The Bet [oneshot]
Title: The Bet
Author: ixjaydee
Rating: NC - 17
Pairing: Sungyeol/Hoya
Genre: Smut, crack, what-have-you
Disclaimer: If only. If only. Lol
Summary: Hoya doesn’t like to lose, and Sungyeol is just weird. What better way to settle a bet than a game of gay chicken?
AN;; So. Sort of a sidestory to Hey Mami, You Sexy. You don’t need to read it to understand what’s going on here. What in the world am I writing? I’m sorry Infinite fandom ;~; I keep setting myself up for sidestories and sequels. I think I'll just make this a whole Hey Mami 'verse. Omg. Why.
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The Bet
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Hoya didn’t like the look that Sungyeol was giving him from across the dorm. It was nothing more than staring, but it was kind of creepy, and almost as if he were accusing him of something. And he was always eating something. Sometimes, if Hoya looked up and saw him staring at him, Sungyeol would chew slowly once or twice before stopping completely and just stare back.
Needless to say, it was creeping him out.
“Sungyeol! Seriously! What is your problem?” Sungyeol had appeared next to him out of nowhere on the couch while Hoya was watching TV.
“You know what I want,” Sungyeol said as his eyes narrowed. He stared down Hoya, who was still very creeped out, but it didn’t stop him from trying to be funny.
“What? My body?” Sungyeol leaned in closer until Hoya yelled and jumped off of the couch.
“What’s the matter? Chicken?” He smirked before laying down on the couch with a smile on his face. He reached for the remote and casually changed the channel.
“Uh. No. I am not a chicken. Give me that.” Hoya snatched the remote away from Sungyeol and changed it back to the channel he was watching.
“Looks like it since you jumped away from me pretty fast. And no, I don’t want your body, I wany my money from the bet we made last week.” Oh, right, the bet, Hoya thought to himself, running a hand through his hair.
He and Sungyeol made a bet about who topped in Dongwoo and Myungsoo’s relationship. Anyone with an eye could see that Myungsoo was ready to jump Dongwoo and have his way with him. Plus, Dongwoo made a pretty hot girl, so it was natural for him to assume that he would bottom.
When he asked Myungsoo who topped and got that they switched was as an answer, he knew Sungyeol wouldn’t let it go, because technically, he was still right. Technically, they were both right, so Hoya didn’t owe him any money.
Then Sungyeol went into how Dongwoo topped for their shower sex so he should get the money anyway, and it was just one big mess that Hoya had hoped that Sungyeol would forget. But obviously not.
“Whatever! I still think I don’t owe you any money since we were both right, but to get you to stop being such a creeper, let’s just settle this with rock, paper, scissors.” Sungyeol sighed before sitting up on the couch again.
“We always do rock, paper, scissors. Let’s try something else.” Sungyeol stared off into the distance for a moment, making weird faces before coming to a conclusion.
“Let’s play gay chicken!”
“Gay chicken? What the hell?”
“What, scared you’ll lose?”
“No! Why gay chicken of all things?”
“You have a better idea?”
“No... I just...” Hoya sat down beside Sungyeol.
“Besides, this should be easy for you, right? Getting a boner for Dongwoo in the middle of dance practice.” It was Hoya’s turn to blush slightly as he shoved Sungyeol away from him.
“It was morning wood!”
“At one in the afternoon?” Hoya knew he was fighting a losing battle, so he just rolled his eyes and scooted closer to Sungyeol.
Sungyeol smirked and moved closer first, his face barely an inch away from Hoya’s face. Hoya moved forward ever so slightly. Sungyeol leaned in even closer, tilting his head. The remote fell from Hoya’s hand without him even realizing it.
“Uh. You guys. What are you doing?” Sunggyu asked, walking into the room. He looked towards the TV then to the two boys nearly kissing on the couch.
“Gay chicken. What does it look like?” Sungyeol said, not moving his face away from Hoya. Hoya could feel Sungyeol’s breath on his cheek.
“There’s a much easier way to fight for what channel to watch. You could’ve just played rock, paper, scissors.”
“Oh, no. This is for the money he owes me.”
