[Eren feels like he only wakes up once the cue balls are blown apart. His heart thuds too heavily, watching Akechi through waves of wobbling heat. He lowers himself down without breaking eye contact, spacing his hips in just the way Akechi had shown him, though they miss the pressure from his fingers. He searches for a target - his, not Akechi's. He shoots - gets close, but it bounces off of the corner pocket without going in.]
[Akechi watches his every move - only tears his eyes away from Eren's persistent gaze to watch where the ball ends up.]
You're close. I could almost taste it.
[Not quite good enough to be a rival yet. Akechi uses his left hand anyway. Lines up a shot from a far corner to set up a future play. There's an easy pocket he could have gotten - there's no excitement in that though.
He comes back over to Eren's side - not touching, only waiting.]
I've wanted this for a long time. Someone to play this with, that is.
[Eren thinks he could be losing his mind. His heart beats in his throat, and Akechi is too close, not close enough. Eren is still bent down low, fingers wrapped tight around the base of the pool stick. He loosens his grip and readjusts.
[There's no strategy yet. Really, he has no idea what he's doing; at Akechi's mercy entirely.
[He takes another shot. It knocks into the wrong ball, sends it flying into another which gets shot into a pocket. Eren looks back over his shoulder at Akechi.]
[It doesn't. He looks at the newly pocketed ball anyway, as if gauging whether or not to accept it. Even if Eren knew, he's a rulebreaker at heart. Penalizing him would be appropriate. It's mulled over, as he leans against the wooden frame.]
No, but I won't punish you for such an act. You didn't know, after all, that you can't touch mine as your first hit, even if you end up victorious from it. You must hit your own first. However-
[There's an easy way to rectify it. All Akechi has to do is lower his body directly beside to Eren's bent form - hip touching hip, arm touching arm and Akechi lines up a hit with Eren's ball as his target. That slams into one of Akechi's. It goes into a pocket.]
I'm willing to take one of yours as a price for that folly - the ball, that is. With that, we're even and can continue the game.
[It's warm next to Eren. Always is. Even through two strips of fabric, he can feel the heat emanating off his skin. Thinks to sit like this a second longer, but-
That's an indulgence for a quiet bedroom, not in a dingy bar under a dim morning light.
[Eren tells himself that there's only so much he'd allow in a public place, but he also doesn't move an inch while Akechi presses into him. 'Keep going, Eren,' feels like a command, and there is just a very small handful of people which Eren likes to be commanded by...
[He breathes, his entire body rising and falling at once. And he lines up a shot. It's not as if he's been shooting with his full strength anyway, but he pulls back now until it feels like he's barely putting any force behind it at all - and that's more than enough, coming from Eren. He cleanly shoots his ball into the left corner pocket, then slowly straightens away from the table.
[It's incredible how Eren takes to the game in only a few hits, only a couple misses.
Every movement is noted, every action watched. Akechi's gaze fixates on Eren's firm grip around the cue, the intentional way he pushes forward, the way his body nestles against the tabletop and-
He stays silent, side pressed into the wooden edge and only moves when the ball hits the pocket. When it's time for his turn and he needs to line up his own win from Eren's other side.
The journey is made with the small of Eren's back as a guide. Akechi's hand falls to his hip, a phantom touch across fabric, over spine. It's over in a second - when the game continues and Akechi bends over the table to take his turn. He aims, hits one of his own that slams into another - the setup made at the beginning of the game. Two balls rest at the edge of a pocket. Akechi will put in both at once, just the way he likes it.]
What will you do next, Eren? I'm on the edge of my seat thinking about your every move.
[That ghost of a touch is enough. Eren feels like he could explode, take the building and Akechi with him. He sucks in a sharp, quiet breath, his grip tightening around the base of his cue. He's entirely at Akechi's mercy, losing every game, never all that skilled with strategy when brunt force will do just fine.
[That's what he wants. For Akechi to quit flirting and bend him over the damn table.
[He shoots a curse at the ground, then lines up another shot, careless, aggressive. The cue ball splits two others - one, Akechi's, into a pocket, and the other, Eren's, into the opposite pocket.]
It almost doesn't matter. Akechi decides the truth. The game is only fun when there's a challenge and Eren's looking to lower the stakes.
All at once, Akechi looks annoyed. What's the penalty? spoken like it's a reward. There's no way he'll give an inch. He wraps both arms around his chest, lets the cue rest in the crook of his arm.
What's the penalty? ignored. Maybe that's the real punishment.]
Do better. You aren't careless - stop acting like it.
[Just like that, Akechi manages to ruin his own fun. Eren wasn't throwing the game - just the same hot-headed kid who likes to flip the board when he's not winning.
[Imagine that.
