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It started as something innocent.
Changbin had just returned to the living room of the dorm where everyone was gathered. He had a snack in hand and was rejoining the group for the movie that they had agreed–after much debate and yelling–to watch together.
As any proper hyung, when he saw Jeongin sitting there peacefully eating his own snack a little too far away from everyone in a chair he had dragged from the kitchen, Changbin had to mess with him.
So as Jeongin was pulling the next stick of Pepero out of the packaging and moving it to his mouth, the older male was swooping in for his attack. Changbin pulled Jeongin’s chin up just as the first bite of the chocolate covered stick made its way between the maknae’s teeth, only for him to take the other end with a smirk on his lips.
The younger jerked back dramatically at the sudden closeness and assault. This made Changbin laugh as he now held the entire Pepero stick between his teeth. There were several other people joining in with laughter as they watched the scene unfold.
“Aw come on Innie. Why won't you play the Pepero game with Bin?” It was Chan to joke as he chuckled at the two from his position on the couch.
That just made Changbin grin wider as he leaned back and momentarily took the stick from his mouth to further tease his dongsaeng. “Yeah Innie-ah, play with me.” He then replaced the Pepero in between his teeth and tried to close the distance between himself and Jeongin. The younger shrunk away even as a smile split on his face as he clearly refused to play the game.
“No, I’m good.”
“Oh come on!” Changbin egged on as he kept closing the distance, grabbing the back of Jeongin’s neck to try and pull him closer. This just made Jeongin fight harder now trying to twist of the older's grip. A nervous laugh was escaping him as he tried to stand up and leave his chair to avoid Changbin’s advances.
The room was filled with laughter as Changbin pulled back with a smirk as he started to eat the stick of Pepero he had won from Jeongin forfeiting. Jisung and Felix were practically falling over from how hard they were laughing while everyone else had more calm laughs that rang together showcasing the amusement of the group.
“What’s wrong Innie? Gonna let Changbin-hyung win that easily?” Hyunjin asked, obviously enjoying the atmosphere that the playful teasing had created.
“I never agreed to play!” The younger quickly complained as he watched Changbin warily. Despite his distrust, he was still smiling a wide grin, also finding amusement in the scene.
“You gave up too easily!” Jisung exclaimed, trying to calm his laughter as he gestured with his hands animatedly.
“It’s just Binnie. You could have made it halfway at least.” Felix’s eyes were sparkling with mirth as he nodded towards Changbin’s direction.
Changbin batted his eyelashes at Jeongin giving his best cute pouting expression as he whined at the maknae. “Yeah Innie. Am I really that gross that you wouldn’t try the Pepero game with me?”
“Yup. I’m good.” There was no hesitation in his response.
“We’re not on camera. What’s the point of fanservice?” Seungmin was next to chime in from where he was sitting with Hyunjin’s leg draped over him and his hand resting on his thigh.
“To make fun of the maknae,” Minho answered easily as he smirked at Changbin who was now making a kissy face at Jeongin. The youngest male was continuing to back up so there was more distance between him and his muscular hyung.
“Honestly ‘tho, Innie is the easiest to get a reaction out of for stuff like that.” Felix was reaching over to take food off of the plate that Chan had made himself, earning a weak protest. “Easy targets are fun to annoy.”
“Mm yeah!” Jisung agreed as he also reached up to take Chan’s food forcing the oldest member to shift the food away from both of their directions. “Even straight as a board Bang Chan would have met that challenge a little.”
“Hey, I am just as straight as Channie-hyung!” Jeongin defended. No one paid attention as he spoke.
“What does my sexual orientation have to do with this? Also,” he started as he turned a glare to everyone around him as Hyunjin took from his plate that had been moved closer to him to avoid the others. “Get your own food!” The exasperation in his tone was clear as he hunched over his remaining food protectively.
“You’re just the straightest one of us.” Jisung reasoned with his cheeks full of food.
Chan’s eyebrows furrowed with confusion. “Woah what? Most you guys like women. How am I the straightest one?”
“I’m completely straight!” Jeongin said, again being completely ignored.
Jisung swallowed his bite of food and shrugged. “Yeah but some of us are questionable.”
“Wait,” Changbin said, straightening his back from where he had still been trying to taunt Jeongin and turning to look at the other. “Am I questionable?”
“Nah, you’re good hyung.” Hyunjin brushed off with a wave. “You’re on the same level as Channie-hyung as painfully straight. You just can’t play the Pepero game with yourself.”
Changbin, content with that answer, nodded before he saluted at Hyunjin. Then he was turning back towards Jeongin with a smirk and blowing an air kiss at him earning a grimace as the youngest took yet another step back.
“Yeah, Sungie and I have kissed before.” Felix excitedly provided an example with a beaming smile.
“Okay, but just a kiss doesn’t make you gay or bi or whatever.” Minho explained leaning back into his seat on the couch resting his ankle on his knee non-chalantly. There was casual ease with which he talked and looked at his younger members.
Felix rolled his eyes as he continued to smile. “I mean yeah, but us wanting to experiment makes us less straight than Chan.”
