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“Did you bring drinks?” Sehun immediately asked from his spot sprawled out on the couch in front of the TV when he heard the front door open. Instead of getting a verbal response, an ice cold can was pressed to the side of his neck, causing him to yelp in surprise and jerk away. “Asshole,” he muttered, taking the can from his best friend, Jongin, as the other boy hopped over the back of the couch and flopped down on the cushion next to him.
“Of course I brought drinks. What are we playing today?” Jongin asked, cracking open his own beverage after stashing the remaining cans in the conveniently placed mini cooler under the coffee table in front of them for easy access later.
“Madden,” Sehun answered, handing Jongin the second controller and bringing up the screen for them to select their teams.
“We’ve played this, like, four hundred times in the last two weeks,” Jongin complained as he scrolled through the list of teams until he found one he liked.
“We’ve played every game we own four hundred times in the last two weeks,” Sehun pointed out.
“We could always do something else for the day,” Jongin suggested.
“Nope, that would interfere with the plan,” Sehun said.
Jongin sighed. Sehun’s “plan” consisted of not attending his summer school classes (who really needed to pass chemistry anyway? It’s not like he was going to be a chemist) and sitting on his ass all day while his parents were on holiday touring around Europe for two weeks. Jongin had been completely on board to begin with, but thirteen days of the same thing over and over again was starting to get to him.
“It doesn’t have to be anything huge. We could go to a movie or something.”
“That would require putting on a shirt,” Sehun said, stretching out his long legs and propping his feet up on the coffee table to draw attention to the fact that he was wearing nothing but a pair of ratty, old (“Comfortable!”) basketball shorts. Jongin gave up then, knowing how stubborn the other could be. He would just have to find another way to make the day more entertaining.
“Hey,” Jongin said suddenly a few minutes later, an idea coming to him. Sehun made some sort of caveman grunt to show he was paying attention even though his eyes never moved from the screen. “Why don’t we make a bet?”
“What kind of bet?” Sehun asked, still focused on the game.
“How about, first person to score gets to flick the other person as hard as they can on the forehead.” Maybe it was a little childish, but he had time to come up with something better.
“Ok, you’re on,” Sehun agreed.
The next few minutes were quiet as they concentrated on playing. When Jongin thought he had a clear shot for a pass, Sehun surprised him with an interception and ran the ball back for a touchdown, effectively scoring the first points of the game.
“Ha, suck on that!” Sehun exclaimed as the animated plyer on the screen did a victory dance. “Come here,” he instructed, turning to face Jongin, who looked less than enthusiastic about the turn of events. But a bet was a bet, so Jongin closed his eyes and held his hair away from his forehead, waiting for impact.
THWACK!
“Ow! Motherfuck!”
Sehun cackled as Jongin reeled back and clutched his head.
“You’re right, this is more fun!” Sehun said, picking up his controller and getting back into the game. “Ok, ok, next person to score get five dollars from the other.” Jongin agreed and reached for his own controller again. They played for a while longer before Jongin scored and happily collected his winnings from a scowling Sehun.
“You got lucky,” Sehun muttered as he handed over the money.
“You’re just a sore loser,” Jongin replied, tucking the bill into his wallet. “Alright, next person to score gets to tell the other what to do,” he said, still hoping he might be able to force Sehun into doing something else for the day.
“Is that a time limit thing? Like you have to do what I say for two minutes? Or you just give the person a command and they have to do it?” Sehun asked.
“No time limit, just one task,” Jongin clarified. He could easily give Sehun the task of going to see a movie instead of sitting there playing video games they could recite word for word by that point.
“Alright, I have one condition, though.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m not leaving the house.”
Well there went that plan.
“Fine, whatever,” Jongin sighed disappointedly and refocused on the game, biting his tongue until he managed to score again. “Finished your beer and drink two more,” he said immediately.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Sehun accused, reaching for his can all the same.
“Yes,” Jongin answered honestly. He wanted to stay ahead, so he figured the best thing to do was make sure he had the advantage of being the more sober one of the two. Sehun rolled his eyes as he pulled to more cans out of the cooler under the table. He downed them quickly and let out a loud belch to announce the completion of his task.
“Bravo,” Jongin said, applauding sarcastically.
“Whatever, let’s go,” Sehun said, starting the game once again.
“Whoever scores tells the other person what to do” became their go-to bet for most of the game.
