In this chapter : Craig's a bit more attached to Hwoarang than he thought...
A/N : Ack, getting shorter and shorter x.x. Hope I'm going to do a bit longer on my next one ((sweatdrops)). Anyways... college's almost over! =D. Just a few more days for our video project (and my Creative Writing novella, and my Media Critic text... o.o') and this will be the end of it. No more courses until Sept. 7th! NO MORE PHYS ED!!!! ((laughs madly)). Okies, shutting up now ((sweatdrops once again)). Enjoy!
The Bet
Chapter 4 : Exception
Hwoarang followed Craig up to the room they shared. "I'm gonna take a shower, kid" he said as he took different clothes and headed to the bathroom.
"Thought you wanted a more "private" place...?"
"Bathrooms are pretty private... won't take me long. Don't worry."
"But... heh... whatever." The redhead male sat on Craig's bed and turned on the TV, trying to find a good show. He turned it off right away, as there was nothing much. He also tried listening the Cds he had brought with him, but once again decided to do another activity. Maybe he'd join Craig...
He quietly opened the bathroom door and slid in, finally founding a use to army infiltration outside the army. The other man didn't even notice it. Hwoarang undressed himself too and sneaked behind his lover, circling his waist with his arms.
"Whatcha doing here?"
"Guess...." he said as he snuggled against the bigger body, his trademark grin still plastered on his face. "Mmm?? Come on... you know exactly what I want..."
"I do?"
"Of course. Isn't what we all want?"
"Depends."
"It's hard for men to lie about if they want sex or not, and I know one who's quite horny..."
Craig didn't even bother looking down ; he knew he was fully erected. He closed his eyes as he tried to think about something else, in vain. When he opened them again, the youth had disappeared from his sight. Hwoarang was on his knees, right hand going up and down on his cock. A bit shocked because of the rather unexpected, he thought about telling the kid to stop, but rectified his position and let the redhead do as he wanted. He now felt the Korean's soft lips on his member and took a deep breath. The sensation was great, he had to say it. And the next thing he knew, after the pleasure wave that came over his body, is that Hwoarang was gagging... "You alright kid?!"
The redhead got up and wiped his mouth, panting and couching. "Yeah yeah... I'm... OK... don't.. don't worry about me."
"You sure?"
He rasied an eyebrow and grinned widely. "Heh. I'm not purple or blue, am I?"
"Nope. Pretty white though."
"Yeah... compared to you..."
The American chuckled and reached for his mate's waist, pulling him closer. "Getting real fun being with ya."
"'Cause it wasn't fun earlier?"
[Huh... yeah it was... keep in mind it's just a bet, just a game... there is no love. None.] "Of course it was... just I'm not used to be with a guy. New to me." [I think...]
"I tend to forget I'm with a usually straight guy. Always wondered what it feels like to be with a girl..."
[Don't put too much, else you can kiss your money good-bye. He'll know right away, he's pretty far from stupid.] "Well it's... it's... yeah. OK. Never been with a girl?"
Hwoarang shook his head. "No. Don't know why... never really interested me. I don't feel like spending my afternoons shopping and being told that she has a headache or whatever... and I feel much safer with a guy."
"Not all girls are extremely romantic" Craig said as he took a towel and started to dry himself. "Some are, yeah. But not all of them."
"Heh... oh well. I'm better with guys."
[Good for you. I'm not.] "Well, you're the exception, kid. My exception." He tossed the other towel to Hwoarang who had stayed in the shower, shivering. "Anything you want to do today?"
"Hmmmm... I'd like to... I don't know at all." The youth shrugged, then got out of the bathroom to dress himself once again. "What did you do with your girlfriends?"
"We'd watch movies, restaurant, go to rock concert, one brought me to a play, with the other I had to watch over her two kids - "
The redhead laughed out loud. "Craig watching over children?! Poor children! Nah, kidding."
"Kids are cool. Always wanted some."
"You don't look like the guy who'd want kids though... more like the type of man who spends his days in gym, training to be number one like Paul Phoenix does."
"You're wrong on that."
"Kinda hard to have kids when you're with someone of your own sex though."
[Duh. We won't be together THAT long.] "True. Anyways... what do YOU want to do?"
"How about we... must be arcades around here... wanna challenge you in a Soul Calibur 2 match." Hwoarang smirked. "What ya say about that?"
Craig nodded, smirking too. "Would've prefered a real match, but since rules are rules, don't wanna be disqualified... it's a deal, kid."
"Gotta question though."
"Go ahead, babe."
"Why do you always call me kid?"
The taller man shrugged and laughed quietly before telling why. "Your name's hard to pronounce for me, plus you look and act younger than me. You're younger, in fact."
