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Fuck.

Out of all people it just had to be Jeongguk.

Their friends cheer, slap on the table, some of their drinks trembling under the force. 

He looks at Jeongguk, those intense, dark brown eyes staring into his own. God, it’s been a few years, but he still remembers. None of their friends do, they only know that at some point it got awkward between them. 

“I was waiting for this to happen.” Taehyung says, claps his hands together. “This is the showdown.”

“I know right.” Namjoon takes a sip of his beer. “As long as you two don’t break the house down.”

Break the house down?

Hoseok snickers, and Jin hides his laugh behind his hand, like they’re all secretly in on it. Maybe they all just misplaced their discomfort as sexual tension. 

Or maybe it is sexual tension.

When he looks back at Jeongguk and finds that his gaze hasn’t wavered, he shudders. 

Exactly that look, years ago, in front of his house. 

After Jeongguk brought him home on the back of his motorbike, his cheeks red, body buzzing from the night out, the wind in his hair.

So polite, Jeongguk walked him to his door and all, helmet under his arm. 

The feeling of his leather jacket under his hands, when he looked up, Jeongguk in the dim golden light of his porch, this exact look.

A glimpse of those pink lips, silver ring piercings, a tug in his chest.

The door opening behind him.

Yeah, he should have never given his situationship a key. 

Jeongguk backing off, the last image of him riding away on his bike. 

Needless to say, his situationship wasn’t happy, but their on off relationship had to end at some point. Almost kissing another guy on the porch did put an end to that.

But, sadly it also caused this between him and Jeongguk. 

All they ever do is say hi and bye, how are you is a stretch.

Playing gay chicken is a leap.

Of faith.

He’s not going to survive it.

Jin and Namjoon full on made-out last round, Hoseok gave Yoongi a lap dance, Taehyung had a hand down Hoseok’s pants for Christ’s sake.

He needs more shots. 

He puts two shot glasses down, eyes Jeongguk from under his lashes. When he gets a nod he just pours for the both of them.

“Oh come on, it’s not like you guys hate each other.” 

Jin says.

“Yeah, you guys are making it more awkward then it is.” Taehyung agrees. “I’m sure you’re gonna be worse than the rest of us.”

Jimin huffs out a breath, just downs his shot. Jeongguk does the same. 

Another one, another one, and another one, until their friends groan and take the bottle away. 

“Start the round, Jeongguk.”

Jimin braces himself.

He should have downed the whole bottle.

it’s barely anything, when Jeongguk’s ankle hooks around his own under the table, but it makes him jolt nonetheless.

The others complain it’s too easy, but Jeongguk is the youngest so he gets away with it. 

It’s not really all too thrilling that when his move comes around, he gets up from his seat and sits down next to Jeongguk on the long bench, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.

A round of boo’s, none of them notice how his pulse quickens just feeling the warmth of Jeongguk’s body press against his shoulder, none of them notice the subtle hitch of Jeongguk’s breath.

The smooth way Jeongguk wraps his arm around his shoulder gets more cheers, even though it’s still nowhere near how far the others went. 

He stares at the table, fools himself into thinking this could have been reality. Him and Jeongguk, a couple, all of their friends around the table, happy, drinking.

No time to dwell on it, when Taehyung claps his hands it’s his turn.

He bites on the inside of his cheek, turns his head to look at Jeongguk’s face— his side profile; the pretty slope of his nose, his sharp jawline, his lip piercings, his eyebrow piercing, his black hair pushed back, one strand falling over his forehead.

God, he hasn’t looked at him properly for months. 

Jeongguk’s adam’s apple bobs, he doesn’t even turn his head, looks straight ahead. Leaves Jimin no choice but to gently touch his chin and press his lips against his cheek.

His skin feels soft, and warm. The faint scent of fabric softener intrudes his nose. 

Of course Jeongguk would smell like that. 

When he pulls back he gets some cheers, except from Taehyung who just shouts “boring” but it’s Taehyung, what else could he expect?