“Hold up!” Jisung said suddenly, his eyes locked on Minho. “If Changbin is gonna play the Pepero game it should be with Minho.”
Said older male looked back his eyebrows furrowing. “Why me?”
“Because if Innie is the easiest to win against then you’d be the hardest.”
“Oh yeah!” Felix agreed enthusiastically as he too looked at Minho.
Changbin–who had been advancing on the maknae still messing with him–stopped. His eye moved over to Minho first who was rolling his eyes, before he looked over at the others. “Why would he be the hardest?”
“Because I’m gay I’m assuming.” Minho said bluntly, shaking his head in disbelief.
The entire group knew Minho’s sexual orientation as it was hard to hide that with a group that had known each other for as long as they had or that was as close as they were. Not that there would have been a reason to hide it anyway. Minho had always been confident and comfortable with his preferences, so there had never been hesitation in sharing that part of himself with the others.
“Exactly!” Jisung practically yelled, jumping a little from where he was seated on the ground. “He’s gay so he’d be the last to chicken out because he likes kissing guys.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Chan said with a laugh as he motioned for Jisung to be quieter and settle.
“Just because I like guys doesn’t mean I want to kiss any of you.” Minho’s eyebrow was raised as he gave a judging look.
There was a smirk that curled upwards on Changbin’s face as he looked over at the older male. “Oh so you’d lose then?” His tone was teasing meant to pick fun at Minho with no malice. It did however make Minho’s gaze snap to Changbin’s where he stared blankly at him for a solid moment.
“I didn’t say that.”
A chorus of ‘ooh’s rang through the room at the exchanged taunts. It just made Changbin’s smirk grow and Minho blink. The muscular male turned so he was facing the other, his arms crossing in an almost challenge.
“Well I know I wouldn’t lose.”
It was Minho’s turn to smirk, a barely there curve upwards of one side of his lips, but a threatening expression none-the-less. His head tilting to the side and a low huff of air let out as a laugh.
“Really? Now I’m starting to think I could out do you.” The challenge was clear in his tone and it matched the competitive grin on Changbin’s face.
“Alright then,” Changbin started turning and reaching for the box of Pepero that Jeongin still had in his hands. The younger willingly offered the box, happy that he was no longer the one in focus with this game.
Then Changbin was turning back to Minho, a glint of a taunt in his eyes as he stepped closer to where his hyung was sitting. Placing a new stick between his teeth he tossed the box at Felix who was the closest before he moved towards Minho. He leaned down so his hand rested on the arm of the couch Minho was sitting on and he was hovering in front of his face expectantly.
Without hesitation Minho matched his lean forward taking the opposite edge of the chocolate covered treat between his own teeth . He started to bite pieces of the biscuit off slowly, his eyes glinting and lips still pulled into a smirk.
As the distance between them decreased both men’s determination seemed to increase. They never broke eye contact as Minho took more and more bits of the Pepero off–even when their lips and teeth were touching.
Minho’s last bite broke the stick flush where Changbin’s teeth were holding it. Minho pulled away to look down at where the smallest of pieces was being held in Changbin’s mouth. Then he was moving to look up at Changbin’s eyes with a quirked eyebrow and a smug expression as he chewed the chocolate treat he had taken into his mouth.
Changbin’s eyes were sparkling with humor as he took his own small piece and chewed it.
“Is that a draw then?” Hyunjin asked as all members were looking over at where the two men were still staring at each other with challenging looks.
“Is that all you got?” Changbin taunted.
That made Minho’s eyebrows quirk more dramatically, his head tilting and smile faltering a fraction. “I was at your teeth. What more did you want?”
There was a mischievous grin on Changbin’s face. “Watch this.” He reached his hand out in Felix’s direction in silent demand for another Pepero stick, which was followed. As soon as it was placed in his hand he was holding it out in front of Minho’s lips for him to take. That unspoken prompt was also followed as Minho parted his lips and took the stick between his teeth.
Changbin closed the distance again. This time he took the hand not supporting his weight and moved it behind Minho’s neck to hold him still. The older male stared back just as unwavering as before as Changbin started to bite off pieces of the biscuit.
This time when lips and teeth touch Changbin didn’t bite down to break the stick. Instead he pushed forwards until his lips were completely flush against Minho’s and were encouraging the older’s mouth open so that Changbin could take the entire stick from his mouth.
The triumphant look that Changbin had on his face as he leaned back made Minho’s eyes narrow.
There was commotion around them–people making exaggerated noises, cheering, laughing and so on. But neither of them seemed to notice. Their competitive sides were far too intense at the moment.
It was Minho reaching out a hand this time which had a Pepero stick readily placed in it within seconds. He brought it to Changbin’s lips much the same and it was accepted with the buff man’s smirk. Minho was then reaching up with both hands to steady Changbin’s head as he advanced on him. The chocolate covered stick disappeared quickly as Minho bit off larger pieces than previous, his impatience to win getting the best of him.
And then Minho was pressing his tongue into the other’s mouth to scoop the last piece of the stick out of Changbin’s mouth. He made a show taking the whole piece back into his mouth with his tongue that made the noise around them explode louder.