“I see...” Sunggyu said, drumming his fingers on the arm of the couch. “Well. I’m going to go back to the room and pretend I didn’t see this. I don’t even know what to do about this.” Woohyun stepped out of their shared bedroom to grin at Sungyeol and Hoya.
“Gay chicken? Dang. Remember that one time we played gay chicken, Sunggyu? Except it wasn’t so much gay chicken as an excuse to make out. Your face was so red by the time we were done-”
“And that’s enough from you.” Sunggyu shoved Woohyun back into the bedroom and closed the door behind them, leaving Sungyeol and Hoya no closer and no farther than they were before.
“Where’s everyone else?” Hoya asked, going cross-eyed from looking at Sungyeol.
“Does it matter?” Sungyeol moved closer ever so slightly. Hoya felt their lips touch for the briefest moment as his eyelashes fluttered.
“Oh. So you close your eyes when you kiss. How romantic.” With each word Sungyeol said, Hoya felt their lips brush together.
“Would you just shut up?”
“Make me.” Sungyeol’s lips pulled into a smirk as Hoya leaned forward to close whatever miniscule distance was left between them.
Their lips moved together as Sungyeol unconsciously moved onto Hoya's lap, and Hoya unconsciously wrapped his arms around Sungyeol's waist. It was sloppy kissing, tongue everywhere, but neither of them really cared.
“Hey, Sungyeol. I found your- OH. Okay. Sorry. I’m gonna-” Sungjong disappeared back to wherever he came from. Hoya’s eyes snapped open as he abruptly pulled back from Sungyeol, blinking rapidly for a moment.
Sungyeol’s lips were still parted, eyes clouded with lust. He looked down to see himself sitting on Hoya’s lap before shaking his head and sliding off to the couch.
“So... who wins?” Hoya asked, breaking the awkward silence.
“I think it’s a draw. I’m gonna go use the bathroom.”
“Not if I beat you to it.” The two boys scrambled over each other to the bathroom. Hoya managed to make it in there first, slamming the door shut and locking it. Sungyeol stood outside fuming.
“Yeah! You would be good at getting to the bathroom first!”
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Sungyeol was a little more than distracted during dance practice. His movements were still in time with everyone else, but he had that look on his face that said his mind was somewhere else. Hoya snuck glances at him whenever he could, wondering what he could possibly be thinking about.
Things didn’t go downhill until practice started to end. Sungyeol messed up the entire last half of the song.
Their choreographer scolded him so bad, punishing him after practice. Sungyeol sighed as he kneeled in the middle of the practice room, arms out in front of him. Hoya stuck his head into the practice room, towel around his neck.
The rest of the guys had gone home already. Hoya wasn’t sure why he volunteered to stay back and keep Sungyeol company, but he did.
“How much longer do you have?”
“Fifteen minutes.”
When the choreographer stepped in again, Hoya was half asleep on the bench while Sungyeol kneeled, arms out. “Alright. You’re done. Next time, keep your head here.”
Sungyeol immediately dropped his arms and groaned, rubbing at his shoulders. His knees were pretty sore now too. Hoya rubbed at his eyes as he sat up, staring at Sungyeol in the middle of the room.
“Ready to go?”
“Yeah, let me just...” Sungyeol tried to stand up, but his knees gave out from underneath him. Hoya hurried over to him as Sungyeol rubbed at his legs.
“Sorry, they fell asleep.” Hoya sighed as he sat down next to Sungyeol.
“What’ve you been thinking about all day? You haven’t even been giving me your creep stares.” Sungyeol just shrugged his shoulders, grimacing slightly from how sore they were.
“I’m just out of it today.” Hoya pushed himself backwards with his legs before scooting behind Sungyeol and reaching out to massage his shoulders.
Sungyeol groaned in appreciation, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. Hoya cleared his throat and patted his shoulders twice before scooting back.
“We should probably get going,” Hoya said, falling back onto his back. Sungyeol flipped over and crawled up his body until he was leaning over him, face to face.
“I lied. I was thinking about our gay chicken kiss.” Sungyeol brought his face closer to Hoya’s.
