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Ship: Nogla harem

Top(s): Team 6

Bottom: Nogla

AU: Team 6

Setting: Mall

Type: Fluff

Warning ⚠️: The chapter that you're about to read contains swearing, staring, threatening, mention of sexual themes and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised.

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Third pov -

Attractiveness.

What exactly was attractiveness? In the eyes of many, what was determined as attractive?

Well, grammer and colleagues have identified eight 'pillars' of beauty. Youthfulness, symmetry, averageness, sex-hormone markers, body odor, motion, skin complexion and hair texture.

And according to study, facial features. Facial features and facial symmetry are the most important determinants of physical attractiveness.

By science, attractiveness was determined by all kinds of factors.

But in this case... Team 6 didn't give a shit. Why? Because they knew they were attractive.

They weren't entirely symmetrical, they weren't very average, their clothing wasn't basic, their motion and skin complexion were completely unique and they knew that.

But they were very attractive.

They didn't only know this because they were confident enough to decide so, but also because society decided that as well.

Wherever they went, there was girls left and right checking them out, looking back at them twice and swooning over them. Even if most of these people didn't even know that they were influencers.

They had their own kinds of unique features that made them physically attractive.

Evan, was a buff Asian Canadian. His features were just simply too breath taking to question twice about his attractiveness. His hair was chin length and wavy, and his smile was bright enough to make someone fall head over heels instantly.

Brian, was short, yes. But what he lacked in height, he gave in his attitude. His cocky demeanor and flirty personality was beyond something to fluster about. Not to mention his sharp lustful eyes and his sociable chatter.

Marcel, was smart and kind. A lot gentler than the rest of the six. He could make anyone laugh with a simple dad joke, and somehow pull it off without a quirk. His cheeky comments may come of as rude sometimes, but who could be mad at someone with such an innocent grin?

Tyler was the scary one. Sure scary as in intimidating, but also scary as in scary hot. He was insensitive, yes. And he was so very inconsiderate and selfish at even more times. But it was his stern, firm and dominant look that really got the women going.

Jon, was alternative. Many never found the alt type to be very...immature or 'not in the right time'. But regardless, his dark style and obnoxious behavior said otherwise. Catching attention of anyone who liked the fashion. In other words, vampire lovers. Especially the stans of Twilight loved him. He just screamed Edward Cullen.

These five were very used to the attention they got. And in fact, they loved it. They loved it more than when they got their first million on YouTube.

They've delt with the gazes for years. Even before they met eachother, they received glances here and there.

But now together, they got eyes on them like the were top famous celebrities now. They liked it.

However, they've gotten these eyes for a very long time. At this stage, they didn't really care for them. Of course, they still flirted with anyone who looked their way. Not because they liked to play with the feelings of these women, but because it was fun to watch them stutter and stumble over their own words.

Even when they weren't flirting, girls still swooned and fought over them. Though, the guys never were really looking for any relationship.

The prying eyes they got were fun to mess with, and they liked to play around every once in a while. Wether that be a hookup or just to see the reactions.

Today was no less. The men had gathered around in a small diner. It wasn't one of their usual spots, because they wanted to try someplace new today.

However, something wasn't right. Something was off. Out of...place.

The guys got stares yes. It was a routine at this point for them to receive eyes wherever they went, but this time, they weren't the only ones.

Nogla, their sixth member, received looks as well.

To be honest, they never seemed to care if each other got looks, because they were sorta self centered and only payed mind to the looks they themselves got.

However not a day in their life of knowing eachother, have they ever seen any ladies look at Nogla the way they looked at the guys.

If anything, he wasn't very popular with girls. He was openly gay, so there was that. But that's not what was throwing them off today.

What was throwing them off, was that he was receiving stares just like them.

But they weren't women. They were men.

None of the guys have ever registered wether or not Nogla would attract attention. Simply because, he wasn't straight, and most people on their city, seemed straight.

