The first time they play pool Erik discovers two things: the first is that Charles is abysmal at it, despite being the one to make the suggestion when Erik mentioned he hadn’t played before; the second is that Charles isn’t above playing dirty to win. He has unbuttoned more of his shirt than can possibly be necessary, revealing the sharp jut of his collarbone and part of his chest, pale skin flushed pink, save for the darker marks Erik made the night before with his mouth.He is paying exponentially less attention to the game now than at the start, so much so that it takes a moment of Charles smirking at him for Erik to realize it’s his turn once more. “Are you trying to distract me with your body because you’re losing?”Charles, impossible person that he is, lays his cue stick upon the edge of the table, his right hand curled around the grip, his left hand rested upon the shaft, as he leans forward. “Is it working?” Erik is about five seconds away from jumping him from across the table. “Yeah.” Charles’ smirk widens into a grin and he looks all the more attractive for it. “Then yes. Yes, I am.”

The first time they play pool Erik discovers two things: the first is that Charles is abysmal at it, despite being the one to make the suggestion when Erik mentioned he hadn’t played before; the second is that Charles isn’t above playing dirty to win. He has unbuttoned more of his shirt than can possibly be necessary, revealing the sharp jut of his collarbone and part of his chest, pale skin flushed pink, save for the darker marks Erik made the night before with his mouth.

He is paying exponentially less attention to the game now than at the start, so much so that it takes a moment of Charles smirking at him for Erik to realize it’s his turn once more. “Are you trying to distract me with your body because you’re losing?”

Charles, impossible person that he is, lays his cue stick upon the edge of the table, his right hand curled around the grip, his left hand rested upon the shaft, as he leans forward. “Is it working?”

Erik is about five seconds away from jumping him from across the table. “Yeah.”

Charles’ smirk widens into a grin and he looks all the more attractive for it. “Then yes. Yes, I am.”

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