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Heeseung had no idea what his night would turn out to be.
The group of seven friends had decided to go out to a bar for the night, they wanted to relax after a week of stress from life. He had arrived first together with Jay and Riki, about half an hour later, Jungwon and Sunoo had gotten there and joined them. Jake arrived next, alone for some strange reason and Sunoo looked absolutely thrilled by this. Finally, Sunghoon managed to join them.
If he could, Jay would make fun of how awestruck Heeseung looked by just Sunghoon’s presence. Heeseung couldn’t be blamed, Sunghoon was wearing quite simple clothes, dark jeans and a white button up, but he looked so hot. Sure, he may be biased, but that didn’t take away from the fact that Sunghoon was simply incredibly attractive.
“I’m last?” Sunghoon asked, raising his voice above the volume of the music.
“Yes,” Sunoo was barely containing his excitement. For some reason, he kept looking at Heeseung with a playful smile. Like he knew something Heeseung didn’t.
“Ah, shit,” Sunghoon groaned. “So, I have to try the… the pomelo drink?”
“It’s Pamela,” Jay corrected him sharing the same smile as Heeseung. Did everyone know but him? Sunghoon looked just as lost.
“What kind of drink is named Pamela?” Sunghoon wondered out loud.
“One that’s mostly vodka,” Sunoo commented offhandedly.
“It’s named after Pamela Anderson, that’s the full name of the drink,” Jay clarified, as if that made it make any sense.
“Why are you acting as if drinks had reasonable names?” Riki questioned, already having a glass in his hand. When Jungwon judgedly looked at him, he shrugged, “it’s water.”
“What’s going on?” Jake was the one to finally break. Apparently while Jungwon, Sunoo and Jay had known what was going on, Jake was just as lost as Heeseung. He couldn’t really tell if Sunghoon and Riki knew anything.
“We made a bet, whoever was last had to try the Pamela Anderson drink,” Sunoo quickly summarised.
“Why that drink?” Heeseung asked, forcibly peeling his eyes away from Sunghoon.
“Because it’s fun!” Sunoo answered, Jungwon enthusiastically agreeing with him.
“Trust me, you’ll enjoy this one,” Jay all but winked at Heeseung. He didn’t get why, he wasn’t the one who’d drink it.
“What—?” Before Heeseung could ask anything else, Sunoo talked over him.
“Let’s get this started!” He cheered. “Come, you’ll need help to drink it,” he grabbed onto Sunghoon’s arm and guided him towards the bar.
Heeseung was questioning what kind of drink would require assistance when they hadn’t had anything to drink yet, but he didn’t want to interrupt the fun. Besides, Sunghoon seemed to be fine going along with it, it couldn’t be that bad.
His first sign that things would be that bad, for him, should have been the moment they covered Sunghoon’s eyes with an eye mask. At the time, though, his mind only connected the dots with why Sunghoon would need help drinking. His second sign should have been Jay gently pushing him to be closer to Sunghoon, have him in a clear line of sight. In his defence, he had no way of knowing what kind of drink this was. Nothing could have prepared him on hinted for him what was so special about it.
He watched closely as the bartender made the drink, as Sunoo had said, it was mostly vodka. For a moment, Heeseung had been convinced having to drink it with your eyes covered was the big deal with it, but oh how wrong he was. He realised this when the bartender got a plastic dick out. His eyes almost comically bulged out of his face, and he had to look around to confirm he was seeing things right when the bartender placed it on top of the glass. The bartender finished off the drink by adding some whipped cream on top of the plastic dick and handed it over to Sunoo.
Heeseung was not going to survive this.
“Wait—” Heeseung wanted to interrupt, but Jay shut him down.
“Okay, Sunghoon-hyung, open up!” Sunoo said at the same time Jake guided Sunghoon to sit down.
