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studly's time off, which meant his excuse of “I'm on the clock” wouldn't hold much water.
     
They were in the game room, playing pool and drinking beer, munching on nachos. And in a flash of brilliance, Ken figured to ask Rick to play pool once he was off the clock. Once the man agreed to stay, he was sure his considerable charms would do the rest.
     
He put himself in Rick's space. "Almost shift change time, Brick. You gonna stick around and play the winner?" He nodded at the pool table where Bay was in the process of lining up a shot that Ken knew his twin was going to miss -
- it was too ambitious for Bay.
     
Rick tilted his head. "One game, sure, if your brother doesn't mind."
     
Bay scratched his shot and made a face. "I'm not as good as Ken."
     
"Story of our lives."
     
Bay stuck his tongue out at him, but Ken grinned, unrepentant as he moved back to the table and finished out his shots, sinking the eight ball last.
The red-head walked in, hair still wet, nodding once to Rick before going to sit back in the shadows, watching.
     
Bay handed his stick over to Rick and got a Coke out of the fridge at the bar, sitting to watch.
     
"You wanna break, Brick?" he asked, moving into Rick's space again.
     
"Sure." Rick took his shot, broke clean and sank two balls, neat as anything. "I'm solids."
     
He hummed a little and ran his hand from Rick's chest to his belly. "You sure are."
     
Rick's eyes met his, laughing. "Flirt. My shot."
     
He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it's that, too. We should make it interesting; put a little something on the game."
     
"I don't want to take your money, Ken." Rick took another shot, sank another ball.
     
Ken laughed. "I wasn't thinking money." He leaned against the table, giving Rick a nice long once-over. Nope, he hadn't been thinking of money at all.
     
Rick lined up to shoot, when the red-head cleared his throat, the ball going wide. "Your shot."
     
Ken chuckled. "Your partner's not helping you out any. So what are we playing for? Beer? Backrubs? Blowjobs?"
     
"Beer."
"Yeah, the man's blow... backrubs leave something to be desired." Simon's words were laughed off, but those long fingers tightened on the cue.
     
He shot a look at the redhead at the back of his room, question in his eyes as he looked at Bay. His twin nodded a little and shrugged. He tilted his head, grinning as Bay got up and strolled over to where Simon was sitting.
     
"Beer's a good start."
     
He made his first two shots, but missed the third. He didn't really care if he lost, in fact Rick might loosen up a little with a beer in him.
     
The game went quick, Rick sinking the eight ball without much trouble. "Good game. Thanks."
     
He nodded and went and got Rick a beer. "You'll give me a chance to prove I can beat you, I hope."
     
Rick nodded and took the bottle. "I suppose. One."
     
He licked his lips and rubbed his hip along Rick's as he moved to the table. "Just one?"
     
"One." Rick's voice was something special, low and deep.
     
"Well then, we'd better make it worthwhile, wouldn't you say?" He leaned over and collected the balls, setting them up.
     
Rick finished the beer, throwing the bottle away.
Ken went to the front of the table to break, leaning over and wiggling his ass. "This time we'll play for that blowjob." Before Rick could answer, he broke, sending a striped into the corner pocket.
     
"Oh, now. I don't think so." Rick gave him a look, a grin. He straightened up. "Why not? You're off the clock."
Rick's eyes slid over to Simon and back. "I'm not a public type of guy, Ken."
     
"Bay'll distract him." He went up to Rick, close enough to slide against the big body, though he didn't. Not yet. "Or we can go up to my room."
     
"Go for the backrub and you've got a deal."
     
"All right." He hoped Bay was watching, seeing how good he was being. He was compromising . Well. Biding his time and taking what he could get in the meantime. It was still a big step.
     
He sank two more balls and then