The Name of the Game
Title: The Name of the Game
Author eoryndal
Rating: pg-13 (more like pg-15 tbh)
Pairing: Chanyeol/Chen
Warnings: There's a bit of dick touching but nothing graphic enough for a higher rating, I think?
Disclaimer: This has nothing to do with a band called ABBA but everything to do with this prompt here for exopromptmeme . No chicken were harmed in the making of this fic.
Summary: Chen and Chanyeol are in college. That doesn't mean they're too old for gay chicken.
It starts with an incident in the cafeteria.
"Can I see your notes? You took some, right?" Chen asks, leaning over Chanyeol. Baekhyun slides his folder further away from him and pops a fry into his mouth. "Maybe." He grins, half-eaten food sticking to his teeth. It's gross and he knows it. "I might have taken notes if you let me have your time slot in the music room."
Chen whines and leans further across Chanyeol's lap, making a grab at the folder Baekhyun holds it out of his reach, laughing. Chen's other hand is digging into Chanyeol's thigh as his weight rests on it. Not that Chen is very heavy but, "dude, put your hand a little higher on my leg and you're squishing my important bits." Chanyeol grumbles. "I'd like to keep them intact."
"Oops." Chen laughs, forgetting all about Baekhyun's notes as the corners of his mouth pull up mischievously. "Wouldn't want to harm your babies. Let me check." His fingertip wander slowly up the inner seam of Chanyeol's jeans. Chanyeol knows a challenge when he sees one and he's not the type to back down, especially not from whatever stupid shit his best friend and room mate pulls, so he stares back at Chen's playful expression with dangerously narrowed eyes.
That is, until those fingers do reach an uncomfortably close proximity to Chanyeol's private parts and he slaps Chen's hand away. "The fuck, man." Baekhyun watches on in unabashed interest, popping fries into his mouth like popcorn. Before Chen can let out the cheeky remark Chanyeol knows he has on the tip of his tongue, an unnerved sigh disrupts them and they both snap their backs straight by force of habit as Kyungsoo's dark gaze lands on them for a second before returning to his book with an offhand remark. "Aren't you too old for gay chicken?"
"Chicken?"
"Kai!" Chanyeol shoves Chen off the side of the bench and offers the spot to his favourite freshman. "Chen was just leaving." Chen, unperturbed and bright, picks himself up and leaves with a little wave, blowing a kiss.
This means war.
"Chenchen," Chanyeol croons as he takes him into a headlock after his weekly music recital. "Your voice was so beautiful today."
Chen narrows his eyes. They glint. "My voice is always beautiful."
After circling his arms around Chanyeol's waist and pressing his body all up against Chanyeol's side, Chen breathes in mock-seduction, "but I sang only for you." Chanyeol releases the headlock in favour of sliding his arm around Chen's shoulders and leaning closer and closer until he can count every single one of Chen's dark eyelashes. They're kinda girly and curled, and Chanyeol would have a field day if he found the eyelash curler he suspects Chen of using.
The more Chanyeol leans in, the more Chen draws back, mouth setting into a grimace of 'ewww' that he can't suppress. Chanyeol supposes he's won this round but he decides to bask in the glory of his victory by adding, in a deep, deep voice. "I want to hear you moaning under me."
"Uh, guys, sorry if I'm interrupting... something. But I kind of have to lock up. Ahaha." Suho stands in the doorway awkwardly, one hand on the light switch, the other held up to show them a bunch of keys. He's pointedly looking past them, opting to re-check whether all visitors have left the by now glaringly empty rinks of chairs in front of the stage.
"We're just playing gay chicken," Chen sing-songs as he bounces past Suho, dragging an equally giddy Chanyeol behind him. Suho just mumbles something unintelligible, tugging on the neckline of his hideous sweater. He looks even more uncomfortable than usual. His face is red. As soon as Chen and Chanyeol are out of earshot, they burst into laughter, high-five each other and sprint down the hall.
But Chanyeol should have known that provoking Chen is like poking a sleeping dragon in the eye.
