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hivemuthur · 7 hours ago

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The Game of Spin The Bottle

viktorxfemale!reader and also viktorxjayce and viktorxeveryone and everyonexeveryone (mature? I guess)

word count: 2,6K

summary: Lol, the way I've lied to you. Upon an utterly unpopular demand (like, two people asked), I present to you a tiny spin-off of The Game of Teaching Body in which Hale kisses Jayce, and basically everyone kisses everyone. Because no reason.

author's note: I have nothing to justify this. I wrote this for shits and giggles. Please don't ask me to write part two :')

cross posted on AO3

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Well, this was just severely unlucky. It looked like the entirety of Uni had decided to desert for the long weekend, and the last people standing were Mel, Jayce, Sue, Hale, Viktor, and you. Utterly bored, overstudied, and understimulated, with vast empty spaces of common rooms to occupy, you bothered yourself with card and board games.

Mel and Jayce were scrolling through their phones, showing each other where their classmates had dared to go on a trip and occasionally scoffing. Sue had left around twenty minutes ago after saying, “Ugh, I’ll be right back,” and Hale was splayed on a couch, reading a romance novel, giggling whenever a smut chapter appeared.

You didn’t mind that much, having beaten Viktor in beggar-my-neighbour three times already and counting.

"Alright, this anomaly is against all laws of statistics. You have to be cheating," he sighed when you snatched a stack of cards for yourself, leaving him with barely five in his hand. "We should play rummy. I would positively destroy you in rummy."

"Keep telling yourself that, love," you chirped, shuffling your victory pile. "There is no way to cheat in this game. What was I saying, thank God you’re pretty, right?"

"You will pay for this. Just you wait," he smirked, placing another losing card on the table. And you just sighed, shaking your head, knowing that another round of naked chess was imminent and that you were, in fact, going to pay for this.

"Oh, you are such a sore loser, Viktor. Just bow to my admirable war game tactics. Maybe you were not made for the battlefield, and that’s alright. Just as I said," you mused, covering his two with your four and swiping it off the table. "Thank God you are pretty."

"Guys, a hand?" came Sue’s voice from where she had gotten stuck in the swing door.

Jayce, ever the gentleman, scrambled up from between Mel’s knees on the armchair and rushed to hold it open for Sue.

"Sue, what is this?" he asked with a chuckle, seeing her trotting carefully through the room.

"Drinks. And a bottle. I’m fed up with this morbid time-wasting. We are playing a game," she announced in a tone that would meet no objections.

She placed a tray of six glasses, a bottle of vodka, Coke, and another bottle—an empty one—on the floor between the pieces of lounge set you were all occupying.

"Another game? I might just sit that one out," Viktor winced, having lost his fourth round of beggar-my-neighbour to you.

"Oh, poor Viktor, are you afraid you’re going to lose again?" Mel snickered, her attention caught by Sue’s determined expression. "What are we playing, Sue? Flanks?"

"No. Spin the bottle."

The whine that echoed across the room was deafening.

"Oh, come on, guys. I am so freakin’ bored I will bite my hand off. And"—she lifted her finger and lowered her eyes to the shot glasses—"I am touch-starved."

"Sue, I can give you a kiss if you miss Alice, you know?" you snorted, catching the terror in Viktor’s eyes.

He looked something between deep horror and exasperation, throwing you pleading glances as if to say, Please save me.

“Well, I’m already drunk, so I am obviously in,” Hale sang, waving around his flask. “Never pass the opportunity to kiss my lovely wife.” He rose from the couch and placed a loud peck on the top of your head. And even though he was an image of unwavering composure, you knew how Hale’s heart had jumped at this chaotic idea. Havoc wrecker.

“Eh, what the hell. Let’s do something stupid. But we need some ground rules for that, I think,” Mel shrugged, taking control of the situation. “Everyone gets to veto one person with no questions attached. If you veto twice, you’re out. We don’t tell anyone about it, and we don’t get upset if someone doesn’t want to kiss us. Cheeks don’t count, but a peck on the mouth does. All in favour?” She chanted, raising her hand to seal the vow.

Three hands shot up. Yours joined, timidly, accompanied by an apologetic smile you threw to Viktor.

He scrunched his brows, looked around, and, feeling five pairs of judgmental eyes on him, relented. “Fine. But I need more than one drink for that.”

Sue clapped her hands and opened the bottles. The group settled on the floor in a circle. Hale took over bartender duty while the rest just chuckled awkwardly at each other.

“Are you sure about this?” Viktor whispered, leaning into your ear, his hand searching yours for a reassuring squeeze.

“Since when are you a prude?” you smiled, but seeing his expression serious, you added, “Unless you don’t want to do it, or you don’t want me to do it, which is absolutely fine in both cases,” you muttered, suddenly unsure, only to be met with a cackle.

