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Chance and Parker’s shared apartment was warm with the heat of summer and heavy with the scent of citrus. There were candles on every countertop and surface in the place, plus dozens of out-of-season extras stashed away in the cabinets, and they were almost always lit.
Summertime lent itself to bright, fruity flavors, in Parker’s opinion, so he struck up matches to the orange and lemon candles in their bedroom.
…Where something else bright and fruity was going on.
They’d been making out for a while when Chance decided to pitch some so-called new rules.
“They’re pretty simple rules, but I think they’ll still be fun,” Chance folded his fingers like he was shuffling a deck. “It’s sort of like Simon Says. Idea is, you do what I say.”
“Pah!” Parker spat, waving his hand to dismiss him. “Simple! Too easy! Literal child’s play.”
Chance chuckled, letting his eyes narrow in the same way they did when he was about to pose a new challenge to his G&G players. “You get a point every time you follow a rule, and lose a point every time you break one.”
Parker felt the defiance wick away from him. “…Go on.”
“I thought you might like the points idea,” Chance quipped.
Parker blushed, but it didn’t deter his enthusiasm. “Points imply I can win. Can I win this game?”
Chance thought on it for a moment, tapping a finger to his chin. “Yes,” he eventually decided.
It was like fireworks had been set off in Parker’s chest. “Yes!” He shouted, inches away from Chance’s face. “Ohmygod YES! I’ve always wanted to win at sex! Tell me how! How many points do I need to win?”
“I’ll decide,” Chance said.
“Nope! No-siree, you’ve gotta say up-front, or that’s cheating,” Parker demanded. “How many?”
Chance considered again before saying, “Fifty.”
“Fifty!” Parker repeated, pleased. “Oooh, that’s a nice, clean number. I like it!”
“Well, good,” Chance laughed, adjusting his glasses. “I’d never fudge a number on you, my love, but I’m glad you approve.”
Parker sucked his bottom lip into his mouth for just a second to chew it. “Don’t distract me with pet names, I want to learn the rules.”
“Sorry, darling,” Chance said, his smile growing a little devious.
“I’m serious!” Parker jabbed a finger into Chance’s chest. “What do I win? What do I win?”
“If you win,” Chance started, putting emphasis on the if, “you get to finish. If you lose, you don’t.”
Parker’s mouth fell open, a little gasp catching in his throat. Simple. A little cruel. But ultimately, clear. Fair, even. “You’re on,” he said. “I’m gonna be so good for you, you’re not even ready for it.”
“Yeah?” Chance breathed, taking Parker by the curve of his jaw. “Okay, then. Let’s play.”
He pulled him into another round of slow, deep kisses, letting his fingers anchor into the soft tufts of Parker’s hair.
“Mmmnnwait,” Parker said, a little muffled against Chance’s lips. “What should I do with my hands? Can I touch you?”
Chance’s heart soared, and they’d only just begun. “Put your hands behind your back.”
Parker obliged, placing his hands behind him and locking them together to keep them there.
“Very good, Park,” Chance praised. “That’s a point.” He shifted a bit in bed, knee slotting gently between Parker’s thighs.
Parker’s hips canted forward, chasing the sweet pressure. “Ah — thank you,” he whispered.
If he wasn’t already, Chance felt himself getting drunk with power. “For the point, or for my knee, Park?”
“Both,” Parker replied on a soft moan, rutting up against his leg again.
Chance let out a low chuckle, the big-bad-just-rolled-high-on-initiative-chuckle. “I didn’t tell you to hump my leg. Point revoked.”
Parker shot still like he had been shocked. “B-but you, you put it there, that’s so unfair!”
Chance only shrugged. “It was still your choice to use it like a naughty little thing, wasn’t it, though?” Oh, how he loved playing lawful evil.
Parker’s face burned with embarrassment, fast frustration, and more arousal than he would have ever cared to admit. “So I just have to sit here like you’re not right up against my — against my, ahh —“
“Uh-huh,” Chance said, almost sing-song, as he took Parker by the hips and dragged him across his thigh. “You’ll be good and take what I give you if you want points.”
Parker could do that. Parker could absolutely do that. “Yes, okay,” he said, screwing his eyes shut in focus. “Thank you.”
Chance pressed a quick kiss to his partner’s exposed shoulder. “I really like that you’re thanking me, baby. Let’s call that another point.”
Parker’s eyes flew right back open as he identified a possible loophole. “Do I get a point every time I thank you?” He asked. Before he got an answer, though, he started a chant of, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou —“
“Alright, knock it off,” Chance said, holding his hand up. Parker zipped it. “I’ll be nice and say you have three points now, but that’s it. Let’s do something else, okay?”
Parker nodded his head, eager as could be.
