Seven Minutes With a King

by gofprincesscharming

Summary:

Brandon King has never been attracted to a guy. Or maybe he had just never met Nikolai Sokolov.
After years of avoiding each other in college, they both get invited to a college party.
After everyone is drunk as hell, they decide to play a game...
Seven minutes in heaven.

Chapter 1

Brandon

 

In my opinion there's only a few things worse than a university party and I could count them on one hand.

Once again the history repeats itself and I've been dragged to one by Remi. Honest to god, I don't know why I'm still this close with him. But a party is a party and the best thing I can do to ignore it is to drink so much I forget I'm here, so that's the plan.

"Go ahead, Remi, I'll get myself a drink," I say before he looks my way before running off to the rest of our peers. 

I walk up to the makeshift bar and ask the guy closest. "What's the strongest shit here?" Not even caring that I've gone out of my element and cursed. 

"Looking to forget?" The stupidly muscular guy with too many tattoos to count asks.

"Something like that."

He handed me a cup of god knows what and as soon as I get a taste, I grimace. "Is this shit poison?" I ask, dead serious.

The arsehole just shrugs. "Might be, I didn't make it, posh boy."

The audacity of the little fuck. Or big fuck, considering he's maybe a couple of inches taller than me.

Honestly I don't give two fucks about the drink being awful as long as I get wasted before some drunk fucker decides it's a good idea to play never have I ever.

I walk away without paying attention to the twat, sipping my drink and getting closer to my friends.

"Jesus Christ, spawn, you're giving my middle finger an erection," I don't have enough brain cells left to even process what Remi is talking about and I sure as shit don't even want to know.

"Welcome back, little bro," Lan says before he pats me on the shoulders and drags me away to a circle of strangers drinking and laughing.

And then I spot him again. The twat who gave me my drink. Talking about my sobriety right now... well there's nothing left to talk about since I'm as sober as a sailor. So not at all. 

The moment someone shouts 'seven minutes in heaven' I'm on my way out but Lan once again stops me.

"Loosen up, Bran."

Ah, fuck it. It's not like I'm sober by any means anymore.

Someone spins the bottle and it lands on Lan and some goth girl, who I think I've never seen before.

Lan winks like the narcissist he is and opens the closet door for the girl like the gentleman he most definitely is not, but who am I to judge.

"Don't give into him, Mia," I hear the tattooed fucker shout.

The goth Barbie winks at the guy.

Were they a thing? Are they a thing? Why am I concerning myself with other's business anyway? Why do I feel the need to separate them?

"Not even in his wildest dreams, big bro," she says, getting into the closet. Straight after Lan gets in and the timer starts. 

A sister. Why does that relieve me. 

I don't get a chance to think about it before the bottle is spun again since they apparently have two closets, she second one being smaller.

The bottle spins and stops on... me.

And just as I thought it couldn't get any worse, I look up to see who the other end landed on and... my mind stops working.

It's him. The big tattooed fucker, who might have drugged me with that drink of his.

 

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So this is kind of a short chapter and honestly, no promises of writing longer chapters in this fanfic. I am kind of hoping to keep this fanfic short and sweet.

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Chapter 2

Nikolai

 

Well this was fucking interesting. Forced into a closet with a guy who I almost poisoned today with the amount of strong shit I added into the alcohol. Oh and the guy I've been stalking for the past two weeks. Safe to say that he wouldn't appreciate the fact that I've been following him like a lovesick puppy—which I'm totally not doing, by the way. Okay, fine, I totally am. But I can't fucking help it. I've been doing this ever since he randomly started showing up at the fight club—probably because of Landon.

The way he looked so edible—

Stop. This is enough, Nikolai.

Brandon just rolls his eyes and for a moment I was sure he's going to walk away, he sways to the closet, holding the door to keep his balance. Fucking awesome. I walk up to him, half expecting for him to walk away—again. But the thing is... he steps in and I sure as shit follow.

"Looks like we're doing this, King," I say as the doors close and the timer starts.

 

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Chapter 3

Brandon

Minute 1:

 

Someone could kill me right this instant and I wouldn't complain. I would do the honors myself, but there's really nothing for me to use since I know that my survival instinct will kick in if I try cutting off my air supply. I'm almost contemplating asking the random stranger to do just that but I'm stopped as he slowly... leans in? What the hell.

I sit down to avoid his lips touching mine, though the thought sends a shudder through my spine and straight to my dick.

"What the hell are you doing?" I whisper scream, to which he just backs off a tiny bit, giving me the space to breathe in something that is not panic.

"I've never heard you curse so much. In fact, I've never even heard you say 'fuck' once," he says as a challenge. Tough luck. I don't fucking do challenges.

I take I deep breath in and glare at the twat. "I have said it," I have honest to god no idea why I jumped straight into defense. But it's technically true. I have said fuck. Loads of times, in fact. But only in my head and when I'm alone...

"Prove it."

"Prove what?" Acting to be oblivious, tough not the best method, was the only one I got right now.

"That you can say 'fuck' without running away and being a pussy about it."

"Why."

"Because I want to know if you sound even hotter when you curse..."

This idiot is truly fucking mental.

"You're crazy."

"For you? Always."

"You don't even know me."

"Don't I?" 

Yeah, no. Maybe he does. I did notice someone following me this past week but figured it was just some crazy random person—which the guy in front of me is, so I wasn't too far off with my guess.

