Brad held Dons hand tightly as they walked out of Tony Romas Restaurant and into the LA night. Don felt his cheeks warm up despite the cold weather. He had to remind himself occasionally that it was the 80s and it wasn’t widely accepted to see two men holding hands. But despite knowing that, Brad still made it a point to hold his hand wherever they went.
They made their way to the car, which was parked a block away in a garage so his fancy Rolls Royce wouldn’t get scratched by some valet boy. Brad walked up to the passenger side and made a show of opening the door for Don. “For you, my good sir.” He smiled brightly, flashing him his best TV smile.
Don rolled his eyes, a soft smile forming on his lips. “Why, thank you so much. Such a gentleman.” He sat inside, watching as Brad skipped to the other side of the car and got into the driver's seat.
“So wanna head back to my place so I can take you back home? I don’t want to keep you out too long. I want you to be able to enjoy your day off tomorrow.”
Don thought for a moment. He could just let Bradley take him home. But he did have a babysitter, and he only gets to hang out with Brad so often. “I have a better idea.” There was a twinkle in Dons eye that excited Brad, making him more willing to do whatever Don had in mind.
One time door later, and they were in Dons’ timeline. In a bar. In Chicago.
“This is a gay bar!” Brad whisper yelled into Dons ear as they walked into the semi-crowded bar.
“Oh yeah, guess it is.” He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. “What do you want? I’m having a-“ He took a second to read the bar menu and turned back to Brad. “I’m gonna order a Queen-O-Lada. I’m assuming that’s their version of the Piña Colada.” He watched as Brad looked around, eyes scanning the crowd, posture stiff and alert. His eyes darted to everyone in the room, watching them like they were a threat. “Hey, Honey, it’s ok. You’re safe here.” When he didn’t get a response, he looked around, noticing the pool table in the distance. Figuring that maybe a game would loosen him up. “Let’s play pool.”
That grabbed Brad’s attention as he finally looked at Don.
“You wanna play pool?”
He shrugged and gestured towards the table. “Yeah, why not? It’s open. You know how to play?”
He straightened his back, contemplating the idea. “Yeah... Didn’t you want a drink?”
He waved it off as he grabbed Brads hand and dragged him over to the pool table. “Yeah, but we can do that later. You said you knew how to play?”
Straightening up his posture, Brad nodded, a sly smile appearing on him as he grabbed a pool stick. “I know a thing or two.” His eyebrows wiggled as he /tried/ to be seductive.
Don couldn’t help but laugh as he grabbed a stick for himself. “Well, by all means, show me.”
Brad started setting up the game, putting all the balls in their place and lining up his shot. “This game is all about angles.” He explained, trying to line up his shot to break.
Don watched him with an eyebrow raised, using his pool stick for support as he put his other hand on his hip. “Is that right?”
Starting the game, Brad had made a solid ball in from the start, letting him go again. He walked around the table, surveying his options.
Don just stared at him, trying to suppress his laughter. He had to bite his tongue when Brad held the stick wrong.
Missing the shot, Brad stood back up and smiled at him. “Need help? Or is this game competitive?” He whispered, getting closer to Don, attempting to psych him out.
He only smiled, appreciating that Brad was being more relaxed. He shrugged, leaning towards him, noses practically touching. “Oh, I think it should be competitive, sweetheart.” His eyes darted towards Brads lips, then back up at his eyes. That seemed to grab Brads attention as he smirked again.
“Are you playing dirty, babe?”
Not breaking eye contact, Don huffed out a laugh. “Me? I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Letting out a laugh, Brad backed up and let Don go next. “By all means. Go ahead.”
Don surveyed the table. Noting which ball Brad had sunk in first. He knew that to get Brad to enjoy the game more, he’d have to stroke his ego. And that wouldn’t be a problem since he already does that so much. Not wanting to take too long, he found an open shot for a stripped ball and went for it. He made the ball in with a straight shot, and Brad smiled brightly.
“Hey! You did it!”
His praise made Don smile; it was pleasing to see Brad so happy. So, he did what he had to and missed the next shot.
Brad groaned loudly, making a show of it, and forced a smile. “Hey, at least you got one in!”
He couldn’t help but shake his head at Brads attitude. “Afraid?” Don leaned against the pool table, eyes narrowing in on Brad. He tried to read the expression that was on his face.
Biting his lip, Brad shook his head. “Me? Afraid? Yeah no. I’m pretty sure I can beat a fifty-year-old at pool.”
Don dramatically placed his hand over his heart in mock offense. “You wound me, Bradley.” He winked at him playfully.
Rolling his eyes Brad grabbed his pool stick and lined up his shot. He missed… horribly, and groaned. “I’m just warming up.” He grumbled.
Don laughed as he circled the table. His eyes focused on the balls and their positions.
“Today slowpoke.”
He shook his head and couldn’t help but smile. Don lined up his shot and purposefully misaligned it, causing the ball to bounce on the edge and accidentally hit one of Brads in a pocket.
“Hah!” He cheered as he pointed at Don. “You got one of mine in! Oh, that’s so great for me.” Brad excitedly surveyed the table, never once noticing Dons smirk. “Damn, I didn’t know you sucked at this game so badly.”
His mouth hung open as he blinked a few times, processing Brads words. “You’re kidding.” One eyebrow raised as he crossed his arms across his chest. “you know, you could say thank you. I got one of your balls in after all.”
Brad waved him off and placed his stick near the white ball. After aligning his shot, he pushed the ball and successfully made another one. “This game is just too easy.”
