Full Contact Betting_part 3
Full Contact Betting
Chapter: 3/3
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: And the end...F*CK YOU LJ!!!!!!
***
Hiroto was gloating.
He had put his phone on speaker throughout his little exchange with Tora, delighting in the switch in Taemin's face, from utterly confident, to disbelief, all the way to utter annoyance.
"Well well, looks like you owe me a bottle of Shochu…" Hiroto intoned, in his most annoying sing-song voice.
Taemin groaned in response, taking out his wallet.
"I can't believe Minho is that big of a whore…goddamnit! I mean, he's always after all the older guys back home, but I really didn't expect that…"
Hiroto snorted, patting the dark blonde boy on the back affectionately.
"Ah but it's a good lesson learned. Never underestimate the seduction power of a j-rocker…"
"Pffft! More like, never bet with one…" Taemin grumbled.
Hiroto signalled the waitress for a bottle of his favourite Shochu, smirking when the younger man paid with a sigh, starting to get up, only to get pulled back down on his chair.
"Where do you think you're going?" Hiroto asked, "You don't expect me to drink all of this by myself?"
Taemin shrugged.
"Well, you've made your bed, now sleep in it…"
"Awww, so bitter…I bet its because you can't handle Shochu like a grown man…" Hiroto baited, hoping it would catch, holding his gloating in when Taemin's mouth fell open.
The young man shrugged out of his jacket, grabbing the bottle with a determined look as he poured them two glasses, forgoing etiquette.
"I bet you my best blowjob I can drink you under the table." Taemin announced, looking utterly confident as he pushed a glass towards Hiroto.
Oh. Hell yes.
"Bet taken. And if I lose, I'll blow you."
Basically, win-win. Not that he was gonna lose, anyway. Taemin shook the offered hand with a cocky grin.
"Deal. I hope you can open wide…"
Hiroto snorted as he picked up his glass, downing the fiery liquid in one shot, the smooth burn racing down his throat all the way to the pit of his stomach. If there was a drink he could handle, it sure as hell was shochu, he'd had plenty of practice in the eight years he'd been with Alice Nine. Poor Taemin.
That was a lesson quickly forgotten indeed.
***
Tora's phone rang as he smoked his first cigarette of the day, perched on the windowsill, blissfully naked, exchanging playful looks with his lover sprawled in the sheets, equally naked, and so goddamn beautiful.
Hiroto, again. He picked up.
"Good morning, princess…"
"Hey…"
Hiroto's voice was little more than a croak.
"Rough night?"
"Drank half a bottle of Shochu. All your fault by the way."
"Yeesh…and what the hell does that mean?"
"I had a bit of a friendly bet with Minho's bandmate, Taemin."
"Oh really. And?"
"Well I bet him a bottle of Shochu that you could charm the pants off Minho. Obviously I won."
Tora burst out laughing.
"Oh dear…Well you won fair and square, I have to say."
"Is Minho still around?"
Tora smirked at the tall boy in his bed, taking another drag of his cigarette.
"Yes, we just woke up."
"Well if he's looking for Taemin, he's at my place."
Tora's eyebrow quirked.
"Let me guess…it has to do with the second bet?"
"Well, he bet me he could drink me under the table, and lost, of course, although my liver has been grievously wounded. Not nearly as much as his pride though…"
"Oh wow, fun times. Well I'll tell Minho about his bandmate."
"Good. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go and collect my winnings…"
Tora could've sworn he heard a groan in the background at the other end of the line.
"Sure, I'll text you later."
"Alright, bye."
Why was Hiroto sounding so goddamn cheerful all of a sudden? He would have to ask later, the line was dead already. He put his phone back down on the windowsill and took a last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it in the ashtray, shutting the window.
"Come back to bed…" Minho purred, extending his arms for the raven haired as Tora made his way back to the welcoming nest of warm blankets with a smile.
He let those toned arms wrap tight around his chest as he lay on his back, Minho's leg draping across his lower belly as the young man plastered his deliciously warm body to his side, resting his head of feathered tawny brown hair in the hollow of his shoulder.
"So, what's going on with my maknae?" Minho asked, nearly purring when Tora's fingers combed through his thick locks.
"Well, from what I gathered, your boy got completely plastered on shochu and crashed at Hiroto's place."
Minho snorted, hand roaming on Tora's chest, pausing on his dusky-pink nipples, teasing them to a pleasantly erect state with slow circles of his fingertips.
"I bet there was some kind of a challenge involved. Whenever Taemin gets drunk, its because of his big mouth."
"True enough. He bet Hiroto he could drink him under the table, which was rather dumb. Hiroto can really hold his liquor like a champ."
Minho nodded, smirking.
"Poor Taemin, hopefully he learns one day…"
They laid in comfortable silence, hands roaming on bare skin, limbs tangling, the young man's mouth tracing the angle of Tora's jaw, slow and tender. Last night had been glorious. It had been ages since Tora had an honest to god, full body orgasm, and he really, really wouldn't mind making it a habit again.
"When are you leaving?"
Minho paused between kisses on the curve of Tora's neck.
"In a week."
"Busy?"
"Three magazine shoots and a press event, and that's it."
That sounded good, really good.
"Hmm, wanna hang out?"
Minho smirked against his neck.
"Dumb question. I'll go pick up my luggage at the hotel and bring it here, what do you say?"
"Dumb question again."
The young man shifted, climbing on top of Tora to straddle him, cock already erect between his thighs, bracing the older man's shoulders with his arms on each side of them.
"Still, a week is quickly gone by, so how about we make the most of our time huh?"
Tora chuckled as his hands playfully squeezed Minho's muscular rear.
Ah youth.
***
So I have been away for the past two weeks to a wedding that sucked my batteries dry XD Sorry for the long absence, but when koreans get married, you can bet that the party will last for a week, at the least. The result? Please don't mention cocktail dresses, stiletto platform heels, makeup, hair styling tools, wedding cake or soju in my immediate earshot XD I drank enough soju to knock out a horse, seriously, no more XD Although being the only girl at the bachelor party (apart from the strippers, of course) was all sorts of awesome. I even pole-danced to Heavenly Tale, in my pretty dress and heels no less (proving my theory that its the perfect stripper song, and IT IS OMG!) I had a great, albeit mostly drunken time.
Oh dear, I though I would never get to the end of this one >_< I started it on my plane ride back from Toronto and it just lay there unfinished until I finally had the time today. My first foray into kpop crossovers, I hope that was as enjoyable to read as it was to write. Of course, this came about on a prompt from my extremely perverted korean friends, who challenged me to write a kpop crossover with my j-rock bias, no matter how harebrained the match is. Since I can't refuse a challenge, they put a bunch of names in a hat and I had to pick one out, and let me tell you, I was relieved when I picked Minho's name out, because that boy is hot stuff…unf…
Still, I had to find a decent premise, and ended up using Hiroto's twitter friendships as an excuse, and I think it worked out pretty well ;) Let me know what your thoughts are in the comments down below, and if I should write more crossovers? Maybe? Supply me with suggestions, you never know what my brain will manage to cook up ;) I still can't believe I came up with this one XD Take care everyone and see you soon ;) Love y'all xoxo