DeanVictor + "you wanna go back to my place"
Most of the time when guys said the wanted to “teach him how to play pool” it was because they wanted to show him up and gloat about it. Most of the time when guys asked that question, it was because Dean was hustling, so he’d always say yes, just so he could build up their confidence before he wiped the floor with them.
What surprised the hell out of Dean, however, was when Victor, that was this guy’s name, slotting up behind him and guided his shots. The dude wasn’t small either. He was a large wall of muscle, warm and firm up against Dean’s back and guiding him over the pool table, his strong hands wrapped around Dean’s own as he guided Dean to hit the balls just right. His breath was warm and sweet, laced with mint instead of sour whiskey, and it made Dean shudder in spite of his attempts to hold them back, missing his shot.
It only got worse when Victor started to guide him over the table more with his hips than his arms, and Dean could feel the bulge of Victor’s forming erection against his ass. Dean had to bite his lip when Victor guided him over for the last shot, and his own erection rubbed against the smooth wood of the pool table. When Victor released him and spun him around, whispering into Dean’s ear: “You wanna go back to my place?” well, there really wasn’t much of a decision to make now was there?
Dean was more than pleased to find that Victor was just a strong and warm and gently forceful in bed as he was when “teaching” Dean pool, and his firm hands felt just as good rubbing inside his body as they did around his wrists.
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