A drabble about my character drinking with yours


It was late one evening and Zane and Johan was lounging in their apartment watching a movie. Johan looked up to Zane with his big puppy eyes and whined, "Zaney, I'm bored. I wanna duel."

Zane narrowed his eyes and looked down at Johan, "The movie isn't over."

"But I'm boooooooored," Johan whined some more, elongating the word, "And I haven't dueled in forever."

Zane put the movie on pause and turned to face Johan fully, "Fine. If you're that bored then let's duel with a twist. There's a clear glass bottle in the fridge, go get it."

Johan nodded and got up to go fetch what Zane had asked for. Zane cleared the coffee table of their dinner leftover, making room for a duel.

"And grab two shot glasses," Zane called over his shoulder and Johan did so.

Johan trotted back over to Zane with the alcohol and glasses and put them on the table before sitting down across from Zane and pulling out his deck.

"So, how does this work?" Johan asked, gesturing to the glasses.

"Every time you lose life points you take a shot," Zane explained, pouring the first two shots, "And every time your life points reach a thousand point mark, 7000, 6000, ect, you have to remove an article of clothing."

"W-what!" Johan gasped his face going red.

"You act like I've never seen you nude before," Zane's lips thinned as Johan started to blush.

Johan shook his head but didn't reply as he shuffled his deck. He had wanted to duel and if this was how he was going to have to do it, then so be it. Zane followed Johan's example and shuffled his deck as well.

The duel progressed slowly at first since Johan was reluctant to play by the rules. But by the time they both reached 4000 life points the game started to get interesting. By that point, Johan was drunk and Zane was teetering on the edge between drunk and buzzed. Both were down to their undies and neither was playing the game correctly anymore.

"S-Same you look plum pretty in-in those box….boxers," Johan stuttered.

Zane's response was the set his cards down onto the table and lean all the way over to kiss Johan sloppily before replying, "Not as good as you'd look without those panties."

Johan tried to lean over to the table to meet Zane but ended up falling over onto his side. Zane shuffled around the table to look at Johan and Johan started giggling. Johan reached up and start to paw at Zane's boxers, eventually he found the elastic and pulled them off.

"I-I found your dragon," Johan said and started to giggle again.

Zane looked down as Johan's hands start to fondle his penis. Slowly he started to become erect and Johan looked up at him, eyes filled with laughing tears, and said, "your dragon wants attention" before pulling himself up onto his knees and bringing his mouth down around Zane's dick.

Zane moaned. He couldn't help it. He was wasted and horny and Johan was giving him a blow job. A very good blow job for somebody as drunk as Johan was.

Johan licked down the side of Zane's dick and then back up before taking the whole thing in his mouth and sucking on it. He brought his hand down and fondled Zane's balls as he accidentally grazed his teeth across Zane's dick making the older man moan some more.

Zane's head fell backwards as his hips started to buck forward. "Johan!" he called out before he lost what very little control he had had and came into Johan's mouth.

Johan pulled back and licked the cum off his lips as he looked up at Zane with happy, sleepy eyes. "I made you -hic- cum," Johan said slowly as his eyes started to droop and he was overcome with hiccups.

Zane lowered himself onto the floor and Johan curled up next to him. Zane wrapped his arms around Johan and Johan placed his head on Zane's bare chest.

"Samey….I love yoooou," Johan said before closing his eyes and passing out.

"I love you too," Zane answered and fell asleep himself.

The next morning Johan wakes up to a massive headache and finds that there's an odd flavor in his mouth. Zane is still asleep as he sits up and examines the room. From the half empty bottle of rum to the the cards to Zane's boxers around his ankles.

"What happened?" he asked the empty room as his head decided to throb painfully.


Apologies for spelling or typing errors. I wrote this half asleep.