Playing Dirty #2
Now, Cya didn’t enjoy sports all that much, but they did like impressing people.
Since Sypents were commonly underestimated, especially when it came to speed and agility, they wanted to show-off in whatever ways they could.
They stayed low to the ground to wriggle through bodies and dodge hands, popping up to catch the dysc when Oliver threw it to them.
The first time they scored a point, Dex had looked surprised. The second time, he’d given them an impressed onceover, and they couldn’t have stopped their pompous hair-flip if they’d tried. The third time, well, Dex smiled at them with heat roaring in his eyes.
“Okay, Vysov,” Dex drawled as he swapped with Yve to be Cya’s defense cover. “I see you.”
“The only question is whether you’ll be able to catch me,” they slapped back, and Dex growled.
“Enough flirting,” Enfys barked, and Cya flushed hotly as numerous people chuckled.
When they stopped to rehydrate, Oliver poked Liel’s cheek and teased, “My team’s up by one point. Does that bother you?”
Growling, Liel gripped the back of Oliver’s neck and bared his teeth menacingly. “Keep up the smack talk, Mr. Barnes, and you’ll regret it.”
“Don’t think I will,” Oliver said, and Liel hauled the human down into a filthy kiss.
“Keep it PG, kids,” Ellyn admonished the enthusiastic couple.
“Not on my account.” Enfys winked playfully at Abi who was standing beside her, and he ducked his head shyly, snapping one of his armbands against his wrist.
Cocking her head in intrigue, she studied him closely, and the poor Ophys fidgeted under her attention, like he couldn’t decide if he liked it or wished she’d look away.
Once she’d finished her assessment, she grinned rather fiendishly and grabbed a glass of ice water from the table and offered it to him.
“You gotta take care of yourself in this heat,” she purred. “We can’t have you melting on us, now, can we?”
Well, if the Ophys hadn’t been melting from the heat before, he certainly was under her care. He took the glass from her with a timid, but no less delighted squeak, and stammered out, “Yes, ma’am. I mean, no, ma’am. I mean, thank you.”
Enfys patted his head dotingly, like she enjoyed his flustered reaction. “Drink up, precious.”
And, swooning, Abi obeyed.
As the game resumed, everyone leaned harder into the competition.
Liel was the first to tackle—of course—lunging at Oliver even after the human had sent the dysc sailing through the air.
After that, all bets were off. Two-hand touches became gentle grabs or pushes. A block turned into a shoulder-check.
When the sun started to wane in the sky, everyone agreed on one last play to try and break the tie.
“Look alive,” Liel snarled at everyone. “This one’s for all the knickknacks!”
“All the marbles, babe,” Oliver corrected, but the Gymnot simply flipped him off.
Dex crouched in front of Cya, tongue slicking over his canines as they wiped sweat from their brow.
“You’re going down, Vysov,” he growled playfully, and they flashed him fang.
“Down to the goal line? Yes, I agree.”
“Your ass is mine.”
Their cheeks warmed, but it had to be the summer heat. “You only wish you were so lucky.”
Oliver called, “Hike,” even though no one knew what it meant, and Cya feinted left, before darting around Dex’s right. He grabbed at the end of their tail, missing by a scale, and they flexed their muscles to rise quickly, snatching the dysc out of the air.
They heard Dex hot on their tail, and before they could cross the goal line, he slammed into their back. With a yelp, they went down, but he twisted them mid-air, so he landed on the grass with them on top, ensuring they didn’t get hurt.
“Cheater!” they snarled, wriggling to escape his hold.
Laughing, he tried to wrestle the dysc out of their grasp, but their pride would not concede so easily. They rolled, hissing in frustration when he rolled with their momentum until he straddled them.
Objectively, what Cya did next was a low blow, pure and simple. But Dex was bigger and heavier, and sometimes, one had to play dirty.
They gripped the ground with their tail muscles and shoved forward, bringing their hips up between his legs and rubbing briefly against his groin.
The Lupyn gasped at the contact, and his grip loosened minutely, his knees shifting ever so slightly.
It was the opportunity they needed to slither out from under him, spin onto their belly, and slam the dysc over the goal line above their head.
“Game point!” they shrieked in victory, and their team roared somewhere behind them.
“They were down; the play was over,” Liel cried in frustration.
“Yeah, that doesn’t count!” Dex grabbed them by the tail, flipped them over, and yanked them back until he had them pinned with their hands above their head. He chuckled down at them, his chest heaving, eyes bright, fur damp with sweat. “You rotten, little cheater.”
“You cheated first,” they retorted, pushing against his unbreakable grip on their wrists. “Get off me.”
At first, they thought he’d ignore the command, but then he sat back, his weight heavy on their stomach for only a few seconds before he was dismounting and climbing to his feet.
Reaching down, Dex offered them a crooked smile, fingers wiggling in invitation.
They slipped their hand into his and let him pull them to standing.
“Good game,” they said with a hint of cheek to their tone.
“You play dirty.” The dark look in his eyes made them shiver, and his grin sharpened. “Better watch out ’cause I can play dirty too.”
High on victory and the buzz of his flirtation, Cya scoffed and gave him a coy onceover. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”