“What about it? I’m a good kisser right?” Hoya asked, unfazed. Deep down he was thinking of pushing Sungyeol away and running away and hiding until their manager came to pick them up.
Another part of him though, was twitching with anticipation. Damn him and his libido.
“What was it about Dongwoo that turned you on that day? You don’t usually...” Sungyeol slipped a hand underneath Hoya’s shirt and played around with the waistband of his pants. He could feel Hoya’s muscles tensing under his cold fingers.
“Sungyeol, what are you doing?”
“Obviously winning this game of gay chicken,” he said with a smirk before moving to press kisses against Hoya’s jawline.
“Sungyeol-” He was cut off when Sungyeol moved down to his neck and starting nipping at the conjuncture of his neck and shoulder. Hoya inadvertantly arched up, enabling Sungyeol to start pulling his shirt off.
“I don’t think this is the best place for this,” Hoya managed to gasp out as Sungyeol lightly traced Hoya’s abs.
“Where else could we do this? The van? The dorm?” Sungyeol brought his hips down to grind into Hoya’s. Hoya hissed, reaching up to grab Sungyeol’s shoulders.
“The bathroom.”
“Everyone does it in the bathroom. I’m kinda scared to use it actually, after walking in on Woohyun and Sunggyu once...” Sungyeol started to move farther down, licking little patterns into Hoya’s skin as Hoya propped himself up onto his elbows to watch.
By the time Sungyeol got to his waistband, there was nothing hidden behind them. Sungyeol smirked before nuzzling his face into the heat, causing Hoya to throw his head back with a moan.
“Could you just do it already?” Sungyeol raised an eyebrow before reaching up with his long fingers and pulling his sweats down. Hoya swallowed as Sungyeol licked a stripe up, tongue lingering on the head until he took him slowly into his mouth, covering what he couldn’t fit with his hand.
“Oh. My. God. Yeol, Yeol. I can’t. Oh my god.” Sungyeol chuckled around him, sending vibrations that nearly made him cum right on the spot. He swirled his tongue around before starting a slow pace, glancing up to see Hoya’s lips moving wordlessly.
Sungyeol stopped for a second, taking his hand off. Hoya made a strangled cry before Sungyeol took his all the way in, trying to relax as he hit the back of his throat. By now, Hoya had lost all semblance of sanity and tried to buck up into Sungyeol’s mouth.
Making a sound of disapproval, he reached up to hold Hoya’s hips down before starting a faster pace. “Yeol, I can’t, I can’t-” He came as soon as Sungyeol let go of his hips, allowing him to buck up into his mouth.
Sungyeol milked him for whatever he had, licking his swollen lips that turn into a grin. “Better than your hand right?” he asked, crawling back up Hoya’s body.
“Fuck. Are you kidding me?” Hoya laid breathless on the ground for a moment before his attention turned back to Sungyeol. “But... what about you?”
“What about me?”
“Can’t just leave you like that...”
“Have you ever watched gay porn before?”
“No! Why would I?”
“Who would top? Me or you?” Hoya was silent.
“They way I think of it, if I topped, then you would probably be limping for dance practice tomorrow. If you topped, I would probably be limping and get punished again since I already got in trouble today. And you’re already naked so...” Hoya didn’t meet Sungyeol’s grin.
“There’s lotion in my bag.” Sungyeol laughed as he got off of Hoya, pulling his shirt off and throwing it into the pile of clothes.
“Oh ho ho! I thought you said you didn’t watch gay porn!”
“I’ve read stuff, okay?! I get curious.” Sungyeol searched through Hoya’s bag until he found the lotion. He flipped the cap open and smelled it before kneeling down in front of Hoya.
“I didn’t know you liked flowery stuff.” He coated his fingers with the lotion to warm it up a little bit before leaning over Hoya.
“It smells nice. Don’t hate.” Sungyeol grinned before capturing his lips in a kiss. It was slow, languid. He swiped his tongue over Hoya’s bottom lip before sucking on it. Hoya groaned, digging his nails into Sungyeol’s shoulders slightly when Sungyeol pressed a finger against him.
