In this chapter : Breakfast. This word resumes everything…
A/N : One (short) sex scene, coming up! XD. For the rest… it sucks. It's becoming harder and harder to write this fic… maybe I'll shorten it. Or maybe not… let's see of what I can come up with for next chapter n.n; I'll try to bring Bryan back. Gives me ideas… hehehe…
The Bet
Chapter 9 : Breakfast at Craiggy's
"Oohh… Craig…" Hwoarang moaned and panted as Craig thrusted in him, once again. He clung to the mattress to stay in place and not hit his head on the bedpost. It had hurt enough like it at first, there was no need for a headache after that.
The bigger male bent his head down, bringing the other one in a deep, tongue-twisting kiss that seemed to last several minutes. He lowered his head more, gently kissing the Korean's soft skin, right on his neck, making him shiver in pleasure.
Craig pulled in and out of him faster, as the redhead screamed even more. No question if he liked it... when you hear "YEAHH!!!! MORE!!" there were chances he did. The youth almost ripped the mattress off when he reached climax, his mouth opened wide, eyes wide shut, while the man on top spilled himself inside him. The raven-haired man rolled off, leaving Hwoarang panting, his arms and legs spread across the left side of the bed.
After regaining his senses, the Korean male got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom to wash off a bit, while Craig got dressed. Hwoarang came back and fell on the bed again.
"Want me to order our breakfast, kid?"
The kid, who had gone back to a half-asleep state, nodded nonchalantly, his eyes still closed. Although he still wanted to sleep, hunger was something he never ignored. He sat on the bed then got on his knees to wrap Craig's neck with his arms. "Order a bowl of rice for me. That'll do."
"You sure?" the man asked, thinking how it was weird that he could tough until noon to eat something more… decent. "Rice? For breakfast?"
"Yeah. Typical Asian thing… better than the army food anyway… MUCH better."
"I believe you on this." Craig dialed room service and ordered his usual eggs-bacon-toast-hash brown combo, along with some rice for Hwoarang. "You'll have to get used to American food if you come with me to the United States."
The redheaded youth happily shouted. "That means I can go with you?!!!"
For a moment, Craig wasn't sure of what he had just said. Did he really want the kid to go back with him in the USA? Won't he have a hard time adapting to a new area? And for how long? But he decided to give in, for he really appreciated the younger man. "Why not? Will you be able to eat without those sticks?"
"Bah, I'll learn to use Western silverware, eventually. And you… what about your family?"
Reality hit the black-haired guy. And it was a rather hard blow. He blinked a few times, thinking of a plausible answer. "This is the single thing I I've completely forgotten about… I think they'll just have to deal with it, after all. It's my life, not theirs." And even though he had believed the opposite (or a part of) he added "What's wrong with having a same-sex lover?"
Or maybe that if Hwoarang wouldn't talk much, they'd believe he'd be a girl.
"Oh yeah. In case you think of something like that… there's NO FUCKING WAY I'm lying about my gender. I might look like a girl, but I'm not. Period."
"You won't have to. Actually, I'm more afraid of the medias than my parents. There shouldn't be any problem with the latter, even though they're somewhat religious… they'll take it pretty good I think. Oh, whatever. It's like I said : the medias will make a big deal out of it."
Hwoarang's laughter echoed in the room. "To South Korea, I'm almost a hero, aside my street-fighting ways. Newspapers love me."
"And so do girls, I bet."
"Yep. They follow my love life like one of those damned soap operas. Am I that popular in the US? If they're as puritans as they were before, I doubt I am, considering my homosexuality and such. Technically I couldn't care less about what people think of me, but since it comes with celebrity…"
"Now that you mention it… I've heard of you once, I think, during the Third Iron Fist Tournament. And only once."
"What a surprise. I am thrilled" he said, his voice full of sarcasm. "See what I mean?"
"I guess. Jin Kazama mentioned that he had beaten you up in the finals… is that right?"
At the thought of the Japanese karate fighter, Hwoarang rolled his eyes. "Sadly, yeah."
"Alright, then Entertainment Tonight made a short biography on you, saying you were a 19-year-old South Korean quite popular with girls who had just being beaten up with another heart robber, Jin Kazama."
