Nine Ball

Rating: NC-17 for smut

Original Date of Completion: July 2002

Disclaimer: I own them all and you can't have them. This is all fake and conjured in the confines of my demented little mind, so please don't sue me.

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"Just tell me!" Kris exclaimed, tickling at my ribs.

We'd been talking about a certain escapade of my life for a good 20 minutes now. I've been trying with every fiber of my being not to tell him, but he's resulted to dirty tricks. He knows how ticklish my ribs are. Tickling them ranks just above threats of Christina Aguilera music on the "Get Kirk To Do What You Want" scale. I squeal and squirm under his touch, begging him to stop, but he presses on with his toture. I can't understand why he wants to know so badly. I know I have NO desires to hear about his sex life with Julie. Whatever his reasons are, I've sadly realized that there is no way I'm going to get out of telling him. Eventually, gasping for air, and dying from the tickle torture, I concede defeat.

"Geez, I'll tell you. Just stop the tickling," I giggled, squirming out of his grasp.

"Good," He said smugly, leaning back against the headboard.

I crawled up the bed and laid my head on his chest. He squeezed me to him, and I sighed in contentment. He kissed gently the top of my head then began to stroke my hair.

"I love you," He spoke, kissing the top of my head again.

"I love you, too," I replied, stroking his chest.

"You're still not getting out of telling me," He taunted, smirking down at me.

I looked up at him and sighed. The smirk on his face is too adorable, so I leant up and planted a quick peck on his lips. I adjusted my position on his chest, and took a slow, deep breath.

"Okay, so it was after my birthday party..."

* * *

My birthday was a usually dull day. Three days before Christmas and all, it was something I'd gotten used to. But they shocked me this time. By they I meant my two best friends, Mac and Drapes. For reasons unbeknownst, they'd decided to plan a big surprise party for me. And somehow, in a team full of gossipers, it remained a secret. So when I showed up in Mac's basement, and everyone jumped out and yelled surprise, I was actually surprised.

I was pretty touched that they'd cared enough to do something like this for me. In the 29 years of my life, I think it was my first birthday party. Don't ever let anyone tell you being born close to Christmas doesn't suck, because it really does. But anyway, that's not the point here. The point is my two bestest buds threw a party for me. It was a pretty kick ass party for three days before Christmas. All of the guys showed up, and brought gifts, which is always great. Even Bowman showed up, which was a pretty big damn surprise. Not many stayed for very long. Most just stopped by to say happy birthday, drop me off a gift (all of which turned out to be a t-shirt of some kind, or straight porn, which subsequently I gave to my brother for Christmas) then left. By the end of the night, there were only three of us left: Mac, Avery, and myself. We were all more than a little drunk, telling a bunch of bullshit stories, and playing pool in Mac's basement.

It was a pretty amusing time (What I remember of it, anyway.) I don't think any three people have sworn as much as we did that night. We generally behaved ourselves at Mac's house, with his kids and all. But they'd been shipped to Kris and Julie's for my party, so we let loose and acted like the drunk idiots we were. Eventually however, Mac's wife came down stairs and told us to shut up or face obscene torture with a meat mallet. Darren, the most whipped man alive decided that he didn't want Cheryl more pissed at him, so he told us to stay quiet then left us for bed. Avery and I didn't pay much attention, just reset the balls and started another game. Avery called break, and I let him have it, since I needed another beer. I walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out two Heinekens, one for each of us. I walked back to the table just in time to watch Avery break, and not sink a single ball.

"You are the single worst pool player in the world," I laughed, handing him a beer.

"Well, what can I say?" He asked, opening the beer and taking a quick swig. "I'm not good with balls like you,"

Now you see, normally, I would've blushed and not said anything in reply to that. But since I was drunk, I guess I figured what the hell. It's not like '

"Yeah, I'm not just good with balls," I snapped back, chalking up my cue. "There are other parts I'm good with too," I said again, shooting at the 3-ball and sinking it with ease.

He didn't say anything in return, but I paid that no matter. He usually had to take time to think of a good comeback. I continued to sink ball after ball, occasionally glancing up at Sean, who seemed to have that beer glued to his mouth. This was the longest he'd ever been silent in the entire time I'd known him. I figured he was about to pass out, which I wouldn't blame. He'd drunk a good 10 beers and defeated Max in a shot contest by that point. I paid it no mind, waiting for him to either fall onto the table or tell me he was going to sleep. That never happened, so I kept on shooting until I missed a ball. I dropped my cue back into its holster and turned to Sean with a laugh as he sat his beer down, empty.

