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So here is part 2 of the interesting adventures of this unlikely duo. as always please comment! i love hearing what you all have to say. Edits done this time by Arkarian.

Yep. That was definitely flirting. Carson froze up for a moment unsure if he was even capable of answering with any semblance of social grace. "That...uhh...sounds fair." he managed to mumble out. His eyes were now locked into the now smiling rottweiler's, but his body was almost bringing itself together; like Carson was trying to hide from his sight.

"Go grab a cue." Jacob suggested, setting up their game. He had a very brisk yet nonchalant manner to his movements. Like he couldn't help but be energetic and forceful even when it was something as casual and dropping pool balls into the rack.

Carson was very relieved that he knew exactly which sticks he liked and which he didn't. His mind was a mess and he didn't need to seem more frazzled than he was. He tried his best to just focus on the game and not the guy, but his crotch had other ideas.

"So are you always this friendly to young guys?" he asked calmly. In his head it sounded like an ice breaker, out loud it just sounded rude. Carson visibly flinched with his own discomfort. He was about as smooth as sandpaper.

Jacob chuckled again, an almost inaudibly deep chuckle sounded more like a heartbeat than anything. "How old do you think I am slick?" he asked with a curious look. He set the rack aside and lined up the cue ball but was waiting for an answer before he took the break shot.

The pitbull shrugged, he was honestly terrible at guessing ages and they didn't bother him too much anyway so he never got around to learning. "It's no big deal." he tried to wave off.

"No no, come on tell me." the rottweiler pressed, "I wanna know."

Carson was relieved that the jukebox was turned a bit up and all of the patrons had gone back to their own conversations after the doberman had stormed out. It was such an odd thing that Carson had to flirt in a public venue, let alone one he frequented so regularly. He shrugged, "Late to mid-thirties." he tried to guess low, keeping the word "Forty's" out of the sentence. Gays seemed to have a thing about turning forty. The rottweiler grinned and set up his shot.

The break got one stripe and one solid in, so Jacob called stripes. Carson was hardly looking at the table, "Was I close?" he asked hesitantly, suddenly wishing he had guessed lower. Some fur got around to flirting with him and the first thing Carson managed to bring up was their age gap. He mentally face-pawed. He could have literally brought up almost _anything_else and it would have been an improvement. "I'm sorry I'm really bad at guessing ages." Jacob didn't answer, even after he got another stripe in. It was worse than Carson feared, "Was I that off?" he asked then, a bit nervous.

"I thought you said age didn't matter." the rottweiler stated with a playful grin. "I just wanted to know what you thought."

The pitbull was having none of it. "Could you tell me now anyway?" he pressed, Jacob got one more in and then missed his first shot of the game. He hated that the man was playing hard to get...was 'man' even the right word? It felt like an older term. What if he was younger? Was 'guy' more appropriate? He flushed under his fur with embarrassment. How could he even function in society being this awkward? He had been with other guys and men. He had hooked up plenty of times over the internet and through apps. Why was an actual attempt at something as simple as flirting setting him off his game? He was proud to admit that he occasionally had a suave thing or two to say to some of the guys he was with. Sometimes he was downright witty, but now he would be lucky to classify this as an encounter he survived!

Carson looked at the table for the first time that game, glad to be able to divert his rapid spiraling. He was only two balls behind and he saw an easy set of moves. He pocketed the first, walking slowly around the table, sure to maintain eye contact with the rottweiler. Even if his body was more appealing. "Are you going to tell me or is this going to be some big secret?" he asked, sounding a bit more annoyed than nervous and not sure if that was an improvement.

The second ball went in easy, leaving Carson and Jacob tied and only a few trick shots as options. Luckily two of the rottweiler's balls were close to one another and he would have to waste a shot just splitting them up before he could pocket either. "I'm only twenty nine." Jacob said simply, scratching at his beard with a toothy 'yikes' grin, "Do I really look so ancient?"

