❝ 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒! ❞ || 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐂

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 TWO

❝ 𝐁O𝐘𝐒 𝐖I𝐋L 𝐁E 𝐁O𝐘S ❞

TRIGGER WARNINGS || SEXUAL INNUENDOS, MENTION OF DRUGS

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THE WARM light dimmed the private dining room where the contestants dined at. Every competition the members would celebrate with a formal dinner. The sound of soft piano music in the back was muffled by the sound of banging forks and chewing. "Please pass me the bread roll," Faith asked with a whisper as she rested her fork on the table, Tilly handed the tender bread roll towards her with a moutful of potatoes.

"What type of games do you guys think will be hosted?" Reuben tilted his head as he clicked his tongue, sitting besides Noah who failed to cut the chicken in half. "I hope they're like- fun not brain ones!" Faith grinned toothily as a sparkle shinned in her amused eyes, immediately killed off when Brady scoffed in a cocky manner. "Yeah, so then boys like me can crush you?"

Faith lifted up the bread roll with a subtle smile, "look, the stick is longer than your dick!' Brady's nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw. "Don't even because your-"

"Hush we're eating," Victoria glared at him as he clamped his mouth shut- sucking in a sharp breath that strung his lips together. Victoria glanced at Faith with a hidden smirk, a nod of approval came from her.

"Noah," Jules spoke towards the dazed boy whose head immediately lifted. "Ya-Yes?" He cleared his musky throat with a voice crack, groaning softly when Reuben kicked his ankle with a quiet laugh. Jules raised a skeptical eyebrow before letting a huff escape her glossed lips, "pass the napkins please."

Noah's shaky hands traveled towards the stack of bumpy napkins, handing then towards Jules who thanked him with a slight nod. His heart drummed against his ribs heavily as dinner continued. His eyes almost studied her, the way she politely cut her steak. The way her pink lips enveloped around the fork, or how her nose scrunched with every gulp of food.

Vincent gagged slightly when he felt the taste of a onion melt onto his tongue, Jordan eyed him with his nose scrunched. "What?" He snapped, jaw clenched.
Vince gagged as the table went silent with shared looks, his tongue slipped out the slimy onion that fell from his tongue and onto the plate; the sound of 'ew's and groans echoed.

"Gross, couldn't you have just swallowed that, dude?" Jordan gulped as he pushed the plate away, Vince shrugged as he rubbed the napkin against his tongue.
"Nuh uh. Tastes like granny cooch!"

"Since when have you tried some granny pussy?" Jordan scoffed with a toothy smirk, Tilly glanced at Faith with a scrunched nose. Brady laughed, "ever heard of gilfs?"

Victoria eyed the loaf of toast in the middle of the table, the toast let out a gleam of smoke from the heat- the edges melted on the plate as it seemed to taste blissfully. Jordan found the same plate, eyes locking with a tinge of competition; the two immediately reached for the toast abruptly. "Let go stupid!" Jordan groaned as he reached over the table, holding on the toast that began to tear. "You first!"

Victoria scoffed as her nails dug into the toast, Jules eyed the situation in amusement as Tilly's chuckled was muffled with muffins. "Jordan, look-it's a joint!"

Vince joked as he pointed behind Jordan, whose head immediately turned; Victoria took advantage and snatched the toast. "Oh my God," Jordan huffed as he sat back down, glaring at Vince who winked at Jordan in a playfully manner- only failing to wink by closing both eyes.