"Fine," I say, giving in because I might as well try to make this night even the tiniest bit beneficial. "What do I get from it?"

"Hm... I can tell you my name."

"What if I already know your name?"

"You don't though."

"Fine," I sigh.

"Now, say it."

"Fuck," I whisper quietly, looking down.

 

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Chapter 4

Nikolai:

Minute 2:

 

Fuck he sounds hot.

"What was that again? I don't think I heard you," I provoke him. At first I wasn't sure he'd take the bait, but Jesus fuck, how he proved me wrong.

"I said it, now tell me who you are."

"Bossy, I like it. Say it louder so I can hear you."

The motherfucker rolls his eyes and says it again, adding a little twist to it. "Fuck you," this time his voice is louder, clearer in tone.

"I will be."

"Excuse me?" He seems genuinely baffled and confused.

"You're excused. Hey, I'm Nikolai. Everyone just calls me Niko, though."

I stretch out my hand to help him get up in the tiny closet. With the eyes that clearly want to refuse, he gives me his hand and I pull him up. We both clearly underestimated his height, because he hits his head on the roof of the closet.

"Fuck," he says again, but I have no time to process that because he fell on top of me after hitting his head and losing his balance.

Oh fuck, indeed.

 

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Chapter 5

Brandon:

Minute 3:

 

Shit. Fuck. Arsehole. Dick. Bastard. Prick. Motherfucker. Dumbarse. Wanker. Twat. Jackarse. Fucking fuck. Dickhead. He's under me. Fucking. Under. Me.

My brain short-circuits and I just hover over him, lips almost touching his. Almost.

I look at his lips, then him, back at his lips and then back at him. He smirks and leans in closer.

"You want to kiss me," he says. Not a question, but a fact. "And you hate it."

I snap out of the haze and fall back on my arse.

"Fuck—" And now the prick cuts me off.

He grins and says. "Let's play truth or dare. I'll start. Truth or dare?"

While I'm absolutely opposed to the idea of playing any game, much less the most obnoxious from them all, I would rather do that than talk about how I almost kissed him.

"Fine, truth."

"Did you really want to kiss me?" So much for avoiding talking about this.

I'd much rather lie about it but the drink he gave me might as well be a truth serum. "Don't make a big deal out of it."

 

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Chapter 6

Brandon:

Minute 4:

 

"Truth or dare?" I sigh, asking the stupid question.

"Hm... truth."

"What's the stupidest thing you've ever done to get someone's attention?" I say, crossing my arms.

"Sitting right across from him so I could be with him during a seven minutes in heaven game," this smooth prick.

"My turn. Truth or dare?"

"Dare," I tell him, feeling more confident now that he basically admitted the fact that he liked me.

"Let your intrusive thoughts win and do something you really want to do to me."

I smirk as I climb back on top of him, one knee between his.

He looks exited and fucking lustful.

I lean down until I'm less than half an inch apart from him and—

 

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Chapter 7

Nikolai:

Minute 5:

 

He leans forward even more and—

And knees me in the groin, then falls back, smirking. Holy fuck that hurt.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, motherfucker."

Bran just smirks and says. "You told me the dare. I just did it," he grins like he just found a loophole—which he did.

"Truth or dare, fucker?" He asks me playfully and curses. That means the drink is kicking in.

"Dare."

"You just copying my every answer, now?" Perhaps I was, but oh well. "Fine, two can play this game. Do something you really want to do to me."

Fuck.

I push him back to a sitting position on his knees, then grab his wrists and pin them to the closet wall which makes a loud thump. And then—

The closet falls over.

I purposefully land on top of him with all of my weight, but not before 'accidentally' brushing my lips against his for a split second.

He groaned. Brandon motherfucking King groaned, because a guy landed on top on him and brushed his lips against Bran's.

 

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Chapter 8

Brandon:

Minute 6:

 

Why the fuck am I so turned on by this and why do I actually want to kiss him?

I can't even count the number of times I've asked myself this question in the span of the last 5 minutes, let alone since I first saw him give me the drink. I might have not realized it then, but I really fucking wanted to get a taste of him and now that his lips brushed mine...

"Truth or dare, Brandon?" I hear him say and completely ruin the moment in my head, where I fantasized about kissing him.

"W-what?" I ask, genueinly confused.

"Truth. Or. Dare?"

"Uhm... Dare."

He gives me the look that says 'stop fucking around and gives me my dare. "I dare you to k—"

I cut him off, grabbing his collar and pulling him in hard. My lips slam against his in a fast, hungry kiss, my tongue shoving into his mouth like I want to fucking own him. He groans, low and desperate, sending a shiver right through me.

His hands grip my waist, pulling me tight as he deepens the kiss. I wrap my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer, needing more. The world fades away, just us — his mouth moving against mine, every touch scorching hot.

Suddenly, his lips drop to my neck, biting and kissing, sending jolts of heat through my body. “Fuck,” I hiss, tilting my head to give him better access.

He laughs against my skin, rough and breathy. “Fuck everyone else,” he murmurs, tracing wet kisses down my neck.

I’m gasping now, chest rising and falling as his hands roam my back, pulling me impossibly close. The kiss slows but the hunger doesn’t fade — it only gets worse, burning through every nerve.

When we finally break apart, I’m dizzy, breathless. His eyes burn into mine, dark and fucking intense.

“Your turn,” I whisper, voice thick with something fierce.

 

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