Consequences

[Sage]

Sage didn't have time to really respond to Nox's comment about being a sugar daddy before he was jumping out of the way of a ball thrown at him. Sage groaned at the thought of playing dodge ball - he'd hated gym class as a kid - he'd gotten beamed more times than he could count - just because he was the outcast of the class.

And Nox looked like the kinda guy who would be the dick and throw the ball at your head at close range just because he was stronger, and taller and better than the whole class - the fucking jock. Yet that very fact was part of the reason he liked Nox... Sage pushed the lingering thoughts away as he walked down the steps carefully folding his laptop up and setting in under the bottom stair for safety.

Nox had been friendly enough to play video games with him and Cruz, Sage could do something he wanted to do. It was only fair. And it wasn't being ignored by the other man.

"Just so you know I hated gym class. And I hate dodge ball even more. Probably as much as you hate sitting around doing nothing."
Sage laughed.

Sage looked around and saw no balls to play with, short of the one that Nox had thrown at him earlier. "Only problem. There are no big red rubber balls down here to play with."
Sage wanted to add, ' Unless you had something else in mind.' but he kept his mouth shut. Sage smirked. "Surely my sugar daddy has money enough to purchase balls to play with."