Full Contact Betting_part 1
Full Contact Betting
Chapter: 1/3 (Oneshot cut in three...*inhuman sounds of rage*)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tora x…Minho! (crazy, I know…)
Genre: Utter, shameless PWP, humor
Warnings: male x male, sex, foul language
Summary: How betting with Hiroto always ends up being a full-contact "sport" for all parties involved…
Comment: This pairing is pure crack, I know. A weird choice for a comeback after my two weeks of absence (explained in the ending note) but this was a challenge issued to me by my dearest, perverted korean friends, who have no shame at giving me ridiculous fic challenges I can't refuse. *sighs* Its an odd pairing, but it sorta works…I guess? You guys tell me in the comments XD Oh and Choi Minho, for the ones that aren't kpop savvy, is part of a korean five-piece boyband called SHINee, and he's goddamn gorgeous. Need proof? http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/16700000/MINHOSSII-choi-minho-16721902-715-956.jpg Here ya go! I hope you're happy Park Hyun Su, you sick bastard XD…Oh and I had to cut it in THREE F*ING PARTS, of course. *sighs* Enjoy you guys!
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Tora disliked clubs with a passion.
Noisy, smoky, full of annoying, clingy girls and the booze was always overpriced. He distractedly twirled the straw in his horribly overpriced vodka-tonic, and asked himself how the hell had Hiroto managed to drag him along, again. Probably because he was taking lessons in cuteness from his dog, he was quickly becoming quite an expert at pulling the puppy-eyes look when things didn't go his way. That was the trick he had used when he'd shown up on Tora's doorstep, dressed to the nines, intent on dragging him along at this trendy club opening he'd been invited to, arguing that Tora had been secluded to his own little world for far too long. Tora couldn't say no to the puppy-eyes, too cute.
"Alright, alright, but I'm not wearing a suit goddamnit!"
Hiroto grudgingly agreed, still demanding that he dress nice. So he swallowed his grumbling and took out a thin white v-neck tee and a crisp, black military-military style jacket out of his closet, along with a pair of fashionably ripped dark skinny jeans, chunky silver jewelry, and within an hour was turned into that tall, dark and handsome gentleman that made ladies swoon and gay boys sweat. Or so he was told, not that he noticed, too annoyed at being pulled out of his house to engage in playful banter with strangers.
It was a nice club alright, and literally around the corner from the high-rise where he lived, just a few minutes of brisk walking. The standard really: dim lights, lots of chrome and leather, bass heavy music, sexy, well dressed staff, young, trendy patrons. Nothing that Tora hadn't seen before, yet the atmosphere was pleasant enough. He most probably would've enjoyed it had he not been dragged out of his house to play arm candy to the human version of a hyperactive squirrel.
Said squirrel was having a great time, saying hi to a bunch of people he knew, mostly from twitter as it happened, Tora just standing beside him and making small talk here and there, if only to please his exuberant blonde friend. As it turned out, the place was teeming with korean pop stars on holiday, and Hiroto was having the time of his life finally matching the faces to the tweets, so to speak. Tora's korean was rather minimal, so he sipped at his drink quietly, observing the crowd, pausing when his eyes caught sight of something he might be interested in, only to move on, ultimately deciding that it wasn't worth the chase. He wasn't exactly in hunting mood, although the time he had spent making himself look good told him otherwise. It had been a while since he'd had someone to sink his teeth into, and since he was out, in a club, full of attractive prey, he might as well make the most out of his night.
So he scanned and scanned, distractedly, sorta noticing that Hiroto was a few paces away, chatting with a very pretty, tawny blonde boy, but barely. Until his bored gaze landed on a pair of legs at the bar, oddly enough. Beautiful, long legs, clad in grey skinny jeans. Legs that merged into a curvy, rounded ass, narrow, boyish hips, partially concealed by a loose, cream and burgundy striped knit sweater. Tora was willing to bet that boy knew how to dance, those toned limbs didn't lie. But his eyes kept going up, undeterred, up to broad, athletic shoulders, a creamy column of neck, just enough nape exposed to entice, before the smooth line was broken by longish, choppy layered hair. It was wavy, thick, and a little wild, a rich tawny brown. Too bad he could only see the back of that pretty piece, hoping that the face matched the exquisite body.
He was interrupted in his thoughts by Hiroto's hand on his arm, but just barely.
"Looks like you've got your eye set on Minho tonight…" Hiroto teased.
"Hmm?" he replied, absentmindedly.
Until the words sunk in and he detached his bewildered gaze from the boy's back to have it land on Hiroto's amused face.
"What?"
"I was just pointing out how you seem interested in Minho over there."
"You know him?" Tora asked, in that disbelieving tone that always went a few octaves higher than his usual barytone.
Hiroto shrugged, taking his time to reply, knowing it was pushing all of the tiger's buttons and enjoying it tremendously.
"He's a twitter friend. I was just talking to his bandmate, Taemin. They're here on a promo trip, but they have a couple days off right now."