Sungyeol moved his finger in and out slowly, letting Hoya get adjusted. Hoya let his fingers move over Sungyeol's smooth skin, trying to distracting himself of the foreign feeling.
When Hoya finally stopped tensing beneath him, Sungyeol slipped in another finger along with his tongue into his mouth. Hoya made a sound of protest, scrunching up his face. Sungyeol’s tongue found its way to his before moving across the roof of his mouth.
The strange tickling sensation took his mind off of things going on down below. After Hoya finally started to kiss back again, Sungyeol started to scissor his fingers, careful not to stretch him too fast.
He must have been doing something right because Hoya suddenly bucked up beneath him, his eyes rolling back into his head, breaking their kiss. “Yeol, oh my god. What was that? Do it again, just do it again.”
Sungyeol smiled at the nickname before searching for that spot inside of him again. Hoya let out a throaty moan when he did, gripping Sungyeol’s shoulders again. Sungyeol kept a finger pressed to his prostate before inserting a third finger.
“Oh my god, Yeol, what-”
“Shh, just a little bit more.” Sungyeol pressed kisses to his lips and his chin before moving to his neck. He could feel Hoya’s chest heaving as he pumped his fingers in and out of him.
“Yeol, come on. How long have you been doing this?” Hoya asked through gritted teeth.
“I just don’t wanna hurt you,” he murmured into his neck. When Hoya relaxed beneath him again, Sungyeol removed his fingers and ripped his pants off.
“Tear away pants. Handy,” he said as he positioned himself in front of Hoya. Hoya gulped as Sungyeol placed his hands on his hips after covering himself with lotion.
“Ready?” Hoya nodded, biting onto his bottom lip. Sungyeol pushed forward, even so slightly and gently. Hoya’s fingers dug into Sungyeol’s hands on his hips.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Just. Go.” Sungyeol pushed in until he was all the way inside of Hoya.
“Oh. My god,” he breathed, reaching up to push some of his hair away from his face so he could see Hoya’s face.
“Move,” he whined, shaking his hips slightly. Sungyeol didn’t need any more encouragement. His pace started slow with a rhythm until Hoya made a noise that sent all of Sungyeol’s sanity out the window.
“God, yes, Yeol, right there, right there!” He arched up again, pulling at Sungyeol’s arms to try to get him closer. Sungyeol fell over him, thrusting his hips erratically until he came with a low cry.
Hoya came soon after he did, for the second time. Sungyeol took deep breaths to calm his heart before halfheartedly reaching for Hoya’s towel, which was just barely out of his reach. He reached out farther, ignoring the sliding sensation between their stomachs before wiping them clean.
“So we just had gay sex.”
“As opposed to straight sex? I think it works the same either way.”
“So... who wins?” Sungyeol sighed and buried his face into Hoya’s chest. Of course it would be the only thing that Hoya would be thinking of after something like that. Sungyeol grinned as he closed his eyes, throwing his arm around Hoya’s stomach while Hoya wrapped an arm around Sungyeol’s waist.
“You know. I just realized it’s kind of pointless to play gay chicken if both of us like boys.”
“Guess we’ll just have to keep playing until someone loses,” Hoya said with a grin.
“Hey, the manager sent me- OH MY GOD. Put some clothes on! My eyes! Goddamnit, is no place sacred here? Why me?” Sunggyu howled as he slammed the door closed, letting the two scramble to put their clothes back on and somehow fix their hair.
“You know, I think he walks in on other people just as often as we walk in on him and Woohyun.”
“It’s never Woohyun, though. Always him. Hey, I think we have the wrong shirts on,” Hoya said, pointing at his shirt hanging loosely on Sungyeol’s thin frame.
“Eh. Whatever. Let them imagine.”
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The next day at dance practice, Hoya was limping slightly and his movements weren’t as sharp.
“Hoya? What’s going on?”
“I... slept weird,” he said sheepishly, glancing slightly towards Sungyeol.
“You mean you slept with something weird,” Dongwoo said under his breath. Woohyun was the first one to burst out in laughter, followed by Dongwoo. Myungsoo rolled his eyes and leaned over to punch Dongwoo’s arm with a smile on his face.
