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Tommy stepped out of the uber, thanking the driver quickly and running his hands over the black silk, he wore black polished shoes, black slacks, a white button up shirt with a black blazer and purple tie, considering he didn't own a black one. his hair was filled with product, swept back and sprayed over and over again until it was slick and stayed back, needless to say; he looked professional.
The front of the Casino, which was called Rendezvous (a word Tommy probably couldn't pronouce) glowing neon lights and he could hear jazz music coming from inside, when nodded to the bouncer who smirked at him, he walked in and was met with a blonde short girl who was wearing all too tight clothes, chewing on her gum loudly and typing onto the computer. who looked up at Tommy and looked amused.
"You're trying too hard, wher'ya from? Upstate? London? you look too good to be in Brighton." she looked more... agitated.
"No, im not from a city. im from Nottingham. and im here to try to beat the harder people than what my town has to offer. thought i'd look good. not be told i was trying too hard when you look like that."
"I can get you kicked out right now, how old are you anyway? 18?" She said, holding out her hand for his license.
Tommy fished his phone out of his pocket, opening the case and pulling his license and 18+ card out. waving it infront of her who snatched it out of his hand and gently placed it on the expensive scanning equipment.
"Planning to hook up tonight with cute girls? saw some earlier, think you might be interested?"
Tommy glanced up from his phone. "What do they look like you? no thanks. im gay."
She tilted her head, "What are you so 'talented' at that you've decided to travel what 7 hours to do?"
"Blackjack."
She bit her lip, staring at him wearily. before turning around and searching through her files on the computer, the files of everyone whos signed in the last two hours.
She stopped on a certain name, but never said it outloud, she looked like she was really entranced by the person; and probably figured it was some celebrity crush of hers, Tommy wondered if there was some sort of world wide champion here tonight, he hoped so.
the device beeped.
"Hmm.. 20 huh?" Tommy nodded, and mouthed thank you when she handed his cards back to him.
Tommy noticed she went back to ignoring him and grinned, turning his heel and walking towards the casino, stopping at the bar to purchase a glass of whiskey to go along with him.
Tommy walked to the black door, that lead the blackjack room; and stopped when he heard voices and stepping back when he heard clapping, a game has ended and this is his chance; stepping to the side to let people out, he walked into the room with several people, the only people there were 3 girls and one guy.
Tommy walked over to the table, not caring to see who it was. and gently set his glass down on the holder attached to the side of the green board. Tommy looked up at the man, who was sitting smugly on the stool, a dull, silky purple suit on, black shoes; white undershirt and a back tie, he looked rich, pale but good white skin, cute cheekbones and fluffy brown hair, probably long if straightened, gold framed glasses sat perched on his nose. sitting on the stool with his leg crossed over the other, leaning his weight on his elbow that was sat on the edge of the chair handle, sitting on the angle, his knees pointed to the middle of the table instead of infront of him. behind him he had 3 very young females, all talking to themselves; probably about him. Tommy, to put it bluntly, had no idea who he was, but by god he was hot.
When everyone had piled into the room, all eyes were on him, and even the guy whom he'd been staring at for a while, his wine glass swirling in his hand, making a slooshing noise; he definitely thought of himself as superior, Tommy thought.
'oh right, im meant to introduce myself'
Looking straight into the mans eyes, Tommy internally swallowed his nerves. "Uh, I'm Thomas, prefer Tommy. Im 20, im from Nottingham and i plan to try and beat all of you tonight."
Wilbur raised his eyebrow and smirked, "William, prefer Wilbur. 28, been playing for 18 years. where did you play? family dinner table?" he chuckled and took a sip of his wine, the whole room laughed. 'dickhead' Tommy thought,
"No actually i played at the Genting Casino in Nottingham and came second place, im on the leaderboard there."
Something about the mans- Wilbur's laugh made something spike within Tommy, but it also eased his nerves.
Wilbur stopped talking to the others and turned his head to Tommy, nodding slowly before leaning back into the corner of the chair, his thigh that crossed over pressed a sqaure image, which Tommy guessed was his phone.
Wilbur nodded again. turning to the dealer, "I want to play with him only, deal for 2."
