Probably The Alcohol, Probably Not
Title: Probably The Alcohol, Probably Not
Summary: Tao was needy and he was provoked and he was stressed and he was drunk and he thinks he needed this.
PG-15(!?) | 1,718wc | Kris x Tao | Band!Au | C RA c K!? 1!!
Warning: Mention of alcohol, drugs, boobs and het-making out \o/
A/N: Failed attempt for a band!au I guess. Apologies.
Sequel: tonight, we are
Tao starts and strums a few notes on his bass, closing his eyes as his band mates pick up his tunes.
Kris joins shortly after with a few hits on the bass drum. Baekhyun, their vocalist, greets the crowd with a “We are THE MASTERBEATS!” earning a decent cheer from the small crowd. Chanyeol, the lead guitarist, plays a perfect long riff as their cue to start the first song which Minseok follows, stringing in a few notes with his guitar. It would have been a perfect gig at the local bar if it weren’t for the faulty sound system.
It was a shitty performance, Tao admits.
There were the normal groupies who hungrily eyed them down like starved lions and the occasional piss-off depressed old man at the bar screaming, "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS RATCHET MUSIC!" and "BARTENDER! MORE RUM TO APPEASE MY EARS, STAT!" Tao wasn't supposed to have chugged down five beer cans if it weren't for Minseok's conniving ways ("Drink or you're paying for all of this, young one!" "You drink or your bass' neck snapped in half. You decide, Tao.")
Either way, though, Tao admits that he's glad he drank that much. He needed to cool down. And besides, it was always fun drinking with Minseok - despite him being an ass to him. A playful ass that is, - because he always ends up giggling the rest of his remaining consciousness away for no reason.
And, eventually, paying for the bill.
Tao staggers back at the holding room and levels himself by using the walls as support, balancing with his left elbow and then his right hand, scratching them a bit in the process. He thinks it’ll be a bitch playing his bass now since it would sting through the strings. His drunken senses were greeted by the strong scent of weed and moaning sounds obviously coming from the room.
He doesn't bother knocking because he knows it's just Kris having his occasional one night debauchery with one of the groupies.
His guess is proven correct when he opens the door and is welcomed by a waft of pot smoke. He coughs a little when he accidentally inhales some (second-hand smoke whether from cigarettes or pot is always bad, he mentally notes).
He catches a glimpse of Kris and this girl with dark brown hair making out on the holding rooms’ filthy couch. He thinks he remembers her. She was probably that groupie who kept rubbing herself on Kris right after their set was done.
Kris' left hand was tangled in her hair while the other hand was on the girls' left boob as they suck faces, her right hand on Kris’ chest. The girl was holding a bottle of cheap bubblegum flavored vodka (which Tao guesses again judging from the blue of the drink) which is half finished. She’s making obscene sounds too and Tao doesn't think it's sexy, if that's what the girl is even attempting.
Tao assumes that not only is Kris high as fuck, but he's most probably drunk as well.
Unluckily, for Tao, his assumptions were quickly proven true again when he trips on littered beer cans and almost face plants on the dirty, probably dried-piss-vomit-and-beer-covered floor if he didn't take hold of the edge of the table just in time. He didn't need additional scars, thank you.
"Mother fucker." Tao hisses as he tries to regain his already faulty balance. He sees his reflection on the table top and laughs lightly when he sees that his eyeliner's smudged across the left side of his face. His cheeks are flushed, too, probably from the beer.
Tao kicks a beer can out of annoyance. It amazingly goes flying off and hits Kris' right cheek. The can falls on the floor with a clink.
"GOD DAMN IT!" Kris stands up immediately, not giving a fuck about the girl who was currently catching her breath from their suddenly cut off make out session.
Tao steadies himself on the tables' edge and leans, trying so hard not to stumble again. He eyes the drummer and he thinks his flustered face looks nice despite the bloodshot eyes. His lips are especially nice when he's all kissed out, shiny and wet and re-
"Tao what the fucking hell!" Kris shouts angrily. He's looking at Tao all mad now, his nostrils flaring, and Tao laughs to himself while covering his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You think that was fucking funny?!" Kris approaches Tao angrily and at this, Tao stands straight up. He's scary but Tao notices how Kris' ears are all red at the tips. Cute.
"Fuck off, Kris." Tao giggles. Damn alcohol.
He would clumsily walk away if Kris wasn't suddenly just inches from his face, his hands on both sides of the table that Tao’s leaning on, caging him.
"What the fuck did you just tell me to do?" Kris asks in gritted teeth, his voice low and angry. He definitely smells like pot, Tao notices. He also definitely smells like a mix of cigarettes, sweat and beer and probably a hint of knock-off perfume from said groupie.
