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The two guys skating had already fallen five times in only ten minutes, the beautiful taller one flailing and screeching as he toppled into walls and the thin guy with the pretty nose cackling at him until he overbalanced and landed hard on his ass. Five times. On a busy day in Namjoon’s sci-fi themed roller-skating rink, they would have been inconspicuous, but it was almost empty. Namjoon heard them every time they bounced off the lunar-horizon carpeted walls and slid over the luminous grey floor under the black lights.
They’d come in a few days earlier too, and a few days before that. Namjoon couldn’t forget a pair of faces that beautiful. They kept turning their gazes right at Namjoon and whispering to each other with little smirks. Namjoon supposed it could be said that they’d gotten the hang of skating now. Kind of. He’d watched them the whole time as he slowly swept the carpeted area where people put their skates on, watched them hang onto each other’s arms and topple over their feet.
Much to Namjoon’s surprise, the slender one with the long face teetered right over on his skates, a big smile bringing round apples to his cheeks. “Come here often?” he asked.
Namjoon glanced down at the logo of the skating rink on his black tank top, his uniform orange pants and personal skates. “Well, I’m the manager.”
“Yeah, I know,” the guy laughed. “I hope they pay you real well since you attract so many customers.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
Namjoon’s blinked at him.
“Hoseok, lay off!” the second guy yelled over the music. Even at fifteen feet in the half-dark, Namjoon’s throat dried up when that beautiful face made eye contact with him. He was trying to skate backwards, pushing himself along the low wall of the rink with his feet moving in tiny shuffles. To his credit, his face looked totally unbothered like the shuffle was perfectly natural. Until he overbalanced and fell with a surprised yelp.
“That is…that is Seokjin,” Hoseok said.
“Is he okay?” Namjoon said, gliding towards the gate into the rink.
“He’s fine. His knees can take a beating,” Hoseok yelled behind him.
Namjoon reached Seokjin before he was halfway standing, twirling on his feet to get a hand under his shoulder and lift.
“That was a nice twirl,” Seokjin said as he shakily rose. “I can also do a twirl.”
“Please don’t hurt yourself,” Namjoon said.
“Too late for that,” Hoseok said, skating slowly up with his arms braced in front of him. “We’ve both got huge bruises on our knees. Kiss it better?”
“Um.”
Hoseok caught onto his arm with what might have been flirty contact if he wasn’t gripping with all his strength.
“Look at this,” Seokjin said, pushing away from the wall. He managed a small twirl at a tenth of Namjoon’s speed, and then, in slow motion, tipped and sat down. “Woo,” Seokjin said, fanning himself. “I’m getting tired. Gotta take a break.”
Namjoon dragged Hoseok across the floor to offer Seokjin a hand, who pretended not to see it as he struggled to his feet. “You guys should stick to the wall till you get a little better,” Namjoon said. “For the safety of, like, everyone in here.” Only a couple families hung around, a few kids flying in circles and one little one with her mother inching along the opposite wall. “But like, I could help, if you want.”
“Don’t need help,” Seokjin said, managing to straighten. “Hoseok, come on.”
“Babe,” Hoseok sighed. He separated from Namjoon and slid Seokjin. They linked arms and almost toppled over, muttering as they skated away at a very cautious pace. Seokjin glanced over his shoulder at Namjoon with a beautiful pout.
Namjoon waited only a couple minutes by the edge of the rink before the pair skated up again. Seokjin drew a blasé hand through his hair and caught the wall with a little fancy turn that almost disguised his haggard breath and shaking limbs.
“Can I get your name?” Hoseok said with that glowing smile again.
“It’s Namjoon. Hoseok and Seokjin, right?”
“Mhm. I’d love to take up your offer to help. This is our favorite date spot, Seokjin and me, so actually knowing how to skate would be, ah, useful.” He looked somewhat rueful. Even in the colored lighting, his cheeks and ears looked a little flushed.
Out on the floor, Namjoon skated calmly backwards with Hoseok’s hands in his, guiding him as quickly as he dared. Hoseok squeaked and gripping his hands. Seokjin followed behind, one hand within reach of the wall so he could steady himself when he needed too, though he was trying very hard not to use it.
“How’d you learn to skate?” Hoseok said.
