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Kris roared in surprise as Chanyeol's car zoomed past his and won the race by literally a second.

PLAYER 1 WINS! PLAYER 2, YOU LOSE!

"That'll be four Sour Patch, please," Chanyeol announced triumphantly, holding out his hand in expectation. Kris threw the last of his sour candies at Chanyeol, who started cracking up as they bounced off his face.

"Hey now, don't be a sore loser. I told you, I'm the master at racing games," Chanyeol said with a shrug, tossing the candy in his mouth.

"You're not a master, I just let you win," Kris huffed, which made Chanyeol laugh even harder.

Kris couldn't help but laugh with him; Chanyeol's laugh was too contagious. 

"Did you wanna play something else? We still haven't tried Killzone yet," Chanyeol said, looking through his stack of games. Kris yawned and glanced at the clock. It was already past 12.

"Nah, I'm getting tired. How about we watch a movie or something?" Kris suggested, yawning again.

"Okay. I have some in that box under there. You go ahead and pick something. I'll be right back," Chanyeol said, standing up and leaving the living room.

Kris grabbed the box and searched through the titles before deciding on Pacific Rim. Chanyeol came back a moment later with a huge, puffy blanket.

"I have to turn off the heat to save money, so it's gonna get a little chilly," Chanyeol explained when Kris gave him a questioning look. After turning off the lights and putting in the DVD, Kris and Chanyeol settled underneath the blanket. Kris tried to keep his distance by staying on his side, but the couch was suddenly very small and they were both huge, so it was kind of impossible not to knock knees or touch arms.

"Move over, I don't have any room," Chanyeol piped, poking Kris in the side.

"No, I'm the one who doesn't have any room," Kris replied, elbowing him back.

Chanyeol made a face and flung himself back across Kris's lap, hanging his long legs over the armrest of the couch.

"Aaah, much better," he sighed, pulling the blanket up to his nose. Kris felt his face flare at the sudden pressure in his crotch area; he thought about shoving Chanyeol off his lap, but decided not to fuss about it. Truthfully, this was more comfortable anyway. He could deal with it.

15 minutes in to the film, Kris found out that he actually could not deal with it, and that letting Chanyeol lie on him was a terrible idea. Instead of focusing on the movie, he ended up staring at Chanyeol's jawline. He couldn't help but let his eyes drift past the sharp edges of his chin to the subtle curve of his neck. Kris's fingers were itching to reach out and touch the smooth, pale skin, but he held back the temptation and sat on his hands instead. 

Terrible idea.

An hour into the movie, Chanyeol turned his back to the TV and nuzzled his face against Kris's stomach, his warm breath penetrating the cloth of his shirt and burning hot against his skin.

Kris held back the urge to throw Chanyeol into the nearest volcano.

"What are you doing?" Kris asked, his teeth clenched.

Chanyeol peeked up at Kris and whispered, "My nose is cold," hiding his face again and holding his hands under his chin. Kris took a deep breath and counted to ten.

His level of self-control was quickly dwindling, and he wasn't sure just how much longer he could handle this.

Any of it.

Kris (somehow) managed to calm down for a bit, and was actually paying attention to the fight scene when a very cold hand was curling under his shirt and pressing against his abdomen.

"What the hell, Chanyeol?" Kris yelled, pushing Chanyeol off of him. The lanky boy tumbled to the floor, taking the blankets with him.

"But my hands are cold!" Chanyeol protested in mock innocence, sitting back on his heels and crossing his arms. For what seemed like the 100th time that night, Kris took a deep breath.

"Chanyeol. You can't just touch me like that. It's...it's very...just don't," Kris stammered, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked away from Chanyeol's gaze.

His hands were shaking and his heart was pounding and the place where Chanyeol had touched him felt like it was on fire and god he never wanted that to happen again, but at the same time he kind of did--

"Kris."

Kris flinched at the sound of Chanyeol's deep voice, but he stared straight ahead.

There was no way he was going to look at Chanyeol. Not if he wanted to keep his sanity. Or what was left of it anyway.

And suddenly, Chanyeol was growling in irritation ("you need to get a fùcking clue") and standing up and straddling his lap and Chanyeol's long fingers were twisting into his hair and he was pressing his lips against Kris's and Kris was tasting Sour Patch in his mouth and what the hell was Chanyeol even doing with his tongue and why did it feel amazing. 

When Chanyeol pulled away, he let his head fall against Kris's shoulder as he caught his breath. Kris was so in shock that he literally couldn't move. He just sat there, trying to breathe normally and failing to do even that.

He felt Chanyeol's hands again, running down his chest and shoving up under his shirt and he was dragging his nails down Kris's chest and why the fûck was he on his neck and Kris was biting back a very innapropriate moan and-- 

No.

No.

This couldn't happen. They were friends.

They were just friends.

"Chanyeol, we can't."

"We can't what," Chanyeol muttered, yanking down Kris's sleeves and leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses all across his neck and shoulders and collarbone. Kris held back another moan and shut his eyes.

Good god, this was not going well at all.

"We can't do this. We can't," Kris murmured, completely unaware that his own hands were groping Chanyeol's aśs.

"Shut up."

"But--"

Chanyeol stopped and pressed his forehead against Kris's.

"Kris, please. Please just...just let this happen, please."

Chanyeol had no idea just how much Kris wanted to let anything and everything happen. 

Even so, Kris thought about protesting. He thought about running away and never turning back. 

If he pushed Chanyeol away now, that would be the end of it; he wouldn't get a second chance, and he really didn't want that. But at the same time, he felt so hesitant, so confused. Something was holding him back, and he just didn't know what to do.

But then Chanyeol was lifting his chin and the two made eye contact, and all Kris could see were a pair of deep brown eyes that were filled with absolutely nothing but want and lust and need and something else (he couldn't tell what).

And for some reason, that was really all it took.

To hell with it, Kris thought as he wrapped his arms around Chanyeol's waist and pulled him in for another kiss.

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