When Changbin reached a hand over for another Pepero, obviously not satisfied with the result, Chan was stopping his arm with a laugh.
“Okay, okay. We get it. You’re both winners.”
“Remind us to never let you guys play this when there’s cameras present,” Seungmin muttered with amused, raised eyebrows.
“Who’d have thought Changbin was good at gay chicken?” Jisung mused as he looked between the two that were still staring the other down with a stubborn determination.
Hyunjin looked over at Jisung as he spoke with a smirk on his face that was just bordering on the edge of mischievous. “Is it really gay chicken if they’re just trying to take Pepero from the other? It’s not like they were actually making out or anything.”
“Oh yeah…” Jisung responded thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. “I guess I’d say that’s not gay.”
“That was pretty gay.” Seungmin’s voice cut in as the man rolled his eyes. “Sticking your tongue in another man's mouth is gay in any capacity."
“I agree with Ji and Hyun. Not gay if it’s for food.” Felix added his two cents.
The debate made everyone turn to look at Changbin who turned to meet their gazes. “Are you saying I need to make out with him to win?”
There was a chorus of excited affirmatives that sounded at the question just at the same time that Chan was interjecting. “No! That’s not what they’re saying.”
The leader's words were ignored as Changbin turned back to Minho with another challenging look.
“Prepare to back down, hyung.” The added honorific at the end felt more like a taunt than the rest of the words.
And because his opponent was Minho, and the challenge was to make the other uncomfortable enough to back out, the older male was pushing off the couch to stand. He rose to his feet and let his extra centimeters of height help intimidate.
“Bring it on straight boy.”
And then their lips were connecting–this time no sweet dessert between them that they were fighting over.
It was a proper kiss, one with lips moving against the others and mouth parting to encourage the other one closer. While there wasn’t a new stick of Pepero between them, both of their mouths still had a lingering sweetness from where they had each eaten a stick moments before. That did nothing to deter either of them as they both seemed to press forward like they were trying to get more of that taste in their own mouth.
Changbin’s hand made its way to the back of Minho’s neck once again to help steady him and bring him closer. Or maybe it was to try and agitate him and make him uncomfortable with kissing his dongsaeng. It was hard to tell.
But Minho was responding in kind. He had a hand going up to cup Changbin’s face while the other moved to rest on his hip. He was stepping into the kiss so they were impossibly close, bodies pressing against each other and Changbin’s head force ever so slightly to angle up to accommodate the kiss.
There was a smirk on Changbin’s face that could be felt against Minho’s lips as they kissed. Minho’s expression was a little more determined as his competitive side was making his need to win a little too strong. Enough so that he was the one who was shoving forward and pressing his tongue into the younger's mouth.
A huff of surprised air was released from Changbin that Minho readily swallowed with his mouth but any shock didn’t last. No, Changbin was meeting the challenge readily. He let his tongue swirl with Minho’s in his mouth, dancing in some intricate way that was new, but felt good. He even pressed his own tongue forward at one point until he was able to bully his way into licking the inside of Minho’s mouth–the hand he had as leverage on the back of his neck helping to hold him in place as he did so.
Like that they made out for some unknown amount of time, the person leading the kiss swapping back and forth a few times as they tried to push each other into being uncomfortable. Neither party willing to back down.
“Alright alright!” Chan clapped his hands loudly to draw their attention away from each other.
Their lips disconnected, both now red and glistening with a thin sheen of saliva from where they had been connected. There was still a confident smirk on Changbin’s face, and Minho’s eyes were narrowed with his competitive determination that still burned in his expression. It took them several deep inhales of breath that they had both lost during the kiss and a surprisingly long amount of time before they each moved to take a step back and let go of where they held the other.
Changbin’s thumb went up to wipe his mouth just as Minho’s tongue darted out to taste his own. Both of them continued to watch the other.
“If they had started dry humping in the living room I was gonna quit the group.” Seungmin muttered exasperatedly.
“I'll never play the Pepero game again.” Jeongin’s voice sounded a little distant, like the youngest was traumatized from what he had just witnessed.
“We get it guys,” Chan was cutting in again. “Neither of you will back down. You’re both winners! Good job! Can we please start watching the movie now?” There was a little desperation in his tone, like he knew his request was futile to ask.
“Okay but like, is kissing another guy actually gay?” Felix, who was now finishing the box of Pepero in his hand, was looking thoughtfully between Changbin and Minho, like they had been giving a lecture he was interested in.
“I mean,” Jisung started moving to also take one of the chocolate covered sticks out of the box. “You and I kissed before, right? I don’t feel like I’m gay because of it.”
There was an exasperated noise that fell from Seungmin's lips as he shook his head. “Kissing a guy–especially like that–is gay.”
Felix moved to look down at his chest like that would somehow give him introspection of himself. “Yeah, no. I don’t feel gay.”
“Kissing can be platonic.” Hyunjin added his legs kicking a little in Seungmin’s lap.
