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The music in the room swayed easily to the beat of the colored lights that were scattered all around the building. Zanka was definitely out his comfort zone. He should be back at his apartment studying for his upcoming tests, but alas, he was practically dragged over here by his friends Riyo and Rudo, telling him to “live a little”.
‘Damn… where did Riyo go..’ Zanka thought as he weaved through the large wads of people that seemed to block every entrance and exit. How convenient.
After a little bit longer of walking around cluelessly searching for one of the only people he recognized, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.
“There you are man! Cmon! They’re playing truth or dare!”
“Huh?- Where were you Riyo!- Ah-“
Before he knew it, Zanka was sitting in a large circle, along with Riyo who would most likely be the one asking the questions 90% of the time, someone who looked way too timid to be here, his memory on her was a bit foggy, but Zanka was sure her name was Eisha. There were also two guys in the circle. One of them also seemed shy as hell, and was also probably dragged here against his own will, and the other seemed like some average guy despite a scar he had on the side of his head.
Along with those people, there were a few more randoms he didn’t know at all, nor had the energy capacity to care, but he went along with it anyways.
Zanka noticed that there were actually two separate circles of truth or dare. Thankfully, Zanka managed to be forced into the circle with less people, which helped bring the nerves down
“Hmm.. okay! Follo! Truth or dare!” Riyo started off the game with confidence, quickly looking at a guy apparently named Follo.
“Oh, how about Truth!”
“Boring… okay hmm… who do you think is the coolest one here!”
“Ah.. Zanka ofc course!”
‘Huh?’
Zanka wasn’t quite paying attention until he heard his name.
“What?”
“Okay… ZANKA! Truth or dare!”
“Hold on- what!? ugh...”
Zanka already knew what option everyone was there for, so he decided he would waste any time, and that he would get it over with quickly so he could leave just as fast.
“Dare.”
“Ha! I dare you to chug a full cup of alcohol!”
“Tsk.. the hell…-“
“Unless you can’t handle it~”
Without another word, Zanka instantly reached for the bottle of alcohol that had been sitting near the group, and chugged it out of pure spite. Wow.
Zanka definitely inelty shouldn’t have done that, but he wasn’t gonna let them basically call him a lightweight, and to be honest? Zanka could handle his alcohol pretty decently anyways..
The game continued on, and Zanka mostly was out of it, until he heard his name once again.
“ZANKA! Truth or dare!”
“.. uh… dare..?”
“Eek! Okay okay… I dare you… to go have a nice.. looong conversation with the most popular guy here.”
“Fuck you...”
Zanka sighed, he looked around the small circle, hoping that no one would care enough to actually make Zanka follow through with the dare, yet the small group of people held an intimidating gaze, which eventually prompted Zanka to get up and talk to whoever seemed to be attracting the most attention. In a popular sense that is. Probably not the loud annoying ones.. hopefully.
Zanka looked around. On the left, there was a guy with long blond hair, orange sunglasses, and an amazingly loud voice, going crazy with his dance moves, attracting a small crowd. No, too loud.
To his right, there was another man with long blond hair, but with a navy blue peekaboo underneath r. The guy looked like an angel. He probably wouldn’t even give Zanka the time of day.
He continued to look around, until his eyes met with another strangers. It was a tall man, with sun-kissed brown skin, hair styled in long wicks that gracefully draped over his shoulders and back, rings on all ten of his fingers, and piercings decorating his face. Not to mention, he was hot as fuck
Zanka was about to turn around to look fo someone else, since the man he met eyes with seemed way out his league, but the guy was already approaching Zanka! So what could he do?
“Sup, havin fun?”
“Uh, yeah, lots of fun” Zanka answered stiffly
“I see… you come with anyone?”
“Yeah, I just came with my two friends… no idea where they are now… but ya know, surviving,”
“Hah, I see… the names Jabber. You?”
“..Zanka. My name is Zanka Nijiku.”
“No need to be so formal, loosen up a bit,”
After those words left Jabbers mouth, he stepped a bit closer to Zanka. Wow- did things usually happen this fast at parties?! Zanka wondered. The air between them felt warmer compared to before. They were close enough where the both of them obviously had to be focused only on each other.
“so, anyone manage to snatch you up yet?” Jabber whispered as his thumb gently traced Zankas bottom lip.
Was Zanka really being hit on right now? Seriously?
Zankas eyes widened before blushing—
“No!- I’m not looking for a relationship right now..” he responded quickly, eyes still locked onto Jabbers. He knew this wasn’t gonna end anytime soon.
“That sucks man… would’ve loved to take you all for myself.. oh well, better luck next time for me huh?” Jabber said with a carefree smile.