"Whole beer in five minutes, take it easy there Fido," I laughed as I sat down at the bar stool I'd brought to the table.

He stared silently at me for what seemed like forever. I became uncomfortable with it pretty quickly, and tried to move out of his sight. But before I even had a chance, I found his lips on mine. My mind went in a million different directions, but the one thought that surfaced was how good it felt to be kissed. It'd been so long since I'd had a good kiss, or even a bad kiss, it was amazing. It didn’t matter to me at first that this was obviously a drunk straight guy, and one of my best friends. But once that thought occurred, the guilt set in, and I pushed Sean away. He looked at me, dejected, but with lust swimming in his eyes.

"Why'd you stop me?" He asked, staring intently into my eyes.

"Sean, you're drunk," I replied, turning away from him.

I really couldn't take being stared at today. You think I'd be good at that with what I do for a living and all. I walked away from him and over to the bar. I pulled a fifth of Southern Comfort from behind the counter and started to pour myself a glass. I heard Sean’s footsteps behind me, but I continued to busy myself with the liquor. If I turned around, odds are my hormones would win out.

"So," He said softly, slipping his arms around my waist. "I still know this is what I want," He whispered, planting a soft kiss to the back of my neck.

I might as well have had a sign on my neck that said "Turn off all resolve here", because the second he kissed my neck, I was his for the taking. I turned around and brought my lips to his. Our kisses took off in a flurry of passion. We walked back toward the pool table, tossing piece after piece of clothing along the way. By the time Sean's back bumped against the table, neither one of us wore more than our boxers. I ran my hands down his arms, admiring the firmness beneath my fingertips. Goosebumps formed on his skin and I felt his bulge press more insistently against me. It was a mute point by this time, but even through my drunkeness, my conscience ruled.

"Are you sure you want to do this Sean?" I asked, resting my hands on the pool table behind him. He looked at me, and a devilish smirk came to his face.

"What's this tell you?"

Before I could even object (not like I would've) Sean dropped to his knees and pulled my boxers along with him. He looked up at me with that smirk on his face, then took all of me into his throat. I screamed out his name, a lot louder than I'd intended to. The thought of Mac or Cheryl coming downstairs and seeing us briefly crossed my mind. But that did nothing except turn me on even more. I began to run my fingers slowly through Sean's unruly hair, whimpering each time his tongue made swirls around my head. The skill of his mouth was really beyond anything I could've imagined. It became obvious then that this wasn't his first time. He couldn't possibly be a newbie and be that good. NO ONE has that much natural talent.

His tongue worked expertly along my length, turning me into a moaning, quivering mass. It didn't take long before my grip tightened in his hair, and I released my load deep into his throat. To my surprise, he swallowed my entire load. When finished, he hopped to his feet and shoved his lips onto mine. Our tongues danced passionately until we separated, gasping for breath. In the aftermath, the sweet mixture of my cum and Sean's saliva lingered on my tongue.

"You were fucking incredible," I gasped, wiping the sweat from my forehead. Again, he looked at me with that devilish smirk on his face.

"Time to repay the favor," He spoke, dragging his hands slowly down my ass.

I smiled and kissed him roughly. I turned him around, then dropped to my knees in front of him. In one fluid motion, I ripped his boxers from his waist and took him deep into my throat. He screamed out my name and thrust deep into my throat. There was no possible way no one heard that. I kept my eye on the door as I continued the task at hand. Thankfully no one came, so I was able keep going. After about five minutes, I let him slip from my mouth and got to my feet. Sean whimpered, but I just smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips. I slipped my arms around his neck and drove my tongue into his mouth. He pushed me back onto the table, not thinking to clear the balls away first. I screamed out from the sudden cold and uncomfortable prod produced by the remaining balls. He laughed as he took his lips from mine. I reached behind me and pushed the balls from beneath my back.

"Not the kind of balls I want tonight," I giggled, wrapping my legs around his waist.