"Wow."
"Not very surprised, are you?"
The redhead raised an eyebrow. "Why would I be?"
"Don't know." The American got up from the bed at the sound of someone knocking on the door, lifting his lover in the process. "Could you get off for a second, kid?"
Hwoarang pouted childishly and jumped back on the bed, arms crossed on his chest. Craig came back with the warm plates and set them on the small table in front of the bed. "There you, kid."
"Thanks, big guy." He grinned widely and dug in his rice. There was a small silence, until the older man started talking again.
"What about your family? Aren't they proud of having a Tae Kwon Do master at home?"
"MY own family? I don't even remember them…"
"Oh… sorry I had no idea." A wave of guiltiness rushed in his body, forcing him to wonder on what it felt like being… alone… literally.
"It's ok. Maybe I see them everyday and I don't even recognize them. I seriously couldn't care much more, yet I do… maybe not enough."
"How old were you last time you seen them?"
The Korean male shrugged. "I don't know."
"OK. [Better change topics…] Is that why you're on the streets? [CHANGE DAMMIT CHANGE!!!]"
Hwoarang looked away. Craig didn't know if it was because he was sad, angry, or just didn't want to answer the question, so he didn't go further this time. "Alright, guess you don't want to talk about it."
"Yeah. Another time, maybe. You deserve to know, you're my lover… but not now. Not in the mood."
Both of them were now finished with their breakfast. "Hey… why don't we go and watch the matches today? Since we have plenty of time, and I'm sure you're already bored to death in this room."
"Yeah… well let me dress first."
"Some people are dying to see you naked" said Craig with a wink. "Including me."
The redhead grinned before taking his own clothes (a pair of deep green jeans, wife-beater and a purple muscle shirt), quickly putting them on then leaving the room, right behind his lover. "You had your share of my nakedness for today, big horny guy."
… To be continued …
A/N 2 : WHOOHOO! Got a few challenges you won't be seeing here (namely a Heihachi/Xiaoyu one). Keep reviewing please! n.n Being told that it's good really helps n.n Or that it's bad, on some occasions XD.
A/N : One (short) sex scene, coming up! XD. For the rest… it sucks. It's becoming harder and harder to write this fic… maybe I'll shorten it. Or maybe not… let's see of what I can come up with for next chapter n.n; I'll try to bring Bryan back. Gives me ideas… hehehe…
Chapter 9 : Breakfast at Craiggy's
"Oohh… Craig…" Hwoarang moaned and panted as Craig thrusted in him, once again. He clung to the mattress to stay in place and not hit his head on the bedpost. It had hurt enough like it at first, there was no need for a headache after that.
The bigger male bent his head down, bringing the other one in a deep, tongue-twisting kiss that seemed to last several minutes. He lowered his head more, gently kissing the Korean's soft skin, right on his neck, making him shiver in pleasure.
Craig pulled in and out of him faster, as the redhead screamed even more. No question if he liked it... when you hear "YEAHH!!!! MORE!!" there were chances he did. The youth almost ripped the mattress off when he reached climax, his mouth opened wide, eyes wide shut, while the man on top spilled himself inside him. The raven-haired man rolled off, leaving Hwoarang panting, his arms and legs spread across the left side of the bed.
After regaining his senses, the Korean male got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom to wash off a bit, while Craig got dressed. Hwoarang came back and fell on the bed again.
"Want me to order our breakfast, kid?"
The kid, who had gone back to a half-asleep state, nodded nonchalantly, his eyes still closed. Although he still wanted to sleep, hunger was something he never ignored. He sat on the bed then got on his knees to wrap Craig's neck with his arms. "Order a bowl of rice for me. That'll do."
"You sure?" the man asked, thinking how it was weird that he could tough until noon to eat something more… decent. "Rice? For breakfast?"
"Yeah. Typical Asian thing… better than the army food anyway… MUCH better."
"I believe you on this." Craig dialed room service and ordered his usual eggs-bacon-toast-hash brown combo, along with some rice for Hwoarang. "You'll have to get used to American food if you come with me to the United States."
The redheaded youth happily shouted. "That means I can go with you?!!!"