Much to Heeseung’s horror and unwanted thirst, Sunghoon dropped his mouth open as wide as he could. A drown out dying sound formed at the back of his throat as he saw Sunghoon all but put his tongue out, awaiting the drink. The way Sunghoon was waiting, Heeseung had to wonder if he knew what would happen. The way Jungwon put two fingers under Sunghoon’s chin to tilt it farther up, made it seem that maybe he wasn’t aware and instead that was just his reflex when told to open up his mouth.
For his own sanity, Heeseung was not going to think about it too much.
Things get much worse when Sunoo gently pushed the dick into Sunghoon’s mouth, and Sunghoon just accepted it, being surprised for only a moment. Absolutely dying inside, Heeseung watched as Sunghoon relaxed his jaw in order to better fit the drink in his mouth. Some of the whipped cream stuck to Sunghoon’s face next to his lips, while some started to drip onto his lap, which had him attempting to blindly catch it with his hands.
Heeseung followed with his eyes as the liquid in the glass went into the plastic dick and how Sunghoon swallowed down, assuming it’d reached his throat. Had he not been so entranced by Sunghoon, he’d be amazed at the fact not one drop of the drink had escaped Sunghoon’s mouth.
Intentionally or otherwise, Sunghoon sucked onto the dick and then gave Sunoo a sign that he was done with the drink. Before he even got the eye mask off, Sunghoon licked around his lips and his fingers, to get most of the whipped cream off. Heeseung was not a strong man, all of that had him shifting uncomfortably and trying really hard to hide his crotch.
“Damn, you swallowed that a bit too easily, Hoonie,” Jake laughed, unaware of how his comment was interpreted by Heeseung’s craving mind.
“It burnt,” Sunghoon had a bit of a hard time speaking; Heeseung didn’t know if it was because of the vodka or how far down his throat Sunoo had pushed the drink.
“You doing okay?” Jay mocked him, a hand on his shoulder. Heeseung was not proud of how much he jumped from the simple contact.
“I…” Heeseung could not speak as Sunghoon finally removed the eye mask and looked directly at him. He was glad the bar was pretty dark, hopefully that meant Sunghoon couldn’t see how red in the face he was. Sunghoon licked his lips one more time and Heeseung was so hard in his pants he felt ashamed. “No, definitely not okay,” he admitted.
Jay just laughed at him, and his shame increased with each passing second. Sunghoon continuing to stare at him was not helping him.
He heard Sunoo and Jake ordering drinks for all of them, the usual stuff they had. Heeseung wished he could participate in the conversation like a normal person, but his mind was still on Sunghoon swallowing around the plastic drink and licking cream off his fingers. He needed those drinks they were ordering as soon as possible, maybe they would kill his boner.
A couple of drinks later, Heeseung was finally starting to relax. He was still somewhat hard, but it wasn’t anything as noticeable as it had been at first, plus with the low lights and alcohol buzz, there’s no way anyone would notice. The only reason he hadn’t entirely relaxed was because Sunghoon had seemed to made it his mission to be as enticing as possible. Though, again, maybe Heeseung was just biased.
But it couldn’t be just his imagination, he could swear Sunghoon had amped up the flirting by a thousand. Of course, he was being dramatic, but it felt like that to him. Sunghoon had not stopped touching him for the entirety of the night after they started drinking. Sunghoon would brush his leg, grab his arms, hold onto his shoulder, lean into him… Heeseung was slowly losing his mind, but he was okay with it.
“Hyung…” Sunghoon leaned over his shoulder, holding onto his arm and speaking way closer than he needed to. “Help me get to the toilet?” It sounded like a question, but Heeseung knew he didn’t really have a choice.
“We’ll be back,” he told the rest of the group, though they weren’t paying much attention.
Walking towards the toilets wasn’t as hard as Heeseung thought it would be. Sunghoon stumbled a little, but he wasn’t nearly drunk enough to need help getting to the toilets. And maybe Heeseung was being a bit gullible on purpose, or maybe he truly believed Sunghoon, either way he soon realised his mistake. Well, he’d never really call it a mistake.