Another clap, it’s Jeongguk’s turn. 

There is a chance that it stops here. 

Jeongguk has never been brave, neither has he. They’ve both been cowards for years now.

Except, Jeongguk turns his head towards him, a soft pink blush on his nose and cheeks, dark eyes sharper than before, scanning over his face. From one eye, to the other, down to his lips.

Oh.

“Yes!” 

“Finally!”

“Come on, do it!”

Loud slams on the table, loud cheers in the back, but Jimin’s mind goes fully blank. 

Static.

There’s no way after years this is the moment where Jeongguk would—

Jeongguk leans in, tilts his head, his eyelids sink a little, and then kisses him. Simple and easy like they’ve done it before—

Except, well, except they haven’t, and Jimin jolts when he feels the gentle cold sting of those double lip rings against his lower lip. In contrast to Jeongguk’s warm lips, slotting between his own just right.

Oh fuck.

Jeongguk pulls back after only a second or two, leaves him wide-eyed, heart hammering in his chest. 

He’s not sure if he understands the look in Jeongguk’s eyes right after, but his best guess is that it means something along the lines of was that okay?

If their friends weren’t shouting he might have answered but the harsh clap brings him back to reality.

“Jimin’s turn!”

“Make out at this point.”

“Just make out, you’re already there.”

He swallows.

If they do this— well, then there’s just no telling how far they’ll go.

But his lips tingle, and Jeongguk didn’t put much space between them at all. All he sees are those silver rings, those pink lips. And when he looks up, Jeongguk’s eyes are half-mast; then the smallest, almost non-existent nod.

Fuck.

He leans back in, closes the distance like he’s in a rush— should have done it years ago, on his porch. Because— fuck— does Jeongguk taste good. His mouth is hot, eager, but not too much. It’s as if they were made for each other, their lips slot together just right, they tilt their heads at the same time, part to breathe at the same time.

“Fucking finally.”

“This is grand, I will remember this date.”

“I can’t believe they’re going for it.”

Jimin’s cheeks glow hot under all the comments but Jeongguk is either not listening or simply doesn’t care, slips his tongue into his mouth in the midst of it. 

“Mmh—“ 

He moans, eyebrows furrowing, the sweet taste of Jeongguk and the bitter aftertaste of alcohol— he drowns in it, slides his tongue along Jeongguk’s, rush of heat spreading through his veins.

Maybe it’s Jeongguk, maybe it’s the alcohol, but each soft click of their lips sends another shock of electricity through his body, has him eager for more— for everything he couldn’t have before.

“It’s Jeongguk’s turn.”

“Yeah, Jeongguk, you can keep making out but you have to make a move.”

Oh fuck they’re still playing. 

He breaks the kiss, blinks a few times to look up at Jeongguk, but just a second later his lips get covered again.

It’s desperate, it’s so good, it’s so fucking right. Jeongguk’s mouth, his piercings, his tongue, his vigour, his hand on his thigh.

His hand on his thigh.

“Ooh.. I like it, bold move.”

“What did he do?”

“Put his hand on Jimin’s thigh.”

“At this rate they’re going to out-gay you and Hoseok.”

The image of Taehyung’s hand in Hoseok’s pants appears on his retina and he’s suddenly wide-eyed, breaks the kiss.

Jeongguk’s eyes are glazed over, lips spit-slick, and he doesn’t even look up once. In a trance, zeroed on his lips, big hand squeezing his thigh once— like a claim.

Low heat creeps up his back, he knows what it is, doesn’t name it, but his dick twitches nonetheless, as if to make it obvious.

“Jimin, it’s your turn.”

Right.

He only gives a half-nod, doesn’t even as much as look at Taehyung. 

The world spins a little as he moves his hand to the hem of Jeongguk’s shirt. He waits there for a second until he gets a quick nod, then slips it under the fabric. 

