Be prepared for over 2,000 words of weirdness.
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"What should we do guys?" My eccentric friend, Midna, waved her hands in the air. " I'm bored."
"Let's go clubbing!" Aryll, my best friend, was practically jumping up and down on the couch.
"Sounds cool." Link, my long-time crush, said with a dazzling smile. "Should we invite Zelda?"
"Please she is such a stick in the mud." Midna had turned toward Link and he did the same to her.
"Zelda is proper." Midna snorted at this.
"Yeah. And a Debbie downer." I couldn't help it and a laugh escaped me.
"Sheik is better company than her." Aryll wrapped her arms around me.
"Sometimes. But you have to mind the stick shoved up his arse. Makes him a party pooper." Link fell to the floor giggling like a school girl.
"Hey, I can be fun!" I stood from the couch and Midna got up from the armchair to face me. Dangit! She was taller than me by a head.
"Prove it. When we go you have to make us believe you are a fun person." Midna smirked as I nodded. "But. If you can't you have to spend the night with Dark."
"Midna, do you realize what you are saying?!" I back up into someone at her evil laugh.
"That isn't a good idea. Sheik wouldn't leave a virgin." I backed into Link! And he is hugging me!
"His fault for being a bummer." Midna stuck her tongue out at me. Oh I was gonna win this time!
"And if I win, Midna has to spend a day with Zant." I stuck my tongue out at her.
"Sounds like a deal." So we shook on it.
"Wow! This is so cool! My first time at a club!" Aryll was hopping for joy. I love the girl, but when she is hyper, it is intense.
"The bet starts when you enter that door. You can still back out." Midna was smirking at me.
"Afraid you are going to lose."
"Not likely." We show the bouncer our i.d's, then we are in.
"So Sheik, let's go have fun!" Aryll is pulling me along to the dance floor.
"Aryll, you know I don't dance." She frowns at me.
"That is a dang lie. You dance wonderfully!" At my confused look she elaborate. "I've seen you dance around your kitchen when you cook in the morning."
"I-"
"Just do what you do when you cook!" I shake my head.
"Maybe later."
I wander to the bar and see Midna. She beckons me over.
"Didn't dance?" She passes me a drink and orders another round.
"Naw. I wasn't feelin' it." I down the glass and Midna hands me another.
"How about you drink a few rounds with me and try again. That way I can say we had fun." I nod.
So many drinks later that I seem to have lost count, Midna starts up a conversation.
"Do you like Aryll?" I blush. Why does everyone think that?
"Not really into woman." Any other time I would have caught the slip.
"I always knew you were gay." I sputter and spill my glass.
"How?"
"You have a kindness in your eyes when you wach Link. How much do you love him?" My mind tries to wrap itself around why she ask 'how much' and not if I love him.
"Tons." Midna chuckles.
"We should go find Link. Your honesty is going to excite him." I wasn't sure what she ment by that.
I stumble after Midna till we come across the pool tables. Link is lining up, takes a drink, and shoots. Three balls in one turn.
"Here. Sheik is all yours now, lover boy." I am shoved into Link and luckily he catches me. "He won the bet and is completely drunk. Have a good time."
"M'not drunk." Then I hiccup. Link's laugh vibrates through my chest causing me to giggle.
"Ask him anything. Lots of alcohol makes Sheik very truthful." Nothing. "Here, I will try. Sheik, do you cheat at cards?"
"Only when I play with Link. He doesn't know." Then I bring my finger to Link's lips. "Don't tell."
Midna is laughing like a manic as she walks away and it startles me enough that I huddle closer to Link.
"Sit down and don't move." Link sits me in a red armchair. It is soft and I fall back into the plushness. Link starts a new game and the way he bends over the table is driving me nuts.
"You have a nice arse." Link shoots, but I see he has missed. "Why did you miss? I thought you were good at this game."
He turns to me red-faced. "I- uh."
"Are you sick?" I stand and make my way over to Link. I lean up to inspect his face, but he moves back. So, I get closer. "Your face is really red."
Link moves really fast or perhaps I am in slow motion, because soon I am the one leaning on the table. "I am not sick."
"That's good. I don't like being sick." Link is looking at me puzzled.
"Why would you talk abo-" I can't handle myself anymore and bridge the gap between our lips. Link is pressing on my chest lightly, but I can't stop. I have wanted this for so long and would rather not miss my chance. I bring my arms up to rest on Link's shoulders. I idly play with the hair at the base of his neck, pulling a moan from the older boy. Slowly, I stop kissing Link.
His eyes are closed for a moment and I admire his long eyelashes. Then his blue eyes flutter open. "Sheik. Why did you kiss me?"
The question stumps me. Doesn't he know? "Why did I?" I feel I would rather show him then tell. So I sit on the table to be taller and pull my crush closer.
"I-I don't know. Could you tell me?" Link seems nervous and it pushes me to calm him. My tongue runs up his pointed ear and I nibble on the tip. A groan of undeniable pleasure. But I want more. Need to show him more. My hands leave his hair, sadly. One travels to the edge of his shirt while the other tilts his face up.
"Wanna guess?" My hand enters his shirt and the skin I find there is smooth. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling Link closer. His muscles twitch under my fingertips. My lips are inches from Link's as I wait.
"No. I want you to show me." Soft lips cover my own and I gasp. Link's hands slide up my legs, then slip into my shirt. An impatient tongue licks at my lips. I chuckle. He is eager. I wait till he whines deep in his throat before allowing entrance. As soon as I do I feel as though I should have sooner.
