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Chance knew the night was still young. But dear God, if he wasn't already fucked up on the best money whiskey could buy.
His hands were surprisingly steady on the cue as he lined up his shot on the pool table. iTrapped and them had been playing for the last hour and a half, going at the game over and over in the private suite of the casino.
Each round felt more intense than the last, in their own opinion, as the feeling of the whiskey buzz and the sight of iTrapped bent over the table in those tight leather pants overwhelmed him.
Damn it, 3 months of slowly falling head over heels for their best friend did them no good now.
They took their shot, the billiard balls scattering as it landed just right. The sound of at least 2 balls landing in the pockets of the table was music to their ears. Sneering at their luck, iTrapped stared at them,
"Jesus Christ, Chance, how do you get so damn lucky?"
He looked heavenly, face tinged with the flush of one too many shots. As he stumbled, just a little bit, and looked around the table.
Soon, he made his way to another spot off the side of the table, his body draping over it as he lined up the shot.
"Not sure, maybe I'm just good. Ever consider that Trappy~?"
iTrapped threw his head back in his laughter. His chuckling reverberates in the room and through Chance's mind.
"No, I know you. It's all just luck."
Really, they couldn't help but stare, with the way that particular pair of pants fit iTrapped. Damn it, they needed another drink.
Their feet trudged with them, uncoordinated with the alcohol flowing through their veins. Just barely kept their staring at bay as they watched iTrapped's hips pop up on the pool table.
In reality, it was far less luck on Chance's side with the way they watched their friend stumble through his own intoxication to line up the shot. Slowly, he brought the cue back, and the gentle clicking of billiard balls rolling on the table made themselves heard.
iTrapped's back arched, and Chance could do nothing but stare. Their heart racing, and his mouth feeling dry. They pried open the lid of the whiskey bottle one more time.
"Pour me another glass, Chancy~"
Chance nearly dropped the glass bottle at the nickname. His face heated up as his hands finally trembled, pouring two shots of whiskey. The sound of those beautiful leather boots clicking across the hardwood had never sounded louder. Then, it was the sound of a swivel chair.
iTrapped leaned across the counter, draping himself just perfectly for Chance to see the way his hair shone like gold in the warm pen suite lights. The tiny horns that crowned his face peaked ever so slightly through without the Ice Crown to hide them.
Chance always thought they were adorable, beautiful even.
"Of course, beautiful~"
"Oh shut it."
iTrapped was quick to drink up the next shot, but Chance took their own time. Watching how their friend's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
Chance chuckled, keeping their usual poker face. "Wasn't it just a little bit ago you were saying this was too bitter?"
iTrapped rolled his eyes, staring daggers into Chance. "Shut up, you know how drinks go down better the more you have."
"Really now?"
"Yeah." iTrapped's tone was different than usual as he dropped the shot glass back onto the counter. He seemed lost in thought, like he was thinking of someone.
It wasn't the first time he'd spoken like that.
Like Chance was more than just his best friend of a few years, like they were closer.
God, it drove them mad.
"Hah- next thing ya know, you're gonna tell me the story of the first time you drank." Chace mused, trying to think about anything other than the way iTrapped's legs looked as they splayed open while he sat.
"Sure, only if you tell me yours first."
Fuck- damn it, his words sounded like honey rolling off his tongue.
"Y- yeah, I mean. It's pretty usual, I just swipped a shot of whiskey one night at a gala that my parents forced me to go to 'network' at." Chance pushed up his hair, remembering the night. He got in SO much trouble. "They were pretty pissed. Since a buddy and I did it enough to even get a bit tipsy."
Chance could've sworn he saw iTrapped look him up and down.
"Mine was with some friends of mine, too. We broke into one of our friend's parents' alcohol stash and stole a whole 2 bottles of vodka to bring to a party." iTrapped recounted the story with a fervor Chance rarely saw from their dear friend. His eyes stared up at the ceiling as he spoke, like they were dead. "I miss them."
Chance stared at him. Their words failing them as iTrapped continued.
