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"Are you two still playing these nerd games?" Matt Jackson popped the gum in his mouth, sitting back on the white hotel pillow behind him. It was a typical day after a taping for the Ring of Honor roster, a day off where they could enjoy any pursuit they wanted. If it was up to Matt, he and Kenny and Nick and Hangman would be out seeing the city. There was so much to do and see, so many new foods to try. Instead, the quartet had chosen to do what they usually did.
Kenny sat at the end of the bed where Matt sat, no shirt and only a pair of black silky basketball shorts that barely reached his knees. He held one of the pro-controllers to the Nintendo Switch tightly in his hands, his forearms resting on his legs as he leaned forward. Matt couldn't help but trace the muscles in Kenny's back with his doe brown eyes, tongue darting out ever so slightly to touch his lower lip. The leader of their littler club was handsome, and Matt would never hide how happy he was to call Kenny one of his boyfriends. He wanted so badly to reach out and run his fingers through that frizzy blonde hair, freeing it from the confines of the black ponytail holder that held it in a manbun and letting it cascade down Kenny's large shoulders as he-
"Chill, Matt," Nick rolled his eyes from where he sat on the other bed in the room. Leave it to Nick to ruin his thoughts. After all, what were little brothers for? The other pro-controller was held in Nick's hands, his brother's eyes cast intently on the screen in front of him. To be fair, Matt supposed they could be playing something less fun. Mario Kart definitely wasn't his favorite game, but no game was his favorite game. The cars zipped around the track, something that looked like both a water slide and then a sewer system later on, and for a moment Matt was distracted by the action. Kenny's part of the screen showed Peach in a car that looked like a blue stuffed bear in a brown saddle with red wheels in first place. Nick held a close second, passing Kenny's Peach a few times as Luigi in something that looked like a combination of a bomb and a rocket with the exact same red wheels.
"Nah, I'm with Matt. Why don't we get outta here? Go get some food," spoke up the fourth member of their friend group, Adam Page. He laid sideways on the small couch in the room, attention more-so on his phone than it was on the race going on in front of him.
"We could order pizza," Nick shrugged, letting out a grunt of dissatisfaction as Kenny crossed the finish line before him, "I'm down to eat."
"Why don't you and Adam go for a walk? Cool down and then we can decide," Kenny offered with a grin, though the edge to his voice gave the impression that it was more of an order from the leader of the club than it was a suggestion.
Adam shoved his phone into the front pocket of his form-fitting dark denim jeans before pushing himself off of the couch, "Sounds good to me. I gotta stretch my legs anyways."
Nick was more hesitant to stand, placing the controller on the bed and casting a look back at Matt as if to ask if his brother was going to be okay. Matt gave a small shrug of his shoulder, a wordless statement that he should be okay. Nick stood and gave a now assured smile, "I need to grab a snack anyways. I'm out of Skittles."
As soon as the two had left the hotel room, Kenny turned to look over his shoulder at Matt before patting the end of the bed next to him, "Come sit, baby boy."
The words sent a shiver down his spine as Matt moved from where he was pressed against the pillows and headboard to sit next to Kenny. A lopsided smirk tugged at his lips as his knee pressed against Kenny's, "Am I in trouble?"
"No trouble, baby boy. A bet," Kenny jerked his head in the direction of the controller that Nick had left behind, "Go ahead and pick it up."
"Oh, Kenny, you know I don't-"
"Humor me," Kenny nudged Matt's leg with his knee, a playful smile on his lips and an adoring look in his eyes.
Matt rolled his own eyes as he leaned over to the other bed, the weight of the controller heavy in his hands, "You want me to play with you? Why?"
"If you win, you can pick what we do for the rest of the day," Kenny offered enticingly, "I'll even back you up to the others if they fight about your decision."
"But if you win?"
"When I win you lose the invisible stick up your ass and play with us," Kenny smirked, knowing how big the challenge he had just laid down to Matt was. It was exactly what his partner wanted hidden behind the fact that Matt didn't play video games.
"Okay, okay," Matt rolled his eyes as he started to choose his own character. If Nick was going to play as Luigi? Well, Matt would just have to choose Mario wouldn't he. The red wheels seemed to be popular with both Kenny and Nick, so he paired those with a red cart embossed with an M for Mario. "There? We ready?"
The charming smirk didn't leave Kenny's face, but he kept his eyes cast on the screen in front of him, "I was born ready, Matty."
Kenny may have been born ready, but it was very evident by the quick fall to seventh place in the first lap that Matt absolutely was not. His tongue darted out to swipe across his lower lip, brow knitted in concentration. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Kenny. Perfect, golden, Kenny. He smirked to himself. He was a Jackson and if a Jackson ever found themselves in a sticky situation that they couldn't fight their way out of, they could think and manipulate their way out of the problem. Matt was no stranger to manipulating Kenny, mostly so that Kenny would take care of himself. A well-placed hand on the back coupled with the batting of his big brown doe eyes and a soft "come to bed" worked very well so many times.
Matt quickly decided he would have to manipulate himself into winning.
Kenny noticed that Matt's cart was no longer running on the screen, instead sitting idly on the track, "C'mon, don't you give- 𝒐𝒉."
Matt smirked, having reached his hand over instead of holding onto the black controller. His fingers traced the outline of Kenny's most private area, clothed by the satin fabric of the basketball shorts he wore. Kenny let out a huff of a breath, squirming as Matt's nimble fingers traced the ever-hardening outline with a confident smile, "Something the matter, Ken?"
"Uh…𝒐𝒉…no," Kenny protested with a croon, setting the controller down next to him. His legs widened and his head tilted back, running one of his hands over his face, "Matt…this is so unfair…"
"Unfair, Kenny? What about this is unfair?" Matt sounded as innocent as he could, fingers dipping underneath the waistband of Kenny's shorts to wrap fully around the thick prize underneath, "I mean, it's not like I asked you to play a game I knew you aren't any good at. Right?"
"Ah fuck, Matty," Kenny let out a sharp wine as he felt Matt's hand encircling his member, gently moving back and forth on his shaft, "I get your point. I get your point…"
Matt let out a satisfied hum, removing his hand with an exaggerated sigh accompanied by a roll of his eyes, "Shame we have a race to finish."
"Who cares about this stupid race anyways? Right?" Kenny gave a lecherous grin, "You won, baby boy. You win. There are 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 better things we could be doing than playing video games."