Spin-dare - multi-pairing - NC-17 (Part 4)

Title: Spin-dare
Part: 4/7
Pairings: Lots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, humour
Summary: A party turned into a drinking session turned into a game turned into…

Spin-dare
by Rinoa

Part 4

“Kangin-ah,” Eeteuk protested as he was dragged bodily from the house, digging his heels into the ground to try and combat the younger man’s strength, to no real avail, “Yah, Kangin, it’s freezing out here…”

Kangin didn’t answer; he just dragged his elder across the lawn, over to the garden swing they kept out there, pushing Eeteuk onto it before climbing across him, anger and frustration written all over his face.

“Youngoon-ah,” the group leader tried again, using the other’s given name in a tone that was soft and almost pleading. “Youngoon-ah, we should go back inside… it’s like, minus something out here. We’ll freeze…”

“I don’t care,” Kangin growled. “Better out here than in there with those stupid kids.”

He sighed. “I know. I know, it was embarrassing, but that doesn’t mean…”

Eeteuk didn’t get to finish; in the next moment, Kangin’s mouth seized his own, and his eyes widened as the other man kissed him, hard, rough and demanding. “Kangin-” he started, but Kangin clearly wasn’t listening, only kissing him harder, more roughly, for every movement the older man dared make. Hands pinned his shoulders to the swing, which was… rocking, a little, Eeteuk noted weakly, and in the end it was just easier to give in – Kangin was angry, and drunk, and horny, and really if Eeteuk was honest with himself, he was drunk and horny too so there was no reason not to just…

Yeah.

After a few minutes – or maybe ten, Eeteuk had lost track of time – he felt Kangin’s hand slide down between them, pushing into jeans he’d never bothered to do back up in his fury, freeing his hard cock from its prison and working his hand against it, moaning shakily into his elder’s mouth. They were close enough together that every few strokes brought a brush of his knuckles against Eeteuk’s own arousal, still held by the cotton of his boxer shorts, and before long the older man was trembling, moaning as well, head tilted back and the sounds meeting cold night air as Kangin’s mouth bit into the pale skin of his neck. When he tried to reach for himself, though, the younger man’s free hand slapped him off, and Kangin growled, looking up at Eeteuk through dazed, hungry eyes.

“Let me fuck you, hyung,” he muttered, and it wasn’t so much a plea or request as a command, but it didn’t matter anyway because Eeteuk was nodding, already reaching to pull Kangin’s jeans from his hips, tilting his face up so that he could kiss him again, nipping at his lips.

The younger man paused for a split second when he realised they were lacking lube, but didn’t let it put him off – they’d done this a hundred times during a hundred drunken nights – instead he spat into his hand, once, twice, three or four times, before reaching down and covering himself as best as he could, shifting so that Eeteuk could pull his boxers off at the same time. “You’ll hurt, tomorrow,” he warned as the boxers hit the grass, bunching his hyung’s knees up against his chest, but Eeteuk just rolled his eyes and slapped him lightly on the forehead.

“Idiot. You talk like I haven’t done this before.”

Kangin looked affronted. “I was just saying-”

“Don’t say,” Eeteuk told him. Finger over his lips. “Just do, Kangin-ah.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. Practically before he could draw breath, the younger man was hunched over him, pushing into him hard and deep, making him inhale sharply and squeeze his eyes shut from the pain. But Kangin didn’t stop to check if he was okay; Eeteuk didn’t want that and he knew it. He barely even paused, just pulled out and pushed back in, pumping hard and fast into the older man, fucking him in hungry desperation. They kissed between gasped, ragged breaths, barked out short laughs on occasion, when the swing swung so hard that they nearly fell off, grappling roughly at each other as their bodies ground together.

Eeteuk kind of liked it when it hurt, and Kangin didn’t exactly believe in being careful, so fucking like this was always a bonus for both, especially drunk, when they didn’t care so much about protecting their homophobic straightness.

