Mike wasn't sure if he should feel special or not that Thomas gave him a second chance. Shit, he would even call it a third chance. He knew that he didn't, particularly, make the best first impressions (especially not nowadays) but he was trying to do better at it. He was quickly understanding that people didn't like to be drilled with questions before anything else could be said, which he couldn't blame them for. It wasn't great. But he was glad that Thomas didn't give up. He truly was having a great time and he wanted to spend more time with the owner post the game ending. Just from their game of twenty questions tonight, there was more to unpack there. Mike as well.
His brows raised a bit at Thomas' question and he pulled his bottom lip into mouth to bite it for a moment before he smiled, "I'm not afraid to admit it." He said with a nod, "I'm curious. We've been playing this game a while now, I think it's only natural, right?" If Mike wasn't curious about what Thomas had hiding underneath, then he was probably on the wrong island, wasn't he?
It seemed that curiosity might be sated quicker than he thought. He won the round and it was the other man's turn to lose some clothes. His eyes stayed trained upon the man as he pulled off his shirt, clearly putting on a show for Mike. He leaned forward, placing his elbows onto the table, nodding his head, "Very." He chuckled, "Impressive." Mike couldn't deny that he liked what he was seeing. Thomas was essentially carved out of stone. The chiseled look suited him very well and while it was what Mike was expecting, he surpassed his expectations, "You must hit the gym a lot, huh?" He asked, "These beers must be killing you." Mike mentioned as he took another sip of his own.
Shuffling up the cards as he was asked, Mike took the time to make sure everything was good and shuffled. They had shuffled the cards so many times at this point that the cards were officially broken in and shuffling like a dream. After a few moments, he dealt each their two respective cards and flipped over the first. He then looked down at his own. From the best, to the worst. A two and a five. What the hell he was going to do with that? "Still betting the socks this go." He said with a nod, which was obvious. Those just had to go.
There was something oddly arousing about having Mike admire his body from where he was standing. Honestly, if Thomas were to think back on their first interactions â he wouldnât have believed that they would reach the state that they were in. The furthest thing in his mind when he met the retired fed was undressing for him and showing off. The frontrunner thought was putting Mikeâs feet on a block on concrete and drop him in the ocean. It was entertaining to see how different things had become. From someone who had been nothing more than an annoyance who clearly had the wrong stick up his ass to someone who Thomas ended up sharing details of his private life â something he did only with Alex â all the while undressing garment after garment during a game of poker. As far as surprising turn of events went⊠this one was probably one of the best. âOne of us will see the other naked very soon.â They were reaching the endgame there. The garments they had were the ones most interesting to dispose of â except Mikeâs socks â so now the adrenaline between the two of them was reaching the promised climax that was bond to happen since the day Mike accepted this little game. Honestly, Thomas was actually surprised that Mike went along with it. Being so austere in his actions and words during their meetings, the younger King was half-convinced that Mike would back down from it. Not like he also caused a positive impression on the other man⊠but Mike had met the professional side of him. Not the personal. âI guess Iâll have to burn those calories off at the gym tomorrow.â Thomas looked down to his own bare torso and ran his hands over his abdomen, knowing full well that he had Mikeâs undivided attention. Maybe he was putting on a show but who could blame him when Mike also looked like a living, breathing wet dream from across the table? âI go to the gym for two reasons. First â is to look good. I am hot, very fuckable and I intend to keep it that way so that everyone keeps drooling for a piece of this.â Again, he gestured to his body because it was pretty damn obvious. âAnd second⊠it helps me deal with my anxiety and pent-up frustration. Pumping irons or punching a bag does wonders for your sanity.â Thomas was sure that Mike understood where he was coming from. Some people meditated⊠others went loose on a punching bag. âIt helps keep my temper under check. In case you were unable to tell⊠I have a mean temper.â
Returning to his chair, Thomas crossed his legs under the table and picked the cards given to him â his expression remaining as damn neutral as it could be. They were on the finishing line and they both wanted to see what the other one had â both on their cards and under their clothes. Like he had said before â the time for games was now over and they were both aiming for the kill. âWe do need to get rid of those pesky socks.â Thomas smirked as he eyed Mike and ran his tongue over his lips. âIâll bet my pants â and raise my underwear.â Not like he had anything else he could bet on. Those were the last two items he had. âIf you win this hand, you get me naked. If I win? Iâll get you closer to it.â And fuck if the anticipation wasnât leaving Thomas aroused underneath the table. There was something about the challenge of it all that just⊠felt perfect. âHave you ever thought that we would get alone like this? That youâd see me naked for the first time in a game of poker?â Probably not but fuck it. Thomas was curious. âAre you getting aroused with the anticipation alone, just like I am? I havenât got a challenge like this in a very, very long timeâŠâ

















