HT100 #47 - Play the Game : Distraction
Okay, I'm cheating this week. I've been working on a sports-related scene, and I couldn't think of another one. So, this is a modified version of something I'm working on for one of my stories, Not As I Used to Be. There are no real spoilers for the story, but I'm putting it behind cut tags anyway.
“Keller, you letting me win, or are you just slow?”
Ignoring the taunt, Chris dribbled the ball and tried to stay out of reach. Beecher made that impossible; he stayed so close that Chris could feel warm breath drifting across his sweat-soaked skin. Hardness pressed against his ass. His body’s sudden shift in blood flow made him forget they were in a public park in Beecher’s swanky neighborhood. He reached backward to press Toby in closer, but all he grabbed was air. Toby was gone, as was the ball.
Whoosh. The ball slid through the hoop, another point for Beecher.
“Keller, you letting me win, or are you just slow?”
Ignoring the taunt, Chris dribbled the ball and tried to stay out of reach. Beecher made that impossible; he stayed so close that Chris could feel warm breath drifting across his sweat-soaked skin. Hardness pressed against his ass. His body’s sudden shift in blood flow made him forget they were in a public park in Beecher’s swanky neighborhood. He reached backward to press Toby in closer, but all he grabbed was air. Toby was gone, as was the ball.
Whoosh. The ball slid through the hoop, another point for Beecher.