“My parents own this place. I’ve been in here skating here my whole life.”
Hoseok looked surprised. “Wow. No wonder you make this look so easy.”
“Your boyfriend doesn’t mind this, does he?” Namjoon said, raising their clasped hands. Seokjin had started falling behind.
“Oh, he’s just jealous,” Hoseok said, glancing over his shoulder. One foot nearly slid out from under him.
“That’s exactly what I’m worried about.”
“Jealous of me,” Hoseok said. He turned back around and met Namjoon’s eyes, “getting to hold hands with you.”
Seokjin watched, eyebrows pulled in and plush lips hanging open. Catching Namjoon’s gaze, he swept a hand through his dark hair and pushed it off a strong forehead with intense eyebrows.
Namjoon swallowed. “Wanna try skating backwards?”
“I think I should master forwards first—oh fuck.”
Namjoon spun them, one arm around Hoseok’s waist and the other gripping his hand between them like a ballroom dance. “Push outward with the back of your foot,” Namjoon murmured, guiding with a toe. Hoseok stared up with his mouth hanging open, gripping Namjoon for dear life. He took the instruction easily though, and for a moment, they skated pressed together.
Namjoon put some distance between them quickly enough, pushing outwards so Hoseok didn’t have to worry about smashing their feet together and the mothers didn’t have to worry about the rink’s staff getting presumptuous in public. Still, Hoseok had a new determination in his eyes. When Namjoon turned them back around, Seokjin was standing stock still against the wall, watching them.
Hoseok seemed to have finally gotten his feet under him. Namjoon dropped Hoseok’s hands at the wall and grabbed Seokjin’s arms instead. Too late to worry if he was out of bounds. Seokjin came easily though, following his lead with one look back at Hoseok. “I promise I was better at this in middle school,” Seokjin said.
“I’ll bet you’ve grown a lot since then.”
Seokjin nodded. He was even prettier up close, attractive in a more classic, handsome way than Hoseok’s elfin charm, shoulders broad in his v-neck. Namjoon drew Seokjin closer, watched him struggle to stay poised with the shift in position.
“You two don’t just come here for me, do you?” he asked, close to Seokjin’s ear.
Seokjin’s little gasp made it through the din of skate wheels and pounding music.
“N-not just…for you,” he said. His hands squeezed tighter. “This is fun. I need practice. I…” He looked around, seeming actually uncomfortable. Namjoon gave him some distance, letting go and drifting back to watch Seokjin’s progress. He nodded approvingly.
“Doing good.”
Seokjin’s face brightened. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Namjoon ran gently into something behind him at waist height. Hoseok’s arm, it turned out. “Get off work anytime soon?” he said, lowly.
“You’re not worried about coming on too hard here?” Namjoon said. He skated a quick circle around Hoseok to pull him along from behind, getting them out of the way of the children streaking around the rink.
“I mean, I wasn’t really, no.”
“He doesn’t tend to think before he acts,” Seokjin said, colliding with them. “Or about consequences.”
“I’m not worried,” Hoseok said to Seokjin. “He watches us every time we come in here.” He turned back to Namjoon, pressing close and tipping his head back. “We’ve noticed that, you know. Seokjin’s pretty nice to look at, right?”
Namjoon might have felt a little lightheaded. “You too,” he muttered. “You’re…nice to look at.”
Hoseok looked a little too surprised at that.
“Told you,” Seokjin said, trying to hip check Hoseok and nearly falling over. “So Namjoon, are you getting off work anytime soon?”
Namjoon still had five hours of his shift left to go. He shook his head. “Tell you what though. This place is empty today. If you wanted to find a spot in here, I’ve got the keys.”
Seokjin and Hoseok’s jaws dropped.
They met Yoongi with a big box of stuffed animals on their way past the front desk. “The claw machines?” Namjoon said.
“Yeah, again,” Yoongi sighed, nodding at the loud arcade towering like a cavern through a door off the lobby. “Jungkook keeps fucking winning. Who the hell is this good at claw machines?”
“What have you been doing with all the stuffed animals he gives you?”
Yoongi surveyed Seokjin and Hoseok curiously. “Giving them to Goodwill. I can’t keep five claw machines worth of toys in my house. He’s started going after the electronics, thankfully. They’re a little trickier.” He kept moving.
