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the voice that was speaking.
    Scott raised two fingers. “Yeah, could we have two ginger ales?”
    ”Sure thing.” The bar boy’s gaze lingered on Scott, roaming up and down his body, before he winked and headed back to bar.
    Scott turned to face Derek. “Now, where were w—“He cocked his head to the side, surprised by Derek’s narrowed eyes, following the retreating bar boy. “Problems?”
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    “Nothing much, except that slut was stripping you with his eyes.” Derek placed his hands on his hips and glared at the back of the waiter’s head.
    “Look at me.” Derek dragged his eyes away from the bar boy and faced him. He placed a finger under Derek’s chin, lifting it so he was looking directly into his eyes.
    “You’re jealous? You don’t need to be. I would have complimented you the whole time if he gave me a chance to talk.”
    “Shut up.” Derek laughed. “Throwing my own words back in my face. Just for that I’m gonna kick your ass in pool.”
    “Right. Like that time you kicked my ass last year when we played air hockey at Dave and Busters?” Scott grabbed the triangle and began setting up the balls.
    “That was different. I was letting you win because your dad was being a prick.”
    “Right. You let me win. I forgot.” Scott shook his head and continued racking up the balls. As he did, the bar boy returned with their drinks. He didn’t even glance at Derek as he placed the glasses on the side table next to them. Staring at Scott’s pecs which were pushing at the fabric of his shirt, he took a step closer to him. “Will you be getting anything to eat?”
    Scott glanced at Derek and smiled. Walking over to him, he draped his arms over Derek’s shoulders in a loose hug, staring into his eyes. Without looking away, he responded. “Yeah. We’re starved. Bring us a plate of chicken fingers and some minicheeseburgers with caramelized onions.” He then leaned in and sealed his lips to Derek’s. The playfulness, the back and forth of claiming one another in the face of various good looking young men who were clearly interested in one or the other of them, was intoxicating.
    “Um, okay. I’ll place your order.” His voice didn’t seem quite as eager to please when he spoke. “Your food should be up in about ten minutes. Name’s Freddie if you need anything else.”
    Derek broke out of the kiss and stared over Scott’s shoulder. “Thanks Fred. We’ll let you know if we need anything.”
    “It’s Fr—” he closed his mouth, turned on his heels, and walked off. Derek returned to the kiss he had broken then pulled back when he couldn’t contain his laughter. “I don’t think Freddie likes me very much.”
    “C’mon. Let’s play some pool.” Scott grabbed his soda and took a few gulps, then selected a pool stick and began to chalk the end. “Didn’t you say you were going to kick my ass or something?”
    “Something like that, yeah.”
    They played a few rounds and were fairly evenly matched. Each time it was Derek’s turn, Scott stood back and admired his body as he leaned over and aimed. The black shirt Pierre had given him rode up his torso, revealing his taut abdominal muscles. The contrast between his narrow waist which rounded out into his bubble butt was accentuated by the hint of skin revealed at the base of his spine. It took all of his 40
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    self-control to keep himself from walking behind Derek to get a better look at his best physical feature, but there was no amount of will-power in the world that could draw his eyes away from that perfectly rounded ass.
    It was only when Derek called his name that he managed to snap back to the room.
    “Hey, the food’s here.”
    Scott looked to his side and saw Freddie had delivered the food. Undoubtedly he had tried to capture Scott’s attention, but with Derek nearby, even if he had stood directly next to him waving glow sticks, Scott wouldn’t have noticed.