The next time Sehun scored he made Jongin take three shots from the first bottle he pulled out of his parents’ liquor cabinet. “Even playing field,” he reasoned.
An hour later, Sehun had been contracted to wash all the dirty dishes at Jongin’s house before his mother got home from work, and had to buy Jongin lunch for a week. Jongin was feeling pretty good about his winning streak until Sehun started to score again towards the end of the game.
The alcohol Jongin had consumed earlier in the game (and continued to consume at a less intense pace throughout the game) had him just loose enough to be ok with dancing naked in front of the window after Sehun’s next touchdown.
“That was truly inspired,” Sehun said, his speech just the tiniest bit slurred, as Jongin sat back down on the couch after pulling his underwear back on. He wouldn’t have bothered, but he didn’t think Sehun’s mother would appreciate his bare bottom on her furniture.
“I know, I’ve got moves.”
Less than thirty seconds later Sehun had scored again.
“Yes! Ok, you have to be my footstool,” Sehun said excitedly.
“What? There’s a table right in front of you, why do I have to have your gross feet on me?” Jongin complained. Sehun leaned forward and pushed the table off to the side, giving Jongin enough room to kneel in front of him.
“There, no more table.”
“This is stupid,” Jongin grumbled, getting onto his hands and knees on the floor, facing the TV.
“Hey, this was your idea,” Sehun reminded him. Jongin huffed in annoyance as Sehun lifted his feet and dropped them none too gently on his back.
“How am I supposed to play like this?” Jongin asked, looking back at Sehun for advice.
“That’s your issue,” was all Sehun had to say. “And you better figure it out quick because I’m ready to play.” Jongin scrambled to grab his controller and, figuring it was the only way he could free up his hands, dropped down onto his elbows just as Sehun started the next play.
They played in silence for a while, neither making much progress. With nothing exciting happening in the game, Sehun found his attention wandering… to the perky bottom sticking up right in his line of sight.
“You have a nice ass,” he blurted out before he could put the filter between his brain and mouth into use.
“What the fuck, dude?” Jongin laughed, briefly glancing back over his shoulder before turning his attention back to the game lest he give Sehun the chance to score.
Not wanting to let Jongin know that he hadn’t actually meant to say that, Sehun quickly reasoned, “I’m just saying. Nice asses should be complimented. You happen to have a nice one, so I’m complimenting it.”
“You are so fucking weird,” Jongin muttered, taking the other boy’s random outburst as an attempt to distract him.
Another couple of minutes passed quietly with Sehun trying to keep his mind on the game instead of Jongin's butt. If he wasn’t somewhat inebriated, he may have wondered why he found his best friend’s bottom so appealing when he had never given it a second thought in the past, but he was so he didn’t really care all that much t the moment. He just knew he really wanted to see it without a layer of fabric covering it. Maybe touch it. Probably touch it. Eventually he came up with a brilliant potentially catastrophic plan to do just that.
“So we’re tied and the next person to score wins the game, so the last bet had to be a good one,” he said.
“Absolutely,” Jongin agreed.
“So when I win I get to fuck your nice ass.”
Jongin was silent for a moment while he processed what Sehun had just said, then let out a bark of laughter. “If there was any way you could possibly beat me I might be worried, but that’s not gonna happen. So when I win you have to post on every social media account you have that you like checking out other dudes’ asses.”
“In your dreams.”
“In your dreams.”
“Great comeback, very original.”
While Jongin was busy setting up his next play, Sehun was making sure he would win no matter what. Very carefully, so as not to arouse suspicion, he moved one of his feet off of Jongin's back and let it hover near the kneeling boy’s side. Just as Jongin was starting the play, Sehun ran his foot up Jongin's side, causing him to jerk away and drop his controller, and his on-screen player to drop the ball. Sehun used the opportunity to recover the ball and run it back for a touchdown, making him the winner.
“Asshole!” Jongin yelled, trying to grab his controller and stop Sehun but it was too late. Sehun laughed maniacally as Jongin struggled to sit up.
“Hey, footstool, remember?” Sehun reminded him, using his feet to hold the squirming boy down.
“The game’s over, dickface,” Jongin grouched at him, reaching his arms back to try to knock Sehun’s legs away.
“Whatever. Still no reason to get up; I win, remember?” Jongin stilled then, looking back at Sehun.
“Dude, you weren’t serious,” he said incredulously.
