A partner to explore...

Arron flashed a smile in the man's direction, not really certain what would happen, and a part of him that wasn't already smashed was more than a bit surprised that the man reacted positively, returning the smile and raising his beer a bit. Arron merely turned and laughed at the look that Brooke was giving him. "What?"

"Erin, he's cute, he's tall, he's good looking, did I mention he's cute?"

He laughed a bit more at that, feeling the light-headed feeling enveloping the rest of his higher brain functions, but the same sense of being relaxed helped him adjust somewhat to the idea that a man was checking him out. "Yes, so what? He's probably not interested..."

Cynthia smiled a knowing smile as Mr. Not Interested made his way over and the two motioned for Arron to turn his head to look back in the direction of the bar. He did and instead of the bar, was eye to chest with the person. He looked up as the man looked down at him and smiled a warm smile. "Care to shoot some pool? There's an open table over there."

Before he could say or do anything, Brooke answered for him by taking the glass from his hand and not so gently shooing him up and away from the table. "Guess that's my answer..." he began and the two of them walked over to the corner that was open. He didn't really play a mean game of pool but he could do alright though, from the quickness in the way the score ran up against him, he was destined to lose this one. The funny thing about that, though, was that the two of them got to talking about the game...then about the club being rather noisy, to finally just about the way in which he was taking his shots.

"May I make a suggestion?"

Arron nodded. His partner for the past 30 minutes walked behind him and leaned forward to help him angle the stick. Arron noticed two things immediately, even through the drunken haze afflicting him. First, the man had a great cologne and it triggered him to breathe deeply. There was something about the smell that made him feel his pulse start to race and his breathing to get a bit deeper (did his chest suddenly start to tighten? Why was his body reacting this way?)

The second thing, the more pressing thing, was the closeness that the man was to him only made it more difficult for him to move and when Arron did, he backed himself up slightly and felt the man's body leaning into his. He felt the man pressing gently, almost subtly, against him and for good measure, he could feel both the length of his partner as well the thickness of it. To him, as drunk as he was, he couldn't remember a time when he ever felt something like that pressed against him.

The man looked down at him as he made the shot and the two of them stood there for a moment until the ball went into the corner pocket. He was about to move when Arron gently placed the cue stick down and then, unsure what exactly was the point of resisting, gingerly reached behind him to pull the man's head down to him as he turned to look backward. "Thank you for the win..." he mouthed silently before Arron closed his eyes and kissed him. The man was more than eager to return the kiss and they stood there for a few moments, Arron was pressed against the edge of the table rather securely, his partner's hands wrapped around his waist and holding him up as he ground himself against him, pressing his ass against the man's pants and feeling him become even harder and longer (if that was possible).

"Care to come to my place?" he mouthed as they pulled apart. Arron contemplated that, seriously, for all of a few seconds before he shook his head.

"How about in the backroom?" The man looked at Arron more than a bit surprised but Arron just smiled and reached down, quickly undoing the man's zipper and reaching in to stroke him just for a moment. "I can take care of you..." He smiled and motioned the man to follow him as he turned and sashayed towards the rear of the play area.