Sunggyu buried his face into his hands.
Author: ixjaydee
Rating: NC - 17
Pairing: Sungyeol/Hoya
Genre: Smut, crack, what-have-you
Disclaimer: If only. If only. Lol
Summary: Hoya doesn’t like to lose, and Sungyeol is just weird. What better way to settle a bet than a game of gay chicken?
AN;; So. Sort of a sidestory to Hey Mami, You Sexy. You don’t need to read it to understand what’s going on here. What in the world am I writing? I’m sorry Infinite fandom ;~; I keep setting myself up for sidestories and sequels. I think I'll just make this a whole Hey Mami 'verse. Omg. Why.
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The Bet
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Hoya didn’t like the look that Sungyeol was giving him from across the dorm. It was nothing more than staring, but it was kind of creepy, and almost as if he were accusing him of something. And he was always eating something. Sometimes, if Hoya looked up and saw him staring at him, Sungyeol would chew slowly once or twice before stopping completely and just stare back.
Needless to say, it was creeping him out.
“Sungyeol! Seriously! What is your problem?” Sungyeol had appeared next to him out of nowhere on the couch while Hoya was watching TV.
“You know what I want,” Sungyeol said as his eyes narrowed. He stared down Hoya, who was still very creeped out, but it didn’t stop him from trying to be funny.
“What? My body?” Sungyeol leaned in closer until Hoya yelled and jumped off of the couch.
“What’s the matter? Chicken?” He smirked before laying down on the couch with a smile on his face. He reached for the remote and casually changed the channel.
“Uh. No. I am not a chicken. Give me that.” Hoya snatched the remote away from Sungyeol and changed it back to the channel he was watching.
“Looks like it since you jumped away from me pretty fast. And no, I don’t want your body, I wany my money from the bet we made last week.” Oh, right, the bet, Hoya thought to himself, running a hand through his hair.
He and Sungyeol made a bet about who topped in Dongwoo and Myungsoo’s relationship. Anyone with an eye could see that Myungsoo was ready to jump Dongwoo and have his way with him. Plus, Dongwoo made a pretty hot girl, so it was natural for him to assume that he would bottom.
When he asked Myungsoo who topped and got that they switched was as an answer, he knew Sungyeol wouldn’t let it go, because technically, he was still right. Technically, they were both right, so Hoya didn’t owe him any money.
Then Sungyeol went into how Dongwoo topped for their shower sex so he should get the money anyway, and it was just one big mess that Hoya had hoped that Sungyeol would forget. But obviously not.
“Whatever! I still think I don’t owe you any money since we were both right, but to get you to stop being such a creeper, let’s just settle this with rock, paper, scissors.” Sungyeol sighed before sitting up on the couch again.
“We always do rock, paper, scissors. Let’s try something else.” Sungyeol stared off into the distance for a moment, making weird faces before coming to a conclusion.
“Let’s play gay chicken!”
“Gay chicken? What the hell?”
“What, scared you’ll lose?”
“No! Why gay chicken of all things?”
“You have a better idea?”
“No... I just...” Hoya sat down beside Sungyeol.
“Besides, this should be easy for you, right? Getting a boner for Dongwoo in the middle of dance practice.” It was Hoya’s turn to blush slightly as he shoved Sungyeol away from him.
“It was morning wood!”
“At one in the afternoon?” Hoya knew he was fighting a losing battle, so he just rolled his eyes and scooted closer to Sungyeol.
Sungyeol smirked and moved closer first, his face barely an inch away from Hoya’s face. Hoya moved forward ever so slightly. Sungyeol leaned in even closer, tilting his head. The remote fell from Hoya’s hand without him even realizing it.
“Uh. You guys. What are you doing?” Sunggyu asked, walking into the room. He looked towards the TV then to the two boys nearly kissing on the couch.
“Gay chicken. What does it look like?” Sungyeol said, not moving his face away from Hoya. Hoya could feel Sungyeol’s breath on his cheek.
“There’s a much easier way to fight for what channel to watch. You could’ve just played rock, paper, scissors.”
“Oh, no. This is for the money he owes me.”