It's game night at Lu Han's and Xiumin's, their favourite seniors. They already have their own apartment, complete with a PS3 and a great sound system. Chanyeol has just died and is waiting for his character to respawn, as Chen gets maimed by the tail of a dragon beast and dies as well. Chen huffs and pulls off his sweater, leaving him in a white undershirt and his hair sticking up in the back.
"You look a little hot, too." He's grinning at Chanyeol, eyes sparkling in an unspoken challenge. "Nah, I'm good." Chanyeol drawls and leans back, arms spread on the back of the couch. He smirks at Chen, daring him to do something. Chen's flat chicken chest and stick arms don't excite Chanyeol the least bit. He knows he's being cocky but this round will be easy as pie.
Except Chen worms his fingers under the hem of Chanyeol's shirt and slowly, slowly pushes it up his torso, keeping his eyes fixed on Chanyeol's. His fingertips are soft and cool, and Chanyeol welcomes the touch because, yeah, it is quite warm in the apartment. It's only a little weird when Chen's fingers brush over his nipples, and Chen's eyelids lower a bit, and a small smile's playing on his lips, not the usual mischievous one but a smile that looks like he's honestly enjoying this, and his cheeks are a little rosy.
He thumbs over Chanyeol's nipples again, and this time Chanyeol feels it.
Chen's gaze is kind of intense, too.
Chanyeol breaks eye contact to check for his glass on the table but it's still as empty as it has been a minute ago. He swallows. Something to drink would be nice. His throat feels a bit dry.
"What the fuck, Chany-" At Lu Han's cry, Chanyeol's head snaps up to the screen where his character has respawned only to be slain again in exactly the same spot because Chanyeol's controller is lying forgotten on the floor. And then Chanyeol follows Lu Han's line of vision back to where a somewhat undressed Chen is pressed against him, fingers obviously busy under Chanyeol's bunched up shirt.
Lu Han's eyebrow rises up. Minseok drapes himself over Lu Han's shoulder and smiles sweetly. Chen, sticking to Chanyeol's side, looks warm and flushed and small and his hair is messed up and his tongue darts out to wet his parted lips. And leaves them shiny.
Chanyeol croaks.
Chen sits up and grabs his controller at exactly the right time to slay the dragon with one deft stroke.
Chanyeol might have lost the battle.
But he's going to win this war!
The next Monday at lunch break, he cuts into the line behind Chen and nuzzles into his neck. Chen almost drops his tray until he realizes it's only Chanyeol, not some crazy serial killer who's out to get him in broad daylight in the cafeteria of a public college. Hey, you never know. Better safe than sorry. He relaxes against Chanyeol's chest, letting his tall friend walk him forward when the line moves.
Chanyeol lays his hands on Chen's lower stomach, rubs a bit before sliding them down until he can stick them in Chen's front pockets, effectively trapping Chen even as he tries to squirm away from Chanyeol pulling their bodies closer together.
"Park Chanyeol, your lunch is not in my jeans pockets. Go get a tray," Chen gripes, trying to ignore the way Chanyeol's crotch is currently in very intimate contact with his ass. Chanyeol only chuckles into his ear, giving his ass a little thrust with his hips to make him stumble one more step forward.
They're finally at the front of the line and the lady behind the counter asks Chen what she can get him and he places his order.
"Can you make that two?" Chanyeol asks and gives her his best charming smile. It's very effective.
"No," she says, handing Chen his filled plate.
"But then I'll have to eat him." Chanyeol looks at her with big eyes and a pout before leaning down and pointedly nibbling on Chen's neck.
She rolls her eyes, laughs, and puts another filled plate on Chen's tray. Chanyeol notices Chen's hands shaking a little as he hands her his lunch card and the blush on the back of his neck as she swipes the card, hands it back and shoos them away with a wink. Chanyeol totally calls him out on it when they reach their usual table. Sehun laughs with his mouth open. He's eating peas. It's unsightly.
"What's gay chicken?" Kristofer asks.