Wilbur sat up and leant forward, picking up 3 black poker chips, a purple one and a blue one. $810 and placed his chips in the betting circle.
Tommy leant forward and picked up 5 black chips, 2 purple chips and a white chip. $1501
Tommy had a good 10k on him specifically for today. he was saving up to visit here not thinking he would meet this man, not that he's complaining.
Tommy knew what he was doing, he'd been doing this for a long time, maybe not '18 years' his mind mocked Wilbur's heavy english accent, as he scorched through his hand and peaked up at the dealers cards.
He only had 12.
He looked over to Wilbur, who had set his glass down, almost empty. Tommy watched as a bartender walked over and refilled it, Wilbur paying no notice. 'rude' Tommy thought again,
His long, slender fingers; dancing around the cards, his eyes flicker to the blonde sitting across from him. and Tommy looks away quickly. his glass of wine back in his other hand, sitting smug on the chair; the purple silk suit stuck to him like a second layer, he smirks. the women standing behind him in their skimpy black dresses. hands on his shoulders or the back of the chair, the tension in the room was immense. Wilbur smirks at Tommy.
"Stand"
Tommy felt his heart drop, not showing it on his face; he knew how to use his poker face to protect how he felt during intense rounds like these. Swallowing hard.
"Hit."
The dealer handed a card to Tommy, face down.
'shit'
He only recieved 3.
Wilbur had taken to sitting up a bit more, obviously not thrilled with Tommy's answer. Studying his face intensely, a scowl planted on his mouth.
"Hit."
The room was quiet when the Dealer handed Tommy another card. Wilbur had placed his cards face down, placing his wine glass back down and watching Tommy's face, he needed to stand, he had no choice. there was no way he still didnt have over 20
Tommy looked patient, letting the time drag on, suspension in the room immense. he hadn't let it show what card he got, and if Wilbur had been scowling the whole time, Tommy wouldn't have guessed it was aimed at him.
Looking up at Wilbur, who did not look happy. Tommy smirked. "BlackJack."
some people in the crowd gasped. and Wilbur let himself be taken aback. flipping his cards around, an Ace of hearts and a 9 of hearts
they waited for Tommy, who took his sweet, sweet time flipping his cards. 5 of clubs, 7 of hearts, 3 of cloves and a 6 of hearts.
The dealer flipped his cards, 19.
Tommy had won.
Wilbur was pissed, and he looked so fucking pissed off as Tommy laughed loudly and leant forward, scooping the chips and bringing it to his side of the table.
Wilbur slammed his cards on the table, shoving them back to the dealer, some slightly worried people left the room and it felt like it became immensely smaller. Wilbur unhooked his legs and sat up properly. leaning forward and picking up 3 grey chips. $15000.
Tommy, not wanting to bet too much too soon, picked up an orange chip and a purple chip and slid it into place on the table. $1500, significantly less than the brunette but who cares?
The dealer set out his cards, and gave the boys theirs. and Tommy swore to god Wilbur had to be cheating some way, he fucking had 3. a godamn ace that counted as 1 and a fucking 2.
this was going to be a long night.
-
It had been, 4 fucking hours.
4 hours of dealing, tieing and standing and Tommy ran out of money. calling it an end game and being left with overall 330k his head slightly fuzzy as he had 3 glasses of whiskey, and Wilbur having more than fuckin 20 glasses of wine /how the fuck, Tommy didnt know/
The dealer called end and the room filed out, the dealer packed up the blackjack board and left, usually this is the time the strangers get to know eachother and work out their 'issues'
Wilbur thought for a minute, before standing up. he walked over to Tommy who was sat there, staring at the green table blankly. before looking up to Wilbur.
Wilbur leant down and pressed his chest against Tommy's chair, leaning low and whispering in his ear, sending shivers down Tommy's spine. "You're better than i expected, its not everyday i get to verse against a little twink like you~" Tommy swallowed sharply, feeling all of Wilbur's words, deep voice going south,
"A-arent your girls waiting for you outside?"
Wilbur growled lowly. "I dont like girls." be bit the lobe of Tommy's ear, causing the younger to softly moan and grip the side of the table.
