|A Hand of Poker
Author: Guede Mazaka
"Danny…Danny…" Rusty is melting down the couch, and it's mussing his suit. His rather expensive suit that costs almost as much to clean and iron properly as it did to buy it. "Danny-I need two hands to play poker…"
"No, you don't." Those bright eyes briefly wink at him before Danny bends over again and kisses the back of Rusty's hand. It would no doubt be very gentlemanly, except there's an inordinate amount of tongue involved and God, he really likes that tattoo. "Two-Fingered Jack doesn't."
When teeth trace the edge of the tat up into Rusty's sleeve, he drops the last cards. "Two-Fingered Jack got himself a robotic hand, you know."
Danny shrugs and pulls Rusty the rest of the way down the couch. "Well, I'm not about to bend Two-Fingered Jack over the sofa, am I?"
"God, I hope not." Rusty slips his free hand into Danny's jacket and presses his captured hand to the other man's mouth, signaling that the time for discussion is over.