#submitmay2022

         I had many ideas for this prompt, but the shipping cute and horny one won. I mean... I missed writing sexual tension with my two favourite videogame couple. So here it is! Because... Well... Jason and Salim are my top 1 whatever happens.

Hope you’ll all enjoy it.

Sorry if I’m late, but it’s still Sunday in France !

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Jason annoyed groan filled the room as his eyes looked dagger at the board game. His fingers tightened around one yellow piece while Salim contained his giggle with difficulty. Two hours have passed since they started playing, and Allah seemed to favor the Iraqi man only; for his greatest pleasure, of course.

“One more time.” Abruptly ordered the American before he put each piece back to its places into the board game. His glare avoided his lover’s as much as Salim tried to shut the jokes and remarks caressing his throat and lips.

“It has been two hours, Jason. I think you should let go for tonight.” He gently murmured instead, but his companion answered with a proud and quick move of his head. “Not before I beat this frickin’ game.”

Seeing the American so passionate by a game he mocked three days ago melted Salim’s heart. When Jason’s eyes first met the Chinese Checkers, his nose sniffed with disdain as he said something like “seems stupid, ain’t gonna play it”. What a turnaround, even if the natural curiosity of the American for everything the Iraqi enjoyed should have warmed him.

And now, the man couldn’t just admit his defeat.

“I bet yer cheatin’.” He added while mumbling into his breath.

“I am not.” Salim said with an outrageous and proud grin spread on his mouth.

Jason only muttered in response. He curtly placed the board game between them. The poor kitchen table whined under his brusquerie; however the soldier didn’t care.

“Then it’s all ‘bout luck.” His voice sounded less annoyed and more tired as each second passed.

“It is not.” The older man answered softly, but when Jason rolled his eyes and grunted once more, he put his hands upon the other man’s and whispered: “You are not used to the rules and your eyes, just like your mind, does not see all the possibilities you have… It’s not a shame, Jason, it’s your first time playing the Chinese Checkers.”

“What ‘bout beginner’s luck?!”

Salim sighed as Jason started another match; sometimes the man wouldn’t let himself be reason with. And sometimes, his lover didn’t know what to say or do to tame his rebellious behavior.

So, he played; once again. After each Jason’s move, he placed his pieces on the board and let his boyfriend insulted the Gods, the bad luck, and everything he took responsible for his endless failures.

After almost thirty minutes, once it became clear Salim would win again, the American fell quiet.

“Jason?” His lover asked, as the younger man tried to slow down his relentless victory.

Only silence answered him.

“Jason?”

“What?!” Finally, their gaze met, and the Iraqi’s lips instantly found Jason’s. There was an awkward moment of impassivity, until the American accepted the gift and kissed him back. As their mouths became hungry for each other, they leaned closer, but the table and the Chinese Checkers would let them proceed.

Salim cursed against both, then violently pushed it away. Before Jason could even react, the Iraqi sat on his lap, and French kissed him with all the passion he had. They moaned against each other’s lips, while the younger man’s arms held his lover’s back. The older one caressed the soldier’s chest then hugged him by the neck, starving for his heat and attention.

Only their helpless need for breathing cut the burning embrace. Their ears and cheeks flushed, as their forehead pressed.

“’M sorry…” Jason finally said, eyes low as shame made him bit his own lips.

His companion lovingly smiled before he licked his lips by the edge of his tongue. “You don’t need to beat the game to win me… Jason.”

He saw his precious marine’s face vigorously blushed, before he swallowed his spit and asked, tentatively: “Ya mean… Ya won’t be ashame of me even if I ain’t got a clue of how to play this game?”

Salim brushed his nose with Jason’s as he whispered softly: “I am not asking you to be perfect and unbeatable in every domain, am I?”

“No… I guess yer not.” The American nervously glanced at him, his dark orbs filling with desire but also fear. Fear of being a failure, fear of me leaving him for such a thing, Salim guessed silently.  

He placed his fingers on Jason’s hair, caressed it for a second or maybe two, then rolled his hips against the man’s crotch. “Let go, Jason, you will become better at this game in time.”

“Ya think?” The marine answered in a hurry moan.

“Yes…” Salim answered before he held his lover’s chin close to his face. “But for now… I think I would like to play another game with you, Habibi.”

For this prompt, I’m posting a portion of a story that I’ve actually been working on for a little while now, which actually takes place within my Three Idiots and a Baby AU, but this story can easily be read as a standalone story. So yes, this one features Dar again, and of course Salim.

https://www.pillowfort.social/posts/2701891