Wilbur roughly pulled Tommy up, moving to stand infront of him, igniting something within both of themselves, lust and little something called love, leaking into their session, Wilbur trailing his hands down Tommy's body, before cupping his thighs and lifting him up onto the table, their phones and chips value left laying to the side, mixed together; something Wilbur should be worried about considerng he just mixed their actual currency.
Tommy pushed his hands against Wilbur's stomach, feeling his toned abs through his suit, which suddenly Tommy wanted off. Trailing his hands up, Wilbur placing his hands on his thighs, letting the younger explore with his inexperienced hands. as they travelled up his chest and around his neck, pulling Wilbur down until their noses slightly bumped, and Tommy supressed a giggle, feeling Wilburs hands ghost over his hips to place on the table either side of Tommy.
"I take it you aren't into girls either?"
Tommy smiled and pulled their lips together, moulding his against Wilburs, feeling a fire start undearneath his slacks, he wanted Wilbur, nothing else but Wilbur. and the feel of the brunette move his hands to gently hold his waist made Tommy's heart swarm. Pushing his lips harder against Wilbur and pushing himself forward to their chests were flushed, and he could feel Wilbur's growing erection against his thigh, and it made his head swim. dizzy with intoxication and arousal.
And god did Tommy feel himself grow even harder when he felt Wilbur's tongue push through his lips, Wilbur moving his hands up to cup the side of his hand and the other the side of his jaw and neck, slowly but intimately making out with the blonde, their tongues fighting for dominance but Wilbur winning obviously, exploring his mouth like it was water in a desert. Tommy was slowly becoming like putty in his hands, and Wilbur wanted to devour him, but not here.
After oxygen got involved Wilbur pulled away, not before lingering his hands too long. and leaving to rest them against the table. and smirking at the panting blonde.
"That explains that."
"Do you have plans after this, Toms?"
"Oh? petnames already Will?"
"Fuck off dickead, i have 3 beautiful girls waiting for me out there and i would gladly leave you alone in h-"
Tommy grabbed his tie and yanked him back down into another long passionate kiss, moving to run his fingers through the older's hair, and pushing back after about 10 seconds, no tongue; just passionate kissing.
"Lets go." Wilbur whispered against his neck.
Tommy grabbed his hand and picked up his phone, leaving their mess and Wilbur throwing the dealer whom he knew well, a message saying to deposit the whole thing into his bank account, and that he was taking the other player home, in which the dealer just replied with a smirking winking emoji, Wilbur chuckled and shut off his phone.
Walking out to the busy reception, she looked dutifully up at Wilbur and smiled whorefully at him, in which he softly smiled back, pulling on Tommy's hand and watched as the woman's face fell upon seeing the blonde from earlier. she glared at Tommy as he clutched Wilbur's hand, and they signed out, Wilbur kissing Tommy's cheek as he scanned out.
-
Wilbur was woken up to a loud groan of annoyance, "Fucks sake, what time is it? i felt like i barely fuck'n slept"
Wilbur laughed wholeheartedly and leant over to wrap his arms around Tommy's bare back and pull him against his own bare chest. Kissing his neck lightly and admiring the love bites he left last night.
"mmmm Wilbur im gonna fall asleep if you cuddle me like this." Tommy said as he leant back into the hold and tangled his bare legs with the older, their thighs touching leaving no room for anything else.
"Think you can get up and shower? or am i gonna have to carry you?"
"Carried me last night didn'ya?"
Wilbur leant close to his ear and whispered lowly. "You were perfect baby, so tight and good."
Tommy's face flushed red and shuffled to turn around and bury his head in the crook of Wilbur's neck, wrapping his own arms around the older brunette.
Wilbur smiled and kissed Tommy's forehead, he noticed all their clothes on the floor, the mixes of black and purple on the floor, scattered from the door to the foot of the bed, where he'd thrown Tommy onto due to the adrenaline and how fucking /horny/ he was.
he then noticed, piping up. "You know we had correlating ties last night, did you notice?"
Tommy, sleepily muttered "No, i was too busy looking at your handsome face."
Wilbur laughed again and leant down, trapping Tommy's mouth in a lazy kiss.
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