“Absolutely,” Sehun assured him with a smile. "I told you, you have a nice ass. I’d like to get up close and personal with it.”
“You’re so fucking weird,” Jongin mumbled yet again, turning away from his friend and once again attempting to sit up.
“Stay there,” Sehun ordered, pushing Jongin down with his feet once more before standing up and leaving the room. Jongin finally sat up and straightened his back, but didn’t have time to wonder what Sehun was up to before he was coming back into the room with something in his hand. Jongin's eyes widened when he got closer and he could see what it was.
“Holy shit, you’re actually fucking serious.”
“Uh, yeah,” Sehun said as he dropped the bottle and little square package on the couch cushion he had previously been sitting on. “I didn’t know I had to say it a certain number of times before it stopped being a lie. Now, back down on your hands and knees,” he said, stepping behind Jongin and nudging him with his knee and he knelt down behind him.
“Wait, don’t I get a say in this?” Jongin asked nervously.
“Of course you do. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t give you a choice? Although, I think if you wanted to say no you would have made some sort of attempt to do so before now instead of doing exactly what I’ve told you to do,” Sehun all but purred into his ear. Jongin looked down and realized that he had, in fact, obediently put his hands back on the floor.
“Well damn,” he said, somewhat surprised at his own actions.
“But seriously, if you don’t want to just say so,” Sehun said seriously, which helped put jongin’s mind at ease.
After a moment of contemplation Jongin made up his mind. “I guess a deal is a deal.”
“Good boy,” Sehun praised him with a pat on the head as he leaned back to take in the sight of his prize.
“I’m not a dog,” Jongin barked at him, though it lacked any real conviction.
“Uh huh, sure,” Sehun mumbled distractedly. He reached forward with both hands and gently squeezed a cheek in each one. Jongin let out a disgruntled sounding huff that Sehun ignored in favor of massaging the firm muscles of Jongin's upper thighs. He slowly worked his way back up, digging his fingers into the plush flesh along the way.
“Would you get on with it? You said you wanted to fuck it, not tenderize it,” Jongin snapped at him. Sehun’s hands on him were more pleasant than he had expected, and he wanted to get this over with before he embarrassed himself by doing something like letting Sehun know he liked it.
“Shut up, I’m enjoying this. Who knows when I’ll get an opportunity to do this again?”
“Never if I have anything to say about it. But that doesn’t mean you need to drag this out any longer than necessary.”
Sehun ignored Jongin's apparent irritation to continue his exploration for a bit. He dragged his hands down over Jongin's cheeks once again, this time catching the waistband of his underwear and pulling the material down to his knees. He eyed the newly revealed skin giddily taking note of the way it was already turning pink from all of his groping.
“Even nicer like this,” he commented to himself. Jongin rolled his eyes at the carpet.
“Sehun, come on, we don’t have all day here.”
“You know, technically we do.” Jongin glared back at him over his shoulder, silently urging him to hurry the hell up before he changed his mind.
“Ugh, fine. You never let me have any fun,” Sehun complained. He stopped what he was doing and reached behind himself to pick up the items he had put on the couch earlier and set them on the floor beside him. After pausing briefly to pull his own pants off, he picked up the bottle again and flicked the cap open.
Jongin glanced back at him once more when he heard the sound. Taking a deep breath he tried to mentally prepare himself for what was to come. He was still caught off guard, however, when he felt a wet finger prodding at his hole, and Sehun laughed at the way he jumped at the shock.
“Shut up,” Jongin grumbled, bowing his head down to face the floor. Letting Sehun see how his face was heating up would just give him more material to work with to embarrass him, and that wasn’t on his list of things to do today.
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to speed things up. I’m just doing what you asked,” Sehun said. And, doing just that, he pushed a single finger inside. “Jesus, it’s so tight. You’ve never had anything in here before, have you?” he asked as Jongin tensed and squeezed around the digit harder the further it travelled inside him.
“No,” Jongin groaned. “Why would I?”
“Um, because it feels good?” Sehun suggested like it was the most obvious thing in the world, moving his finger around as much as he could to make room for a second.
“How the hell would you know what it feels like? Oh my god, did you let Tao fuck you? Shit, I knew you guys were up to something, you’ve been spending way too much time together lately.”