Sean never spoke, but I quickly felt his hot breath on my shoulder. I winced as his head pushed past my opening, but I was able to relax as he continued to push into me. His motions started slow, a light torture with each thrust. But he soon found a faster, more comfortable pace. He grabbed one of the pool balls, and rolled it slowly across my chest, sending shockwaves all through my body. With each thrust in, a low moan escaped from his throat. I couldn't keep from glancing to the door every so often, expecting Mac and Cheryl to be standing there, looking none too happy about the free porn occurring on their pool table. But never happened, so I was able to enjoy Sean's powerful thrusting right up to his orgasm. It couldn't have lasted more than 20 minutes, but it mattered not to me. This was the best birthday present I could've ever asked for. I had sex on my best friend's pool table, with another of my best friends. Granted not the one I would've wanted, but nonetheless I enjoyed myself.

Sean hissed as he slid from my ass, then laid back next to me on the pool table. I felt a bit sore as I sat up. But it was the good kind of sore, the best kind of sore, actually. I was floating high from the pleasure still surging through my body. Well, that and the booze. I leaned over to kiss Sean, but he pushed me away roughly.

"Don't touch me you fucking fag!" He roared, reaching down and grabbing his boxers.

"Whatever," I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"Fucking queer!" He screamed, pulling his pants back on.

I choose not to speak as I walked around the room picking up my clothes. Somewhere in my mind I'd been expecting that. It's what confused guys do. I watched him storm out of the room without another word, still wearing only his pants with his shirt hanging over his shoulder. There was no way Mac or Cheryl wouldn't know what was going on, and it was then that I realized what a mistake it had been. My buzz had begun to wear off, leaving me to think that maybe I'd taken advantage of him. I really couldn't have that thought fucking up my birthday, so I walked over the bar and grabbed the fifth of Southern Comfort. I took a few swigs directly from the bottle, then walked over to the couch. I plopped down with a sigh and took a big gulp from the bottle, burning my throat in the process. I really didn't care. I wanted to erase the memory of Sean from my mind, if only for tonight.

* * *

"And that's the story," I sighed, glancing over at Kris.

"Oh," He replied quietly.

That was the worst possible response he could've had. I didn't want to tell him the story, because I knew he'd react like this. It's not exactly the most glamourous of life's tales. I think I'm a slut for doing it, and now apparently so does Kris. I sighed again, and stepped onto the floor. Kris grabbed my hand as I tried to walk from the bed.

"Where you going?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Well you obviously think I'm a slut now, so I'll let you be alone with those thoughts while I take a shower and wash the dirty feeling off,"

He sighed loudly and yanked me down onto the bed. My back cracked as it landed against his legs. The pain was only brief, as his lips quickly find mine. We traded light pecks, and he ran a hand slowly through my hair. When we separated, he stared down at me with a smile on his face. He planted another soft kiss to my lips and resumed his hair stroking.

"Kirkie, I could never think of you as a slut. I love you too much," He said with a bright smile. "Whatever you did before me is none of my business. I just wanted to know because the thought of you and Fido on a pool table is pretty damned hot,"

I giggled from the goofy smile on his face, and he brought his lips back down to mine. This kiss overflowed with passion, our tongues the centerpiece for most of the kiss. Somehow during the kiss, he was able to twist around and straddle my hips. When we separated, he smiled at me and drummed his fingers on my stomach.

"Nice and tight, makes a good drum," He supplied, grinning down at me.

I laughed at him and shook my head. "And you say I'm weird,"

"You are. You just got done telling me, your boyfriend, about you and one of our best friends on a pool table,"

I shot him a cold stare and pushed him sideways on the bed. He fell back, narrowly missing the headboard. He looked at me with a look of fake shock on his face. I rolled my eyes at him, and slunk up the bed next to him. We shared another soft kiss, then I laid my head down on his chest. He slipped an arm around me and kissed the top of my head. My heart fluttered and I cuddled more onto his chest. We're silent for minutes, me caressing his chest, him rubbing the back of my neck. I hear his breathing start to level off, and close my eyes to follow him to dreamland. Then just as I start to drift off, his voice snaps me back awake.

"So you and Fido on a pool table huh?"

I shook my head against his chest and sighed out in mock annoyance. "Will you shut up about that?"

"Quite possibly, with the right incentive,"

"If you shut up, I won't feed you to K-Mac. How's that for incentive?"

He made a little pouty noise, and followed it up with a huffy "Fine." I closed my eyes and slipped my arm around his chest. He sighed, and I felt him kiss the top of my head again. A smile spread across my lips and I run my hand slowly down his ribs, in my form of silent thank you. Quickly, the sandman returns to me, and I start to drift off again. But again, Kris' voice awakens me.

"Hey Kirk,"

"Hmm?"

"About that shower you were talking about....."

THE END.

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