"Dude," Baekhyun howls in laughter, "you're from Canada, how can you not know what gay chicken is?" When Kris sets his thick eyebrows into a frown and his tiny mouth under his long nose into a pout, Baekhyun only laughs harder, falling into Kai's lap who pats his hair distractedly, probably thinking about his puppies.
As usual, it's Lay who comes to Kris's rescue when no one even thought he was mentally present. His voice does sound airy like he just woke up from a long, complicated, open-eyed dream. "Hmm, gay chicken? Oh, it's this." And he puts a hand up, somewhere in the vicinity of Kris's cheek, leans in slowly, and then blinks in confusion when Kris freezes in his spot and Lay's lips connect with his. Lay's eyebrows knit in vague confusion. "Except you're supposed to pull away."
"Oh. Uh? Sorry. Ah, hah." Kris laughs awkwardly. He wipes his mouth with a paper napkin.
"Don't worry, I have a friend who can control time," Lay says and then he goes off on a tangent about the theory of time travel that has Suho's head lifting in interest while everyone else subtly moves aside because Lay has a habit of transforming everything within his reach into objects to demonstrate his theories. Astrophysics students.
Chanyeol notices that Chen is quiet during the whole lunch break. It's unusual but Chanyeol brushes it aside, not letting worries mar his feeling of triumph. Because he still wants to count this round as a win for him, even though he kind of has to walk around with half a boner for the rest of the day.
As if his dick is staying on the lookout for Chen's surprisingly cushioned behind.
Chanyeol learns that provoking Chen is like poking a sleeping dragon in the eye while at the same time sticking his other hand into the mouth of a crocodile.
This he realizes when he wakes up the next morning with a weight considerably heavier than his fleece blanket on top of him, teeth tugging on his lower lip and a slightly bony knee rubbing his morning wood. To say he's surprised is an understatement. His first instinct is to push Chen off and scramble out of his bed with curses but that would mean he'd lose this round.
He's not sure he can one-up this, though. Because that would mean actually sticking his hands in Chen's pants and kneading his ass directly, like, skin on skin. Or, like, putting Chen's dick in his mouth. That thought is... He quickly starts wondering if the people who invented gay chicken thought someone would have the guts to take it that far.
Chen moves his knee and releases Chanyeol's lip, breath fanning over the swollen part. His pretty eyes are curved in a smile, so close that Chanyeol could continue his counting work of Chen's eyelashes. The thing is, Chanyeol is a practical thinker. If he can win a round of a game and get rid of his morning wood in the process, why not? Saves him time in the shower. He hooks a hand behind Chen's knee and pulls it out from between his legs, pulls it over to the other side.
The squeak with which Chen lands on top of him, spread-legged, is a little bit adorable. And as expected, he's sporting an early-morning hard-on, too. Well, this way Chen will also save time in the shower, Chanyeol thinks as he plants his hands firmly on top of Chen's ass and ruts up against him. He can feel their dicks rubbing against each other. It's kind of gay to dry-hump your best friend but that's why the game is called gay chicken. Still, his ears burn when Chen lifts himself up on his arms that he has on either side of Chanyeol's head and gazes into his eyes, making little sounds of pleasure behind closed lips every time Chanyeol's hips meet his.
Chanyeol feels like he could become transfixed by Chen's stare. He could read a thousand things in Chen's eyes. But the point is, the point is that they're both trying to make a point here, they're both trying to get the upper hand in this game. And anyway, wouldn't it be a bit weird to come while staring into each other's eyes like... lovers, or something? Because Chen is pretty close, Chanyeol can tell from the way his mouth falls open at one point, moans spilling out freely, and the way his movements get jerkier.
And, yeah, Chanyeol is close, too. That's why his heart is speeding up like this. That always happens when he's close.
And he kind of wonders who wins when Chen leans down to stick his tongue into Chanyeol's lips that part in surprise and balances his weight on one arm so he can pull their sleepshorts down with the other and touch their dicks together. Like, skin on skin. He's pretty sure they come at the same time and neither one pulls back. They kind of just keep lying there and skip their morning classes in favour of swapping more saliva.