While Jongin had been ranting, Sehun felt the muscles around his finger start to loosen, making it easier to stretch the complaining boy faster. Sehun let him keep rambling, counting on him to distract himself while Sehun pulled his first finger almost all the way out and lined up another next to it to push both back in. Unfortunately Jongin wasn’t distracted enough.
“Shit, that does not feel good!” he yelled, tensing up again when it noticed the larger intrusion.
“It might if you would relax,” Sehun said, twisting his fingers around slowly against the added resistance.
“Easy for you to say. You like having things in your ass apparently.”
“Oh, stop being such a baby and unclench a little. I promise, it’ll be better.” Hoping to help move the process along, Sehun used his unoccupied hand to massage Jongin's lower back.
“Fine, whatever. If it doesn’t get any better I’m kicking your ass after this,” Jongin threatened. He took a couple quick breaths, then inhaled as deep as he could and focused on relaxing his whole body as he exhaled.
Sehun could once again feel the difference and slid his fingers in a little deeper, scissoring them apart as he pulled them back out. “See, it’s not so bad, is it?” he said with a self-satisfied smile.
“Whatever.” Even though Sehun was right, Jongin wasn’t going to admit it to him. “I still wouldn’t say it feels good.”
“You’ll see, don’t worry. Now, I’m going to add another one, so stay relaxed, ok?” Jongin nodded his head in response. He felt the fingers stretching him open again as they pulled out, then another joining them as they slid back in. It wasn’t as bad as he expected, but there was still a slight sting that hadn’t been there before and cause him to hiss in displeasure.
“You alright?” Sehun asked when he heard it, but kept working the digits in and out of him, wiggling them around in hopes of finding the spot that would prove him right.
“I’m f-fine,” Jongin assured him, his voice catching when Sehun’s fingers brushed past something that didn’t feel quite so uncomfortable. Sehun smirked at the back of his head.
“Are you sure?” Sehun thrusted his fingers in with a little more force, aiming for the same spot that had made Jongin stutter. He was rewarded with a soft gasp, but no reply. “You have to let me know,” he urged, quickening his movements.
“I said I-I’m f… fuck… I’m fine,” Jongin tried to snap, any venom he had intended lost in the way he couldn’t seem to take a full breath.
“So it’s not too bad, right?” Sehun teased. Jongin refused to respond, choosing instead to focus on not acting like Sehun was kind of blowing his mind a little bit. “Come on, I know you’re enjoying it.”
“Fuck off, you don’t know shit,” Jongin snarled, proud of how steady he managed to keep his voice. His pride was short-lived, however, as Sehun chose that moment to move the hand that was still resting on his back around his hip and grip it around his gradually hardening member.
“You’re little friend here seems to agree with me.”
Jongin could do nothing but groan as Sehun started moving both his hands simultaneously. The fingers inside him had slowed down considerably. Instead of moving in and out, they were concentrated on one spot, continuously rubbing over his prostate and sending jolts of lightning through him. Momentarily forgetting that he wasn’t supposed to showcase anything but distaste for their current activities, Jongin let out an involuntary whimper when Sehun pulled both of his hands away.
“Don’t worry, we’re not done yet,” Sehun reassured him with a pat to the side of his hip. With the hand not covered in lube, he picked up the second item he had brought with him and tore open the package. “You’re gonna like this part even more,” he said as he rolled the condom onto his own until-now ignored erection. He popped the bottle of lube open again, pouring some on his hand and stroking himself a few times to spread it evenly. “Are you ready?” he asked as he lined himself up behind Jongin.
“Just get it over with,” Jongin said, redoubling his efforts to ignore the fact that Sehun was making him feel the best he had felt in… well, maybe ever. He felt the head of Sehun’s cock nudge against his abused hole, felt the pressure build until his muscles gave way, felt it slide inside and stretch him open further than Sehun’s fingers had. Now that the constant stimulation to his prostate was gone, there was nothing to distract him from feeling every inch of Sehun splitting him open, and as much as it felt like he was being stretched too far, he could admit (only to himself, of course) that it was a sensation he could easily learn to like.
Both of them groaned when Sehun pushed the rest of the way in, his pelvis flush against Jongin's voluptuous ass and hands gripping onto his hips.
“Shit, that’s nice,” Sehun breathed, closing his eyes and basking in the tight heat enveloping him. As he gave Jongin some time to get used to being so full, he occupied himself by rubbing circles into his skin with his thumbs. “You good?” he asked just a moment later, having a difficult time not moving.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Jongin answered.
