“Oi, Moon! Brought your boyfriend back to get his ass beat too?” Will slurred jovially, crooked smirk plastered across his face as he slung an arm loosely around Grayson who grinned evilly.
“Or is that your job?” The dark skinned boy questioned, chuckling slightly as he spoke, before collapsing into a fit of snorts and wheezes, stumbling as he leaned into Will who was doing no better at containing his own laughter.
“Oh, you are on!” Nate declared, moving away from Moon and stomping defiantly to the beer pong table, determination written all over his face as he scowled irritably at his drunken friends. Moon reluctantly followed, groaning slightly to himself as he went. Normally, he would’ve been excited to have a teammate but there was one, itsy-bitsy, teeny-tiny problem… Nate absolutely sucked at beer pong.
Moon watched in utter dismay as Nate grabbed a ball and attempted to line up a shot, bending over slightly and slowly swaying his hips from side to side, trying to find the perfect angle as he squinted his eyes scrutinizingly at the plastic cups lined up before him - It was entirely incorrect and not at all sexy.
Moon was positively appalled as his friend flicked his wrist and sent the small, plastic sphere flying into the air where it flew depressingly far away from its goal, failing to even land on the table as it plummeted uselessly to the floor below.
“Wow! That was really close, Nate!” Grayson jeered with a shit-eating grin, pretending not to see Nate flip him the middle finger as Moon stepped up to take his turn, hoping against hope that his skills alone could pull them to victory. The runner grabbed his ball and moved to line up his shot, closing one eye and positioning himself just so before tossing the thing gently, moving the motion through his whole body to make it smooth and precise. The plastic toy bounced once before dropping satisfyingly into the bright red cup he’d been aiming for, despite the swipe Grayson took at it as Will spat heated curses in the background.
“Bloody hell!” The blond muttered under his breath before snatching the claimed cup and bringing it to his lips, screwing his eyes shut and chugging the thing in one go before tossing it aside with a heavy huff of defeat. After a moment of consideration, Moon pointed out a cup in the back row to be the second victim from his bounce shot and Grayson plucked it out of place with much less fuss then his boyfriend, drinking the contents slowly and actually taking a moment to breathe now and then.
Then the dark-skinned boy shot, carefully aiming for one of the closer cups and managing to sink the left one of the second row, causing Will to whoop in pure elation as he thumped Grayson roughly on the back, going on about his superior teammate. Nate huffed and moved forward to take the punishment, scowling unhappily at the loss, but Moon sprung up and grabbed him by the wrist as soon as his pale fingers wrapped around the plastic.
“I’ll take first cup.” Moon offered quickly, earning a confused look from the other boy as he released his grip on the drink, cocking his head like a bewildered puppy but earning not but a shrug in reply. The truth was, Moon had known Nate for as long as he could remember and it hadn’t taken him long to figure out the kid was a fucking lightweight - The teen couldn’t hold liquor to save his life. Even though Moon had been playing earlier, he still had much farther to go before his skills would even begin to be affected and if they had any chance of winning this, he had to keep Nate sober as long as possible.
“Step back, the queen is present.” Will announced, lining up to take his turn as Moon swallowed back the lukewarm beer, the taste of it bland after already having drank a few and the feel of it sticky in his throat. The Brit radiated confidence as he leaned against the table and tried to bounce his ball into the peak of Nate and Moon’s pyramid but he slipped at the last second and the plastic sphere bounced away across the wooden floor before quickly becoming lost forever under the chaotic jungle of feet.
“The queen, you said?” Moon snorted, earning him a pointed glare from the disgruntled blond as Nate snickered and bawled his hand into a fist, holding it up for Moon to lightly bump his knuckles against before he continued on to the table. Moon didn’t even bother watching this time, not a doubt in his mind that he already knew the outcome of the shot.
The sound of plastic hitting wooden flooring and rolling away soon met his ears, followed by the familiar string of curses signature to Nate alone, confirming his suspicions as he sighed resolutely before pulling himself over to the table. He thumped a now rather flustered Nate on the back reassuringly, mumbling a quiet “I got it,” in assurance before plucking another ball from the pile and moving to prepare the shot. His dark eyes fixed intently on a cup in the center of the third row and he moved his wrist forward experimentally a few times, getting a feel for the movement before finally pulling back to actually release the ball.
