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“I’m getting bored, Satoru.” Suguru sighs as the pair stand by the drink stand.
“Well maybe if you actually participated, you’d actually have fun. Besides, we have about… two more minutes until the next round.” Satoru chuckled before taking a sip of his drink.
Suguru knew that Satoru loved to party. That he loved to be the center of attention just as much as he loved to show off. Satoru Gojo felt like he deserved all the praise and attention he got by being him. He was born with it all, brains, bronze, looks, wealth, the list was endless. Although Satoru was born into wealth, it didn’t stop him from working as hard as he did. Attending one of the top colleges in the state was hard work, even for someone like Satoru Gojo. Parties were times Satoru thrived by purely showing off without even having to try.
Geto on the other hand, was born in a completely different environment than his best friend. Suguru didn’t have the wealth that Satoru was born with. He made it to Jujitsu University all on his own; with his blood, sweat, and tears. Because of their differences, Suguru Geto was always there to put Satoru Gojo in his place. When the two first met, they (not so) shockingly didn’t get along. Surprisingly, Satoru Gojo was even more full himself in high school. It wasn’t like Suguru felt like Satoru wasn’t as good as he said he was, in fact, he deemed Satoru’s skills and ambition as amazing.
However, what really pissed him off was how much of a brat Satoru was. He hated how highly Satoru thought of himself. Satoru was the type of student to talk down to everybody like they were learning from him, and suguru thought it was cringeworthy. Yeah Satoru Gojo was skilled, but he was also Satoru Gojo. An heir born in a wealthy family, living in a huge home Geto dreamt of living in as a kid. In high school, it was like Satoru completely ignored the fortune and nepotism he was born with. Their disagreements led to arguments, which eventually led to a huge fist fight. The first time they genuinely had a conversation was because of the forced proximity their earned detention gave them. Suguru noticed Satoru picking at his knuckles and told him to quit it as if he wasn’t the same person punching him in the face the day before. Suguru was able to get himself through Satoru’s thick skull to give him a dose of perspective.
Ever since that day, they’ve been inseparable; In a quite literal sense. Satoru Gojo was the most clingiest person Suguru had ever met.
If Suguru Geto told 14-year-old him that THE Satoru Gojo was this touchy and had genuinely sulked if he spent too much time away from him, Suguru would’ve threw up in his mouth. Suguru doesn’t mind it now, not at all. Getting to see Satoru underneath his light was something Suguru wouldn’t trade for the world, he found the guy admirable. Even though Satoru thought himself as a god, he always saw Suguru as an equal. Satoru even considered Suguru as his moral compass at one point. After knowing Satoru for five years, his bratty exterior had simmered down. Satoru was still a confident brat, but less now. Geto always made sure that Satoru didn’t get too ahead of himself, by reminding him about his luckiness of a background.
They now attend Jujitsu University, and they are still getting used to the new school. Gojo usually forces Geto to accompany him, along with their mutual friend Shoko, to college parties. It always ended up with either Suguru watching his best friends from the sidelines or Satoru forcing Suguru into the crowd with him.
It wasn’t like Suguru hated the spotlight, it was more like he wasn’t used to letting loose. Ever since attending Jujitsu, he’s always been very on the top of his game. He wasn’t like Satoru, money was tight. The only reason Suguru made it into the school was because he worked hard for his scholarship. So for Suguru, it was hard for him to switch his brain from “work mode” to “party mode”. With Satoru by his side, Suguru did appreciate the praise he’d give him to get him to relax. Even though they had different backgrounds, Satoru treated them at equal footing. According to Satoru, If he was the best, Suguru was the best with him. They were both the best in Satoru’s eyes.
Tonight, Shoko was hosting the party and a round of the game of seven minutes in heaven was in session. College parties usually consisted of games like these, games with either kissing, stripping, alcohol, or all of them at the same time. Suguru didn’t get the appeal to it, it was such a dangerous combination anyways. Because of the lack of appeal, he never participated in these party games.
“I feel like this is getting a bit out of hand… four rounds seems excessive, doesn’t it?” Suguru asked, joining Satoru for a drink.
“Maybe if you join the next round, you’d feel the adrenaline!” Satoru teased.
Perhaps Satoru was right, but Suguru didn’t care enough to even want to feel the adrenaline. Nobody peaked his interests in that way.
“Seven minutes are up!” Shoko announced to the crowd waiting by the closet door. Everyone cheered as the couple walked out the closet with messy hair and rustled clothes. Suguru couldn’t help but cringe.
Suguru watched as Satoru moved his head high to watch the couple as well. Suguru muttered to his best friend, who he knew was in fact interested. “Why are people so interested in this?”
Happy to explain, Satoru exclaimed
“The whole scenario is hot! Two people, stuck in a closet, love in the air—“
“Love isn’t the right word to use.” Suguru interrupted. He had his cup near his mouth although there was no more drink left in it.
“You don’t even get to choose who you get stuck in the closet with. What’s so hot about that? What if you get paired with someone ugly.”
Satoru always had been down to play these games. But every time they played this particular game, Satoru never seemed to get picked. It made Suguru wonder if Satoru wanted to get picked with someone specifically. It wouldn’t bother him if he wanted someone else of course. If Satoru were to have his eyes on someone, he would certainly not have to worry about rejection. If Suguru was a stranger, he would be fine going into that closet with Satoru. I mean, he was an attractive guy. He was slightly taller than Suguru, and because of that slightly leaner too. He had these vibrant blue eyes that stood out against his white hair. His pale skin made his lip color look nice and pink. Satoru was pretty fashionable as well. Tonight he wore a tight black turtleneck and black baggy cargos; that looked nice around his skin and muscles.