“Uh.. yeah.. sorry..?” Zanka wasn’t used to being hit on… let alone thought that anyone would even approach him trying to start a conversation.
“Your a cutie aren’t ya? Sure you don’t wanna give me a chance?”
“No. I already said I’m not looking for a relationship…”
“Yeah…”
Jabber began to back off, but Zankas hand firmly caught his sleeve. What was that? Why did he want this guy to stay? They barely knew each other. Yet, he was so captivating…
“Huh?-“
“I didn’t say you had to… go yet…”
It was as if only then did Zanka realize how close they had gotten. Zanka was almost pressed against a wall, while Jabber stood infront of him, caging him in, but still making sure Zanka dint feel threatened.
After a small moment, Jabber leaned in experimentally. “Could I..?” He whispered, hand coming back again to gently cup Zanka’s cheek.
Zanka couldn’t believe what he was about to do. Was he really the type of person that lets someone he just met get close to him!? Let alone kiss him!?
Zanka looked around, checking if anyone else was watching, but it looked like everyone was occupied with whatever conversation or activity they were doing.
‘Fuck it’
With that last thought, Zanka leaned into a kiss. It didn’t take long for Jabber to reciprocate, keeping one hand cupping Zanka’s cheek while the other slowly began to snake around his waist.
The kiss was smooth and intoxicating. Breaths quietly mingling together as they slowly worked in each others mouths. Zanka didn't mean to, but he began to sink deeper into the kiss.
The both of them began to press against one another, growing hardness grinding against each other in a slow dance almost. Zanka felt as if he were on a high he couldn’t get down from.
They both managed to stumble together inside a bathroom. Somewhere private. This was when Zanka seriously felt the alcohol from earlier kick in..
Clothes fell down from one another, but still enough to not be completely exposed, just enough for Jabber to reach Zanka’s neck, and for Zanka’s hands to find the warm skin of Jabbers chest.
They were a mess. Jabber was addicting. The same could easily be said for Zanka. How could they stop now? This went on for another half hour. Sloppy, slightly drunk kisses followed by needy dry humping.
Zanka’s mind was a hazy blurry mess. Nothing was clear, everything in his mind only screamed ‘Jabber’. Zanka reached for the zipper on Jabbers pants, but that was when he was stopped.
“Mmh… yes.. keep goin.. jus’ like that..” Jabber moaned softly against Zankas lips.
Zanka was easily able to get the zipper down Jabbers pants, and pull them down just enough to free his hardened length.
His hand came down to wrap around the base before starting to pump slowly. Already slightly slick from precome, Zanka continued working Jabber off. After each pump, Zanka’s thumb teased Jabbers tip, thumb rubbing in slow torturing circles.
“..nnh..- fuck-! Zanka I’m..- comin-“
Zanka only responded by speeding up his movements, and silencing the upcoming moan by catching Jabbers lips in another kiss.
And suddenly, Zanka felt Jabber tense, and go lax against him. He came all over Zanka’s hand. It felt warm and sticky— what the hell did Zanka just do?! Why did he do that!?
“Shoot- are you okay? I-“
“Damn… yourfuckin amazing…”
Oh.
Oh.
What was going on? Why did Zanka like that? Why did he feel something from his comment? This whole thing was probably just a quickie with some stranger at a party for Jabber. So why did Zanka feel so… special to him? This was all so... different. It was as if something, or a certain emotion, took over Zanka...
“Was… it.. good..?”
“Hell yeah.. perfect.”
Damn.
Zanka felt himself harden just from hearing those words perfect, not from anybody, but.. strangely, Jabber.
Interrupting his thoughts, the two turned their heads to the door at the sound of a knock.
“Hello? Someone in here? Open up man! You’ve been hoggin’ the bathroom for a while!”
Well.. I guess thats one way to move on from whatever… this was. Zanka quickly washed his hands while Jabber lazily zipped his pants back up. The both of them picked up their jackets from the ground before finally opening the door.
“Sorry, we were.. Busy.” Zanka said with a quiet embarrassment simmering somewhere underneath.
“Whatever dude! Get out, I gotta use the bathroom!” And with that, the random person rushed in the bathroom to do his… business.
“So.. Mr. Nijiku… you gonna contact me later?” Jabber asked as he leaned against Zankas shoulder.
“What? Why should I?- And why are you talking so casually-”
“Aw, pretty mean for someone who just made me cum all over their hand… You wont even call me once?”
“Give me your damn phone idiot.” Zanka grumbled out in annoyance.
In a moment, Zankas phone number was now in Jabbers phone.
“Im not someone who really does flings, so if you're in it for that. Dont bother callin or textin me.” Zanka spoke, his tone low and flat.
