Ace - C/Z, tinyfic
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This popped up for the latest fffc 3-sentence challenge.
Ace
Zeke runs his thumb over the edge of the card, enjoying the sight of Casey shivering on the cold metal stool, white cotton briefs his only protection in the chill. He himself is nice and warm in his jeans and sweatshirt, having only lost one round, a fact that annoys the younger boy enough to curl a pout onto his lips, a pout that makes Zeke's final move inevitable.
"Guess this just isn't your game, Case," he grins, and sets down the ace of spades.
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This popped up for the latest fffc 3-sentence challenge.
Ace
Zeke runs his thumb over the edge of the card, enjoying the sight of Casey shivering on the cold metal stool, white cotton briefs his only protection in the chill. He himself is nice and warm in his jeans and sweatshirt, having only lost one round, a fact that annoys the younger boy enough to curl a pout onto his lips, a pout that makes Zeke's final move inevitable.
"Guess this just isn't your game, Case," he grins, and sets down the ace of spades.
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