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Never Underestimate a Man with Charm

Blaine stood at the foot of the pool table explaining the rules of the game, "Okay, rule number one and the most important rule of all the others: what happens here tonight stays here. We do not talk about it, and we forget it ever happened."

"What happens if we want to play again," Sam asked.

"Well you kinda know how to get me to do all kinds of things," Blaine explained while blushing.

"What about the rest of us who you don't suck the skin off of," Jake asked chuckling.

"Okay, we can talk about it again if we're in the house and only we four are present," Blaine relented.

"For the game itself: we will be broken into two teams of two. One round equals one article of clothing," Blaine explained, "So if I knock something in (of my suit) then both of the opposing team removes an article.

"And what happens if more than one goes in," Sam asked.

"I was just getting to that, if more than one goes in then we can revert to sub game of truth or consequences. For every ball that goes in past the stripping ball one of the winning team members gets to either ask a question or make a request for you to do something to anyone in the room. So, let's say I knock in two after you two remove your article of clothing I can either ask a question that you have to give a truthful answer, or I can make a request like, 'Sam you have to make out with me for say...three minutes'. Then after the consequence is paid we go back to the game. Everybody clear on the rules," Blaine asked.

All three agreed to the terms and the game began by choosing who was on the other's team. It was agreed that Sam and Blaine didn't want to be on the same team because it wouldn't be nearly as much fun if they couldn't make the other strip or make them do embarrassing things to the other. Ryder and Jake were hem hauling around, and acting very anxious. The teams were split as follows: Sam was with Ryder, and Jake matched with Blaine. They figured since Blaine admittedly wasn't very good at pool that he needed someone who could play on his side. "Okay, since I'm the returning champion and was never defeated in all the games tonight I should break," Sam said. They all agreed. The balls were wracked and the form was removed. Sam used the blue chalk cube to powder the tip of his cue, and then the powdered chalk to remove all sweat from his hands. He took position, formulated the best strategy, and with a quick glide of the cue stick, the white orb crashed into the perfect isosceles triangle shattering debris of multicolored balls across the table. No balls were pocketed, and the cue ball now rested in an awkward position behind the 8ball. If the cue ball was struck improperly the ominous and infamous ball would be pocketed and the losing team would be forced to remove all clothing. Jake broke out in a sweat considering their pecking order had already been decided before Sam broke, and it was now Blaine's turn. He shot a look over to Jake that he difficulty understanding. Blaine eyed the cue ball, took note of all the other balls on the table, took his position, and called 6 ball corner pocket. He positioned, aimed and fired. The cue ball jumped the 8 and soared half way across the table on a right angle pathway crashing onto the green felt and rolled until it knocked into the 6, and was refracted into the 2 ball that rested half way of the table teetering on the edge, then rolled forward to the opposite side of the table knocking in the one ball in a corner pocket before it ran out of steam and rested again near Blaine again. Blaine looked up winking at Jake who's mouth had dropped to his chest. The other two boys were no less stunned at the absolute trick shot of the man who claimed not to be very good at pool. "What," Blaine asked, "I said I wasn't very good at pool…it's not my fault you guys didn't realize that the pool table was in MY house," he continued with a cocky grin on his face. Sam looked at Ryder and said, "Dude…I think we just go hustled BAD." Ryder didn't say a word he just stared at Blaine with a terror frozen face as he stripped off his sweater. "Jake, since you're my guest and partner I'll let you take over the next part," Blaine said as he walked over and pecked Sam on the cheek. Sam removed his sweater, threw it on the sofa, and whispered to Blaine, "Seriously dude, if you just wanted me naked all you had to do was ask." "Yeah, but if I win the clothes I don't have to give them back," he whispered back to Sam. "Alright Ryder, truth...uh…what kind of underwear are you wearing", Jake asked. Ryder instantly turned red in the face, and he said, "don't you just want to wait and see them." "Best think I could think of right off," Jake responded. "They're red Spiderman boxers", he said with a laugh. "Wimps, okay…Sam, truth, why did you start making out with me this morning," Blaine asked. "I remembered the kiss you gave me last night and how it felt, and how your lips tasted; salty with just a little bit of mint from your toothpaste. I just wanted to see if you were as good of a kisser wide awake," Sam said. "Well, am I," Blaine asked. "You're just going to have to sink another shot to ask me another question mister," Sam responded and then stuck his tongue out. Everyone laughed and then Jake grabbed his cue stick. He approached the ball and took aim. At the time he did that Ryder noticed something on the ground and bent over to pick it up. Jake grazed the cue ball and it rolled eight inches colliding with nothing but air. Blaine just dropped his head and laughed to himself. Sam knew he'd missed something but was totally clueless as to what. He just figured he'd ask Blaine later.

