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“Fuckin’-- Why aren’t you in position?! Dumb fuck, listen to me! Fuck you, stupid pig!”
Ezreal is aware of different types of gamers. Aphelios is calm, collected. He has a playstyle that makes everyone easily fall in line. He’s a good leader and never speaks on the mic. People always ask him too, and Ezreal has spoken for him a few times but it’s not a necessity.
Sett is loud, always on the mic and always having a good game. He’s good to play with because he’s not poison to other people. He’ll play with anyone and always makes a lobby feel good, even if the team loses.
Ezreal is much of the same. He likes to joke around and poke fun. He’s had his fair share of rotten moments where he’s made himself so angry he’s had to go and eat (that was a weird one. Thank you, Yakuza Kiwami car chase scene), but most of the time, he’s good. So good, that people request to play with him again all the time.
Kayn is another story. He’ll shout and scream to the point of it no longer being funny and Yone has unplugged his PC multiple times just to get him to shut up. The router for the internet is in the hub of the house and Yone has purposely pulled it out and whispered to K’Sante in the living room to use his data and Yone will reimburse him for it before Kayn came kicking and screaming down the hall, opening everyone’s doors to figure out who just slipped back into their room after making him lose a rank match.
Kayn can’t step up to Yone. Yone isn’t home right now so Kayn raging on whatever game he’s playing abysmally at has become everyone else’s problem.
“Unplug the router,” Ezreal says to Aphelios now, pressing his hands together to beg. They’ve been sitting in the kitchen talking but Kayn has ended that calmness. “Please? He won’t knock your lights out and I’ve got highlights in my hair! You want them all over the wall when he punches me?” Scott Pilgram references will never go out of style, thank you!
“Why aren’t you more worried about your teeth?” Sett laughs from the couch, inviting Aphelios to sit between his legs with one gesture. Aphelios considers it before he shrugs at Ezreal, easily persuaded by his boyfriend, his switch already in his hand.
Ezreal presses his hand to his cheek, already feeling the punch. “Good point, but still. My face is my best asset. I can’t risk it. Sett, please? I’ll do your chores for a week! Two weeks!”
“Yeah, I’m not messing with that,” Sett answers, leaning his chin on Aphelios’ head when the smaller man sits down. “It’s not so bad in the living room, Ez. Just stay here. Aphelios doesn’t play with sound, anyways, so we can watch somethin’ if you wanna.”
Ezreal shakes his head. He appreciates the offer but he had plans to have a shower, do his hair and skincare and then sit in his room with a facemask and his headphones and just pretend to be a human being. That’s all out the window because none of them besides Yone have schedules and Kayn is screaming up a storm in his own room which happens to be rather close to Ezreal’s.
Aphelios looks up at Sett, finger-signalling a name. Sett hums in response, turning back to Ezreal. “Could ask K’Sante. Kayn won’t step to him at all.”
Ezreal could take Kayn. Maybe not in a fight, but he could take him. He shakes his head again, but waggles his finger at Sett, thinking. “Let me try something.”
Now, Ezreal and Kayn are more like rivals than anything. Kayn is crazy as crazy comes; wild hair, dirty mouth and a wicked laugh that would make anyone want to lock him up. He’s a lot of fun when he’s not being a dick. Ezreal quite liked him on set for Paranoia, but Kayn outside of shooting is unprofessional and just… such a boy. He likes video games, he likes drag racing and smashing windows. He’ll drink until he’s drunk just to walk through a drivethrough restaurant and wonder why he’s not getting served.
Well, some of that is kind of funny. But only when Ezreal is tipsy, too. Kayn is a riot when it’s not directed at him and if Kayn really sucks so bad at these games, then maybe Ezreal distracting him could be a good thing.
Distract him with what is a whole other can of worms. You see, Ezreal and Kayn are like a house and a bottle of gasoline. You need a match to get either going and their match is each other. Ezreal has screamed and fought with Kayn until he was blue in the face, and Kayn has done the same. He’s the father of snide comments and Ezreal thought his self-control was good until a pretty, rough around the edges boy like Kayn decided to start pressing his buttons.
