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007n7 usually doesn’t accept hanging out with Noli’s friends.
Sure, he parties often and tends to end up lost with his roommate in some dark alley or locked in a bathroom—either at home or in a random club. And maybe Noli’s group already considers him part of the gang (because he’s his “hookup,” or something like that—not that he cares in the slightest), but the truth is, he can’t stand most of them.
Especially not when that Sarah chick (or was it Harah?) is around.
Whatever. The simp trying desperately to get into his friend’s pants.
Screw Farah. He got into Noli’s pants first. Multiple times.
But, like, no homo—obviously.
Anyway, even though he usually turns down this kind of plan, here he is: sitting on an old couch covered by a plaid blanket, in the tacky living room of one of Noli’s friends, only because Noli insisted.
“It’s going to be fun,” he said.
The place smells like cigarettes, cheap deodorant, and alcohol. A speaker in the kitchen plays some boring song at low volume that no one cares enough to change.
They’re playing spin the bottle.
So far, it’s just been dumb dares or kisses between group members (and Harah nearly combusted when she didn’t get Noli), and 007n7 was starting to get bored.
And obviously, 007n7 can’t stand being bored for more than five minutes without doing something about it.
Naturally, he already had a plan.
He’s sitting between Noli and the simp (he would’ve paid to record the look on her face when Noli casually pushed her aside to make space for him) and has the perfect move in mind to give the poor girl false hope and have some fun watching her try.
He’ll just need a little help from c00lgui—but no one will notice anything.
“This is getting boring,” he says casually, leaning shamelessly against Noli.
He has to bite the inside of his cheek not to laugh at the simp’s frown.
Noli, as usual, lets himself be used as a backrest, casually throwing an arm around his shoulders like he’s done it a thousand times.
“You wanna do something else?” asks the masked guy, leaning in a little closer.
His voice is low and conspiratorial, vibrating between the distant music and muted group chatter.
“Mmh… I say we play Seven Minutes in Heaven,” murmurs Seven—as only Noli calls him.
His black tail sways deliberately from side to side, and a sideways smile spreads across his face, maybe a bit flirty.
“Seven minutes in heaven, you and me? Let’s just go straight to our room, Sev,” Noli replies, and the mask curves into a smirk that mirrors his tone.
He starts fiddling with the collar of 007n7’s short-sleeved shirt like he’s playing with a familiar catch.
“Noli!”
Of course, the simp had to interrupt.
Well, that was part of the plan too.
“I think… I’m not feeling well,” she says in a syrupy, fake voice, pressing a hand dramatically to her forehead like anyone would buy that cheap act.
“Uh… and?” replies Noli, not even pretending to care.
He doesn’t even turn to look at her. His gaze stays locked on 007n7.
The simp freezes at his indifference.
The rest of the group tries not to laugh, but there are side-eyes and poorly hidden chuckles between warm beers and crumpled plastic cups.
Perfect. Time for the star.
That is: 007n7.
“Hey, let’s play Seven Minutes in Heaven. This is getting boring,” he says with a feline grin, leaning away from Noli.
Noli just scoffs and flops back lazily.
While the group agrees enthusiastically, 007n7 discreetly tweaks the bottle (which c00lgui had swapped while everyone was distracted by the simp’s drama).
No one will suspect anything if, conveniently, Noli and the simp get chosen right?
The bottle spins—slightly wobbly thanks to the rug underneath.
The music shifts.
The bottle turns lazily. Some people are already zoning out. Others are just drinking.
Noli doesn’t seem interested.
He sips from his cheap beer with a calm expression, until the bottle slowly—but surely—points straight at him.
He nearly snorts foam out his nose.
“Noli! Let’s see who you get,” says the guy who spun the bottle, clearly excited.
007n7 nudges him with a sly smile and shamelessly glances at the simp.
She’s already fixing her hair, of course.
The guy in the hoodie stares at the bottle like it’s emotional Russian roulette.
The air is tense—more scandal than excitement.
Noli nearly dies inside when the bottle stops right in front of Serah, who practically squeals with joy.
“Oh! He got Ser—” the guy begins, but then frowns as he looks closer at the bottle. “Ah, never mind. It’s pointing at 007n7. It hadn’t stopped.”
Pff.
Did they really think he’d leave Noli with the simp?
He’s not that bad a friend.
All he wanted was to crush Sarah’s little fantasy. And god, her face right now? Priceless.
“But I was the one the bottle chose! He probably did something to be with Noli…” she complains.
007n7 just rolls his eyes.
He didn’t actually care about playing the game—he just wanted to mess with her. And boy, it was working.
“If you’re that desperate to be with Noli, I’ll let you take my place, simp… but I doubt he wants you,”
he thinks with a smug grin, lounging lazily on the couch while watching the simp turn red with rage.
Great view.
The rest of the group whispers among themselves.
Some are clearly making fun of Ferah’s desperation (or was it Hannah? Whatever, he doesn’t care).
Before the simp can say anything else, Noli cuts her off:
“No. I’m going with Sev,” he says calmly, taking 007n7 by the hand and guiding him—probably toward the tiny bathroom.
“You all stay here.”
007n7 lets himself be led with a victorious grin, shooting one last mocking glance at the simp (not that it’s a competition—but if it were, he’s already won).
Behind them, she stomps off like a scorned princess, probably heading for the door.
Poor girl.
Next time, she should at least know that Noli hates that bright orange hair.
…
“This was part of your plan, wasn’t it?”
Noli’s breathing is uneven. He’s leaning against the tiled wall of the bathroom, his pants pushed down to his ankles, his boxers lowered just enough to expose his dick
007n7 is kneeling on the rug, surprisingly soft under his knees.
His pink glasses are askew, and the hamburger hat lies forgotten to the side. He’s flushed, eyes glassy with need, hands gripping Noli’s thighs.
The other hacker's grip on his brown hair was relentless, he fucked his mouth without remorse. Surely after this blowjob he'd have raw lips, he wasn't going to regret it either.
He loved it when Noli brought out this side of him when they were together, as if he was only after his own pleasure, regardless of 007n7's or his opinion.
Seven slurped noisily, drool and presemen mingling and dribbling down the sides of his mouth as Noli kept ramming at a punishing pace.
Sometimes he would close his mouth a little and brush his teeth against the red-haired man's member on purpose, even though he seemed to like it. Fucking masochist that you are Noli.
"You wanted Serah to think she'd be with me locked up with some remora possibility just to get it off. You self-centered fuck" Each word was accented with a lunge at 007n7's sensitive throat.
So her name was Serah.
It was all he could think as he rolled his eyes and let himself be carried away by Noli. Beginning to rub his palm desperately over his erection still clad in the jean.
Shit, he loved getting his mouth fucked by Noli. But, no homo.
007n7 could only hum as Noli took care of his own, the vibrations directly to his cock making him go even faster, though more erratic.
"I saw you with that c00lgui of yours. You sure planned it from the beginning."
Noli's voice was becoming more and more irregular, as were his lunges into 007n7's mouth, who could only receive them if.
“Shit, I'm close Sev...”
Shortly after, Noli holds his head still in place against the other's pelvis as he cums deep in his throat.
Pulling away 007n7 swallows as much as possible wiping the corner of his mouth, which was a bit sore, gently with his thumb. He had also cum in his pants.
Noli quickly bends down to his “friend's” height and kisses him deeply grabbing him by the back of the neck.
“No homo, bro” Noli says as he pulls away.
Shortly after they are desperately kissing again.
If they lasted more than seven minutes in that bathroom nobody commented anything, 007n7 and Noli weren't going to say anything about it either.