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T.K threw his controller onto the floor in anger after losing again. "Looks like I win again" Davis laughed.
"Yeah, so what kind of..." T.K paused and moved closer to Davis. "Prize do you want?" he asked, slightly breathlessly. Davis got off the bed and walked over to the window, breathing deeply. "Damn it T.K you have to try harder!" he joked.
"I know I do" T.K muttered angrily. He turned and saw Davis turn around. He had taken off his blue hooded sweatshirt and looked tired.
"T.K it's hot in here can I open the other window?" Davis asked as he rubbed his head in frustration at the heat. T.K nodded slowly.
"Sure..." he stammered. Davis hadn't seemed to notice his advances - it was both a shame and not at the same time.
Davis flicked the latch on the window and fresh, cool air burst into the room. It chilled T.K and coupled with Davis' presence in his rooms he felt his nipples slowly becoming erect. "Let's erm... go grab something to eat, yeah, eat!" T.K announced quickly as he rushed out of the room and down the stairs. He opened the fridge and realised the electric was still off so he rushed over to the fuse box and flicked it all on again. Davis came downstairs slowly and confusedly.
"Hey T.K the phone is working!" he exclaimed. T.K grimaced, he'd been caught out.
"I made sandwiches! You can come and eat" T.K shouted.
"But I'll just be a second" Davis protested.
"Well then I'll eat yours" T.K called back as he began to hurriedly make a sandwich – he threw a lump of cheese and the first piece of meat in the fridge he found into it and slammed another piece of bread on top just in time for Davis to rush in and claim it.
"This isn't much of a sandwich" Davis complained.
"Urh..."
"Where's yours?"
"Urhhh..."
"You ate it already? I'm going to have to catch up!" Davis joked as he put the phone down on the kitchen counter.
T.K looked around for a way to get rid of the phone. He spotted the microwave and grinned. He pretended to fall and sent Davis' plate flying onto the floor. "Hey!" Davis yelled but he quickly sighed and began to pick everything up. His bottom was perfectly in T.K's eye line but he couldn't be distracted, not now. He grabbed the phone and dropped it into the microwave.
"Sorry" T.K fibbed as Davis placed the mangled sandwich back onto the cracked plate.
"It's still good" Davis announced, he went to take a bite but paused as he spotted the phone in the microwave. T.K knew he had been found out so he had to think quickly.
"You can't eat that! It might have glass in!" T.K exclaimed. He swiped the sandwich and then handed it back with a stern face as he pointed to the bin.
"You're no fun, T.K" Davis groaned as he trundled over to the bin and dropped it in with a moping aura around him.
"Your hair is nice" T.K commented, he felt taken aback as he realised what he had just said and turned around; pretending to fumble with bread.
"Thanks..." Davis stuttered as he thought through what had just been said. "Yours is awesome too" he added with a grin. T.K blushed but hid it quickly as he spun back around.
"Thanks, Davis..." he mumbled as he tried to think of how to get out of the kitchen and away from the phone.
"We should-"
"Let's go play soccer" Davis exclaimed as he opened T.K's patio door and walked outside. T.K grinned, it was all too easy.
"Well we need to pick teams" T.K joked as he walked outside.
"Right... you be shirts and I'll be skins" Davis laughed as he took off his top and threw it to the ground. It all happened in slow motion for T.K as he stared at the spectacular body that lay before him.
"You look good" T.K announced. He realised how bad it sounded so he had to think fast "Those workouts at the gym really paid off" he added with a chuckle.
"Are you being sarcastic? You know I can never tell" Davis moaned as he started to balance the ball on the tip of his foot.
"No, but if I was being truthful I'd say you look like a sack of potatoes" T.K joked.
"Hey!" Davis exclaimed. T.K waved with a grin. Davis roared in a joking way and leapt through the air onto T.K.
T.K immediately felt like all was right in the world as he felt Davis' body rub against his own. He pushed back against Davis but he did not really want to get him off. He loved having Davis try to pin him down on the garden's grass. He writhed around with his lower body until he found it – the thing that he wanted to feel more than anything else – Davis' member rubbing against him, bliss. Davis eventually tried to get off so T.K knew he had to do something. He flipped the encounter so that he was on top and rubbed his own genitals on Davis. He quickly realised how hard his groin area was becoming so he punched Davis – only softly – on the face and then leapt to his feet. Davis charged at him and rugby tackled him to the ground "Nice try" he ribbed as he punched T.K back. T.K punched back again and it quickly turned into a ten minute fist fight.
Davis eventually climbed off T.K and breathed heavily. "You've gotten better since the time we fought over Kari" he complimented.
"You have too" T.K commented with a smile as he lay next to Davis, he was panting too.
"I won though" Davis laughed.
"I let you win" T.K interjected. Davis turned to look at him with shock.
"Pshhh whatever, I still won" Davis retorted.
"I won the girl, isn't that what counts?" T.K replied with a grin. Davis punched him on the shoulder softly.
"Yeah, but I think she's mine now." he breathed heavily. Davis paused and turned his head to face T.K as T.K looked the other way "Oh sorry... I forgot" Davis stammered.
"It's cool" T.K told him. "We should go get a shower; we could do it together – like after practice – to save time since my shower is so big and then I can thrash you on another game." T.K suggested. Davis turned his head, considering what had been said.
"Okay, sounds good" Davis laughed as he got up and then helped T.K to his feet.
T.K managed to trick Davis into getting naked twice? He really is crafty! Let me know what you thought!