But according to all the male eyes in his direction, they were wrong.

If they looked towards the bar, men who were drinking their morning coffee were facing towards him shamelessly, while a few remained somewhat discreet. If they looked towards the booths, different friend groups which consisted of mostly male, were looking his way. If they looked just over to the double date that was going on with two couples near the front doors, both boyfriends seemed to be flickering their eyes over to him. All while still holding their girlfriends' hands.

And Nogla, was all oblivious to this. He had his headphones on as per usual, never really caring to pay attention to whatever the guys had to say. All they did talk about during breakfast was how crappy the new video games have been recently. And Nogla's heard all about it.

Now, he was scrolling on his phone looking through Twitter, laughing every once in a while at a funny video or tweet as he ate his pancakes. Which had a lot more syrup than necessary, and only increased the staring from the way it dripped down his lips.

"I'm not the only one seeing this shit, right?" Jon asked, being the first one to break the long silence that had been going on.

"I thought it was just me." Brian admitted, Tyler snorting in surprise and agreement as he continued to sip on his coffee.

"I'm starting to think it was a bad idea to wander on this side of town now." Evan muttered, having been the one to suggest they drift a bit from their usual hangouts.

"Ya think?" Marcel asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the obviousness.

"Hey, in my defense, I didn't think there was gonna be a ton of gay perverts, alright?" Evan retorted, waving his hand at Marcel as if waving off the situation.

"So what do we do then?" Tyler asked, glancing around at the guys.

Now what were they supposed to do?

The staring was a common thing for them, and up until now they didn't think it was a problem.

Of course, women were sometimes pushy or a bit too flirty for their liking, but they never did anything about it.

The thing was though, none of these men were doing anything like that. All they were doing was staring. It was uncomfortable, yes, but they weren't doing anything bad to Nogla.

But that was the weird part. The guys didn't like it.

Whenever they got stares, or saw eachother getting stared at, they felt nice. Like they were the center of attention, and they liked it.

But here, they didn't like Nogla being the center of attention. Wether it be because he was an introvert and didn't like socializing all that much, or if it was because they were in an unfamiliar area.

They couldn't tell. But what they did know, was that they didn't want people staring at their friend like that. Especially if he didn't know about it.

"Hey uh, we should probably leave. I heard they have a nice ice cream shop not too far from here." Evan perked up, choosing not to awnser Tyler's question aloud, because the people staring, were probably listening too.

"Right. Sounds good." Tyler agreed, not mentioning that it was a bit too early in the morning for an ice cream and just rolling with it.

"Yo, Nogla. Wanna go get some ice cream?" Marcel asked when pulling off the taller's bulky headphones. Nogla straightened up at the words 'ice cream', despite having just eaten a whole family sized pancake doused in sugary syrup.

"Oh ice cream? Sure!" He said excitedly, downing his coffee before he was gathering his stuff just like the others were.

"Uh, waiter! We're done over here." Brian called, pulling out his wallet as the waiter came over at the call.

"Oh, did you all enjoy your food?" He asked in a formal, kind tone. Clasping his hands together as if he didn't know what to do with them.

"It was amazing. Best syrup I've ever tasted." Nogla smiled, deciding that he'd pay the full tip instead of the guys just splitting it.

Well that explained the soaked pancakes.

"Oh was it now? We do make our stuff homemade. Been using the same recipe for decades." The waiter smiled back, dropping his formal act and talking to Nogla in a more casual tone. In fact, his polite posture seemed to drop as well and be replaced by a more comfortable look.

"Really? Family business?" Nogla asked in curiosity, pulling the thirty out of his wallet. It was no surprise Nogla was more talkative with the waiter than usual. Sugar did that to him, and it made him a chatter box.

Still though, the guys were suspicious of the way the waiter kept taking an inch closer to him every few seconds.