Now, he’s confused more often than not as to why they always argue with their faces two inches from each other. Ezreal has wondered what it’s like to wear Kayn’s leather jackets or what his teeth feel like when they graze against skin. What his tongue that he’s always fucking sticking out feels like against Ezreal’s, what his hands must feel like when they grip Ezreal’s waist–
Suddenly, Aphelios and Sett cuddling in the living room is the last thing Ezreal wants to see, despite him usually getting in on it because Aphelios is his best friend and Sett is a massive hunk of a dude with two arms the size of both of them.
Ezreal is used to using his charms to get what he wants and right now, he wants Kayn to shut the fuck up. Too many times have they shared a glance at each other’s lips. Ezreal isn’t stupid; he knows he’s pretty but Kayn is so much worse. Too many shut ups, and too many make mes lead to here, Ezreal’s hand on Kayn’s doorknob as he wonders what the fuck he’s even going to say.
He knocks. Kayn has gone quiet within the last two minutes. The door opens, revealing Kayn’s mismatched eyes as he stares at Ezreal. “What, pretty boy?”
“Can you keep it down, please?” Ezreal says in the most disgustingly cute voice he can manage. He’s sucking up but sometimes, sacrifices have to be made.
Kayn eyes him off before he raises his brows, snorting at him. “That was horrific to witness. Try again.”
“No,” Ezreal snaps, scoffing. So much for sucking up. “I asked you nicely, so can you respect that?”
“I don’t know. No one else seems to have a problem with it.” He makes a point of looking to the left of the hall, to the right of the hall before he meets Ezreal’s eyes again and smiles, raising his brows. It’s a customer service smile, forced and insincere and Ezreal wants to ruin him.
“That’s because Yone isn’t home to stop you completely.”
“Oh, so only Yone can stand up to me?” Kayn whistles, clicking his tongue. “You’re gonna have to do better than that, princess. I’m about to get into another game, so have a think and then you can come catch me up.”
Ezreal watches the door shut slowly before he blurts, “I’ll distract you.” He doesn’t really know what he means by that but it’s enough to stop Kayn from closing the door. He’s met with Kayn’s eyes again and Ezreal swallows. “If you win without shouting, I’ll do something for you.”
“And what could you do that I could possibly want? Don’t say the dishes, because Yone doesn’t make me do them anymore.” Kayn has broken more plates than he’s bought so all he has to do is wipe the table after dinner.
Ezreal’s lips part and Kayn’s eyes follow the movement. He blinks once before he looks down the hall and finds no one watching, so he steps into Kayn’s doorway and holds the hem of his own hoodie. He doesn’t really know how to make this sound enticing other than I’ll let you have sex with me but Kayn isn’t as dumb as everyone seems to think.
“You must really want to shut me up,” Kayn whispers, his own hand joining the hem of Ezreal’s hoodie. “Hey, pretty boy? How nice of you to offer yourself, hm?”
“Anything for a fan,” Ezreal answers, nodding to the poster of himself that’s plastered in the corner of Kayn’s room. The rapper huffs, turning his head slightly so Ezreal reaches for his face and presses a kiss against his cheek. Kayn looks back at him in a rush, their eyes meeting as Ezreal smiles. He'll die before he willingly gives Kayn the upperhand. “You have to win for this pretty boy to fuck you, though. And without yelling, or the deal’s off.”
Kayn pulls him inside, shutting the door and slamming Ezreal up against it. His hand intercepts quickly to cushion Ezreal’s head, leaving him wide eyed and staring up at the taller man. “You’ll fuck me?” the rapper purrs, his other hand resting against the column of Ezreal’s throat. “I don’t think so, not today. Give me something for good luck.”
Ezreal blinks, his hands moving on their own. He reaches for Kayn’s face, gentle in his grasp and pulls him in for a proper kiss. It’s a lot less sloppy than Ezreal anticipated kissing Kayn would be like but he tilts his head and Kayn presses his tongue against his and oh, it’s exactly what it should be like. Kayn nips at his lip until Ezreal lets out a small whine, his fingers tangling in Kayn’s hair to pull him closer, wanting more. The kiss lasts a lot longer than it should, leaving them both breathless when Kayn rips himself away to go to his desk, grumbling to himself.
Ezreal pants slightly, his hands dropping from where they held Kayn. He stands awkwardly by the door, a lot more pent up than he was five minutes ago, and finds Kayn is most of the same, his hand covering the bottom half of his face as he shifts awkwardly in his chair, clicking furiously around the screen to load up a game.