"No!" Carson replied a bit louder than he meant to. "I'm honestly just a terrible guesser." he reassured the....fuck, he still didn't know if he should use 'guy' or 'man'. Carson looked back to the table, leaving the conversation there. He tried for the simplest shot and made it, but scratched in the process.

"I don't think someone can be bad a guessing." Jacob smiled, "There isn't really a way to grade something that isn't even supposed to get the right answer."

Carson moved around the table to grab the cue ball from the pocket. He handed it to the guy. "Believe me; I manage to be a bad age guesser." Jacob set the ball up and leaned a little more into the shot than was strictly necessary, giving Carson a front row seat to a very nice view.

Carson rescinded his last action. 'He handed it to the man'. Guy was no longer a worthy title. Guys had nice butts, _men_had sculpted rumps. And god damn was his rump easy on the eyes. It sat full and solid in his jeans, the curve not too dramatic like a bubble-butt but not flat either. His docked tail sat stoically atop it and, just before he made the shot he was taking his dear sweet time making, his tail wagged ever so slightly, for a fraction of a second, taking his rump with it in the single wag.

Whatever chance Carson imagined he was having at keeping his boner under control quickly dropped to zero percent. He felt his tip poke out of its sheath and press into his boxers, and every guy knew that at that point simply walking was going to bring you to a proud solute.

Some fur behind Carson bumped into him, snapping him from his ogling in time to be able to walk around the table before Jacob turned and caught him staring.

Like the jerk didn't already know he was putting on a show and getting a spectator. Was the rottweiler expecting similar showmanship? Carson wasn't one to brag, but he knew that as far as his behind went he definitely had a 'butt' and not a 'rump'. Would he seem disinterested if he didn't? God dammit this was frustrating. Carson leaned over the cue ball and lined up his shot trying to quiet his brain.

"You know it's still my shot right?" Jacob interrupted. That damn smile just loving the whole situation it seemed.

"Y-yeah I know." he stood back up and moved away from the ball, allowing the rottweiler to move into place.

He swaggered over to his position. Carson had sworn he knew what swaggering was before, but he had never seen such a prime example. The biker just _knew_he owned the entire situation. He knew that he had Carson's eye. He was the center of all of this pitbull's attentions and he walked like he was. Showy and pleased with himself, a little hop in his step and swish to his shoulders.

"Distracted?" he pressed the pitbull. "How do you expect to win?" he asked teasingly. He split up the two that were close, in the process nudging one of his remaining balls into a pocket. Damn he was good. Whether or not Jacob had known for a fact it would work wasn't in question. It was planned. And it was something Carson could admire.

Jacob just barely missed his next shot and this time motioned Carson to take his turn.

The pitbull glared at the man. The increasingly frustrating, ever handsome, leather jacketed, biker man. The look probably wasn't as intimidating as he wanted it to be, but he huffed passed his big lips and went to take his turn. He only had three more balls to hit in and it only took a few moments to map them out. If he couldn't be impressive in the flirting game, at least he could show off his pool skills. He knocked in the first and easiest of the shot, lining the next one up perfectly. He felt completely focused for a moment, in the zone and yet still wondering how he could be a suave asshole right back to the swaggering leather man.

He let out a held breath, "Dinner includes dessert Jacob." he said simply, "Sorry if I break the bank on your wager."

Maybe not the best line, but that wasn't the point. The rottweiler didn't have time to retort more than another laugh before Carson hit the next ball in. Jacob gave a small golf clap but Carson paid him no mind. He was already setting up his next shot, sinking the trick shot perfectly. He was moving quickly around the table, brushing passed the man who somehow in all his annoying qualities becoming more attractive.

Carson made his last shot leaving only the eight ball and the two of Jacobs. Unfortunately Carson did not live in an eighties movie and had to end his streak by knocking the eight ball off the wall and towards a pocket he could comfortably call. He absolutely refused to call a wrong pocket or scratch.