"I ended up failing them one day, though." iTrapped spoke with venomous hatred, the way he closed in on himself was as a guilty man out free. "We got in trouble, did something stupid. Now- I'm the only one left."
Too lost in thought, Chance so desperately wanted to hold him. To console him and wipe that look of loathing off his face. Slowly, they reached a hand out, caressing his.
"I'm- sorry to hear that."
iTrapped latched onto Chance. Letting his cold hands grasp at Chance's warm ones, fingers intertwining in a way that made their heart flutter. He jumped out of his seat, hands still tangled with Chance's, as he made his way back to the pool table.
Chance allowing themself to be helplessly drug along. Enamored entirely with the mystery that was iTrapped, their friend, who wound himself around Chance. Pulling a cue stick off the table and into Chance's hands.
"Enough about that, let's get back to the game."
"Really? You're going to let me beat you in Pool again after spilling your tragic backstory." Their fingers let go, taking the cue stick and setting themselves up to shoot again. This time, sandwiching iTrapped between himself and the table. He wanted to show off, to impress, to drag iTrapped's mind off his past and be his solace.
"Shut up-" iTrapped hissed with incomplete words. Words probably caught somewhere between his voice and the feeling of being pinned to the table. Something that felt like a common occurrence whenever they let the liquor flow a little too freely. How many times had they done this?
"I don't want to talk about that anymore."
Chance pressed his chest up against iTrapped, leaning their dear friend down over the table again. Cue lined up over the edge of his shoulder, as they pulled the stick back and forth, teasing the billiard balls before they took the shot.
Three more plunks were heard, the sound of balls rolling again into the pockets of the table. iTrapped sighed through gritted teeth, and something else.
"Fuck you and your luck."
Chance chuckled low and lovingly into his ear. New intentions forming in the back of their mind, as they longed to be the only thing holding iTrapped's. "Yeah, sure." They thought for a moment, "The only thing that could throw me off now would be a kiss from you."
The flip was instant, Chance's spine being dug into the table. As an icy hand held his tie, cold lips smashed into theirs, movements making everything feel like a blur. A distraction from the thoughts in a particular someone's mind, or so they reasoned.
It was quick, really, hardly felt like a second before iTrapped wormed his tongue into Chance's mouth. Drool dribbling down his chin as they kissed back.
Chance's hand slowly snaking its way onto the back of iTrapped head, holding him there as the two made out.
Fuck, feeling trapped beneath his best friend was maddening for Chance. His breathing grew desperate as he felt his jeans starting to tighten. Hell, they'd hardly even done anything, but it certainly didn't take iTrapped long to notice. Being the perceptive person he was, one of his hands held Chance leashed by his tie as the other one palmed at Chance's bulge, making him squirm. Their hold on the back of iTrapped's head loosened as the two took a breather.
"Already, Chance, really? Hard already?"
Barely able to keep it together, Chance just barely managed to squeak out his reply. Words spilling quickly past his lips,
"Damn, iTrapped, don't ya know what ya do to me?"
Their legs quivered as iTrapped only answered with a hard roll of his palm onto their trapped cock. Cornered by the taller man as they were hardly able to escape the feeling of his dick being palmed by iTrapped. "Yeah, yeah, you say this every time."
"Get up, on the table," mused iTrapped, and Chance almost wished they weren't such a sucker for when he got demanding.
Legs trembling as iTrapped helped lift his hips up and onto the soft felt of the pool table. It felt awkward, as they sat just beyond the ledge of the table, legs dangling over the raised edge, iTrapped staring at Chance like he was a toy— the freshest piece of meat in the freezer. iTrapped's hands roamed quickly, as desperate as he was intoxicated, in Chance's mind.
A gentle squeeze on his knee, then sliding up to grope at Chance's thighs. Taking his time groping and kneading at their flesh. Finally, iTrapped's hands landed on the zipper of Chance's slacks. "At least you're pliable, Chancy~."
Then he stopped, taking a second to look his friend in the eyes. Chance's eyes were glazed over in that lustful look, each breath out of his mouth hardly more than desperate panting, as his heady expression urged iTrapped to stop teasing and help get this over with.