“We’re going to have to discuss a few things,” Ezreal says as he corrects himself and hops onto Kayn’s bed. Fuck, he's nervous just from a few kisses. Loser.
“I like spitting,” Kayn answers, forcing a snort out of Ezreal. Gee, who would have thought? A dog with a bone, really.
“I meant like…” Ezreal draws his finger through Kayn’s sheets, liking that they’re clean. “Well, that is what I meant so it’s good to know but–”
“Don’t talk while on mic,” Kayn cuts in, pulling his headset on. “I don’t want anyone else hearing whatever you have to say inside my room.”
Ezreal hides his snicker with a hand over his mouth. “Jealous?”
Kayn shoots him a look over his shoulder, grinning at him. “Incredibly so.”
Ezreal inhales sharply. He’s not wearing anything beneath his hoodie so to take it off would be extremely presumptuous but… He did come here for sex. Well, not originally, but he supposes if the two of them are making noise together, it can’t be as loud as Kayn screaming at his game.
Well, that’s not entirely true. Ezreal can be loud, though he’s aware of who’s home and doesn’t really want to be blackmailed by Aphelios. He’ll have to keep quiet and he wonders if Kayn will make that difficult for him, much like he does all the time.
The match goes by slowly. Ezreal busies himself with his phone, replying to a few emails as well as deleting a myriad of spam. He checks their streams and posts a thank you on Instagram, making sure to not post his background lest a fan figure out he’s in Kayn’s room. It wouldn’t be weird but he doesn’t need the articles, not when he’s about to have sex with Kayn. Articles can be posted after the fact.
Kayn, who is very focused on his game now. Kayn, who hasn’t said a word to anyone in the game, not even an under the breath comment. He hasn’t spoken at all, not even a grunt or anything to voice any kind of frustration he might be having and it’s a wonder if Rhaast is the one keeping a tight lip on him or if it’s himself. Rhaast tends to bully his way to the forefront of Kayn’s body sometimes but not now, not at all.
Ezreal puts his phone down, watching Kayn for a few moments. There’s a flash of a kill on his screen, some kind of first person shooter game. Kayn barely acknowledges it, moving through the map until a win and Kayn rips his headphones off, clicking around the screen. He logs out and then turns his computer off, not bothering to wait for it to actually turn off as he launches himself out of his chair towards Ezreal and pulls off his shirt.
“Pants off, now,” he growls and Ezreal laughs at him, watching him crawl across the bed and on top of Ezreal. He does as he’s told as Kayn yanks open his bedside table drawer, pulling out a condom and some lube. He drops it on the bed before he crowds Ezreal against the pillows, his eyes boring into Ezreal’s.
“I like anything,” Kayn whispers, his eyes hungry. Ezreal swallows, taking him in as his eyes seem to glow in the lowlight of the blue LEDs the rapper has lining the walls of his room. “You can pull my hair. I like scratching and biting a lot. Can you do that?”
Ezreal nods, his eyes widening slightly. “Yeah, I can,” he answers, reaching for his face. He just wants to touch Kayn, nothing else. He wants to sit in his lap and fucking feed him strawberries or some shit, just to lick the juice off his skin. “I don’t want to be… Can we not be too rough? Later– Another time?”
Kayn laughs at him, but presses a kiss to Ezreal’s cheek. “You think I’m gonna wanna fuck you again?” he purrs against his cheek, making Ezreal shiver.
“Yeah, I think so,” he whispers, confident now. He’s not a bad fuck and he knows it. He certainly won’t be for Kayn, given that he’s not a pillow princess. He doubts Kayn would be into that, always competitive and needing to feel like he’s winning. He likes a bit of give and take.
Kayn eyes him off, smirking to himself. He’s thinking, his eyes tracing Ezreal’s face like a scanner. He’s beautiful in a brash, over the top kind of way and Ezreal knows he’s easily influenced by Kayn. He brings him in closer, making the rapper lean on his elbows before he turns his head quickly and licks right over his cheek.
Kayn laughs at him, a harsh grumble that only serves to make Ezreal’s dick twitch. He smiles at the rapper, lifting his legs to wrap them around Kayn’s waist, comfortably lying beneath him. “You said you liked spit.”