"Well, well, I can see why the doberman was pissed. You really did rob him." Jacob retorted, for the first time seeming less than perfectly in control of the room. "'I'm ok'." he mocked the pit bulls previous boasts with an eye roll. "How will I ever recover from this?" he asked a bit too dramatically for Carson's liking. The man finally played the same way he did against the doberman. His face was blank; his body was firm and precise. He made his shots powerfully and in two quick moments that Carson hardly noticed, only the eight ball was left.

The one he spent his own turn setting up for an easy pocket.

"Dessert sounds wonderful." the man said coolly.

'Well,' Carson thought to himself, 'goodbye money.'

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Carson sat across from Jacob, the man ravenously digging into the appetizer platter he insisted on also getting. His paws were now sticky with sauce and breading from the buffalo wings and mozzarella sticks. "Are you going to have any?" he asked Carson between attempts to lick off all the sauce from his muzzle. "I mean, I could eat it all if you want but it's pretty good."

They had gone to a sports bar further in town, Jacob had driven. It was a boisterous and loud place that was far less intimate than Carson had feared they would end up. It was a tactful move on Jacobs's part to bring their first conversations to a no pressure venue as well as in keeping the car ride to a short ten minutes down the nearby thruway.

The pitbull still squinted suspiciously at the man, but caved into the smells. He was starving and had a black hole of a stomach. "What's this sauce?" he asked, already dipping an onion ring into it.

"Honey mustard I think." Jacob grinned.

Flirt or not this rottweiler was something else. He had come into the bar tired as hell, but was livelier than Carson suspected he could be after a nap. He had an enthusiasm that both kept Carson curious and interested, as well as energized. It was like he was feeding off his puppy like energy that seemed so out of place on the man.

He was also not a biker. Leather jacket be damned he drove a jeep and wore the leather jacket to keep warm in the fall months. The jeep itself was old, but in working order, the inside though was a mess of wrappers in the front and filled with boxes in the back. Jacob claimed it was just from the move, but in his nosiness the pitbull found a receipt from a month back sitting in one of the McDonalds bags. He wasn't grossed out, just taking notes of the ever more curious stranger. To be honest though, Carson wasn't even disappointed he wasn't a cliché biker or a perfectly neat fur, it was sort of relieving honestly, for some reason the lack of bike made him seem more real.

It wasn't until Carson's third wing and second onion ring did he realize the rottie in question had stopped sampling. "Are _you_going to have any?" he asked back, stopping his paws halfway to his muzzle.

"How old are you?" Jacob asked with an inquisitive look. "I don't think I actually caught that part."

Carson nibbled a bit on some mozzarella stick and looked bashfully across the costly sample platter, "Why don't you guess." why was this guy trying so hard to still flirt.

And why was he flirting back? Whenever Jacob seemed to talk to him his panicked mind put all else aside and immediately went for either the witty, flirty, response or a mess of uncoordinated, awkward vowel sounds that made him look foolish.

"Fair enough." The rottie interlocked his fingers in front of his face in thought, elbows planted on the table, letting his nose rest slightly atop his middle fingers. "I'd say...twenty two."

Carson grinned. He got that a lot. Being a pitbull he looked old when he was a puppy with all his extra skin. "Close." he said simply, taking the last wing from the plate.

"High or low?"

"I'm not telling."

"Ahh come on, I told you after you guessed." Jacob noted, leaning back in his chair and taking off his jacket. Under it he wore a long sleeved thermal that hugged his arms and chest just as well as the jacket had. Carson would have rolled his eyes if he could take them away from the handsome, buff body in front of them. The barreled chest and thick biceps were wonderfully displayed in the form fitting material.

Carson felt a foot nudge his, snapping his eyes back up to Jacobs. He put on that same effing grin. The cocky one that he had swaggered around with earlier. "Earth to Carson." Jacob waved a paw slightly, "See something you like?"

That was it, the pitbull cracked. "What are you doing?" he asked, with a lot less intimidation in his voice than he meant. It came out as a bashful question, probably another flirt which made him blush more. What was wrong with him?