“Hey, what’s Nate’s ass feel like?” Will suddenly popped up directly beside the Asian, appearing out of thin air and poking his head into his line of sight, scruffy blond hair flinging wildly about as he whispered the question. Moon jerked back, his grip on the small ball all but forgotten as he recoiled from his friend, the item falling pathetically to the ground as he spluttered helplessly for a response.
“Damn! I was just kidding! A response like that? Could it be that you actually know?” Will teased, giggling uncontrollably as he scrambled back into Grayson to avoid the swing Moon took at him, .
“That’s cheating!” Nate yelped angrily, looking absolutely horrified, his mole speckled cheeks aflame and his honey eyes blown so wide Moon was legitimately concerned they might actually pop out of his head.
“Baseketball rules!” Grayson countered with a smirk, shoving Will behind him as protection from a fuming Moon still intent on choking the blond.
It went on like this for some time. Will made a few shots after he’d given up his royal title and actually spent some time lining up his throws. Grayson made the majority of the shots he took, though he only ever attempted sinking keeping them tied as Moon made virtually every shot he took, save the ones Will was able to fluster him into missing. The Asian practically always bounced his balls in, quickly progressing them toward the end of the game and it looked like victory could be a possibility, even with his inept teammate, but it was going to be close. Especially considering the fact that Nate had failed to get a single ball in a cup the whole game and was only becoming increasingly tipsy as time passed.
“I want to puke, Moon.” Nate informed his friend sullenly as the older boy guided him to the table, arm wrapped around his lower back and the other gripping his shoulder to provide some sort of stability as he placed a ball into his hand, folding the brunette’s fingers around the item and squeezing his hand until he was sure he would hold onto it.
“I know, Nate, I know. But if you can get this one ball to go into that cup over there,” Moon began, pausing to point out the item in question - It was the only cup on the board but he still wasn’t sure Nate was going to see it without help considering his current state. “Then we win.”
“I wanna win.” Nate informed him, looking determinedly at the cup, squinting his eyes slightly as if he was having trouble figuring out its exact location.
“I know, Nate.” The Korean boy soothed, trying to keep his jitters to a minimum. Victory was so close, he could almost taste it (it tasted like cheap booze that sat out a little too long) but with this final shot relying on Nate, things were far from promising. The dark haired teen moved back, trying to let the other male compose his final shot, their last chance hanging on by a paper thin thread but suddenly he was caught by the wrist
“Help me.” Nate pleaded desperately, looking expectantly at the Asian but receiving only a confused look in reply, his finger still wrapped around the other boy's wrist to prevent any attempted retreat. “Show me how.” The brunette tried again after a moment of consideration, looking unsure how to phrase a simple sentence at this moment, let alone convey his request in a way Moon would understand. Luckily, over the years the Korean had become quite skilled in the art of understanding drunk Nate, slurred speech and all, so he didn’t have trouble figuring out what the teen wanted.
“It's all in the line up.” Moon explained in a hushed whisper, leaning in so his lips almost brushed the boy’s ear, unwilling to reveal his masterful technique to his enemies. He leaned forward and bent over slightly so his back sloped at a smooth angle, gesturing for Nate to do the same as he demonstrated. “Make sure the cup’s not only in the center of your vision, but in the middle of your actual shot. Your body should make a line toward your goal.” The teen explained enthusiastically, his voice full of conviction as he tried to put his art into words, but when he glanced over at his student he saw that his lesson had been horribly butchered. Nate was bent over at what resembled a crooked ninety degree angle and his shoulders arched in contrast to the line of motion he was attempting to create. The position looked as painful as it did ridiculous.
“You look as stiff and crooked as on old man’s boner.” Moon informed the affronted teen with an amused snort, chuckling as his friend choked on his spit before feigning indignation with a snotty “hmph,” turning his nose up at the rude comment before finally breaking and snickering slightly at the image. He attempted the position again, this time getting the slope part correct, but taking it farther than need be until his head was practically under the ping pong table.
