Coming of Age
AN: Thanks to all my reviewers who put up with my crappy update times (this time it was finals and summer laziness). Thanks to Lady11Occult foe the pole dancing and skinny dipping ideas and to Metamorpha for the Marco Polo. I do not own the tagline "Sex is fun... play with it!" It's a podcast. Chapter 9: Sex is Fun.
Mokuba would have averted his eyes from the scene in the pool if they hadn't vacated his head entirely. As it was he was having difficulty making them stop goggling at the nude males within. The pool was large, but the young men had gathered close together to congregate near the edge of it. All except for Joey, who had seized one of the slender ceiling supports and commenced with a bawdy form of entertainment- namely, pole dancing.
Tea was watching avidly, as were all the boys in the pool. Mokuba was trying his best not to emulate them. Instead he entered the room with his eyes lowered and meaningfully cleared his throat, ignoring the lump in his pants which was both restrained and disguised by his jeans. Joey turned about, as easily as if he had not just been practicing for his interview at the local queer strip joint.
"Mokuba!" He cried, ignoring his nakedness and seizing the boy in a bear-hug. "You've just won me ten bucks! Tristan bet you wouldn't come in!"
"The bet was he wouldn't get in the water, idiot." Tristan said.
"Oh. Easily rectified." And with out further ado (or a chance for Mokuba to protest) Joey tossed the recently created teen into the pool. As Mokuba sank into the cold water, he realized this at least saved him from taking another cold shower.
Surfacing he headed for the edge- and the congregation of teens located there. The boys (all but Joey, who was happily harvesting his winnings from Tristan's pocket before any possible argument arose) were now engaged in forcing Tea out of the room. Tea was protesting very loudly.
"I tell you, this is discrimination, pure and simple! Just you wait, Kaiba, I'll tell the press how you treat your guests!" The lone female shouted.
"Okay, then you definitely aren't getting any more sex tapes. Besides, it's my property and I can do whatever the fuck I want with it, including kick you off it." Seto said calmly. A minute later Tea was pounding on the glass door and the boys were dancing about (still naked), tossing the key to the said door back and forth. Meanwhile, Mokuba removed his soaking jeans and tee-shirt and began a hunt for swimming trunks.
"Little brother!" Seto sang, seizing his wrist and hauling him toward the stairs to the pool. "Let's take a dip."
Mokuba glanced at his brother, wondering how he had gotten even more drunk than before; the answer was located on the table holding the older boys' (dry) clothing. It held three bottles of the finest Merlot and six wine glasses. Five had been used. Apparently Seto had decided thirteen was close enough to twenty-one. First the rum punch, now this...
"Mokuba, you've goth to try thish sthuff, it's therifish." Yugi said, exaggerating his slur and wriggling his eyebrows for comic effect. Mokuba laughed and took the offered glass. A moment later he sloshed in all down his front as he noticed what else Yugi was wiggling at him. Jesus, he had it trained like a dog! A big dog, for such a small owner. A really big dog. Mokuba took another glass of wine. He was going to regret this, he knew it.
Though if Mokuba hadn't had those two (okay, maybe four) glasses of wine, he never would have gotten in the pool containing five drunken, randy, gay teenagers. So maybe Seto was right and he had to loosen up. After all, nothing bad had actually occurred yet except that forced dunking of Duke, although Duke disagreed. He attached himself to Tristan, muttering about having to visit the hairdresser's tomorrow.
"Is there a game we can- hic- play in the water?" Joey asked.
"Ooo, ooo, let's play Marco Polo!" Yugi squealed. "Kaiba's it!" With that everyone swam for all they were worth to the other side of the pool. Seto rolled his eyes and closed them. And the hunt was on.
Seto seemed to have preternaturally good hearing, flowing first one member of his prey and then the other, coming within inches. At some point Mokuba found himself over in the corner by the door and noticed that Tea had disappeared. Then a call of Marco called him back to the game.
"Polo!" he answered, turning and freezing with horror as he realized that Seto was standing right behind him. Seto also realized this crucial fact and moved in to cut off all escape. Mokuba did the first thing he could think of; he held his breath and submerged himself. Opening his eyes, he realized he was a foot from his brother and eye-level with the part that made him a brother instead of a sister. Said organ was, for some unfathomable reason, very much erect. Unless you considered being in a pool with five naked, sexy boys a good reason.