Jacob stopped though. He didn't stop grinning but he stopped the advances. "You don't get this very much do you?" he asked in a quieter voice, plopping one of the untouched potato wedges into his mouth. Carson didn't answer. He was figuring out how he would even go about that when Jacob continued. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I know I can be...i can come on strong." the rottweiler said simply.

"How did you even know I was gay?" Carson asked. "What if I was a metro-sexual dude? I-I don't want to sound offended." he clarified. "But...well yeah, I don't get this much." he admitted. Not even in his first ventures into homoeroticism had Carson played it this bashful and close to the chest. After the hockey player he had looked into those sites that provided similar hook-ups and gotten right into how he could play the pit-bull angle. With this stranger making the first move he was completely at a loss for how to go about his behavior.

"Well the way you were ogling me was a big part." Jacob smiled this time, a few teeth present. "A few of the other guys at Mulligans were looking, but you had an ogle look about you. You knew where to look." he chuckled making Carson hide his face in his arms on the table.

Great, he had been _that_smooth. Real perfect! Then, Jacob patted his head. It was a small gesture but it was purposeful. Strangely enough Carson didn't feel any more embarrassed or comfortable after it, but he did enjoy it on some level.

The pitbull looked back up at Jacob. With a few more cards on the table he was finding it easier to organize his thoughts at least. "What do you want though?" he asked again, "I mean, I've been out to dinners and lunches a dozen times, but it usually happens the day after...uhhh..." he stopped, not wanting to look back at Jacob and see whatever look he was giving the bashful boy. "Other stuff happens. You know? I just want to know what you're thinking."

Jacob didn't answer right away. He sat back a bit with his arms folded and looked up at the ceiling with a big exhale. "What am I doing..." he asked the air, pondering. "Well I don't know exactly," he replied honestly, "I flirt with guys I find attractive, and you are definitely a cutie."

Carson replayed the sentence back in his head a few times. Then once more for good measure. Jacob found him...

"What?" The pitbull asked, "You think I'm cute?" he pointed at himself like the situation demanded clarification.

The shit eating look appeared to be a permanent accompaniment to this entire meal. "Well yeah doofus. Why else would I ask you out?"

"You challenged me to pool!" Carson retorted.

"And scratched on the eight ball, that's definitely asking you out to dinner." Jacob laughed as if Carson had missed a hand delivered invitation.

"You let me win!?" Carson asked loudly, making Jacob erupt into more of the deep throws of laughter he was solely capable of emitting. "What's so funny?"

"You're worried that I let you win and not that you're on a date." The rottie explained, "It's kind of adorable."

"Oh my god, stop talking!" Carson re-hid his face, "Stop saying that." he mumbled into his arm. "How can you," he looked up, gesturing to all of Jacobs's visible self. "Find this," a gesture at his own physique, "Any kind of appealing?"

"Easily." Jacob shrugged, "Though judging by this reaction I'll say I guessed high. Are you twenty?"

The waitress interrupted Carson "How are you gentleman enjoying the meal so far?" the chipper otter practically sang, stealing away the scraps of sampler platter.

"Immensely." Jacob replied resting his right cheek in a propped up paw. "But can I ask you something? He gestured at Carson, "Do you think he's cute? I mean he's got the handsome, thing doing for him right?"

The pitbull looked horrified from Jacob to the set-back waitress; "You don't have to answer him." he clarified to her. "He's just being an idiot."

"Well...uhh, yeah he has that obscure handsomeness in a pitbull's face. The cheekbones and the skin." she noted, "He didn't get screwed over with fur tones either."

Kelly was very suddenly into the whole thing.

"So it's not just me?" Jacob re-clarified.

"Nope." Kelly replied unnecessarily, picking up the last plate. "Would that be all guys?" the asshole rottie nodded, "Ok, your food will be right out." She smiled and left them to each other. Carson's face was one giant outraged 'Harumph!'

