Jongin isn't entirely sure how he ended up here. One minute he's out dancing with Sehun on the floor and the next there's talk about body shots and now Jongin is spread halfway across the table of their little booth, something wet and sticky against his shoulder, Jongdae's half-spilled drink, maybe, and Baekhyun's obnoxious giggling in his ear. Baekhyun is probably the most drunk of them all and he's leering, a little, as he sprinkles salt up the column of Jongin's throat.
The pounding of some remixed pop song is loud in Jongin's ears and it feels hot, too hot, in the nightclub, especially with all of his friends staring down at him because somehow, Jongin has ended up on the receiving end of a body shot. He blinks a few times, tries to clear his mind, and he's not really that drunk at all, lucid enough that he could stop this, if he really wanted. Jongin isn't sure that he wants to, not when his eyes find Chanyeol's, clear as day and more intense than anything, looking back at Jongin like he's the only person in the club.
"C'mon already," Zitao hollars somewhere to Jongin's left and then someone else, Lu Han, maybe, Jongin can't quite tell from here, is shoving a shot glass into Chanyeol's hand.
It's Chanyeol who reaches out to press the lime between Jongin's lips and Jongin shudders from the touch of his fingers, like it's suddenly dropped a few degrees in the room, and he's sure his heart is starting to beat louder than the music. Jongin's done body shots before, once with Soojung in high school which hadn't ended well, and more times than he'd like to admit with Sehun, because it'd been fun when they were younger and some of the girls they'd met found it entertaining.
With Chanyeol, though, it's different, and Jongin isn't entirely sure why. He never felt this anxious when it was Sehun, or this hot, like he's burning up from the inside when Chanyeol finally leans down to lick up the salt on his neck. His tongue is warm, too warm, and wonderfully slick and it feels good, the way he sucks lightly at Jongin's skin and licks up the little grains of salt, going so slowly it's like he's aiming to get them one-by-one. But he pulls back so suddenly it leaves Jongin a little winded, and he watches as Chanyeol downs the shot of tequila, and dives almost immediately back into suck the lime from between Jongin's teeth.
He can just barely feel Chanyeol's lips against his around the lime and maybe Jongin is more drunk than he thought because he's thinking about kissing Chanyeol for real, spitting the lime out and pulling him in to taste him properly. He doesn't get the chance to do it, though, because a few seconds later Chanyeol draws away, licking his lips as he stares at Jongin unwaveringly. Jongin pushes the lime out of his mouth with his tongue and gasps, his head heavy and arousal starting to pool in his groin.
That can't be good, and he should stop all of this right now, but Baekhyun says, "Remember the dare was for at least five shots!!"
Jongin doesn't remember this dare, but Chanyeol clearly looks like he doesn't want to lose. No one ever wants to lose against Baekhyun, who comes up with the most humiliating things to do if someone doesn't keep up their end of the bargain. Jongin recalls the time Sehun had to wear women's underwear for a week which was traumatizing for Jongin especially since they're roommates and he never wanted to see his friend in a lacy bra, ever, and there was the one when Baekhyun had suggested Jongin was definitely flexible enough to suck his own dick and made him record himself trying to do it. Jongin likes to live life pretending that never happened and vows to one day delete the copy he'd unfortunately given to Baekhyun and hope he didn't make a hundred extras.
He's startled out of his humiliating thoughts at the sound of Chanyeol's low voice in his ear, just the sound of his name. He jerks back and blinks up at him and Chanyeol looks momentarily concerned before he huffs out an amused laugh.
"Do you still want to..." he says, gesturing at Jongin's neck and Jongin feels himself flush all over as he nods and hopes he doesn't looks eager as he actually is. It's not so bad, this whole body shot thing, and Chanyeol makes it...makes it feel a lot better than it ever has before. So he doesn't mind, and he'd like to help Chanyeol win at Baekhyun's own games, anyway.
"Go ahead," he says finally, giving Chanyeol and everyone still watching verbal confirmation. He settles back against the table more comfortably, this time swinging his legs across the surface so he's lying back properly and Chanyeol's eyes grow a little wide as he stares down at him.
