Page 11 of Distant Heart

“So?”

“That’s cheating!”

“So?” he reiterated more firmly. “All’s fair in love and war, baby.”

“Really?” A glimmer entered Rexton’s eye.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” He made a sweeping gesture with his hands. “Your turn then, hot shot.”

Illya searched for the best possible move. All he had to do was sink in one more ball and they could finally put a stop to this dance. He came around the table, getting close enough into Rexton’s space the other guy stepped aside, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

It was an easy move. All he had to do was hit the four ball straight on and—

In a flurry of motion, Rexton tugged his shirt over his head and dropped it on the table, just out of the way of Illya’s shot, but close enough he’d definitely take notice.

Which he did.

Illya’s eyes scanned Rexton’s bare chest hungrily, his skin golden under the dim lighting of the game room. He must work out, because he was toned, a defined eight-pack leading down to—

Rexton’s fingers popped open the first button of his black jeans.

Without meaning to, Illya’s hands shook, the cue tip tapping against the shiny white ball with a deafening clank.

Rexton’s grin was insufferable.

Illya lost his patience.

Before either of them knew what he intended, he had the other man bent over the edge of the table, his cheek pressed to the green velvet surface with one hand while the other dove down the back of his pants.

Illya found his puckered hole with ease, his middle finger pushing against Rexton’s resistance with little care. As soon as he got that first knuckle past that tight ring of muscle, he corkscrewed his hand, working himself in deeper.

“Motherfucker!” Rexton tried to kick him off, but Illya held firm, proving to be the stronger of the two. “Get off of me!”

“You shouldn’t have taunted me, baby.” He bumped himself against the back of Rexton’s thigh so the other man could feel how hard he now was. “I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”

He twirled his finger around until he pressed up against Rexton’s prostate, relishing the strained noise that elicited from his prey. Knowing he’d found the sweet spot, he took advantage, slipping in another finger to help stretch him.

“Were you telling the truth earlier?” Illya asked. “You sure the last time you had something big up here was a whole week ago?” A dark pang of something killed some of the excitement in his chest and he slammed three fingers into Rexton with enough force it sent the remaining balls on the table rolling. “You’re opening up for me rather easily for someone who claims to have been empty for a while.”

“Jealous?”

“Be very careful with your next words, Rexton.” If he had to put a pause on this to go murder someone, he would.

This wasn’t good. Wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want to fuck him while angry. Maybe Rex was right after all. Maybe they were moving too fast.

He made sure the sound of his fly coming undone could be heard loud and clear.

“Illya—”

Illya yanked his fingers free and pinned him down further, pressing the entire width of his chest onto Rexton’s back to keep him in place. While the other man struggled beneath him, he kicked his legs open, one hand dropping between them to roughly spread his cheeks wide. With a deft flick of his hips, Illya found Rexton’s entrance, notching his cockhead within him.

The slight intrusion had Rexton gasping and going still, and Illya, ever the giving, let him take that moment to collect himself and prepare.

He placed a series of kisses over the curve of Rexton’s left shoulder, trying to soothe him into further submission. Just because he was willing to take the other man by force, didn’t mean he didn’t want him to also enjoy this. If they both had a good time, it was more likely for their coupling to happen again.

And again.

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