Billiards [Oneshot]
Title: Billiards
Pairing: Chen/D.O
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP
Summary: Jongdae makes a bet with Kyungsoo over their game of billiards.
A/N: 2.7k words. Inspired by this quote about the boys playing billiards in their spare time. I apologize to any billiard/pool people, I'm terrible at the game, but I tried to make this realistic. Chensoo is love, even with the current dearth of fanservice. Also, in real life please do not have sex on billiard tables, they aren't meant to carry the weight of a single person, let alone two. A special thank you to prettynintendo who let me bounce ideas off her and wanted some more chensoo. Enjoy!
Part of my Chensoo!au: Gag Order & Small Packages, but each also stands alone.
"Let's make a bet." Jongdae's eyes shone with mischief.
"Why? You’re just going to lose anyways hyung." Kyungsoo kept his face blank even as he felt his blood begin to race. Jongdae never made bets he thought he could not win. He liked his boyfriend for that reason. It was sensible.
"Then you're not chancing anything. Say yes." The kitty corners of Jongdae's lips curled up in a sincere smile.
"Fine."
"Whoever wins gets to fuck the other on this table."
Kyungsoo scowled. "No. I not letting you trick me into fucking up the table."
Jongdae continued to smile back. “I’m just trying to trick you into fucking me on this table. Come on Soo, say yes. I’ve been practicing. You never know.”
Sighing, Kyungsoo agreed. “Fine.” He knew there was no real way out of this and he wanted to play without making a big fuss about it. This only gave him greater reason to win, more so than keeping his undefeated title. The rest of the group would never let him live it down if he lost to Jongdae, only a better player than Jongin.
“Great. I’ll break?” Jongdae rolled the balls in their rack into the starting position on soft, short green velvet. He grabbed a cue stick and chalked the end.
“I’ll give you that hyung. But it’s the only thing you’ll get out of me this game. I’m not going to go easy on you because you’re crap at this.” Kyungsoo already knew the fun of this game was going to be lessened by the bet. The last thing he needed was to go easy on the other and further take away from his amusement.
“I never want you to go easy on me.” Jongdae winked and removed the wooden rack from around the balls. He lined himself up at the center of the table, cue in hand and aimed at the cue ball. “Break!” With that he hit the cue ball hard with his cue and sent the cue ball flying. It crashed into the others, sending colorful balls everywhere. The bright red 3 ball bounced off the back rail and into a middle pocket. “Yes! Lucky number 3. I’m solids Soo, so you’re all stripes tonight.” With another wink Jongdae leaned over the table once more, lining up the cue ball with the purple 4 and taking a shot. The cue ball barely glanced the other and Jongdae swore under his breath. “I guess you’re shooter now.”
“Thank you.” Kyungsoo rubbed the chalk on the end of his cue a little too harshly but gave Jongdae a strained smile. He had actually managed to hit a ball. That was new. Taking a deep breath Kyungsoo lined himself and his cue ball up with cue ball at an angle. Smoothly, he sent the white ball spinning and it hit the orange striped 13 ball where it ricocheted off the side rail and into a corner pocket. Smiling to himself, Kyungsoo chose his next target. The orange 13 ball. It would need to be hit from an angle to line up with a corner pocket. He could do it. Chalking his tip once more he bent over the opposite side of the table, biting his bottom lip in concentration. Just before he was going to hit the cue ball he felt Jongdae plaster himself along his back. “What are you doing? This is considered cheating, if that concerns you at all.”
“It doesn’t.” Warm breath tickled the back of his neck. “I just couldn’t help myself. You look so sexy when you’re concentrating. Warm hands snuck around Kyungsoo’s waist and stroked at where his shirt had risen up while bending over.
“Don’t. Just control yourself for a half hour, Jongdae.” Holding in a moan at the enticing touch, Kyungsoo’s tone came out unintentionally harsh. Jongdae pulled away, Kyungsoo just knew he was pouting, and his back felt cold without the heat of the other. Taking a deep breath Kyungsoo refocused on the billiards table and realigned his shot. He knew he could make it. With two loud sounds of the cue hitting a ball and then two balls coming together Kyungsoo smiled and the 13 rolled slowly into the corner pocket he was aiming for. Finally looking at the other male in the room, he found him unsmiling. “I’m not going to let you cheat, and I am definitely not going to let you win.”
Jongdae huffed. “Whatever. Just keep playing. Miss on this one, I want to shoot too.”
Kyungsoo refused to listen. He lined up with the cue ball for his next shot and sent the yellow 9 ball into the corner pocket next to him. Ignoring the “humf” behind him his next shot sent the blue 10 into a pocket of its own. It was only when he tried for the purple 12 that he hit the cue ball too hard and missed his target, sending the 12 off into the center of the table rather than into a pocket.
