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It was late at night, crawling towards at least 11:45 PM on a random Thursday. Thanos was driving himself crazy for something enjoyable to do, that wouldn't involve getting absolutely plastered like a loser by himself. But that didn't mean he couldn't do it with a group of his favorite people. Well at least people he was able to bear and withstand. He decided to hit up Namgyu, not only because he knew how to have a good time and was able to get extensive discounts on liquor — since he worked at the club as a promoter, but it was because of how excessive their energy was together while high.
When midnight had rolled around, it was when his friends had shown up, minutes passed by and drinks were made and dealt with until Semi had suggested to waste time by playing spin the bottle, while they waited for more alcohol to arrive – that Namgyu had ordered minutes before which is how they had found themselves sat in a weird shapely circle, an empty beer bottle of soju in the middle. Ranging from Thanos, Semi, Junhee, Myunggi, Namgyu, Minsu, and Gyeongsu.
Perhaps it was out of character to play spin the bottle considering the female to male ratio, but Semi had been hoping by some chance or miracle, it would land on Junhee when it was her turn.
“Minsu,” Thanos echoed, dragging the vowel as he spoke. “Spin my boy!” He looked over, aggressively reaching around Gyeongsu to shove Minsu who cowardly shook his head.
“I… I don’t know,”
“Don’t be a little bitch,” Namgyu scoffed from his side, partially annoyed that Thanos had even invited him.
Semi looked over at Namgyu disgustedly as she then reassured Minsu that it was okay if he didn’t want to participate. However that only made Minsu feel lesser than the man he already was and reluctantly reached out, flicking his wrist, causing the bottle to spin quickly in the middle of them all, towering down at it like a starved vulture.
It spun quickly, eventually slowing, the nozzle landing directly towards himself. The humiliation. It didn’t help that as soon as it had, Namgyu and Thanos bursted out in laughter, hunching over, smacking the person next to them like they enjoyed the embarrassed state Minsu looked.
“Should I spin again..?” Minsu asked softly, holding his hands a bit too tightly.
“No,” Namgyu laughed, pushing Minsu till he stumbled a bit backward. “Go on, Minsu my boy!” He mocked. Minsu, extremely hesitant, abruptly pushed off the ground. He walked to the nearby closet in Thanos’ basement, glancing back at the group, specifically Semi before he went inside and locked himself in for seven excruciatingly long minutes.
Despite the humours situation, the thought of Minsu making out with his hand or what not, Thanos and Namgyu gave each other a knowing look. Both boys had no interest in anyone except Junhee and Semi. Even knowing that Semi was a lesbian and Junhee was unfortunately with Myunggi, it was a bit of a thrill to imagine making out with her while her boyfriend sat sulkingly on the other side of the door.
After seven enduring minutes of nothing but laughs and shoves along with heavy moments of silence within the circle, the closet door peered open, revealing Minsu. He hesitantly stepped out to join them, once more the boys laughed and snickered with one another debating the would have or could've that he potentially have done, since he was in there by himself. Meanwhile the girls sat in pure carelessness, well Junhee anyway, depicting everything between Minsu and Semi she had grown an ache for him not as in sobriety, but more so a heartfelt attachment for his willingness to engage in these types of situations for the sake of “fitting in” or being apart of Thanos's packed.
After a few minutes of only the two boys laughing, Thanos reached for the bottle, eager to have his hands roam Junhee or even Semi for that matter. Giving it a spin, it eventually somehow landed on the same unfortunate boy who still had his cheeks dusted in embarrassment. The room died instantly of the laughter, the host himself who was extremely open about his distaste in partaking in anything to do with another man, being the unlikely one who landed on Minsu.
“Fuck that,” Thanos quickly shook his head. It was like a shared agreement as no one protested, watching his painted nails reach for the bottle again as if it had never landed on Minsu in the first place.
With each person it passed, came more thoughts of how humiliated Myunggi would be if Thanos stole his girl, each thought being better than the last. Myunggi had only been dragged here because of Junhee in the first place after she was called up by Semi to attend. He would never willingly step foot in Thanos’ home, he’d rather die for that matter.
The bottle came to a close stop, stopping between the lovers but ultimately giving Thanos his wish as it leaned more toward Junhee. Myunggi looked up, a shocked, pissed, expression on his face. It was a bit dumb to say the least considering he agreed to this game knowing his girlfriend had a good chance of being landed on by anyone else who sat around.