“Eh, I’ve done worse,” Viktor shot you an innocent look and laughed again upon seeing your feigned shocked face. “Just please, don’t kiss Jayce with a tongue if you get to it.”

“Oh, no worries,” you said, brushing hair away from his forehead and kissing his cheek. “Just please, do kiss Jayce with a tongue if you get to it,” you whispered into his ear and chuckled, watching a red blush rapidly creep up his neck.

One of the rules invented along the way was that everyone had to be at least two drinks deep to start. So the first part of the afternoon passed between jokes and snickering at each other, while Sue complained about Alice not being around. Come as it may, the initial originator was the last one to down her glass, and it only happened under Hale’s hastening comments.

“Alright, calm down! Jesus, and I thought I had a problem,” Sue rolled her eyes, drinking the remnants of a disgustingly warm cocktail of vodka and Coke. “The youngest starts?”

Met with shrugs, she sat up on her ankles and gave the first spin. Six held breaths and approximately two seconds later, the bottle neck pointed at Mel, and Jayce couldn’t help a quiet “yes” slipping from his mouth. He immediately covered it with his hand and let out an awkward cough, but Mel noticed.

“I hope you’re happy that I’m kissing your girlfriend—not because I’m not kissing you,” Sue deadpanned, giving him a bored glance. But Jayce was already nodding at the first part, so all was good.

“Alright, let’s break some ice.” Mel smiled at Sue, propped herself on one hand, the other reaching for Sue’s chin, and pressed a loud, affectionate peck to her lips. “Any notes?” she asked, still holding Sue by the jaw.

Sue blinked, gulped, and chuckled awkwardly. “No notes.”

The group laughed, and Jayce looked so overjoyed, Mel had to elbow his ribs to make him stop grinning. “Get a hold of yourself, we’re just starting.”

Jayce muttered a quiet apology but kept giggling all the way through—until Mel’s spin landed on Viktor. She gave him a questioning look, which bounced off him and landed on you.

“Uh, okay? I mean, no notes?” You were actually fascinated by how this was going to go, so you really had no objections. And Viktor seemed unbothered enough. Mel’s eyes turned to Jayce, who was clearly calculating something in his head.

“Honey?” Mel prompted, and Jayce shook his head.

“Are you kidding? Make him squirm, baby.” He patted her thigh and shot a dark, devilish grin toward Viktor, making him clasp a hand to his forehead.

Mel nodded and stood, her legs already a bit wobbly from the alcohol. She stepped through the middle of the cursed circle and crouched beside Viktor, who was leaning against the couch with his legs spread behind you. She cupped his face and pressed her mouth to his. Timid at first—but Viktor wouldn’t lose this duel. No hands involved on his side, he simply leaned into the kiss and swept his tongue across Mel’s lip, giving her a gentle nib. She gasped and withdrew, still holding his face.

“Not bad,” she said, trying to sound unbothered, but it came out too breathy.

Viktor smiled. “I know. And who’s squirming now, Jayce?” he shot back.

Jayce raised his hands in defeat. The only one squirming was him.

You watched the entire scene, utterly bewildered, and wondered if this was what it looked like when Viktor was kissing you. Not bad, indeed.

You didn’t have to wonder for long, because Viktor’s spin landed on you. The way his lips clashed against yours—complete with gross moans and smacking sounds—made Sue look away. His hands had already found your waist before you even glanced away from the bottle, pulling you in, making a clear point of how much he was going to be holding back with everyone else.

“Am I your favourite or something?” you grinned when he finally pulled away.

“Something like that,” he muttered, ignoring the outraged whines in the background. “Seems like it’s your turn?”

It was. And when you spun—reluctantly, because Viktor’s kiss had already made your evening—the neck pointed at Jayce.

“You’re lucky I’m not a vengeful prick,” Jayce smirked at Viktor before crawling toward you on all fours and planting three loud, innocent pecks on your mouth. You burst out laughing on the third one, and Jayce added another, this time on your nose, just for good measure.

Breaths were held again when Jayce’s spin landed on Hale, who tucked an imaginary strand of hair behind his ear, playing coy.

“Mr. Tallis. I thought you’d never ask,” he batted his eyelashes. “Unless… you still get to veto, I’ll remind you.”

“Bollocks, no way!” Jayce exclaimed, visibly offended, but he didn’t move from his spot. “Mel, any objections?” He turned to his girlfriend, who just patted his cheek and sang, “I’d sooner die than veto this, honey.”

Jayce shrugged, waiting for Hale to make the next move. Hale shook his head and rose to his feet. “I see, you’ll make me do all the work,” he mused, stepping carefully between the mess of legs and glasses. He knelt next to Jayce, cupped his face, and hummed, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you,” earning himself wild howls from everyone and an obscene red blush on Jayce’s cheeks.