“I see...” Sunggyu said, drumming his fingers on the arm of the couch. “Well. I’m going to go back to the room and pretend I didn’t see this. I don’t even know what to do about this.” Woohyun stepped out of their shared bedroom to grin at Sungyeol and Hoya.
“Gay chicken? Dang. Remember that one time we played gay chicken, Sunggyu? Except it wasn’t so much gay chicken as an excuse to make out. Your face was so red by the time we were done-”
“And that’s enough from you.” Sunggyu shoved Woohyun back into the bedroom and closed the door behind them, leaving Sungyeol and Hoya no closer and no farther than they were before.
“Where’s everyone else?” Hoya asked, going cross-eyed from looking at Sungyeol.
“Does it matter?” Sungyeol moved closer ever so slightly. Hoya felt their lips touch for the briefest moment as his eyelashes fluttered.
“Oh. So you close your eyes when you kiss. How romantic.” With each word Sungyeol said, Hoya felt their lips brush together.
“Would you just shut up?”
“Make me.” Sungyeol’s lips pulled into a smirk as Hoya leaned forward to close whatever miniscule distance was left between them.
Their lips moved together as Sungyeol unconsciously moved onto Hoya's lap, and Hoya unconsciously wrapped his arms around Sungyeol's waist. It was sloppy kissing, tongue everywhere, but neither of them really cared.
“Hey, Sungyeol. I found your- OH. Okay. Sorry. I’m gonna-” Sungjong disappeared back to wherever he came from. Hoya’s eyes snapped open as he abruptly pulled back from Sungyeol, blinking rapidly for a moment.
Sungyeol’s lips were still parted, eyes clouded with lust. He looked down to see himself sitting on Hoya’s lap before shaking his head and sliding off to the couch.
“So... who wins?” Hoya asked, breaking the awkward silence.
“I think it’s a draw. I’m gonna go use the bathroom.”
“Not if I beat you to it.” The two boys scrambled over each other to the bathroom. Hoya managed to make it in there first, slamming the door shut and locking it. Sungyeol stood outside fuming.
“Yeah! You would be good at getting to the bathroom first!”
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Sungyeol was a little more than distracted during dance practice. His movements were still in time with everyone else, but he had that look on his face that said his mind was somewhere else. Hoya snuck glances at him whenever he could, wondering what he could possibly be thinking about.
Things didn’t go downhill until practice started to end. Sungyeol messed up the entire last half of the song.
Their choreographer scolded him so bad, punishing him after practice. Sungyeol sighed as he kneeled in the middle of the practice room, arms out in front of him. Hoya stuck his head into the practice room, towel around his neck.
The rest of the guys had gone home already. Hoya wasn’t sure why he volunteered to stay back and keep Sungyeol company, but he did.
“How much longer do you have?”
“Fifteen minutes.”
When the choreographer stepped in again, Hoya was half asleep on the bench while Sungyeol kneeled, arms out. “Alright. You’re done. Next time, keep your head here.”
Sungyeol immediately dropped his arms and groaned, rubbing at his shoulders. His knees were pretty sore now too. Hoya rubbed at his eyes as he sat up, staring at Sungyeol in the middle of the room.
“Ready to go?”
“Yeah, let me just...” Sungyeol tried to stand up, but his knees gave out from underneath him. Hoya hurried over to him as Sungyeol rubbed at his legs.
“Sorry, they fell asleep.” Hoya sighed as he sat down next to Sungyeol.
“What’ve you been thinking about all day? You haven’t even been giving me your creep stares.” Sungyeol just shrugged his shoulders, grimacing slightly from how sore they were.
“I’m just out of it today.” Hoya pushed himself backwards with his legs before scooting behind Sungyeol and reaching out to massage his shoulders.
Sungyeol groaned in appreciation, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. Hoya cleared his throat and patted his shoulders twice before scooting back.
“We should probably get going,” Hoya said, falling back onto his back. Sungyeol flipped over and crawled up his body until he was leaning over him, face to face.
“I lied. I was thinking about our gay chicken kiss.” Sungyeol brought his face closer to Hoya’s.
