What Next?

"Yay!" Mike clapped at the ball finally made it into the hole. He moved back to get their balls and his putter before moving on.

"Do not patronize me." Zack pouted as they moved to the next hole.
"You go first this time."

Mike did and he got a hole in one.
"Yeah, I am AWESOME!"

Zack groaned as he hit the ball and (shocker) missed. He walked over and picked up his ball, dropping it in the hole.
"Yay me." He smirked.

Mike rolled his eyes.
"You cheat worse than me loser." Mike teased him before pecking his cheek.

Zack grinned.
"I did no such thing." He smirked. "I think someone's jealous I'm catching up to them." He joked.

Mike simply pulled him off to the next hole. This one was farther away. Mike set his ball up and rared back before letting it fly. He landed close to the hole. He was doing good.

Zack tried to hit it harder because it was farther away.
"Woops, too hard." Zack blushed as the ball ricocheted off of one of those decorative windmills, randomly set up.

Mike Stuck his tongue out before putting his ball into the hole.
"Don't break the windmill, it did nothing wrong."

"It deserved it. It was in my way." Zack chuckled.

"Windmill abuser." Mike accused as as waited for Zack to putt.

Zack chuckled as he putted the ball. Miss. He tried again. Miss. Again. Miss. This went on for the next five putts. Zack groaned.
"Next hole. I quit." He stuck his tongue out.

Mike rolled his eyes and stepped up behind his lover. Mike let his chest press against Zack's back, his hands holding Zack's and he made him lean and bend his legs before drawing Zack's hands back and making him hit the ball.

Zack blushed as Mike helped him. The ball went right in.
"Hmm... guess it isn't defective..."

"No, I guess its not." Mike nipped at his ear. He lingered there, in that position with his lover.

Zack leaned his head back on Mike's shoulder. He never wanted this moment again. He could stand here in Mike's arms forever.

Hesitantly let Zack go and moved on to the next coarse, sinking his ball on the first try.

Zack tried to imitate what Mike had shown him as he hit the ball. He didn't make it in but he atleast got close to it. He smiled at Mike.

Mike grinned and winked at him as he itched to have to help him again but apparently that was not needed.

Zack got the ball in the hole within two more tries. Not bad.
The next hole made Zack groan again. He just knew he'd miss. You had to get the ball through a small hole at the base of another one of the damn windmills.
Zack set the ball down and swung. It bounced off the windmill again.
"There I go again, abusing windmills." He smirked.

Mike clicked his tongue like he was disappointed.
"That's not nice."
Mike took his time as he lined up the ball and the hole and the windmill. His first try he almost made it, he was just a few feet away from him hole.

"GOddamnit." Zack muttered as it hit the windmil again. "They don't like me."

"I do...." Mike made his hole before inching closer to Zack and holding him like he did earlier. "Easy, use your arms and hips..." Mike instructed as he helped Zack get the ball into its hole.

Zack felt the blood flow through his cheeks again as Mike held him like this. He didn't know why this made him blush but it did.

Mike kissed the back of his neck. "I think you are getting better at this baby." Mike chuckled.