He had a pair of circular black sunglasses, and although Suguru thought it was stupid to wear sunglasses indoors at a party, he couldn’t deny he looked good.
Satoru was also an extremely touchy person, that quality would be useful if they were in the closet together. Considering that Satoru was also a brat at heart, being a person who could put him into his place did sound kind of fun to him.
All of a sudden, Suguru realized what he was thinking about. More worrisome, WHO he was thinking about. It was almost like he was considering it, and he was NOT considering it, no way. This is all in a general aspect of course, Suguru doesn’t want to be in the closet with Satoru. Suguru is not into his best friend. Besides, he’s never really had the time to focus on romance and things like that.
“What if it’s just the right person?” Gojo asked over the loud and excited crowd. Satoru’s answer didn’t surprise Suguru, they always had banter like this.
“Is there a right person for you, Satoru?” Geto asked voice was low and gravely. Their banter always consisted of their voices changing, for some reason.
A long silence between them occurred. Although Geto didn’t care for his answer, the question had trouble leaving his mouth for no apparent reason.
“Maybe.”
Like Suguru thought before, he wouldn’t mind if Satoru wanted someone else. Duh, they were friends. They’ve been best friends for years, someone else had to step into the picture eventually. Before the conversation could resume, Gojo handed his empty cup to Geto as their amazing friend Shoko yelled out another announcement.
“Everybody, gather round for the final round!” The brunette yelled.
Just like that, everybody gathered round in a circle to prepare for the next round. All except of course, Suguru Geto.
“Suguru..” Shoko hums, wafting her hand motioning him to join the rest of the group. All eyes were on him. Shoko then made her way by the drinks to get closer to her friend.
“Cmon, just this round. It’s a special one!” Shoko whispered.
Suguru and Shoko were very close friends as well. Suguru admired how she took no bullshit from anybody. She was never angry with it either, just blunt and straightforward. She was just as smart as Satoru and himself.
“Not interested.” Suguru scoffed, then put the two empty cups on the table beside him.
“Don’t be a buzzkill, Geto! It’d be way funner if everybody joined this round!” Haibara cheered.
After that, the whole circle started joining in. Suguru’s eyes naturally fell onto his best friend, he wasn’t saying anything but he was giving a look and a shrug that said. “He said it, not me.”
“There’s already enough people here, I’d hardly make a difference.” Suguru shrugged.
Suguru was correct, the chances of the bottle landing on him was practically zero. What he didn’t think was that his logic would go against him.
“Then it wouldn’t hurt to sit in the circle.” Shoko swirled her hair as she exclaimed.
“No.” Geto repeated himself.
The crowd groaned at Geto’s disapproval as they all grumbled about how much of “buzzkill” and “killjoy” this man was, trying to get Suguru to care.
It wasn’t like he was uncomfortable with the idea of the game, he just didn’t find it necessary. Nobody ever caught his eyes at these parties before, so why would he care about participating in these perverted games. There was nothing hot about the thought of being locked inside a closet with a stranger. There especially wasn’t anything sexy about the group of people eavesdropping on you from the outside. Yes, Suguru Geto was a stubborn man, but—
The way people thought Suguru cared was making him mad. The whole point of him not playing was because he didn’t care enough. The way they kept calling him a buzzkill like it would get under his skin was pathetic.
“Yeah, I mean— of course Geto isn’t playing anyways. He’s definitely a scared-y cat!” A girl with black pigtails teased from the circle, it was no other than Utahime.
Scared? Now this was getting silly. Suguru was a smart man, he knows what these students were doing. They were doing some stupid reverse psychology trick to get him to play, unfortunately for Suguru, this was working in their favor. In a way their words were getting under his skin, only because it was inaccurate word to describe him. Suguru Geto considered himself many things, but being a scared-y cat was not one of them.
With a long and waited sigh, Suguru finally made his decision. “Just this one time.” Suguru thought to himself.
“Fine, okay, let’s just go.” Suguru chuckled aggressively. Shoko squealed as a response.
“Yes!” Shoko cheered, as well as the rest of the circle. Once again, Suguru couldn’t help but look straight at Satoru. Maybe it was muscle memory.
“Now we’re getting started!”
She grabs his hand as she leads him towards the circle of people. When Geto sits down, he noticed a couple girls start to fix their hair and clothes—
“So Shoko, didn’t you say this round was special?” One of the girls said.
Shoko chuckled, “Well, in celebration of our fifth and final round… Five extra minutes will be added.”
Gasps came from the circle.
“And we will call it “Seven minutes in heaven—
Plus five minutes!” Shoko smiled with teeth, you’d think with a smile like that she came up with a more clever name.
While Suguru heard the others get excited by the new information, he was trying to find the adrenaline Satoru was talking about earlier. Like always, Geto laid his eyes upon Gojo. He was on the opposite side of the circle, all they could do was exchange looks as of now. Seeing his best friend on the other side did make Suguru’s heart race, maybe the heat of the moment was getting to him. Suguru wished he could see Satoru’s eyes, but all he could see was his reflection through his glasses.
