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Title: Pool
Pairing: Mark x Ashton
Rating: R
Word Count: 895
Premise: Mark and Ashton play a semi-friendly game of pool, but his reputation with Ashton's family is compromised as a result.
Ashton spent time cleaning the spacious game room and setting out drinks and snacks for them. He was antsy, impatient for Mark to get there. To keep his cool, he tried making a few practice shots while waiting until, finally, the doorbell rang. He couldn’t get there fast enough to greet him. “Hey,Mark!” He stood on his tip toes to kiss his cheek, gaining a soft smirk in return.
“Hey, Ash.” He grinned at him and stepped inside. “Nice place.”
Ashton nodded and led him to the game room. “Thanks. “ He handed him a pool stick and sauntered over to the stereo to play the music on his ipod, filling the room with music that the both of them enjoyed. “Let’s play!” He beamed.
“I’ll break then.” Mark lined up the balls and walked to the opposite side to lean over the table, pulling the stick back and hitting the cue ball firmly to break apart the balls gathered ahead. Luckily, he sank a striped ball. “Second shot.” He smiled and aimed at another stripe, but missing the pocket.
“Oh you missed.” Ashton teased and leaned over , aiming at a convenient solid ball and sinking it. “Ha! I’m solids, you’re stripes.”
“Very well.” Mark waited for Ashton to make his next shot and started laughing when Ashton vocalized his frustration at scratching. “Scratch.” He purred and took the ball from the pocket to another stripe.
“Asshole.” He muttered and smacked Mark’s ass with the pool stick, making him miss his shot and scratching.
The taller male turned around and glared. “Hey! No fair, you smacked my ass!”
“That’s what you get.” Ashton chuckled and sank a couple solids with his next two turns.
They went at each other for the duration of the game until Mark eventually won that round, making Ashton demand a rematch for his cheating. Complying, Mark let him break for this round. This time Mark ended up being solids, but he accidentally sank a stripe thinking he was a stripe this round. Ashton teased him for it and took his turn, sinking a few more balls in until he accidentally sank the eight ball. “Rematch! That round didn’t count!” Ashton shouted in aggravation.
Mark laughed at him and ruffled his hair. “Very well. Let’s make this more interesting, the winner gets to do whatever he pleases to the other. Deal?”
Ashton looked down and blushed. “Deal! I’ll get you this time!”
Mark was supposed to break this time and he ended up kicking up his game a notch, becoming a lot more concentrated on his shots and making Ashton gasp in exasperation when he made the cue ball too close to Ashton’s colors and the eight ball. It was much too fun to tease him. Ashton flipped him off when he kept almost making him hit the ball or whenever Mark commented on his scratching. It was a back and forth battle of sass.
Evidently, Mark won that game and smirked broadly much to Ashton’s dismay. Ashton kept denying it and saying Mark won by a fluke, but was immediately silenced by his boyfriend’s lips upon his. He squeaked in surprise and backed up against the pool table, gripping the ends once he dropped his pool stick. The taller blonde smirked and delved his tongue in the younger male’s mouth, savoring him and moaning into his mouth when he got more and more into it.
Slowly he pushed Ashton further onto the table, making him sit on the edge. The younger wasted no time and ran hands under his lover’s shirt, pulling open the buttons on his button up. “Mmn…more, Mark.” He whined and nipped his boyfriend’s bottom lip.
Mark couldn’t help but comply, pressed a hand at the bulge in Ashton’s jeans, making him writhe and moan beneath him for more. He was about to get pants off when he heard the door open, making him freeze when he saw Ashton’s mother walk in.
Ashton blushed darkly when he saw what made Mark stop. “U-uh…hi Mom...t-this is Mark.”
She stared at them for awhile, Mark sheepishly pulling away to fix his shirt. “Ashton, have your boyfriend go home. Now.” Her eyes narrowed. She didn’t think he would look like trouble when her son gushed on and on about him.
“S-Sorry Mrs. Collins. “ Mark ducked away and pulled his leather jacket back on, moving to steal a kiss from Ashton before being kicked out.
Ever since then, Ashton’s parents disapproved of Mark coming over or seeing Ashton in general. For some reason the thought of knowing Ashton was getting sexual with his boyfriend was an eye-opener and made Ashton’s parents more and more protective.
