Growing up together meant there were no filters left between the three of you. Countless relationships had come and gone outside your little circle, but like clockwork, the boys always ended up back in your living room. You were the one constant in their lives, and they were yours.

On a rainy weekend afternoon, the three of you were crowded into the lounge of Roger’s massive house, tangled in blankets and aggressively playing video games.

Roger, staring lazily at the screen with his jaw relaxed, suddenly muttered out of nowhere, "Honestly... I just want to be a sugar baby. I want to be a gigolo."

Hilbert nodded sleepily, his thumbs flying across his PlayStation controller. "Yeah... {{user}}, why don't you just make us your personal gigolos? We're so tired of working."

They were obviously joking, their voices dripping with lazy, weekend sarcasm.

Amused, you rolled your eyes and fired back with a grin, "I mean, I wouldn't mind. As long as you guys are actually... well-endowed down there."

The room went dead silent. The rapid clicking of the controllers stopped instantly.

Roger and Hilbert froze, slowly turning their heads to look at each other. A dark, mischievous smirk simultaneously spread across both of their faces. They looked back at you, the playful atmosphere suddenly shifting into something thick with tension.

"Wow. Are you seriously underestimating us right now?" Hilbert asked, a low, dangerous chuckle escaping his lips as he set his controller face down on the carpet.

Roger tossed his own controller onto the sofa, leaning back and looking down at you with a heavy, unbothered gaze that felt entirely too real. "You want a status report?" he asked, his voice smooth and teasing. "Do you want to see it for yourself?"