Well Played

The temperature on the tropical island of Anteros is about to go up, because this Poker Tournament earns its ‘stud’ reputation. A collection of short stories featuring hot men who don’t have their minds on their cards, this anthology sparks with plenty of action. From Kyal Ramsey, playboy tycoon, to Sam Chambers, bi-curious virgin, readers are sure to find someone to lust after.

“Well Played” contains the stories “Still In The Cards”, “The Mad Russian”, “Two Of A Kind”, “First Deal”, “No Bluffing”, “Winning Flush”, and “Fantasy League”. Over 30,000 words of M/M action available in e-format for the first time! Special JBI only price of $2.99!

Warning: M/M This title contains explicit sexual content between men. (Lots and lots of it.)

Sam sighed and tucked his hands into his pockets.

“Well,” he said. “That was fun.”

So he’d been bluffing. He’d checked in with Eric, but the other man had barely grunted at him, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he stared at his cards. Eric would go far, Sam had no doubt about that, he was just a better poker player.

But that left Sam with the question of what he was going to do with the rest of his vacation. He rocked back onto his heels and stared up at the tournament leader boards, wondering if he could amuse himself in the rest of the casino until the tournament finished.

“I knew you were bluffing.”

Sam jumped a little and glanced over. The blond from across the table was smiling at him, one eyebrow cocked.

“Gee,” Sam said. “Thanks.”

The other man laughed and held out his hand.

“Nick Walsh.”

“Sam Chambers.”

“Congratulations on losing your first Joyboy Poker tournament.”

Sam’s mouth opened for a minute and then a confused smile pulled over his lips.

“Joyboy?” he echoed.

Nick grinned and shook his head.

“Yes, you’re definitely new around here.”

“It’s not really my kind of scene,” Sam said carefully.

Nick eyed him and then laughed again.

“Straight?”

Sam blushed and Nick clicked his tongue as he sighed.

“That’s alright,” Nick said. “I mean, if that’s the kind of life you want to live.”

Sam burst out laughing and shook his head.

“You want to get a beer?”

~*~

Sam had an arm slung around Nick as they walked back towards the Three Aces’, their argument loud and half drunk as they fought over…something, he couldn’t remember what.

“This has been fun,” Sam said. “I like poker, I’d come to play again.”

Nick laughed and propped him up a little more.

“It’s definitely a repeat experience,” he agreed.

“Yeah?” Sam said. “How many times have you come?”

Nick tossed him a little smirk and maybe if Sam had been sober enough he would have got the entendre there, but he just stared expectantly until Nick sighed.

“Five times,” he said finally. “But I don’t really come for the poker.”

“What do you come for?” Sam prompted.

“The cock sucking.”

Sam stiffened and a completely unexpected heat flooded between his thighs.

“Jesus fuck,” he muttered.

Nick chuckled and he was suddenly entirely too close to Sam. Too hot, too firm, too there. He pressed one hand over his eyes and the other untangled from Nick enough to grab the side of a building.

“What?” Nick asked.

“Dizzy.”

“Well, you certainly drank enough.”

“It’s not the--”

His mouth clicked shut and he swallowed thickly, his eyes darting to Nick for a quick moment. Nick’s head cocked and understanding flickered over his face.

“Ah,” he said. “I see.”

A flush crept up Sam’s throat and he stared at the ground. Oh god, he must be drunk because there was no way in hell this made any kind of sense.

“Maybe it’s something in the water,” Sam muttered.

Nick snorted and to Sam’s panic, stepped in closer. He could smell Nick now, the lingering traces of the bar and liquor, and something else underneath. The scent of skin and sweat under his clothes. One of Nick’s hands rested on his shoulder, lingering there a moment before he slowly squeezed. It was such a simple touch, and yet Sam had to struggle to keep his breathing even because that hand was slowly stroking down his chest.

He jerked when fingers brushed one nipple, his body hitching as he realized his cock was beginning to harden. Nick stroked his chest, his hand firm and steady as it slid down Sam’s side and palmed over his hip.

“Sam?” Nick murmured.

Sam sucked in air as Nick closed the space between them, their bodies touching just enough that Sam could feel he wasn’t the only one affected. He blushed harder and Nick’s hand skated around to spread at the small of his back.

“Okay?” Nick asked.

Sam swallowed and his head moved in a jerky nod.

“Good.”

And Nick kissed him.