Yet his hands stayed still as Chance writhed underneath the pressure of iTrapped's gaze. "iTrapped, come on-" they groaned, shifting their hips to try and encourage him to move, "Please- man."
iTrapped simply stayed, eyes unmoving from Chance's gaze as their piercing expression saw through everything that they were. It made them uncomfortable; they were never able to hide in front of him. They often joked about how iTrapped could read them like a book, front to back, but god did that never feel more true in moments like these.
Chance almost opened their mouth again, almost breaking to beg for it. For iTrapped's hand on their dick. For him to at least unbutton the top button. For at least the leverage, or permission, to let them undo it themself. "Fuck, Trappy, please-"
iTrapped's hands moved quickly, when they finally moved, popping open the fly and pulling down the zipper with stupidly practiced ease. Letting Chance's dick spring out from their boxers, they shivered as they felt the cold air of the pen suite around them, letting their pants be pulled down by iTrapped until the fabric gathered around their ankles.
The way iTrapped had been staring at him, the entire time, felt like a dream.
They yelped when they felt iTrapped grab their dick. It felt so gentle, how his delicate fingers wrapped around his tip, the friction felt like heaven as he gave them the first few pumps. His fingers felt so wonderful, the expression on his face the stuff of fantasies. "Fine then, Chance."
The way his golden hair shone in the light, his sapphire eyes staring into him like he was the only thing around them. The gentle flush on his face looked like a bouquet of roses, and his gentle lips slightly separated in his focus on them.
"Fuck-", they groaned. They wished they could take a picture, iTrapped would probably kill him, but it'd almost be worth it. "please- 'ore "
iTrapped continued to work them, as he pried their legs open. Slotting himself between Chance's legs as he brought a knee up onto the table. Pushing them further back, until they were lying across the felt from edge to edge. iTrapped sitting with his knees underneath Chance's as they laid with a flat back on the velvet. A hand placed on Chance's hip, while iTrapped's fingers worked their way up and down the gambler's dick.
His hand keeping them from bucking their hips up while iTrapped stared down at him. Chance's own hand, clasped to their mouth, barely containing their own breathy moans and whimpers. As they steadily approached the edge of their high. "Sure, Chancy~"
Up and down, iTrapped hand glided over their dick. Again.
Up and down, they felt him tease at the slit, applying gentle pressure to the tip before sliding down again. Again.
Up and down, his wrist moved with a sadistic level of skill, one Chance thought was downright unfair. Again
Fuck- they were so close. Just a little more, and he'd be shoved over that edge. Groans and whimpers muffled only by their hand smacking over their own mouth. Drool barely contained as they reveled in the pleasure their best friend gave them. "Trappy, please- 'm so close."
….
Then iTrapped removed his hand.
The carpet pulled from under him as Chance moaned from the lack of friction.
"N- no please 'm so close."
"Patience, Chance, you want to be a good boy. Don't you?" At the quiet reassurance iTrapped gave them, Chance bolted up.
Chance took a second to really look at iTrapped, flushed with a cherry hue, dusting his cheeks. Panting as he fiddled frustratedly with his belt, his hands working as quickly as possible. Even with their own pressing desperation, Chance moved to lean forward and help undo iTrapped's belt.
"You wear things that're too hard to take off- " Chance huffed.
Honestly, drunk and desperate was a terrible combination between the two of them.
"Shut up, you love it," iTrapped retorted, still flushed.
Fingers intertwined and flailing as it took entirely too long to get the damn thing off. Once it was off, Chance leaned back again, taking in the show of watching iTrapped strip.
His movements always seemed so languid and relaxed, a pinnacle of elegance and beauty. Yet now, pulling those tight fucking pants off, he seemed more rushed than ever and somehow more teasing than ever at the same time.
First, the belt, something Chance very much helped with. It was pulled from the pants' belt loops with ease, discarded without any care.
"Seriously, wayyy too difficult to take off- "
Then, he undid his fly. This one Chance couldn't help but stare, those hands that they nearly worshipped working nimbly through the, again in his opinion, WAY too many buttons. A soft pop accompanies each one being undone.