He’s been meaning to do this. Jeongguk takes pride in his work-out, his pecs are big, and though Jimin has tried tirelessly to not acknowledge them the past years, feeling them under his palm now almost makes him drool.

Big, a little soft as he squeezes it. A breathy moan slips from Jeongguk’s mouth, and then the younger leans in like it’s his turn and just captures his lips in his own again. 

Not that he objects at all, he tilts his head, moans softly as Jeongguk bites in his lower lip. There’s a certain urgency behind the kiss that makes heat flare up his face, makes him squeeze Jeongguk’s pec a little less carefully, thumb brushing over his nipple.

“Mmh.”

Jeongguk moan is a little more drawn-out, a little hotter. His nipple stiffens under his finger, body arches against his hand like he wants more. 

Oh fuck that’s hot. 

He could have done without the knowledge that Jeongguk likes his nipples played with.

It’s bad, he knows, but he does it again, rubs a slow circle over Jeongguk’s nipple just to hear him moan like that again, longer, needy.

There’s a clap somewhere in the distance indicating it’s Jeongguk’s turn. 

And apparently it is payback time.

Because the next thing he knows, the warmth around his thigh is gone and planted right against his crotch. 

He gasps, breaks the kiss and looks down. 

It’s a fever dream. Jeon Jeongguk’s hand cupping his semi-hard cock through his pants, his own hand under his shirt, their lips connected by a string of spit.

It’s hazy when he looks up. Jeongguk pants softly, eyes darting from his eyes to his lips, head tilting already to continue— so fucking eager.

They should have done this years ago.

“Oh my god finally.” Taehyung groans, as if he’s the one getting it. “Jimin come on, it’s your turn, I’m dying over here.”

“Jimin’s gonna pull back.”

“No he isn’t.”

Right— fuck. 

Pull back or escalate, that’s the game they’re playing. He darts his gaze down at Jeongguk’s hand again, chest rising and falling fast. 

How is he going to top this?

Jeongguk’s nose nudges his own, impatient already, waiting for another kiss.

It tugs on his heartstrings, he closes the distance right away. Wet, hot lips, Jeongguk’s tongue slipping into his mouth right away, like he’s addicted to the taste, just devouring him without any shame.

He can barely breathe, flicks Jeongguk’s nipple one last time before he slides his hand down his chest, over his stomach, following the outline of his abs, to his navel, to the front of his jeans.

“Mmh..” 

Jeongguk nods. 

God fuck..

He opens the button with one hand, then the zipper, already feels Jeongguk’s hips move. There’s something about that eagerness that turns him on, makes his ears burn when he slips his hand in and feels the outline of Jeongguk’s hard cock through his underwear.

His breath hitches, and for a moment he can’t even kiss back. Jeongguk mouths desperately at his lips but he can’t fucking function.

Jeongguk is not only hard, he’s big. When he lies hi palm flat against it he’s barely touching half of his length. 

“Fuck.” 

He curses under his breath, fights the urge to feel Jeongguk up, but it’s pointless, Jeongguk ruts against his hand anyway, makes him feel everything, the head pushing against the fabric, already a little hot and damp.

How can he be so hard already? The kiss? His nipple being played with? 

There’s no time to think because without even the sound of a clap, Jeongguk’s hand follows the same path, opens his button and zipper quickly, but teases the waistband of his underwear, two fingers sliding along the elastic.

“Okay?” 

Jeongguk pants against his lips.

Jimin nods, eyelids a little heavy when Jeongguk slips his hand into his underwear.

“Oh there they go. They are out-gaying you.”

“I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Come on, they were always seconds away from doing this.”

“Fuck, it’s kind of hot..”

After that the voices cut out, because Jeongguk’s big, warm hand curls around his cock, and moves.

He gasps, his jaw drops as Jeongguk’s hand slides along his length, nice and smooth, like they aren’t in a room with their friends, like it’s just the two of them, in private, finally touching. 

Jeongguk bites his lower lip, silver rings catching the light.

“Good?”