“That was not a platonic kiss!” Jeongin said abruptly, his face contorted in a mixture of fear and disgust as he looked at his hyungs. “They were full on making out in front of us!”
“Yeah, sure they made out. But it’s not like they touched each other's dicks or anything.” Jisung gestured at the two standing men. “I vote not gay.”
“I second that. Not gay.” Felix was raising a hand in the vote that no one else was participating in.
“So I have to touch his dick to win?” Changbin was now looking over at them with a quirked eyebrow.
“No!” Chan yelled, throwing his hand out in front of him.
“If the game was to prove you were gay sure.” Hyunjin said non-chalantly before leveling Changbin with a serious look. “This is gay chicken ‘tho. You’re trying to make the other person uncomfortable."
“So then how do I win?” Changbin was looking back at Minho letting his eyes drag a little over him as if trying to think of the best way to make him uncomfortable.
“Suck his dick?” Felix suggests with a soft but serious look, as if he was just making a recommendation on where they should eat, not telling his hyung to suck his other hyung’s cock.
Several people burst out with laughter at the suggestion–Jisung, Hyunjin and even Seungmin all losing it over the bluntness from the blonde male. Even Jeongin released an amused huff as he looked around the room in disbelief as if he didn’t know what was happening.
Only Chan seemed not amused as he smacked his forehead with his palm and shook his head muttering to himself. “What is wrong with everyone? I just wanted to watch a movie.”
“Woah hold up.” Minho said, raising one of his hands. “How did we go from kissing to him sucking my dick?”
“It's gay chicken hyung.” Felix explains matter-of-factly. “Obviously you guys making out wasn’t gay enough to make Binnie uncomfortable. But him just touching your dick likely wouldn’t push any boundaries you have, so we have to jump a little. Do something that might make you both uncomfortable.”
“Are we really having Changbin play gay chicken with an actual gay guy? This seems a little skewed towards Minho winning.” Jisung said as he tilted his head in thought.
“Yeah I guess that is a little messed up,” Hyunjin added.
“Ya’ think?” Seungmin was once again rolling his eyes.
“I’m not worried about Minho being gay.” Changbin folds his arms across his chest as if he feels like everyone is doubting him.
“You’re not sucking my dick Changbin.” Minho says, leveling him with a look. “Kissing is one thing. Sex with bandmates is an entirely different level.”
Their eyes met again, at first a serious look being exchanged between them. That was until a smug smirk curled onto Changbin’s face as he wiggled his eyebrows. “So you’re forfeiting.”
A series of “ooo”s sounded from a couple people in the room, but the two were stuck in their own staring contest so they paid no heed.
Minho’s neck tilted with those words, his expression turning a little dangerous. “I’m not forfeiting. You don’t want to suck my dick, and I don’t want you to. Why would we do that?”
“To prove who’d back down first.”
“Are you fucking serious?” Minho shook his head in disbelief as he blinked rapidly, not believing what he was hearing. “You’re telling me, that if I let you, you’d suck my dick to prove that you wouldn’t back down from gay chicken?”
Changbin shrugged like what he was agreeing to was no big deal.
Minho huffed an amused, disbelieving laugh as shifted to place his hands on his hips and give a questioning look to Changbin, like he was trying to figure out if this was a bluff or not. If his dongsaeng was actually ready to give him a blow job just to not lose a game.
He opened and closed his mouth a few times trying to figure out the words. He licked his lips before finally asking. “What do you get out of this?”
“Beating you.” Changbin answered instantly, the same fire of determination from earlier lit in his eyes.
Another huff escaped Minho before he was letting his lips curl up in a cruel smile. “Okay.” He said bluntly, watching Changbin closely as he spoke.
There was just a moment where there could have been a hint of nervousness flashing in Changbin’s eyes. But it was gone just as fast as it was there. Instead Changbin nodding in confirmation. “Okay?”
“Okay. I get a blowjob out of this. I have nothing to lose.”
“Then it should be easy for you.” Changbin taunted with a smirk, his eyes darting down Minho’s body to where his dick was hidden behind the fabric of his pants. The older male shifted a little under the other’s gaze, a little self-consciousness suddenly flaring.
“You are not doing this.” Chan cut in, making both of them look over to where the oldest member was making a stop gesture with his hand. “This is crazy. Both of you sit down so we can watch the movie.”
“You’re no fun Channie-hyung,” Jisung immediately retaliated as he shifted from where he and the rest of the group had been watching the back and forth between the two.
“And why not.” Changbin shot back. “We’re adults and can make our own decisions.”
“Doing this off of some bet or something is not how it should be done. You guys are band mates, a hyung and his dongsaeng. Act like it.” Chan was giving his best lecturing dad voice.
“Oh shit should we bet on this?” Hyunjin asked excitedly, shifting so he was sitting up and looking with enthusiasm around the room.
“My money’s on Minho backing out first.” Seungmin said flatly, his eyes doing a judging swipe over Minho’s back. Said man turned to glare at him with a sharp look as if the fact that he was being doubted was a great crime.
“I’ll put down on Changbin then!” Felix yelled next.