“First spin! And a one and a two and a three!”
Shoko then spun the pink painted bottle.
Suguru’s eyes traced the bottle as it spun. Every time the bottle passed him, he felt a wave of relief. Inevitably, the bottle spun slower—
And slower—
“OMG!” Utahime yelped.
Suguru’s mouth got slightly dry and he wasn’t sure why. It was bound to happen eventually, so why not now. Suguru looked up seeing Satoru laughing as haibara started rubbing on his shoulders.
“My man!” Haibara laughed as he dapped up Satoru.
“Well well well, Satoru Gojo! Today is finally your lucky day!” Shoko spat.
The girls were getting tense in the circle, all eager to be Satoru’s plus one. Suguru couldn’t stress it enough, he was okay with Satoru having another. For some reason though, he felt like their time had been cut short. He used the words cut short like they haven’t been friends for years. This was a strange feeling, Suguru couldn’t pinpoint what it was at all. All he knew is that it was uncomfortable and an unnecessary hassle.
“And not just for Satoru, but for Suguru too! See, all you had to do was sit there and look pretty.” Shoko said as she winds up the bottle for the final spin.
There was basically a zero percent chance on the bottle landing on Suguru. Not in a disappointing way, it’s not like Suguru was hoping the bottle to land on him. It was just a general calculation, common sense—mental math. There was only one thing left on Suguru’s mind.
‘What if this person was the right one?’
“And a one and a two and a three!” Shoko repeated as she spun the bottle.
As the bottle spun, the room was mostly silent due to the anticipation. There was an occasional squeal from people when the bottle passed them. Suguru didn’t know if it was his mind playing a trick on him or if the bottle actually took forever to land. Suguru looked around the crowd, eager to find Satoru’s reason for saying maybe.
‘Perhaps it was Utahime.’ Suguru thought. They seemed to bicker a lot, but considering all the banter him and Satoru partook in, maybe he was into that. She was also a fairly attractive girl, it’s not the craziest conclusion to achieve.
The bottle was still spinning.
‘Or maybe it’s Mei Mei..?’
Mei Mei always had an interest for Satoru, maybe it was her. Dwelling on the thought, Suguru scrapped it. Satoru always thought she was too money-hungry and shallow. Suguru’s attention was no longer on the bottle, and more on the girls around him.
‘No way… could it be Shoko?’ Suguru was shocked to even think about it. It wasn’t completely unexpected, the three of them were tight knit. Shoko was the only girl Satoru genuinely hung out with, they were good friends. Had Suguru been a third wheel this whole time? He didn’t like the thought of that. Why didn’t he like the thought of that? Wouldn’t this be the best case scenario? Things wouldn’t change because the three of them were already a trio. Have they liked each other this whole time and Suguru was simply clueless to the sight? Now that Suguru really thought about it, the last time Satoru talked about girl in that way was when he changed his wallpaper to one when they were sixteen—That girl was a brunette too. The pieces were all clicking together now, this made sense. ‘And the reason why he didn’t tell me was because…’
He wanted it to land on—
“—ON SUGURU GETO!” Haibara screamed as he shook Satoru’s shoulders.
“Wait wha…?” Geto was genuinely astounded. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t realize the bottle landed on- well it landed on him. Suguru felt his face getting hot as everyone was clapping for them.
“Looks like I spoke too soon, huh?” Shoko laughed nervously, patting Geto on his back. All of a sudden, she switched her hand atop Suguru’s shoulder.
“But hey, maybe I did you guys a favor.”
Hearing her say that sentence made Suguru’s brain stop computing. ‘What on earth did she mean by that?’ Suguru thought. The bottle landing on him was already too much to process, Shoko’s remark was overdoing it.
People were screaming, cheering, and crying as if the two just ran and won a 5k marathon for the Olympics. Suguru rubbed his face to collect his thoughts together. Satoru is Suguru’s best friend, and this was probably the second best case scenario for Suguru. If Suguru had to choose someone to go into the closet with, he would pick Satoru. Not for any weird reason, but only because he knows that the two could chill there for the twelve minutes. Nothing crazy had to happen, just an average conversation in a slightly awkward context. But ultimately, the best case scenario for Suguru was not to get picked in the first place.
“Sorry to ruin the moment, but there’s absolutely no way that Buzzkill Geto is going to go through with this!” One of the girls pouted.
Everyone was talking over each other now, Suguru never witnessed a sight chaotic as this—at a party of course. They eventually faced Suguru, expecting him to say something. Suguru didn’t have anything to say at this moment. Suguru's gaze was on the floor until he felt a silhouette walk towards him. It was no other than his best friend with his hands in his pockets and a smile.
His stupid smug smile.
“Should we go, Suguru?” Satoru asked as he looked down at Suguru.
Suguru looked up at his best friend. Suguru was definitely overthinking this all, and he could tell with the way Satoru was so calm and collected about this. Suguru got up on his feet and stretched his arms. Suguru didn’t have to make this weird, even though the context implied otherwise. Luckily for Suguru, he had an amazing pokerface. Suguru looked around as people awaited his answer. The room seemed to be divided into two groups. Group one had the people who didn’t think Suguru wouldn’t do it, and group two disagreed—group one consisted in the majority of the room. Hearing the confident whispers of the girls who were certain Suguru wouldn’t go through with it—and who secretly wished they could take his place—was deeply irritating to him. It left Suguru with no choice but to prove them all wrong. It’s not like they were going to see inside the closet anyway.