Bandmate? So if he was friends with Hiroto, and Korean, and in a band, that probably meant he was one of those teen idols, and by definition, a teenager himself. He was ruminating those dark thoughts when the boy in question opted to turn around, gracing Tora's eyes with his most gorgeous, boyish face. The guitarist groaned in frustration when he saw how goddamn beautiful the boy was: perfect, creamy complexion, a delicate, plush rosebud of a mouth, a straight arrow of a nose, delicate, elegant features full of graceful angles, world-class cheekbones. But his eyes took the cake: deep set, hooded, almond-shaped with thick, dark lashes, and velvety, liquid black irises. The very epitome of doe eyes. So gorgeous, and graceful when he leaned to talk to a friend, mouth curved in a soft smile, flicking a few lush strands out of his eyes. Tora literally bit his lower lip with pure want. He turned to Hiroto.
"Please tell me he's at least 25? Please?" he pleaded, spirits dropping at Hiroto's apologetic face.
"Younger…"
"23?"
"He's 20…"
Tora honest to god squeaked, a most unmanly sound, before turning a few shades of pink.
"Oh god…little more than a child. Fuck, I am such a pedophile…"
Hiroto snorted, clapping him on the shoulder.
"Awww come on! He's legal, here and in Korea, that only makes you a pervert."
"Oh dear…"
"Think about it, so young, eager. He sings, he dances, he's really athletic…Think of the flexibility, and the stamina…" Hiroto purred, teasingly.
If eyes could kill, Hiroto would've dropped dead from the extremely hostile glare Tora threw his way.
"What kind of a fucked up conscience are you?" the raven haired groaned, crossing his arms on his chest frustratedly.
"The kind that incites you to bed korean pop-stars?"
Tora snorted.
"Understatement of the year. Incites? More like pushing me two handed. He's way too young."
"He's legally an adult, I don't see what you're fussing about."
"Still, ten years between us is not exactly negligible. And besides, what makes you think he'd even be interested in a guy like me? He's most likely straight."
Hiroto smirked. That little self-satisfied quirk of his lips that usually appeared when he knew something you didn't.
"Well, from what I gathered from my discussion with Taemin, pretty Minho here has been feeling pretty lonely of late, and he'd definitely be interested in finding someone, most preferably a handsome guy, to share his bed tonight…"
Tora nearly spit out his mouthful of vodka, choking and sputtering, flustered as hell.
"Oh god…You really want me to die, don't you?"
"You should give it a try. I mean, just look at him. He'd definitely be worth your efforts…"
Oh he'd definitely be worth the effort, if only to get a glimpse of that beautiful, smooth skin, and all that lean dancer's muscle he was hiding underneath that loose top. The deep neckline of the sweater exposed a delicate triangle of perfect, creamy-gold flesh, sharp collarbones, and that delicate hollow between them. He forced himself to look up before he started salivating, or got hard, or both, only to blush ten shades of crimson when a pair of sinfully dark, amused eyes met his own. Those eyes. Those eyes captured his own so completely everything else just faded away, full of heated promises, incandescent, clashing completely with his boyish, borderline innocent looks. Their exchange lasted a fair bit longer than what was proper, and the boy looked down first, almost coquettishly with a soft flutter of his gorgeous lashes, only to give him another playful glance, paired with a teasing smile that just made Tora wish they were closer, much closer, and naked. He forced himself to look away.
"Did you two just eye-fuck?" Hiroto snorted, "I almost feel like I'm intruding here…I think I'll go back to talk to Taemin…"
Tora snorted, having another sip of his drink, hiding the fact that he was pretty much consuming himself with lust with a filter of annoyance at the blonde, who was inching away.
"Yeah, yeah…leave me to simmer in my own troubles…quite the wingman."
Hiroto winked at him.
"Smile. He's coming over." he whispered before making a quick getaway.
Tora barely had the time to get his thoughts together when he was suddenly faced with a very beautiful, very tall, smiling young man. So goddamn tall. They were of a height, Tora noticed, the fact that he wouldn't have to bend his head if he wanted to, say, kiss him, sending all the blood that was still in his brain straight to his crotch. The boy smiled, a tad shyly, running his fingers through his lush hair a little nervously.
"Hey. Do we know each other?" He asked in accented japanese, voice soft and pleasantly deep, and then made a face.
The kind of tightlipped, embarrassed face someone makes when they've just used a really cheesy pick up line and only realize it after it came out, which he had. The poor kid looked like he wanted to smack his own face, which was unbelievably endearing.
"I don't think so, but my friend who was here just now does. Twitter friends I think…" Tora replied, putting the boy at ease.
"Ah the blonde, Hiroto right? He really gets along with our Taemin. You must be his bandmate?"