“Jagi is way too stubborn to lose. Plus he likes other dudes. Jagiya is absolutely going to win!” Jisung had a smug look as he gave Minho a thumbs up.
“Okay so 2 for Changbin caving first and 1 for Minho.” Hyunjin started using his fingers to represent the current betting pool they have. “To even it, I’ll say Minho is gonna back out. Jeongin?”
“I’m not betting on this. You all are insane!” Jeongin’s eyebrows were raised under his hairline in a concerned and partially mortified look. “Minho’s actually gay. This isn’t fair.”
“Sounds like he thinks Minho will win.” Jisung chimed excitedly. “That’s 3 for Jagi!”
They didn’t bother asking Chan his thoughts as he was now rubbing his temples and looked done with the group.
Changbin was then turning a competitive smile onto Minho as his arms crossed over his chest. “We doing this then?”
“I’m not losing.”
Their gaze’s locked for an extended moment, before Minho was looking down at his body and back at Changbin almost challengingly. It made the younger's eyes fall back to the seam of his pants where Minho’s cock was hidden.
“Not here!” Chan yelled abruptly as if he was reading their thoughts as to how they should start this. “No one is getting their dick out in the living room!”
Minho rolled his eyes dramatically, as if that was an unreasonable request. Changbin however nodded. “Very well.” He turned to Minho and nodded his head in the direction of the bedrooms. “Shall we?”
There was no answer from the older male, just him starting to walk in the direction of the rooms. Changbin followed. They ended up in Minho’s room which had its normal clean appearance-bed made, clothes in the hamper and only mild signs that it was lived in.
Crossing the threshold of the room, made their reality just a little too real as they were suddenly in the room alone. The door shutting behind them was almost deafening as it closed.
Minho didn’t linger in the doorway like Changbin, instead confidently moving over to his bed where he sat on the edge of it only to give a smug look at where the muscular man was standing just inside the room suddenly awkward.
“Having second thoughts?”
That sparked something in Changbin that made him move, the uncertainty of the situation masked by his need to win. An annoyed noise clicked between his teeth and cheeks as he leveled Minho with a look. “You wish.”
Then he was moving closer until he was standing just in front of where the older male was sitting. He put hands on Minho’s knees, spreading them just a little as he moved to kneel down on the ground between them. There was a determined look in his eyes as he watched the other the whole time he slowly lowered himself.
Minho’s smirk only seemed to grow as he watched the other kneel in front of him. He was then leaning over just enough so that he could grab one of his pillows that he shoved at Changbin. When all he got was a questioning look in response, Minho was giving an almost mocking laugh.
“It’s for your knees straight boy. Being on them can be quite taxing. It helps.” There was an air of confidence that seemed to roll off of Minho that made the room just a little hotter. It also made staring up into his eyes a little overwhelming. Changbin used the pillow as an excuse to look away. He shifted so that he could place the cushion under his knees.
“Thanks. I’ll have to remember that,” he said as if he had just been given basic advice from his hyung. Changbin settled his hands back on Minho’s legs, this time letting them rest just a little higher on his thighs. “You ready hyung?”
The way the honorific rolled off his tongue just as he made eye contact from between Minho’s legs made the older male take a deep inhale, his air of confidence thrown off just a little from the eagerness of the man kneeling before him.
“You know what you’re doing?” It was just a taunt to help ease any nerves that he may have.
All this was, was a simple competition between friends. See who could make the other more uncomfortable first. Nothing beyond that. Something that Minho could do. Something he could win. He was actually gay after all. Receiving a blowjob from a man was easier for him than it was for Changbin to give one. It should be an easy win.
“I understand the basics enough.” Changbin shot back, his eyes moving from where they had been watching Minho’s face to between his legs.
His hands were steady as they moved to the edge of Minho’s sweat pants where they grabbed the waistband of them and his underwear and started to pull down. The older man lifted his hips to let the fabric be pulled until his cock was exposed to the air of the room. Changbin didn’t bother removing the pants completely, letting the waistband stay caught on Minho’s thighs as his eyes locked onto the mostly flaccid dick now at his eye level.
“You’re not hard,” is the first thing Changbin says, his eyebrows furrowing a little.
A clicking sound was made with Minho’s tongue as he rolls his eyes. “Did you expect me to be?”
Somewhere in Changbin’s mind he had. His own dick had twitched in interest earlier when they were making out, so he guessed he assumed that it would have affected Minho more. But that was obviously not the case. And beside that, there really hadn’t been anything else that would have been considered sexy to help turn Minho on.
“I guess I didn’t know what to expect.” Changbin answered honestly as he stared straight at Minho’s exposed cock. He pulled his lips in between his teeth as he stared at it contemplatively. This was the first time he was so close to another person’s unclothed dick, and definitely the first time he had intent to touch one.
“Well it’s not gonna get hard with you just looking at it.” There was a flatness to Minho’s tone that was taunting. There was also just the hint of embarrassment trying to trickle in, but the older chose to ignore that. “You have to touch it. Unless that’s too much.”