Thanos grinned, standing and offering his tatted hand, carrying the same few rings he wore to Junhee. She looked to Myunggi who shook his head, a soft ‘no’ whispered in her direction. However, she slipped her manicured hand into Thanos’, allowing him to pull her to her feet. She hadn’t even spared him a glance as they entered the closet, Namgyu laughing mockingly at his side. While the closet door closed, shutting them out from the realness of the situation at hand.
“So, señorita," He whispered in the dark closet, causing her to scoff.
“Don’t,” He laughed softly, taking a step closer to her. His one hand falling to rest on her clothed arm, almost comforting despite his intentions at hand. She watched as his hand trailed upward towards her shoulder, then neck, and his final destination, her jaw. Tilting her chin up to look him in his eyes. Since he was significantly taller than her.
“It’s part of the game, you can just tell MG Coin you prefer me later,” He smiled. She rolled her eyes. Of course her and Myunggi had always been rocky, but she would never consider Thanos even if she wasn’t in a relationship. However, he was right, it was part of the game and she had agreed the second she took his hand.
He leaned down, connecting their lips, her cherry lip gloss sticking to him. The kiss seemed very gentle and tender before turning into a needy, desperate kiss like Thanos had been yearning for this moment to happen. With each movement of their mouths, licking at her lips to get access inside, he kept thinking how priceless it would be to stumble out with Myunggi’s jealous eyes on them.
His other hand slipped up into her hair, pulling her closer as she finally gave him contact to her mouth, their tongues dancing together. Thanos was taken aback when she began to grab at the collar of his shirt, pulling him roughly against her, her hands fisting the fabric as if needing this. Just before Thanos thought he could get to the good part he was startled by the sudden pound that came from the door, Myunggi’s voice harsh on the other side.
“Seven minutes are up!” He called, causing Thanos to smile slightly into the kiss just by how pissed the other man had sounded. Junhee pushed him off, an instant reaction. Thanos chased her lips as she moved to walk, opening the door, blinding them both subtly by the absurd aggression of the lights.
Myunggi glared at Thanos as he grabbed Junhee’s wrist, pulling her away from him and back to his side. She practically stumbled out of the closet which made Thanos feel quite satisfied that he could create such a reaction. He put his hands up in surrender as he gave Junhee a teasing wink before sitting back down with the others, holding his hand out to Gyeongsu for a victory pump.
Junhee fell to Myunggi’s side in the circle, his arm now protectively wrapped around her, tight as ever as she reached for the bottle, spinning softly with hardly enough force before it fell perfectly towards Namgyu. This was enough for MG coin to practically lose it and he stood up in protest.
“Absoulty not!” His hand reached to grab Junhee, pulling her to her feet.
“Scared she’ll like it?” Namgyu teased.
“If you lay a finger on her, I’ll kill you,” Myunggi hissed, his finger pointed towards Namgyu in a threatening manner. His grip on Junhee tightened slightly as Namgyu puckered his lips, blowing her a kiss, making obnoxious smooching noises in her direction. Myunggi rolled his eyes in frustration as he whispered “Come on Junhee lets go,”
“Woah, woah, hold on guys.” Semi began, stumbling to her feet. “We’re having fun, come on, it's just a game.” She took a step toward them, looking toward the group, hoping for someone to step in.
A buzzing notification came from Namgyu’s phone, causing some tension to ease as he looked away from Junhee to his screen. As he unlocked his phone and looked through the notification alerting him that the driver had arrived with their cases of beer which were not necessarily needed.
“Gyeongsu,” Namgyu ordered, his gaze still on his phone. “Go get the shit.” Without hesitation or complaints, Gyeongsu stood, quickly leaving the basement.
“See? Drinks are here, let’s just relax.” Semi countered, offering a tiny ‘reassuring’ smile. Myunggi looked toward Junhee then to Semi then to Namgyu. His mind spiraling through excuses to leave, not wanting to be there any longer knowing there was still a chance Namgyu would get Junhee again or worse, Thanos would.
With the slight desperation in Semi’s voice, Myunggi groaned, walking back to the circle sitting back down, Junhee following. He was extremely reluctant to continue, if it wasn’t for the goodness of his heart he would’ve definitely left. But Semis' persuasion was just too tempting.