“We’re going to play red light, green light,” Chance told him, loosening the drawstrings of his pants to shift them down. “The whole game is going to be worth ten points.”
“Ten whole points for one mini-game?” Parker’s eyes positively gleamed. “I’m going to win no problem!” He gloated, grinning ear to ear. “Instructions, please!”
Chance laughed again, because crit, he couldn’t possibly be more in love with him.
“When I say green light, I want you to suck me off,” he said, “and when I say red light, I want you to stop. Got it?”
“Got it!” Parker repeated. He held, waiting for Chance’s word like a like a runner waiting for the starting pistol.
“All righty,” Chance murmured, pulling his cock out of his briefs. “If I feel teeth, you’re losing points. Green light.”
That was all Parker needed to hear to be off to the races, dipping low and taking the head into his mouth. And, well, he would be the first to admit he wasn’t the best at giving head. He wasn’t horrible by any means, but what he lacked in technique he absolutely made up for in enthusiasm, circling his length with his tongue.
“Good,” Chance encouraged, admiring his intense, focused expression. You might’ve thought Parker was plotting his next chess move. “Very good, Park,”
Parker let out a little whine, vibrations pouring from behind his lips. He pressed his head down, taking Chance further into his mouth.
“Red light,” Chance said. “Just…hold there. Don’t move.”
Maybe the ten points weren’t going to be as easy as Parker thought they’d be.
“Look up at me, baby?” Chance’s fingers found their way into Parker’s hair again. “I wanna see your eyes.”
Vaguely humiliating, and worse, exceedingly tender. Parker met his gaze, affection hidden deep behind his unwavering competitive spirit.
“Very good,” Chance purred, voice reaching into the depths of his range. “Bonus point.”
Parker moaned around his cock.
“Green light.”
The pattern went on like that for a while. Parker dutifully sucked and lapped Chance further into his mouth, and Chance made him pause. Rinse, repeat, until Parker took him all the way into his mouth. For the very first time, it should be noted! This approach of taking it painstakingly slow with long pauses really helped him ease into it.
Chance held the sides of his face tenderly. “Your mouth feels amazing, angel,” he said, reverent. “Doing so, so good for me…”
Parker’s heart twisted and turned in his chest. He whined, nearly mewled, around him. It was all so good — a lot, but so good.
He wanted to feel the muscles jumping in Chance’s thighs, wanted to pull off him and add more to the collection of love bites on his hips, wanted, wanted, wanted — but this was so strictly about what Chance wanted, and he was determined to follow the rules. He even still had his hands clasped behind his back.
“I’m getting close, Park,” Chance warned, hips shifting slightly. He had to make a ruling, and quick. “Ten points for red light, green light. Five more if you swallow for me.”
Admittedly, not Parker’s absolute preference, but he wouldn’t argue with five points.
“There you go, baby, just a little more,” he groaned, taking thrusts as gentle and shallow as he could make them into Parker’s throat. “Good, good boy, Park, make me — oh, ohh, crit, good boy,”
Parker happily accepted the warm spill down his throat, taking the salty flavor and thinking of it as a victory assured with a smile.
Chance slipped out of his mouth, catching his breath. “Oh, god, that was so nice,” he sighed, pulling Parker up to him to kiss his face.
“Mm, thank you,” Parker said on a giggle. “I like making you feel good.”
“Uh-huh,” Chance agreed. “And you do such a good job.”
Ever focused on the game at hand, though, Parker asked, “Score?”
Chance had to recount. “Let’s see…three, plus ten, plus five. That’s eighteen.” He pressed another smooch to Parker’s cheek. “You’re doing so well.”
“As I predicted, your game is easy,” Parker said, with no small amount of smugness. “I’m almost halfway to the win condition.”
Chance raised an eyebrow. As sweet as he was, he wasn’t all sugar. “Minus one point for sass.”
That got Parker to switch up his tune. “No, wait,” he said, voice falling. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“You’re okay, Park,” Chance reassured him. “New game.”
It was as if Parker was a dog who just overheard the T-R-E-A-T word, or the W-A-L-K word.
“I want you to get naked for me, okay? And lay down on the bed.”
Parker slipped out of his clothes, flinging them away from himself without a care in the world. He could feel self-conscious sometimes without a shirt on, but with the direct instructions, with the rules, it felt safe. Though he always felt safe with Chance.
“On my back, or my front?”
Chance smiled. “On your back. You can have that point for asking, very good boy.”
Parker felt another rush of blood going down. “Thank you.”
“Now,” Chance said, seating himself over Parker’s legs and keeping him in place. “I’m going to touch you. If you can stay nice and quiet for me, I’ll give you…twenty points.”
