“Aw, where’s your other half?” A annoyingly familiar voice, thick with a British accent cooed from nearby, drawing Moon’s attention to a slightly less crowded corner of the room where ping pong tables had been set up and Will leaned against one, smirking cockily. For once, Moon was actually relieved to see the blond, pushing past the crowd and finally coming to stand in an area where he wasn’t constantly breathing directly into someone's armpit, literally sagging with relief as he was able to spread his arms out once more.
“Probably trampled.” Moon finally replied once he’d gotten close enough to the brit to actually be heard, gesturing back exasperatedly at the crowd he’d barely managed to break free of.
“Aw. That’s too bad, he was a good chap. Annoying little shithead, God rest his soul.” Will tsked, feigning a look of pity before pausing to fake wipe a tear from his eye. “Well, you can play beer pong with Grayson and I to help drown your sorrow.” He immediately dropped the sad act and pointed to where the dark skinned boy was standing before one of the ping pong tables, lining up a shot.
Grayson closed one eye, focusing on the red cups sorted into a perfect triangle along the playing board before strategically bouncing the little plastic ball he had clutched in one fist. The shot bounced once as it should then soared toward the nearest cup, looking like a winner; but instead barely nicked the edge of the red plastic then bounced away from its target.
“Fuck!” Grayson huffed as Moon booed him jovially, sauntering up to grab one of the tiny balls and show these losers how it was really done. Little did they know they were challenging the unquestioned, undefeated King of Beer Pong.
Minutes passed, then hours as the night dragged on. A small crowd slowly gathered around to watch the challengers fail time and time again against Moon but never too many at a time as kids caught interest, came, got bored, and went. The game was mostly ignored by the teenagers who were far more concerned with mingling than with some Asian kid kicking ass at a party game.
“Moon!” Nate’s voice suddenly sounded in the boy’s ear, breaking his focus and causing him to botch the shot that would've won the latest game. He cursed as the ball bounced sporadically around the bored before pathetically rolling off, causing a tipsy Grayson to snort like a pig as Will collapsed into him in a fit of giggles.
“I’m gonna strangle you, Nate.” Moon huffed in annoyance, crossing his arms irritably as he turned around to face the boy that’d cost him the win.
“Yeah. Yeah, you are. Or at least you’re gonna want to after I ask you this.” Nate admitted, running a hand exasperatedly through his tangled hair and averting his eyes every time his friend tried to meet his gaze.
“Why? What’s the matter?” Moon questioned urgently, dropping his irritation immediately as concern came to take its place. He placed a hand on the younger boy’s arm, leaning in as he tried to get the kid to meet his eyes.
Nate squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, obviously struggling, before finally sucking in a deep breath and reopening his hazel orbs, meeting Moon’s gaze with an imploring stare. “I need you to smack my ass.”
“What?” Moon spluttered incredulously, convincing himself he had misheard the boy or something like that. Sure, Nate looked slightly tipsy, but not drunk enough to go asking for something like that and especially not from Moon, a guy.
“Look… I know.” Nate began, groaning once more and pressing his hands against his eyes as he forced himself to continue. “Melonie's here and I swear she’s been eye raping me for the past three hours. Three hours, Moon. I can’t stand it. Please.” The kid cried, removing his hands from his face to pull at Moon’s shirt instead, desperation evident in his honey eyes as they stared pleadingly at the older boy.
“And me smacking your ass is gonna help how?” Moon questioned, he knew, god he knew, he should just say no and be done with it but Nate looked so desperate, hands pulling at his sleeve, honey eyes wide and begging. How could he?
“Do it when she’s watching! If she thinks I’m taken, maybe she’ll back off!” Nate explained hopefully, leaning forward as he spoke and bouncing on the balls of his feet, apparently excited that Moon hadn’t bucked his ingenious plan.
“Why can’t you ask someone else?” Is what Moon opened his mouth to say but a sudden burst of anger lit inside him, burning like fire through his veins, and what came out instead was, “Okay.” He wasn’t sure why the thought of someone else smacking his best friend’s ass pissed him off so much but he felt his fist clench at the mere thought of it, so he knew he didn't really have much of a choice.
“Thanks, Moon. You’re the best friend a guy could ask for! No homo!” Nate practically purred, rocking back and forth on his heels momentarily before he began pulling the Asian away by the shirt collar, ignoring the slurred protests from Will and Grayson about quitting mid-game.
“No homo.” Moon replied blankly, the words threatening to stick like peanut butter in the back of his throat as he swallowed heavily and let himself be tugged along, forcing himself to take comfort in the words.
“Okay, I’m gonna go talk to her for a few minutes so we know she’s watching, then you’re gonna swoop in and save me.” Nate explained in a hushed whisper, pulling Moon down by the grip he still held on his shirt until he could whisper into the boy’s ear.
Before the Korean had time to respond or even fully analyze the plan, Nate spurred into action, leaving Moon to stand bewildered in the crowd as his friend strolled off with feigned casualty. The Asian’s eyes trailed the runner as he moved toward where Melonie could be seen, leaning against a far wall and sipping a drink, her eyes locked on Nate over the cusp of the red solo cup.