"Yup. My great, great grandmother gathered it together and shared it with us for years. It was the only thing that would satisfy my stomach each morning." He grinned, happily taking the money from Nogla. But the guys didn't miss the brush of his fingers tracing over Nogla's wrist and palm.

"Aww, that's lovely and all, but we should really get goin' now." Brian said, smiling at the guy politely as he gently pushed Nogla away from him, separating the two.

"Shame. Come back whenever you feel like tasting our homemade syrup." The waiter said, giving Nogla a wink as the guys hurried to the door, trying their best to not glare at the others watching them.

"Oh, I will!" Nogla waved at him cheerfully, not getting the hookup offer behind the statement at all.

"Well he was nice." Nogla said, sliding his headphones to rest on his shoulders as him and the guys walked down the semi-crowded paths of the mall.

"Yeah. A bit too nice." Jon mumbled, now glaring at any woman and man that looked their way. All of a sudden, he didn't really appreciate the stares he and the guys were getting.

"Anyways, about that ice cream shop?" Nogla asked, grinning down at Marcel who had been the one to offer Nogla. Evan laughed at that, reaching up to ruffle Nogla's fluffy hair.

"You're literally a sugar addict." He commented, earning a scoff in offense.

"No 'm not!" He defended himself, shifting his bag in his hands.

The guys never carried around anything else of a wallet and their phones. But Nogla liked to carry around a purse. Of course, he'd never call it a purse. But he used it for when the guys didn't have anything to put what they got whenever they shopped, so he was always there to carry stuff for them.

Plus, he liked the way it looked and it was good for when he didn't know what to do with his hands. He could just grab onto the strap or mess with the zipper when he was nervous.

"Yes, you are. You literally drank the rest of our Starbucks coffees before we got here." Tyler chuckled. Nogla pouted at that, sending an unheated glare in his taller friend's direction.

"T'ats because Jon paid fer it and I didn't want ta waste his money." He retorted.

"Which, I appreciate." Jon smiled, earning an immediate smile from Nogla.

"See? At least someone agrees wit' me." He huffed in victory, earning laughs and various eye rolls from his friends.

The walk to the ice cream shop was short. It was only a few shops down from the diner, and it was pretty easy to spot. A giant ice cream cone being the dead giveaway.

"Who's paying?" Brian asked, already knowing he didn't have to pay since he already paid for breakfast besides Nogla giving the tip.

"Evan. This was his idea." Marcel pointed out, earning a soft curse from the other.

"Fine, fine, what do ya guys want?" Evan sighed, leading the group up to the counter. Right off the bat, the guy at the register had his eyes glancing between them, before his eyes stopped at Nogla and stuck there. Flicking up and down as a smile slowly started to spread to his face.

Fuck.

"Uh, just wanna vanilla. Don't wanna use all yer money." Nogla said, waving the menu away that Marcel offered to him.

"You sure? I don't really mind anyways." Evan said, glancing at the register guy and swearing that if his smirk grew any wider, he's slap it right off of him.

"Mhm! Simple's good fer me. Plus, we still need ta hit t'at gaming store. I need more Pokémon." He laughed, turning to head for a booth.

"Don't you have enough of those?" Tyler asked, quick to follow in case any men tried to talk to Nogla.

"Says ye." He shot back, jabbing a finger into Tyler's chest. The other laughed at that, swatting his finger away.

"He's right though. We got places to be. Just get us all the same shit." Jon said, shrugging at Evan before him and Marcel were heading with the other two.

"Alright, uh okay. Guess we all wanna vanilla then." Evan said, digging in his back pockets for his wallet.

Brian watched as the guy nodded, quickly typing into his register before leaning over the counter.

"Yup, that's eighteen for ya. By the way, is your friend single?" He asked, holding his hand out as Evan handed the twenty to Brian, moving to put his wallet away.

Brian set the dollar in the guys hand, but when he went to pull back, Brian grabbed his arm and yanked him forward. The guy was practically over the counter and face to face with him.