They could worry about the morning when it was already upon them.

When he came, Kangin bit down on Eeteuk’s shoulder hard enough to draw blood, spilling himself inside his hyung, uttering a curse or two, and then falling against him, panting hard, reaching between them again to stroke the elder through to his own release. And he wasn’t too far behind, arching up against Kangin with a moan, cum splattering over his abs and over the younger’s hand. “Ngh, Youngoon-ah,” he muttered, slumping back against the swing, eyes closed weakly, just lying there as he felt the other man’s tongue on his shoulder, licking away the blood. “Fuck, that was amazing…”

Kangin just smirked, pulling out of the other man, lying next to him on the swing, raising his soiled hand to Eeteuk’s mouth so that the elder could clean them of his own release. “It always is,” he muttered with a laugh. Not that he’d ever admit it when he was sober.

For a little while, they just lay there, but when the adrenaline left them completely, it was like they suddenly remembered how cold it was, jumping up and cursing as their feet hit cold ground, each grabbing the nearest garment and pulling them on before dashing inside again, shivering, teeth chattering furiously. They paused in the doorway for a moment – Yehsung was in the kitchen making coffee, and there were hushed voices in the living room, but that was all.

“Coffee?” Eeteuk gasped out between violent teeth-chatters, and Kangin shook his head emphatically.

“Bath.”

“Alcohol,” added the elder decisively, nodding, and then they stormed through the kitchen – it was either that or the living room with two (at least) people – trying not to look like shivering idiots and mostly failing, grabbing a bottle of bourbon on the way and avoiding Yehsung’s slightly-amused look as he watched the pair storm-slash-shiver on through, Kangin in Eeteuk’s boxers and Eeteuk in Kangin’s jeans.

Of course, they didn’t notice it themselves until they were in the bathroom, stripping off again between kisses and gulps of bourbon, sliding into the tub while it was only half-full, and Eeteuk immediately crawled over to straddle Kangin, hissing as hot water hit his back straight from the faucet, mouth pressing up hungrily against the younger man’s, only breaking apart for long enough to gulp down a mouthful or two of bourbon when one or the other decided that they wanted it.

When it felt as good as this, it was easy to forget that they were straight, at least for a little while.

They fucked again in the bathtub: once, twice, maybe even three or four times – it quickly got to the point where neither could remember – and by the time they were both well and truly spent, the bourbon was naught but an empty bottle on the floor and the water was acrid, milky with all the fluid they’d shot into it one after the other, time and time again.

“Bed,” Eeteuk croaked, but Kangin just laughed tiredly.

“Fuck bed.” Stretching out, he laid his head against the tiled wall, reaching for the older man and pulling him to lie against his chest. “I can’t be fucked walking that far.”

“What, so we sleep here?”

“I will be,” the younger man muttered. “Whether you choose to or not is… well, your choice.” A sharp laugh, made husky by too many moans, too much alcohol.

“The water will be cold in the morning,” Eeteuk pointed out.

“Who gives a fuck? That’s morning. Which it’s not. Right now it’s night. It’s warm right now.”

“Mm, point,” he conceded, closing his eyes. “Anyway… I’m feeling kind of lazy too.”

A smirk. “Good.”

“We’re gonna be so hungover tomorrow.”

“You’re gonna be sore.”

“We might even catch a cold from all this cold-hot-cold business.”

“Such is life. Who gives a fuck anyway?”

“We have a job to do.”

“We’re drunk.”

“Point.”

“Why do you only ever concede defeat when you’re drunk?”

“Because I’m drunk, and when I’m drunk I concede defeat?”

“…You really are drunk.”

“I thought we’d covered that already.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up and sleep already. You’re fucking hopeless.”

Eeteuk yawned, lightly punching the other man in the chest. “I’ll get you for that tomorrow.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

But he was smiling as he closed his eyes and wound his arms tight around the older man, pulling him close and falling asleep like that, refusing to let go.