That Time Tyson Drank Whiskey
Sergei and Kai sit smoking in a private booth at a bar.
"They're sneaking into our grounds, betting with our customers, assaulting our men, stealing from their pockets, sleeping with our women. I've had enough! I'm at my wit's end, Kai. We can't keep letting them walk all over us like this. Things are getting out of hand. We have to strike now. When they think we're down and licking our wounds in hiding. We hit them when they least expect it."
Kai takes a long drag of his cigarette. "No" he turns him down, shaking his head. "That would be the wrong move. Ours is an individual operation while their bosses are in Hong Kong. They think their 'higher ups' will send back up when they need them. Confronting them is futile. I say we pay their bosses a visit. Show our faces. Let them know that this is our business and no one partakes in it."
Sergei smirks. "I like that plan. Showing them who's boss. I still want to cut them, but cutting their bosses will feel a whole lot more satisfying."
Kai winces in a breath, clearing his throat. "We're not cutting anybody, Sergei. Put that out of your head."
The man visibly deflates. "Right" he says, pouring himself another round.
Kai tucks the cigarette bud between his lips and looks out the window at the passing cars.
"So, what's going on with the Granger kid?" asks Sergei, turning to a lighter subject. "Is it starting to get serious? You have been dating him solidly for a couple weeks now and I don't understand. Is it not just a fling anymore? Have you found a deeper connection there?"
Kai was staring out the window the whole time his friend was speaking, his mind on business matters. He does however, manage to catch the last of his questions when he snaps out of his thoughts a minute later. "Who?" he asks.
"Tyson. Tyson Granger. We haven't talked about that yet." Sergei drums his fingers against the glass in his hand.
Kai leans his head back against the booth's upholstered wall at the mention of his name and stays like that for a moment, staring at the hazy air in front of him, like he's trying to remember who that is. He sits back up straight after a moment and closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Granger" he says. "Granger, Granger, Granger." He takes his hand away from his face, a laugh caught in his lungs. "What's there to talk about?" he asks.
"Well, how did you go from hating him to dating him?" Sergei widens his eyes, shrugging.
Kai shakes off the ash from his cigarette into a tray. "There's no big story there, Sergei. The one month he was around me, things were different. He's not from money and so he's unlike half the student body and everyone in my immediate circle. He brings a fresh new perspective on everything. He values things like love, and sex, things we have absolutely no respect for and I think that's interesting." He glances at Sergei. "He has so many vibrant opinions it's like stepping into a different world."
"So...what are you planning to do with him?" Sergei turns the glass on the table between his hands.
Kai takes another long pull and lets it out slowly. "Keep him around for a while. Learn from him. Put my cock in his mouth. And when I have no use for him anymore, get rid of him."
"Get rid of him?" Sergei prompts.
He gets a bland look from Kai. "You know what I mean."
There's a lull in the conversation.
Sergei drinks. "Is this going to turn into another Ileana situation?" he asks cautiously. "Tyson's already gotten his heart broken twice pretty badly. What if he does something like she did?"
"Ileana was mentally unstable. Tyson's not." Kai sits back, tapping the lighter on the table. "Why do you care so much?"
"I don't" answers Sergei immediately. "I'm worried for you. You liked having Ileana around too and look how badly that turned out. I don't want to witness another carnage like that again."
Kai stares at Sergei, smoke drifting from his mouth. "You won't. It's a learning experience, Sergei. I will learn all the things a boy from a small village can teach me and he will learn not to trust people like me. Everyone becomes wiser. Lighten up." He leans across the table to pat his shoulder.
Sergei snorts. "Learning experience, my ass. You just want to put your cock in his mouth. Don't think I'm not aware of the places you're taking him, Romeo."
Kai leans back in his seat, watching his brother(1) have a good laugh.
Later that night, Kai brings Tyson to one of his suites he has brought him to before. And pours them both a glass of whiskey each.
