Whisky and Men

Sho's head hung down, his eyes closed and hands hanging loosely between his legs. He felt like his brain was on a sick carnival ride, revisiting the same scenery again and again ever since he saw Koga at the bar. He smashed his hands against his face, scrubbing at his skin trying to wake himself up. He couldn't stop seeing the way Koga's lips pressed against the other man's mouth. Seeing that small spot flexing in on his jawline. Seeing the way his lips took on a strange and sudden softness as they melded with the man's, pressing together in desire.

Angrily, he bit down on his palm, wanting the pain to snap him out of his dilemma. Instead, his mouth filled with the taste of his own skin and he flushed, the taste and feel catapulting him back to that first night and chocolate.

Sho shoved off the couch, his fingers twitching with the ache to feel Koga's mouth wrapped around them again. "Shit," he said under his breath. "I need a drink."

Do you need me to spell out for you what happens when two mutually attracted men add whisky to the evening?

Sho bit his lip. What the fuck what that even supposed to mean? Two men plus whisky just means two drunk-ass men that stink of Ireland. Right? He walked into his kitchen, his feet bare on the cold tile floor. Reaching up to the high cabinet where Shoko kept the liquor -- seemed like a weird place for it, but she always insisted it be just barely in his reach even though it forced her to use a stepstool to get anything -- made his shirt come untucked. Sho growled, ripping it off over his head and throwing it at the sink. Stupid flowy girl shirt. He reached up again, his fingers brushing against the largest bottle. Vodka.

Wouldn't do. He shoved it aside with his fingertips and patted the cabinet shelf, searching blindly for the other bottles. With a huff, Sho gave in and pushed himself up on the counter, kneeling on the countertop. He shifted the front bottles out of the way and found it, there in the back. 18-year Oban whisky. Hefting the bottle, he turned in place and plopped down on the counter. His feet tapped lightly against the bottom cabinet doors as he examined the label on the bottle.

"An elegantly matured single malt that balances opulent fruit flavours with rich peat smoke and spicy wood, culminating in a long, smooth, finish," he read aloud, trying to make his voice lilt in a sufficiently Scottish manner. "Sounds weird," he said with a smirk. He reached back over his shoulder with one hand and nabbed a glass from the shelf, twisting open the bottle and pouring a generous jigger-worth into the glass. He held the glass aloft, peering through the whisky. Its amber color reminded him obnoxiously of Kyoko's eyes.

At least she's a girl, he thought to himself. "I'll cheer to that," he said to the empty room, lifting his glass in salute to the tiny tits gracing Kyoko's chest. He threw back the whisky and immediately started coughing, sliding off the counter. "Ah-- burns--" he gasped, holding his chest. His eyes watered as he leaned back against the counter, feeling the heat creep down his chest along with the alcohol.

"Fruity my ass," he groaned as another cough escaped him. "Why would anyone want to drink this?" Koga's face swam into his vision as he heard the actor's words repeated. "And why does he think this will work for trapping Ts--" Sho cut himself off, turning and pouring another glass.

Fire lanced through his throat and crept its way down to his belly as he threw another shot back, letting his mind wander again. He braced himself against the counter. He would work this out of his system tonight and be back to normal. God, he thought as he gasped. He never makes it look like it burns this badly. Sho's head spun as he poured a third glass, gripping his cup more clumsily than before. Setting the bottle down as far away from the edge of the counter as possible, Sho strolled back into his living room.

"Shoko's going to kill me when she gets back tomorrow," he said to the empty room, chuckling. "She was saving this for some special occasion." He held the glass up and spun around with it, looking at the room through the amber liquid. "Tonight is special enough, right?"

With a thump Sho plopped on the couch, leaning back over the armrest. It wasn't as comfy as the one at Koga's place. Shoko put too much stock in decorative value and not enough in what really mattered: plushiness. Sho scootched lower, letting his imagination put him back at Koga's apartment as he rested his still-full whisky glass on the floor next to him.

The last time he'd laid out on the couch at Koga's, it hadn't been whisky burning him. Sho's hand crept over his bare chest, his face still. Koga's hands were bigger than his by a few inches. Maybe he'd been trained in massage before; with hands that size it would be a waste not to, right? Sho smiled to himself. Obviously that training was why it felt so damn good. He pressed his own hand down, tracing it over his chest in slow, even strokes. He tried to remember the feeling of Koga's weight bearing down on him as his hands had massaged his back with even strokes. He could remember how his heart had pounded and wondered if Koga had been able to feel it through his back. Sho rolled on his side, curling up slightly.