"All we want are our damn ice creams. If ye so much as try ta talk to our friend, I'll personally cut yer balls off. Yer in, then you're out. No unnecessary chit chat, alright?" He spoke quietly, making sure the guy got the point straight away.

Brian wasn't gonna sit through another meaningless conversation between Nogla and some random worker who wanted in his pants. Not now, not ever.

"Yeah, yeah, totally. One hundred percent dude." The guy responded quickly, scared to make eye contact.

"Great." Brian said, letting go of the guy and letting him have the twenty, before him and Evan were walking over to their friends.

"Protective much." Evan laughed, earning a sigh and roll of Brian's eyes.

"Men are disgusting." He said in defense, only getting a nod of agreement from the other. The two sat into the booth, not making an attempt to interrupt the conversation that was going on between Nogla and Jon.

"All I'm saying, is that Jason Voorhees would win in a fight with Freddy Krueger. That's my point." Jon said, holding his hands up as if he had won the conversation.

"Nu-uh. Freddy would win straight away." Nogla shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest as he folded his legs and leaned back into the booth like a scolding mother.

"And your proof is?" Jon asked, arching a brow. Not thinking that the other hand any hard evidence.

"Because he's hot." Nogla said mater-of-factly, smiling like he won the conversation now. Tyler and Marcel burst out laughing, as Jon just stared at Nogla in total confusion.

"Huh?!" He questioned aggressively, not quite understanding how that made Freddy Krueger stronger than Jason Voorhees.

"He's hot. By default, he wins in my book." Nogla grinned. He knew it didn't really make all that much sense, but he stuck by his opinion.

"Okay, I think we're focusing on the less important thing here." Evan mumbled, Brian instantly humming in agreement.

"Yeah, forget about te two fightin'. In what world is Freddy Krueger hot?" He asked, looking at Nogla in disbelief. Nogla could only laugh, loving the looks of confusion and perplexity on their faces.

"In my world he is. Plus, have ye seen how long his tongue is? T'ats good enough fer me." He smiled, knowing his friends always laughed at sexual humor. And it worked, they were laughing so hard, that other people were starting to stare.

And not the kind that checked them out. The kind that looked at them in concern.

"Oh my God, that's so disgusting." Jon laughed, wiping tears from his eyes. Nogla could only laugh in response, knowing he could continue with his evidence, but also not wanting to further share his weird desire of Freddy Krueger.

"Hey uhm...your vanilla cones." The guy from the front desk said, walking over with a cone holder with six cones.

Brian glanced up at him, shooting him a warning glance. The guy immediately looked away, not saying a word as the others grabbed their ice cream.

"Thanks man." Evan smiled at him. But it wasn't a friendly smile. It was more smug than anything, and it scared the shit out of the guy.

"Yeah, no...no problem." He mumbled, giving them all a tight smile before he was moving back to the front.

"Huh, wonder what his deal is. He looked terrified." Nogla muttered sympathetically, frowning as he watched the guy drag himself back to the counter.

"Eh, probably a rough day. Ye know how mean customer's can be." Brian waved it off, receiving a snort from Evan, but nothing else in response.

"Oh ye're right. I feel bad, should we leave 'em a tip?" Nogla asked, getting gently pushed by Evan towards the front doors.

"Nah, I'm sure he's fine." He brushed it off, sending a knowing grin in Brian's direction. The shorter Irish man could only shrug and eat his ice cream.

The game store was much further away from the small shops than the ice cream one was, so in order to get there, the guys had to walk straight across the mall.

It was a fairly large mall, being local and all. People came here often and it was especially crowded during the late afternoon and just before dinner.

It was just an hour after eleven so people were starting to flood in, but thankfully not as much as usual.

The stares were getting more relentless and it seemed the deeper into the mall they went, the more people didn't care to hide their staring.

The guys didn't care for the stares they got, but more for the stares Nogla got.

Like mentioned before, they haven't really thought that Nogla would get eyes on him. But now that they were faced with the situation, they didn't like it.