"Careful with that," Kai warns as Tyson takes a big gulp right away. "It's 57% alcohol. You don't want to go crazy with it."
"Oh" he exclaims, pulling the drink away from his lips. "I didn't know that. I'm thirsty."
"I think we both know that," says Kai, grabbing a bottle of water that was placed in the ice bucket as well.
Tyson blushes when their eyes met. "Not like that." He grins, getting shy. Kai hands him the bottle after opening it and watches him drink.
"I was packing all day. I have so much stuff and I'm so messy it was literally a struggle to find the things I'm taking with me on the trip from all the things I'm not taking with me." Tyson talks as he follows Kai to the couch. "Today was so tiring."
Kai sips on his drink.
"Who's going with you?"
Tyson tries the whiskey again before answering and rears his head back in surprise. "Wow, this really hits. You weren't kidding about the 57%. Michael, Eddie and Kenny."
"Who's Kenny?"
"The one with the glasses. You probably don't remember seeing him around me much. We don't hang a lot. He's a techie and a bookworm. He's actually a Physics major. He won a national prize in Robotics recently." He looks at Kai to see if that information rang any bells for him, but he shakes his head fruitlessly. "Well, that's alright, he's really not popular," he says, and then giggles, finding something funny with it. "I'm sorry," he whispers to his friend who is miles away. "I'm sorry, Kenny."
Kai brings his glass to his lips, gazing at Tyson who seems to be getting drunk.
He finishes his drink quite fast and tells him it tastes really sweet. His cheeks glowing pink and a perpetual smile making its home on his face.
"Want another round?" Kai offers, gesturing towards the bottle on the low table before them.
"No" Tyson declines. "No. I think I'll stop for now. I think I'm starting to get a bit tipsy." He puts his glass down and keeps his hands on his knees. "I talk a lot when I get drunk. I say all kinds of stupid things. I don't want you to see that." He winces in a quiet laugh. Then starts laughing soundlessly to himself.
"You Japanese are lightweight," Kai comments, throwing the rest of his drink back.
"That is not true. My dad can drink buckets. He's like really," Tyson sticks a fist in the air, "He has high tolerance. He can definitely beat you in a drinking game. My dad's a monster." He takes a breath, stares at the ceiling. "I miss my dad," he whispers, hanging his head.
"Want to dance?" asks Kai.
"Yeah. Yeah. But I'm a bad dancer."
"We can slow dance."
"Okay. Cool."
Kai stands up to put on some music. They have a vinyl player in the suite and he slips in a song he thinks would be to Tyson's taste.
The lighting in the room is dim. Romantic.
Tyson doesn't sway on his feet as he joins him in the empty space between the bed and the couch, which is a positive sign. Kai holds out a hand to him and he smiles as he takes it. He pulls him close. Till he can almost feel his heartbeat against his chest. Tyson rests his hands on his shoulders. His cheek hovering near his own. Kai's hands fit around his waist.
They dance. Slowly. In step with the beat.
o - o - o
Tyson stares at his white shirt. The panels on the walls. The side of his head and neck in his periphery. As they sway softly in the middle of the room.
"Halfway through the mid-semester break," Kai's speaking in hushed tones. "I'm planning to go to Hong Kong." Tyson blinks at the windows. "Would you like to come with me?" he asks.
His feet almost pause in surprise. His heart begins to gallop. "To Hong Kong?" he prompts.
Kai draws back his head to look at him. "Yes"
Tyson thinks about all the hassle he went to to make the trip to Roppongi and stay there for a full week. He's been dreaming of it since freshman year. But Hong Kong?
"Everything's already paid for. We booked hotels for an entire week. And I've already made plans with my friends. What would I tell them?"
"It's a five star hotel, Tyson," Kai tempts. "You get your own private swimming pool and a beach. A private chef. You'd be in heaven on earth." Tyson sighs from simply imagining it. When would he get another chance to experience a five star hotel? Not anytime soon, that's for sure. "I could pick you up Wednesday afternoon. We could reach there by midnight. You can tell your friends I'm making you go. That you lost your temper with me again and I'm whisking you off to Hong Kong as punishment."