Kayn doesn’t say anything in reply. He kisses him, quick and dirty. He grasps Ezreal’s wrists and pins them above his head, turning his attention to Ezreal’s neck, suddenly determined to rip some noises from Ezreal which he’s definitely going to achieve. He sucks and licks, nips and bites until Ezreal is lightheaded and praying to whatever God is listening that Kayn will leave marks on his skin, panting into the open air. He feels like a teenager, excited about his crush touching his thigh or holding his hand – such a stupid thing to be excited about, hickeys but God, Ezreal wants to be littered with them. He wants Kayn to hold his hand and then grab him and kiss him breathless against the wall.
“Didn’t think you liked it, pretty boy,” Kayn finally purrs into the hinge of his jaw, pressing a kiss to his pulse point. “How you wanna do this, princess?”
Ezreal pants, turning his head to the side. “I wanna– Can– Ah, fuck–” He can’t speak, a stutter he liberally hates when he can’t form his words properly popping up again. It happens more often than he would like but at least he has a reason for it right now. A reason that makes Kayn rather smug as he grinds their hips together, forcing another grasping moan out of Ezreal’s mouth.
“Go on, baby,” Kayn whispers, nipping at his ear lobe. “You wanna what? Fuck me? Let me fuck you? Be on top, bottom, doggy style? You want me to hold you up, fuck you hard and fast?”
Ezreal can definitely top. He doesn’t want to right now, but he won’t let Kayn do all the work. He turns his head sharply, their noses brushing against each other when Ezreal bares his teeth to grit through his own stutter and says, “Ride you.”
Kayn grins at him, barely able to kiss Ezreal through his smile. “I wanna prep you, though.”
All of a sudden, Ezreal is left in the pillows in nothing but his hoodie and underwear. He blinks, looking at Kayn who reaches for him, lifting him up. Ezreal feels a wave of nerves crash over him at the sudden loneliness that only makes him swallow, but Kayn easily reads it, letting them sit together for a few moments. He bumps their heads together softly, nudging him like a cat trying to get a pat, drawing a small chuckle from Ezreal.
He draws his hand up Ezreal’s leg, pressing his nose into the singer’s face just to make him snicker at the attention. He likes when Kayn pays attention to him, more than he would ever like to admit but as soon as it's gone, he panics and wonders what went wrong. Maybe he likes Kayn a lot more than he originally thought.
Kayn hums at him, kissing his cheek quickly, gently. “Don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart.”
Ezreal shakes his head, a dopey smile on his face. He looks down at Kayn’s hand on his leg and moves it with a bout of confidence, letting him explore further. He pulls his hand under his hoodie before he decides to take it off, leaving him matching with Kayn; bare from the waist up.
“Gorgeous boy,” the rapper breathes, his hand mapping out Ezreal's skin like he's trying to memorize it. They’re as rough as Ezreal though they would be, but God, Ezreal shivers from the touch. He wraps his arms around Ezreal’s waist and turns on the bed, throwing himself into the pillows with Ezreal laughing in his face. He struggles up, trying to sit in Kayn’s lap but they end up having to break away to take off their underwear and Ezreal is confronted with how big Kayn’s dick is.
However, Ezreal is nothing if not a cocky champion. He grabs the lube and straddles Kayn’s lap, holding it in his hand. Kayn is about to offer his hand but Ezreal decides that he wants to stretch himself. He gets as far as slipping one finger inside himself before Kayn’s eye suddenly pulses with pink light and his left hand smacks Ezreal’s ass hard , startling him.
“Get– Rhaast!” Ezreal yelps, glaring down at him. The slap was good but not from Rhaast.
Kayn snickers at him, or rather, Rhaast does in that doubled up tone but his eye dims, returning to normal and Kayn blinks. “Sorry,” he whispers, not sorry at all, “that was– Sorry.”
“He can come out later,” Ezreal says, shifting his fingers until he pulls them out and guides Kayn’s hand to his ass. So much for stretching himself out. Kayn does it happily, skating his hand up Ezreal’s ribs; the movement lights Ezreal on fire, his body responding to Kayn’s movements, their hips rocking together. He drags his teeth across his chest as two fingers press inside Ezreal, the stretch igniting pure gasoline inside the pop star.
