Alive (and I'm a Famous Rapper)
pairing: XiuWooTao
genre: crack, humor, fluff'
word count: 2.2k+
rating: pg13 for language
summary: Xiumin gets rapping lessons...from Dongwoo and Tao.
a/n: for baby Satan's birthday~ happy birthday Aleena torontok :*
Title taken from "Handlebars" by Flobots
also I highly recommend checking out the songs mentioned, if you haven't already. :3
( They were supposed to be watching a soccer match on his new TV. Minseok even bought snacks and beer, everything. And somehow, he let slip that he wanted to learn how to rap and suddenly, he was rapping to random songs with the help and guidance of Tao and Dongwoo. )
genre: crack, humor, fluff'
word count: 2.2k+
rating: pg13 for language
summary: Xiumin gets rapping lessons...from Dongwoo and Tao.
a/n: for baby Satan's birthday~ happy birthday Aleena torontok :*
Title taken from "Handlebars" by Flobots
also I highly recommend checking out the songs mentioned, if you haven't already. :3
( They were supposed to be watching a soccer match on his new TV. Minseok even bought snacks and beer, everything. And somehow, he let slip that he wanted to learn how to rap and suddenly, he was rapping to random songs with the help and guidance of Tao and Dongwoo. )
"You...really think I did that well?" Minseok shyly eyed Tao and Dongwoo. Dongwoo surprised everyone in the room and took Minseok's burning cheeks into his hands, pressing his lips to Minseok's own. The kiss was chaste, but lingering. They broke apart and the room fell silent.
"Yes, you did. And here's what you get for being a good boy." Minseok turned around to see Tao reaching out for him. This kiss was deeper than the chaste, innocent one he just shared with Dongwoo. Minseok could feel Tao's hands inching from around his waist and up his body. Dongwoo felt a little jealous and decided to claim Minseok's neck for his own, his hands already working Minseok's jeans open.
Minseok was overwhelmed at the sensations that surrounded him, and yet, they disappeared. Minseok looked down to see them both, staring hungrily at his freed cock. Minseok closed his eyes, mentally preparing himself for the feelings of warm tongues and moist cavit--*BBBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*
Minseok rolled off the couch, landing on his face into a bowl of popcorn. The game they finally caught after Minseok's rap lesson was way over. The tv was showing highlights, beer bottles were strewn about the table, Tao was passed out behind the couch and Dongwoo was passed out on the kitchen floor in the fetal position, face first in a box of Rocky Road ice cream. He wiped the butter from his eye and lowered the tv volume to try and quell the headache that threatened to rip his head open.
What the fucking hell was that dream? As Minseok dragged himself up and rolled the two out of his apartment and into a taxi, he realized he really didn't want to find out what that was.
He'd much rather get back to sleep.
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