“Right.” Changbin nodded, his gaze not breaking from the cock in front of him. He didn’t even play into the taunt as he moved one of his hands to wrap around the soft flesh of Minho’s dick.
There was a hiss at the first contact leaving Minho’s lips, and the dick in Changbin’s hand twitched under his fingers. He let the weight of it sit in his hand for a moment, admiring how it felt there–the warmth, and the almost velvety soft skin under his fingers. Tentatively he was moving his thumb to brush over the tip which made it respond more, filling out some in his hand.
Minho didn’t make any more noises as Changbin tentatively held him in his hand making small experimental movements to try and encourage it to harden. There was still some disbelief that this was happening. He had never wanted to end up with any of his band members this way. It had been one of his rules to himself. Too scared that any intra-band relationship might jeopardize their group. But since this was just a bet, a game to see who caved first, this was okay.
Or at least that’s what he was telling himself as he looked down at Changbin kneeling in front of him, holding him and looking at his dick like it was fascinating as he tugged on it and encouraged it to fullness. The sight of the muscular male on his knees and with focus in his eyes was likely helping to make Minho harden in his hand.
When he was now more than half hard, Changbin’s hand was able to wrap more effectively around him and a tongue was darting out to wet his lips as he continued to watch his hand move there.
“Damn hyung. I may have bitten off more than I can chew. I didn’t realize you’d be this big.”
The words weren’t meant to be sexy. Minho knows this. He can tell with the way that Changbin had said them. Still, hearing his dongsaeng say that about his cock as he looked at it like that, did something to Minho. Something that made his cock twitch dramatically in the hand wrapped around it.
That was the first time that Changbin broke eye contact with his cock. His eyes moved up to look at Minho who was staring down at him. He stared just a minute before his lip was curling up on one side in a smirk. “Did you like me calling you big?”
Minho glared down at him. “You’re touching my dick. What do you think would happen?”
Changbin chuckled. “Whatever you say hyung.” Then, because this was a competition, a thumb was moving to rub just underneath the head of Minho’s cock in a slow drag that made the older man suck in a breath from the sensation. The smugness in Changbin’s smirk only grew.
When Minho released the breath, his glare intensified until he was practically burning a hole through Changbin with it. “I thought this was a blow job. Are you planning on stalling any longer?”
There was an eyeroll from the younger man, but he moved his gaze back down to watch where his hand was holding Minho. There was some hesitation in the look now, one that had replaced the curiosity and smugness that had been there moments before. It made Minho let out an almost evil laugh.
“It’s clean. Showered right before we sat down. All ready for you.” The older male was clearly taunting. Pushing the other, trying to make him uncomfortable.
It worked just enough to make Changbin grimace and glare momentarily up at him. But after that, it seemed to have the opposite effect. It took his hesitation and turned it into determination. He couldn’t let Minho win.
So with that new resolve, he was shifting himself further forward on his pillow and lowering his head between Minho’s legs.
It started with just his tongue sticking out and coming in contact with the underside of his cock. Quickly it turned into him wrapping his lips around the head and letting him fill his mouth, not daring to go down far yet. The feeling of him inside of his mouth was interesting–the taste, the warmth, all of it. It wasn’t a bad feeling.
The way that Minho sighed when lips wrapped around his cock made Changbin kind of like it. His eyes opened from where they had closed to look up at Minho as he left his cock sitting in his mouth. Their gaze locked and an almost electric shiver ran through both of them from the intensity.
Changbin let his head bob a little moving his mouth along the head keeping eye contact as he did so and letting his hand hold where he wasn’t reaching with his mouth. It took only a few up and down motions like that before Minho’s dick filled the rest of the way out, fully hard now under the ministrations of the younger in front of him.
Minho leaned himself back a little so he could rest his hands on the bed behind him, not knowing where else to put them. Holding Changbin’s head was a bit too intimate. Leaning back like he was made the sight of Changbin moving up and down a little more intense however.
When Changbin moved to press his tongue against the underside of Minho’s head, a huffed, surprised noise fell from Minho’s mouth before he could stop it. That turned into an amused chuckle as he looked down at Changbin. “I was kind of expecting this to suck. You sure you haven’t done this before?”
Changbin snorted, the feeling vibrating along Minho’s dick before he pulled away and licked his lips, as his hands moved to where his mouth was in its absence. “Nope. Definitely the first dick I’ve put in my mouth. I have, however, gotten blow jobs. So I guess I know what feels good?” There was a curious thoughtfulness in his tone as he thought about what he was doing, his hand almost absently moving along Minho as he contemplated.
“Joys of being gay. Same anatomy.” Minho mused, which made Changbin laugh.
“Yeah I guess so.” Changbin was now thoughtfully looking back at Minho’s dick. The older thrust his hips forward just a little, enough to catch Changbin off guard from the movement so that he looked up to see Minho’s smirking face peering down at him.
The smugness in Minho’s expression was enough to make Changbin mouth open and his tongue fall out to lick a slow, drawn out stripe up the length of his dick to try and make that smugness falter. It did nothing of the sort, instead adding to Minho’s arrogance as his smirk quirked further.