“Sure. Let’s go, Satoru.” Suguru shrugged.
With confidence built with petty intentions, Suguru grabbed Satoru’s sleeve and walked into the closet. He made sure to look at the people who doubted them before closing the door behind them.
-
“Is there a right person for you, Satoru?”
“Maybe.”
Maybe.
Satoru wasn’t sure what possessed him to say that, he knew damn well he didn’t care about anyone participating in the game—But now, things have changed. Satoru was trapped in a closet with his best friend, the same best friend he’d been head over heels in love with for years. Satoru looked across from him to see Suguru sitting on the floor.
“They put a lot of effort in this closet, huh?” Suguru stated.
Satoru looked around the closet because even though he always participated, he’s never been inside here before. As always, Suguru was right. The closet even had purple dimmed LED lights for ambience lighting. Suguru must’ve been on a streak tonight, because this would’ve been the opposite of hot if Satoru were paired with the wrong person.
“Yeah, haha-“ Satoru chuckled.
Satoru was never the awkward type, but he didn’t know what Suguru had in mind to do. Suguru was the one who grabbed his sleeve, he was the one to lead the way. ‘Suguru didn’t want- this, right?’ Satoru thought.
“Well Satoru, what do you want to talk about? We have twelve minutes to kill.” Suguru smiled.
Satoru knew deep down inside that Suguru didn’t want to do anything, obviously, they were friends—but it didn’t prevent Satoru from feeling slightly let down. As silly as it sounded, Satoru Gojo considered himself as a hopeless romantic. Satoru wasn’t expecting Suguru to rip off his clothes here and to forget afterwards, he wanted something more. Satoru wanted a dramatic confession, like the ones he watched in the movies. Satoru had been hoping for something sappy, like: “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
Guiltily, Satoru also wanted Suguru to put his hands all over his body. Could you blame him, they were in the middle of playing a round of seven minutes in heaven (plus five minutes). People were expecting them to- do stuff. Satoru couldn’t handle it, it was such a lewd scenario in his head. Suguru wasn’t even wearing anything special, Satoru felt pathetic even remotely thinking of him in that way. Suguru simply had on a plain white shirt and black baggy pants. Suguru was wearing the most basic outfit there was and Satoru still had hearts in his eyes. ‘Luckily I have my glasses.’ Satoru dwelled.
Jeez how was Satoru Gojo going to be normal about this.
Though they were sealed from the rest l, you could still hear the people and music from outside the closet. Most of the sentences were inaudible, but there was an occasional clear sentence in every few.
“Theres no way they’re doing anything!” A stranger yelled.
“You’re just gonna take that, Suguru?” Gojo asked in a playful tone.
“What do you mean?” Suguru replied.
Satoru didn’t know what he meant, and he didn’t know where he was going with this. And just like that, Satoru Gojo was on autopilot.
“You’re just going to let them call you a buzzkill? The Suguru I know wouldn’t let them have it.”
“What are you implying here, Satoru? You actually wanna…?”
Yes
“No-”
Oh god that voice, that voice was a drug to Satoru. Satoru never heard Suguru sound like that before either, but judging by his facial expression, it looked like he was genuinely taken aback. But that voice, he wanted to hear it like that again. Suguru could tell Satoru to do something stupid like jump off a cliff, and he would if he used that tone.
“I’m not saying that, but if they want a show-“
Satoru’s face was smug as he crossed his arms. Then, Satoru let his back hit the door, creating a large but natural sounding thud. The thud created a reaction from the crowd outside.
“We can give them one.”
Suguru faced Satoru like his interests were peaked.
“Cmon, remember what high school was like? When anyone talked down on us, we always proved them wrong. We proved them wrong because we were the simply the best, we are the best. Let’s kill two birds with one stone.” Satoru Gojo had no idea if he was being slick, but he was in too deep to go back.
Suguru stood up from his spot and started to walk towards his best friend.
“And what would that be? Killing two birds with one stone?” Geto asked, his eyes felt like they were piercing through Satoru’s soul. Satoru couldn’t help but swallow.
“You prove them wrong about you, and we could have some fun with it too. Like one of those- what do they call it…” Satoru places his index and his thumb on his chin as he tries to think of the word.
“A prank!” Satoru laughed quietly as he snapped his fingers, these walls seemed thin after all.
Suguru didn’t say anything, instead he raised an eyebrow and scanned Satoru’s face. Suguru hummed as a response.
“Unless…. Don’t tell me…!” Satoru gasped and placed his hand on his chest like Suguru offended him. At first Suguru was confused, but then his face shifted into realization.
“Don’t start—” Suguru said before getting interrupted.
“Is Suguru Geto a killjoy? This can’t be!” Satoru continued with the dramatic gasps and movements.
“Satoru..” Suguru softly chuckled, forcing himself to act mad. Satoru knew that Suguru loved the dramatic act he’d play, and he loved the banter that came with it.
“I get it now, but I- I just never thought I’d be best friends with a—”
All of a sudden, Suguru placed both hands on the door behind them—Essentially “pinning” Satoru against the door. It created another thud, along with more noise from the outside. The sudden action from Suguru caught Satoru by surprise. This type of contact wasn’t out of the ordinary for the pair, they did stuff like this when they’d spar for fun. But yet again, the context of the situation changed everything.