[He would have kept playing anyway - will, indeed, decide later to return on his own and practice until he can pocket a shot and jab Akechi in the gut with his cue at the same time.
[Not right now. He stands up, an icy glare on his face. He shouldn't have let himself get swept up in this bullshit in the first place; made a fool of in a public place.]
You piss me the fuck off.
[He checks his shoulder while he's walking out of the bar.]
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[Not at all. The way Eren looks at him is-
Enticing. Flushed face more entertaining to watch than a game of billiards, but only one of those can continue on.
Akechi lets his hands linger on Eren's hips - hold tight, fingers digging in and-
Lets go without another word. Cue grabbed and the rack pulled from the side to reset the table.]
If you can put on a good show, I'll be pleased.
[And with that-
He starts the game with a break shot.]
Do your best, Eren.
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You're close. I could almost taste it.
[Not quite good enough to be a rival yet. Akechi uses his left hand anyway. Lines up a shot from a far corner to set up a future play. There's an easy pocket he could have gotten - there's no excitement in that though.
He comes back over to Eren's side - not touching, only waiting.]
I've wanted this for a long time. Someone to play this with, that is.
cw: sensual???
I could almost taste it.
I've wanted this for a long time.
Someone to play with.
[Eren thinks he could be losing his mind. His heart beats in his throat, and Akechi is too close, not close enough. Eren is still bent down low, fingers wrapped tight around the base of the pool stick. He loosens his grip and readjusts.
[There's no strategy yet. Really, he has no idea what he's doing; at Akechi's mercy entirely.
[He takes another shot. It knocks into the wrong ball, sends it flying into another which gets shot into a pocket. Eren looks back over his shoulder at Akechi.]
That counts, right?
they're just guys being dudes wdym
No, but I won't punish you for such an act. You didn't know, after all, that you can't touch mine as your first hit, even if you end up victorious from it. You must hit your own first. However-
[There's an easy way to rectify it. All Akechi has to do is lower his body directly beside to Eren's bent form - hip touching hip, arm touching arm and Akechi lines up a hit with Eren's ball as his target. That slams into one of Akechi's. It goes into a pocket.]
I'm willing to take one of yours as a price for that folly - the ball, that is. With that, we're even and can continue the game.
[It's warm next to Eren. Always is. Even through two strips of fabric, he can feel the heat emanating off his skin. Thinks to sit like this a second longer, but-
That's an indulgence for a quiet bedroom, not in a dingy bar under a dim morning light.
He straightens up.]
Keep going, Eren.
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[He breathes, his entire body rising and falling at once. And he lines up a shot. It's not as if he's been shooting with his full strength anyway, but he pulls back now until it feels like he's barely putting any force behind it at all - and that's more than enough, coming from Eren. He cleanly shoots his ball into the left corner pocket, then slowly straightens away from the table.
[And waits.]
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Every movement is noted, every action watched. Akechi's gaze fixates on Eren's firm grip around the cue, the intentional way he pushes forward, the way his body nestles against the tabletop and-
He stays silent, side pressed into the wooden edge and only moves when the ball hits the pocket. When it's time for his turn and he needs to line up his own win from Eren's other side.
The journey is made with the small of Eren's back as a guide. Akechi's hand falls to his hip, a phantom touch across fabric, over spine. It's over in a second - when the game continues and Akechi bends over the table to take his turn. He aims, hits one of his own that slams into another - the setup made at the beginning of the game. Two balls rest at the edge of a pocket. Akechi will put in both at once, just the way he likes it.]
What will you do next, Eren? I'm on the edge of my seat thinking about your every move.
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[That's what he wants. For Akechi to quit flirting and bend him over the damn table.
[He shoots a curse at the ground, then lines up another shot, careless, aggressive. The cue ball splits two others - one, Akechi's, into a pocket, and the other, Eren's, into the opposite pocket.]
Don't give me any breaks. [He growls it.]
What's the penalty?
we can wrap this <3
Whether it was or wasn't-
It almost doesn't matter. Akechi decides the truth. The game is only fun when there's a challenge and Eren's looking to lower the stakes.
All at once, Akechi looks annoyed. What's the penalty? spoken like it's a reward. There's no way he'll give an inch. He wraps both arms around his chest, lets the cue rest in the crook of his arm.
What's the penalty? ignored. Maybe that's the real punishment.]
Do better. You aren't careless - stop acting like it.
they're the worst type of people
[Imagine that.
[He would have kept playing anyway - will, indeed, decide later to return on his own and practice until he can pocket a shot and jab Akechi in the gut with his cue at the same time.
[Not right now. He stands up, an icy glare on his face. He shouldn't have let himself get swept up in this bullshit in the first place; made a fool of in a public place.]
You piss me the fuck off.
[He checks his shoulder while he's walking out of the bar.]