Ezreal throws his head back in surprise as he stutters out a shaky moan, running his hands through Kayn’s hair before he grips it, whining at the feeling of his fingers inside him, scissoring and stretching him. The groan Kayn lets out is delicious as he sucks at Ezreal’s chest, tonguing at his nipple until it’s hard. He takes it between his teeth and leaves Ezreal begging for more, his chest sensitive as Kayn stretches him with three fingers, forcing a high pitched whine out of his throat.
He leaves Ezreal breathless, his cock twitching as he’s stretched and God, he might cum just from getting fingered. It’s been a while since he’s had sex and Kayn’s fingers are rough and just a little longer than his. It feels nice, nicer than Ezreal’s fingers or various sex toys and fuck, he wants more, aching for it. He fucks himself back on Kayn’s fingers, his hand scrambling for Kayn’s that grips his hip like it’s going to bruise him and God, Ezreal fucking begs that it does.
“I need you to sit on my face,” Kayn ends up begging instead, forcing a laugh out of Ezreal before his fingers stretch his walls again and Ezreal is hunkered over, whining into the rapper’s hair. “Yeah? Can you?”
“Not now,” Ezreal hisses, smacking his hand away from his ass. “Just– Get inside me, please.”
Kayn squeezes his hip, smearing his lubed fingers all over his cock. It’s long, not too girthy and leans slightly to the left and Ezreal needs it inside him. He’s never wanted to be fucked by someone as bady as he wants Kayn. He just about smacks Kayn’s hands away before he grabs the condom and rolls it on. He holds his cock and lines it with his hole, bottoming out in one drop.
Kayn hisses, his hands gripping Ezreal’s hips as Ezreal moans, almost in relief at being finally full . He can feel Kayn in his fucking guts and God, it feels fucking good. He hangs his head down, meeting Kayn’s eyes and says, “Fuck me,” and it strikes whatever match inside Kayn and makes him erupt. His eyes glow, something dark brewing inside him and Ezreal had full intentions to ride Kayn but it hardly works out now.
Ezreal is flipped onto his back and Kayn fucks into him, his tongue skating over Ezreal’s lips. They can barely kiss but Ezreal doesn’t care, his noises drowning out any kind of embarrassment he could have. Kayn fucks into him hard and fast before he seems to realise that Ezreal asked him not to do that and straightens up slightly looking down at the popstar, a deer in the headlights.
“Why’d you stop?” Ezreal pants, getting some kind of footing beneath his shaky foundations. Having something so good ripped from him is making him sick.
“You said– Uh.” Kayn is not one to be easily embarrassed but his face almost matches his hair colour when Ezreal laughs at him, shifting his hips to prompt Kayn to move. He can feel him inside, feel how hot their bodies are and Ezreal has to know what Kayn smells like when he’s drenched in the smell of sex. In the smell of them together.
“Don’t treat me like glass, please,” Ezreal whispers, buttering Kayn up. He’s a suck up and he knows it but Kayn seems to like it, his eyes narrowing as he smiles, lazily fucking into Ezreal. It ends their short conversation and Ezreal hums, the pressure building all over his body once more.
“Good, good boy,” Ezreal whispers, holding Kayn close. The rapper’s eyes never leave him, boring into him and God, Ezreal likes it. He wraps his legs around Kayn’s back, digging his heels into his lower back to pull him closer, deeper inside him. He didn’t think Kayn would respond so well to praise but that’s good to know. Something Ezreal can definitely exploit.
Kayn, bless him, still attempts to kiss Ezreal as he fucks into him. It’s messy and mostly just tongue and them moaning into each other’s mouths. Ezreal has a good control on his voice until Kayn shifts and his angle is slightly up and– “Fuck!” he shouts, slamming a hand over his mouth way too late. Kayn isn’t deterred at all and continues to fuck right into his prostate until Ezreal is whining behind his hand for him to stop, his cock leaking all over his stomach.
“Too much?” Kayn pants, smirking in his face. Ezreal can barely respond, his legs clenching as does his body and Kayn is the one groaning into his chest as he pants, his rhythm faltering. Ezreal snickers but Kayn is nothing if not resilient and fucks back into him with as much lust as before, if not more. Ezreal drowns in it, arching his back and letting himself be used until he’s spilling over his own stomach, his hands fisted in the pillows as he whines through his orgasm, fucked through it.