"It's no big deal," Chanyeol says. "We drink out of the same bottle in the fridge anyway."
"And it's kinda cool," Chen hums and wipes his hand in Chanyeol's hair. "Feels like we both won."
They do show up for lunch, though, to break the news to their friends.
"Doesn't look very antagonistic," Baekhyun remarks with an innocent smile and batted eyelashes before they even reach the table when he sees them holding hands. It ruins the surprise somewhat but Chen and Chanyeol just smile at each other and shrug.
"We're handing Kai the chicken." Chen puts the paper bag they brought with them in front of their friend who's head snaps up as soon as he catches a whiff of the aroma.
"And keeping the gay," Chanyeol finishes, deep voice bubbling with laughter. Chen had agreed to humour Chanyeol's idea that this symbolic transaction marks the end of their game.
Kyungsoo flattens them with a dark look as he momentarily looks up from his book. "Finally."
They all know it's Kyungsoo's special way of congratulating them and wishing them all the best. His major just doesn't leave a lot of room to express joy. They know and understand. Kris is struggling with it, too. Kai on the other hand jumps up and down in his seat, energized by the scent of chicken that arises from the paper bag. "Cool, does that mean I get to play now? Sehun?" His eyes sparkle. Sehun coughs into his soda. "Anyone?" They all busy themselves discreetly with their food. "No one?" Kai's shoulders sag a little. But only a little, as he does a quick headcount and realizes there's someone still missing from their table.
"Hey, where's Suho hyung?"
A slow smirk grows on Baekhyun's face. He points Kai in the direction of the cafeteria line with a fry before popping it into his mouth and watching with rapt attention as Kai grabs his bag full of chicken and bounds across the cafeteria. Chanyeol turns his head with a sense of foreboding.
Seconds later, the clash of a tray falling to the floor resounds in the cafeteria.
More heads turn towards a now empty-handed and very red-faced senior and a puppy-eyed freshman.
Chen uses the distraction to let his fingertip wander slowly up the inner seam of Chanyeol's jeans. Old habits.
Author eoryndal
Rating: pg-13 (more like pg-15 tbh)
Pairing: Chanyeol/Chen
Warnings: There's a bit of dick touching but nothing graphic enough for a higher rating, I think?
Disclaimer: This has nothing to do with a band called ABBA but everything to do with this prompt here for exopromptmeme . No chicken were harmed in the making of this fic.
Summary: Chen and Chanyeol are in college. That doesn't mean they're too old for gay chicken.
It starts with an incident in the cafeteria.
"Can I see your notes? You took some, right?" Chen asks, leaning over Chanyeol. Baekhyun slides his folder further away from him and pops a fry into his mouth. "Maybe." He grins, half-eaten food sticking to his teeth. It's gross and he knows it. "I might have taken notes if you let me have your time slot in the music room."
Chen whines and leans further across Chanyeol's lap, making a grab at the folder Baekhyun holds it out of his reach, laughing. Chen's other hand is digging into Chanyeol's thigh as his weight rests on it. Not that Chen is very heavy but, "dude, put your hand a little higher on my leg and you're squishing my important bits." Chanyeol grumbles. "I'd like to keep them intact."
"Oops." Chen laughs, forgetting all about Baekhyun's notes as the corners of his mouth pull up mischievously. "Wouldn't want to harm your babies. Let me check." His fingertip wander slowly up the inner seam of Chanyeol's jeans. Chanyeol knows a challenge when he sees one and he's not the type to back down, especially not from whatever stupid shit his best friend and room mate pulls, so he stares back at Chen's playful expression with dangerously narrowed eyes.
That is, until those fingers do reach an uncomfortably close proximity to Chanyeol's private parts and he slaps Chen's hand away. "The fuck, man." Baekhyun watches on in unabashed interest, popping fries into his mouth like popcorn. Before Chen can let out the cheeky remark Chanyeol knows he has on the tip of his tongue, an unnerved sigh disrupts them and they both snap their backs straight by force of habit as Kyungsoo's dark gaze lands on them for a second before returning to his book with an offhand remark. "Aren't you too old for gay chicken?"
