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Erich - Laser Tagging

The lights flashed as loud pop music blasted through the speakers. Eric glanced around wearily at the arcade, watching all the people bustled and played around. Rich was holding his hand, leading him through the crowds. JD, Veronica, Michael, Connor, Evan and Jared all followed close behind. They all were going out to hang out, and what better place to do that than at an arcade that recently got a laser tagging game added. 

Some people walked past the group, one of them bumping into Eric's shoulder. "Hey! Watch it!" Eric snapped, clearly not enjoying being around so many people. Rich put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Eric, chill out, they didn't mean it, right?" Rich looked at the person who bumped Eric, eyes dark. The human shook their head and scampered off, following their friends. Eric let out a sigh. "Sorry... Just... Tense..." He mumbled.

"Come on you two lovebirds!" JD called from across the arcade. Rich and Eric sprinted after them as they arrived at the laser tagging area of the game. Jared had a huge grin on his face, while Evan looked a tad nervous and unamused. 

Same, Evan, same... Eric thought. Evan and Eric had both originally opted to stay at home, but their boyfriends, happy, excitable, top boyfriends, wanting them to come along. How could either of them say no?

The instructor handed everyone their gear and the group was sorted into teams.

Veronica, Jared, Evan and Eric on the blue team

Rich, JD, Michael and Connor on the red team. Eric was disappointed that he wasn't in the same team as his boyfriend, but all of hose thoughts went away when Rich went over to him and whispered into his ear, "Betcha I'm gonna win." knowing that Eric wouldn't back down from a challenge.

Eric grabbed the back of Rich's shirt, yanking him back when he started to walk away. Eric turned Rich so they were face to face. He leaned in slightly, staring at Rich directly into his eyes. "Are you sure about that?~" He murmured softly, a slightly cocky smirk on his face. Rich chuckled darkly, which gave Eric shivers down his spine and a blushing face. 

"Yes I am." 

Eric knew Rich wouldn't say that unless he had something planned. He would have to keep a watch for his boyfriend during the match.

"YO! TIC TAC! YOU COMIN' TO JOIN US OR WHAT?" Eric heard Jared shout to him, and he turned, heading towards the girl in blue, cronch-boy and his tree-boy-boyfriend. "I'm here, jeez..." Eric mumbled, still slightly flustered. He glanced back where he saw Rich smiling innocently and waving at him. Michael, possibly high, yelled out, "THE LOSERS HAVE TO BUY THE WINNERS SLUSHIES, OKAY?!" 

Connor, definitely high, yelled out, "AND THE WINNERS GET TO CHOOSE WHAT MOVIE WE WATCH EVERY NIGHT FOR A WEEK!!"

Veronica, bein the competitive lil' spark she is, screeched out "AGREED!" Eric and Evan both winced from the loudness of their friends. 

The instructor gave them a quick run-through of how to play, how to shoot and answered questions such as "Can you make someone blind?" or "Can you shoot and kill yourself with these guns?"

At the second question everyone turned to Connor worriedly.

But finally, they were set loose inside the arena. Eric stayed close to the walls, glad he was wearing a dark blue turtleneck sweater. He could see Michael hiding behind a wall, since the red hoodie stuck out in the dark, and shot him. Eric heard Michael curse in disappointment and ran off.

The game was an even match. After ten minutes, Eric still hadn't seen Rich. He was silent, listening. Footsteps, stomping up a ramp, and then the frantic pulling of the trigger. He heard a loud "DAMNIT VERONICA!" and grinned, knowing JD got shot. 

Eric got shot by Connor, Connor got shot by Evan, Evan got shot by JD, and during all this no one had any idea where Rich was, only knowing that he mysteriously came and went, shooting almost everyone without them knowing. 

The game had almost finished by the time Eric found Rich. The supercomputer turned a corner quickly, getting stopped by someone grabbing his hand and pulling him back. Rich. He blindly stepped as Rich shoved him gently into the wall. Eric looked at Rich, who had a cocky smirk plastered onto his face. Rich's hand ran up and down Eric's side and he shivered slightly, before Rich pushed his lips against the supercomputer's, kissing him hard and passionately.

Eric dropped his laser gun after the first minute of making out, wrapping his arms around Rich's neck to pull him closer. The kiss became more hot, more heavy, more desperate. In between breaths for air, they panted. Rich started kissing down Eric's neck, sucking a hickie into it.

Then there was the weak, pitiful sound of someone getting out. Eric saw a flashing lights and saw Rich standing over him, phone in one hand and laser gun in the other. It was clear what had happened; Rich had kissed Eric until he almost passed out, took a picture of a dazed Eric and hen shot him. Rich turned and walked off, chuckling darkly.

Eric stood in the corner dumbly for a few moments before he heard Veronica yell, "ERIC! MOVE YOUR ASS AND GET THE OTHERS OUT!!!" Eric snapped out of his trance and it finally clicked for what Rich had done.

"RICHARD GORANSKI!!" 

The furious yell echoed through the arena as the game's sirens blared, indicating that the game was over.

The points were counted up. The Red Team was victorious! Eric watched Rich with tinted pink cheeks and narrowed eyes as he celebrated. 

Rich went over to Eric. "You can't just do that and then walk away, Rich, and not give me something! You can't just kiss me like that and then shoot me and then-" He was cut off by Rich ever-so-gently caressing his face.

"Shush, pet, you know you liked it~" Rich murmured to him, watching gladly as Eric turned from a rosy colour to a bright tomato.

"RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICH!" 

Let's just say Eric did get something when they got home ;)