Good?

He can barely stay sane and Jeongguk asks if he’s good? Soft moans fall from his mouth unsolicited as Jeongguk twists his wrist around the head of his cock on every upstroke.

“Do me, too.” Jeongguk whispers against his lips, rocks his hips once, hard cock pressing against his palm. “Touch me.”

God, yes. 

He only nods, slips his hand into Jeongguk’s underwear then. His mouth gets covered right after, his gasp gets swallowed, but he still freezes for a second when he feels that hot, heavy dick in his palm.

He doesn’t even know what to do with all that.

It seems to not matter much because as soon as he wraps his hand around it, Jeongguk fucks into his hand.

“Nngh—“ 

Jeongguk moans, licks into his mouth, moves his hand around him so fucking good. 

His eyes roll back, pure bliss and pleasure fill his system; Jeongguk’s hot lips slotting between his own, his tongue sliding into his mouth, his cock being played with so good, while he can feel Jeongguk’s cock throb in his hand.

It’s so fucking perfect— it’s so—

“Jesus Christ they’re going for it.”

“I’m hard just watching.”

“Same.”

“I don’t think they’re even aware what they’re doing.”

A sliver of shame is all that he can manage for their friends, but as soon as Jeongguk’s moans start getting more desperate his mind goes blank again.

It’s way too organic, how they slowly strip each other on the bench, in between every piece of clothing that comes off they just keep kissing; not a second to breathe, not a second where they can’t taste each other. 

He can’t even tell left from right, just that this is long overdue. It’s long overdue so when he slips his fingers inside himself his body just accepts them without any strain— relaxes instantly, begs him to touch.

“God they’re— they’re fucking fucking.”

“Mmh.. Taehyung and Hoseok are going there too, on your couch.”

“Why is our whole friend group horny?”

“I know right.”

When he finally straddles Jeongguk’s lap, his body trembles in anticipation. 

Jeongguk looks up at him, chest rising fast. His big hands curl around his hips, pull him down slowly. 

Fuck, they’ve barely said a word. 

But when the head of Jeongguk’s cock kisses his rim he can’t come up with any either way. His head falls back, a loud moan slips past his lips.

“Fuck— finally.”

“Did it really have to be on my bench though?”

“Namjoon.”

“No I’m glad they’re fucking but it’s a collector’s item.”

Jimin shuts off the voices, gasps when Jeongguk’s cock slowly slips inside, inch by inch. The stretch is so good— his body relaxes, like it’s just giving in, like it’s been holding out so long it comes as a relief.

That’s what it feels like, when he opens his eyes to look at Jeongguk, and sees him stare back like that, those silent, knowing eyes. 

We should have done this years ago is spelled out between them, when he lifts his hips to sink back down, he hears it, when Jeongguk buries his cock deep inside of him, that’s all his body keeps telling him.

But it’s now. Way too late, way too inconvenient, during a stupid game of gay chicken, all their friends in the same room.

It’s so bad but he couldn’t care less, Jeongguk’s cock feels so fucking good inside of him, with every slow thrust he feels his eyelids sink a little more, moans slipping from his mouth.

He wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, nudges his pretty nose, gets exactly what he wants.

Maybe that’s why they work so well, there’s no shame in asking, they both just give the other exactly what they need. When Jeongguk licks into his mouth and squeezes his hip, he knows it means Jeongguk wants to pick up the pace, and he just nods. Whenever he bites Jeongguk’s lower lip, Jeongguk slows down a little, lets him breathe.

It’s smooth— the slide of Jeongguk’s cock inside of him, his big warm hand coming between them to wrap around his. 

The sensation of being filled up to the brim while getting jerked off at the same time is so good he all but whimpers. 

Between his lashes he catches the slightest grin on Jeongguk’s lips, lip piercings glistening.

Hot.

Fuck—

Jeongguk is making him bounce on his cock, lifting him by his hips and pulling him back down, ramming his dick inside.

