[Christmas Gift Fic] #12 - Jealousy games

[h_itoshi]

Title: Jealousy games
Prompt: #12 - Playing strip poker
Wordcount: 1304
Notes: R. Mentions of other pairings within the group.

Nikaido looks at his horrible hand and can't do anything but laugh. Normally, there'd just be no way that he'd not loose on these cards, but the rest of his group is drunk and really suck, so he might actually have a chance.

They're playing strip poker, for some reason, and Nikaido can't even remember whose idea it was. Probably Miyata's. Or Fujigaya's.

“What the hell, Gaya, you have to be cheating!” Kitayama hollers across the ring they're sitting in to Fujigaya, before throwing his cards on the carpet and crosses his arms over his bare chest. “You must love undressing me!”

He's lost three times in a row now and only has his jeans and underwear still on, while Fujigaya won the last two rounds. And the rules require that the winner undresses the loser.

Fujigaya just giggles, being the one who's dealt the cards this time, his cheeks tinted pink. Alcohol really suits him, Nikaido thinks, and both Yokoo and Kitayama seems to think so too as both their eyes wander to him more often than not even though he's still fully dressed.

“Yeah.” Tamamori agrees from beside Fujigaya, eyes glossy and probably too drunk to know what cards he even has. He's the major loser in the group, with only his underwear left, and that's easily explained by the fact that he thought that sixes and nines were the same number. Twice.

Next to Tamamori is Miyata, who's got a protective hand on Tamamori's thigh and openly helps him choose his cards so that he doesn't end up naked before Fujigaya or Nikaido has even taken anything off.

Miyata's probably the most sober of them all, even more so than Yokoo, and Nikaido actually feels pretty safe knowing that.

“So do you wanna change any cards or what?” Fujigaya laughs, throwing a flirty glance in Kitayama's direction which makes Yokoo frown.

“I do!” Senga says just next to Nikaido and throws his entire hand.

“Me too.” Nikaido adds and throws two of his own cards, before he happens to glance at Senga and get distracted.

Alcohol looks good on most of them, but Senga looks amazing when he's drunk. Constant smile and flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, and it doesn't help that he gets so touchy. One minute he's clinging to Nikaido's arm, the other he's leaning against Kitayama's bare shoulder and the third he's throwing suggestive glances in Fujigaya's direction, and it's hotter than Nikaido would admit, mostly because it's his boyfriend and he shouldn't be okay with the flirting. Senga's still dressed save for a sock, and Nikaido kind of fears the moment he'll lose and have to take off more.

“Yeah me too.” Kitayama agrees, frowning as he picks his cards up again and throws all but one.

Tamamori tries to throw away all his cards, but Miyata catches his wrist and picks one to let him throw.

Fujigaya deals new cards, and Nikaido looks at his hand, which now actually include three eights, and he's certain he's not loosing this time.

“Okay, show me what you've got!” Fujigaya smirks, and seriously, everything he says in that voice sounds dirty.

They all lay out their cards, which isn't very rule-accurate but what the hell, and after two minutes of drunken thinking, Kitayama's eyes widen as he realises he won. “Yay!”

“No...” Senga pouts and something within Nikaido jumps.

“Oh c'mon Kento, as if you've never thought about Mitsu undressing you!” Fujigaya calls and Senga just laughs, but Nikaido's eyes narrow because he hopes Senga hasn't.

Kitayama stands and takes Senga's hand to pull him upright, swaying a little in his stance. “I'm taking the blazer and you have no choice.”

Senga giggles, until Kitayama pulls him closer and lifts hands to his shoulders. Fujigaya gives a catcall when Kitayama slips fingers under the collar of the blazer, which Senga wears over a tank top, and starts to urge it down his arms while caressing his way down the muscles, and Senga's eyelashes flutter a little.

Nikaido is suddenly not at all okay with the flirting, and he's almost about to stand up and punch Kitayama in the face when Miyata pokes his shoulder, breaking his concentration.

“Nika, he's only playing you know.” Miyata giggles quietly, but Nikaido just scowls because he doesn't care.

When he turns back though, Kitayama's holding the blazer out for Senga to take and they both settle back, receiving new cards, this time from Yokoo.

They play a few more rounds and watch Tamamori almost loose the last piece of his clothing, but Yokoo saves him by having absolutely nothing, and Miyata gets to take off his other sock while Fujigaya mutters something about that socks shouldn't count because that's not sexy just gross.

The next time, Nikaido finds himself the looser, and Fujigaya's the winner, again. Nikaido starts to think that he really is cheating somehow, but then Fujigaya's in his face, mischievous eyes smiling at him as warm hands trace his sides and down to the hem of his T-shirt and under.

“Hey Nika.” He breathes, and then starts to run his hands up again, pulling the shirt with him. Nikaido shivers at the feel of warm hands contrasting cold air, and he lifts his arms to let Fujigaya tug the garment over his head.

It wasn't a very sexy undressing, but the way Fujigaya leisurely drapes the T-shirt on Nikaido's shoulder and gives his naked torso an appreciative glance is, and when Nikaido sits down again and turns to look at Senga, his eyes are dark with jealousy.

And it's after that, that it somehow becomes a competition of who can make the other most jealous.

Senga gets to take Fujigaya's vest off, and with the way Fujigaya looks at him while he does it, it might as well have been a strip tease. Nikaido unbuttons Miyata's shirt as slowly as he can, leaving it hanging off Miyata's elbows for him to fully remove himself.

But then Senga wins over Kitayama and Nikaido grits his teeth as Senga carefully, almost shyly undoes the button on Kitayama's jeans, before his fingertips trail down the fly and Kitayama gasps, while Senga just looks up with an innocent face. But Nikaido knows he touched Kitayama on purpose, knows since Senga glances at him when he unzips the fly, tiny smirk on his lips. Nikaido wants to look away when Senga hooks fingers in the waistband of the loosened jeans and starts pulling them down, but he can't, eyes widening when Senga drops to his knees before Kitayama, making it look like it's just convenient for tugging the jeans off.

Then Kitayama gets a hand on Senga's head when he's urged to step out of the pants, and Nikaido lets out a low growl.

Luckily for Kitayama's well-being, Tamamori falls asleep and they call off the game, discussing what else to do while Miyata makes Yokoo help him carry Tamamori to bed, dangerously leaving a drunk Fujigaya alone with a nearly naked Kitayama. Because Nikaido's not waiting a second after they stop the game to grab Senga's wrist and drag him to the bathroom, not even caring how obvious it is, and slams Senga against the door as soon as it's closed.

“Tease.” He growls in Senga's hair, hips already rolling into Senga's. “Slut.”

Senga just stifles a moan by biting his lip, head tilting back to give Nikaido access to his throat.

And if Nikaido's pretty rough when biting and licking at Senga's skin, when shoving Senga to his knees on the floor, fucks his mouth a little too deep, it's nothing Senga can't take. Nothing Senga doesn't love.

And Nikaido's white hot orgasm reminds him why they play these jealousy games.

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