“Thank Jesus,” Sehun cheered, immediately pulling out a few inches and thrusting slowly back in. He kept up his slow pave for a while, savoring the way Jongin's walls clung around him, seeming to want to pull him in and never let go.
“So, is it everything you thought it would be?” Jongin inquired after a while. The way Sehun was rocking into him, while no match for the intense pleasure his fingers had brought him earlier, was starting to cause a pleasant warmth to spread through him and he had to busy his mouth in some way to keep himself from making any embarrassing noises.
“Your ass is a fucking blessing,” Sehun panted as he increased his speed. “I should thank your parents.”
“Ew, god, no. Please don’t ever do that,” Jongin groaned, praying that Sehun would take the shudder that ran through his body as one of disgust instead of realizing that he was pretty much just as into their activities as the other was by then.
“I could at least bake them a cake.”
“S-stop talking about my p-parents while your dick is in my ass,” Jongin pleaded even though the subject was clearly doing nothing to bring him down. Sehun could feel the way he had started to clench around him again, could feel the way his thighs were starting to quiver with the efforts of keeping himself still.
“You know, this was supposed to be my prize, but I think you might be enjoying it more than me.” Sehun said, an amused grin on his flushed face. Jongin shook his head violently, still refusing to acknowledge that Sehun was right. “You’re lying.”
“Shut the fuck up and just fuck me,” Jongin panted quietly.
“What was that?” Sehun demanded.
“You heard me.”
“No, no I don’t think I did. You’ll have to speak up,” Sehun taunted him. Jongin just shook his head again. “No? Ok, then I guess I’ll just have to make you speak up.” With that, Sehun pulled out, changed his angle slightly, and slammed back in. To his credit, Jongin managed to not make a sound. He did, however, fall down to his elbows and bury his face in his arms.
“Still nothing?” Sehun pulled out and adjusted himself before snapping his hips forward again. Jongin had to fight hard to keep quiet that time. Sehun was getting closer and closer to that spot with every thrust. If he kept it up, in no time he would be right-
“There! There, fuck me right there!” Jongin yelled, no longer able to contain himself as Sehun pounded directly into his prostate.
“That’s what I thought,” Sehun said smugly as Jongin started to rock back against him. Before long Jongin was moaning out loud every time his ass made contact with Sehun’s hips.
Slowing down, Sehun leaned forward over Jongin's perfectly arched back, bracing his hands on either side of his elbows, and started thrusting into him as fast and deep as he could, earning a string of unintelligible curses from the boy under him.
“Tell me how good it feels,” Sehun husked into his ear. All Jongin could produce was a choked off whimper. “Come on, tell me,” he demanded, balancing himself on one hand and using the other to grip Jongin's dripping cock, the sticky fluid leaking from the tip easing the slide of his hand as he started moving it.
“Oh god, Sehun, it feels so fucking good. Don’t stop, don’t stop!” Jongin panted, torn between rutting back onto the thick cock sending spikes of pleasure racing up his spine and thrusting forward into the fantastic friction of the hand around his own dick.
“I won’t, I won’t,” Sehun wheezed. He rested his forehead on Jongin's shoulder, panting against the slick skin. Jongin was getting tighter and tighter around him, causing Sehun’s movements to lose some of their finesse as they became more erratic.
“Shit, I’m coming,” Jongin cried out suddenly, his body tensing and thighs shaking, insides clamping down impossibly tighter on Sehun’s cock before releasing hot and wet over Sehun’s hand and the carpet beneath him. Sehun only held out seconds longer, grinding against Jongin's ass emptied himself into the condom.
Neither of them moved for a bit, too busy trying to restore oxygen to their exhausted bodies. As soon as Sehun regained the use of his limbs, he detached himself from Jongin, pulling the condom off and dropping it on a paper plate he had left on the coffee table earlier in the day, not in the mood to get up and dispose of it properly quite yet.
Meanwhile, Jongin had fallen flat on the floor when his arms and legs had given out entirely. After realizing he was lying in the mess he had left there, he rolled to the side, wincing at the ache in his lower back. Noticing the look of discomfort marring his face, Sehun started laughing.
“What the hell is so funny?” Jongin wondered, bewildered.
Sehun did his best to stifle his laughter before he grinned triumphantly. “Who’s the sore loser now?”