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"Ok." Bood walked in holding a small box and sat on the floor in front of the couch with the rest of the team and their partners.
"You were gone for an hour, Jesus I though you somehow got lost." Cassie reached out and began to set up the game on the carpet less wood floor.
Shane looked at Cassie with a raised eyebrow "It was only seven minutes?"
Cassie let out a dramatic sigh "Feels like forever to me, my sweet boy.." She squeezed Bood's face and returned to setting up.
Everyone laughed and chirped Bood who was shamelessly looking at his wife's V-neck dress, primarily her cleavage.
"Ok, ok. How do you play this stupid thing." Wyatt said taking another swig of his beer.
"Ok so you essentially try to answer as many questions as possible before the tube runs out of sand. Each card is one point, whoever has the most points wins." Cassie tosses a braid over her shoulder and Bood looks like he might topple over. "If it's just a single word then you have to describe it without actually saying it."
"Oh this will be easy, Shane is smart. I am good at talking is no debate. We will win." Ilya slouches against his husband
"You cocky bitch." Troy throws a pillow at Ilya, who calmy doges without spilling his beer.
"You may all forfit now, save face while you can." Ilya announces and points a finger around the semi-circle they have made on Bood's floor.
"Ilya, don't be an asshole." Shane tightened his grip on Ilyas thigh and shot him a look. Ilya sat back and gave a small nod, his sly grin did not die though.
Harris and troy where up first.
"Come on baby we got this." Troy said to Harris as he picked up the stack of cards.
Harris nodded and the small tube was flipped to start their time
"Ok, the Trashier Cat from Alice and Wonderland was what color in the first Movie adaptation in 1968."
"Purple!"
"Yes!" Troy slapped the card down and shot Ilya a smug look
"Ok, this is...the-the one thing you use in the kitchen to move stuff.."
"Tongs?"
"No no, you use it when things are hot." Troy was frantically waving his hands around
"Fuck um...a thermometer? A-A pot lid?"
They struggled for two more m seconds when Cassie called the time.
"Pot holders!" Troy said throwing his head back.
"What?! No way how-"
"Ah ah, enough moping pass the cards and accept defeat suckers" Dykstra snatched the cards and sat criss cross as he re shuffled them.
Cassie snorts as Kaitlyn and Evan lock hands for a moment.
"Are you trying to Bluetooth connect?" Shane said as he snickered into his cup.
They couple paid them no mind and eventually separated and resumed their positions. Lisa flipped the tube and focused in.
"Ok, the Spanish word for sleep."
"Oh Jesus...I don't know."
"Come on baby remember when we where watching Olympo, laughing at the subtitles..." Dykstra motioned more her to continue but she was drawing a blank.
"I don't remember much, so much was going on that episode..."
"Yes, Amaia was a mess!"
"Oh my god don't talk to me about her; it's like she is constantly self-sabotaging and-and."
"And blaming everyone else when she feels shitty, like No one can fucking stand you and all you is-"
"Act more fucking bitchy, like what sense does that make."
"Honestly Roque deserves a better friend. Kate, you know I-"
"Time is fucking up! Guys what even was that?" Lisa is looking confused at the two of them.
"Sorry got carried away..." Kaitlyn shrugs and locks finger with her husband as the smile fondly at each other.
"They synced up just not in the right way.." Harris said with a giggle.
"Ok, who's is next?" Troy clapped his hands together
Wyatt and Lisa sat up.
Lisa grabbed the cards and began as the timer started.
"The color of my moms car."
"Uhhhhhh..." Wyatt scratched his head
"Wyatt...come on."
"Ok-ok, I don't know."
"The color of captain Marval's gloves."
"Which edition of Captain Marval because the newest is red but the original is-"
Lisa rolled her eyes and sighed. She looked at her husband as he ranted about the different character changes that artists made, fondly rest her head in her hand. Her little nerd.
"Ok, ok just stop." Cassia takes the cards and hands them to Ilya.
"Your up hotshot." Ilya smirks
Ilya turns to face Shane and they lock eyes as the tube flips.
"Ok, what is the largest mountain in the world?" Ilya looks up at his husband with a fierce smile.
Shane is looking at the floor in front of Ilya and avoiding his eyes. He has a strong blush on his cheeks partly from frustration and partly from focus. He pulls his eyes up for a moment to look around at the prying eyes. He is trying to hide it but Ilya can see he is panicking.
Shane is chewing on his bottom lip and trying to say something, anything but honestly being this visible is making him sweat.