It just felt so wrong to them. For Nogla to be walking around and just stalked felt dirty. And even more so that he didn't know he was getting looks. At least the guys knew when they were being admired.

But Nogla was just too stuck in his own little world to notice.

"Hey, how about these? Aren't t'ey cool?" He asked, gesturing up to lenticular art posters. They were Call of Duty posters that changed images when you looked at it from different angles.

The guys thought the art was cool and all, but they didn't respond right away. One reason being, because Nogla was eating his ice cream so sensually. Not his fault that the man enjoyed taking his time with food, but it didn't help that it looked so cute yet so erotic.

Second reason being, that all these other nerds in the game shop were watching him eat his ice cream as well.

Now, average men liked to hide their staring, if not care of getting caught and winking at the person that they found attractive. But nerds and dweebs were a whole different breed.

They tried to hide their staring, but really sucked at it. And when they got caught, they did a horrible job at looking away and seeming like they were looking around casually. It was sad.

And even though Nogla hadn't caught them yet, the guys certainly had. And they didn't like it.

"Cool, yeah. Ya gonna buy it?" Marcel teased, stepping next to Nogla and smirking up at him knowingly. Partly moving next to him to block the view of him from prying eyes, but also to fluster him.

Nogla stared at the posters for a second, pausing in his ice cream licking. He then looked down to Marcel and flushed a bright pink, glaring down at him playfully.

"Ye know I don't carry pocket cash like t'at." He mumbled, knowing they the art was too expensive. Marcel laughed at that, wrapping his arm around Nogla all friendly like, but in reality, it was more of a protective manner.

"I knew you were cheap." He laughed, resting his hand on the taller's hip as they walked over to the Pokémon section instead.

"Fock off." Nogla blushed, continuing to eat his ice cream.

"Here, I'll buy them for ya." Brian offered, pulling out his wallet. Nogla glared over at him, but didn't look very intimidating while eating his ice cream.

"Don't be stupid." He snapped, being selfless but using an angry tone. To which Brian could only laugh at.

"Y'know what? Not t'at ye said t'at, I'm definitely buying you those posters now." He smirked teasingly. Nogla gasped at that, the guys laughing at his way of telling Brian not to buy him something.

"No! Then I'm gonna owe ye!" He complained, taking a quick lick on his ice cream. Brian could only laugh at that.

"Ye don't owe me shit, just accept it as a gift of some sort." He said, shrugging his shoulders. Nogla pushed his lips in a pout, crossing his arms and shifting his hip to the side.

"Liar." He claimed. The guys could only laugh more, for a second of their day, forgetting all about the looks they had been getting.

"No, I'm serious. It's a gift." Brian insisted, heading towards the cashier. But Nogla was quick to block his path, holding his arms out to made a sort of wall. Brian just sighed, putting his wallet away.

"Fine. Ye won fer now." He said, earning a satisfied sigh from the other as Brian turned away.

"I guess I'll just have ta buy t'em online." He smiled. The guys laughed as Nogla could only curse at him.

Maybe it was a bad idea, now that the guys thought about it. It was afternoon now and more people had came into the mall.

After leaving the game shop, the guys had wanted to take Nogla somewhere where he wouldn't be getting stared at. They were trying to be discreet about it because they didn't wanna explain to him why they didn't like guys staring at him.

They took him to the center of the mall, where the big water fountain sat. They assumed that people would be crowded there and it would be hard to spot Nogla in the stampedes of people.

But unlucky for them, the center was only mildly crowded. And eyes were on Nogla as if he was the most famous person of the century.

The guys wanted to leave. Badly. To just get out of the mall, hop in their car, and head back home where it was safe from perverted gazes.

But Nogla liked the fountain. He wanted to stay for a bit longer and insisted. And the guys didn't have the mental strength to say no to such an innocent face. They just couldn't.