The beginning shot was Blaine's way of letting everyone know not to count him out completely when it came to their game. He enjoyed that he caught Sam as off guard as he did, and was having fun playing with the other two. Both couples seemed to be off in their own relationships not paying attention to the other two that wasn't in their world. "Okay," Sam said, as he sunk the 10 and 12 ball simultaneously, "come on boys, take it off." Jake and Blaine both looked over at each other dropping their heads. Everyone was now in nothing more than underwear except for Blaine and Jake who also still maintained their socks. "I do believe I have a truth or consequence coming at me…don't I," Sam mused. He walked over and sprawled himself in a relaxed seated position on the sofa, "Okay, Blaine consequence; come over here and let me give you another hickey," Sam commanded. "Oh hell, shit is getting real now," Ryder said to Jake. Blaine slowly walked over to the sofa and crawled up on Sam's lap. His legs were folded underneath him resting on the cushions and his hands grasping onto the back of the sofa pressing down on top of Sam. He lowered his head allowing access for Sam to his neck. Sam nuzzled his nose upward on Blaine's neck and wrapped his arms around Blaine's back until he finally placed his hands on Blaine's ass with a slap. Sam started kissing the neck of the brown haired vixon on top of him until he finally licked the perfect spot and placed his lips. He sucked on the salty sweet flesh for a few minutes and then released. He had forgotten the other two boys were in the room, and all he could focus on was Blaine. Blaine pushed himself off the top of Sam, and kissed him firmly then jumped off the top of Sam reminding him he had to behave himself because there were impressionable underclassmen watching, even if one was a Puckerman. Blaine walked back quickly to the pool table, but Sam needed a few minutes to lower his 'blood pressure' before he could stand up and full embarrass himself. Ryder giggled a little at Sam trying his best to not draw attention to himself on the sofa. Ryder firmly grasped his cue stick and took aim. He placed far too much pressure on the stick and hurdled the cue ball across not only the table but the room. Everyone looked at him and started to laugh. "Easy there Brutus, we're trying to play on this table not the one's downtown," Jake ribbed. "Okay boys, looks like we only have a few more balls left until two are going to lose it all," Jake said. "Literally," Blaine uttered in his attempt to back his partner up. "Who's turn is it anyway," Blaine asked. He then faked a look of just remembering, and said "OHHH yeah, it's mine isn't it." He perused the table looking for a shot when he noticed that he only had three balls left, not counting the 8 ball. He calculated his shot carefully, took aim, and with a crack ignited the cue ball on its course knocking in all three, one after the other. Blaine then looked at Sam, who finally recovered from his inspiring make out session, and started cocking his left eye brow up and down quickly as a devilish smile crawled across his face. Ryder and Sam just looked at each other, and dropped their heads and then their shorts. There standing in the room were their naked bodies for the two remaining boys to see.

"You've got them naked, now will it be truth or consequence," Jake asked with bemused condescension.

"I'll take one, and then you take one," Blaine asked. "

"Excellent plan, you won the shot you get to go first," Jake relented to Blaine.