“Hey Yoongi, can you do me a favor and keep people out of the party rooms for the next hour?”
“Yeah, I can do that. Why?”
“Don’t worry about it.” He led Hoseok and Seokjin off without another word.
“He’s giving us one hell of a look,” Hoseok said.
“Yoongi won’t rat on us, don’t worry. He’ll just want me to tell him everything later. We don’t get a lot of excitement here that isn’t kids puking in the bathroom.”
He unlocked the door to one of the private party lounges and led them inside. It was a multi-purpose space, a big table for cake and pizza on one side and an open area with couches on the other for games and stacking presents. They kept the lighting intentionally low to hide the grime and discoloration of the rocket-ship-patterned couches and faded carpet. He locked the door behind them.
“Not very romantic, but—”
Seokjin had him pinned to the wall as soon as he turned around, his mouth already on Namjoon’s neck with a hot tongue and those soft, plush lips. Hoseok smirked at him from over Seokjin’s shoulder. Suddenly it was Namjoon unsteady on his skates.
“The first time we were ever here,” Seokjin murmured in Namjoon’s ear as his hands slid up inside his shirt, “you were skating around the rink looking like a fucking Olympian it looked so easy, and Hoseok got fucking hard just looking at you.”
“Half-hard. Come on. I’m not that much of a pervert.”
“I didn’t get it,” Seokjin said, and one hand slid unabashedly over Namjoon’s ass, “because, like, what the fuck, but then Hoseok said your thighs must be in great shape, and I changed my mind.”
“Roller skating is a great workout,” Namjoon gasped.
Seokjin dropped to his knees and started yanking at the orange uniform pants that were supposed to make Namjoon look like an astronaut.
“We were really sore after the first day,” Hoseok said, totally unaffected by his boyfriend pulling a stranger’s pants down. Namjoon wondered if they seduced people often. Wouldn’t be hard looking like they did. “I told Seokjin to imagine how toned you must be everywhere we were sore. Abs, ass, thighs…”
“Yeah, wow, look at that,” Seokjin said, pushing Namjoon’s shirt up his stomach, which was currently winning the constant tug of war between skating and discount pizza. A second later, cool air hit Namjoon’s thighs and Seokjin sucked a sharp breath in through his teeth. Namjoon didn’t even have a second to be self-conscious.
“Get him on the couch,” Hoseok snapped.
“Grab my lube,” Seokjin said.
As the person who cleaned the couches, Namjoon could barely stop his cringe when his bare butt hit one, but Seokjin was lifting one of Namjoon’s legs out of his pants and up onto the couch so he could bite along the skin of his inner thigh, though his pants caught on his skate and went no further. Seokjin’s hand wrapped around his swelling cock. His head spun. “Hoseok, can I?” Seokjin breathed.
“Do it,” Hoseok said.
“Do what?” Namjoon asked, just before Seokjin’s beautiful lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Namjoon gripped his hair, pulling it off his forehead to see the desperate scrunch to his eyebrows as he swallowed Namjoon whole. He didn’t let off, even when Hoseok pulled Namjoon to lie down. His legs stayed caught in Seokjin’s grip, twisted awkwardly onto his side.
“You’re so big,” Hoseok breathed. His cock hung close to Namjoon’s face.
Oh. Close to Namjoon’s face. He opened his mouth.
“So good,” Hoseok murmured. His hand tested against Namjoon’s jaw, a thumb on his bottom lip. Namjoon got a good eyeful of Hoseok short, thick cock before it pushed into his mouth and gave him something to suck on. Seokjin whined. “Good boy,” Hoseok said. “You too. So good.”
Seokjin sucked harder and Namjoon knew he had no hope of lasting very long, caught off-guard in his place of work by what must be two sex demons coming to corrupt him. Maybe he’d been watching too much porn.
“Seokjin, he’s so good with his mouth.”
Namjoon moaned around Hoseok’s cock, licking hard at the underside and keeping his cheeks hollowed. Above him, Hoseok threw his head back and gave Namjoon a view of his long neck and sharp chin, the beautiful slope of his cheeks, his soft hair falling back. Namjoon hadn’t imagined it would be this one to hold him by the hair and shove a dick in his mouth.