It was now Changbin’s mission to wipe that arrogance off of Minho’s face.
He moved to wrap his lips around him once again, this time taking him further down then before. The older’s smirk remained in place, but the barely-there twitch of his hips under Changbin’s hand gave the younger confidence to keep going. He wanted to destroy Minho’s smugness.
The movements weren’t practiced and maybe a little sloppy, but the way that Minho’s body felt responsive against his tongue and hands made him think he was doing an okay job. When he went too far and made himself gag, the cruel laugh Minho let out was just a little too breathless showing Changbin that he was turned on more than he was letting on.
“Careful there.”
The tongue licking the bead of precum out of his slit was in retaliation to the taunt and was successful at making Minho shiver and smirk falter. Changbin dove in again.
Wet sounds of his mouth filled the air around them that was otherwise too silent. Minho’s breaths were mixing in there some, but he was still obviously trying to keep them quiet. Each time Changbin hallowed his cheeks and slowly dragged upward on his cock, that breathing seemed to get just a little louder however.
The weight of Minho in his mouth and warmth of him on his tongue was a new, but not unwelcoming experience. The restrained tensing of Minho’s hips as they wanted to thrust into his mouth, and the way his breath would hitch just a little when Changbin focused on the head, was a completely welcoming experience however. He found himself pushing hard trying to get Minho to lose himself.
He went further down, careful to relax his throat to take in more without gagging. Letting his tongue press hard into the underside of his cock. Moved his hands where he couldn’t reach just a little more steadily. All things that seemed to chip away at Minho's composure.
He wasn’t sure how long he was doing that. His jaw ached from the way he was making it open and his knees were already a little sore–the pillow had actually been a nice gesture, even if it had felt like Minho teasing him. But the sheer determination to make Minho’s resolve crumble kept him pushing forward.
At some point, the older male stopped looking down at him, head thrown back as his hands clutching into the covers below them as the pleasure was trying to take over his body. This made Changbin double down his efforts picking up his pacing enough to make Minho’s breath stutter.
When a series of curses started to fall from Minho’s mouth, Changbin felt his lips pulling into a smirk from where they were already stretched over his cock. It took only another minute or so before Minho was moving his hand to push a little at Changbin’s shoulder.
“Shit, fuck-I’m gonna cum.”
Changbin let himself do one last slow drag up the cock until he disconnected from it with a distinctive pop. His hands moved right where his mouth had been, continuing to stroke there as Minho’s hand clenched and unclenched in the air before finding the sheets behind him again.
He never slowed his hands as he looked up at Minho with his mouth hanging open and head thrown back.
The only warning he got was a breathless “fuck,” before Minho was tensing below him and he his dick started to spasm through an orgasm.
Changbin caught the majority of his release with one of his hands hovering over the tip as his other hand continued to pump Minho through his climax. Watching the older’s face as it contorted with pleasure made Changbin acutely aware of his own arousal now at half mast behind his own sweat pants. It twitched in response to the way Minho’s eyebrows were pinched together and his mouth was closed so that he could bite his cheek to stay quiet.
He stroked the cock until the last spurt seemed to catch in his hand and Minho’s body sagged a little against the bed. When he pulled his hands back he held them kind of awkwardly in front of him, not sure what to do with the cum now cupped in the palm of his hand as it started to dribble down the sides.
Sitting back on his legs, he just let his other hand hover below the cum filled one so there was no chance of it dripping out and he grimaced down at them. There was a snort from Minho that made him look back up.
The image he got was Minho still leaning back pants caught on his thighs with his softening dick resting against his exposed hips. The older was looking down at him, his eyes just a little glassy from his orgasm, and lips parted as he continued to try and regulate his breathing. His chest was rising and falling from those breaths, and honestly the scene was probably one of the hottest things that Changbin had ever seen.
The twitch of his now mostly hard dick was proof of that.
Minho seemed to take mercy on him however, and didn’t stay in that position. Instead he was leaning over to his bed side table and grabbing several tissues to hand to Changbin to help him clean up his hand.
The younger male readily took the tissues, messily transferring the release in his hands to them as Minho shifted on his bed to pull his pants back into place.
It was when Changbin was depositing the now dirty tissues into the trash he could reach without standing up that he heard the first exasperated laugh escape Minho’s lips.
He looked over to see Minho rubbing his eyes and laughing as he sat there on his bed. “I can’t believe you just sucked my dick for a game of gay chicken.” The post nut clarity must have hit as the older seemed a little embarrassed as he hid behind his hands.
“I can’t believe you just let your dongsaeng suck your dick.” Changbin countered his own chuckle of disbelief bubbling from his throat.
Minho moved his hand to look over at Changbin and they shared a glance. Then the room filled with their laughter as both men let the ridiculousness of the situation settle over them. One of them was still coming down from his high of an orgasm and the other was still awkwardly holding his hands from when they had been filled with the other’s release. All because neither of them would back down from a Pepero game challenge.
Well that and they had terrible friends who were not great influences or voices of reason.
“And we still don’t have a winner.” Changbin eventually said as he shook his head.
