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33) Games

"How on earth did everybody just assume we're having a game evening again today?" Mason wonders as he watches the group of men before him in the living room. "When only a week ago we got together to play games for the first time?"

"It was so much fun, so we must make it a regular thing, no?" Peter suggests.
The others agree instantly.

"Let's make it a repeating thing, please?" Luke adds. "Like: it's Wednesday, so we all show up here. Unless there's a performance you need to attend. Not that that'll be the case for me. I'll be there for sure, like the poor nine-to-five work slave that I am." Luke gets a high five from Vincent for this remark,, because that also counts for him, and adds "But poor nine-to-five employees have one big advantage over the artistic folk: all the nights off!" They do some sort of a weird bro-dance together, amusing the others with their frolicking.

"I thank God every day that I can earn a living with music. I would go crazy if I had to work behind a computer all day." Peter laughs. "Not to mention to have to get up early every day. That would break me for real! But I'm lucky. I always have work being a violist." He looks around to see if someone dares to mock him, because violists are regularly the subject of jokes. Brett looks like he would really want to, but Peter is faster. "You lot can make fun of all the violists in the world, but there are more unemployed violinists out there than violists." He makes a dab to emphasize his statement. That's something the others can only agree on.

"I certainly could never work a nine to five job." Brett tells wholeheartedly, causing Luke to burst out laughing.

"Right, like you elite snobbish musicians have it soo good." Luke rolls with his eyes to emphasize the 'so' in his sentence. "I can remember a plea from your colleagues for HAMSO a few days ago. Because it's sooo much fun to play Canon in D every fucking wedding." he smirks, looking especially at Timo. "Thank God I can play what I want."

"What on earth is HAMSO?" Brett asks curiously.

Luke explains the idea behind the HAMSO philosophy, which leads to a new discussion how they could actually do it.

"You morons." Mason scolds affectionately, "I'll get something to eat and drink, you lot decide what we will be playing. Timo, some help please?"

There are a lot of options they have to go through before they decide on Cards Against Humanity. It will be played at the kitchen table. It's a game full of banter and fun and everybody knows the rules already, so it's perfectly suitable for this group of seven.

When Timo and Mason have put all the food on the table and the cards are spread out, they find themselves short of a chair.

"Does any of us have an extra chair in their room?" Vincent asks, "I don't..." He looks around the table at the others.

Eddy looks from side to side. He has been quiet until now, letting the others do their thing and watching from the side. Quick minded as he is, he forms a plan immediately. Does he dare? He clears his throat to get every ones attention. "No worries. I'll sit at Brett's lap." He tries to say it with some humour in his voice, trying to make it sound like a joke, but he can't help but blush a bit, because he's instantly made of course. "If he doesn't mind, of course." he adds shyly, looking now closely at Brett for his reaction.

"No, no, I don't mind." Brett rushes himself to say and pushes his chair back to make room on his lap and pads on his knee. "Come here."
When Eddy sits on his lap Brett instantly knows this will be hard, in more than one meaning. When Eddy shifts a bit, he's suddenly very aware of the fact that there are just four layers of fabric keeping his already interested manhood and Eddy's butt separated. 

This realisation must be visible on his face, because Peter grins widely.
"I think Brett will be able to focus just fine on the game now, won't you Brett?" he says deviously. It earns him a laugh from the others, including from the victims of his sarcastic words.
But Brett knows they can tease him all they want, but for the love of God, he won't let Eddy go. He hasn't been allowed to get this close to Eddy since they had that night together.

Timo who likes to think he's always the most sarcastic one in the world, bobs his head in appreciation. "Peter! Well said! I like your style."
After some scurrilous remarks back and forth, the cards are shuffled and the game begins. It's hilarious almost immediately.
Mason puts a black card on the table, already laughing.

"Okay! Take this! 'This is the prime of my life, I'm young, hot and full of _______'. Well, anyone?"

Brett has the perfect white card for it and throws: 'Poor life choices.' on the pile.
"Why do I feel so attacked all of a sudden." Brett grins after winning the card. "But I do know that I regret asking Eddy to come sit on my lap. My legs are going numb."
It's not that he actually minds that at all, but there is another part of his body that definitely isn't go numb that is the problem here. He won't say that out loud of course, but everybody can see something is affecting him. Let them think it's numb legs, please.
Eddy acts like he's oblivious, but of course he has already noticed. Laps normally don't have a bulge at the top, now do they? He relishes in the effect he is causing.

"Aww, poor you for having to go through so much trouble! It's such a shame we're short of a chair. I'm so sorry, Brett. " Timo adds deviously, the sarcasm dripping from his words. This time it's Peter who nods in approval.

"Yeah, fuck you too." Brett grumbles, making everybody laugh.

The cards follow quickly one after another, but a black card Luke put down causes really some hilarity again: "There you have it! 'I've got 99 problems, but ________ ain't one'. Show me what you got for that!"

It's Eddy now who has the perfect white card to go with it, laughing while he puts it down. "Well, I think this is definitely one I won't have to deal with: 'Teen pregnancy'. Right?"

"Not that Brett wouldn't mind to try, 'ey Brett?" Peter sneers.

They all laugh, Eddy maybe most, which makes him shift on Brett's lap. Brett feels that all right. He puts an arm around Eddy's waist, hopelessly trying to get his breath, among others, under control.
Of course it doesn't go unnoticed by his observing friends.

"Someone is having a difficult time here, don't you all think?" Peter smirks, raising his eyebrows up and down, definitely on a roll here.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Eddy asks all angelic.

Brett looks up at him. That man should get an Oscar for best actor, the bastard.
"You devious man." Is the only thing Brett can utter though.

Mason takes pity on him. "Okay! It's late. Let's call it a night. Everybody out!" He winks at Brett, knowing he's saving him. Brett eyes him gratefully.

When the others rise and leave the table, Eddy gets off Brett's lap, but immediately stumbles to the now empty chair besides him. "Oh man! My legs are also asleep, I need some time to get blood in them again."

Timo, still within hearing distance, can't help but remark "I think your blood is somewhere else alright." He cracks himself up about his witty joke, but goes to get his stuff and leaves for the hallway anyway.

When they are relatively alone while the others get their coats and put their shoes on, Brett finally dares to look at Eddy and grins helplessly "That was way too much for me to handle. I'm the laughing stock of the evening."

Eddy winks at him. "You're not the only one that needs a moment now." He looks shortly down at his crotch to get the meaning of his words across. Brett follows his gaze and smiles when he sees the bulge.
Eddy snickers "Maybe it wasn't that good of an idea, this sitting-on-your-lap thing. But it was very nice to feel how you liked the contact point." He looks all smug at Brett. He then takes a few deep breaths to get the control back over himself and stands up. "I'll get my stuff."