After dinner, Olivia insisted they play a game of Monopoly. Freddy groaned inwardly and considered making an excuse to go to bed early until he saw the undisguised enthusiasm on Larry's face.

Like always, Olivia insisted on being the banker, counting out the money with zeal. Larry looked over at Freddy and lifted a questioning eyebrow.

"Don't ask, man. It's an obsession or something."

"I'm damn good, and you know it."

Olivia grinned at them both and made them choose their game pieces. Freddy let Larry pick the car; he chose the top hat, his mom took the terrier.

Proceedings became competitive quickly, but was buffered by the steady consumption of scotch. Freddy didn't complain that he was denied permission to have any, but he did use the guilt as a bartering tool to let him share Larry's pack of cigarettes. He lay on the floor, relaxed and content, watching his mom scream in horror as Larry won the title deed for Boardwalk.

"You bastard, you knew I had my eye on that!"

"I'll make it up to you later," Larry grinned mischievously.

Freddy instantly concluded that enough was enough.

"Oh, no. Fuck no. You're going home tonight, big guy."

Olivia stared him down.

"That's my decision, isn't it?"

"I'm right across the fucking hall!"

"You know I wouldn't say anything if you brought a girl back here, as long as you were sensible about things."

"That's the point. I don't. I'm discreet about shit like that. It's none of your business who I'm fucking."

Larry choked on his scotch, and Olivia began to rub his back, asking if he was okay. Freddy watched closely and saw that the other man's face was burning bright red, his hands shaking slightly as he set the snifter on the floor.

They waited a few moments in uncomfortable silence as Larry finished coughing.

"Sorry," Freddy finally offered, "you two do whatever you want. I'm going to go to bed. I'll try not to jerk off too loudly."

"Freddy!" Olivia cried out, shock and embarrassment coloring her voice.

"It's kind of the same, isn't it? Except I don't have to wear a rubber. Sweet dreams you two."

Larry gaped at him. Olivia stared daggers. Freddy just grinned like an unrepentant douchebag and sauntered down the hallway.

As soon as he closed his door he started to panic, heart hammering inside his chest. What the hell kind of game was he playing?

TBC

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