A Friendly Challenge

"To tell you the truth...." Jean started but then hesitated, biting his upper lip in indecision. He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to say which of those he wanted to try, lest he be embarrassed and judged for it. But oh, what the hell, he might as well on the off-chance that David would agree.

"....well, I've always wanted to try a handcuffs match. It looks like it could be fun..." he said shyly, taking the opportunity to wipe his face in his towel and thereby hide the red tinge of a blush due to embarrassment.

Dave tilted his head to the side, "Never heard of that before. How does that work?"

Never heard of it? Greaaaaaaat, now Jean had to explain the kind of match he fantasized about now too. "Well...you see....it's kinda the same as a normal match, except that there's two sets of handcuffs in the ring. The wrestlers win the match when they lock up both their opponent's wrists.....they can be cuffed together or separately to the ring ropes. Once a winner is declared, they are given the key to the cuffs and can do as they wish." he finished, looking up from his towel to gauge Dave's reaction.

Dave thought for a moment, while trying to hide the blush on his face, "Sounds interesting. Just one question. What were you planning to do if you won?" he asked with a teasing smirk.

"That's for me to know and you to find out, because you'd definitely be the one to lose!" Jean shot back rather confidently, hands on his hips and all. He'd felt some confidence well up in his idea when it wasn't immediately shot down; he was excited he might actually get to live one out!

"Well let's just say I may have a few tricks up my sleeve for then." Dave said, leaning closer to Jean with a playful smirk, placing a finger on the other's chest.

Jean's brows rose in interest when Dave said he had his own ideas about the match, including the finger currently poking into his chest. For one reason or another, Dave sure knew what to say and do to get him excited and his heart pumping. "You're gonna need every trick you've got to beat me again, I know your style now" Jean retorted, poking his own finger into Dave's abs.

Dave smirked as their faces were now inches apart, "You don't know everything Jean."

"I know enough..." Jean grinned, looking up at Dave. He was so close now......and so unsuspecting! Jean pulled the same move he did at the beginning of their last match, sneaking his leg behind Dave's and suddenly pulling back to trip him. Jean plopped down on top of him, straddling Dave's chest in what would be considered a schoolboy pin if this were a match. Jean arm's folded across his chest and he had a very satisfied look on his face. "....enough to still catch you off guard, sucka! I'm starting to think you just got lucky in our first match" he teased, sticking his tongue out.

Dave smirked, grabbing Jean by the shirt and pulling him down toward him.