“B-Buzzkill.” Satoru stuttered as he finished his sentence. Satoru’s shocked expression lasted short before it shifted into a smile. Satoru’s face felt so hot, he could practically see the steam from his glasses.
“I knew it, I wasn’t friends with a buzzkill.” Satoru chuckled.
“You always know how to get to me.” Suguru said in an almost whispered voice.
That sentence replayed in Satoru’s mind. Even though he wanted him so bad right now, reality came first—and the reality was that nothing was going to happen. This whole thing was just a silly prank, that’s it. Satoru then grabbed Suguru’s hair and pulled his head towards his neck, even though there was no need to grab and touch him in the first place.
“Oh, Geto!” Satoru yelled obnoxiously.
Satoru continued to yelp obnoxiously as he played with Suguru’s hair. Satoru felt silly with what he was doing, but the others from outside the closet seemed to buy it. Satoru had no serious intention in his body as he was yelling.
“Cmon Satoru, that doesn’t sound realistic at all..” Suguru grumbled.
Suguru placed his hands on Satoru’s waist instead of on the door behind them, causing a genuine yelp to come out of Satoru’s lips. Suguru’s touch started off soft as he grazed up and down Satoru’s back. Usually, Satoru was the touchy one between the two—Not the other way around. If Suguru’s fingers continued to rub up and down Satoru's waist like this, he was bound to explode eventually. Un(fortunately) for Satoru, Suguru was apparently not finished either. Suguru began gripping his waist, slowly moving it back and forth towards the door—creating a rustling sound. Satoru couldn’t lie, this felt a bit awkward—they weren’t even kissing. Oh but having Suguru’s hands on him as well as his head buried in Satoru’s neck—it was all too much. “It’s just for the prank.” Satoru repeated in mind.
“Well- maybe it’s because it’s not the real thing.” Satoru whispered as he played with Suguru’s hair.
Yeah this was weird for them, and Satoru had a feeling that it wasn’t just because of the context of the game anymore. The two didn’t even need to touch each other, but for some reason they were all over each other.
Suguru lifted his head to face Satoru. Was Suguru Geto blushing? Satoru wouldn’t know—thanks to his own stupid decision to keep his sunglasses on. Suguru stopped with the movement, but kept his hands atop Satoru’s waist. The space between them was practically nonexistent.
“Well it wouldn’t be a good prank if it wasn’t realistic…” Geto stated.
Was Satoru dreaming or did Suguru Geto say what he thought he said? Suguru wanted more? This was for the prank of course, no need for Satoru to get excited. It wasn’t like Satoru was locked in a closet with the man he was in love with for years, and that same man just implied that he wanted something more— nothing like that. When Satoru tried to speak, the words ended up stuck in his throat and unable to leave. Instead, Satoru responded by vigorously nodding his head.
Suguru leaned even closer (like that was possible), letting his hands on each side of Satoru’s face. Although Satoru’s glasses were still on, he saw Suguru’s face clearly due to their distance. Satoru let his arms fall to his side, not really knowing what to do with them.
This is just for the prank.
“I-I’m going to do it now.” Suguru convinced Satoru, though it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more.
“Yup!” Gojo agreed, popping the p at the end.
Just a harmless prank.
“I’m leaning in now.” Suguru was in fact, stalling.
This was a lot of effort for a prank.
“Suguru, are you kissing me or not?” Satoru whined, he was growing impatient.
“I am—!
“Well then do it—“
“I will!”
“It doesn’t seem li—“
“i’m doing it, Satoru”
Classic of them to start bickering right now. They went back and forth, talking over each other for a good 15 seconds before the fighting fell short. Satoru noticed the silence and his chest started to flutter as Suguru’s eyes met with his. And just like that, Suguru planted a soft kiss onto Satoru’s lips. Suguru’s hands were just as soft as his lips, leaving a firework-like sensation in Satoru’s stomach. Suguru stepped back, but their gazes were still intact.
No words were exchanged, only a look. Suguru looked down at Satoru’s lips again before going back in for more. It wasn’t as soft as the first time, it was rougher. Suguru had his hands on Satoru’s waist, while Satoru’s hands were lingering around Suguru’s neck and hair.
Their hands were touching everywhere, with a firm grip. Satoru was panting like a dog in heat, he’d been wanting Suguru so bad. Although they were making out in the closet, Satoru didn’t know if his feeling were reciprocated back or if Suguru was just really
Really
Really
into this prank.
At this point, Satoru wasn’t even paying attention to the group of people outside anymore. All he could hear was Suguru’s breathing, and he preferred it that way too.
“Hey, you- can like- kiss my neck or something, to really sell it.” Every word that Satoru panted was cut off by Suguru’s lips.
Satoru really felt like he was pushing it now, he was practically testing how far his own best friend’s boundaries went right now. Could Suguru hear Satoru’s heart beating out of his chest, or was it just him? Suguru stopped kissing Satoru to answer his question, and it made Satoru feel anxious for his answer. Suguru looked up and down at Satoru and tugged on his shirt.
“Your turtle neck would be in the w—“
“We can take it off-! F-For the prank!” Satoru beat Suguru at his own suggestion, the man had been hungry for so long. Satoru’s sudden response caused a genius chuckle to flow out of Suguru’s mouth.
“Mhm, for the prank.” Suguru nodded his head.