"Chicken?"
"Kai!" Chanyeol shoves Chen off the side of the bench and offers the spot to his favourite freshman. "Chen was just leaving." Chen, unperturbed and bright, picks himself up and leaves with a little wave, blowing a kiss.
This means war.
"Chenchen," Chanyeol croons as he takes him into a headlock after his weekly music recital. "Your voice was so beautiful today."
Chen narrows his eyes. They glint. "My voice is always beautiful."
After circling his arms around Chanyeol's waist and pressing his body all up against Chanyeol's side, Chen breathes in mock-seduction, "but I sang only for you." Chanyeol releases the headlock in favour of sliding his arm around Chen's shoulders and leaning closer and closer until he can count every single one of Chen's dark eyelashes. They're kinda girly and curled, and Chanyeol would have a field day if he found the eyelash curler he suspects Chen of using.
The more Chanyeol leans in, the more Chen draws back, mouth setting into a grimace of 'ewww' that he can't suppress. Chanyeol supposes he's won this round but he decides to bask in the glory of his victory by adding, in a deep, deep voice. "I want to hear you moaning under me."
"Uh, guys, sorry if I'm interrupting... something. But I kind of have to lock up. Ahaha." Suho stands in the doorway awkwardly, one hand on the light switch, the other held up to show them a bunch of keys. He's pointedly looking past them, opting to re-check whether all visitors have left the by now glaringly empty rinks of chairs in front of the stage.
"We're just playing gay chicken," Chen sing-songs as he bounces past Suho, dragging an equally giddy Chanyeol behind him. Suho just mumbles something unintelligible, tugging on the neckline of his hideous sweater. He looks even more uncomfortable than usual. His face is red. As soon as Chen and Chanyeol are out of earshot, they burst into laughter, high-five each other and sprint down the hall.
But Chanyeol should have known that provoking Chen is like poking a sleeping dragon in the eye.
It's game night at Lu Han's and Xiumin's, their favourite seniors. They already have their own apartment, complete with a PS3 and a great sound system. Chanyeol has just died and is waiting for his character to respawn, as Chen gets maimed by the tail of a dragon beast and dies as well. Chen huffs and pulls off his sweater, leaving him in a white undershirt and his hair sticking up in the back.
"You look a little hot, too." He's grinning at Chanyeol, eyes sparkling in an unspoken challenge. "Nah, I'm good." Chanyeol drawls and leans back, arms spread on the back of the couch. He smirks at Chen, daring him to do something. Chen's flat chicken chest and stick arms don't excite Chanyeol the least bit. He knows he's being cocky but this round will be easy as pie.
Except Chen worms his fingers under the hem of Chanyeol's shirt and slowly, slowly pushes it up his torso, keeping his eyes fixed on Chanyeol's. His fingertips are soft and cool, and Chanyeol welcomes the touch because, yeah, it is quite warm in the apartment. It's only a little weird when Chen's fingers brush over his nipples, and Chen's eyelids lower a bit, and a small smile's playing on his lips, not the usual mischievous one but a smile that looks like he's honestly enjoying this, and his cheeks are a little rosy.
He thumbs over Chanyeol's nipples again, and this time Chanyeol feels it.
Chen's gaze is kind of intense, too.
Chanyeol breaks eye contact to check for his glass on the table but it's still as empty as it has been a minute ago. He swallows. Something to drink would be nice. His throat feels a bit dry.
"What the fuck, Chany-" At Lu Han's cry, Chanyeol's head snaps up to the screen where his character has respawned only to be slain again in exactly the same spot because Chanyeol's controller is lying forgotten on the floor. And then Chanyeol follows Lu Han's line of vision back to where a somewhat undressed Chen is pressed against him, fingers obviously busy under Chanyeol's bunched up shirt.
Lu Han's eyebrow rises up. Minseok drapes himself over Lu Han's shoulder and smiles sweetly. Chen, sticking to Chanyeol's side, looks warm and flushed and small and his hair is messed up and his tongue darts out to wet his parted lips. And leaves them shiny.