"Do it like this!" Sehun shouts, and he's suddenly pushing the black tank top that Jongin's wearing up his stomach to bunch just underneath his armpits. Jongin shivers from the chill the greets his exposed skin, and laughs at the catcalls the sound around him, and he can't recognize all the voices, figures other people in the club have noticed what's going on and come to take a look. Jongin isn't entirely drunk enough that it doesn't make him flush a little bit, but he knows he's got a great body, so it doesn't bother him too much. Besides, all he cares about is the heated look in Chanyeol's eyes and the way he's slowly working them up his stomach and chest.
Sehun spills salt in a messy trail above Jongin's navel and it tickles a little, causing him to laugh again, hiding behind his hand until Sehun shoves it away to push another slice of lime into his mouth again. Jongin wants to say something about him being extremely helpful but he can't do much of anything with the lime in his mouth, instead just watches as Kyungsoo pours Chanyeol another shot and hands it to him.
It's the same process but this time it's probably worse. Chanyeol's mouth on his stomach feels hotter, better, and more sensitive, and Jongin groans low in his throat, muffled around the lime, when Chanyeol gently bites into the flesh before smoothing over the mark with the flat of his tongue. He can feel Chanyeol's lips curl in a smirk against his skin, his body trembling as Chanyeol licks around his navel long after the salt is gone, and Jongin has to yank him up with fingers fisted in his hair to get him to continue.
The shot goes down quickly, Chanyeol wincing slightly at the taste, but then Jongin is pulling him in with the hand still in his hair and Chanyeol goes easily for the lime. Only this time Jongin is bold enough to go for that kiss, spitting the lime out after a moment and keeping Chanyeol in place with his grip, their gazes locked together as Jongin closes the space between them. The hollers get louder and he's pretty sure he hears Lu Han wolf whistling at them, and that has Chanyeol kissing him back, harder, nipping his lower lip as Jongin tugs on his hair.
Just as Jongin starts to really get into it, blood rushing down to his cock, Chanyeol's pulled back by a smug looking Baekhyun. "Three more to go, loverboy," he says and slides another shot glass toward Chanyeol.
Jongin would much rather just continue making out, his pants starting to feel a little too tight with his arousal, but Chanyeol is pushing up his shirt with one hand and tipping salt over one of Jongin's nipples. He definitely isn't expecting that, but he's not interested in stopping either, gasping loud as Chanyeol's hot mouth sucks around him.
"Shit," he says, only then realizing they've completely forgotten about the lime, but that seems irrelevant compared to the way Jongin's body feels as Chanyeol flicks his tongue over his hardened nipple and Jongin arches his back into the touch. "Chanyeol--"
That seems to shake Chanyeol back to reality, blinding reaching for the shot and downing it once again. Jongin's grabs the front of his shirt and leans up to kiss him, and it's even more frantic than before, wet and hot and making Jongin's head spin. When they pull apart, they're both breathing extra hard, and Jongin grabs the nearest glass that actually has something in it and tips it back. It's definitely not what he ordered, burning down his throat, but Chanyeol is kissing him again the second he sets the glass back down which makes it better.
A hand trails up Jongin's stomach, calloused fingertips brushing across the softness of his abs and drawing a shaky breath from Jongin's mouth that Chanyeol easily swallows. Chanyeol's touch is like fire, unyielding and merciless as one continues up his chest and the other cups the back of Jongin's neck, drawing him up and back from the table, making it easier for Chanyeol to kiss him without bending so far down. Jongin reciprocates with vigor, dizzy from the taste of lime and tequila on Chanyeol's lips, from the heat of his touch and the drumming in his ears that remind him they're most definitely not alone. It's not so hard to forget, when Chanyeol is so good at commanding all his attention, when all Jongin really wants is to climb off the table and drag him out of the club, somewhere, anywhere, even if the fact that they are in public makes everything more thrilling, makes Jongin harder.
He is hard now, and it must be so obvious when Chanyeol lays him back down on the table to move onto the fourth shot. Chanyeol's getting sloppier, the drinks catching up to him, and Jongin's erection makes him uncaring about anything other than Chanyeol dipping his tongue against his skin, licking at the salt and the slight dampness of sweat. Chanyeol seems to forget entirely about the shot this time, too busy laving his tongue up Jongin's sternum before delving back down to suck at his other nipple. Jongin moans into his fist, his eyes clenching shut as Chanyeol's teeth catch over his collarbone, his fingertips rubbing over a sensitive nipple.
"'Jongin," he says, barely above a whisper, but it rings louder than anything else in the booming club and it's that, maybe, the sound of his name in Chanyeol's voice, the fervency of his gaze as he pulls up to look down