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“I bet you can’t give SmallAnt a boner,” says Jacob.
CJ wrinkles his nose. “Dude, don’t be gross. Why would I want to do that?”
“So you forfeit then?” Jacob grins. “You’re just gonna hand Fir the win?”
“No, shut up! I’ll do it, god,” CJ grumbles. Under his breath he adds, “Knew we shouldn’t have asked you for a challenge.”
Fir snickers at him, though deep inside his heart fills with trepidation. He and CJ are tied in their little game but they had agreed earlier that this would be their last round, and Fir is not inclined to lose. He just really wishes Jacob had chosen anything else, or that they had asked anyone but Jacob.
Tanner is sitting on the couch across the room, talking animatedly with Crafty. Fir watches him as CJ fiddles with his phone, and he swallows roughly.
“Okay, I’m going first,” says CJ, and marches over without waiting for an answer. He stops in front of Tanner and loudly says, “Smant, look at this!” and shoves his phone in Tanner’s face.
Obvious porn noises emanate from the phone, and Fir feels a flush bloom on his face.
Tanner looks at the phone, and then at CJ, and he says, “Okay...?”
Crafty covers his ears. “What the heck, CJ!”
CJ is eyeing Tanner’s crotch critically. “Hot, right? Does this turn you on?”
“Not really,” Tanner says dryly. “I’m kind of in the middle of something.”
“Just watch it a little longer.” CJ shoves his phone closer to Tanner’s face. The sound of a woman moaning fills the space.
“Give it up, CJ!” Jacob shouts from across the room.
CJ pouts, but he puts his phone away and trudges back to them, leaving Tanner and Crafty be. “He’s a zombie, guys. If that didn’t give him a boner, nothing will. Maybe his dick doesn't even work.”
“Fir still gets a turn to try,” Jacob reminds him.
“It’s impossible, bro!” CJ protests.
“Hmm,” says Fir, heart thudding in his chest. He knows what he’s going to do, he’s just really scared of what might happen.
“You might as well give up,” CJ says. “I think we’re going to end in a tie. God, that’s so lame!”
Fir shifts his weight. “No, I have a plan.” He looks back over at Tanner and then quickly looks away again when Tanner meets his eyes with suspicion. From the corner of his eye he sees Tanner turn back to Crafty.
“Go on then,” Jacob says, “or I’ll put you on a timer.”
“Yeah,” Fir says, and steels his nerves. If it doesn’t go well he can always play it off as a joke. Probably.
He blinks and he’s in front of Tanner, who turns and looks up at him with a small smile. “Hey, Fir,” he says.
“Hey,” says Fir. “I’m really sorry about this.”
Then he climbs into Tanner’s lap, straddles his thighs, plants his hands on his shoulders, and kisses him.
Fir’s lips move over Tanner’s, and Tanner’s hands land tentatively on his hips. He feels Tanner start to respond and relaxes a little into the kiss. He nips at Tanner’s lower lip and Tanner opens up for him immediately, and Fir takes the opportunity to shuffle closer and deepen the kiss. He can feel Tanner’s heartbeat against his chest, the slight stubble, the breath as Tanner exhales through his nose.
Fir wraps his arms around Tanner’s neck and runs a hand up the back of Tanner’s head, gripping lightly onto the hair there. Tanner slips a hand up his shirt and rests it on the skin of his side, big and hot, and Fir makes a low noise of encouragement.
Tanner sits up a little, gets a better grip on him, and takes control of the kiss. Fir sighs and grinds down against him, and revels in the way Tanner’s breath hitches. It’s slow but heavy, the way their tongues slide against each other and their hips move, and Fir has completely lost track of his surroundings.
That’s why it’s so jarring when CJ shouts, “Okay, okay, time’s up! Get off him already Fir, jeez.”
Fir pulls back and looks at Tanner, whose bright red face mirrors his own. “I’m really sorry,” he whispers, and awkwardly climbs off Tanner’s lap.
“Goddamnit, you definitely won,” CJ groans, staring at Tanner’s crotch.
Tanner covers himself with his hands and says, “What?” as Fir tries to subtly adjust his own pants.
“I can’t believe this!” CJ continues. “The great SmallAnt, toppled by a mere kiss.”
“What?” Tanner says again, glancing between them. Over in the corner Jacob is laughing their ass off.
Fir’s eyes meet Tanner’s one more time, and then he says, “I’ve got to, uh, go to the bathroom,” and practically runs out of the room. He can feel Tanner’s eyes on him the whole way.