His gaze momentarily flicked below his friends belt, surveying the way his jeans curved and the way his hips swayed when he walked, before he forced his eyes higher once more. Moon moved stealthily through the crowd, not getting too close to his goal yet but nearing the two to better survey the scene and plan his attack. He slipped in behind a group of boys too immersed in some innate conversation about football to notice his presence and did his best to hear the pair’s conversation over the constant clamor of music and whooping teens.
“You here all by yourself, pretty boy?” The words dripped from Melonie’s lips, barely audible from Moon’s concealed position. The Korean practically growled at the nickname, his hands clenching into tight fists before he forced himself to relax and remain still. He was unable to catch Nate's response, the football boys breaking into a short, but obnoxiously loud burst of laughter and drowning the teen’s quiet voice out.
“Weird to see you without your guard dog.” Melonie mused then chuckled softly at her own joke.
“Whaddya mean?” Moon was able to hear Nate’s voice this time, sensing the same confusion in it that he himself felt at the girl’s odd statement.
“You’ve always got that, what’s his name? Mong? Ming? Whatever, one of those Chink na-.”
“Moon?” Nate cut the girl off, the unexpected anger in voice taking the hiding boy by surprise, considering his friend was usually pretty mild.
“Yeah. Him. You’ve always got that guy over your shoulder looking like he’ll mug anybody that dares try and talk to you.” Melonie huffed, sounding like this fact had been bothering her for some time. “But he’s not here now, so I guess I can finally talk to you.” Melonie tried to joke, pushing herself off the wall as if to move forward but even from his hiding place Moon was able to see Nate take a step back, looking offended.
“He’s my best friend.” Nate growled unhappily but only received a look of confusion from Melonie as if she wasn’t getting his point. “I like having him around!” Nate finally spat, seemingly displeased that the girl wasn’t getting that; but she merley sighed and moved forward again.
“Let me show you how much fun it can be without your bodyguard getting in the way.” Melonie breathed out in a sultry whisper, reaching out and grabbing Nate by the shoulders of his flannel but Moon was already standing, using his building anger to push away any awkwardity as he moved forward to do what he needed to.
“A good guard dog never lets their favorite chew toy too far out of their sight.” He interjected, using Melonie’s earlier reference, the words rolling off his lips far easier than they probably should as he strolled toward where the pair had froze the moment he spoke.
Nate failed miserably to hide his relieved smile and Melonie stared at him in an odd mix of confusion and anger as he moved with purposeful slowness toward them. “And he never lets anyone else play with it.” The teen spoke only to Melonie this time, his voice becoming cold as it dropped to a low, dangerous growl and his dark eyes flashed at he stared squarely into the girl’s own orbs until she released the grip she had on his friend’s shirt and Nate scrambled back to safer ground.
“C’mon babe,” Moon sniffed indignantly as Nate scootched back towards him, visibly relaxing the closer he got to the safety of Moon’s side. Determined to make the act convincing, the Korean slunk an arm around the smaller boy, resting his hand on his lower back and tugging him closer until he was flesh up against him, the warmth and weight of Nate’s body pressed against his own feeling oddly...Right. It was as though they were built to fit together, the smaller boy tucking perfectly under Moon’s shoulder as his arm circled around his waist, resting on his hips as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
The runner pushed the thought away and turned them around, pausing momentarily to sneer victoriously back at Melonie as Nate leaned into him, straightening up slightly to bring his lips closer to his companions ear, his hot breath gently ghosted across the hair on the back of Moon’s neck as he did so. “No homo.” Nate whispered softly enough so only Moon could hear the breathy words, silently giving him permission to proceed with the grand finale.
“No homo.” Moon agreed, his voice nothing more than a barely audible whisper as he reluctantly pulled back the hand he’d kept on the small of the teen’s back, only letting himself pause to think about how wrong this was for a brief moment before forcibly reminding himself that this was all in the sake of friendship. The Asian sucked in a deep breath, closing his eyes as he finally brought the hand forward in a huge sweeping motion, satisfaction coursing through him as he heard Melonie suck in an appalled gasp from somewhere behind him before it even hit. Then, before he had a chance to reconsider, he felt his hand collide with the soft expanse of Nate’s squishy, marvelous ass.
The younger teen let out a startled squeak as the Korean boy’s hand smacked loudly against his butt, blushing furiously despite having expected it and biting his lips to muffle another, lower, sound Moon refused to let himself think about. He also did not let himself think about the softness of the boy’s butt, or how it jiggled slightly through course jeans. Boobs. He liked boobs. He did not like his best friend's ass, no matter how round and bubbly it may be or how good it felt against his hand as he kept it resting there until they got out of Melonie’s sight. He liked boobs. He did not want to squeeze the boy’s thick cheeks to see what sounds he could force from those pink lips. He liked boobs.
Moon didn’t untangle himself from Nate until they’d reached the other side of the room, using his arm still securely wrapped around the boy to keep from getting separated from him in the crowd again. It wasn’t until they finally broke free from the throng once more and Will started cooing and jeering at them like the drunken idiot he was that the teen finally retracted his arm, breaking away from the smaller boy and trying to act like nothing had happened while all the while the last few minutes played over in his mind like a broken record.
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