Jongdae pushed away from the wall he had propped himself against and grabbed the chalk. “Finally. My turn.” He lined up an easy shot, sending the blue 2 ball easily into a corner pocket. His next target was the green 6 and Jongdae only managed to get it centimeters away from the pocket he was aiming for. “Damn.”
Kyungsoo patted his back condescendingly. “At least you’ve made two already.”
“Fuck you.”
“No. I think I intend to fuck you.” Face blank Kyungsoo ignored the colorful language Jongdae had for him under his breath. He had the 12 to deal with; Jongdae could wait. On his shot he got the purple ball in but the cue ball followed it and he swore.
“Thanks, Soo.” Suddenly cheerful, Jongdae plucked the white ball from the pocket his had gone into and placed on the table in a very advantageous spot. Kyungsoo was not worried. He only had to make four more successful shots while Jongdae needed six. With a clack and a tap of balls coming together Jongdae sent the yellow 1 into a side pocket. It was his next shot that also sent the purple 4 into a corner pocket that had Kyungsoo worried. Jongdae was much better than the last time they had played. They were tied now and Jongdae was still shooter.
“You’ve gotten better.”
“Don’t try and distract me.” Jongdae was lining up his next shot, close to Kyungsoo and the younger was distracted enough by the shapely ass wiggling in his direction that he missed Jongdae missing his shot completely. “Fuck. It’s your turn again.” Jongdae thrust the chalk at Kyungsoo angrily and the Kyungsoo shook his head. There was no point to focus on Jongdae’s ass yet. He still had to win.
“Thanks.” He used the chalk and set it down, his sights on the table and not on Jongdae. Biting his lip he considered what to do next. Deciding, he moved around the table he paused at Jongdae’s side to give the other a peck on the cheek. “Either way, it’s been a pretty good game, ok?” Jongdae huffed but smiled slightly at him.
“Just play already.”
Kyungsoo did just that. He narrowed his eyes and used his cue to carefully send the cue ball flying, jumping over the black 8 ball and knocking the red 15 into the side of the table where it rolled easily into a pocket, the cue ball stopping just at the edge. It was a good shot and he was proud. Jongdae “humphed” again but he ignored it. His next shot had the red 11 ball in a pocket. Now all he needed was the green 14 ball and the 8 ball, in that order, and he would win. Moving carefully around the table he grabbed the chalk and re-chalked the end of his cue stick. Kyungsoo lined up with the 14 ball and made it, muttering a quiet “yes!” under his breath. He turned to Jongdae. “Ready to lose?”
“I am.” Jongdae was smiling widely and that was never good for Kyungsoo.
“Ok…” Not knowing how to respond, Kyungsoo went back to the game. It was easy for him to sink the black 8 ball into a pocket and then he knew he had won. “I win.” Kyungsoo turned around to see Jongdae dropping his shirt on the floor, exposing the new muscles of his chest, stomach, and arms he had been working so hard on. “Jongdae?”
“I’m just fulfilling my end of the bet.” He smirked and shucked off his pants and underwear at the same time, but not before pulling something from his pocket. Hopping up on the side of the billiards table Jongdae pulled each sock off, leaving himself naked. He twisted and knocked the rest of the balls into whichever pocket they were closest to.
“On the table, really? I won, I want to take you on a bed.” Kyungsoo frowned despite the sight in front of him. Jongdae teased at his own nipples, cock beginning to harden between his legs. Kyungsoo could feel his own blood rushing southwards.
“Nope. That’s not the bet we made. Come on, take off your clothes already.” Jongdae’s hands moved to his cock, slowly stroking with one while the other pulled back his foreskin, and traced over the exposed tip. His breath caught and Kyungsoo gave in. He removed his shirt and pants, dropping them on the floor and kicked away his house slippers.
Kyungsoo moved to the edge of the table and grabbed Jongdae’s ankle, giving it a tug. “Come here, to the edge. I won, we’re doing this my way.”
Eyes already dialating with want Jongdae shifted towards the other, his ass on the edge and feet up, exposing himself completely to Kyungsoo’s gaze. “Yes sir. Here you go.” Into Kyungsoo’s hand was pushed a travel tube of lubrication, Jongdae’s favorite, and a condom. “I came ready.”
“You knew you were going to lose.” His tone accusatory, Kyungsoo pushed Jongdae on the chest with one hand, making him fall back onto his elbows.
“It wasn’t likely I was going to win the game, but I think I’m winning now.” Jongdae’s laugh fills the room and makes Kyungsoo want to get back at him. Kyungsoo let him laugh as he silently opened the lube and slicked up his fingers. The first press of his knuckle all the way in had the laugh dying into a moan. “Soo…”
“I won. Leave it at that and let me claim my prize.” Kyungsoo worked his finger in, twisting it and opening Jongdae up for him. The press of a second finger had Jongdae moaning out his name and gasping as he stretched them apart.
