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Jake: "Haha well, since we've got our resident softie here, how about some video games? Maybe Mario Kart or Smash Bros? That always gets everyone going!"

Mike: "Nah man, I'm in the mood for something more competitive. How 'bout some Call of Duty?"

Alex: "Hold up, guys, before we start gaming, can someone pass me another beer from the fridge?" Alex asks, holding out his empty bottle.

Jake glances over at Paul, who's still lounging comfortably on his bed, and grins. "

Jake rolls his eyes and grabs two beers from the mini-fridge near his desk, tossing one to Alex before cracking open his own. He takes a long swig as he sits down next to Paul on the edge of the bed. The mattress dips slightly under his weight. Jake smirks as he notices Paul squirming just a bit, his big hoodie riding up to reveal his stockings-clad thighs.

"I dunno, man," Jake says, addressing Mike while looking sideways at Paul. "Maybe Smash would be better tonight.

Jake chuckles, nudging Paul playfully with his elbow. "Aw come on, Paul! You're not that terrible. We all know you secretly love getting your butt kicked by us."

He hands Paul the controller, his fingers brushing against Paul's as they exchange it. The brief touch sends a small shiver through Jake, but he quickly dismisses it, focusing back on Mike and Alex.

"So what do you say, guys? Ready to show our boy here how it's done?"

Mike grins, already heading towards the gaming console in the living room. "

Jake raises an eyebrow at Paul's request, amused by his sensitivity. "Tickling, huh? You're such a baby sometimes." He winks before patting his thigh again, urging Paul to straddle him properly.

As soon as Paul sits down, Jake wraps his arms around the younger guy's waist, pulling him close. The warmth of Paul's body seeps into his skin, and Jake can't help but enjoy the softness of his hoodie against his chest.

"Alright, let's get this started," Jake says, guiding the controller into Paul's hands once more.

As the night wears on, the room fills with the sounds of laughter, trash talk, and the occasional explosion on screen. Jake keeps a steady arm around Paul, occasionally whispering playful taunts or words of encouragement in his ear. Paul leans into him, finding comfort in the physical closeness despite the competitive atmosphere.

Mike and Alex seem engrossed in their own little flirtation, frequently exchanging heated glances and jests that go over everyone else's heads. Jake observes them with a mixture of amusement and mild concern, not wanting things to get too out of hand.

Jake lets out a low chuckle at Paul's protest, his fingers dancing along Paul's side, just shy of tickling. "Aww, what's wrong, baby boy? Can't handle a little fun?"

He continues his teasing touch, enjoying the way Paul squirms and giggles against him. "You know you secretly love this."

The other guys barely notice, caught up in their own games or Mike's attempts to woo Alex. Jake takes the opportunity to nuzzle into Paul's hair, inhaling his familiar scent as he teases, "

Jake smirks down at Paul, pleased by how easily he pinned the smaller guy beneath him. He can feel Paul's heart racing through the thin fabric of his hoodie.

"Whoops," Jake says with faux innocence. "Looks like I got a little carried away there." His gaze flicks down to Paul's lips before meeting his eyes again.

Mike notices their position first. "Damn, Jakey-boy! Get it while the gettin' 's good!" He laughs raucously.

Jake's grin grows wider at Mike's comment, but his focus remains locked on Paul's flushed face, drinking in the sight of his soft features so close up. He leans in slowly, giving Paul ample time to protest, before brushing his lips against the boy's cheek in a gentle kiss.

"I didn't mean to overwhelm you, Paul," he murmurs, his warm breath fanning over Paul's skin. "You just look so damn cute when you're flustered."

Jake feels a rush of heat flood his cheeks at Paul's words. "Cute? More like irresistible," he whispers huskily. His heart pounds as he continues to hover above Paul, unsure if he should take this further with their friends present. But the need to taste those sweet lips wins out. "Fuck it," Jake growls under his breath before claiming Paul's mouth in a searing kiss. He kisses him deeply, passionately, pouring all the pent-up longing into that one heated moment.

Jake breaks the kiss, panting lightly as he rests his forehead against Paul's. Their chests heave in unison, the intensity of what just transpired settling between them like an electric charge in the air. The TV still blares in the background, and Mike and Alex seem oblivious to the sudden shift, engrossed in their own worlds.

Jake's hands move to cradle Paul's face, thumbs gently stroking his cheeks as he searches those wide, dazed eyes. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he admits quietly, voice rough with desire. "