Tyson laughs. "Nobody would believe that."
"Add in a few tears and some details. That'll make it believable."
He puts his fingers over his eyes, almost crying with laughter. When he quiets down, he looks at Kai and his fiendish, fiendish gaze. He literally feels his resolve melt. "Okay" he agrees, grinning. "Okay"
Kai looks at him with a tilt to his head and a twinkle in his eye. He wets his lips. Pulling him back in close.
Tyson rests his chin on his shoulder, that perpetual smile never leaving his face. He stares at the lights in the room. The comforter on the bed. The patterns on the walls. The line where Kai's collar meets his nape. The line where his hair ends.
He accidentally brushes a hand down Kai's arm and quickly puts it back in place again. Then glances at him out of the corner of his eye, wondering if he'd call him out. But he doesn't.
He relaxes against him.
"Do you have siblings?" Tyson asks.
"No"
"You're an only child?" He is surprised. Mildly. Kai had always seemed like an only child. "I have a brother but I was always lonely at home. Hiro never took me out with his friends or hung out with me. Then when he was of age, he went to dad. Dad likes to travel a lot. He's an-"
"An archeologist" Kai cuts in. "You've told me."
He nods. "Yeah. So I was pretty lonely. One day, Grampa told me that all humans have a superpower and it is the power to make friends. He said anybody - no, he said any soul - any soul could become friends with any soul. That friendship has no boundaries. And so I went out that same day and made a bunch of new friends. I was never lonely again." He shifts his chin against Kai's shoulder. "I've always been good at making friends. Saying the right thing at the right time. Reading non-verbal cues." He raises his head to meet Kai's eyes. "I'll get you too one day."
Kai snorts. "We're not friends?"
"Of course we're not. You don't see me the way you see your Russian bros. If they are this close to you," he says, bringing his forefinger and thumb super close, "I'm miles away."
He gazes at the ripples in Kai's irises.
"But I'll get there one day. Be one of those people you keep in your heart." He pokes at his chest. Twice.
"Are you threatening me?" asks Kai, raising an eyebrow.
Tyson laughs. Leaning further into him.
Kai's arm curls around his waist.
"You can try," he says, smiling.
"I will"
It's only after the music stops and they stop dancing, and return to the couch, that Tyson realizes something important. Kai is hard. He got hard from dancing with him.
Tyson drinks his second glass of whiskey that night, eyeing the erection and says softly, "You have a boner."
Kai glances down at himself, pulls the bottle of alcohol towards him to pour some more into his glass. "What can I say? My dick likes you a lot. It has a mind of its own."
Tyson giggles, shoulders shaking. Drink sloshing. His gaze returns to Kai's pants again.
"Grab that pillow," he says to him, gesturing towards the bed stuffed with them.
"Why?" he asks, grinning.
"Because you keep looking at it. It's uncomfortable. Grab the pillow."
Tyson laughs, keeling. Making no move to do as he asked.
"Fine" Kai gets up to go get it himself.
"No, no." Tyson pulls him back down. "I'll get the pillow." He stands up, reaches across the mattress to drag a big fluffy one from the group stacked neatly in the middle of the bed. He hugs it to his chest and turns around to look at Kai. Snickering. Not wanting to give it to him yet.
Kai reaches forward to yank the pillow out of his hands. He places it over his crotch and casts Tyson, who is losing his mind, an admonishing look.
Why is this so funny?
He falls into the couch next to Kai, looking at his lap. He picks up the glass off the table to take a sip of his drink, before inching towards him.
Kai sticks a hand out. "Stay in your damn lane."
Tyson cackles. His feet lifting off the ground. His head tilting back. He rests his forehead on his knees. Drunk off his ass.
Kai extracts the drink from his hand and places it far away from him on the table.