“Says you, someone who just made me cu-”
“OKAY OKAY- You dont have to say it again!”
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When the party ended, Jabber and Zanka went their separate ways back home. On the way back to his apartment, Zanka pulled out his phone to check if he missed any notifications.
scixxorGrl: “HOW WAS THE PARTY FOR YALLL”
3R_do: “CRAZY. Saw some dude hurl on the ground!”
L0vely_assist4ff: “it was actually kinda fun..”
Zanka turned his phone off after sending that text despite the new incoming notifications swarming in, probably random stuff from Rudo and Riyo about the party. He continued walking to his apartment as normal. Entering the building, walking to the elevator, seeing Jabber,- wait… JABBER!?
Zankas eyes caught on a familiar figure infront the elevators. Jabber. Zanka never seen him in the building before, so he was confused. Jabber seemed to also be waiting for an elevator, as if he lived here or something.
Zanka walked up to him. “Jabber? Why are you here?”
He looked over to Zanka, his eyes lighting up almost instantly. Like a dying fire being kickstarted once again by fuel.
“You comin here to stalk me?” Jabber teased jokingly.
“What?- I live here, and answer my question already!”
“I also live here too genius.”
Jabber lived here? The same apartment building as Zanka? For how long? When did he move in? Did Jabber know about Zanka already? These were the questions that he wanted to ask, but couldnt, since it would seem extremely invasive, and at least for Zanka, would be quite uncomfortable questions to answer.
“I see…”
Zanka ended with the conclusion in his mind that the reason he’d never seen Jabber around before was because Zanka literally never left his room, and spent most days cooped up in his room, either studying or on his phone. Along with his unhealthy addiction with takeout.
The two continued slightly awkwardly standing in silence for the elevators. Once they arrived, they both stepped in. Zanka reached over to the buttons of the shaft to press number 7, but was met with Jabbers finger instead, which was already over the 7th floor option. No way…
“Your apartments on the 7th floor?”
“Yeah, I'm guessing you too?”
“Yeah… seriously how have I never noticed you yet?” Zanka said out of pure surprisement at his own density, just confused on how unaware he is of his surroundings.
“Owch~” Jabber wasn’t actually hurt by what Zanka said, just found the whole thing funny as hell.
Room 712
Room 713
really. This had to be some joke. Zanka was an idiot. They were neighbors, and he’d never once talked with or even seen Jabber. What a fool.
“Sleep tight Zanzan~” Jabber said with a teasing tone before walking into his room.
After he shut the door, Zanka sighed. Well, things were more complicated. This all started off as a dare, and he planned on just forgetting what happened. But now? Zanka was forced to acknowledge Jabber, which meant that what happened at the party would definitely becoming something… deeper.
Zanka trudged over to his bed, and collapsed into it. He was done thinking for the day, and was exhausted. No more worrying about the future, nor Jabber, just sleep and rest in his sweet sweet bed. Zanka slowly shut his eyes, letting himself fall into a deep rest.
Zanka curled against his pillow as he snuggled deeper into his multiple layers of blankets to drift peacefully off to sleep.. Throughout the night, all he dreamed about was Jabber. Usually, Zanka never dreamed. And if he did? They were all nightmares, mostly of his past family life. But right now, it was something incredibly different.
Morning came quickly, sunlight uncomfortably hitting Zanka right in the face, forcing him awake. Zanka usually was awake early in the morning, the time he woke frequently being around 6AM to 8AM, but despite this, he was definitely NOT a morning person.
Zanka grumbled to himself as he slowly got out of bed, and forced himself to go to the bathroom to get ready for the upcoming day. Zanka brushed his teeth, washed his face, got dressed in nice but comfy clothes, and was ready to begin his day.
He opened his phone to see… 1 new notification
Zanka clicked on the text message.
clawz_: “good mornin~”
Why was he texting him a good morning message? And what was up with the little squiggly mark at the end? Zanka could already imagine the exact teasing tone Jabber stained in the message he sent.
L0vely_assist4ff: “good morning. Sleep well?”
Zanka felt incredibly awkward. He wasn’t bad at it, but wasn’t the best at making new “friends” or starting conversations well on his own, but things weren’t bad yet, so who cares?
clawz_: “you sound like you got a stick up your ass”
L0vely_assist4ff: “fuck off.”
-knock knock-
Someone was at the door. Zanka groaned to himself, he had just woken up, he didn’t want to get up to open the door. After a minute, Zanka finally forced himself up and composed himself before opening the door with a polite smile.
“Hello, do you need- JABBER?”
Jabber stood at the door with a smug expression. Damn he was cute.
“Hey, got room for two in there as well?” Jabber asked while already pushing past zanka to walk in.