His orgasm was already building. He hadn’t come this fast in months. He hadn’t gotten his dick sucked in months either, ot since he and Yoongi got drunk at a Christmas party. Seokjin was so much better at this than drunk Yoongi.
Hoseok backed off quickly when Namjoon pushed his hip. Without the danger of choking, Namjoon tapped Seokjin’s shoulder to let him know what was coming. Seokjin kept sucking. Namjoon arched, thrust further into Seokjin’s mouth with a gasp, and came dizzyingly hard. Seokjin’s mouth filled with a solid wetness with every jerk of his cock. Just before the thundering pleasure started to hurt, he pulled off.
Hoseok pinned Seokjin’s head to the couch with a hand gently around his neck. Their lips touched, mouths open, and hints of shiny white slid between them. Namjoon’s cum passed between their mouths like spit. Namjoon felt a little disgusted and a little dizzy.
A bottle of lube hit his stomach. “Wanna help us out?” Hoseok said. He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, glanced at it, then licked something off. Seokjin lay against the couch and stared up at them, dazed.
They ended up on the floor, pants gathered around their bulky skates, Seokjin on his back and Hoseok cuddled up to his side with a leg thrown over his stomach as Namjoon lubed up both hands and pushed fingers into both of them. Massive messes of bruises were forming over their knees from all their skating falls.
“Fuck, do you guys, like, do this? Frequently?” Namjoon gasped, stunned at how easily they reached for each other’s cocks. Seokjin knew just how to turn his head and kiss Hoseok without opening his eyes.
“We like threesomes,” Hoseok said.
“A lot.”
“And public sex.”
“Would have fucked in the bathroom if you weren’t interested,” Seokjin added.
Namjoon shoved his fingers deeper. Both could take another. Both knew how to angle their hips so Namjoon could reach their sweet spots.
Seokjin came first, whimpering under Hoseok’s mouth. Namjoon worked Hoseok hard with two hands, pulling harder than he should have, prodding harshly inside him. Hoseok wrapped his own arms around himself with absolute bliss on his face till he came into Namjoon’s fist.
As Namjoon stared down at this beautiful, fairy-like man, Seokjin gently turned his chin to the side. For the first time since they started, Namjoon got a kiss, right on the lips with Seokjin’s still-salty mouth.
The floaty feeling came back, an out-of-body delight. Beautiful Seokjin kissed him till he fell back onto the floor. Hoseok panted and watched them. Namjoon noticed with embarrassment that every one of them still had their pants bunched around their skates.
Eventually Seokjin lost his energy and collapsed on Namjoon’s chest. “We should probably get out of here, right?” he said.
“Not…well, I guess,” Namjoon said. They all began to drag their sweaty clothes back up their legs, to match their roller skates up and lace them tight. “You’ll come back, right?” Namjoon said.
“You know what,” Seokjin said, “how about I give you my number.”
“How about we meet up after you get out this evening and we go to dinner,” Hoseok said.
“Like a date,” Seokjin said. “Just the three of us.”
Seokjin and Hoseok left out the front door with a triumphant spring in their steps, much more graceful without skates. Namjoon slid behind the main desk.
Jungkook was there, as usual, a lollipop he’d won in the arcade hanging out of his mouth. He leaned casually over the desk where he’d no doubt been making small talk with Yoongi. They’d been orbiting each other for months now and hadn’t honestly flirted even once. “Jungkook won me a Nintendo Switch,” Yoongi said.
“Oh wow. Nice.”
Jungkook shrugged like it was something he did for everybody.
“So what was that all about?”
“Uh. They’re boyfriends. They, um…well…they like threesomes.”
Yoongi’s eyebrows shot into his hairline. Jungkook’s lollipop fell out of his mouth.
“I think they definitely just asked me on a date.”
Yoongi and Jungkook looked at each other to make sure the other was also shocked. “Are you going to go?” Yoongi said.
“Hell yes,” Namjoon said. “Did you see them? Fuckin…” he leaned hard on the desk and wondered if they noticed how messed up his hair was, how stunned he looked, how he showed every sign of just having had the best afternoon of his entire life and how he wouldn’t say no to a hundred more of those right in a row. “Hell yes.”