So here they were, all sitting on the fountain and eating their popsicles. Yeah, they had just eaten ice cream but Evan's statement from earlier was too true.

Nogla was a sugar addict.

So here they were, glaring at any eyes that lingered on Nogla, all while trying to keep themselves from staring.

After all, Nogla wasn't getting stared at for no reason.

Sure, he was attractive physically, but he was also wearing clothes that made his body look even better.

It was a noticably hot day. Hence why Nogla demanded for popsicles right after eating ice cream. But he also wore clothes for the occasion.

He was wearing tight skinny jeans, which was a regular for him. But along with that, he wore a loose, cropped sweater and it didn't help that his jeans were low waisted and his underwear strings were showing. And they weren't male underwear.

But God was it hot.

"Uh...ye want a jacket or something? Te waters splashing on your back." Brian offered, using that as an excuse to try and cover Nogla up a bit. Because though he looked cute today, he'd rather him cover up his body than show it off.

"Mhm, no I'm good. It actually feels kinda nice." He said, humming in pleasure as he lifted his hands up above his head.

The action caused his sweater to rise and show more of his stomach, allowing more water to spray his back. But also more eyes to stop and pause.

And hell did the water look good highlighting his pale, porcelain skin.

"Uh...you sure? It is sorta chilly, right?" Jon butted in, trying to get Nogla to agree to Brian's request. Because he himself was trying not to stare.

"Chilly? No, I'm great." Nogla smiled, returning the popsicle back to his lips as he folded his legs, leaning back on his palm.

"God damnit David, stop displaying your fucking curves." Tyler hissed, yanking Brian's jacket right off his back and draping it around Nogla's slim shoulders, pulling him closer as if asserting possession over him to all the guys staring.

Nogla froze, his face flushing as Tyler brought him into his chest, grabbing his legs and pulling them across his lap.

Nogla blinked in confusion, trying to register what was going on.

The rushing out of the diner, the scared cashier at the ice cream shop, the way Marcel held him at the gaming store. Hell, even the jacket offer.

It all made sense now.

Nogla glanced over to the guys. They weren't looking at him, but they were blushing slightly. However, all while glancing around quickly, sending glares at random guys that looked their way in interest.

He then shifted his eyes around the mall, seeing men look away when he caught their gazes.

Oh...

"Was I... accidentally acting slutty or somethin'?" He then asked, drawing out a loud laugh from Tyler, not having expected those words.

"Well not necessarily...but yeah. Yeah, you were." Evan shrugged, sending a reassuring smile in Nogla's direction.

The latter pursed his lips, nodding slowly as he rested his hands on Tyler's arm, slowly sucking on his popsicle in thought.

"You're doing it again." Jon pointed out, this time not bothering to look away from the way the treat stained Nogla's once pink lips, red.

"Shit." He cursed, bringing the treat away from his mouth. The guys could only laugh at that, adoring the man for how adorable he was at times. Hell, for adorable he was at all times.

"Uh...have I been stared at...all day?" He asked nervously, glancing around to see that he was still getting looks his way. Despite the way Tyler was holding him protectively.

"Yup. All fuckin' day." Tyler confirmed, pulling Brian's jacket around Nogla better to cover up his exposed skin.

"Oh..." Was all the Irishman could say, fidgeting with his popsicle embarrassedly as he pulled his knees up. Seeming to try and curl himself up into Tyler to hide himself.

"Heh, you're too cute." Brian smirked, reaching forward to boop Nogla's nose.

"Feck off." He mumbled, glaring as he averted his gaze in even more embarrassment. After all, this wasn't the first time that the guys have held him like this or made a comment like that to him.

Yey, he still never got used to it. They knew he was gay and he swore they would also know he liked them.

It was too obvious at this point.

"Quit fuckin' lookin' or I'll cut ya dick off!" Jon yelled, finally getting tired of all the bullshit. He seemed to have been yelling at nobody in particular, but the people in the mall were still shaken by the outburst. Fearing what would happen if they did look back over to the group.