"Makes sense. At least it proves I'm not old!" the younger man replied while showing his tongue.
"We'll see if I'm that old hehe." He charged at the Korean male, who saw the "attack" coming and avoided it by moving right, only to be caught by a pair of strong arms. Both fell on the bed, their faces separated by half an inch. "Knew you'd move right if I attaked you left." Hwoarang posed his lips oh his lover's, bringing him into a deep kiss. Craig didn't back off adn moved his hands in the red hair, wondering why, once again, he was in this situation. Why was he... attracted... to him? Why wasn't he just pushing him off the bed and telling him not to come any closer? He had to say Hwoarang was quite good looking for a man, but it had to stop there.
Nothing was supposed to come after that night. It was a one-night-stand, ONE NIGHT. Not three days.
He just couldn't resign to leave the guy. Not without any decent explication. Hwoarang would kill him, with reasons.
And well, maybe there was something more than that bet... still he refused to admit it. He enjoyed the youth's company. But male pride being what it is, he'd never really say that he "loved" him back. At least. This was going to be such a mess when he'd say to the kid that it was just for a bunch of dollar bills...
[Thinking about money... gotta talk to Fury as soon as possible. I want to end all that before I hurt him. I sound like I care... yeah I do. Don't know how, but I do.]
"Still hard?! Whoa! Hehehehehe..."
"Tsk tsk tsk Hwoarang... not now!" he teased. "Let's go to the arcades. Was your idea after all."
"What if I want to switch?"
"Better had done this earlier."
"Whatever, I'm gonna kick your ass."
"That's what you said last time we fought for real."
Hwoarang ran a hand in his hair and blushed. "You have a strenght advantage. Not fair. That's why I want my rematch."
"I'll still have that strenght advantage, kid."
"WHATEVER! I want my revenge."
"Then you got it, Hwoarang. Happy?"
"Yep."
[Good. Love that smile.] [WHAT?! I'm going mad... nuthouse is waiting for me... just thought I loved him... no that's is smile. Not the same. But it's him in a way... Guess I was right. He's my exception. Now what the fuck am I going to do about that...] "Come on kid. Let's go."
To be continued...
A/N 2 : Will he EVER tell him? Only I knows the answer XD. Not gonna reveal now, else there wouldn't be anymore story. Thanks for the reviews! =D One thing though : keep in mind it's just fiction ;).
A/N : Ack, getting shorter and shorter x.x. Hope I'm going to do a bit longer on my next one ((sweatdrops)). Anyways... college's almost over! =D. Just a few more days for our video project (and my Creative Writing novella, and my Media Critic text... o.o') and this will be the end of it. No more courses until Sept. 7th! NO MORE PHYS ED!!!! ((laughs madly)). Okies, shutting up now ((sweatdrops once again)). Enjoy!
Chapter 4 : Exception
Hwoarang followed Craig up to the room they shared. "I'm gonna take a shower, kid" he said as he took different clothes and headed to the bathroom.
"Thought you wanted a more "private" place...?"
"Bathrooms are pretty private... won't take me long. Don't worry."
"But... heh... whatever." The redhead male sat on Craig's bed and turned on the TV, trying to find a good show. He turned it off right away, as there was nothing much. He also tried listening the Cds he had brought with him, but once again decided to do another activity. Maybe he'd join Craig...
He quietly opened the bathroom door and slid in, finally founding a use to army infiltration outside the army. The other man didn't even notice it. Hwoarang undressed himself too and sneaked behind his lover, circling his waist with his arms.
"Whatcha doing here?"
"Guess...." he said as he snuggled against the bigger body, his trademark grin still plastered on his face. "Mmm?? Come on... you know exactly what I want..."
"I do?"
"Of course. Isn't what we all want?"
"Depends."
"It's hard for men to lie about if they want sex or not, and I know one who's quite horny..."
Craig didn't even bother looking down ; he knew he was fully erected. He closed his eyes as he tried to think about something else, in vain. When he opened them again, the youth had disappeared from his sight. Hwoarang was on his knees, right hand going up and down on his cock. A bit shocked because of the rather unexpected, he thought about telling the kid to stop, but rectified his position and let the redhead do as he wanted. He now felt the Korean's soft lips on his member and took a deep breath. The sensation was great, he had to say it. And the next thing he knew, after the pleasure wave that came over his body, is that Hwoarang was gagging... "You alright kid?!"
The redhead got up and wiped his mouth, panting and couching. "Yeah yeah... I'm... OK... don't.. don't worry about me."
"You sure?"
He rasied an eyebrow and grinned widely. "Heh. I'm not purple or blue, am I?"
"Nope. Pretty white though."
