A Way to Get Lost In You ((Rick/Falon))

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Rick threw the ball up and served one handed and watched as the ball sailed over the net. Aida returned it only to have Jordynn deliver a spike landing the ball just inside the boundary line.

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The Givers rejoiced while the bearers muttered in defeat, frowning at their mates. Falon huffed but a smile broke out of his face anyway as he pushed his long hair out of his face for his mother to rebraid for him.

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Rick accepted quite a few pats on the back and delivered several of his own, all the white watching Falon out of the corner of his eye. The boy just seemed so at ease with everything. Nothing like he had been before.

Swinging his eyes to Roman and the scowl that seemed to stay on the man's face whenever he was in Gamma's presence, he could guess how the change had come about.

Seeing Trey head over, he smirked. "Still hating on my skills?"

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"It was a lucky shot," Falon snorted with a small grin while Trey just rolled his eyes. "Don't be a sore loser, shrimp."

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Rick grinned at them both. "Givers had to win eventually,boys. It mnay or may not have been due to my manliness this particular time," he playfully flexed.

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Falon poked the man in the stomach. "I doubt it. It was a mercy game."

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Rick laughed and rubbed a hand over his own hard tummy where the man poked him. "Sure you're right... not. Face it, kid. The Givers kicked ass. Your dad was handling your mom. I've seen that before."

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Falon snorted. "You'd better not let Roux Prynne hear you say that or he'll handle YOU." he said with an easy, dimpled smile. "Anyway, next birthday party, expect to lose."

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"Well see about that, gorgeous," he grinned right back, conversation coming all too easily with the young bearer.

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Falon found himself blushing as the man called him gorgeous before turning away as a couple of his friends approached. He smiled, heading over and taking their gifts to the gift table.

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Rick stared after him before rubbing a hand over his face an heading over to the dinner buffet table.

"Why do I insist on putting myself through this?" he asked Trey.

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Trey shook his head. "It's your fault for not talking to him. He's clearly crushin on you."

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"He's 17, Trey," the man said with a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. "Hell, he's not old enough to be interested. Not in the long haul like I want him for no how."

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Trey looked at the man incredulously. "Do you have any idea what I was doing when I was 17? I fucked everything that walked, and Wayne was mated to Garrett at 18."

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Rick snorted. "Falon's not like you and your brother. He's..." he paused to consider the word. "Innocent."