"I said f'ckooofff..." Tao attempts to push him away but he's too tipsy to do it successfully and ends up lazily patting Kris' chest. He breathes a defeated sigh and bows his head. He’s too drunk for this.
"You don't fucking tell me to fuck off, Tao." Tao looks up. Kris is staring him down and Tao looks back down on his hands that were still resting on Kris chest. He lets them drop to his sides.
Tao bows his head and scoffs. "Alright,” he breathes, “f’ck YOU then… Ge... Ge." Tao says the honorific mockingly, looking back at Kris with a bored expression.
Kris scoffs. “Suck my dick,” he says, expression stoic.
He pushes himself off the table and turns his back on Tao and walks back to said groupie. He stops when Tao mumbles, “I would… But I wouldn't be satisfied.” The younger giggles again.
Kris’ shoulders tense and to this, Tao stops smiling.
This is not okay. This is just alcohol doing all the work, isn't it? Can you get high from inhaling pot smoke? Tao honestly doesn't know.
His brain-to-mouth filter was never faulty, honestly. He’s had a few drunken moments before and he had great control over the things he says. But right now, his filter seems to have a tiny glitch. He can feel himself sweating from all corners of his body. Not like he wasn't sweating like mad just a few minutes ago because of their performance.
"Are you mocking the size of my dick, Tao?” Kris doesn't look back at Tao completely but he slightly moves his head to the right to side-eye the bassist.
"I mean, judging by those tight fucking pants you always wear, ge, I don’t think your cock really gets enough fresh air. Also, you’re always sitting down! Constricted cock, you know” Tao makes a lazy hand gesture, palms up on either side of his crotch, emphasizing his own cock.
Holy shit, someone please make him shut up.
They almost forgot the presence of said groupie if she didn't awkwardly clear her throat. Neither of them takes obvious notice, though.
Kris turns completely to Tao and walks, almost strides, cracking his neck, left crack, right crack. He reaches Tao and leans with his right hand on the table again.
He eyes Tao slowly, licking his lips in the process, and Tao suddenly feels extra dizzy. Kris’ eyes stop at Tao’s already half constricted pants, looks back up at Tao and he smirks.
“You’re not that great yourself, Tao, aren't you?"
Tao isn't particularly gay, he likes boobs too. Perfectly sized perky ones that fit his hands perfectly. But there's just something about their drummer that Tao couldn't really resist. He's watched, or probably glanced, at Kris during some of their performances and with the way Kris flips his perfect dark locks away from his eyes and how he head bangs along to his own drum beats makes Tao want to commit.
Tao knows that he’s going to regret this when his senses kicks his ass hard but he just couldn't take it anymore. Kris himself is provoking him so why not take the challenge?
“Fuck it,” he whispers. Tao quickly grabs the shirt of the drummer and yanks.
He kisses Kris hard.
It was messy and Tao can still taste the bubble gum vodka and nicotine but it was okay. He tightens his hold on Kris’ shirt just at his chest and Kris leans into the kiss more. Tao was needy and he was provoked and he was stressed and he was drunk and he thinks he needed this. (He was probably a little high too, he really couldn't tell.) His breath hitches when Kris grips his hips hard, his eyes shooting open when Kris closes the gap between their crotches and he can feel that Kris was hard too.
Things would have progressed further if Chanyeol didn’t bust open the door with a loud “MINSEOK’S DANCING ON TOP OF THE DRUM SE---HOLY FUCKING SHIT!”
The said groupie clears her throat again and both Kris and Tao look at her direction, faces flushed with lips bruised and saliva-slicked.
“That was hot.” She says, chugging down the remaining contents of her bubblegum flavored vodka.
Kris pecks Tao’s lips one more time before he stands and walks over to the said groupie. Tao almost felt disappointed because he’s still hard and needy and he thought Kris would end whatever it is they were doing just like that.
He smirks when Kris rushes the said groupie and the still-shocked Chanyeol out of the room and locking the door once the two were out.
“Now, where were we.” Kris huskily growls as he lifts Tao up the table. Tao giggles again.
He thinks this’ll be a long night after all.
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A/N: I've finally finished something!! After months!! I don't know what happened but I've written this just today. I've had the plot since forever but I actually sat down and finished this. \o/ I know it's nothing much, but hey. I tried!
A/N: This is for spazzwriter who is the best beta and bestestest friend EVER, choilove who's waited long enough for me to finish anything, to KC jie who has been the best Taoris jie on Tumblahh! And to my wonderful Taoris Tlist family! Don't kick me out after this ridiculous attempt at writing our ship pls i beg ^u^