“What about it? I’m a good kisser right?” Hoya asked, unfazed. Deep down he was thinking of pushing Sungyeol away and running away and hiding until their manager came to pick them up.
Another part of him though, was twitching with anticipation. Damn him and his libido.
“What was it about Dongwoo that turned you on that day? You don’t usually...” Sungyeol slipped a hand underneath Hoya’s shirt and played around with the waistband of his pants. He could feel Hoya’s muscles tensing under his cold fingers.
“Sungyeol, what are you doing?”
“Obviously winning this game of gay chicken,” he said with a smirk before moving to press kisses against Hoya’s jawline.
“Sungyeol-” He was cut off when Sungyeol moved down to his neck and starting nipping at the conjuncture of his neck and shoulder. Hoya inadvertantly arched up, enabling Sungyeol to start pulling his shirt off.
“I don’t think this is the best place for this,” Hoya managed to gasp out as Sungyeol lightly traced Hoya’s abs.
“Where else could we do this? The van? The dorm?” Sungyeol brought his hips down to grind into Hoya’s. Hoya hissed, reaching up to grab Sungyeol’s shoulders.
“The bathroom.”
“Everyone does it in the bathroom. I’m kinda scared to use it actually, after walking in on Woohyun and Sunggyu once...” Sungyeol started to move farther down, licking little patterns into Hoya’s skin as Hoya propped himself up onto his elbows to watch.
By the time Sungyeol got to his waistband, there was nothing hidden behind them. Sungyeol smirked before nuzzling his face into the heat, causing Hoya to throw his head back with a moan.
“Could you just do it already?” Sungyeol raised an eyebrow before reaching up with his long fingers and pulling his sweats down. Hoya swallowed as Sungyeol licked a stripe up, tongue lingering on the head until he took him slowly into his mouth, covering what he couldn’t fit with his hand.
“Oh. My. God. Yeol, Yeol. I can’t. Oh my god.” Sungyeol chuckled around him, sending vibrations that nearly made him cum right on the spot. He swirled his tongue around before starting a slow pace, glancing up to see Hoya’s lips moving wordlessly.
Sungyeol stopped for a second, taking his hand off. Hoya made a strangled cry before Sungyeol took his all the way in, trying to relax as he hit the back of his throat. By now, Hoya had lost all semblance of sanity and tried to buck up into Sungyeol’s mouth.
Making a sound of disapproval, he reached up to hold Hoya’s hips down before starting a faster pace. “Yeol, I can’t, I can’t-” He came as soon as Sungyeol let go of his hips, allowing him to buck up into his mouth.
Sungyeol milked him for whatever he had, licking his swollen lips that turn into a grin. “Better than your hand right?” he asked, crawling back up Hoya’s body.
“Fuck. Are you kidding me?” Hoya laid breathless on the ground for a moment before his attention turned back to Sungyeol. “But... what about you?”
“What about me?”
“Can’t just leave you like that...”
“Have you ever watched gay porn before?”
“No! Why would I?”
“Who would top? Me or you?” Hoya was silent.
“They way I think of it, if I topped, then you would probably be limping for dance practice tomorrow. If you topped, I would probably be limping and get punished again since I already got in trouble today. And you’re already naked so...” Hoya didn’t meet Sungyeol’s grin.
“There’s lotion in my bag.” Sungyeol laughed as he got off of Hoya, pulling his shirt off and throwing it into the pile of clothes.
“Oh ho ho! I thought you said you didn’t watch gay porn!”
“I’ve read stuff, okay?! I get curious.” Sungyeol searched through Hoya’s bag until he found the lotion. He flipped the cap open and smelled it before kneeling down in front of Hoya.
“I didn’t know you liked flowery stuff.” He coated his fingers with the lotion to warm it up a little bit before leaning over Hoya.
“It smells nice. Don’t hate.” Sungyeol grinned before capturing his lips in a kiss. It was slow, languid. He swiped his tongue over Hoya’s bottom lip before sucking on it. Hoya groaned, digging his nails into Sungyeol’s shoulders slightly when Sungyeol pressed a finger against him.
