#lawgusso

daniel notices their absence quickly. he’s worried they’re fighting, goes to find them with his drink in-hand, and finds them in the second place he looks - he checks the parking lot first, where else do people go to fight? - in an unlocked bathroom lit by purples and pinks and blues.

chozen’s holding johnny by the thighs, got him perched up on the bathroom counter with his legs wrapped around chozen, and they’re kissing like they fight. brutal and biting and trying to win, but chozen does something and johnny melts. goes pliant and whiny, pressing his hips into chozen’s and gasping when chozen grinds right back against him, hard and rough. he kisses johnny again when he’s pulled closer by johnny’s hand on his neck, deep and filthy and deceptively sweet, and murmurs something. yanks johnny even closer by the thighs.

daniel, not for the first time, feels something bitter burning in his gut for chozen - something like jealousy, resentment, inferiority. he doesn’t like the taste of it when aimed at a friend, but then johnny whimpers against chozen’s lips and it burns like a stoked flame.

“don’t need scowl like that,” chozen says. it takes daniel a moment to realise that chozen is speaking to him, and when he does his stomach swoops with panic.

“i’m sorry,” he says, and makes a clumsy step backwards from the doorway. “i—i didn’t mean to—i-i’ll just leave you—“ chozen tuts.

“come,” he says impatiently. daniel freezes. chozen’s looking at him, gaze heavy and hot, and daniel realises with a jolt that johnny is too. his pale eyes are swirled to something mystical with the coloured light, pupils blown out so wide it’s like a black hole in the middle. he looks desperate, hair a mess from the club and the making out and chozen’s hands, cheeks flushed, lips parted with his breathing.

“daniel,” he says.

Club’s loud. Johnny’s blood’s pounding—or maybe that’s the Whiteclaw.

“You’re telling me you don’t have someone waiting back in Okinawa?”

Chozen shakes his head and says something, but Johnny has trouble understanding him even without the noise.

“What?” He huffs when his yell’s lost. He’s been pent-up all night, Daniel sending him looks that mean he’s definitely getting fucked later, and it’s so damn loud his head swims. Chozen’s hot eyes dragging down his body don’t help.