he instant the solo cup was pushed into Killua's hands, Gon pulled him off to the side to make room for more customers. The cup was so full, a splash of it sloshed onto the cement. Killua cursed and put his lips to the rim just to relieve a little of it to stop it from overflowing. One sip, though, had him melting a little.

This. This was his kind of drink.

"Good?" Gon said, a hand against the wall as Killua nodded, the sweet, sweet coconut on his tongue. "Good. 'Cause after you finish that, we're dancing the entire night."

"Oh really?" Killua droned, rolling his eyes. "Since when did we decide that?"

"Since you gave me a hard on just watching you on the dance floor," he said.

Killua snorted. He dragged his eyes back to Gon, but Gon merely raised his eyebrows at Killua. The heat from dancing flooded to his cheeks. "Oh, you're serious," Killua huffed, voice cracking. He cleared his throat.

"I'm serious about the dancing. Kind of kidding about the hard on," Gon said, shifting his weight to his other foot. Killua instinctively looked down, only to snap his eyes back up after his eyes honed in on Gon's crotch. Gon grinned. "Kind of kidding."

Before Killua's head could implode, he was interrupted by Machi appearing at his side. He sighed in relief at the distraction.

Machi held a hand out to him, so he shook it as she said, "I take it you know this superstar then."

"Uh, yeah, we... met through Zushi," Killua said, glancing at Gon.

Gon offered a sweet smile and said, "We're gym buddies."

Machi let out a loud laugh and nodded, "Yeah, right, 'gym buddies'. Anyway, you really know how to move."

"Th-Thanks, I guess," Killua stammered, eyes wide. He hid his embarrassment behind the rim of his cup as Machi asked for his name.

Zushi answered for her. "Killua Zoldyck, at your service. I'm Zushi."

"Otherwise known as my dear, sweet Zushi Roll," Gon chimed in, eyes closed with a content smile on his face. He crossed his arms and tipped his shoulder against the wall as Machi raised an eyebrow at him.

"We're roommates," Zushi explained.

"Ah, that explains it then," she hummed. She produced her phone from the pocket on the side of her leggings and, unlocking it, held it out to him. "Well, in case we don't see each other again tonight, text me sometime. And Killua—It's 'Killua', right?—You should hit me up sometime. I'm part of a hiphop group on campus and honestly we just scout the frat parties for recruits. Think of it as a weekly Zumba class but more raunchy."

"Oh, no, I don't dance," Killua said.

They all stared at him like he just blurted out a blatant lie. He didn't know how else to explain that dancing wasn't something he practiced frequently. He was partly homeschooled most of his life and, in high school, his university classes didn't exactly warrant school dances. The only experience he had was with Illumi at house parties.

Machi put her phone up to Killua's face as soon as Zushi was done with it. Killua sighed and tapped his username into her contacts.

She ended with a plastic smile on her doll-like face and said, "Perfect. I'm sure I'll see you three around again."

"Hey, what about my snapchat?" Gon whined. He pulled his phone out from his back pocket and brought up his code.

Machi sighed and took a picture of it. "Not really interested in football players, no offense."

"I'll be whatever you want me to be," Gon said.

Machi flicked him in the forehead before making her escape. Gon slapped a hand over the spot with a moan of agony that sounded obscenely orgasmic. A few people looked in their direction as Zushi slapped a hand over his face to cover his embarrassment up.

When Gon recovered, Killua finished off his Malibu with a few last gulps. He could start to taste the dense alcohol in the back of his throat like cough syrup. After tossing the cup, Gon grabbed him by the hand and started dragging him to the stairs.

They cruised past the football guys as Killua cried, "Where are we going?!"

Gon leapt up one step before turning around to say, "We made a deal—Dancing!"

Killua staggered after him, muttering, "Right, dancing."

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By midnight, Gon asked if he wanted another drink. Killua's entire body felt like Gon's hands had been there, done that. It settled in his stomach and twisted his guts into perfect little bows and each tug buzzed in his skull and stirred his brains into a fluffy, foaming concoction of pure bliss. Gon fetched him another Malibu and coke, and when he returned, Killua could be found on the window sill bench over everyone's heads. He chugged the drink and chucked the cup into the crowd where it nailed someone in the ponytail and ricochetted to the alcohol-soaked floor.

By one in the morning, 'dancing' left their radar.

Gon asked if he wanted a tour of the frat house, which, of course, he couldn't pass up.

It would take more than two cups of Malibu to put Killua out of commission. His head felt like cotton, though—if cotton crackled with electricity, maybe. He couldn't put the proper words to it, but it felt like the way the skin on his spine felt where Gon had his hand on the small of Killua's back.

They passed the living room balcony as Gon bypassed all of the closed rooms, naming off the guys who lived in them. Killua wasn't paying much attention—what he was paying attention to, though, was Gon's profile as they walked. Gon, with his full head of black hair and sharp, defined hairline. Those cute fucking ears. God. It just made Killua so mad looking at them. He wanted to wring Gon's perfect neck for defying normal.