“Spin again,” Myunggi mumbled, nodding toward literally anyone in the circle, his eyes burning into the carpet. He could hear the whispered mumbles of annoyance from Namgyu, however they weren’t audible and obviously not personal enough considering the alcohol he had downed that night and the fact he reached for the bottle in the middle of them all.
He spun the glass around, the light glistening off the glass bottle onto Thanos blinding him slightly, it spinned past everyone a few times before landing on Thanos who had been partially dazed out while the mini argument went on. He only looked up once he could feel everyone else looking toward him, specifically when Semi nudged him. He flicked his eyes to the bottle, his eyes quickly moving to the boy on the other side of the circle who looked just as distraught.
“No,” Thanos instantly said just as Namgyu said, “I’ll spin again,”leaning forward to grab the bottle again.
“Uh... You guys already skipped…” Minsu squeaked, this caused Namgyu to ram his fist into Minsu’s arm, shoving him into Thanos who then shoved him to the floor, Minsu grunting in pain with each action he had fallen into.
Minsu accepted his fate, laying on the floor, holding his arm as he rested on the basement carpet between the two, keeping Gyeongsu’s spot open. Namgyu went to grab the bottle again.
“Of course you guys wouldn’t do it,” Semi mumbled, half in a whisper but mostly in an attempt to rile them up that they couldn’t do something they both knew they were capable of doing if they tried. Gyeongsu laughed as he re-entered the room, two cases of beer in his hands. The two other boys looked at them, Namgyu’s eyes squinted in a soft glare while Thanos seemed a bit shocked that they would bet that on him.
“Fine,” Thanos shrugged as he began to stand, strutting his way to the half opened closet, which of course Namgyu followed with a whine falling from his mouth. As they both entered the tiny room, Thanos confidently swung the door shut leaving them two together, he then shifted his body towards Namgyu and whispered.
“So… Namsu,” Namgyu rolled his eyes, slumping against the wall.
“We’re not actually going to do this, right?” He asked, looking toward Thanos through the dark.
“Fuck no, that’s so gay, dude.” He questioned as he crossed his arms over his chest. “At least not sober…” He muttered faintly not thinking Namgyu heard him even though he very much did. A few seconds of silence was held in the air before Thanos reached under his purple, loose fitted shirt, to retrieve his cross necklace that Namgyu knew all too well. He watched as as Thanos slid both of them on to the base of his tongue, Namgyu watched, expecting Thanos to offer him one, instead Thanos then pushed off the wall and approached Namgyu.
Thanos grabbed the back of Namgyu’s neck roughly, smashing their lips together, aggressively. He forced his tongue between his lips, forcing his way into Namgyu’s mouth where he then passed one of the pills, pushing it into Namgyu’s mouth. He was in shock by the whole encounter but also aroused by it, humiliatingly enough. Namgyu slid his hand up towards the base of Thanos’ neck, gripping his throat, not harsh enough to the point where he was gasping for air, but enough to tell Thanos that he had as much control as him.
They practically pinned each other against the wall as they continued to devour and taste each other. Their lips moved in complete desperation for each other which later turned into a messy uncontrollable rhythm of their lips smashing into one another, hot mouth opened kisses leaving both the men breathless and screaming for more. The swirl of Namgyu's tongue onto Thanos’ made his pants tighten, the feeling of that small piercing Namgyu had electrified on his tongue, his mind filled with what else it could do to him…
Their breaths were hot and heavy between their mouths, leaving long strings of saliva dripping between one another. Their faces heated up with the closeness as well as the growing feeling between them. Namgyu began to tighten his grip on Thanos’ throat slightly, feeling the hitch of his breath as his throat contracted left Namgyu feeling like he wanted, needed more.
Suddenly, he felt it. The hardness of Thanos against him. Thanos pulled away, both desperate for air as he backed up, a bit embarrassed that a guy – Namgyu, had gotten him hard. He covered his face as he leaned against the opposite wall of the closet. Namgyu tried to catch his breath, gripping onto his brown jacket.
Thanos sighed as he rubbed his heavily dazed eyes and looked down at Namgyu. “Fix this,” He ordered, which threw Namgyu out of his own power play he had started.
“What?” Namgyu breathed out, his voice still exasperated as he brought his sleeved arm up to wipe his mouth from the mess they were making. Thanos took a second, as if embarrassed to even say what he wanted.