"Fuck me already Soo." Jongdae was panting, eyes glazed with lust as he lifted his head to look at his boyfriend.
"Fine." Kyungsoo knew he could take it. It only took him a moment to shove his boxer briefs to his thighs and have the condom opened, rolled on, and slicked with extra lube. Kyungsoo's small hands tugged Jongdae's ass so it just hung over the wooden edge of the table. He pushed up on the undersides of Jongdae’s full thighs. “Hold these.”
"Yes sir." Jongdae held his thighs under his knees and spread them even further apart. Between the other's words and the site of him open like that, vulnerable, just for him had him groaning out the other's name.
"Jongdae, fuck. You look perfect like this." A hand at the base of his hard cock, Kyungsoo dragged the covered tip over Jongdae’s hole.
“Please.” Kyungsoo let the head slip in, just past the glans and then pulled out, dragging the tip up and over Jongdae’s perineum. With a harsh thump Jongdae’s head flew back and a moan was dragged from his lips. Kyungsoo repeated the motion and Jongdae’s fingers clenched harder around where he was holding them open. “Good, please.” Jongdae’s sob was what Kyungsoo really wanted to hear.
“Yes.” Kyungsoo slowly pressed in, not pausing until he was fully seated inside Jongdae’s rounded ass. “You feel so good hyung.” He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Jongdae’s muscles clenching tightly around him and pull him impossibly further in. With a deep breath he pulled out and then slammed back in, drawing a cry from Jongdae. Repeating the motion with a smirk, Kyungsoo began to start a slow pace, pulling out with a slow drag of his cock against Jongdae’s rim and then swiftly pressing back in. While unable to kiss Jongdae with him like this Kyungsoo still bent over the other and licked a swath over one of Jongdae's nipple, gaining a keen from the other. He repeated the action on his next thrust in and Jongdae panted out his name.
"Soo. Kyungsoo. Please, more." Kyungsoo smirked wickedly into Jongdae's chest and nipped harshly at the pointed bud he had been mouthing at. Jongdae screamed and arched his back, pushing his chest further into Kyungsoo's mouth and his ass back on to his cock. Suddenly the younger pulled away completely from his lover. Jongdae sobbed and let go of his legs to reach out for him. "No, Soo, please."
"Get up there on your knees." Smiling, Kyungsoo watched as Jongdae unfolded stiff legs and shakily turned and moved to the middle of the green table before rolling into his front and pushing up onto his hands and knees. "Just like that." Kyungsoo shed his underwear and threw them in the corner of the table before climbing on and getting behind Jongdae. "Perfect hyung, perfect." Kyungsoo ran a small hand lovingly down over the swell of Jongdae's ass and over the taught skin of the back of his thigh, feeling the restless hum of energy Jongdae always seems to have just under his skin.
"Hurry, come on Soo." Jongdae arched his head back and over his shoulder to throw a heated look at the other, begging him to keep going. Kyungsoo finally complied, lining himself up and pushing in easily. He wasted no time teasing now, instead immediately settling into a punishing pace, his bony hips digging into the flesh of Jongdae's ass. "Fuck!" Jongdae fell forward, his arms giving out. The undersides of his forearms kept his face from hitting the table but he was forced to deal with the added sensation of the velvet of the table top rubbing against his skin.
"Touch yourself." Kyungsoo angled his hips to the spot he knew Jongdae craved. He leaned over the lithe back in front of him, sucking a mark into the pretty, pale skin at the base of Jongdae’s neck. He could feel Jongdae shifting under him as he continued to fuck into him. Kyungsoo moved to an unmarked patch of skin and Jongdae moaned. His hand began to jack his achingly hard cock beneath him at a counter rhythm to Kyungsoo’s hips.
“Soo, I’m coming.” Jongdae was panting, thrusting best as he could back into Kyungsoo’s movements. Kyungsoo bit down on the skin in his mouth and Jongdae keened. Kyungsoo groaned and he swore as Jongdae came, walls clenching down on him. It only took a dozen more strokes of Kyungsoo’s hips for him to come as well, filling the condom and collapsing forward on top of Jongdae’s prone form, hands stroking over the skin of Jongdae’s hips that would inevitably bruise.
Catching his breath, Kyungsoo rolled to the side and Jongdae followed, settling his head on Kyungsoo’s narrow chest. “You fucking tricked me hyung. The table’s ruined now.” In his afterglow, Kyungsoo could not find it within himself to actually be angry. But he did not envy how Junmyeon was going to explain this to their managers.
Jongdae yawned, throwing a leg over Kyungsoo. “Its’k.” He yawned again and his words began to slur as sleep wrapped it tendrils around him. “Baek has ta clean it. Made a bet. I won, Soo. Ya fucked me on th’precious table.”
Despite his exhaustion, Kyungsoo broke into choking laughter. Jongdae really was the best.
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