Suguru grabbed the bottom of Satoru’s, not to mention at the slowest speed possible.
“But if I have to take off my shirt, then you have to take off yours! It’s only fair.” Satoru whined as Suguru slowly lifted up his shirt.
“Only if you take off your glasses.”
And now they were both shirtless, participating in a round of seven minutes in heaven (plus five minutes), all for a prank. Now that his glasses were off, Satoru saw Suguru’s face and all its glory.
“There we go, now I can see your eyes.” Suguru smiled as he took no time to kiss the nape of his neck.
The sensation left Satoru shuddering. Suguru’s muscles felt so good underneath his fingers, but not as good as his lips felt on his neck. Satoru was loving every second of this, he didn’t want it to stop.
“Hah- Suguruu..!” Satoru gasped.
Suguru was rough with it, he used teeth and tongue as if only his lips weren’t already enough. He didn’t stop at his neck either, Suguru caressed Satoru’s nipple with his right hand—massaging the area.
Satoru had no idea he would be so sensitive to this. “God… Suguru—” Satoru winced.
Before planting more kisses, Suguru had muttered “You’re so hot, Satoru.”, into his jaw. This man had to know what he was doing using that tone of voice.
Suguru then made his way down, kissing his chest and down to his abdomen. Satoru didn’t stop him, he just looked down as he did it. Suguru was too slow once again, like they weren’t on the clock here.
Suguru hesitated before he grabbed onto Suguru’s belt.
“Do i?” Suguru asked, looking up at him, on his knees.
Yes. A million times yes.
“Do whatever, Suguru.” Satoru replied like he didn’t care, it was very contradictory to his thoughts and past actions.
Suguru hummed in disappointment.
“Okay, I won’t if you don’t want me to.” Suguru got up and started kissing Satoru’s lips once again. This was what greed felt like. Satoru had dreamt of this moment—what it would feel like to kiss Suguru—but now that he had felt it, he wanted more. Satoru whimpered in frustration.
“That’s not what I meant— You know that!” Satoru whined.
“What did you mean, Satoru?”
Suguru’s face looked as smug as ever. “Oh you know what you’re doing!” Satoru yelled in his head.
“I want you…” Satoru whispered before he placed his hand on Suguru’s bare chest, thinking it would be enough for Suguru to go back down.
“You want me…to do what?”
Oh my fucking god.
Satoru thought wrong.
Satoru’s face was burning red with embarrassment and desperation. Whatever was happening right now, Satoru prayed that it wouldn’t just stay in the closet. He didn’t want it to be a silly moment they’d never bring up again. He wanted that so much, but was it worth saying? What if things changed for the worse once this round ended, what if—
“What do you want?” Satoru interrupted his thinking.
“You want to know what I really want?” Satoru questioned again.
If Satoru said what he really wanted, the sappiness would’ve ruined the moment. So instead, he said something that Suguru was probably expecting from him.
“I want—“ Geto’s gaze made this harder than it already was.
Satoru took one of Suguru’s hands and brought it down to his cock, slightly moving it—creating friction. Satoru saw that Suguru looked down as he was thrusting into his hand.
“What I really- want… I want your lips around my cock.” Satoru whimpered.
“Oh, Satoru…” Geto growled with a red beet face.
Suguru kissed his lips again, and Satoru kissed back. Geto went down on his knees all over again, but this time he undid Gojo’s belt. He then pulled down Satoru’s cargo’s and underwear, revealing Satoru’s hard cock. Satoru was completely naked and Suguru’s eyes looked completely mesmerized.
“Your skin, it’s such a pretty pink.” Suguru purred before rubbing his thumb in a circular motion on Satoru’s tip, the movement was too short and sweet for Satoru’s liking.
Suguru began kissing Satoru’s legs, even leaving some marks here and there. Satoru played with Suguru’s long black hair as he left his love bites in his inner thighs. As much as Satoru loved every second of this, Suguru was taking his sweet ass time. Satoru’s cock was aching to be inside Suguru’s mouth right now.
“Suguru- hah, c’mon now—the clock is ticking!” Satoru moaned.
Luckily for Satoru, Suguru listened to his friend’s demand. Suguru started off by planting a kiss on the tip, causing a soft “Oh yeah—“ to escape Satoru’s lips. Suguru trailed across his shaft with tongue before putting it in his mouth. The sensation of Suguru made Satoru grab onto his black hair as he gasped and shivered for air.
“Yeah- y-yeah, just like hah- just like that, Suguru.”
Satoru didn’t know the feeling could get any better until he was in Suguru’s mouth. The way Suguru pumped his dick with his right hand, whilst sucking the head—it felt like pure ecstasy. Satoru felt quick to finish right then and there, but he tried the best he could to savor this moment. It made Satoru wondered if Suguru had done this before. The head bobbing, the slurping, the humming—it was too lewd for him.
“Suguru- I’m gonna c-cum if you keep up with this!” Satoru cried.
Suguru suddenly took his lips off, creating one last popping sound. Satoru was not only confused but also a sweaty mess.
“Suguru?” Satoru shivered.
Suguru got up and kissed Satoru before leaning towards his ear.
“Let’s switch.” Suguru demanded quietly in his ear.
Gojo didn’t take any time before switching their positions. Now Suguru’s back was pressed against the door, and Satoru kneeled down before him. Satoru hastily undid Suguru’s belt, but only pulled down his bottoms. With his boxers still on, Satoru saw the outline of Geto’s dick.
