Page 57 of Gratification in Gluttony

“If that’s your idea of fisting,” Rusty said with a curl to his upper lip, “I pity your sexual partners.”

“Pft, you sound so jealous right now,” Gem said with an obnoxious wink at the Pyclon.

“Time,” Zef said.

Oliver groaned. “I want a new partner.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you don’t know how to fist properly,” Gem snapped.

“I wasn’t fisting,” Oliver cried. “I was digging a hole.”

Gem snorted. “That’s practically the same thing. I think we should get the point for that.”

“You’re not getting that point,” Quin said.

“Okay,” Willow said, looking at the point sheet. “It looks like—oh, Liel and Zef won.”

“Yes!” Liel crowed, pointing at Oliver. “Suck it, babe.”

“When directed at Oliver, I think that’s more of an invitation than a burn,” Jude said as he propped his ass on the armrest of Toni’s chair.

Toni laughed and lifted a hand. “Noice!”

Jude high-fived him. “Thanks.”

Oliver, face flushed, took his seat next to Liel and pressed a kiss to the Gymnot’s cheek. “Congrats. I know how much you like winning.”

The grin Liel sent Oliver was filthy, and Toni could hear the human’s heart trip, then speed up as he leaned down to kiss Liel square on the mouth. Jude looked down at Toni and made a disgusted face, and Toni chuckled again.

“I want to play the game Oliver brought,” Glyma said as she held up a white tarp with many colored dots all over it. “It looks interesting.”

“You brought Twister?” Jude asked incredulously.

“Mega-Twister,” Oliver corrected. “The tarp’s double the normal size so we can play together.”

“It is a contact game?” Zef asked, and Oliver nodded, retrieving a board with a spinner and dots of color on it.

“Yes, but the game requires a referee who spins and calls the colors.” He offered Zef the board.

They took it, dipping their chin demurely. “Then I shall participate as the referee.”

“What are the other rules?” Gem asked.

Toni tried to pay attention as Oliver spread the mat out over the floor and explained the rules, but Jude had hooked hisarm on the back of Toni’s chair and was currently dragging a fingertip along the pointed shell of his ear. It was incredibly distracting, especially given the smug smirk on Jude’s face, like he knew exactly what he was doing to Toni’s traitorous body.

Sneaky, little human.

“You have to play,” Gem said as Rusty shook his head.

“I’m colorblind. Half of those colors look the same,” he said.

“I’ll help you,” Gem said, patting the Pyclon’s head. “Just stay close to me, and I’ll tell you where to put your hands.”

Rusty’s right ear twitched. “What?”

“On the mat,” Gem said dryly. “Not everything’s a that’s-what-they-said joke.”

“Okay, but Gem can only use two hands.” Toni rose to his feet, using Jude’s thigh—not the armrest—to balance himself, smiling smugly at Jude’s sharp inhale.

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