Hello all! Back at it again with the self-indulgent smut. I'm writing this short fic at the same time as my main one.
Chapter 1: Morning Coffee
"What is this?"
"Hey, you've got eyes, Manjome. Very pretty ones. But, try to use them now and again."
"I swear to God. Fine, let me restate my question so you'll use your microscopic brain to actually answer me. Why did you get me… this?"
The grin from ear to ear from his boyfriend only served to irk him even more. He could try to guess, and question, and search, but it was a fruitless endeavor trying to understand Judai. There were barely enough functioning cells inside that brain on a good day when he was focused on something like dueling. But, outside of that realm, and particularly when he was thinking with his dick, Judai was impossible to explain. And, as evident by the tent in his underwear, he had clearly only used a single part of his body to guide him. And it certainly wasn't his brain.
It was too early in the morning for these types of shenanigans and Manjome had still not had his morning coffee yet. It sat in his Ojama Yellow mug, clouds of steam rising from it. The mug had been another one of Judai's gifts, much more practical than the one he had just received. While he waited for the coffee to cool, and while he thought of some type of retort, he got up and walked to their liquor cabinet. He opened the cabinet door and stared, attempting to find an acceptable reason for his choice of liquor.
It was too early for a straight shot. Even one on the rocks. Tequila would just give him heartburn later that evening. Bourbon would give him heartburn right now. Gin always smelled better than it tasted, especially if he was going to be drinking later today. That one always seemed to come back up, at least more than his other poisons of choice.
He didn't like the taste of vodka, unless it was in a mule. But, they didn't have any ginger beer at the moment and he didn't feel like heading out to the store. Rum was too sweet, and they really only had it to make mojitos. Those were Judai's favorites, which meant that he definitely wasn't going to make them. Horny Judai did not need to be mixed with drunk Judai. That would only end badly for a certain Manjome.
That left only a blended whiskey. It would have to do. He could add some to his coffee and only hope to survive the day. It was definitely going to be a long day, especially considering it was Judai's birthday. He pulled some bottles out to be able to reach the whiskey at the back of the shelf, a loud clanking of glass echoing through their apartment.
"What are you doing, besides showing me that cute little tush of yours?"
It was definitely going to be a long day. Whiskey wasn't going to cut it if this kept up for the rest of the day.
"I swear, you drive me to drink more than even the Ojamas do."
He didn't look up from his mug as he poured the liquor in. A double shot. He'd decided that he was going to start early, after all. He could feel that idiotic, dopey grin burning into the back of his head. There was no need to look up and confirm it.
"Oh really? I'll have to keep that in mind. You're so much more fun when you drink. I'll have to start being extra annoying."
Oh, dear God above. What manner of monster had he just unwittingly created? A more annoying version of Judai might cause the sun to collapse on itself and explode. Or his liver, at the very least.
"You're serious about this, aren't you?"
"Well, yeah. I can try and find ways to annoy you even more. You like to tell me when I do, so-"
"No, you dolt. I was talking about the bet."
He brought the mug to his lips, sticking the tip of his tongue in to test the temperature. Still scalding hot. He might have to drink from the bottle soon.
"Oh, that. Absolutely. How could I not be? Seeing you in less clothing, the thought is just making me-"
"Yeah, I got it. It's pretty clear based on the tent you're pitching right now."
The wide grin narrowed, morphing into a smirk. "Hey, it's my birthday. And you agreed to it." He stood up from the kitchen table and walked behind his black-haired partner. As Manjome took a sip of his now adult coffee, Judai wrapped his arms around his stomach and squeezed. He reached up and pinched one of Manjome's nipples and leaned into the space between his head and shoulder. "We've still got some time until everyone shows up…"
He was starting to reconsider the notion that drunk Judai was worse than horny Judai. He tried not to react and finish his coffee in one sip. A delay tactic that did not seem to be working. At least they were both still wearing their underwear. Not that what you could call what Judai was wearing as underwear.
"C'mon…" he whispered softly, blowing into the loose strands of hair behind Manjome's ears as he spoke. The aroma of the coffee blocked out what surely would have been Judai's morning breath. His hands moved down his body. "You know you want to as well." They grasped the elastic waistband around his hips and tugged.
It was becoming futile for Manjome and he was losing whatever control of the situation he had. Not that he seemed to have too much control. His own body was betraying him. And for what? It wasn't like he was competing with anyone for Judai. His body didn't need to melt at the slightest touch like a teen in a bad romance movie.
He was out of coffee and he didn't know what to do. His boyfriend knew all of his buttons and how to push them for maximum effect.
Cold fingers wiggled their way under his underwear and tickled the inside of his thighs. He could barely contain himself, his body shuddering at the touch. Judai's fingers continued to move around his thighs. He started to tickle the sensitive skin, causing him to jump even more. His touch eventually found a new area, causing Manjome to gasp. It was all he could do to not audibly respond. He wouldn't give Judai the satisfaction of winning. Even on his birthday.
Especially on his birthday.
But, those fingers knew what they were doing and he was failing to control himself. When he felt soft, delicate lips pressing on the back of his neck and traveling further south, he knew was a lost cause. The rhythmic back and forth motion continued in earnest. Judai's free hand pulled Manjome's underwear down to his knees. He felt his feet being pushed apart and he was fully exposed. At the mercy of Judai, who was completely in charge and knew that he was in charge. Who was he kidding? He was most likely equally as turned on now.
The kissing stopped, as well as the rubbing. He felt hands on his shoulders turning him around. When had he shut his eyes? He opened them to see those big brown eyes and that perfectly goofy smile. He leaned in for a kiss and was abruptly stopped by those arms on his shoulder.
"That was fun." He chuckled. "Now, go get a shower and put on your gift." He walked away and opened the door to the fridge. Pretending nothing had happened, he began to hum a tune to himself.
If he was in a cartoon, his head would have exploded from a volcano erupting. He couldn't form words for a moment. Long enough that he could hear the clattering of a bowl on the counter.
"What the fuck, Judai? After all that?"
"Yeah, you've got to earn it today. My birthday, my rules. If you're good, we'll finish what we started after the party."
He looked up from the fridge just to wave away the still-naked Manjome. His face was red. Whether it was from anger or embarrassment would be debated for years to come.
"Hurry up, I've still got to shower today, too."
He bent over to pull his underwear back up, swearing under his breath. He walked back into the living room, picking up the box and storming down the short hallway to their room. He slammed the door behind him, earning a howl of laughter from the man in the kitchen. A similarly demonic cackle could be heard from the Duel Spirit that emerged next to him.
"And you better not finish in the shower." Came the singsong voice from the kitchen.
If Manjome's brain could function properly after being overly stimulated and then cruelly cast aside, he would have had choice words. Of that, he was certain. If only he could find them. As for now, he was resigned to his fate. The knob creaked as he turned it and the water sputtered from the shower head.
It was going to be a long day. He was going to need another coffee.