"You're laughing so much I'm concerned for your lungs," he hears Kai say. He feels a hand on his back. He does not sound concerned at all.
"My lungs? I'm worried for your lungs." He sits back up. "You smoker" He sniffs. "Why do you smoke so much these days anyway? I don't remember you doing that before I started dating you."
"It's the lack of sexual gratification."
"Oh is it?" He pulls his feet on the couch "So I'm the reason behind your struggles now?" He sits on his haunches, facing Kai. "I can fix that." His gaze drops to his crotch. The pillow. "I can...I can help you out." He meant to say that sassily, but the sass lodges somewhere in his lungs on its way out and the words come out strangled. He also accidentally inhales a lot of air when the thought of actually 'helping out' Kai passes his mind and he starts hiccupping.
Kai closes his eyes. Grimacing. "You're going to have to go get that water yourself."
Because he can't stand up. He has a hard-on.
Tyson rises to his feet. Walks to the end table near the door and picks up the bottle of water placed on it. He unscrews the cap and comes back, standing and drinking in front of Kai. "I hate hiccups. They're so inconvenient." What's the best way to get rid of them? Other than this? Is there some secret grandma's remedy he doesn't know? There's gotta be.
"You know what's great for hiccups?" starts Kai, adjusting the pillow on his lap.
"I know" Tyson stops him. "I know what you're going to say. You're gonna make a very sexual joke, and it's not even going to be funny. Let me guess," he pauses to think, "'You know what's great for hiccups? Blowjobs.'" He narrows his eyes.
Kai stares at him. "I was going to say something along those lines but you've ruined it. Is that how you deliver punchlines?"
"Hey, I can tell jokes. I was- I wasn't-"
"I was- I wasn't," Kai mimics, teasing him.
Tyson gets offended. He throws half the remaining water in the bottle - which is still mostly full - on Kai's face.
The water hits him quite beautifully, drenching him till his chest.
"Fuck you" He stands up, wiping the water from his face and slicking his hair back. Tyson abandons the nearly empty bottle and darts towards the bed, trying to get away from him as far as possible. He aims for the other end of the room, but he turns around when he realizes his way is blocked.
Kai is still near the couch, pulling the sticky shirt away from his skin. There's fire in his eyes. He's going to kill him.
"You have a boner!" Tyson points at his pants - where things are obscene right now - in a last ditch attempt to save his life. "I can see it. And I think it's grown." It's not helping. "You better not run," he cautions.
Kai chases him.
Tyson screams, climbing on top of the bed to wade to the other side. He doesn't make it. Kai grabs him around the waist as he cries for help and drags him down to the irresistibly soft depths of the mattress. Pinning him to the bed with his whole body.
Tyson's cheek is squished in the comforter. Kai's dick is pressed against his ass. "I think you're enjoying this a little too much," he struggles out.
"Oh yeah" Kai growls into his ear. "I like it a lot."
Tyson feels hot, but he's also kind of dying. "You're heavy" God. "Get off of me." He grunts. Then flips around in a sudden burst of strength, throwing Kai off of his back. "Fuck, how much do you weigh?" he asks when he can turn around and breathe again.
"About a ton," replies Kai, who is lying on the bed on his back.
Tyson huffs a laugh, sitting up and righting his shirt. The part near his nape feels cold. Courtesy of Kai. And him too, because he's the one who poured the water on him in the first place.
"Give or take a few..." Kai's saying, trailing off, looking up at Tyson, who sticks his tongue out like he's saying a quiet "bleh".
"That was a flop joke."
"Made you laugh, didn't it?" Kai shoots back, reaching up to give Tyson's face a gentle push.
He sighs, plopping back down. Kai gets up. Unbuttoning his cuffs. Tyson stares at him through heavy lidded eyes. His gaze rolling down his form, stopping at the belt around his hips. He raises a foot to graze Kai's shin with his boot. Slowly up.
Kai glances at him.
