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so there they were, all six friends set sat in a booth; ming next to kit and across from them was wayo and phana as beam and forth were sat across from each other, leaving poor beam next to kit and ming. he told himself to keep his head forward and not look towards their direction, he was ready to brace himself for any disgusting shit about to happen.
"so, ming," how was your interview?" wayo asked softly, looking at his menu with a bitten lip, probably trying to concentrate on what he wanted to eat, but nothing too fattening.
"ah," ming chuckled, finally excited to talk about him being a moon, "it was amazing. they had tons of food and everyone just loved me," he glanced toward kit, "they couldn't get enough of me, actually." he watched as kit rolled his eyes, aggressively flipping the page.
"straight doesn't suit you," kit mumbled, ming chuckled at the remark and it was cute that kit forgot his rules already.
"i'll go easy on you as long as you follow my rules, got it?"
"yeah whatever."
"rule number one, no sarcasm, no back talk, no attitude."
"kit, did you forget what we talked about?" he whispered to the jealous male, "do i have to remind you?" and kit only rolled his eyes in response.
"shut up and continue telling your stupid.. story.." his voice faltered before quickly covering his mouth, he cleared his throat and bounced his knee to control himself, but it only pushed satan's toy farther, kit wanted to backhand ming and ride him off into the sunset at the same time, how the fuck could this man be fulfilling his fantasies and he doesn't even know it? kit has always wanted to do this, though he won't ever tell him, it made him extremely excited in both ways.
forth looked at kit and furrowed his eyebrows, his hand intertwined with beam's, "hey, kit, you good?"
no! i'm not actually, was what kit wished he could say, "i'm fine, i got a tickle in my throat. maybe it's the spices in the air." he excused, kit side eyed ming who didn't turn the remote down, he assumed he had to endure because ming technically did say when he misbehaves there's no going down, only up.
wayo chuckled awkwardly, a literal weak 'hahaha' type chuckle, "yeah, this place is known for its spices." he said softly, brushing his hair back and looking towards phana, "and you're helping me dye my hair tonight, remember that." kit could see the disappointment on his elder friend's face? it was weird thinking about him doing it with wayo, doing it rough at that, neither of the two bothered to cover their marks that were so obvious.
"anyway," ming said, "they're signing me up for some modeling type thing, it pays real money, it's a lot too," he looked towards kit who he knew was refraining from saying something smart, what else kind of money would you get, fake money? he could hear him say, but he didn't and he was disappointed because he wanted to torture him more.
beam smiled deviously as he watched kit writher in his spot, he looked desperate, but was hidden by a casual face, he was obviously out of it, "kit? you look dead, how you feel?" he teased, receiving a death glare from the smaller male.
"you'll be dead if you—" he smiled, calming down, "beam, i wanna hug you so hard that you lose your breath circulation and pass out and when you wake up you'll be in nice bed full of nails and pet spiders. all of it is done out of love of course." the calmness of his voice was terrifying, but it was such a show.
"i love you too, kitty!" beam cooed, reaching over to kit who quickly swatted at him, he laughed mockingly at his friend.
ming raised his eyebrows, "play nice," he mouthed to him as kit rolled his eyes, lying his head atop of his folded arms, "do you not like it?" he whispered in his ear, gripping his thigh, "hm?" he hear kit gasp sharply, he knew he wouldn't admit that he likes it, but he desperately wanted to hear him say it.
"is he okay?" he heard forth question, beam only laughed and nodded, there was nothing better than seeing your best friend struggle,
"i think i feel sick," kit mumbled as he sat up, looking over to his younger boyfriend, "move," he said before leaning over to look at beam who was on his phone, "move, cum dumpster." he said and with hesitation beam got up as ming followed after. the brunette hissed as he slid out of the booth before walking to the bathroom, he wanted ming to follow him yet he didn't because he was genuinely hungry and the last time he and ming got busy in public someone walked on them and they had to finish eating with an old man staring at them in disgust until they left.
"i need to take this dumb shit off," he whispered to himself, the faking sick act worked and all he had to do was make it to the bathroom—
"kit! babe!"
kit sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, out of all the tones he could be sweet and caring he chooses now, "yes, ming?" he questioned as he turned towards him with a weak smile.
"get in the fucking restroom," ming ordered, gritting through his teeth which shocked kit, he furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head causing ming to push him towards the door of the restroom, "you think you can just act your way out of this?"
"what the fuck are you talking about?"
"i'll tell you after i'm done fucking your brains out." ming mumbled, kit widened his eyes and looked around as if anyone knew what was going on, but he kind of liked it, ming was being so aggressive with him and there's nothing love more than a dominant ming, but the man couldn't find that out.
"you're so lucky i lost this bet and i cant say anything back." kit said honestly, yes, ming would've gotten a mouthful from kit because who the fuck does he think he is, talking to him like that? if he was in the correct headspace he would backhand ming to the moon and back, but he was in the mood for getting pounded so he'd shut up for now.
"and kit," ming paused with a smirk, "i know your secret."