"Do you want me to strip or not?"
Finally, allowing him to shimmy the black pants down. Their tightness both Chance's greatest blessing and curse, as they watched iTrapped bend down trying to get them off.
"Yes, fucking absolutely, yes"
God, how much he wanted iTrapped to be out of those damn things already and on his lap, but also thank the lord he was the one who was allowed to watch this. It felt like forever, as iTrapped struggled with the things.
Felt like forever until they noticed the sweet-laced underwear he had been wearing underneath. Fuck, iTrapped was REALLY going to be the death of him, his cock twitching at the sight. Their best friend half naked, in his button-up and some stupid dainty frilly panties.
"Goddamn it, iTrapped."
"What?" He groaned, looking down at Chance with a soured sweetness. He knew they could swear.
Already climbing back up onto the table, still in borderline lingerie.
He hovered above Chance, as they finally allowed themself to lie on their back again. Their hands carefully roaming to cusp iTrapped's hips. Mouth cotton dry as they tried to pull together a sentence. "You always say you know, ya always do-"
Instead, they let their hips speak, rolling up into iTrapped's hips. The stimulation of feeling their already rock-hard dick rub against the texture of the lace already like heaven. Even without being inside iTrapped, the man was godly to them. The sweet gasp pulled from his lips was the icing on the cake, seeing iTrapped ripped from his stoicism. His lips pulled taught in an attempt to stop the sounds. "But god, Trappy- ya Really don't know wh' ya do to me."
Still, he was looking down at them with those beautiful blue eyes, drunken desperation pleading through them. It just made Chance want to fuck up into iTrapped right then and there, and goddamn that's what he was going to do.
Chance gave another teasing thrust, dick rolling against the cotton fabric. Fingers on his hips coming down to hook the strings of iTrapped's stupid underwear.
Taking a rare moment of initiative, Chance brought a hand to iTrapped's knee. Using his position to roll him to the side, and flipping themself up so they were over him.
"Ah shit, Chance!"
iTrapped's eyes went wide with surprise. He looked stunning. The drunken blush mixing with the wonderful flush from the pair's activities. Lights no longer framing his face in a halo, instead showing his expression clearly. "Yeah?"
"You're a motherfucker-" iTrapped's eyes shifted. Turning his head to the side, trying to prevent Chance from getting a good look at his face. But Chance could see-
Needy eyes with barely closed lips. Chance's hands wandered. Tracing lines up iTrapped's sides. The fabric of his button-up wrinkling in their grasp. Their own hips resuming their gentle rutting against the iTrapped.
"God, iTrapped. Fuck, I wish you would let me do this more."
iTrapped's eyes fluttered closed, his legs moving to wrap around Chance's waist. Pressing their hips against each other, his arm thrown lazily over his face. "Hah- not a chance."
Chance loved his right hand down, palming down iTrapped's chest till he reached those stupid panties again. Frilly, soft, and felt great on his dick, but god did he never need iTrapped more. They looked up into iTrapped's eyes, studying his panting lips, as they wrapped his fingers around the waistband once more.
With a huff, iTrapped lifted his hips. Letting Chance roll off the underwear, fuck.
Letting Chance get a good look at their best friend's glistening cunt. They couldn't imagine they could be throbbing any harder, but lord was iTrapped a master of the unimaginable.
"Please- Chance-" iTrapped moaned-
….
iTrapped mumbled, arm tight covering his face, but Chance could tell the way he must've been looking at them. They lead their other hand down, fingers just barely pushing at his cunt. Feeling the way he gave around them, starting with a rough pace.
Two fingers at once, he felt the subtle way iTrapped writhed. They pumped in and out, gently working him open. No matter how damn needy they were, no matter how damn needy iTrapped was.
Chance didn't want to hurt him. A moment of impatience, letting the fire simmer beneath their skin again. It was nothing compared to how far they would go to make sure iTrapped was comfortable. Nothing was said, but Chance watched for it.
Slowly, they felt the way he pushed around their fingers. Hips stuttering as Chance worked him, loving the way they worked his insides, pushing and prodding at all the right spots. At the push of just one right spot, iTrapped moaned so loud Chance thought the whole damn casino might hear.