More laughter. Minho looked on the verge of tears from how hard he was laughing, and Changbin wasn’t far from that.
Eventually they settled, the air around them far from awkward which is good considering what had just happened between them. They just shook their heads at each other before Changbin was moving to stand up from his position on the ground.
“I’m gonna go wash my hands,” Changbin said, holding his hands out which just made Minho snort again.
“That’s a good idea.”
He exited out of Minho’s room to go to the bathroom to do just that. His lips were a little swollen in the mirror which made him chuckle again, still in disbelief at what he had just done. He drank from the faucet and swished water in his mouth for good measures just to make sure he didn’t have any lingering after taste of Minho’s dick in his mouth. He didn’t feel disgusted or anything by the thought of it, but he felt like that was likely something he should have done.
When he walked back into the living room it was almost at the exact time that Minho was also coming into it from the kitchen. He was holding two water bottles he must have gotten from the fridge. Their returned presence made every single head turn in their direction.
Jisung was scrambling to find the remote and pause the movie that they had actually started watching. “Did you do it?! Who backed down?!” His excitement was palpable.
Minho and Changbin exchanged a look before they both broke out in laughter again. “Neither of us.”
“He totally sucked my dick.” Minho said smugly as he winked at Changbin who just rolled his eyes.
There was an uproar of people all making noise all around them. A loud exclamation of wonder from Felix, while Hyunjin yelled “Really?!” Jisung made some noise with the back of his throat as his eyes danced between the two. Seungmin let out a huff of air in disbelief, while Jeongin made a disgusted sound. Chan’s groan of indignation was the most drawn out which the entire group just ignored.
“Seriously? Changbin, you sucked a dick? How was it?” Jisung was leaning forward from his seat that was now on the couch with Chan’s legs draped over his and Hyunjin’s lap. Those legs seemed to be the only thing keeping him from jumping up.
“Weird? I don’t know.” The muscular man answered while lifting his eyebrow, not sure how to describe the experience to others. He still wasn’t fully sure about it for himself so wasn’t sure how to describe it. He moved to rub his jaw that was now aching. “I’m more sore than I expected.”
Jisung made a noise that was equal parts fascinated and horrified as he realized that Changbin wasn’t lying. “Shit, you actually did?!” He was looking at where the older man’s lips were still swollen from being stretched only a little while ago.
Minho snorted but was moving further into the room. He tossed one of his water bottles at Changbin as he walked by before settling himself on the open part of the second couch next to where Felix was sitting with Seungmin leaning back against the couch in front of him. Felix had been rubbing his shoulders when they had first returned.
“The aftercare!” Hyunjin harshly whispered as he leaned over to hit Felix’s arm and gestured at the water bottle that Changbin was now holding. The whisper was pointless as everyone heard him, but Felix just laughs. Minho rolls his eyes as he takes a seat on the couch settling into its cushions, his posture relaxed and unbothered.
“Oh my god he’s glowing!” Jisung yells craning his neck to look over at Minho. “Jagi, how good was the head that you’re glowing?!”
Changbin let out a harsh, amused laugh at the question as he also moved further into the room. He settles on the ground in front of Hyunjin nodding at Minho. “Yeah hyung, how was it?” The confidence laced in his tone was trying to tease the older, but much like each challenge earlier, Minho met it with equal resilience.
“For being his first blow job, surprisingly good.” His piercing eyes moved to lock onto Changbin as he tilted his head with a playful yet menacing look. “You what, only gagged two, three times?”
“Only twice. But who was counting?”
A horrified noise sounded from Jeongin who was seated off in his lone kitchen chair. “Oh my god. Please stop.” Several people laughed.
“Changbin I hope you know you lost your spot as the second straightest member of Stray Kids tonight.” Seungmin said seriously as he looked over as if disappointed.
Said person let out another loud laugh as he rolled his eyes. “Sucking one dick did not turn me gay.”
“No, but it does make you gayer than me. A straight man who’s never sucked a dick.” Seungmin counters immediately.
“Hey guys,” Hyunjin suddenly sounds, his eyes looking down at the ground as if in deep contemplation. “I know he sucked a dick and all, but like, is it even gay if he didn’t get off himself?”
“Oh shit,” Jisung says, taking in the words like they were some deep philosophy.
“Nope, I’m pretty sure sucking another man’s dick is always gay.” Seungmin says, looking at the others like they’ve grown extra heads.
“Or like,” Felix starts, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion. “Is it even gay if he doesn’t take it up the ass?”
There was a loud groan from Chan as he complained. “Guuuys, what the fuck? Can’t we just watch a movie like a normal friend group.”
Changbin ignored him as his eyebrows also furrowed at the others' proposed questions. His eyes moved over to Minho who was sitting there still relaxed with his legs spread just like earlier in his bed, a space between them where Changbin had so easily fit just a little bit ago.
Their gaze caught and Minho’s eyebrows were raising at the other’s look. Changbin’s lip just twitched into a smile at the confident, yet curious look he received. A start of another challenging look simmering under the surface for both of them.