Lucas walked over to the couch and picked up the remote, turning on the television he was happy that he didn’t have to channel search for the game, since it was already on. Tucker was already setting up the balls for their game.
“So how was the meeting?” Tucker scowled looking up at him, and Lucas chuckled. “That bad.”
“Let me just say this, I was in a room with a bunch of people who were trying to prove whose dick is bigger.”
“I guess you showed them yours is much bigger?” The words spilled out of his mouth before he could stop himself.
“Damn right I did,” Tucker said as he took his first shot.
Lucas' eyes fell to Tucker’s crotch when he stood up and looked up quickly before he dwelled too long on what the hell he was doing. “Why do men feel the need to prove how strong they are?”
“It’s not just men. Women feel they have something to prove as well."
“True,” Lucas agreed. He saw it in his company every day. “So other than dick wagging, how are things shaping up?”
“I think it’s going to be a pretty good training session. My guys are always in training mode, there’s nothing wrong with learning new things.”
Lucas stood behind Tucker who was bent over ready to take his next shot. Tucker’s eyes were glued to the table and didn’t notice that he was being checked out. Lucas' eyes trailed over the other man’s muscled arms to his wide back and down to his waist, stopping at his ass. His eyes stayed there for a few seconds before he realized what the hell he was doing. Lucas looked up worriedly and hoped that Tucker didn’t see what he was doing.
Holy shit, what the fuck?
“Your turn.”
“Huh?” Lucas snapped out of his thoughts.
“I said that it’s your turn.” Tucker was staring at him as if he’d lost his mind.
Maybe I did.
“Right.” He looked at the table figuring out the best way to take his shot. “Eight ball, left corner pocket.”
Tucker put his beer down and looked at the table and then at Lucas. “Not seeing how you’re going to make that shot, Hamilton.”
“Are you doubting my skills, Stevens?”
“Hell yeah, I am.”
Lucas smiled loving the small challenge. It would be impossible for a novice. The balls left on the table were all spread out and nowhere near the eight. It would seem like a trick shot, but Lucas was an expert when it came to trick shots.
“Watch and learn,” he said leaning over setting up the shot. Tucker had moved from standing on the other side where he could see him, to standing behind Lucas. Taking a deep breath, he hit the nearest ball and smiled when it hit the first ball that bounced off the corner of the table. He stood up and turned to look at Tucker who seemed to be staring at him intently.
Tucker cleared his throat. “Not going to watch?”
“Nope, I’m confident in my skills.”
They stared at each other in silence. The only noise was the game on the television and the sounds of the balls hitting each other. When it all stopped, Lucas looked over at the table quickly then back at Tucker.
“You were saying?”
Tucker smiled and stepped closer to him looking over his shoulder. They were so close Lucas could smell the other man’s cologne and fuck if it wasn't doing something to his brain.
“You conned me, didn’t you,” Tucker said stepping back, putting somespace between them.
“Will you still be my friend if I said I did?” He hoped it didn’t show that he was affected by Tucker being so close to him. He couldn’t explain what was going on with the other man or himself.
“That depends,” Tucker said to him.
“On what?”
