Paul clutches blue silk lightly in his hands and tries not to think about who he's touching. He finds it's easier to focus on what he's doing if he pretends it's just another game. That the man he's guarding wasn't laying in bed beside him just twelve hours ago, the whole length of his naked body pressed against Paul's, hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder, mouth to mouth. Thoughts like that generally lead to turnovers, and as much as he loves this man, he doesn't want to lose to him.

"You're going down, my man," Antoine says, grinning. Paul just laughs.