"I don't know I-fuck." Shane says wiping his face.
"Is ok..." Ilya leans in and tries to meet Shane's eyes.
"Times up biatch! Take that, so much for fucking winning hey? Better luck n-"
"Shut up Troy, Jesus we get it.." Shane grumbles as turns to look into the crackling fireplace.
"Game is stupid! We burn it." Ilya says shoot Troy a harsh glare.
"No no let's keep playing." Cassie says calmly taking the cards for the next turn.
Ilya shrugs and wraps his arms around Shane. He whispers something to Shane that elicits a small nod.
Troy mouths sorry to Ilya who gives him a small nod in return.
They go around the room again and the tension is dissolved as everyone get progressively more drunk.
Troy and Harris- 2
Everyone else-0
Then its Shane and Ilya's turn again.
"We can call it a night if-"
Ilya takes another swig of beer "Flip the tube."
"Rozy come on, no one is getting any points a-" Bood worriedly looks over to the drunk people in his living room
"I am speaking English da? Flip. The. Tube."
Bood looks over to Shane who is returning his look with a shit eating grin.
Bood hesitantly flips the glass tube.
Shane picks up the cards and begins.
"My mom's favorite snack."
"Onigiri."
"The capital of America."
"Washington."
"Me with hickeys on my neck, flexing in the mirror."
"Screensaver."
"Yes! Ilya,-"
Shane keeps his eyes trained on the cards he carefully sets in a stack next to himself while Ilya stares at him like he is about to pounce. Inhibitions leaving with every point earned.
"I wear these."
"Glasses."
"Dancing blonde."
"Britany Spears!"
"Oh-I'm not allowed to wear this on runs anymore."
"Shorts..mm" Ilya licks his lips making the room laugh despite their disbelief. Shane pays him no mind.
"The one guy i'm allowed to cheat on you with."
"Bad Bunny."
"Me and you fucking at center ice."
"Hmm...Dream-Dream."
"Uptown Funk."
"Bruno Mars."
"Tall guy."
"Lebron James."
"Dads Frat-."
"Beta!"
"Your dads job."
"Police."
"My favorite place to eat"
"House!"
Shane slams the cards down and pounces on Ilya.
Before anyone can stop them, the husbands are climbing each other and making out. Hard.
Ilya is squeezing and groping Shane's ass from UNDER his pants while Shane is grabbing at Ilya's hair and licking into his mouth like it's a lake in the desert.
Everyone is just looking at each other stunned. They knew winning was a turn on for them, but they didn't need to know this much.
"Ahem." Lisa cleared her throat
The boys did not separate, and Ilya slid a thumb into Shane's eager mouth without breaking their kisses. They were both way to horny and drunk to notice the other people in the room.
"Ahem!" Lisa said louder
The two sat up and messily dragged away from each other. "Sorry-sorry fuck. We-we..Ilya stop laughing.." Shane's apology died as he began to laugh with his husband.
"You two must have been tearing hotels up when you were rivals." Harris joked
"They still do." The rest of the teammates supply.
Shane and Ilya keep laughing and soon the whole group joins in.
"Shane loves winning and my dick" Ilya pats the side of Shane's face. "So when we-"
"Enough Ilya." Shane speaks in a low firm tone that made the room still. Shane puts a hand on Ilyas shoulder and moves to stand up.
Shane was halfway across the room when he turned to see Ilya still sitting there watching him. He made a quick 'come on' motion with his hands and Ilya sprang up.
They walk into the closed off foyer together, gathering their things.
"We should go walk them out before they fuck on the shoe rack." Bood stands and puts a hand on the small of his wife's back to bring her up with him.
They make it into the foyer when they hear the two men.
"I love to win, fuck I really do.." Shane whispers into Ilyas mouth.
"Going to put you into the fucking mattress Shane....god you deserve it, so smart, so perfect."
"Ilya fuck, please yes that.."
Cassie and Bood step into view and the husbands lazily pull apart.
"Yeah back it up you two."
Shane's grip tightened on Ilyas sleeve "Noooo, Cassie. I'm sorry"
"You are fine Shane it's him" She looked at Ilya and pointed an acrylic nail at his face "I don't trust"
"You. Need to call your uber sir. No getting nasty in my house."
Ilya shrugged and gave Cassie a sly grin
"That is our ride so we can go home and Shane can ri-" Shane clamped a hand over Ilya's mouth and dragged him toward the door.
"Bye guys!" He calls out
They all say their goodbyes and try to hold their laughs until after the door is closed.