For a moment, Craig wasn't sure of what he had just said. Did he really want the kid to go back with him in the USA? Won't he have a hard time adapting to a new area? And for how long? But he decided to give in, for he really appreciated the younger man. "Why not? Will you be able to eat without those sticks?"
"Bah, I'll learn to use Western silverware, eventually. And you… what about your family?"
Reality hit the black-haired guy. And it was a rather hard blow. He blinked a few times, thinking of a plausible answer. "This is the single thing I I've completely forgotten about… I think they'll just have to deal with it, after all. It's my life, not theirs." And even though he had believed the opposite (or a part of) he added "What's wrong with having a same-sex lover?"
Or maybe that if Hwoarang wouldn't talk much, they'd believe he'd be a girl.
"Oh yeah. In case you think of something like that… there's NO FUCKING WAY I'm lying about my gender. I might look like a girl, but I'm not. Period."
"You won't have to. Actually, I'm more afraid of the medias than my parents. There shouldn't be any problem with the latter, even though they're somewhat religious… they'll take it pretty good I think. Oh, whatever. It's like I said : the medias will make a big deal out of it."
Hwoarang's laughter echoed in the room. "To South Korea, I'm almost a hero, aside my street-fighting ways. Newspapers love me."
"And so do girls, I bet."
"Yep. They follow my love life like one of those damned soap operas. Am I that popular in the US? If they're as puritans as they were before, I doubt I am, considering my homosexuality and such. Technically I couldn't care less about what people think of me, but since it comes with celebrity…"
"Now that you mention it… I've heard of you once, I think, during the Third Iron Fist Tournament. And only once."
"What a surprise. I am thrilled" he said, his voice full of sarcasm. "See what I mean?"
"I guess. Jin Kazama mentioned that he had beaten you up in the finals… is that right?"
At the thought of the Japanese karate fighter, Hwoarang rolled his eyes. "Sadly, yeah."
"Alright, then Entertainment Tonight made a short biography on you, saying you were a 19-year-old South Korean quite popular with girls who had just being beaten up with another heart robber, Jin Kazama."
"Wow."
"Not very surprised, are you?"
The redhead raised an eyebrow. "Why would I be?"
"Don't know." The American got up from the bed at the sound of someone knocking on the door, lifting his lover in the process. "Could you get off for a second, kid?"
Hwoarang pouted childishly and jumped back on the bed, arms crossed on his chest. Craig came back with the warm plates and set them on the small table in front of the bed. "There you, kid."
"Thanks, big guy." He grinned widely and dug in his rice. There was a small silence, until the older man started talking again.
"What about your family? Aren't they proud of having a Tae Kwon Do master at home?"
"MY own family? I don't even remember them…"
"Oh… sorry I had no idea." A wave of guiltiness rushed in his body, forcing him to wonder on what it felt like being… alone… literally.
"It's ok. Maybe I see them everyday and I don't even recognize them. I seriously couldn't care much more, yet I do… maybe not enough."
"How old were you last time you seen them?"
The Korean male shrugged. "I don't know."
"OK. [Better change topics…] Is that why you're on the streets? [CHANGE DAMMIT CHANGE!!!]"
Hwoarang looked away. Craig didn't know if it was because he was sad, angry, or just didn't want to answer the question, so he didn't go further this time. "Alright, guess you don't want to talk about it."
"Yeah. Another time, maybe. You deserve to know, you're my lover… but not now. Not in the mood."
Both of them were now finished with their breakfast. "Hey… why don't we go and watch the matches today? Since we have plenty of time, and I'm sure you're already bored to death in this room."
"Yeah… well let me dress first."
"Some people are dying to see you naked" said Craig with a wink. "Including me."
The redhead grinned before taking his own clothes (a pair of deep green jeans, wife-beater and a purple muscle shirt), quickly putting them on then leaving the room, right behind his lover. "You had your share of my nakedness for today, big horny guy."
… To be continued …
A/N 2 : WHOOHOO! Got a few challenges you won't be seeing here (namely a Heihachi/Xiaoyu one). Keep reviewing please! n.n Being told that it's good really helps n.n Or that it's bad, on some occasions XD.