Darts
"Come on, Roy," Havoc prompted. "Be a good birthday boy!"
"No, I won't," the dark haired man said grumpily. "I still have my pride..."
"Think of it as target practice, then. Come on! You're disappointing your party."
"Who cares?" Roy's hand slipped down Havoc's thigh. "I think there's only one person here that I don't want to disappoint..."