They went to the third floor of the frat where, at the first door on the left, Gon pushed it open. It was dark inside until Gon flipped on the switch and said, "This is Knuckle's room."

Killua hesitated to step over the threshold, but then Gon was walking in and holding the door open for him. He leant in, eyes scanning over the movie posters on the walls, the somewhat-made bed, and the open closet door on the far side of the room. Used towels were strewn over the hanger hooks on the door, but for the most part, the place was clean. There was a narrow window at the far side of the room overlooking the street behind the frat's parking lot.

"So this is the room of a quarterback. I'd say I'm impressed, but I'm really not," Killua said with a laugh, turning back around. The door was closed and Gon was standing right there.

Killua sucked in a sharp breath. Gon's eyes lifted up to meet his own, hardly wavering. When Killua exhaled, he wondered if Gon could smell the coconut, or maybe the bubblegum from his toothpaste several hours prior before he ever dared hope to be alone in a bedroom with Gon Freecss.

Gon's eyes drifted down and Killua followed the motion of Gon swallowing hard before Gon cleared his throat and said, "What do you want me to do?" He was staring at Killua's lips, he fucking knew it.

Killua licked his bottom lip just to get a hint. The flutter of Gon's eyelids was enough.

"To kiss me," Killua said.

It was all the prompting Gon needed. Gon's hands drifted up to capture the sides of Killua's face, his thumbs brushing against the corners of his mouth before he pushed in and sealed their lips together. Killua responded with his mouth open, a completely unintentional, but maybe intentional, moan spilling from his mouth to Gon's over the edge of his tongue laving into Gon's mouth.

The breath in Gon's chest left him with a shudder that Killua felt against his chest and the hands he splayed on Gon's exposed abdomen. His skin was hot and trembling as he pushed forward and caught Killua between the wall and his body, Gon's lips heavy against his own. They moved with an unrefined rhythm but by God, Gon had practice and damn, it showed. Killua soothed his lips against Gon's, closing them with an audible sucking sound against Gon's bottom lip. He tipped his head, breathing in sharply so he could go in for more and feel Gon's heady breath panting against him.

Killua pushed away from the wall. His hands splayed over Gon's defined and completely illegal ass. Gon stepped back, following Killua's lead with one hand leaving Killua's face, the other hooking on the back of his neck. When Gon's legs hit the bed, he braced his hand on the comforter and fell back.

Killua cursed, breathless and climbing between Gon's legs with his tongue tingling and all but numb in his mouth. He crushed his lips to Gon's again, punctuating it with a long, slow kiss that Gon leaned into when he pulled away. Something fluttered in his chest as the sight of Gon's red lips and bright eyes trained on him.

He was in charge.

And then, all at once, he remembered where the hell they were.

Killua pushed himself up onto his hands, his bangs falling over his eye as he said, "I am not sucking you off on Knuckle Bine's bed. Fuck that."

Gon pushed up to his elbows. He put a hand on Killua's shoulder and, legs hooked around Killua's thighs, flipped them. Killua bounced on the mattress as Gon said, "I'd suck you off anywhere."

Killua raised an eyebrow at him. "In your friend's bed? No thanks."

Gon sat back on his heels and slapped his hands on his thighs, completely framing the prominent bulge in his jeans that Killua was now staring at. "Well, yeah, duh. It's what friends do."

"I'm telling Zushi on you," Killua pledged.

"Zushi has top bunk. As if I'm going through that extra effort," Gon said.

Zushi.

Killua bolted up with a curse. "Fuck, I left Zushi at the party. Shit—FUCK, Freecss!"

Gon stilled him with a hand on his crotch. Killua flopped back, the breath completely knocked out of him. Gon squeezed gently, but to his sensitive skin, it felt more like a viselike grip. Killua trembled with another curse, hissing out, "As if I wasn't already hard."

Gon leant over him with that devilish smile and said, "Let me take care of you. Then you can go find Zushi."

As if Killua would say no to that face.

Killua breathed out a needy moan and said, "Fuck yes—I mean, no—You can't just ask me that when your hand is on my dick. I'm not rational right now."

It physically pained him to say it. He grimaced as Gon let go of him, grunting with the effort to sit up when his joggers were rubbing up against him and his boxers felt too tight. He knew it was the right thing to say, but that didn't make it any fun. In the end, it was better to not jizz his pants before going to hunt Zushi down.

He pulled Gon back down with a fist on the buttons of his ruffled shirt. He kissed the concern off of Gon's face. When he pulled away, Gon's lip between his teeth, he looked and saw the tension in Gon's brow had vanished. He let go with a grin before he pushed off of the bed.

He shoved Gon back by the shoulder and said, "See you later."