Things went as follow: Heeseung held the door open for Sunghoon, then walked in after him; he expected to have to guide Sunghoon towards one of the stalls and hope for the best. However, Sunghoon waited for the door to close and then pushed Heeseung against the sinks. Momentarily, Heeseung’s brain stopped working entirely as Sunghoon narrowly missed his lips and kissed his left cheek.
Sunghoon didn’t seem deterred by his first failed attempt and as quickly as he could, he adjusted their position, effectively kissing Heeseung. Now, Heeseung’s brain may have not been processing coherent thoughts, but he was still not that stupid not to kiss back. So, the context may have not been the idealised version Heeseung had always envisioned, but he was kissing Sunghoon and there was little more important than that.
If making out in a bar’s toilet was where he’d get to kiss Sunghoon, so be it, Heeseung was going to enjoy the experience for as long as it lasted. At the very back of his mind, a tiny, little voice kept whispering that Sunghoon was drunk and he probably shouldn’t be doing this. But, and in Heeseung’s defence, he was also kind of drunk. Plus, a little kissing never hurt anyone, never mind that this was probably one of the most passionate and messy kisses he’s ever had.
The alarms in his head only really went off when Sunghoon dropped on his knees in front of him. He panicked when Sunghoon started undoing his jeans. Did he want Sunghoon to suck him off? Yes, that’s literally a wet dream of his. Did he want Sunghoon to suck him off while drunk at a bar’s toilet? That he wasn’t so okay with.
“Hoon- wait, what are you doing?” Heeseung tapped on Sunghoon’s head, ears red and freaking out.
“‘m blowing you, or trying to,” Sunghoon answered almost nonchalantly, fully intending to continue his task.
“Sunghoon, stop,” Heeseung told him clearly. “We can’t do this.”
“You don’t want to?” Sunghoon looked at him from the floor, Heeseung felt incredibly guilty even if he shouldn’t. “I thought you did, after you saw me take the first shot.” Heeseung didn’t need to be reminded of that, not at the moment.
“I… listen,” he licked his lips out of nervousness. He could ruin everything, but after the kiss they probably already had changed at least some of their friendship. “I like you; I cannot do this to you,” Heeseung explained as quickly as he could.
“Great, I like you too, can I suck you now?” Sunghoon seemed determined, but Heeseung couldn’t let it be just there.
“You are drunk,” Heeseung pointed out, at which Sunghoon rolled his eyes.
“Barely,” Sunghoon countered. Heeseung had to admit, he wasn’t even slurring his words much.
“You are still drunk, I’m drunk, we shouldn’t—” Heeseung stopped abruptly, taking a good look at Sunghoon and sighing. “Tomorrow, okay? If when we aren’t drunk and in a public toilet you still want all this,” Heeseung paused, so Sunghoon would understand what he was implying. If they did anything more, Heeseung couldn’t leave it at just a one-time thing. Hell, he couldn’t even leave it at a causal thing. “If you still want me, we can do whatever you want.”
“You promise?” Sunghoon asked cutely, or as cutely as he could kneeling on the floor with his hands on Heeseung’s jean’s waist.
“I promise,” Heeseung repeated with no hesitation.
“Okay,” Sunghoon easily agreed, which surprised Heeseung a bit. “Whatever I want, you hear,” he said as he held his hands up for Heeseung to help him get off the floor.
They returned to the others, who didn’t seem to care or have noticed how long they had taken, and continued enjoying the night. Heeseung stopped drinking almost as soon as he returned, having sobered up by the interaction in the toilet, he didn’t feel like getting drunk for real anymore. Sunghoon had other plans, instead getting twice as drunk in half the amount of time and straightforwardly flirting with Heeseung.
The next day Heeseung was woken up by a slightly hangover Sunghoon throwing himself on top of him.
“You promised Hyung,” he mumbled from Heeseung’s chest. “I want a hangover lunch date first, and then we come back so I can finally blow you.” Heeseung’s sleepy brain took a second to wake up fully and agree to Sunghoon’s demands.
Heeseung was starting to think Sunghoon arriving last had been planned, though he didn’t know who’d been behind it all. He was not going to complain if this was the outcome.