Page 30 of Gamers' Omega

“I’m… not used to it,” I admitted.

“I can tell them to knock it off.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want you guys to have to change. You’ve all been good about not joking like that with me.”

“Are you sure? We want you to be comfortable.”

I nodded. “I think… it goes both ways. You’re not trying to change me, and I can respect that the joking is part of your dynamic.”

He smiled. “Ok.”

We continued chatting until Tony let out a loud groan at the sixteenth hole.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“I hate this one,” he grumbled. “It’s the hardest one on the course.”

I eyed the hole. On the surface, it appeared easy enough. A bridge went over a water feature with an open line right to the cup. However, the bridge had a steep rise, and bumpers on either side of the area past it meant that a ball could start bouncing in weird ways.

If I hit the ball too hard it would go right past the cup, if I didn’t hit it hard enough it wouldn’t go over the bridge. If I hit the wrong angle it would get trapped behind bumpers.

“I believe in you,” Freddie said as Tony lined up to take his shot. “Only two over par this time.”

“Those are high hopes,” Ian laughed.

“Oh fuck off,” Tony huffed.

“I say four over,” Beck stated.

“Not helping!” Tony complained.

Ian turned and looked behind us. “The next group is a few holes back, so I don’t think we’ll have to worry about them asking to play through.”

“You guys suck.”

Ian laughed. “Yes, we do, especially when you ask nicely.”

Much to my surprise, my dick twitched at the thought of them sucking each other.

“Ok,” Freddie interrupted. “Let’s play before we have to let them play through.”

Tony nodded, hit the ball, and cursed when it failed to go over the rise of the bridge. A couple more attempts and he finished five over par for the hole.

Both Beck and Ian managed one over par, then it was my turn.

I lined up my shot, made my putt, and watched as my ball went over the bridge, straight down the middle, and slowed as it reached the cup.

“Don’t go past,” I pleaded. “Don’t go past.”

My ball veered, and for a brief moment I worried that it would end up in the bumpers, then it turned back, and time stopped as it dropped over the edge into the cup.

I stared at where my ball had disappeared, not yet trusting my eyes.

“Eric!” Tony cried. “That was incredible!”

Footsteps as he ran back over the bridge, then I was swept into his arms and lifted off my feet. I started laughing as Tony spun us in celebration before setting me down again.

Then, before I realized what was happening, his lips were on mine.