What a challenge. Parker was perhaps the most keyed-up, most reactive, most whiny thing on this planet earth. But twenty whole points, though…
“I can do it,” Parker said, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself. “I can do it.”
“I know you can,” Chance told him. “You ready?”
Parker replied with a silent nod. Chance leaned in, pressed his lips up to Parker’s collar, and it was immediately unfair. Unworldly unfair, as he left kisses and little nibbles against his neck, then to his shoulders, down to his little pecs — god, he was unfair, this was so unfair.
Parker’s jaw hurt with the effort it to keep it closed. If he so much as opened his mouth he knew he’d be letting out little gasps and whimpers.
“Breathe, Park,” Chance reminded him, mouth and tongue ghosting over one of his nipples like that wasn’t completely unfair either. It was like the only word that wasn’t Chance’s name that could possibly be going through Parker’s head.
So, so, so, so unfair…
Thankfully, no restrictions had been put on his movement, so Parker was free to wriggle and buck his hips as he pleased, making fists in the sheets.
By the time Chance made it to Parker’s navel, his resolve was slipping. It slipped further the second he licked a stripe from the slight curve of his stomach down to the start of his thigh. Each kiss and bite to his thigh was damning him, but still, Parker remained quiet.
The final test came when Chance made it to his groin. He could feel gentle breath against his erection, the faintest of faint touches, the ghost of contact, but it made him want to cry out.
Chance swiped his tongue along him just light enough to catch the little bead of precum, and Parker’s breath completely strained in his throat.
“There you go,” Chance said again, a little awed. “That’s twenty points, Parker.”
“Thank you,” Parker said, sounding fucked-out already. “Thirty-eight?”
“That’s right, baby,” Chance cooed. “And another one for counting yourself. I don’t think I could, in your shoes.”
Parker giggled, happy and a little bit frantic. “Thank you. Oh, just eleven more…”
Right. Chance had to come up with another game. Thankfully, his frequent DMing had him used to being on his toes. “Last game. I’m going to use my hand now. Every time I edge you is a point.”
Parker’s head spun. It was more than twice as much as he’d ever lived through before, a little intimidating to be sure. But he was playing to win. “You’re on,” he said, though he definitely sounded a little dazed.
“You have to tell me when you get close, okay?” Chance said, fitting his hand over Parker’s cock.
“Mm-mmhmm,” Parker murmured, bracing himself for what was to come.
Chance’s strokes were even and firm, slower than Parker would give himself but so much steadier, so much more certain. There was a level of follow-through — odd as it sounded — to each pump from his fist.
“A-ah, fuck, I’m, I’m almost there, stop,” Parker said.
“Good boy. Point.”
Parker shuddered. “Fuck, thank you…”
And it wasn’t long before Chance was stroking him back to the edge again, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure —
“Close!” Parker squealed. “Close, close, close!”
“Good boy. Point.”
He racked them up, one excruciating edge after another, just a couple more, just a couple more, just a couple more —
“Chance, close, so close,” he whined.
“Good boy. Point.”
“H-hang on, stop, close,” he whimpered.
“Good boy. Point.”
“Stoooop,” he shuddered.
“Good boy. Point. Just one more for me, baby, you can do it…”
Parker’s nerves were all on fire, every single square inch of skin a live wire. If he had even one less ounce of determination to beat Chance’s game, he would’ve fallen apart ages ago, but he stayed so, so, so good and focused for Chance, resisting the urge to —
“Cum for me, Parker, c’mon, baby, you did so good.”
And there was no greater sense of relief, sense of pleasure, sense of satisfaction, that ever could’ve wrenched itself out of Parker’s gut. He came hard, so hard, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, legs thrashing, sobbing and keening under Chance’s hand, the whole nine yards.
He did it. He earned it. He won.
—
He came back to his senses with clean underwear on, wiped clean of the mess he’d made all over himself.
“Mmm…Chance?” He mumbled, fumbling around and feeling for him.
Thank goodness, he wasn’t too far away. “Right here, Park,” Chance assured him. “Feeling good?”
“So good,” Parker said. “The best. I won.”
“You did!” Chance scooped Parker into his arms, holding him in a tight, cozy embrace. “So proud of you.”
“Yaaaay,” Parker laughed again, that wild ping pong ball giggle. “So fun. But…I wanna make you follow the rules next time.”
A cold sweat prickled the back of Chance’s neck. Parker could be mean when he was in charge. So, so mean. He loved it. He feared it.
“Sounds like a plan,” Chance said.
Parker wanted to cook up some kind of saucy or witty line to throw back at Chance, but the exertion and the gentle summer heat and the calm smell of the extinguished citrus candles were all working wonders on him.
“Love you, Chance,” was all he could really say.
Chance smiled. “I love you too.”