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Jiseok liked games, but some games were more fun than others.
The problem was, video games weren’t always enough to hold his attention. Sometimes they were fine, and he could unintentionally waste four hours or more, but other times they barely held his interest for longer than twenty minutes. It was somehow worse when he was with others, which was ironic, because when it came to studying, he generally managed to focus better with the pressure of another person. Body doubling, or whatever it was called.
Although, it depended who he was with. If it was Jooyeon, it was inevitable that Jiseok would get distracted.
And thus: today, after a few games of League, Jiseok decided that there was a much more fun game to be played here.
“Jooyeonie,” he whined. “I’m bored.”
They were in Jooyeon’s dorm room, squished side by side on their fronts on Jooyeon’s narrow bed. It was supposed to be a lazy League date for a lazy Saturday, but while Jiseok had already lost interest, Jooyeon was just hitting his stride.
“Join the next game, then,” Jooyeon said tersely.
“But I’m bored,” Jiseok insisted, scooting over to dig his chin into Jooyeon’s shoulder. “Are you winning?”
Jooyeon shrugged him off. “For now I am, if you stop distracting me.”
Jiseok grinned. “That’s no fun.” He sat up and, seeing the irresistibly easy target right there within reach, gave Jooyeon’s ass a friendly little love tap.
“Jiseok,” Jooyeon said in warning.
“Are you still winning? Oh—here, wait, I’ll give you a massage to help you focus!” He slung a leg over Jooyeon’s back and sat astride him, kneading his back with his palms as if he were a kitten begging its mother for milk.
Jooyeon didn’t dignify his antics with a response. That was fine, though, because Jiseok was having quite a nice time running his hands over the expanse of Jooyeon’s broad back. How was he so skinny and yet so broad? Sinewy like a wolf, his muscles fine but firm, and so much stronger than they looked, and his skin had such a mesmerising golden hue, and…
Okay, now Jiseok was just getting himself worked up, which was not the goal. He scooted back until he was sitting on Jooyeon’s thighs instead, slapping his butt like a set of bongos.
“You are so fucking annoying sometimes,” Jooyeon finally spoke up, which only brought Jiseok’s grin rearing back onto his face.
“Thank you! I try so very hard,” he giggled. “You know you love it.” He leaned forward until he was laying on his front on Jooyeon’s back, chin hooked over his shoulder to peer at his screen. “Ooh, that doesn’t look good.” He ran his devious hands down Jooyeon’s sides, waiting for the perfect moment before jabbing his index fingers into either side of his waist.
Jooyeon jolted beneath him with a yelp and fumbled his phone. “Jiseok!”
Okay, maybe it was a little too far, but it was still funny.
“Sorry, sorry!” Jiseok laughed, rolling off him.
“You will be!”
Jiseok had very little time to react before Jooyeon tackled him, tickling fingers infiltrating his armpits with forceful efficiency. Jiseok shrieked, instinctively lashing out, accidentally shoving a finger into Jooyeon’s mouth while his other hand pushed ineffectively at his shoulder. His feet had a little more luck, but not in a way that was beneficial for him, pushing off Jooyeon’s thighs and sending his whole body sliding off the side of the bed.
He landed on his back on the carpet. It wasn’t a long fall, but it still knocked a notable oof out of him.
“Oh, shit! You okay?” Jooyeon laughed, head popping out over the side of the bed as Jiseok lay there gasping for breath, more from the tickling than the crash landing.
“No,” he groaned, “I’m dying, Jooyeon. You know I’m allergic to tickling!”
Jooyeon rolled his eyes with a positively devilish smile, and Jiseok knew what was coming but was powerless to stop it as Jooyeon lurched for him again, targeting his tummy this time, yanking his shirt up and mercilessly assaulting his bare skin.
Jiseok howled with laughter and tried to curl into a ball to protect his midsection, but Jooyeon’s broad, wolfishly sinewy body was stronger than his soft, narrow one (which wasn’t fair at all), and he was like a dog with a bone when it came to these things.
“Stop! Stop! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Jiseok gasped out between bouts of breathless laughter.
“Do you yield?” Jooyeon demanded. “Do you yield, Kwak Jiseok?”
“I yield! I yield! Please!”
Jooyeon stopped tickling him. But he didn’t let go. Grinning as he watched Jiseok gasp for breath, he smoothed his palms across Jiseok’s waist as if to soothe his sensitised flesh. It wasn’t lost on Jiseok that Jooyeon’s hands stretched almost the whole way around him. It was a rather dizzying piece of knowledge, in fact.
“So small, and yet so annoying,” Jooyeon mused. He was leaning over Jiseok, hair creating a curtain around his face as if to shield it from the view of any invisible ghosts that might have been looking on. Only Jiseok was perfectly positioned to gaze up at Jooyeon’s pretty face, with his heart-shaped smile, devastating nose crinkles, and those twinkling brown eyes that were staring down at Jiseok with a covetous smoulder that made his heart jump even as it slowed from the gallop the tickle attack had brought it to.
It seemed they were finally in agreement about what to do with their time, and in the next moment, their lips crashed together, loose-jawed and luxuriant, tongues unshy of each other and no time wasted on closed-mouth foreplay. Jooyeon’s hands were still under Jiseok’s shirt, sliding slowly up his body in a way that was almost as agonising as the tickling. Jiseok was less patient than that, tugging Jooyeon’s shirt up to his shoulder blades until he broke off from the kiss for long enough to yank it over his head. He helped divest Jiseok of his own shirt before plunging back in to kiss him with increased fervour, one forearm braced beside his head as the other caressed the grooves of his ribs.
Jiseok spread his palms across Jooyeon’s broad, bare, soft-skinned back. He traced his fingers ever so lightly down his spine, grinning into the kiss as he felt a shiver travel through Jooyeon’s body.
Jooyeon pulled back, breath hot on Jiseok’s face, lips swollen and glistening.
“Still bored?” he asked headily, hand trailing down to Jiseok’s hip to toy with the waistband of his shorts.
Jiseok’s heart was beating solidly against his sternum, his bare skin prickling as if with hot static everywhere that Jooyeon wasn’t touching him. He hummed, languorously looping his legs around Jooyeon’s hips to pull him closer, feeling him shudder from the friction as his own back arched to seek more.
“Depends what we do next,” he purred.