"Yeah... compared to you..."
The American chuckled and reached for his mate's waist, pulling him closer. "Getting real fun being with ya."
"'Cause it wasn't fun earlier?"
[Huh... yeah it was... keep in mind it's just a bet, just a game... there is no love. None.] "Of course it was... just I'm not used to be with a guy. New to me." [I think...]
"I tend to forget I'm with a usually straight guy. Always wondered what it feels like to be with a girl..."
[Don't put too much, else you can kiss your money good-bye. He'll know right away, he's pretty far from stupid.] "Well it's... it's... yeah. OK. Never been with a girl?"
Hwoarang shook his head. "No. Don't know why... never really interested me. I don't feel like spending my afternoons shopping and being told that she has a headache or whatever... and I feel much safer with a guy."
"Not all girls are extremely romantic" Craig said as he took a towel and started to dry himself. "Some are, yeah. But not all of them."
"Heh... oh well. I'm better with guys."
[Good for you. I'm not.] "Well, you're the exception, kid. My exception." He tossed the other towel to Hwoarang who had stayed in the shower, shivering. "Anything you want to do today?"
"Hmmmm... I'd like to... I don't know at all." The youth shrugged, then got out of the bathroom to dress himself once again. "What did you do with your girlfriends?"
"We'd watch movies, restaurant, go to rock concert, one brought me to a play, with the other I had to watch over her two kids - "
The redhead laughed out loud. "Craig watching over children?! Poor children! Nah, kidding."
"Kids are cool. Always wanted some."
"You don't look like the guy who'd want kids though... more like the type of man who spends his days in gym, training to be number one like Paul Phoenix does."
"You're wrong on that."
"Kinda hard to have kids when you're with someone of your own sex though."
[Duh. We won't be together THAT long.] "True. Anyways... what do YOU want to do?"
"How about we... must be arcades around here... wanna challenge you in a Soul Calibur 2 match." Hwoarang smirked. "What ya say about that?"
Craig nodded, smirking too. "Would've prefered a real match, but since rules are rules, don't wanna be disqualified... it's a deal, kid."
"Gotta question though."
"Go ahead, babe."
"Why do you always call me kid?"
The taller man shrugged and laughed quietly before telling why. "Your name's hard to pronounce for me, plus you look and act younger than me. You're younger, in fact."
"Makes sense. At least it proves I'm not old!" the younger man replied while showing his tongue.
"We'll see if I'm that old hehe." He charged at the Korean male, who saw the "attack" coming and avoided it by moving right, only to be caught by a pair of strong arms. Both fell on the bed, their faces separated by half an inch. "Knew you'd move right if I attaked you left." Hwoarang posed his lips oh his lover's, bringing him into a deep kiss. Craig didn't back off adn moved his hands in the red hair, wondering why, once again, he was in this situation. Why was he... attracted... to him? Why wasn't he just pushing him off the bed and telling him not to come any closer? He had to say Hwoarang was quite good looking for a man, but it had to stop there.
Nothing was supposed to come after that night. It was a one-night-stand, ONE NIGHT. Not three days.
He just couldn't resign to leave the guy. Not without any decent explication. Hwoarang would kill him, with reasons.
And well, maybe there was something more than that bet... still he refused to admit it. He enjoyed the youth's company. But male pride being what it is, he'd never really say that he "loved" him back. At least. This was going to be such a mess when he'd say to the kid that it was just for a bunch of dollar bills...
[Thinking about money... gotta talk to Fury as soon as possible. I want to end all that before I hurt him. I sound like I care... yeah I do. Don't know how, but I do.]
"Still hard?! Whoa! Hehehehehe..."
"Tsk tsk tsk Hwoarang... not now!" he teased. "Let's go to the arcades. Was your idea after all."
"What if I want to switch?"
"Better had done this earlier."
"Whatever, I'm gonna kick your ass."
"That's what you said last time we fought for real."
Hwoarang ran a hand in his hair and blushed. "You have a strenght advantage. Not fair. That's why I want my rematch."
"I'll still have that strenght advantage, kid."
"WHATEVER! I want my revenge."
"Then you got it, Hwoarang. Happy?"
"Yep."
[Good. Love that smile.] [WHAT?! I'm going mad... nuthouse is waiting for me... just thought I loved him... no that's is smile. Not the same. But it's him in a way... Guess I was right. He's my exception. Now what the fuck am I going to do about that...] "Come on kid. Let's go."
To be continued...
A/N 2 : Will he EVER tell him? Only I knows the answer XD. Not gonna reveal now, else there wouldn't be anymore story. Thanks for the reviews! =D One thing though : keep in mind it's just fiction ;).