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Grabbing a chicken tender, he dipped it in the honey mustard and bit off a huge bite. The combination of hot oil, crunchy bread crumbs, and tangy-sweet sauce filled his mouth. It wasn’t until he started eating that he realized how hungry he had been. The two of them took a break from playing and stood in silence, stuffing their mouths. Five minutes later, the food was gone. “Damn, I was hungry. I could eat another round of those burgers. They were slammin’.”
    Derek picked up the pool stick and walked back to the table, preparing to continue where he had left off. Within seconds, Scott was lost once again in the magnetic draw of a perfectly rounded butt. It wasn’t until he reached for his drink that he realized a man was standing by their table, watching Derek as well. An immediate sense of protectiveness surged through him as he stared at the man who was gaping at Derek’s ass.
    Walking over so that he completely blocked the man’s view, he leveled him with a steady gaze. “Do you need something, mister?”
    The man snapped his attention to Scott and closed his mouth. “Huh. No, sorry. I was just watching the two of you and wondered if you wanted a third. I’m here alone and you two look like you’re having a good time.”
    The man was probably in his late twenties. He still had youthful good looks with cropped brown hair, and an athletic build. He had brown, brooding eyes, but there was a slight hint of crow’s feet at the corner and his hairline seemed to be receding slightly. Not much, but enough to show he had some additional years on him. He was about to tell the guy to fuck off when Derek walked up. “Hey, what’s going on? It’s your turn.”
    The man returned his attention to Derek, his tongue snaking out of his mouth to wet his lips. Once again, a surge of protectiveness filled Scott and he stepped a bit closer to Derek.
    The man stepped forward as well and extended his hand toward Derek, ignoring Scott altogether. My name is Charlie. I was asking your friend here if you’d mind if I joined the two of you.
    Derek cocked his head. “How can three people play pool together?”
    Charlie’s smile widened. “Oh, there are all sorts of versions of pool. Let me teach you how to play cut-throat.”
    Derek laughed nervously. “Uh, that’s okay. Scott and I are fine playing just the two of us.”
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    D.H. Starr

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    Charlie lifted his Budweiser to his lips and took a long slug, then returned his attention to Derek. “Aw, c’mon. It’s fun. And then I can show you some other fun things that can be done with three people.”
    Derek backed up a step, butting into the table. Charlie took another step forward, closing the distance between them. Before he knew what he was doing, Scott stepped forward and grabbed Charlie by the arm. “Listen buddy, I think you need to fuck off.”
    Charlie shook Scott’s hand off his arm and took another step towards Derek so that there were barely a few inches separating them. He reached out and placed his hand on Derek’s arm. Scott could see Derek’s eyes widen as his fingers gripped the side of the pool table tightly. “You have one hot ass. I could make you feel real ni—”
    On a surge of hot adrenaline, Scott grabbed Charlie’s arm and yanked hard, forcing Charlie back a few feet. Moving himself so that he stood as a physical barrier between the two of them, Scott released Charlie and shoved. “Listen shit head. I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but if you don’t back the fuck away from my boyfriend, I’m gonna fucking kill you.” He took one more step forward and squared off his shoulders to that he was standing face to face with the man.
    Putting up his hands in defensive surrender, Charlie backed away. “Hey. No offense, man. I just thought you guys were hot and might like to play. I guess I was wrong.”
    Without moving, Scott, continued staring at him, rage boiling inside. Charlie glanced at Derek once again, then