"Our ass, not yours!" Marcel butted in, sounding more playful than angry.

"Marcel!" Nogla whined, causing a few of the guys to laugh.

"Yeah! Our bussy! You can't have him!" Evan shouted next, jumping up onto his feet with his hands in the air.

Nogla groaned, blushing deeply as he stuffed his face into Tyler's arm. Earning a reassuring kiss on his head from the taller.

"Aw, don't worry. We won't fuck ya too hard." He said. But it did nothing to settle Nogla's nerves. Nor dim his blush.

"Fuck ye guys." He sighed, griping Tyler's arm tightly as he felt his face burn.

"No honey, we do the fucking. You are the fucked." Jon said, making the guys laugh once more as Nogla shook his head rapidly, wanting the waterfall to just suck him in and drown him from existence so that he didn't have to deal with this embarrassment.

"Hey, David."

Nogla hesitantly glanced up upon hearing his real name be uttered by Tyler, only to squeak in shock when warm, firm lips pressed into his own.

"Tyler what the fuck?!" Brian shouted, feeling jealous that he wasn't the first to kiss Nogla. Tyler grinned when he pulled back. Not only enjoying the look of shock on Nogla's beet red face, but the clear jealousy that flashed across the guys' faces.

"What? I saw my chance, and I seized it." He said shamelessly, smirking at the way Nogla's popsicle just fell from his hands.

"Guys, he has enough to deal with. He doesn't need us fighting over him now." Marcel sighed, gesturing over to a few lingering gazes. Ones that were just cursed out by Jon again.

"Not to mention, we're gonna gangbang him later." Evan muttered playfully.

"What?!" Nogla now breaking from his daze, exclaiming in disbelief.

"Yeah, you didn't get the memo?" Evan asked sarcastically, yet doing a good job at being so casual about it.

"I... I-I.... I-"

It was almost funny how speechless Nogla became. But it was cuter than anything.

"You're reactions are funny." Brian laughed, standing up and stretching his arms above his head.

"Now, about tat gangbang?" He smirked, the rest of the guys standing up along with him.

"N-no! I'mma virgin! Leave me alone!" Nogla flushed brightly, attempting to bolt from them but Tyler's grip was too tight.

Wrapping his arms around his body and slinging him over his shoulder, he placed a firm hand on his butt.

"Then we're taking it from you." He smiled, the guys exchanging grins as they started for the entrance of the mall.

They were getting stared at again. But this time, they weren't of want. They were of concern. For Nogla. Because he was gonna endure a lot of...things when they got back home.

"Is this ye're guys' sick perverted way of asking me out?" Nogla huffed, laying limp in Tyler's grip, knowing he couldn't fight back.

"I dunno. Did it work?" Marcel asked, walking past Tyler and trailing a finger past Nogla's exposed side, earning a shiver when his fingers grazed his waist.

"K-kinda." He admitted, blushing when the guys just laughed.

"Welp. That's good enough for me." Jon shrugged, stepping behind Tyler and kissing Nogla. The kiss lasted much longer than the one with Tyler, despite them still walking.

It was clumsy and uncoordinated, but the two pressed into it regardless. Nogla actually making an effort to reach his hands up and pull Jon closer.

"Ohh, ye're flexible." Brian commented, watching the two practically make out.

"But how flexible exactly?" Evan smirked, earning Nogla ripping away from Jon and glaring at him with a red face.

"Eat my ass." He said, trying to use it as an insult. But it only backfired, when Evan smirked and spoke again.

"Oh? Ya want me to? Because I will." He grinned, causing him to only receive strings of Irish cursing in his direction.

The stares they got were annoying, yes. But at least it made the guys confident enough to tell Nogla their feelings for him.

Or at least... somewhat. Of course, they still needed to verbally admit them, and Nogla technically agreed to going out with them. But hey, sex was good enough for them for now.

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