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1- Seven Minutes in Heaven (Cage x Dexter)

(This takes place before Cage and Dex got together)

Cage was sitting beside Dexter in the back room of the bar while their other band mates and a few of the venue staff all played truth or dare. With most of them being at least tipsy and slightly sleep deprived due to the late hour, things were getting hectic and loud. The bar had closed shortly after their last set, and Avery, the lead singer, had invited the closing staff for drinks. They'd offered the back room since they were closing anyways, so here they all were. Playing truth or dare while getting drunk like a bunch of teenagers at a party.

Cage himself was tipsy, thanks to the couple of shots he'd taken and the glass of cheep vodka sitting between him and Dexter, but he wasn't really paying attention to the game all that much. He was more focused on the fact that Dexter's arm was pressed against his own and he could smell his cologne mixed with sweet from playing that night.

He kept glancing at him, hoping the red on his face looking like a drunk flush and not him crushing hard on his band mate.  Unfortunately, he did catch Avery, Dex's sister, grinning at him knowingly from across the circle of drunks. She knew he liked her brother and teased him for it when he wasn't around. 

When it was Dexters turn to choose truth or dare, he took a swig of vodka and raised the bottle to the air. "Dare me, bitch."

Avery thought for a moment, then grinned. "I dare you and Cage to play seven minutes in heaven."

Cage felt his face heat up and he glared at her. She just smiled as Dexter turned to him. "Only if you want to, Cage."

Perhaps it was because he was drunk and already slightly horny thanks to that, but he but down his embarrassment and stood up. "Where's the nearest closet?"

One of the venue staff pointed down the hall. "Turn left and you see a janitors closet."

Avery laughed as Dexter stood up and set the bottle of vodka down. "We doing this for seven minutes or are you feeling particularly cruel today?"

"I'll set a timer and come get you when it goes off." She shooed them as she opened her phone. "You'll just have to find out how long I'm making you stay there!"

Dexter rolled his eyes and grabbed Cages hand. "Come on, drummer boy."

Cage followed clumsily until they reached said janitors closet and Dexter opened the door. It was dark, and they couldn't see much, but Dexter pulled him in and shut the door. Dexter locked it, which made Cage's stomach do flips.

"So, how does this work?"

Cage raised his eyebrow. "You've never done this before?"

He shrugged. "Never really went to parties. That was my sisters scene in high school. You went with her to a few of them."

"I did." He'd gone to quite a few, actually. "Played this before a few times."

"What are the rules?"

"You stay in a closet with someone for seven minutes or more and either make out, have sex, or just sit there awkwardly. Most people do the whole making out thing."

Dexter smirked slightly and leaned his arm on a shelf of cleaning supplies above Cages head, using his other hand to tip his chin up. "Well, if those are the rules..."

Cage's stomach flipped again as Dex leaned in and pressed their lips together. If he was being honest, he didn't mind the idea of making out in a dark closet. He actually was enjoying it a bit too much, as he could feel the pit in the stomach growing.

Dex pressed closer to him, pulling him in by his hips as he brought his head up for a breather. "You taste like vodka."

Cage reached up and put his hand on the back of Dexters neck. "So do you."