“Oh my god. You are dysfunctional.” Moon huffed as Nate attempted to return to a standing position, succeeding only in smacking his head painfully off the bottom of the playing board. The hazel liquid in the remaining cup sloshed dangerously as the brunette released a string of obscenities and brought his hands up to his head, recoiling sharply as he stumbled away from the table and finally managed to stand up straight once more.
“Fuck!” The teen growled, biting his bottom lip and wincing slightly as Moon moved in the check for blood, flinching as the Asian ghosted his hand over his hair.
“You good, bro?” Moon inquired, concern evident in his voice despite his greatest attempts to appear unaffected. He was relieved to find his hand free of any crimson stains when he pulled it back and inspected it but he hadn't missed the way the boy shrunk back when he’d touched the wound and he wasn't about to take the chance of Nate being seriously hurt.
“I'm fine.” Nate muttered rubbing his head experimentally before accepting his own assurance and moving to try the position again.
“Let me help before you kill yourself, moron.” Moon commanded, unwilling to risk an intoxicated Nate doing something dumb again and actually hurting himself as he moved forward to halt the kid's most recent attempt by putting an arm out over his chest.
Nate didn't protest, blinking in confusion but looking somewhat relieved at the same time as Moon rotated so he stood behind the boy, facing them both toward the table. The Asian boy pressed against his friend, wrapping one arm around his hips to help position him as he used his weight to push them down into a subtle, smooth slope. The dark haired male leaned forward into the teen, pushing their bodies forward slightly and creating a curve toward the cup as he reached his other arm up to wrap around the one Nate still held the ball in. Gripping the smaller boy’s wrist, Moon swayed back, pulling his friend with him, before rocking forward, pushing into the boy and moving him forward as he did the same with the arm he held captive in his grip.
“Everything has to flow toward the goal.” Moon explained, breathing the words directly into Nate’s ear as though he were telling him the world's best kept secret while he repeated the swaying motion a few more times.
Determination hardened Nate’s gaze as his eyes fixed on the red solo cup and he pushed back into Moon as he built up his throw, back pressing into the taller boy's chest as he curved to fit into his body. The Korean pushed them forward, every fiber of his being willing the shot to flow as Nate finally released the small, plastic sphere from his grip, sending it flying in a smooth curve toward the cup, following the line of motion they’d created.
The white ball hung in the air, time seeming to slow down as the two teens watched with bated breath, every muscle going rigid as hope lit inside them. Nate grabbed for Moon out of pure excitement, the older male immediately clutching his hand without thinking, too caught up in the thrill of the game to care.
The ball hung still in the air, as if suspended there by an invisible spiderweb’s threads, for a long moment before finally beginning it's descent, plummeting toward the cup with lightning speed. It neared its final destination, clipping the inner edge of the plastic rim and bouncing skyward once more.
Moon gripped Nate’s hand until his knuckles were white, his dark eyes wide and terrified as they fixed on the airborne item. The brunette sucked in an anxious breath, turning his head into his companions chest momentarily before immediately peaking back out, unable to break his gaze from the ball as he grasped feverishly at the cloth of his friend’s shirt. Finally, the white plastic sphere dropped from its invisible strings and fell directly into the center of the final cup with a satisfying splash.
Nate squealed, the high pitched sound as amazed as it was joyous, as he threw his arms up in victory and practically giggled in excitement. The boy stood still for only a moment, just long enough to hold up an open palmed hand for his friend to smack, grinning like he’d won the lottery as Moon swung his hand into his with a victorious whoop of his own. Elation surged through the Korean’s veins and laughter bubbled up from his chest as he slung an arm around the smaller boy, the force of the action sending the intoxicated teen stumbling into him as he quickly joined in his laughter, leaning against the older boy for support.
“And I thought we were gay.” Grayson whispered, from the side lines, drawing Moon's attention to where their defeated opponents stood looking on in stunned silence. He felt his lips tug his grin into a gloating smirk as he turned to face them, ready to rub every ounce of their unexpected victory in their faces but quickly pulled up short. Will was smirking just as hard as he was, if not more so, and his boyfriend was merely shaking his head slightly and chuckling in disbelief.
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