And when they finally kissed, the group fell silent. Hale took a deep breath and pressed Jayce’s face into his as if he were his long-lost lover—ever the showman. Jayce allowed himself to be kissed, Mel allowed her boyfriend to be kissed, and both you and Viktor watched with wide eyes, chins propped on your hands. Sue peeked through her fingers, holding back squeals.

It lasted for an eternity before Hale finally disconnected his mouth (and tongue) from Jayce’s, and Jayce whimpered—then immediately clapped a hand over his mouth.

“Mr. Tallis, you are delectable,” Hale declared, caressing Jayce’s cheek and glancing discreetly at Mel, just to check if she minded. She didn’t. He moved back to his spot gracefully, leaving Jayce stunned and red all the way from his neck to the tips of his ears.

“And who, I wonder, will be next?” he mused, twisting the bottle, clearly pleased with his performance.

You almost yelled an undignified “yes” when his spin pointed at Viktor. And Viktor’s breath hitched.

“Shit,” he muttered, scratching the nape of his neck. Jayce giggled, delighted that karma had arrived so swiftly.

“Veto?” Hale asked, his tone challenging.

That was enough for Viktor to recompose himself and smirk. “Never. Show me what you’ve got.”

With the same deliberate movement as before, Hale stood, crossed the circle, and knelt next to Viktor. This time, he brushed his thumb over Viktor’s lip instead of cupping his face. And Viktor waited.

Until Hale’s mouth touched his.

That was when Viktor cupped Hale’s face and pulled him closer. The kiss was slow, hot, with tongue and all. Their noses pressed together, mouths smacking, teeth grazing each other’s lips. And watching two of your favourite boys kiss as if they were alone in the room made you clench your thighs together. Ugh, that’s new.

Before Hale could pull away, Viktor bit his lip, earning a low, guttural chuckle.

Hale took a deep breath and glanced over at Mel. “I second Miss Medarda. Not bad.” He stood, brushing his hand against Viktor’s cheek. “Though if I were to pick… Jayce, you are my favourite.” He smiled with all of his teeth and sent a wink in Jayce’s direction.

Poor Jayce had just gotten rid of his blush, and it came rushing back.

You sat with your eyes glued to Viktor’s lips, your own mouth hanging open. When he noticed, he shot you a glance.

“What?”

“N-nothing,” you stuttered, blushing. Thank fucking God everyone was a deep shade of red—save for Mel, who somehow managed to keep her dignity intact, idly playing with Jayce’s hair, a happy smile dancing on her lips.

When Viktor spun again, it took all the remnants of your composure not to throw yourself back onto the floor screaming.

It fucking pointed at Jayce.

And it was both heaven and hell for you.

They both laughed, shoulders shaking, hands clasped to their foreheads.

“Should we veto?” Jayce asked. “I’m not sure the girls will survive this,” he wheezed, glancing at your pained expression.

Viktor seized the opportunity and pressed a small peck to your temple. “Don’t worry, lásko, you are my favourite,” he barely breathed in between laughs—right as you smacked his chest.

Then, without further ado, he just went ahead and kissed Jayce.

And it wasn’t as hot as either of them with Hale, but when your eyes met Mel’s across the room, you knew you were both thinking the exact same thing.

Viktor and Jayce kissed like people who had already kissed in the past.

And for some weird reason, it made your stomach flutter.

No introductions, no hesitation—just tongues dancing and chests pressed together. Jayce’s hands in Viktor’s hair. Viktor’s hands on Jayce’s waist. Hot.

After another round of unhinged chuckles and drinks, you were all drunk enough to just keep playing until everyone had been evenly kissed. Lucky Sue got to kiss everyone—sometimes more than once—so when Viktor, by now thoroughly intoxicated, asked if she had any special requests for him, she clamped a hand over his mouth and yelled, “Veto!”

By the time the alcohol had run dry, and everyone was kissed out, you helped Viktor scramble up from the floor and passed him his cane with a smirk. The group exchanged warm goodbyes, swearing on your lives never to speak of this night again before heading off in different directions.

You followed Viktor to his room without a word, trotting obediently behind him. Seeing your red face, he cast you a sideways glance.

“Haven’t you had enough for one evening?”

“Please, don’t tease me—I am barely holding it together,” you let out a breathy chuckle and wrapped your arms around Viktor’s waist, utterly defeated. “I think I like watching you kiss boys, Viktor,” you whispered into his ear, wincing at your own embarrassment.

“Oh? Well, I like watching you kiss girls, I must admit. But I generally like watching you… doing whatever,” he smirked, sweeping his tongue across your mouth. “Would you like to… explore the topic further?”

“Maybe. But ask me when I’m sober,” you quipped, covering your face with your hand. “For now, all I want to explore is you.”

Viktor didn’t need to be told twice. He jingled the keys to his room in front of your eyes and hastily unlocked the door.

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