gymxrats - Dominic/Luke (Closed)
davidkarofskyindie:
Looking over to the pool cues on the wall, a little smile came over Luke’s face. He hadn’t played a good game of billiards in a while and Dominic seemed like he was going to be pretty fun to play against “Hell yeah I’m down for a game of billiards, got a few things I’m down for admitting if I miss… I don’t plan on doing much missing, but let’s do this” he happily strode over towards the pool cues and grabbed one, it wasn’t that much bigger than he was in terms of height. He happily moved about setting up the table for the game.
He put the balls in place and happily took the first shot, sinking a red ball with ease “You’re so gonna be the first one spilling something” he teased the cop, giving the man a playful smile as he joked, moving around for his second shot… which he missed spectacularly “Huh, guess not” he turned a little and looked over to Dominic “OK I’ll start simple with the admissions… I’m gay, your move Officer”
Grabbing one of the pool cues, he waited for the other man to make his shot before saying anything, and when he noticed that the other hadn’t sunk a ball on the second shot, he couldn’t help but smirk. “Not really smart to count your chickens before they hatch,” he stated simply, walking around the pool table and grabbing the chalk, grinding it against the edge until it was a nice dusty blue. “You are, huh?” Dominic had some pretty good gaydar - he had a feeling that the other man was gay.
“I am too. Just for the sake of sharing,” he stated before he moved to line himself up with a shot, a striped ball near one of the middle pockets. Drawing the cue back, he struck it forward and watched as the ball sank into the pocket with ease. “Or maybe I just wanted to give you an admission, since I might not get a chance to here later,” he said as he walked around the table once more, lining himself up for another shot. He sunk his intended ball, but he overshot, the cue ball banking against the corner and rolling to the other side before falling into a different pocket. “Shit. That’s a scratch,” he said before he lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “I’ve got a younger half-brother. Drives me crazy.”














