The guys around the TV

Mark had another look around, wondering who to engage with as he took a swig of beer, eventually deciding to wander towards the television. It turned out the group of five guys were deeply engrossed in a game of Fifa, two of them battling it out as the others watched on, oohing and aahing at the action. Instantly drawn in, Mark edged closer, noting the game was tied and there wasn't much time left. Mark was familiar with the game and the standard was pretty good, and it seemed there were some stakes riding on the match given how heavily invested everyone was. One of the players managed a lucky goal in the eighty-first minute, to much cheering and jeering, and after a few more moments it was over. The loser looked mortified as the others teased and mocked him, his opponent bellowing loudly, "Time to pay up... sucker!". The loser was dragged up off the couch and led away by the winner as two new players flopped onto the couch to take their spots. The guy not playing nodded to Mark, gesturing to one of the now vacant seats which Mark accepted, taking a sip of beer as he settled in to watch the next match.

As the game began, Mark noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. From this angle he realised he could see right into the small hallway that led to the bedrooms, one of which was open, and someone was standing just inside the doorway with his back to him. He stared for a moment confused as to what was going until he saw the loser from the previous match's face appear, leaning back, away from the standing figure before leaning back in. He was low... kneeling and...

Mark almost snorted his beer as realisation hit. That guy was... sucking... Fuck! He turned back to the game, still no score, and tried his hardest to push it from his mind but it was impossible. Was that why the competition was so intense? The loser had to... He watched the current game with renewed interest and yet he found his eyes being drawn back to the lewd display, the movements constantly catching his eye and sparking his imagination. To his surprise he realised he was becoming hard, his trousers tightening slightly and forcing him to shift in his seat. He looked around the room, everyone carrying on as normal either oblivious or uninterested, which only made the scene more bizarre and strangely erotic.

Mark barely noticed when the current match ended, his cock now straining inside his pants having let his drunken imagination wander. The game had ended in a draw and it seemed, no consequence... a fact both players seemed unfazed by. They both rose and left to get drinks, one of them handing Mark a controller as he passed. Mark took it instinctively, then looked to the other guy who was already taking a seat on the couch. "Come on.. have a game..." he said patting the empty seat beside him. Mark glanced back over to the bedroom where only the loser remained, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before rising and disappearing out of view. He turned back to the stranger, a clean cut looking sort maybe a year or two younger than Mark and shrugged. He was pretty confident he was a better player than the guys he had seen so far and this kid didn't look like anything special. And given the last game just ended with no weird repercussions he figured the other two were probably a couple or something. Regardless, he knew he would win so there would be no repercussions, unless he wanted there to be...