Tyson gets ideas. He holds his stare. Hooks his foot around his calf and tugs. Gently. Just a suggestion.
Come on.
Kai's fingers fall away from his cuffs. The look in his eyes changing.
He sits up slowly. And reaches forward to curl his hand into the clasp of his belt. Drawing him near.
Kai watches him as he works it open. Pulling it off his hips. Sliding it out of all the hoops. One by one.
The sight of him through his slacks makes his mouth water.
Kai clamps down on his hand when he's pulled the belt completely off.
Tyson pauses. Looking up at him and licking his lips.
Kai tugs him closer. Places a hand on either side of him on the bed and leans in.
o - o - o
He coaxes Tyson's mouth open with his own, slowly. He tastes like cherry and cola. He makes a sound at the back of his throat and falls back on the bed, grinning.
Kai sinks a knee into the mattress and balances himself on his hands as he leans over him to capture his lips again.
"Mmm" he moans under him. Weakly kicks the air.
Kai fucks his mouth with his tongue.
Tyson's breathing picks up in pitch. He's practically singing in pleasure, and Kai wonders. How far he could push him tonight.
When he breaks away from him, they're both panting. Tyson's eyes are filled with liquid desire. He wraps the belt around the back of Kai's head with a grin and asks, "Want to see my body?"
Kai's eyebrows almost touch his hairline.
"What's that look on your face?" Tyson pushes him off with a laugh. "Oh my god" He sits up, his laughter chiming like bells. "Dude, you want to eat me," he says, crossing his arms over his chest and dropping his jaw, scandalized.
"You surprised me," Kai tells him.
"The look on your face, what the fuck. I underestimated the friend in your pants. He's vile." He looks at Kai, where he's lying on the bed in leisure. He tilts his head, contemplatively, then rises onto his knees. Mischief in his eyes. He plays with the hem of his shirt. Teasing. "I'll just take my shirt off," he says, biting his tongue.
Kai's gaze descends.
Tyson tugs the fabric off slowly. Arching his spine. Making a show of it. The jeans on his hips sit snugly. His waist is taut. Firm. The lines of his abs beautiful. His skin is gold and caramel. In the light of the yellow lamps, he glows.
Kai itches to run a hand across his skin.
Tyson drops the discarded shirt on the mattress with all the flair of a porn star.
"Can I touch?" asks Kai.
Tyson bites his lip, grinning. He nods.
Kai rises onto an elbow to smooth a hand along his stomach. "You're softer than silk," he whispers in awe.
Tyson giggles.
His fingers brush over his creamy chest. Down his shoulders. Along his ribs. Over a satiny nipple.
Tyson shivers.
Kai swallows hard. He leans forward to paint a kiss above his belly button.
Tyson yelps when he wraps a hand around the side of his waist and draws him down to bed. His lips meet buttery skin.
He stays silent for a while, lying placidly as Kai kisses down his body.
Then all of a sudden he says, "Stop."
Kai raises his head.
"I'm sorry. I- I just don't feel it anymore. I'm so sorry."
Kai moves away as he sits up and quickly pulls his shirt back on. Distress written all over his face. Upset with himself.
"Hey" Kai touches his arm to make him look at him. "It's okay" Tyson drops his gaze. "We'll take it slow." He rubs a thumb along his cheek. "We'll figure it out."
A tear slips free.
Kai wipes it away.
"I'm sorry. I think I'm still a little drunk," he tries to explain. "That's why I'm- I'm emotional. I'm sorry."
"Shh" Kai pulls him into a kiss. "Don't cry. It's fine." He kisses him again. "Your kisses are amazing," he tells him, trying him to cheer him up. Tyson smiles a watery smile. "Don't worry about it."
He rests his head in the crook of Kai's neck.
A/N: 1. He aint his real brother. Dont get it twisted.
Also, Tyson was drunk, but not too drunk as to forget where he was and who he was with. Or wake up not remembering a thing the next day. i.e., everything that happened was consensual.