Ezreal moans weakly, his body shuddering in overstimulation. He smiles in a daze, overwhelmed but it’s lazy and Kayn drops his head on the popstar’s chest and fucks into him like a wild animal until his rhythm completely falters when Ezreal clenches around him. He groans as he cums and Ezreal pats his hair, keeping his legs spread to give Kayn enough space.
“Fuck,” Kayn pants, shivering through his high. Ezreal hums, pressing a kiss to the rapper’s hair. Kayn and his neverending energy makes him look up in a rush, meeting Ezreal’s eyes. He pulls himself up in a rush and Ezreal whines at the feeling of Kayn pulling out, leaving him twitching and empty. The rapper groans and smacks Ezreal's thigh, getting him to roll over before he does something that Ezreal doesn't see, quick to return to his side. Probably the condom. Definitely the condom, actually.
Ezreal is hardly the little spoon but Kayn pressed up against him, kissing his bare shoulders as he hums, clearly satisfied and calm… Well, Ezreal could get used to it. He already feels his stomach churning from butterflies, his heart in his throat. He knew he liked Kayn more than the average sane person but to feel butterflies about someone he just had sex with to get some peace and quiet and lie in his bed, cuddling with him…
Ezreal swallows, rolling his shoulders slightly but that completely deters Kayn and he sits up, looking down at the singer.
“You don't want it?” he asks, gruff. He looks hurt , wounded almost.
Ezreal shakes his head, reaching for him. No, he never wants Kayn to look like that again in his life. “I do! I just– I really like you and I don't know what to do about it.”
Kayn'a face relaxes slowly, his eyes softening. He presses his cheek against Ezreal's palm, kissing his hand once. His eyes slip closed as he takes Ezreal's hand, kissing over his palm, his fingers, his fingertips. “Don't push me away,” he whispers into Ezreal's fingers, splayed over his mouth like a muzzle. “Don't fuck with me, Ez. I can't read between the lines, I'm no good at that. Just tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” Ezreal breathes, blinking up at him. “I just want you. That's all I can– can say.” He swallows again, nerves eating away at him as he lays naked in Kayn's bed, exposed in more ways than one.
But Kayn doesn't care. He's just as bad, if not worse with Ezreal's fingers over his mouth. He licks one quickly, snickering at Ezreal's scoff. “Good,” he smirks and lays down in a heap against Ezreal, his arm pulling him against his chest. “‘Cause I want you too. I'm hard to handle, though. You saw how big my dick is.”
“I'm going to fuck you next,” Ezreal hisses, pinching his arm. “I saw what praise did to you.”
“Okay, loser,” Kayn mutters. He says it into the nape of his neck, but Ezreal can feel how flushed his face is. Maybe it's still from the sex but Ezreal doesn't think so. He chuckles, laying his hand over Kayn's on his arm and smiles, tucking his face into the rapper's pillow.
“Don’t put anyone else on your walls,” Ezreal murmurs, spying the poster of himself. Kayn squeezes him, muttering incoherently into his skin. He doesn’t know how long they lay there, but it’s long enough for someone to pound on Kayn’s door and jimmy the lock.
“Yo, if you two are done, I was gonna order pizza,” Sett says through the door. “You want in?”
“Yeah,” Kayn answers but makes no move to get up. Ezreal snorts at him, turning his head towards him. The rapper mumbles for Ezreal to stop moving because he’s comfortable, sighing at him.
Sett snickers. “What pizza do you want?”
“Whatever,” Ezreal answers, laughing into his hand. This is such a stupid question.
“You’re still in there?” Sett laughs at them, slamming on the door again. “You want one, Ez?”
“I’ll share Kayn’s.”
“You’re sharing a lot more of Kayn than I need to know.”
“You knocked!” Ezreal yells back, rolling his eyes. “Just order it, dude. Leave us alone.”
“Yeesh! Fine, don’t get so shitty. Aphelios, they want one, just order whatever!”
“A whatever pizza,” Kayn mumbles, sighing. Ezreal hums, letting his own eyes close. He’s probably going to fall asleep before the pizza comes but then again, falling asleep with Kayn cuddled up next to him isn’t so bad.
Waking up to him might be even better. Ew! How domestic!