BL ONESHOTS No.5

⁷⁹⁰🥵Vegas x Kim x Chay

Requested. (Sorry in advance if this was not what you asked for.)

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"You can't be serious," Pete said, his voice echoing through the empty locker room.

Vegas looked him straight in the eye. "I've never been more serious, Pete. This is a chance we can't pass up."

Pete rubbed his forehead. "But Vegas, we're not exactly... equipped for this sort of thing."

"Don't worry," Vegas said with a sly smile, "I've got it all figured out."

The tension was palpable as Vegas laid out his plan. Pete had been Vegas' loyal bodyguard for years, and he knew when his boss had that glint in his eye, it was best to stay out of the way. But this was different. This was something Pete had never seen coming.

Chay, the quiet university student, was the wild card. He'd stumbled into their lives, and now, it seemed, into their beds. Pete had his suspicions, but Vegas had assured him that Chay was just a bit of fun, a way to let off some steam. But as he listened to Vegas detail their next move, Pete couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this than met the eye.

The three of them had been dancing around the edges of desire for weeks now. The subtle glances, the accidental touches, the unspoken tension that had built to a crescendo. And now, here they were, in this grimy, neon-lit locker room, about to take the plunge into the unknown.

Pete's thoughts raced as he studied Chay, who was fidgeting nervously with his backpack straps. He was so out of place in this world of shadows and danger, but there was something about him that drew Vegas in like a moth to a flame. And if Vegas wanted him, Pete wasn't going to stand in the way.

He took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright, I'm in."

Vegas' smile grew wider, and he clapped Pete on the back. "Good man," he said. "Now let's show Chay what we're really made of."

Without another word, Vegas turned and walked over to Chay, who looked up with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Pete followed, his heart racing. This was going to be a night they'd never forget.

Vegas placed a hand on Chay's shoulder, his thumb tracing small circles as he leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Chay's eyes widened, but he nodded, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Take off your clothes," Vegas said, his voice low and commanding.

Pete watched as Chay hesitantly unzipped his hoodie, revealing the tight T-shirt that clung to his slender frame. His hands trembled as he pulled it over his head, exposing his pale, freckled chest. Vegas stepped closer, his own breath hitching as he took in the sight.

Pete felt his own desire stirring, and he began to strip too. His muscular body was a stark contrast to Chay's, but he knew Vegas appreciated the difference. He tossed his clothes aside, his eyes never leaving Chay as he kicked off his shoes and socks.

The air grew thick with anticipation as they both stood there, naked, their eyes locked onto each other. Vegas' hand slid down Chay's arm, coming to rest at his waist. He pulled the student closer, their bodies touching for the first time. Chay gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as Vegas kissed him deeply.

Pete approached them, feeling like an intruder in this intimate moment. But Vegas beckoned him with a look, and he knew his place. He slid his hand around Chay's waist from behind, feeling the warmth of his skin. The three of them stood there, their bodies pressed together, hearts beating in sync with the throb of the bass from the club outside.

And then, with a growl of passion, Vegas broke the kiss, turning Chay to face Pete. "Tonight," he said, "we're going to show you what it's like to be part of us."