The banter continued as they played. Don had to be acutely aware of how many balls were left and how many he could make without making it look suspicious. All while Brad was utterly unaware of Dons inner thoughts. He was surveying the table, but he had no idea what he was doing. Eventually, as they neared the end, Don quickly grabbed a drink from the bar. He watched Brad from afar, partly making sure he wouldn’t cheat, but also, he was enjoying their little game. He observed how on edge he still was. He was looking around him at all the people talking and dancing before his eyes landed on Don.
He mouthed, “Hurry the fuck up”
It made Don laugh. He shook his head, grabbed his drink from the bartender and made his way back.
“You sure you want to play while drinking?” A small smirk played on his lips, and his eyes were zoned in on his face like nothing else was around them.
Don had a hard time swallowing as he drank in Brads expression. He snapped out of it quickly, though, and shook it off with a nervous laugh. “Please, I’ll be just fine.”
He backed up. Much to Dons disappointment and raised his arms in surrender. “Whatever you say, babe. It’s your turn.”
Biting his lip, he surveyed the table one last time. He couldn’t even focus properly anymore. Alcohol aside, Brad was making it impossible to play the game. He was leaning against the table, a stupid, sly smirk playing on his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it was making Don’s pants feel tighter. Taking in a deep breath and letting it go, he aimed his shot for his ball and missed his shot.
Waltzing up to his shot, Brad winked at Don. Aiming his white ball with the final black one and made it in. However, before he could even celebrate, Don was dragging him out the door and towards the car. “Woah Woah. Hold on! What do I win?”
Exasperated Don huffed and grabbed Brad by the hems of his pants. “Get me home and you’ll find out.”
His smirk returned quickly, and he leaped over. to the driver's side. One tense car ride later, they reached Dons house. He fumbled with his keys as he tried to open the door, amplifying Brads ego more than it already was. “Someone’s in a rush.” He whispered against Dons neck.
A shiver ran through his back. He finally unlocked the door, pulling him through the entrance and shutting the door, making sure it locked and pounced on him. He felt like he had been suffocating up until this moment, and then, Brad gently pushed him off.
“Hold on. Your kids? Aren’t they awake-“
“Asleep. Passed their bedtime.” He attempted to kiss him again and was stopped once more.
Don groaned loudly as Brad just smirked.
“Surely we can find somewhere more private for this.”
He thought for a moment. He knew he was right, so he took Brad's hand and led him towards the basement. It was completely furnished and turned into a game room for the boys for when they had friends over, and tonight, they were going to play their own game. Once they had reached the bottom of the stairs, Don turned on the light revealing the room.
“You have a pool table!? I thought you said you didn’t play much.”
He cringed internally at himself for forgetting it had been there. He shrugged it off and just came up with an excuse. He was only looking to have Brad on the floor anyway. “Oh yeah, The boys wanted it for ‘Aesthetic’ purposes, I don’t really know what any of that means but, I try to make them happy. Ok can we start making out again? I’m not as young as I once was.”
“Hold on you horny man.”
“Me!?”
Brad ignored him and continued his thought. “Why don’t we make things interesting? Play a little game of strip pool. You know like strip poker but with-“
“I know what strip pool is.” Don felt his annoyance creep inside his chest. Maybe he had let Brad get too cocky back at the bar. He thought about it for a moment and smirked. “All right. Since you won last time, I’ll let you break.”
Brad puffed out his chest a bit in victory and grabbed a stick from the stand on the wall. They lined up the balls, and once Brad had a clear shot, he broke them. “All right. Your turn.”
Don saw an easy shot from the corner and made his first strip ball in. “So do I get to choose what you take off or?”
Chuckling, Brad took his shoes off. “Not a chance. Go again.” He said after he set his shoes aside.
Don simply smirked, he was running on pure adrenaline and horniness at this point. He made another strip ball in, leaving Brad in shock.
“Huh, You’re getting lucky. Maybe it’s home-field advantage.” He took off his socks threw them towards his shoes, and crossed his arms as he kept watching. His eyes were laser-focused on the table now, his playful attitude slowly going away.
Don lined up his next shot. It was a bit trickier than the others but just like before he made it in.
“Ok, now you’re cheating!”
“How could I be cheating!? You’re watching me!” He pointed from Brad to the table.
Brad huffed and unbuttoned his shirt forcefully. “I swear, If you make this next one-“
Without letting him finish, he shot his next one perfectly in. “If I make the next one, what?” He mocked.
“What the fuck is happening.”
“You’re taking off your pants is what's happening. Come on, let ‘em fall.” Tilting his head and chuckling softly at Brads fully annoyed expression.
However, he did take them off. Leaving him in just his underwear. While Don was still fully clothed.
“Love the sight.” He teased, winking at him.
“Just go.” Came the forced response.
Don happily aligned another shot and made it with ease.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now!? Where the fuck is this coming from!?” His voice raised significantly, which only added to Dons amusement as he laughed hysterically.
He could barely catch his breath as he responded. “I played so much pool in college, and sometimes I come down here for fun when the kids play their video games.”
Brads jaw was practically on the floor. “So the game at the bar?”
“I was just trying to loosen you up. You get so tense in crowded places I wanted you to enjoy the game, so I let you win. No big deal.” He shrugged and crept up close to Brad. “I made the shot. You have to take these off.” He whispered against Brads ear, biting his lobe softly.
“Oh, I’m going to do you one better and fuck you on this table right the fuck now.” He grabbed Don and pushed him up against it, causing Don to laugh out loud once again.