That accent. That accent was doing things to his brain that really weren't meant for polite company. And boy was he gorgeous from up close, very close as it happened since the place was crowded and there was limited space to begin with. Close enough to smell that lovely, crisp, clean skin scent that emanated from him. He forced himself out of his rather pervy thoughts to reply, offering his hand to the young man.
"I'm the other guitarist in our band, Tora."
The young man grinned as he took the offered hand in his own strong grip.
"I'm Minho…" the young man replied, but didn't let go of his hand, cheeks flushing, "I don't mean to be too forward or anything, but…can I buy you a drink?"
He'd let the young man buy him a drink, pleasantly surprised by the rather daring move on his part considering their age difference, quickly reciprocating by also buying him one. They chatted for a few minutes, of nonsensical things, mostly in japanese since Minho's mastery of his language far exceeded his own with korean, until they stood so very close together. So close Tora could feel Minho's body heat radiating against him, even through their respective layers of clothing. So close he could see the sheen of sweat on those sharp collarbones, across the bow of his full upper lip. They scanned around for someplace quieter, and were lucky to find a semi-secluded, empty booth, where they could chat undisturbed.
He'd let the pretty boy sit at the banquette, intending to take the chair, only to find himself pulled down on the leather banquette as well, a companionable arm thrown about his shoulders. Tora was mildly familiar with the term skinship as it was a japanese engineered word, but was most unfamiliar with the korean definition of it. Not that he minded getting familiar with the term, considering it involved quite a bit of casual, and not so casual physical contact, and that Minho seemed quite adept at it. Definitely of the pleasantly touchy-feely persuasion as his hand started snaking down his back, tracing soft, fleeting caresses as they slipped back up to his neck, fingertips ever so softly combing through his raven locks. Minho made it seem nonchalant and friendly, yet it felt so goddamn intimate to Tora, who simply wasn't used to such displays of affection. Intimate in a most delicious way, as he let his own hand rest on Minho's firm thigh, still, undisturbed, enjoying that radiating heat through the young man's thin jeans.
"You really have no qualms about outright PDA clearly…" Tora teased, just an excuse to bring his mouth right against the shell of the young man's ear, delighting when the slightest brush of his lips made him tremble with hardly repressed desire.
His lambent eyes shone in the dark like black pearls as he retaliated with a grin, cupping Tora's nape confidently as he leaned over the raven haired man's neck.
"Well, where I come from, its only natural for boys to bond together with rather intimate physical contact. Its expected. Not that I could get away with doing such things with a girl, that would be downright shocking. But this…" he pressed the softest, most fleeting of kisses to that tender skin right below Tora's ear, effectively cutting all the blood flow to his brain, "this is only natural bonding ritual to me…"
Another kiss landed on that sensitive skin, slower this time, with the slightest hint of nipping teeth, Tora's fingers clenching on his thigh. The boy had some balls, and he liked it. He had a bit of that arrogance that all young men have at some point, yet it was measured enough only to seem attractively cocky rather than unpleasantly flippant. Yet, the guitarist did have a decade on his side, and it wasn't the first time he was tackling someone much younger than himself. He'd been an arrogant boy once, and he knew just how to make them bend to his will, if only because it had worked on him, again and again. He did have a thing for older men back then, fond memories of heated encounters with some of his elders surfacing, and probably still did appreciate an older man, in a pinch. But not tonight. Tonight was about getting that goddamned gorgeous piece of korean boy-candy naked in his bed. Or against a wall, or even on the floor, he wasn't feeling especially picky right there and then, with that lush mouth stroking his neck.
"So if this is just good natured bonding…" Tora purred, relaxing his fingers as he slid his hand up the inside of Minho's thigh, slowly chipping away at the young man's composure as he subtly palmed the semi-hard bulge in his tight jeans, "then how come you are so goddamn aroused right now?"
He squeezed, nearly gloating when a half-restrained moan slipped out of Minho's plush mouth, his fingers clenching on the back of Tora's neck.
"Hmm…Are we bonding successfully? Or should I squeeze harder…" he purred in Minho's ear as his fingers tightened again, getting that bulge fully hard.
This was a lot more fun than he'd expected. He'd been caught by surprise by the sheer beauty and the utter confidence of the young man at first, but now that they were on to that very familiar game of carnal seduction that Tora excelled at, he quickly gained the upper hand. Minho bucked against his hand as his fingers traced the hot length of him through his jeans, and Tora was thankful for the relative privacy of the darkened booth. What may be okay for korean boys to do was one thing, but a korean teen idol and a much older japanese rockstar was something else entirely.
The young man's mouth landed against his neck again, hot and moist, short of breath as he whispered in his ear.
"I really want you to fuck me…"
Oh dear. There was no way in hell he was refusing that kind of demand, no way. And whoever had taught that delicious young man all the naughty words in japanese, well played. Well fucking played indeed.
"My place is five minutes away."
Minho's answering grin was literally feral as he stood, pulling Tora up with him.
"Good, because I'm really not in the mood to wait."
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All the porny porn in the next part...xoxo