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This time Sheo and Nuc were the unlucky two who couldn’t escape the demands of the media team. They were filming a challenge on behalf of their sponsor, and of course, there had to be some stakes involved. The jungler and midlaner were forced to play five rounds of 1 v 1’s, and the loser of each round would be forced to take a bite of chicken, each with progressively spicier sauce.
Nuc got lucky, losing the first round, the mildest of the bunch. It really wasn’t spicy at all. He shrugged it off and won the next three matches, leaving Sheo to endure the heat. By his third loss, the jungler comically sat at his gaming chair, spraying a can of whipped cream directly into his mouth in an attempt to extinguish the burn on his tongue.
However, the winning streak had lulled the midlaner into a false sense of security, and on the final round, Sheo beat him with ease. Nuc screamed comically, acting spastic as usual, but beyond his humor, he was truly nervous about eating the spiciest bite of the challenge.
After some fussing, he ate the chicken like a good sport. After all, his jungler had taken the fall for the last three rounds, he had to follow through.
It was undeniably spicy. He wasn’t being dramatic for the cameras.
Keeping it together, he grinned and the pair gave the typical mandatory spiel, urging the audience to subscribe and like the video. With a few congratulatory high fives, the filming was finally over and the midlaner immediately raided the fridge for another can of chantilly cream. Théo had completely downed the other one on set.
To his surprise, there was one, but as soon as Sheo saw him popping the plastic top, he swiped the canister from the shorter player. He wanted Nuc to experience the full extent of his suffering. Laughing, he ran off towards the opposite side of the gaming house, whipped cream in hand. Nuc whined in protest, chasing after him, his lips still stinging from the fiery sauce.
Adam was in the gaming room, streaming, and their animated screams could be heard in the background as they ran through the halls. The top laner made a funny face as the twitch chat burst into a sea of KEKW. He glanced over his shoulder to check, but his teammates were long gone.
Crownie and Labrov were reviewing VODs together in the living room, but they had ultimately mastered how to tune out the ape-like behavior of their colleagues, and their focus was glued to the screen.
“Stop, Sheo! Come on, bro!” Ilias shouted, tugging on the jungler’s jersey as he caught up to him.
Sheo made a beeline for his room, ready to block the mid laner out, but the tiny-framed pro slipped in before he could slam the door on him.
“Petit enculé!” The mid laner insulted playfully.
He lunged at the jungler, laughing as he tried to wrestle the can from his grip.
“Oh, petit? Moi? ” Sheo teased, ruffling the shorter man’s hair tauntingly while he held the cream out of reach.
Running out of breath, Nuc eventually settled down, glaring at his teammate.
“Fine…” He panted in resignation, “It only burns a little now.”
Théo caved and smiled sympathetically at the change in his friend’s demeanor.
“You can have it,” He said, holding out the can in a truce.
Ilias reached for it, and Sheo quickly pulled it away, prompting Nuc to frown in confusion.
“ But , you have to let me do it for you,” The jungler demanded conditionally.
Nuc scoffed, but he didn’t really care. He wasn’t above it or anything. Most of the members of BDS were always goofing around like that.
The mid laner rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, tilting his head back slightly as he waited patiently.
Théo grinned, shaking the container for good measure before squirting some onto the mid laner’s tongue. Nuc had instinctively closed his eyes at that moment, avoiding any splashback. And in that split second, he was caught unaware as a pair of lips quickly met his own, and an unfamiliar tongue wasted no time in sharing the sweet cream that coated his mouth.
Nuc’s eyes opened wide as he let out a soft moan of surprise.
Sheo thought the noise was cute, a wordless question mark. But as much as he was enjoying the moment, he forced himself to pull away, ending the kiss as quickly as it had started.
“Sorry…” The jungler mumbled dismissively, trying to act like he hadn’t just acted on a very risky impulse.
Ilias stared at him with a perplexed expression, like he was stunned, confused, and intrigued all at once.
“I want more,” Nuc finally said, averting his gaze timidly.
Sheo held up the cream, finger poised on the nozzle, but the mid laner shoved his hand away.
“I meant - more of you.” He corrected, leaning up on his tiptoes and pressing his lips against the jungler’s.
Théo indulged him eagerly, wrapping his hands around the player’s slim waist. Lingering notes of spice and cream mingled as their tongues slid past one another. It was an odd combination for sure, but they were too mesmerized to notice.
Sheo’s grip on Nuc tightened possessively as the mid laner snaked his arms around the back of his neck, embracing him as the kiss deepened. His fingers idly traced through the jungler’s dark hair, short nails scraping against his scalp, sending shivers down the taller player’s spine.
Suddenly, a knock at the door interrupted them.
Their faces fully flushed, they awkwardly straightened out their clothes and wiped the traces of saliva from the corners of their mouths.
Sheo cleared his throat and answered the door with as much composure as he could gather.
It was someone from the media team.
“Sorry, guys. We’ve got to re-film the intro real quick,” He said apologetically.
Both reeling from the encounter, their heads dizzy with passion, they followed him in silence, but before they had gotten far, Nuc quickly turned back, fetching the whipped cream from the room.
“I should probably put this away before it spoils.” He explained casually.
“Yeah, we’ll be needing it later.” Sheo replied with a subtle wink.