Sungyeol moved his finger in and out slowly, letting Hoya get adjusted. Hoya let his fingers move over Sungyeol's smooth skin, trying to distracting himself of the foreign feeling.
When Hoya finally stopped tensing beneath him, Sungyeol slipped in another finger along with his tongue into his mouth. Hoya made a sound of protest, scrunching up his face. Sungyeol’s tongue found its way to his before moving across the roof of his mouth.
The strange tickling sensation took his mind off of things going on down below. After Hoya finally started to kiss back again, Sungyeol started to scissor his fingers, careful not to stretch him too fast.
He must have been doing something right because Hoya suddenly bucked up beneath him, his eyes rolling back into his head, breaking their kiss. “Yeol, oh my god. What was that? Do it again, just do it again.”
Sungyeol smiled at the nickname before searching for that spot inside of him again. Hoya let out a throaty moan when he did, gripping Sungyeol’s shoulders again. Sungyeol kept a finger pressed to his prostate before inserting a third finger.
“Oh my god, Yeol, what-”
“Shh, just a little bit more.” Sungyeol pressed kisses to his lips and his chin before moving to his neck. He could feel Hoya’s chest heaving as he pumped his fingers in and out of him.
“Yeol, come on. How long have you been doing this?” Hoya asked through gritted teeth.
“I just don’t wanna hurt you,” he murmured into his neck. When Hoya relaxed beneath him again, Sungyeol removed his fingers and ripped his pants off.
“Tear away pants. Handy,” he said as he positioned himself in front of Hoya. Hoya gulped as Sungyeol placed his hands on his hips after covering himself with lotion.
“Ready?” Hoya nodded, biting onto his bottom lip. Sungyeol pushed forward, even so slightly and gently. Hoya’s fingers dug into Sungyeol’s hands on his hips.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Just. Go.” Sungyeol pushed in until he was all the way inside of Hoya.
“Oh. My god,” he breathed, reaching up to push some of his hair away from his face so he could see Hoya’s face.
“Move,” he whined, shaking his hips slightly. Sungyeol didn’t need any more encouragement. His pace started slow with a rhythm until Hoya made a noise that sent all of Sungyeol’s sanity out the window.
“God, yes, Yeol, right there, right there!” He arched up again, pulling at Sungyeol’s arms to try to get him closer. Sungyeol fell over him, thrusting his hips erratically until he came with a low cry.
Hoya came soon after he did, for the second time. Sungyeol took deep breaths to calm his heart before halfheartedly reaching for Hoya’s towel, which was just barely out of his reach. He reached out farther, ignoring the sliding sensation between their stomachs before wiping them clean.
“So we just had gay sex.”
“As opposed to straight sex? I think it works the same either way.”
“So... who wins?” Sungyeol sighed and buried his face into Hoya’s chest. Of course it would be the only thing that Hoya would be thinking of after something like that. Sungyeol grinned as he closed his eyes, throwing his arm around Hoya’s stomach while Hoya wrapped an arm around Sungyeol’s waist.
“You know. I just realized it’s kind of pointless to play gay chicken if both of us like boys.”
“Guess we’ll just have to keep playing until someone loses,” Hoya said with a grin.
“Hey, the manager sent me- OH MY GOD. Put some clothes on! My eyes! Goddamnit, is no place sacred here? Why me?” Sunggyu howled as he slammed the door closed, letting the two scramble to put their clothes back on and somehow fix their hair.
“You know, I think he walks in on other people just as often as we walk in on him and Woohyun.”
“It’s never Woohyun, though. Always him. Hey, I think we have the wrong shirts on,” Hoya said, pointing at his shirt hanging loosely on Sungyeol’s thin frame.
“Eh. Whatever. Let them imagine.”
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The next day at dance practice, Hoya was limping slightly and his movements weren’t as sharp.
“Hoya? What’s going on?”
“I... slept weird,” he said sheepishly, glancing slightly towards Sungyeol.
“You mean you slept with something weird,” Dongwoo said under his breath. Woohyun was the first one to burst out in laughter, followed by Dongwoo. Myungsoo rolled his eyes and leaned over to punch Dongwoo’s arm with a smile on his face.
Sunggyu buried his face into his hands.