Chanyeol croaks.
Chen sits up and grabs his controller at exactly the right time to slay the dragon with one deft stroke.
Chanyeol might have lost the battle.
But he's going to win this war!
The next Monday at lunch break, he cuts into the line behind Chen and nuzzles into his neck. Chen almost drops his tray until he realizes it's only Chanyeol, not some crazy serial killer who's out to get him in broad daylight in the cafeteria of a public college. Hey, you never know. Better safe than sorry. He relaxes against Chanyeol's chest, letting his tall friend walk him forward when the line moves.
Chanyeol lays his hands on Chen's lower stomach, rubs a bit before sliding them down until he can stick them in Chen's front pockets, effectively trapping Chen even as he tries to squirm away from Chanyeol pulling their bodies closer together.
"Park Chanyeol, your lunch is not in my jeans pockets. Go get a tray," Chen gripes, trying to ignore the way Chanyeol's crotch is currently in very intimate contact with his ass. Chanyeol only chuckles into his ear, giving his ass a little thrust with his hips to make him stumble one more step forward.
They're finally at the front of the line and the lady behind the counter asks Chen what she can get him and he places his order.
"Can you make that two?" Chanyeol asks and gives her his best charming smile. It's very effective.
"No," she says, handing Chen his filled plate.
"But then I'll have to eat him." Chanyeol looks at her with big eyes and a pout before leaning down and pointedly nibbling on Chen's neck.
She rolls her eyes, laughs, and puts another filled plate on Chen's tray. Chanyeol notices Chen's hands shaking a little as he hands her his lunch card and the blush on the back of his neck as she swipes the card, hands it back and shoos them away with a wink. Chanyeol totally calls him out on it when they reach their usual table. Sehun laughs with his mouth open. He's eating peas. It's unsightly.
"What's gay chicken?" Kristofer asks.
"Dude," Baekhyun howls in laughter, "you're from Canada, how can you not know what gay chicken is?" When Kris sets his thick eyebrows into a frown and his tiny mouth under his long nose into a pout, Baekhyun only laughs harder, falling into Kai's lap who pats his hair distractedly, probably thinking about his puppies.
As usual, it's Lay who comes to Kris's rescue when no one even thought he was mentally present. His voice does sound airy like he just woke up from a long, complicated, open-eyed dream. "Hmm, gay chicken? Oh, it's this." And he puts a hand up, somewhere in the vicinity of Kris's cheek, leans in slowly, and then blinks in confusion when Kris freezes in his spot and Lay's lips connect with his. Lay's eyebrows knit in vague confusion. "Except you're supposed to pull away."
"Oh. Uh? Sorry. Ah, hah." Kris laughs awkwardly. He wipes his mouth with a paper napkin.
"Don't worry, I have a friend who can control time," Lay says and then he goes off on a tangent about the theory of time travel that has Suho's head lifting in interest while everyone else subtly moves aside because Lay has a habit of transforming everything within his reach into objects to demonstrate his theories. Astrophysics students.
Chanyeol notices that Chen is quiet during the whole lunch break. It's unusual but Chanyeol brushes it aside, not letting worries mar his feeling of triumph. Because he still wants to count this round as a win for him, even though he kind of has to walk around with half a boner for the rest of the day.
As if his dick is staying on the lookout for Chen's surprisingly cushioned behind.
Chanyeol learns that provoking Chen is like poking a sleeping dragon in the eye while at the same time sticking his other hand into the mouth of a crocodile.
This he realizes when he wakes up the next morning with a weight considerably heavier than his fleece blanket on top of him, teeth tugging on his lower lip and a slightly bony knee rubbing his morning wood. To say he's surprised is an understatement. His first instinct is to push Chen off and scramble out of his bed with curses but that would mean he'd lose this round.
He's not sure he can one-up this, though. Because that would mean actually sticking his hands in Chen's pants and kneading his ass directly, like, skin on skin. Or, like, putting Chen's dick in his mouth. That thought is... He quickly starts wondering if the people who invented gay chicken thought someone would have the guts to take it that far.
