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“I said, I would love to eat your ass bent over that billiard table,” Percy declared loudly.
Kevin’s neck heated up as some curious glances were thrown their way. He grabbed a pair of cue sticks from the wall and gave one to Percy.
“Better?” Percy asked sweetly.
Kevin bumped his hip into Percy’s as he brushed by him. “Well, I guess we know what your prize is gonna be if you win. Also, the prize if I win.”
“Those are some very exciting stakes.” Percy grinned. “Why don’t you go on and tap those balls, and we’ll see what happens? I’m sure I can figure this silly little game out.”
“I’ll tap some balls for ya’.” Kevin snorted, deciding where he wanted to stand to break. He picked a spot near the corner and leaned forward, setting the cue ball down. He lined up his shot and thrust, launching the cue ball into the racked balls and scattering them across the table.
Two solid balls rolled into the side pockets, and Kevin smirked. If Percy was as inexperienced as he was making out, this was going to be an easy win.
“Excellent ball tapping,” Percy praised.
“Thank you, thank you. I’m pretty good at handling balls.” Kevin was proud he managed to say that with a straight face as he moved around the table. Facing Percy, he leaned in to line up his next shot. He looked up to meet Percy’s gaze where he was hovering by the corner as he hit the cue ball, knocking another solid into the pocket there.
Percy grinned. “You’re not making it easy to decide if I want to try to win or lose.”
“Do you really lose either way?”
“No, I suppose I don’t.” Percy slid his tongue out to tease the tip of his straw.
Kevin got caught up watching Percy’s tongue instead of what he was doing. He hit the cue ball and then watched it bounce off the side, not hitting a single other ball.
“Aw, that’s too bad.” Percy set his drink down so he could follow the cue ball to where it stopped. He clumsily bent over the table and held the stick like a spear, awkwardly aiming it. He sighed and batted his eyes. “Would you be a lamb and help me? I don’t seem to know what I’m doing.”
“Gladly.” Kevin leaned his stick against the wall so he could come stand behind Percy. “First of all, don’t stab the ball.” He reached around to show him how to hold the cue stick properly, enjoying the closeness. “Like this.”
“Thank you ever so much.” Percy arched back against Kevin, grinding his ass into his crotch as he adjusted his grip. “Mm, is that better?”
Kevin groaned, his dick instantly stiffening in his jeans. “Excellent.” He nodded, inhaling sharply and pressing firmly against Percy’s perfect ass. “Now, just uh... point and shoot.”
Percy grunted and took the shot, the cue ball zooming across the table and sinking a striped into a far corner pocket. “Well, will you look at that? That means I get to go again, doesn’t it?”
“Sure does.” Kevin grinned. “Nice job.”
Percy abruptly slipped out from beneath Kevin to line up his next shot…
And he made it.
Again.
Kevin scoffed in disbelief. “I think I’ve been fucking hustled.”
“As if I would ever do such a thing, paragon of honesty and truth that I am.” Percy blew him a kiss and then proceeded to run the table. One after another, he sank every shot until all of the stripes were pocketed. The only one that remained for him to claim victory was the eight ball.
“I am very much going to enjoy the pretty moans you make later when my tongue is deep inside of you,” Percy said as he got ready to take the final shot. “I might even record them. Turn them into a ringtone.”
The front door opened as Percy pulled the cue stick back, and he shuddered like a bucket of ice water had been poured on him. He flubbed the shot, the end of the stick scratching across the felt. “Shit.”
“Ha!” Kevin crowed. “About time your luck ran out, you damn cheater.”
“Peaches.” Percy’s tone was strained. “We need to leave.”
“What? You mean because you’re gonna lose now?” Kevin laughed until he saw Percy’s horrified expression, and his amusement died instantly. He turned to see what Percy was staring at.
It was the man who had just walked in—the platinum blond fire marshal Kevin had seen at Ripley’s that morning.