It wasn't that Carson found himself terribly un-attractive, he was just not ready to think someone who was in Jacobs physical category was capable of even looking at someone in Carson's own with anything less than pity; and he was _not_going to be a pity case.

"So I'm not crazy. Are you at least twenty? I'd like to go two for two." He couldn't be any smoother if he was covered in lard.

Or Vaseline....

...Lube...

Fucking mental images.

"I'm nineteen." Carson shrugged, looking off in the direction of the kitchen Kelly had disappeared to. She couldn't have exactly called a customer ugly could she? 'Obscure handsomeness what was that exactly? It sounded made up.

"Damn," Jacob played with his bendy straw absently, suddenly finding it really interesting. "I was close though."

This had to be some kind of game to him. Carson wasn't a saint, he couldn't say he never led another fur on, but he took that personal experience and learned from it. Sometimes people just lied. Nothing you could do about it, hell, Carson was nearly one hundred percent sure he was going to get laid by the handsome stud anyway so he was just being cautious about how to feel towards the unreliable source.

Right? He told himself that was right, but he also knew he was trying a little too hard to believe it. He knew on some level that his being flustered by Jacobs flirtations were not part of his being cautious, but his playing into the rottie's advances; malicious or not.

"Carson." Jacob spoke for his attention. His voice much calmer and his grin finally gone. He took his time and seemed to take whatever he was about to say a little more seriously than his coquetries. "If you take anything from whatever happens to happen with me, remember that people see everyone differently." he stopped for a moment. "The way you see yourself is entirely different from how others see you. Everyone has different 'types' and 'preferences' and it's ok for someone to like the thing about yourself that you don't."

That was an abrupt paradigm shift. Jacob somehow switched gears to being a philosopher.

"Kelly over there thinks you're obscurely handsome and have a nice set of cheekbones." he said with a grin, "I think you are blatantly handsome with great eyes and a great smile. Your body is fit, your tail is adorable, and I swear I almost audibly swooned when your tongue stuck out during pool."

Carson would have groaned at the notion of Jacob seeing his tongue like that if he wasn't already trying to picture a guy his size swooning. Though to be honest, it was easier than he thought it would be. Jacob, for all instances and purposes, was nothing like his stereotyped 'biker dude' title originally lead him to believe. He was chill and young, and wasn't taking everything so seriously. In fact he was doing just the opposite; he was acting almost childish; in an endearing not irresponsible way.

"I don't know what sort of dating experience you have had, but dating isn't anything serious until one asks the other out. Like, before, it's just hanging out, then at some point when you both feel its ok to proceed; you make your being together a little more official. It's a delicate system honestly." he shrugged, finishing off his water and putting the cup by the end of the table to be re-filled. He was absently playing with the straw while he still went on. "No one wants to get hurt on a regular basic so there is a system to it, and I don't want to make you hurt or uncomfortable."

Carson rubbed his legs together and thought it all over. He had a point. Carson was being anxious like he was asked to start dating as opposed to asked out on a casual date. He didn't have to think too much into the future until it became a regular thing, and that was if either of them wanted it to continue. They hardly knew each other after all; Carson wasn't expected to suddenly foster intimate feelings for a flirty hunk.

"You don't know anything about me. Is this what all dating is like?" he asked honestly. He had dated in high school sure, but no one he ever felt 'exposed' too.

"Typically, for strangers yes." he laughed. "And for the record, I'd like to get to know you."

Carson's stomach felt a flutter. How was Jacob so easily able to get under his skin like that? He felt a guilty sort of pleasure in the fact that he wanted to see the man more in order to find out. "I'd like that too. F-for you that is! I'd like to get to know you too." Carson fumbled.

"All right!" Kelly sang, putting down Carson's burger and Jacobs shrimp pasta. "Another water?" Anything else I can get you too before you dig in?" she only looked at Jacob, "you know you're pretty handsome yourself." she leaned into the table a bit. "Would you like a beer or something?"

