Spin-dare - multi-pairing - NC-17 (Part 7)

Title: Spin-dare
Part: 7/7
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 7

The next morning, Yehsung was up bright and early, and so when the other members finally started to drag themselves out of bed at noon, he was dancing around the kitchen, singing to himself as he made pancakes (from a packet) and juice (from a bottle) for everyone – he was, he figured, such a kind hyung, and a good dongsaeng – because he knew that everyone would be needing a good, filling breakfast after everything that had happened the night before. Between flipping pancakes and pouring glasses of different varieties of juice, he was nursing a cream liqueur-spiked coffee, still using the alcohol to attempt to burn those horrible images out of his head.

Ryeowook and Kyuhyun, practically dry-fucking against the bathroom counter before he closed the door and spared anyone else the sight. Eunhyuk, wandering back out to the kitchen with Sungmin’s cum spattered over his chest. Eeteuk and Kangin, running through the kitchen in each other’s hastily-drawn on clothes. Shiwon and Han Geng, fucking in his bed. Heechul and Donghae, grinding against each other on the closed lid of the toilet. He could only thank his lucky stars that when he moved back to the living room, Kibum and Shindong had been curled up, asleep, as opposed to doing some extremely vulgar to one another.

In the end, truthfully, he hadn’t slept at all. The alcohol was doing a fine job of keeping him awake, though.

Kibum wandered in first, shortly followed by Shindong, picking up a plateful of pancakes and a glass of juice each before disappearing back to the living room to watch cartoons. Yehsung was amused; both of them wanted to avoid the fallout of what had happened the night before. He, on the other hand, couldn’t wait to see how everyone would react to one another, this morning.

Maybe he was just tired.

Of the others, Donghae was the first to emerge, looking uncomfortable and embarrassed, and walking with a (rather amusing) limp. “Morning,” he murmured dully, not daring to meet Yehsung’s eyes. He grabbed a plate of pancakes and a glass of juice, and looked up as Heechul strode into the kitchen, immediately looking away again, cheeks burning as the older man’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. Trust Heechul. As he approached, Donghae slunk to the table, sitting in the furthest corner, staring at his plate as he batted his pancakes pointlessly around the plate with his fork.

“Good morning, Jongwoon,” Heechul announced, swooping in on some pancakes. “I trust you slept well?” He didn’t even wait for an answer as he grabbed a glass of juice and sauntered over to the table, practically sitting in Donghae’s – poor Donghae – lap. “Hello, gorgeous,” the older man sung, but Donghae just looked away, face burning such a bright red that it spread through to his ears, lighting them up like beacons.

Yehsung was so busy snickering at the pair that he almost missed it when Shiwon and Han Geng slumped into the room, together but pointedly apart, both men refusing to look at the other as they struggled with the knowledge of what had happened the night before. And when they saw Heechul practically sitting on Donghae at the table, they blanched, each grabbing a pancake and a glass of juice and starting to sneak from the room – until Heechul noticed them, at least, and called out, “Yah! Where do you two think you’re going?” Yehsung snickered when Shiwon muttered a very, very dirty word, and both men, hanging their heads, slunk over to the table to sit near to – but pointedly far away from – Heechul and Donghae. He couldn’t help but laugh over how whipped they were. It was great.

Eunhyuk was next, slipping into the kitchen and grabbing pancakes and juice before bolting again without so much as a word. And then there was Sungmin, skulking in to snatch some breakfast for himself, everything about him exuding an aura of Don’t-You-Dare-Fucking-Talk-To-Me-Or-I’ll-Rip-Your-Head-Off. Yehsung said nothing, just cheerfully observed as Sungmin added three spoons of sugar to his juice, poured an abundance of maple syrup over his pancakes, and then sat at the table, as far away from the others as possible. Han Geng, desperate to escape the awkward silence that had fallen over their group as the three of them tried to wriggle out of the occasional groping Heechul touch, ventured nervously, “Sungmin-ah, good morning.”

Sungmin set dark, furious eyes on Han Geng and shrieked, “I’M NOT GAY!!!!!!!!!!” Yehsung smothered his laughter in a series of coughs.

No one else emerged for the longest time. Eeteuk and Kangin, in fact, didn’t appear until Sungmin had slipped into the living room to watch cartoons, and Heechul’s harem had long fled the table, followed by Heechul himself, demanding to know where they were all going. Yehsung was sitting at the table, nursing a scotch-tainted cola, picking at a couple of half-cold pancakes when a shuffling in the kitchen alerted him to their presence, and he looked up, grinning wickedly when he saw their pale, embarrassed faces.

“Oh, come on, guys,” he mocked, standing up and folding his arms over his chest, “I can understand some of the others being embarrassed, but you two are old hands at this fucking-when-you’re-drunk thing. You’ve got no excuse.”

Kangin glowered at him, but Eeteuk gently put a hand on the younger man’s arm, looking down at Yehsung. “It’s not that, Jongwoon-ah,” he corrected him. “Actually, we were quite comfortable when we woke up. Apart from cold,” he added. “But that was the water more than anything.”

Yehsung raised an eyebrow. “Okay. So what’s the problem?”

Eeteuk opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, Kyuhyun and Ryeowook padded into the kitchen, and Yehsung’s dark eyes slid to them, lighting up in something akin to a cruel excitement. The shy, innocent twin magnae were the pair he was looking forward to seeing the most, this morning, after their… escapades, the night before.

He was surprised, then, to say the least, to find them hand in hand, talking quietly to one another with sweet little smiles on their faces. They didn’t even notice their three hyungs watching them with looks of shock and disgust on their faces as they picked up plates of pancakes and glasses of juice, sitting at the table next to each other so they could eat. And… oh, God, Kyuhyun was feeding Ryeowook, and after a few mouthfuls each they kissed, and… Yehsung turned back to face Eeteuk, aware that he was probably wearing a very similar look of disgust to his hyung. “Uhm,” he said, and Eeteuk smiled bitterly.

“We went into their room – Teukie’s room – this morning,” Kangin explained. “We wanted to get them back for last night. You know, pretend to fuck on Teukie’s bed. Really loud and shit. Totally embarrass them.” He stopped talking, looking angry, and embarrassed himself.

“Except when we got in there…” Eeteuk shook his head, as if it was a thought he didn’t want to rethink. “…Well… they were like this. Except, well…”

“We saw them come.” Kangin shuddered, his blunt words even too blunt for him.

Yehsung laughed.

~Fin~