He stares back. His arm, casually resting across your shoulder, flexes slightly. "Wanna play a game?"
Both of your eyebrows shoot up. "Uh, we're kinda in the middle of watching a movie?" You glance pointedly at the screen across from the couch where both of you are seated. If you were being honest with yourself, you were paying more attention to the points Dave was touching you than you were to the actual film. He doesn't know that, though.
"No shit, Egbert," he responds, a smile playing at his lips. "But you're not into it, I can tell." Oh. "By this point you'd be gnawing your fucking lip off on the edge of your seat." He draws his arm away to gesture at how you're sitting. "Not into it," he repeats.
You sigh. "Fine, maybe I'm not. What game?" You ask, going back to his original point.
The hand that moved away from you comes back, snaking up your leg to rest on your knee possessively. You don't look at it, but your leg twitches in response. He smirks. He turns the volume of the TV down with the other hand before continuing. "We make out." Your eyes dart to his lips. "But," the hand on your knee is removed as he sits a solid foot away from you. "No touching." You begin to protest, but he cuts you off. "First one to touch loses. Got it?"
Your shocked expression slowly turns into a grin. "You're so going to lose, Dave. I don't even know why you think this is going to be a challenge!"
"We'll see about that," is the only thing he says before he leans forward and connects his lips with your own.
His tongue immediately starts lapping at your lips, begging for entry. You oblige, letting him snake into your mouth. After a moment of this, you pull back to bite as his lips. He shivers.
He catches you by surprise, sealing your lips again and sucking, stealing all your air. You go lightheaded, and almost fall into him. Almost.
You pull back, staring at his flushed face and wet lips. "Dude! What was that?"
He just grins. "You're shaking," he notes. You look down at yourself, and indeed you are. You didn't notice your arms starting to creep towards Dave, and you pull them back. He notices, and chuckles. "Wanna forfeit?" He sounded almost hopeful.
You spit out a "Never," before lunging back in, sucking on his lower lip and making him groan.
You glance down and notice him palming himself.
Oh. That's why he wanted you to touch him.
You move to his jaw, kissing along until you end at his ear. "Five minute break in the game?" You ask, and he nods readily.
Before he has time to do anything else, his pants are unzipped and you're stroking him through his boxers. He hisses, bucking up into your hand. "God, John," he chokes out before reaching to undo your pants as well.
You take his dick out, and it feels hot and heavy in your hand. He whimpers as you stroke his slowly.
Suddenly, you drop him, backing off completely. An indigent noise leaves his throat before he stares back up at you.
"Five minutes is up," you say with a grin through your heavy breathing.
"Fuck you," he growls before leaning in again to capture your lips with his own. You feel the steady rocking as he strokes himself.
After a couple minutes of this, you're both at full mast, stroking yourselves while kissing desperately.
You pull back to look at him, his flushed figure shaking with want, lidded, blown eyes that are eyeing you greedily. "Would you just!" He leans back, head tipping back to rest on the back of the couch as his eyes close, still stroking himself. "T-touch me, already..."
You're so, so tempted. But the sight of him is enough for you to get off on, so you keep on touching yourself to his shaking frame, and you can feel his eyes on you, hear the quiet murmur of "John, John, John, god, John..."
You realize what you're both doing, getting off to just the sight of each other, Dave getting of to you, and it's too much.
You blow with a strangled cry, and that must've pushes Dave over the edge, as he's moments behind you.
The only sound left in the room is two ragged breaths and thumping heartbeats.
After a minute, he speaks. "You lost."
"Did not!" You shoot back.
"'Five minute break in the game?'" He says, doing a horrible imitation of your voice.