It was just like smelling him all over again, because on the surface he could taste liquor and soda, but underneath all that was something else. Nick’s tongue was coaxing and wet and it slipped against his lips before Sam shyly opened to it. Nick moaned softly and Sam’s hands fisted in his shirt as they pressed in tighter together. The kiss lingered a moment longer and then Nick carefully pulled away, still letting Sam cling to him if just because neither one of them was certain he’d stay on his feet otherwise.

“You’re drunk,” Nick said quietly.

Sam’s mouth opened and then clicked shut again. Yes, yes he was. Nick smiled.

“You can use that as an excuse if you want to come back to my room with me.”

~*~

Sam made it inside Nick’s room, but only just. The door clicked shut behind them and his legs didn’t want to work anymore. His cock felt heavy and there was a nervous twitching racing through his stomach, the feeling making him anxious and dry mouthed. Nick had kissed him again in the elevator and he could still taste the other man, savor the lingering heat on his lips, but…was he really going to…

Nick chuckled and reached out to lightly palm his cock, Sam jumping and then grabbing the wall to keep from falling over.

“You don’t have to stay,” Nick said and rolled his fingers.

Sam shivered and a rasping laugh escaped him.

“You’re making it hard to leave.”

“I didn’t say I wanted you to go,” Nick chuckled.

Sam slumped against the wall, lightly chewing at his lip as Nick worked his belt open. His fingers flexed nervously at his sides and Nick gave him a languid smile.

“Is this a first?” he asked quietly, working on Sam’s zipper now.

“Yes,” Sam said and then shrugged. “No. Well…college.”

Nick laughed quietly and peeled Sam’s jeans open.

“Everyone experiments in university,” Nick said, pulling Sam’s jeans and boxer briefs down mid thigh. “It doesn’t make you gay.”

“What about this?” Sam said, breathlessly as Nick dropped to his knees. “Does this make me gay?”

Nick smirked up at him and Sam watched, frozen, as his lips slowly parted. Nick’s tongue slipped out and flicked over the head of Sam’s cock, making him gasp and jerk against the wall.

“Oh god,” Sam panted.

He could hear Nick licking him, the wet slickness of the other man’s tongue curling into sensitive places Sam had never known he had. Nick worked up to his balls and then explored every inch, laving them until Sam’s breath was wheezing in and out. One hand closed around the base of his shaft and Nick pumped him leisurely as he nibbled across the tip.

“Are you going to be embarrassed if I tell you you have a beautiful cock?”

Sam made a sound that might have been a laugh and Nick blew a stream of hot air over him. With one final stroke, he sucked Sam’s cock into his mouth.

“Jesus,” Sam sobbed.

Nick’s hand petted his hip and then skated up his stomach, circling back down to rub through tightly coiled hair. Sam writhed against the wall, his legs trembling and hands scrabbling over the wall as Nick sucked him. He moaned and Nick’s hand released his shaft to grip his hip, tugging Sam into a shaking thrust. Sam threw his head back and keened, his body picking up the shallow rhythm Nick had set. The other man’s tongue slathered the underside of his cock and his lips tightened into a maddeningly perfect circle.

Nick’s hand again stroked his stomach and the other reached behind his cock to knuckle the fragile skin there. Sam bucked hard, shouting in surprise, his hands shooting to Nick’s head. Nick rubbed him, stimulated him, and Sam’s mouth opened wide. He came hard, Nick pulling off just before to tongue over Sam’s balls again. Cum spattered Nick’s shoulder and the floor, Sam’s fingers achingly hard in Nick’s hair as he tried to keep on his feet. His hips were still rocking and it seemed like forever before everything was still enough for him to slump back to the wall.

His heart was pounding in his chest and his breathing was entirely too loud. Nick’s cheek was leaning against his thigh and Sam looked down as he carefully untangled his fingers from blond hair. Nick smiled at him and kissed his hip. He slid up Sam’s body, rubbing their cheeks together and pretending not to notice when Sam stiffened when their mouths got close.

He could feel Nick’s cock hard against his hip and Sam flushed again.

Was he supposed to…

“Did you like that?” Nick murmured.

The blush got darker, but Sam managed a nod.

“Good,” Nick chuckled.

Sam felt like his face had to be on fire and he couldn’t look the other man in the eye, but he did get his mouth to open.

“Did you want me to…”

The words failed him and he hunched down against the wall. Nick smiled and leaned in to nuzzle his neck.

“No,” Nick said gently and reached for Sam’s wrist. “But, lend me a hand?”

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