Link's tongue caresses mine, drawing sounds from me. Ones I never knew I could make. He explores every part of my mouth, before pulling away. This time I can't help but whine.
"As nice as this is, you won't remember tomorrow." He looks sad and it leads me to peck his lips.
"Why not?" His frown deepens.
"I have seen you drink before, Sheik. Never do you get like this." I turn him toward me.
"Then make it a night I will never forget."
Sheik is beyond drunk.
I need to get him home and in bed. Oh, goddess! So many thoughts are going rampant in my mind at the mere mention of a bed. Slowing and sensually undressing this beautiful male. Running my tongue up smooth gymnast thighs. Licking at his naval and biting such sensitive skin. Pulling sounds from a friend I have loved since childhood. He must be a virgin. I would hope so. That wonderful tight... Argh!
Link, stop!
Sheik needs you. No! Not like that! Pull yourself together! He needs to be brought home. Would you rather he gets pounded in one of the club bathrooms?
Urgh! I would kill someone if such a thing happened.
"Uhh ahh mmhm..." While I was in my musings, Sheik had undone my belt and zipper. Then proceeded to tease me through my underwear. I swear he could be a ninja with the way he, even when drunk, can do things unnoticed.
I removed his hands and ignored the needy whine that shot pure pleasure to my groin, as I did my pants back up.
"Sheik. Enough."
"Don't wanna." How could someone so serious most of the time, turn into a demanding child. The pout he was giving me was almost too much.
Almost.
"Let's dance." I prayed that the goddesses would help me keep my sanity if I watched that lithe body move.
"O-Okay." Suddenly I was pulled into a kiss. But it ended quicker than I could comprehend. Sheik took my hand, grinning all the while, and led me to the dance floor.
My pants grew quite tight in a few seconds flat.
Sheik was a natural-born dancer. His body turned around, hips swaying to the music. Arms held out for me to join. I was sure the club would be quite upset with me if I did. I found I didn't have a choice in the matter as that beautiful body pulled me over.
I tried to keep up with my friend. Lover? But Sheik was a whirlwind of twirls and spins. He danced on his tiptoes and I found it to be endearing.
I was getting into the music when I realized Sheik had run off. He was over by the bar, drink in hand. That didn't bother me. The arm around his waist and hand inching towards his arse was what blew my top.
"Excuse me?" I found I was already at Sheik's side, the pervert's wrist caught in a vice grip.
"Link, stop it. This is Ghirahim. He offered me a drink." Red-hot rage burned in my veins.
"I would think he could keep his hands to himself." I refused to let go. I should break his hands off.
"Sheik didn't have a problem with it." Cocky. Those deep brown eyes shown with hunger. Lust. I wouldn't give up Sheik to anyone.
"He is very polite. Would not have said a word." I felt like being brash. "I'm sure he would rather be held in my arms. I happen to be his boyfriend."
Boyfriend.
That one word sobered me up right away. Link had called me his boyfriend. I was so happy. "I apologize, Ghirahim."
The pale teen's gaze locked on me. He was wearing a red hoodie and white skinny jeans. But what I noticed as I returned his stare, was the purple eye shadow under his eyes.
"I see." He jerked his wrist from Link. "If you should ever decide that he is not quite enough, don't hesitate to call me." Ghirahim grabbed my hand, pulled out a marker, and wrote his number on my palm. Then, with a wink, he was gone.
It was a few awkward moments before Link entwined our fingers and gave a light tug. "Wanna get something to eat? Just us?"
I nodded and headed back out into the night air.
We settled on a local restaurant, Telma's. The owner was always there and made great food.
"Howdy boys!" The big breasted redhead leaned over the counter. "Finally confessed, did we?"
Our faces must have been humorous, because she laughed. Her manicured nail pointed down. I followed it, then saw what she ment. We were still holding hands. I would have pulled my hand free, but it felt so nice.
"Yeah. Something like that." Link chuckled and tilted my chin up. Crimson met cerulean. Lips coming together as eyes closed, unable to find where the two divided.
"You two dearies are making this woman swoon." I turned away, red-faced. Link was clearly not as embarrassed.
"That was nothing compared to a drunken Sheik."
"Oh do tell." So I waited and blushed as Link described all I had accomplished within the hours at the club.
"So. What you're telling me is: Sheik becomes a sexually deprived boy only when large amounts of alcohol passes those lovely lips."
"Yep."
"Can we eat please?" This was too much. I had no idea I could be so forward.
"Sure." Two bowls of Telma's stew, along with rolls the size of my head, are set on a nearby table.
We eat in silence. My guess is because Link knows I am upset with myself.
"You didn't do anything bad." I meet Link's gaze. Is he serious?
My voice drops to a whisper, "Says you. You aren't the one that was begging for sex."
"If it helps, I would have if I knew you returned my affections." I let his words sink in.
"Did you mean what you said? About me being your boyfriend?" Link looks at me as if I have grown a second head.
"I love you." My breath caught in my throat. "I mean it. You have been the only one for me, ever."
"I feel the same. I love you, Link." And then we sealed our love with a kiss.
How corny.
Heh. This is what happens when you stay up all night, only sleeping a couple hours, watch children for the whole day, then proceed to write late into the night. Where did my mind go?
(Perhaps I will write a version of this where Sheik has to spend the night with Dark after he loses the bet. It could be fun. Hehe! But only if people want it.)
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Love and a good night's sleep,
~Annoying :)