What am I doing? he thought. Think of women. A hot, sexy, fucking massive-breasted woman. Sho sat up, spreading his legs wide. He needed to end this. He fumbled slightly with the unfamiliar zipper on his leather pants, shifting as he drew himself out. She had huge tits, brown bouncing ones, kneeling in front of him. He started to stroke himself, his eyes closed in concentration. She would trace her hands down his legs, her face and hands moving closer inch by inch to his center. Sho moved his own hand down, following her imaginary path as he stroked. She'd stop and grin up at him when her face got just in front of his--

"Fuck," Sho gasped, his eyes shooting open and his hand flying back. His shithead of a brain --for once he agreed with Kyoko-- had switched it. Big tits girl didn't look up at him. Koga did. A sadistic grin lit Koga's face as he licked his lips and drew his large hands down Sho's legs, never breaking eye contact. Sho felt his dick twitch and he closed his eyes again, his hand drawn like a magnet to himself.

"Fuck," he repeated, breathing heavily as his hand wrapped around his shaft. Try small tits girl. Small tits. Flat ones, even though they don't bounce much. But with perfect sensitive nipples still. Just like Koga's, hard and firm and tight beneath my hands as I grip him. Sho groaned, giving up. Just this once he'd let himself go; let himself work it completely out of his system. He started to stroke himself, relaxing his grip on his imagination even as he tightened his grip on his shaft.

Koga's breath was hot on his tip as he hovered over him, teasing him, his fingers kneading the inside of Sho's legs. A flick of the tongue on the underside made Sho shiver and curse, arching his back against the couch.

"Whisky and men," Koga murmured before he ducked slightly and swirled his tongue around the tip of Sho's erection, his teeth just barely grazing the sensitive skin. Sho panted in heady desperation as Koga's lips surrounded his tip, sucking gently. He could feel his member get sticky with precum. His face was hot, sweat already breaking out around his temples as he grit his teeth against his own awakening desire.

Slowly, the heat of Koga's mouth enveloped Sho's erection. His hands shifted to grip under Sho's thighs as he held him tightly ensnared. Sho trembled, his eyes sealed shut against the overwhelming vision.

"Look at me," Koga demanded, his voice rumbling. Sho forced his eyes open to see Koga kissing up the side of his erection, his eyes boring into Sho's. "Own this," Koga growled, coming to the end of Sho's shaft and sucking him inside.

Sho gritted his teeth against his own moan, thrusting his hardness up into Koga's mouth. He could feel his tongue swirl around him, his throat close tightly as he sucked. Sho tried to hold himself down, gripping the edge of the couch in a desperate bid to hold on to reality but his hips kept pressing up harder, faster, deeper into Koga's throat. He could feel himself close to the edge already, starting to buck against Koga rapidly. Koga moved down, shifting his tongue and his lips as he sucked. He moaned once in the back of his throat, his fingertips pressing into Sho's ass. Sho exploded with a shout, his head thrown back and leg sliding down with the intensity of the burst. The whisky glass fell over with a clang, slamming Sho back to reality. His hand was sticky with his own seed, the other still clenched tightly around the edge of the couch as he sat there panting. He smelled the sharp tang of whisky in the air as it soaked quietly into the carpet.

Sho moaned, flopping backwards onto the couch. His face felt like it was on fire. He released his hand from the edge of the sofa to bury his face in it then shoved himself up off the couch. The whisky made his head swirl as he stood, shakily making his way to the bathroom to clean up.

It didn't take long for the water to heat up. Sho stood in the shower, letting the water wash over him, wash it all away drip by drip. He braced himself against the wall of the shower, his hair plastered to his face. He shifted the water temperature down, desperate to stop the flush he felt still covering his face.

I just jerked off to a man, he thought. He balled his hand into a fist and slammed it against the wall. Not just a man. A friend. Koga.

Sho's eyebrows knit together in frustration as the mere thought of his name caused his blood to rush and his cock to twitch eagerly. "Fuck," he yelled at himself in disgust. If this was how he was going to react every time a friend told him he was gay, he would definitely be staying far away from whisky. And men.

A/N: For Aki.