The pitbull rolled his eyes but also couldn't suppress a grin. She was barking up the wrong tree. "Oh I think I'll be all right, but thanks for asking."

Jacob didn't miss a beat, and Carson was finally relaxed enough to enjoy his meal.

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The dinner went much better after the food arrived. True to his word, Jacob also provided desserts and refused to let Carson chip in, insisting "If this is a first date, I want to have paid." That made Carson smile again. Almost everything Jacob said had done that the whole meal. That or made him laugh.

They learned a bit more about each other. Jacob learned about Carson's school and family situation and about Andy and his insistent awkwardness, then about his job at a hardware store, stocking on the weekends after hours.

Carson learned that Jacob had moved three states north for a job that a college friend offered him as an inventory manager at some trade station. He was really into reading and writing, sports teams, the latest and classic video games and all things movie related. He was also apparently a very outdoorsy guy which seemed backwards considering his other interests but also peaked Carson's interest seeing as he hadn't been camping in years.

But eventually the dinner was over, and Jacob was driving Carson home despite how much the boy had wanted the dinner to last longer after he had gotten comfortable. On a small scale, he had opened up to the man and conversation in general immensely and even told a joke or two as the night went on. To be honest he was only concerned Jacob might think this shy quiet thing was what he was always like which was very far from the truth.

The rottweiler's jeep pulled into Carson's apartment's parking lot. He had asked to be taken back to Mulligans but was reminded that being only nineteen, there wasn't much he could do so late at night and that he had school early in the morning. Conveniently Mulligans was only a short walk from the apartment building so he could easily walk to his car in the morning.

Carson had never been ashamed of where he lived, but at that moment he came close. Jacob didn't note anything in particular about the rundown apartment, with its cracked walls and peeling paint, but he was clearly observing it. "Home sweet home." Carson half joked, "Thank you for...well all that." the pitbull said, unbuckling himself and turning to the rottweiler. "I actually had a lot of fun, even if you did blow the game on purpose."

"Still harping on that?" Jacob asked quietly, finally turning away from the building and back to Carson. "I'm glad you had fun, I did to." Jacob unbuckled his own seat belt and was the first to open the door. Seeing Carson's confusion he clarified, "I'm walking you too the door."

The pitbull saw his dads car in the lot, and as much as he knew his dad was tolerant of his being gay, Carson didn't want him asking too many questions about the older fur dropping him off at home late in the evening. "That's not necessary." he said, getting out and walking around the car.

"I insist." Jacob followed, locking the doors and following Carson. His leather jacket was back on in the chill, crisp, night air. "A real way to end a first date right." He went on. They were quiet all the way up the stairs, and up to the door. Carson was stiff again, unsure what to really do or say. He didn't even have his keys out when they got to the door.

"Carson." Jacob said resting a paw on his arm as it fished in his pockets. The pitbull froze up and looked at the rottweiler. The handsome man who had made his night. "I really would like to do this again. You have my number, so just..." he stopped. He wasn't his impressive cocky self at the moment. He was casual and maybe even a little nervous himself. "I don't want to push you so I want you to text me if you want to. And in case you don't I won't be able to forgive myself if I missed the opportunity to kiss a handsome pitbull."

Carson somehow managed to re-freeze after not moving. He shivered, spine tingling and a lump caught in his throat. He had kissed dozens of guys in hundreds of interesting situations; but never like this, never in the light of his door at the end of a very charming date. "O-ok." he managed with his usual amount of charm.

Jacobs handsome face leaned in close, he shifted almost anxiously on his large feet. Carson closed his eyes and puckered his lips. He felt the heat of Jacobs face for a moment before his lips pressed firmly into the pitbull's forehead.

Carson opened his eyes to Jacob slowly stepping backwards with a content grin on his muzzle. "Goodnight Carson Winters."

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And that's that. i'm hoping to continue this one beyond just 2 parts haha glad you enjoyed if you did! please comment!