Thread: Imagine Me And You WHO: Ashton Hartley and Paxton Rivera [Pashton] WHEN: April 1st, afternoon WHERE: The Sphinx playroom
They indulged these games from time to time. Paxton loved playing chess against a good adversary, and the problem with playing it with James meant that they quickly went to strip-chess and then to something that barely had anything to do with chess at all. Ashton was clever, sharp, competitive and a pretty decent conversationalist, if you knew how to take the barbs out of his dragonesque pride. And with Ashton, Paxton didn't have to worry about the sexual tension becoming so thick, they simply had to do something about it.
Except. Well. Today, Paxton was definitely distracted from the game. He'd lost two pieces because he wasn't thinking things through.
Paxton brought his fingers to his mouth, observing. Ashton had a certain glowering quality, like a brooding Byronesque anti-hero. And he was a dragon. Dragons had power. Not in the abstract sense, like a certain bothersome boyfriend with a pretty face and plenty of money, but in the real, visceral sense of rip-you-apart-when-he-wants-you-to. How come he had never noticed that before? He'd be able to terrorize the commune with an ally like that.
Paxton's eyes slid over Ashton's body. Maybe he ought to suggest strip-chess anyway.