"Alright, Ryder you're under consequence, and after Jake gives his, I'll tell you what your next directive is…just prepare yourself," Blaine said in a superior tone. Sam looked at Blaine with a questioning expression. Blaine shot him a look that let him know not to worry, everything is under control. This relieved some of Sam's tension until he heard Jake call his name.

"Sam, you've got a consequence," Jake stated.

"Okay…do I want to know," Sam questioned.

"It won't be too hard, and in fact you may even like it," Jake said. The tone in which he said this to Sam inspired some of the same jealousy Sam just felt seconds earlier, but Blaine made the rules and was not allowed to break them now. "You have to sing a song to Blaine during Glee practice on Monday. It doesn't have to directly state how you feel, but just needs to be something for Blaine," Jake said feeling confident that he had sufficiently embarrassed Sam.

"Okay Blaine…come on man, let's get this over with so I can put my clothes back on," Ryder begged.

"Yeah, your right, this is torture. Okay, Sam you have to time this, and Ryder, you have to give Jake a three minute lap dance," Blaine instructed. Both Jake and Ryder looked at Blaine shocked, Sam just closed his eyes and started shaking his head laughing to himself. "I tell you what, me and Sam won't even watch," Blaine said. "That's not going to make it easier," Ryder said as he was still trying to hide his feelings about Jake. Jake just saw the humor of the entire event, and said, "Nope, I'm pretty sure it's not going to do a damn thing but make it harder. Come here my private dancer." Jake took over Sam's previous position on the sofa, as Sam pulled up the stop watch app on his phone. "Would you like some music," Sam asked, "It makes it easier." "Yes please, something…anything," Ryder asked. Blaine had forgotten Sam used to be a stripper. "Oh my God Sam, I'm so sorry. Does this make you uncomfortable," Blaine asked. "Hell no. This is all in good fun. What makes me uncomfortable is standing here naked and you in your tight boxer briefs and me trying anything to keep from getting hard," Sam said.

At first Ryder was nervous as he crawled on top of Jake's lap. Blaine put on some music, and Sam prepared his stop watch and said, "Start…now." Ryder's huge biceps tightened as they were stretched to the back of the sofa. He started to gently rise and fall on top of Jake. The two boys and only made out a few times, and had never discussed doing anything further. Ryder locked eyes with Jake, and saw that his friend was getting into his poor performance which made Ryder want to make him fully involved. He lowered his head to where his forehead rested on Jake's. From there he began rotating his hips in alternating half circle motions while he was rising up and then crashing back down onto Jake's lap. The rising action was far less important once he crashed down a few times and felt Jakes enlarging penis underneath him. He couldn't help but start to get aroused himself. Ryder finally stopped rising at all and was fully grinding on him still maintaining the alternating hip rotations. Jakes was feeling his mouth grow drier and drier as this giant of a man was swinging his hips on him. He wanted so badly to touch him, to allow his hands explore Ryder's now sweating body. He was moaning, and breathing quickly. He was taken to a point of ecstasy and could no longer contain himself. He reached up to grab a hold of Ryder's cock when he heard Sam yell, "Time." "There is no way that's been three minutes," Jake yelled out causing his voice to crack. "Your right, we gave your four," Sam said as he started to laugh.

The game was over and the boys dressed. Blaine looked at the clock on the way and realized it was going for 2AM. "Guy's it's too late for you to drive. I have a spare bedroom up stairs if you don't mind sharing. Why don't you just stay here tonight," Blaine offered. "Well that is if you don't mind bunking with me one more night," Blaine asked Sam. "Oh, I think that is a good idea," Sam said as he winked at Blaine. Everyone agreed. They each helped clean up the mess of the Man Cave, and made their way to the second floor of Blaine's house. Blaine escorted the boys into the spare room, and showed them where the light switches were in both the bedroom and bathroom. He offered them both some pajamas but both stated they only sleep in their underwear. Blaine left them to rejoin Sam in his own room and when he walked in he saw Sam, lounging on his bed with his clothes fully removed again. "Nice to see you're still up," Blaine said to Sam. "Well I think I was promised a spanking," Sam responded.