‘God, he’s huge!’ Satoru thought to himself. He started to fondle Suguru’s shaft through the thin cloth, and when Saturu looked up he saw Suguru’s head fall back onto the door. Suguru groaned, which sounded like music to his ears. Satoru had no hands-on experience with this stuff whatsoever, and he had no idea if Suguru did, but he aimed to be the best he ever had. Satoru wanted to be someone Suguru craved whenever he felt horny, he didn’t want to do this strictly in this closet. Satoru finally pulled down Suguru’s boxers, unveiling his thick hard cock.
“Damn Suguru.” Gojo muttered.
Satoru grabbed Suguru’s dick and rubbed it up and down, still managing eye contact with him. Suguru moved one of hands to caress his friend’s face, and the other in his hair. Staoru chuckled as a response before he spat on his cock, biting his lip after.
“Satoru… You wanted this huh?” Suguru breathed.
Satoru took Suguru’s dick and slapped it on his tongue, unafraid to keep eye contact.
“Uh huh,” Gojo spat. Satoru did a few more strokes until finally putting him in his mouth. Satoru felt every twitch, quiver, and thrust from Suguru in his mouth.
“Oh, you feel soo goodd.” Suguru grunted, still caressing Satoru’s face.
The praise from Geto encouraged Gojo to keep bobbing his head in and out. With Suguru’s size, Satoru had trouble fitting the whole thing in his mouth without gagging. With the amount Satoru couldn’t fit in his mouth, he used his hands to stroke Suguru. Getting used to the feeling, Satoru was able to take all of him in.
“Mhm- take it in.” Suguru muttered
Eventually, Suguru took both of his hands and grabbed Satoru’s hair. Satoru gagged as Suguru began thrusting harder.
“Just like- fuck, just like that- You’re doing so good.”
“Let me cum on your face, yeah? Yeah- you want that?” Suguru asked.
Satoru complied and watched Suguru stroke his cock.
“You’re so pretty..” Suguru huffed.
Satoru felt hot underneath Suguru’s gaze as he waited.
He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, Suguru slapped himself on it. The sight of Geto made Gojo touch himself as well, they were both a panting mess.
“I wan- I want it, Suguru-” Gojo panted.
“Mouth- O-Open it—“ Geto yelped.
Suguru trembled as he orgasmed, and Satoru had already started to lick the liquid off his lips. If Satoru was being honest, it tasted gross and salty—but It wasn’t like he was expecting it to taste any good. They both savored the moment for a few seconds, basking in each other’s presence. Geto grabbed a random shirt from the closet and started to clean Gojo's face with it. The whole thing felt strangely intimate, maybe it was the comfortable silence they shared afterwards—Or possibly it was the fact that Suguru was analyzing his face right now. Satoru genuinely didn’t know, he didn’t trust his own perspective anymore. Being secretly inevitably in love with someone for years can make you a biased person.
“W-Wait what time is it?” Satoru gasped.
Satoru had completely lost himself in the moment that he forgot about the fact they were just playing a game.
That everything was just a prank.
Satoru rustled to get his phone to check the time. Ignoring his notifications, his bitter feeling turned to confusion as he looked at his phone.
“It’s 11:32.”
Aka way more than 12 minutes. Suguru and Satoru looked at each other shocked. They could hear people were still there through the walls, so it wasn’t like the party ended.
“Maybe they didn’t hear us?” Suguru scoffed.
Still on the floor, he looked up at Suguru.
“Maybe… They thought you were so much of a buzzkill, that- that they forgot about us!” Satoru sighed, attempting to sound angry.
At this point, Satoru was speaking out of his ass. Trying to come up with any sort of excuse that popped into his mind to do whatever that was again.
Gojo walked towards Geto, leaning in closer. Like muscle memory, Geto rubbed his hands on Satoru’s waist.
“This isn’t good.” He said before he kissed the sensitive spot on Satoru’s neck.
“I- hah, I could go again. I- haven’t came yet.” Satoru sucked in through his teeth while Suguru kissed his neck.
“—And you’re still hard.” Satoru growled in his ear.
“Killing two birds with one stone?” Geto whispered, looking deep into Gojo’s eyes.
Satoru responded by smashing his lips into Suguru’s. Even though they were just in each other’s mouths, Satoru still felt unbelievably horny. While still kissing, Suguru led Satoru’s back against one of the walls in the closet.
“—Suck for me.”
Suguru pushed two fingers into Satoru’s mouth, and Satoru let it happen. His tongue flickered around Suguru’s fingers till they became a slobbery mess. Then Suguru replaced his fingers with his lips, giving him a gentle kiss.
“Face the wall.” Suguru demanded, semi aggressively.
Hopelessly devoted, Satoru listened. Arching his back, he allowed one of Suguru’s fingers inside him. The second Suguru’s finger slipped inside, Satoru’s cock was filled with precum.
“Oh-Oh yeah—“ Satoru moaned.
Suguru moved his finger in and out as he kissed his neck. Pure heaven was where Satoru was. Satoru only got louder as Suguru slipped in another finger. Loud and teary eyed, Satoru was ravenous for more.
“It’s- so good! Need more—!” Satoru yelped as he moved towards the sensation of Suguru’s two fingers.
“I need you, Suguru!” Satoru pleads.
