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Seven Two. Unsuited.

By Jodi Payne

Seven-two, unsuited.

Todd had heard it said that it was the worst hand in Texas Hold 'Em and he would have folded pre-flop if not for the fact that he was the big blind. He was in for his two bucks already so when no one raised, he turned down his option and let the dealer burn and turn.

Imagine his shock when the flop came up two-seven-two.

Sweet Jesus, he had himself a full boat. The hand played out well; an Ace on the turn and a Jack on the river. High enough to reel someone in with a high pair. He bet high, got called and took down a pot large enough to pay for his hotel room and then some.

He left the table on a high note, and the guy with the pair of Aces followed him.

"Nice hand," the guy said from behind Todd's back, loud enough to make Todd turn around. He was a good looking, clean cut type; maybe a Marine or a cop by the look of him, and definitely in good shape. His arms bulged under the sleeves of his navy-blue T-shirt.

"Thank you. Damn lucky."

"Should have stayed at the table a bit longer, you were in control." The guy stepped closer.

Todd nodded. "I've heard that, but I don't see my luck getting any better tonight."

"You never know, you still might get lucky."

Todd cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. "You think?"

The guy nodded. "I think so."

"I'm Todd," Todd offered, holding out his hand. "Can I buy you a beer with the money you just lost to me?"

The guy laughed. "Jonas. And yeah, I could use one." Jonas' fingers lingered longer than they should have for a hand shake and tangled with Todd's for a moment before Jonas pulled away.

"Hungry?"

"Maybe later. Casino is open all night."

That was true. They could fuck in Todd's room and come back down after for dinner, hang out in one of the clubs, whatever.

"How lucky am I gonna get? Want that beer in my room?"

"You have a room? Pretty damn fucking lucky." Jonas stepped close and hustled Todd toward the elevators.

"I'm sharing it…" Todd's words were interrupted as Jonas kissed him, pushing his back against the closed elevator doors. "…with a couple… of buddies." They kept kissing as Todd spoke. "But… it's too early for them to be… upstairs yet."

"Fine. Whatever. Top or bottom?" The elevator door opened and Todd fell through, stumbling with Jonas' weight against him until they hit the back wall. He rolled them so that Jonas was pinned this time.

"Top." Todd lifted Jonas's wrists above his head and held them there with one hand. Jonas didn't put up a fight.

"I see."

Todd reached back and hit sixteen and the doors closed. They made out all the way up, bumping and grinding their hips together as they tasted and teased with their tongues. Jonas's cock felt like concrete against Todd's hip and it made him groan, just before the doors opened again.

If anyone was waiting to get on, if anyone saw them, Todd didn't notice. He was quickly slipping into one-track-mind, only able to think about the key to his room and getting naked with Jonas.

The key part was tricky and it took the two of them searching through his pockets to come up with it. The naked part was easier. Jonas had his jeans off before Todd had finished hanging out the Do Not Disturb sign. He was tugging off his T-shirt as Todd double-locked the door.

"Right on," Todd said and tugged off his own shirt. "Man, what do you do for a living, you're stacked." He reached out and ran his fingers over Jonas' arms.

"Personal trainer."

"Damn." Todd slipped out of his jeans.

"I'll say," Jonas' reached out and wrapped a strong hand around Todd's cock. Todd stepped close, hooking his fingers behind Jonas' neck and kissing him hard. Jonas smelled like vanilla and tasted like expensive beer. His hard body rubbed against Todd's in all the right ways.

Todd returned the favor, lowering his free hand to Jonas' erection and Jonas ripped his mouth away to get air.

"Fuck, yes."

Todd grinned and stroked him. "You're like iron, man. How ramped up are you?"

"I've been watching you since you sat down at the table."

"That was an hour ago."

"Uh huh." Jonas thrust his hips forward pushing his cock through Todd's fingers. "Oh, God."

Todd felt his whole body light up at the sound of Jonas' groan. He turned Jonas by the shoulders and crowded against his back, making Jonas move forward toward the bed. Jonas climbed up on it and stretched out enticingly, then looked back over his shoulder at Todd like a calendar model.

Todd tried hard not to drool.

He unzipped his suitcase and dug everything out of it until he found the rubbers and lube. He smoothed it on while watching Jonas stick his ass in the air and stroke himself. "God, that's pretty." Todd was so hard he was afraid he might come right then, so he knelt on the bed and without waiting another second, pushed into Jonas' ass.

"That's the stuff, come on card-shark. Let me have it."

Todd had every intention of complying.

Jonas arched and spread his legs wider as Todd fucked him. Todd watched the muscles ripple across Jonas' back and down his arms as he moved, watched them twitch and tense in Jonas' ass. He and Jonas made great sounds together. Todd would grunt and Jonas would moan in response, Jonas would groan and Todd would growl. The room was hot and the two of them worked up a sweat in no time. Finally, Todd took Jonas by the hips and dove in fast and hard, and Jonas couldn't hold back any longer. They came one right after the other, Jonas first and then Todd, both gulping air and cursing a blue streak.

Lying there after, Todd couldn't remember ever having such a goddamn lucky night.

End.

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