“Get on your knees.” He mumbled, trying to keep a confident voice although going against everything he trained himself to hide. Namgyu tried to study him through the darkness, to see if he was actually serious, if he was actually hearing what he was saying.
“Dude, no,” Namgyu said, walking towards Thanos, feeling the pills kicking in with each breath he took. “That’s so gay,” He whispered as he silently obeyed, lowering himself. He looked up at Thanos, still trying to find any negativity in his face, but instead felt Thanos’ fingers through his hair. His fingers softly running through his dark, thick strands.
Namgyu ran his hands over Thanos’ hips, toward the centre of his pelvis where the button of his jeans had sat. He slowly undid the metal button, one action at a time in a teasing way, his fingers pulling the zipper down ever so slowly. Thanos let out a low grunt craving for more as Namgyu began to hook his fingers into the side of his boxers and tug them down to his thighs. Thanos began to grip his hair tighter in excitement and desperation as Namgyu began to take him in his mouth. The sensation of his tongue piercing and the way he flicked his tongue was almost too much to bear. Thanos’ grip almost became painful as he bucked his hips into his warm, wet mouth.
Thanos let out a low moan, “Fuck, this… this doesn’t mean anything, Namsu,” He said with broken syllables. His voice was shaky, his head leaning against the wall for leverage. Namgyu couldn't help but feel satisfied by his work and bobbed his head against his length.
“Don’t you fucking dare tell anyone,” Thanos continued, pushing himself deeper into Namgyu, hitting the back of his throat causing a whiney moan to hum across Thanos’ cock. Thanos couldn’t help but gasp in pleasure and satisfaction as he felt Namgyu’s tongue piercing running along the underside of his length, feeling it drag up till it reached his tip which was enough to push him over the edge, his lips puckering around it as he licked across the top.
“I’m not gay,” Thanos breathed out, his lower stomach feeling warm and heavy as he felt Namgyu take him back into his mouth a few inches just to pull back away and continue over and over again.
Namgyu nodded, humming onto Thanos before quickly popping off, saliva connecting them together. “I know bro, me neither.” He quickly agreed before taking Thanos back into his mouth.
“Shit… you’re so good at this,” Thanos managed to huff out. “I love how you feel around me…”
Namgyu couldn't resist his urge any longer, his free hand came down to his very own pants and began to unzip his jeans, his hand slipping into his tight boxers to stroke his hard, dripping cock in desperation and need for release. He started off slow and gentle before working up to a rougher, faster rhythm, which made him tremble and groan.
Thanos couldn't help but huff out a small laugh at how needy the other man was to get off by this, the way he stroked himself and sucked him off was too much to bear, Thanos began to feel his legs tremble and felt himself unravel by the second, he wasn't going to last.
“Fuck, Namgyu im gonna-” Those words escaped his mouth like air. Once Namgyu heard those words, hearing his name, he couldn’t help but succumb to the need of satisfying Thanos fully. Muffled moans filled the room from both of them as Namgyu felt himself fall over the edge, cumming in his hand, the liquid dripping all over the carpet of the closeted room.
Hearing Namgyu, feeling his moans along him, Thanos gripped Namgyu’s hair tighter, pulling him off despite Namgyu’s slight whimper. Thanos let out a guttural moan as he came across Namgyu’s face, painting his skin with his own cum. Namgyu’s jaw dropped. His eyes widened in shock.
“Oh my god,” Namgyu spoke, his voice a bit loud. “Dude!” He stood, his hand touching his face, feeling the warm sticky liquid on his fingers.
“Namsu,” Thanos breathed. “I’m sorry… I didn’t… I didn’t mean to,” He leaned against the wall, catching his breath.
“Oh my god!” Namgyu exclaimed, going toward the door and swinging it open as he stumbled to the ground. He couldn't help but feel the sudden eyes of the room turned all towards him. He could hear Thanos quickly pounce off the wall, as if he was trying to stop the embarrassment before it happened, however he was much too late.
Namgyu didn’t spare anyone a glance as he ran to the washroom, preparing to cleanse himself. Thanos stepped awkwardly out of the closet while he shuffled his jeans back up, watching Namgyu run down the hall before he looked toward the group, his face once dusted in pleasure, now pink in embarrassment.
“Um… it’s not what you think,” Thanos mumbled. “The pills… they…” He pointed back toward the closet before just giving up, knowing there was nothing that could save this very moment.