“You need me to- what?” Suguru asks.
This time, Satoru took no time to respond to his obviously obvious and stupid question.
“Need you inside— your cock inside me!”
“Why?”
There was no time to argue.
“B-Because I want it, feels so good, Suguruu!” Satoru whimpered.
“Please! I need it so bad—!”
All of a sudden, Suguru turned him around and lifted him up—carrying Satoru’s legs under his arms and his back pressed against the wall. Satoru wrapped his hands on Suguru’s back for support. With one hand, Suguru slowly inserted his length into Satoru. There was an automatic push coming through Satoru’s throat, creating the most lustful and perverted sound he had ever made that night—Or perhaps ever. Satoru could feel everything, every little movement. Satoru looked into Suguru’s eyes as he began to cry.
“Fuck!” Satoru yelled.
“Do you want- want me to- hah- start moving?”
With only a swallow, Satoru nodded his head with agreement.
Suguru and started moving ever so slowly. Every subtle moment was intense and addictive for Satoru, it was way better than he had imagined. Suguru’s speed slowly increased as their skin hit together, creating lewd noises to fill up the room.
“Fuck! Right there—!” Satoru squeezed his watery eyes shut and scratched his hands in Sugru’s back
“L-Look at me, Satoru.” Suguru growled.
Satoru slowly opened his eyes to see Satoru’s face flushed and his eyes filled with pleasure.
“W-Was I -fuck- Was I the right person?” Suguru grunted.
“W-What?”
“Earlier, when you s-said maybe— Was I..?” Suguru nuzzled into Satoru’s neck, breaking eye contact.
After Suguru asked that question, he started thrusting even faster—leaving Satoru no breath to even answer his question properly. It was almost like Suguru didn’t want to hear his answer, like he regretted asking in the first place.
“Doesn’t matter anymore. I’m fucking you now—! You g-got that, Satoru? You’re mine, okay? Only mine.”
“Yes! Y-Yes, I’m yours! It’s always -hah- It’s always been you! Just you and I—“
Satoru’s reciprocation rekindled their eye contact again. Suguru was pounding him rougher than he was before.
“No one else- Nobody else is good enough for you, okay? Oh Satoru.”
“Except for you, S-Surguruu! I’m y-yours! Fuckk you feel so good.”
“G-Gonna cum! Cum in me?” Satoru panted.
“Need to, Satoruu—!” Suguru yelped, sinking his fingers into Satoru’s thighs.
Satoru froze as he felt Suguru fill him up inside. Satoru ended up coming all over Suguru’s stomach and chest. This was the best Satoru ever felt in his life, and he hoped Suguru was feeling the same too. Even though they both finished, they were still panting and gasping for air. Despite how they were both sweaty and gross right now, Satoru still leaned in for a gentle kiss.
-
It was now around midnight and the pair finished up cleaning. Now they were sitting in a closet fully clothed, processing the potential consequences of their actions.
As far as the game went, Satoru had gotten a text from Shoko an ago saying that no one wanted to interrupt our moment—so nobody walked in to tell them that their time was up.
Oh and she also said that everyone could hear everything.
The game was honestly the least of Satoru’s priorities now, the first one was talking about what the hell just happened. As crazy and stupid as it sounded considering what they had just done together, Satoru didn’t know how to bring it up.
“Soo… That really proved them, huh?” Satoru chuckled.
“I think we might be the best pranksters or something.” Suguru laughed as he laid his arm on Satoru’s thigh.
“Hey Satoru, sorry. I got kind of rough at the end.” Suguru sighed, avoiding eye contact.
“No It’s okay, I really- liked it. You’re gonna make somebody really lucky in the future.”
Obviously Satoru wanted to be the “somebody in the future”, but saying this was much safer. It hurt Satoru so badly to say it, he couldn’t even look Suguru’s in his eyes after—But once he caught a glimpse of Suguru’s face, it hurt 1000x worse. Suguru took his hand off Satoru’s thigh and into his own lap.
“Oh- yeah, I thought..” Suguru frowned.
Satoru couldn’t even remember when the last time he’d seen him like this was. Satoru only said it to play safe, he was not about to let the miscommunication trope occur in his life right now.
“Suguru wait, I only said that because—“
Satoru buried his hands in his face.
“—because I didn’t know if you liked me, or if you just got caught up in the whole “prank” thing, that’s it”
Satoru hoped Suguru understood what he was implying here.
“And I hate to ruin the moment here, but that was so damn good!” Satoru laughed as he leaned back into the wall.
“Mhm, like when you were slapping my dick on your tongue. That was good—”
“—When you went all passionate at the end!”
“Or when you did that thing with your tongue when you were sucking me off.”
“Oh yeahh, we were the best.” Satoru sighed.
“We are the best.” Suguru corrected.
They both laughed as they reminisced about their first time as if it didn’t happen five minutes ago. This is what Satoru appreciated the most about them, their genuine connection. It might seem weird for other people, but for them it all feels so natural.
“So, do you like me?” Suguru asked.
“Duh. I’ve been since like, forever.” Satoru scoffed.
Suguru moved in closer and grazed Satoru’s cheek, pulling him in for a soft kiss.
“Me too, Satoru.” Suguru whispered.
The two ended the night off with cuddling in each other’s arms, talking about all the times they should’ve realized they liked each other. As a hopeless romantic, Satoru Gojo was satisfied.