I don't really know what im doing anymore. I got some of the ideas from a fanfiction I've just read, plus some advice from an old friend, cheers for that one mate x.
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How did I possibly forget that Chet is competitive? Johan thought, as he watched Chets hand slide on Johans pant leg. Chet smirked, knowing that he'd be the one who wins this.
Gay chicken.
A classic game to play with your friends. Each other makes homosexual advances on each other before one 'chickens' out. What else are you going to do with your friends when your hanging out?
Chet was on the more competitive side, but Johan liked to win stupid challenges that he knows he can pass.
"Really?" Johan laughed, "Putting your hand on my leg is gay?" Johan slid his hand to a more sensitive part of the thigh, somewhere were chet cursed under his breath when he felt the unnatural feeling of a hand.
"Your bad at this." Johan hummed in a low voice.
Chet laughed off his lustfulness, "No, im just not gay enough for this." Johan just rolled his eyes and continued to think of ways to try to get Chet to back out.
It's hard for Johan to put a straight face on, especially when he is making gay movements on a friend whom hes take a liking to. It doesn't make things any better when these are just the first movements of the game, the less gay movements, which made Johan think, how far is chet going to take this?
Then out of nowhere, an idea came in his head that would certainly make chet back out of it,
Sit on his lap, say a few gay things, boom you win.
Johan smiled as he got up, Chet tilted his head to the side in amusement, "What are you doing-" Johan sat himself in Chet's open lap, Johan felt how cold Chet's thighs were compared to his, like they were yearning for Johan to sit there.
Chet's face turned into a bright red, not expecting Johan to do something as bold as this.
Chet easily could hide his blush with his big hands, they could hide most of his face if he truly wanted to. Wrinkles formed as his smile got bigger and bigger. He let out a raspy laugh.
"Do you think sitting on my lap is going to let you win? Think again mate." Chet then quickly wrapped his hands around Johans waist and pulled him in closer, leaving little space between the two boys. It made Johan slightly flinch at the movement.
"Wait, you can say things right? Like gay things?" Johan asked as he adjusted to the new seating arrangement.
"I feel like you could, I mean there's no strict rules when it comes to it." Chet answered, Johan could feel a little bit of fright in Chet's tone.
Johan beamed, It was clear to Chet that the smile was due to a risky thought.
Johan leaned to the side of Chet's face, his breath tickling the senses of Chet's ear, "Since im here, is there anything I can do for you daddy?"
Oh fuck.
That got Chet hard in seconds after he said that, it was the absolute worst thing that Johan could have said while on Chets lap, maybe if he wasn't there he could awkwardly adjust himself or sit in a position were its not obvious. But no, Johan had to sit on Chets lap and say that.
Johans eyes widened and he devilishly smiled, his posture straighten out more, his face close to Chets, as they both started into their similar eyes.
"Ah, looks like I've struck a nerve with this one. Does that mean I win?" Johan said with his tone smooth and silky.
Chet pushed johan off his lap and onto the bed, "Yeah, yeah fine you win. Whatever." He groaned, anger that his dick got in the way of winning. He folded his arms as Johan laughed.
"Maybe next time we play, you'll win." Johan said as he winked at chet who was still red in the face.
"Maybe."