Of course, being drunk, Mokuba's reflexes weren't exactly up to par. At least that's what he told himself as he sat on the bottom of the pool, buck naked, staring at his brother's naughty bits. Which seemed to be getting even larger. The laws of perspective say things look larger the closer they get, but drunken thirteen year olds don't tend to consider obscure information they picked up in art class. So Mokuba was very surprised when Seto's lower half collided with him.
He surfaced in a tangle with his own hair and his rather lanky older brother. Seto disentangled himself and proceeded to perform a complicated and strangely erotic victory dance.
"Mokuba's it!" he called out, completely missing an excellent chance to molest his baby brother. Which I am not disappointed about, Mokuba reminded himself as he closed his eyes.
"Marco!"
"Polo!"
They were all in front of him; naturally, as he was standing right next to the edge of the pool. He sloshed forward, arms groping about, half hoping to seize upon a lithe limb. Calling out again, he redirected himself to the right. Seconds later, his toes lost contact with the bottom of the pool and the all too short Mokuba was forced to doggy paddle onwards.
"Marco!"
"Polo!"
Less voices. Only three. Why had the other two stopped? He heard some steady splashing deeper out. Just a little to the left... He had to be close; he could hear the sniggers of the other players as he closed in on his prey.
Mokuba's hand brushed skin and he triumphantly opened his eyes. And promptly removed the hand he had placed firmly on Tristan's buttocks. Tristan didn't seem to notice. The reason he and Duke had stopped replying to Mokuba's calls of Marco was now revealed. Their mouths were otherwise occupied with the other's tongue.
Mokuba started a hasty retreat, but not quickly enough due to the fact that no one has yet discovered how to doggy paddle backwards. Duke's eyes opened and fixed Mokuba with those large green eyes, pausing all escape attempts. Tristan turned his head (in the process almost taking out one of Duke's lovely eyes with his hair, Mokuba noticed) to see what had caught his partner's attention.
"Mokuba! Uh... polo?" he said, looking confused as to what one said when caught snogging during a game of Marco Polo.
"Let's play a new game." Duke inserted, before Mokuba could finish processing events and decide he should go to bed (very much alone) for the safety of his virginity or Tristan could put his other foot in his mouth and drown because he had nothing else to stand on.
"How 'bout Truth or Dare?" Joey asked.
"Nah, girls play that at their sleepovers. Let's play something manly." Tristan insisted, having completely discarded all thoughts of Mokuba and Marco Polo.
"I have a game." Seto said. Such a tone should have alerted Mokuba to run, fast, but Mokuba was more than a touch intoxicated and failed to notice that smug 'I-have-a plan' quality. "It's called I Want To. Let's stand in a circle." Every one moved to form what drunken people might consider a circle. "We'll each tell one sexual fantasy of ours. Make it as dirty as you can. If you can think of something you're out. I'll start."
"I want to dress Yugi as a baby and spank him." Yugi giggled and pretended to blush as heads turned to the next player, Joey.
"I wanna fuck Duke while howling and calling him my bitch." Joey said wickedly. Everyone except Duke laughed as he muttered rebelliously.
"I... I want to... jack off while watching Tristan blowing Joey." Yugi stammered, turning red.
"I want to piss all over Joey with him trying to catch it in his mouth." Duke said, glaring at Joey, who looked half nauseous and half aroused.
"I want to tie Duke down and ride him." Tristan said. Everyone looked at Mokuba expectantly.
"Um... I want to... to..." Mokuba wasn't sure what he wanted. The images the others had invoked were arousing and he felt like curling into a ball and hiding in a corner from humiliation. "I want to be left alone!"
He sloshed his way to the edge of the pool and climbed out, self-conscious of his nude body. As he dried off and eyed his still sopping garments the rest of the boys swam to the edge of the pool looking concerned.
"Mokuba, it all right. Sex is fun." Seto assured him.
"Yeah, so play with it!" Joey piped up. An icy glare from the elder Kaiba quelled his happy grin. Mokuba gave up on his dripping clothes and simply wrapped a towel around himself.
"I don't care, leave me alone!" And the birthday boy stomped out.