“A—ah fuck.” 

Skin slaps against skin, the room fills with obscene noises from both sides of the room, wet squelching, soft clicks of lips, moans, ragged breaths.

He looks down at Jeongguk, finds his gaze in the middle of it. 

Those dark brown eyes, so sharp now, so intense, so fixated on him.

“So pretty, hyung.”

Fuck—

Heat rushes up to his cheeks right away, his cock twitches in Jeongguk’s hand, kind of embarrassing really, just a simple compliment makes precum dribble down from the slit.

As if Jeongguk is one to talk, his face is perfect. His cheeks and nose are shimmering with sweat, dusted over by an erotic blush, the look in his eyes insane. He’s always so starry-eyed and innocent but now he’s sharp, knowing, like he can tell he’s making him feel good.

And he is. The drag of his cock is addictive, the way his fingers dig into his hips delicious, and his mouth— god, Jimin can’t get enough.

He closes the distance again, those piercings brushing against his lower lip enough to make him moan. He bites gently in Jeongguk’s lower lip, licks over those silver rings.

“Ngh— fuck.”

Jeongguk squeezes his hip, licks over the seam of his lips a little hastily.

“Mmh.” He nods. “Fuck me.”

“Fuck.”

Jeongguk picks up the pace, bucks his hips up a little faster, thrusts in deep, like he wants to bury his cock inside, leave an impression he can’t erase.

With another thrust, Jimin jolts, pleasure spreading through his body like lightning, his jaw drops.

“Oh fuck— Jeongguk— right there.”

“Mmh.” 

Jeongguk nods, listens so well, because the next thrust is spot on— makes Jimin’s entire body tremble, cock twitching against his stomach.

“Mmh— gonna come— I’m gonna come.” 

“Fuck, yes.” 

Jeongguk moans, wraps one of his hands back around his cock and jerks him off at the same time.

It’s way too much at once, the head of Jeongguk’s cock bumps against his prostate, knocks the air out of his lungs, and his hand moves around his cock so good he sees stars. 

But instead of giving into it, instead his body going taut, he just needs more, doesn’t want it to be over. He fucks himself on Jeongguk’s cock harder, works his thighs to lift himself and sink back down, holds Jeongguk’s strong shoulders for support as he makes him hit that spot over and over and over—

“Hyung— oh fuck— Jimin—“

Jeongguk pants, squeezes his hip hard, rams into him until his entire body goes taut, and his head falls back. 

The sight alone makes Jimin’s legs quiver, but it’s the feeling of Jeongguk’s cock throbbing inside of him that sends him over the edge.

“A—ah fuck— Jeongguk—“

He bursts, come shoots from the head of his cock over Jeongguk’s chest and stomach, slick, pearly white streaks all over his caramel skin. His body spasms with each shock of pleasure, that euphoric feeling spreading from the pit of his stomach to even the tips of his fingers.

Jeongguk’s arms wrap around his lower back, his forehead rests against his shoulder as he comes inside of him; pretty moans and whispers of his name against his skin, followed by warm, desperate kisses along his collarbone, to his neck.

Jimin moans softly, legs jelly as Jeongguk thrusts into him slowly, riding out his orgasm.

He doesn’t know for how long he catches his breath, but it feels kind of short when Jeongguk’s lips find his own again. He’s breathless, can barely even move his lips, let alone his tongue, but Jeongguk won’t leave him alone, doesn’t give him time to breathe.

And, who needs oxygen anyway? 

He closes his eyes and just kisses Jeongguk back, tilts his head one way, fists one of his hands in his pretty black hair as he slips his tongue in his mouth.

Jeongguk pulls him closer, until their chests are flush together, moans into his mouth as if he could go for another round.

“I think they might have won the game.”

“The game only stops when one of them backs out.”

“I don’t think either of them is going to back out after fucking raw on your bench.”

“You’re saying they’re gonna get married and we still won’t know who ever won this game?”

“Probably, yes.”