Chen moves his knee and releases Chanyeol's lip, breath fanning over the swollen part. His pretty eyes are curved in a smile, so close that Chanyeol could continue his counting work of Chen's eyelashes. The thing is, Chanyeol is a practical thinker. If he can win a round of a game and get rid of his morning wood in the process, why not? Saves him time in the shower. He hooks a hand behind Chen's knee and pulls it out from between his legs, pulls it over to the other side.
The squeak with which Chen lands on top of him, spread-legged, is a little bit adorable. And as expected, he's sporting an early-morning hard-on, too. Well, this way Chen will also save time in the shower, Chanyeol thinks as he plants his hands firmly on top of Chen's ass and ruts up against him. He can feel their dicks rubbing against each other. It's kind of gay to dry-hump your best friend but that's why the game is called gay chicken. Still, his ears burn when Chen lifts himself up on his arms that he has on either side of Chanyeol's head and gazes into his eyes, making little sounds of pleasure behind closed lips every time Chanyeol's hips meet his.
Chanyeol feels like he could become transfixed by Chen's stare. He could read a thousand things in Chen's eyes. But the point is, the point is that they're both trying to make a point here, they're both trying to get the upper hand in this game. And anyway, wouldn't it be a bit weird to come while staring into each other's eyes like... lovers, or something? Because Chen is pretty close, Chanyeol can tell from the way his mouth falls open at one point, moans spilling out freely, and the way his movements get jerkier.
And, yeah, Chanyeol is close, too. That's why his heart is speeding up like this. That always happens when he's close.
And he kind of wonders who wins when Chen leans down to stick his tongue into Chanyeol's lips that part in surprise and balances his weight on one arm so he can pull their sleepshorts down with the other and touch their dicks together. Like, skin on skin. He's pretty sure they come at the same time and neither one pulls back. They kind of just keep lying there and skip their morning classes in favour of swapping more saliva.
"It's no big deal," Chanyeol says. "We drink out of the same bottle in the fridge anyway."
"And it's kinda cool," Chen hums and wipes his hand in Chanyeol's hair. "Feels like we both won."
They do show up for lunch, though, to break the news to their friends.
"Doesn't look very antagonistic," Baekhyun remarks with an innocent smile and batted eyelashes before they even reach the table when he sees them holding hands. It ruins the surprise somewhat but Chen and Chanyeol just smile at each other and shrug.
"We're handing Kai the chicken." Chen puts the paper bag they brought with them in front of their friend who's head snaps up as soon as he catches a whiff of the aroma.
"And keeping the gay," Chanyeol finishes, deep voice bubbling with laughter. Chen had agreed to humour Chanyeol's idea that this symbolic transaction marks the end of their game.
Kyungsoo flattens them with a dark look as he momentarily looks up from his book. "Finally."
They all know it's Kyungsoo's special way of congratulating them and wishing them all the best. His major just doesn't leave a lot of room to express joy. They know and understand. Kris is struggling with it, too. Kai on the other hand jumps up and down in his seat, energized by the scent of chicken that arises from the paper bag. "Cool, does that mean I get to play now? Sehun?" His eyes sparkle. Sehun coughs into his soda. "Anyone?" They all busy themselves discreetly with their food. "No one?" Kai's shoulders sag a little. But only a little, as he does a quick headcount and realizes there's someone still missing from their table.
"Hey, where's Suho hyung?"
A slow smirk grows on Baekhyun's face. He points Kai in the direction of the cafeteria line with a fry before popping it into his mouth and watching with rapt attention as Kai grabs his bag full of chicken and bounds across the cafeteria. Chanyeol turns his head with a sense of foreboding.
Seconds later, the clash of a tray falling to the floor resounds in the cafeteria.
More heads turn towards a now empty-handed and very red-faced senior and a puppy-eyed freshman.
Chen uses the distraction to let his fingertip wander slowly up the inner seam of Chanyeol's jeans. Old habits.