That's it- even they couldn't take it anymore. Pulling their fingers out, they thumbed at their cock again. Using iTrapped's fluids as lube, working themself up and down.
Before lining up and gently pushing into iTrapped.
Chance felt the dirty, wet squelch as he pushed into iTrapped. It almost felt wrong, how everything about their best friend made them feel so right. "g- goddamn 't Trap-"
Slowly, they studied his face. Looking at the way iTrapped quivered under him. Gently, they placed a hand to the side of iTrapped's hips. Rubbing soft circles with their thumb into the soft flesh, as they gave him a moment to calm down. "Yer doin' so- well hah-"
It felt like forever, waiting for him to acclimate to the feeling of them inside. Lord, Chance just wanted to fuck into him, the way each gentle shift of iTrapped's hips squeezed their cock in new and delightful ways.
Slowly, Chance leads a hand down to the crook of iTrapped's knee. Pulling it up and over his shoulder. Sweet sounds pulled from his throat as they finally began to move. Gentle teasing thrusts as they pressed their free hand to the velvet below them. "Ya feel so- good~'
Losing themself in the delightful feeling of fucking their best friend. Feeling him clench around them, as they slowly sped up. Staring down at his new halo, his messy hair splayed around his face. Chance hadn't even seen iTrapped remove his arm from his face. "Yer lookin' so beautiful-"
But the way it still made him look so biblical, so perfect. Was something that should be studied, and study Chance did. Their face closing in on his, grinding his hips into iTrapped. Barely able to get enough leverage for the shallowest thrusts, as he pressed his mouth into iTrapped.
The kiss was just as they were, messy desperate, per-
"Ellernate~"
Chance pulled back, steeling their heart, as they sped up their thrusts. Chasing the spot that made iTrapped see stars, it's not like they didn't know it by heart.
Chance pushed themself harder and harder. Drilling into iTrapped everything of their love, giving him all of themself. Fucking him hard into the one spot that made him see stars, hand coming down to thumb at his clit.
Desperate to push his beloved over the edge, all he could hear was iTrappeds moans. "Ellernate~"
There it was again, that name, said in a prayer, another person's name being moaned from iTrapped's lips, as Chance fucked into him.
It was only right, they were just desperate drunks fucking, fitting each other just perfectly. Chance would always mistake them as something more on these nights, soulmates that were always for each other. It hurt to think about, so they didn't. They simply stayed quiet, and kept going.
Keeping their pace, they kept going. Slowly, the muscle soreness crept in, and they kept going. Hand on the back of iTrapped's knee, pushing up to help them drill into him.
That's when they felt him. The way he just kept moaning that name, now in a new pitch and trembling voice. Legs shaking as Chance managed to push him to orgasm.
Fingers gently thumbing and occasionally stroking his clit, as they slowed down and worked him through it. They watched as iTrapped slowly, went limp, breathing hard as he was left in a fucked out bliss.
Chance pulled out, moving the hand that was on iTrapped's clit to rub himself off.
Watching the way iTrapped's eyelashes fluttered, they thumbed at their tip, letting out a groan.
Looking at the way iTrapped's blouse was left dirtied with sweat, he rubbed down his shaft, his hips stuttering with each thrust into his hand.
Even the way iTrapped had looked, moaning out someone else's name, it left him exploding, hunched over, and he came and came. Their own mouth moaning out the name of a familiar person.
…..
Fuck, he had been pretty pent up- huh.
Chance was left to simply look down, post-orgasm clarity hitting him like a truck. Only barely sobering him up.
As he looked at how iTrapped was laid, stretched out beneath him.
Like a god, and damn well, Chance practically worshipped him like one. As they gathered themself, they felt a tug on their tie.
"Stay-" iTrapped's voice was soft, and just slightly hoarse. Clearly, having had enjoyed himself. "Just, please stay-"
Chance obliged, laying down on top of iTrapped. They couldn't stay like this forever; both of them knew this. But really, Chance didn't know where else he would've gone anyway.
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