the mafia

drunk tharn

Type sat at the edge of akiras bed slightly groaning with his shirt off.
"Mmm" he furrowed his brows.
Akira looked up with his eye brows raised.
He was kneeling on the floor putting antiseptic on his stomach.
"You okay?"
Type nodded.
Akira looked back down prodding a bit.
"Mmm doesn't look like you broke or fractured anything."
He put his hand down to the open tin gathering more of the antiseptic to rub on types stomach.
Type could only watch. He had to concentrate hard not to get aroused.
He took big inhale breathes.
Akira looked back up.
"Im almost done. I know it hurts."
Then he looked back to his stomach.
You have no idea.
Type looked to the side, gritting his teeth.
The pain was manageable this other feeling was causing type the real pain.
What tharn had done to that one guy ran through types head.
He wanted to do something sort of like that to akira but softer and he wanted to kiss him.
Type squeezed his eyes shut.
Don't get hard. Don't get hard.
Akira finished non the wiser.
He got up with the tin putting the top on.
"Okay you can put on your shirt."
Type looked to him with furrowed eye brows.
How about i keep it off and can i kiss you?
"Uuum..." Type stuttered.
Akira looked to type with his eye brow raised. Then he turned when he heard his phone go off.
"Mmm one second."
He turned his body around to go to the table. Akira put the tin on the table and answered the phone.
Type hung his head.
Un fucking believable.
Looking to the side he grabbed his shirt and put it on.
Type! What were you thinking?
He then stood up. Type needed to leave before he did something stupid.
Getting to the door akira cocked his head and put his phone slightly down putting his hand on the receiver.
"Type?"
He hesitated with his hand on the door nob back to akira.
"Can you take tharn to his room? I'm sure my son is drunk by now."
Type rolled his eyes but nodded.
Great. Just fucking great.
He then opened the door. Closing it he looked to the ground bitting his inner cheek.
Type desperately wanted to kiss akira.
Breathing in he went to go find tharn.
He walked in a huff.
Getting to the bar he looked around didn't see tharn. He put his hands to his hips and thought for a moment.
Well if he had gotten drunk he might have.
Type rolled his eyes. Would he?
Type then thought of the secluded spots around here.
Checking a few he didn't see him.
Rounding the corner he saw something moving.
Breathing in he shook his head.
Stepping closer he saw tharn kissing a boy Maybe 19 or 20.
He had his arms behind tharn gripping his back getting into the kiss.
Tharn had his hands to the wall, letting small moans escape his lips.
Type only felt envy.
He wished to do that with akira.
Rolling his eyes he was about to leave but akira wanted him to take tharn to his room.
Taking a big inhale he turned around walking to them he took the boys hand from his back, making the boy open his eyes.
Tharn immediately leaned back and took his lips off the boy.
He then put his back to the wall, type looked to the scared boy.
"If you say.anything ill cut your balls off."
His eyes widen.
Type let go of his hand to Motion with his chin for the boy to leave.
He nodded, then went Around them rushing out.
Type then looked to tharn who was swaying a bit.
He wore a dark smile.
"Jealous?"
Type rolled his eyes.
He then went to tharn putting his arm around his shoulder carrying him off.
"I don't want your dad to see that. Or anyone else." He muttered.
Tharn looked to the side biting his lip.
Type grunted has he had to pull a heavy, limp tharn.
"God damn it help me."
Tharn sputtered.
"Mmm no street rat."
Type rolled his eyes then shook his head.
They were close.
Stopping in front of his door,With his free hand he tried to open it but it was locked.
"Where's the key?"
"Mmm back pocket."
Type with his free hand grabbed it and opened the door with it.
He brought him in, kicking the door with his foot.
Taking him to his bed he threw him down on his back.
"Damm You. "
He put his hand on his stomach. It still hurt.
Bending down with heavy breathing he went to take off his shoes.
"I didn't..ask you to... Mmmm"
"No your father asked me."
Tharns eyes opened in Anger.
He then propt himself up on his elbows to look down at type taking off his shoes and socks.
He looked to the side for a moment getting an idea.
Then he looked back to type.
"Mmm take off my pants... Will you?"
Type put his last shoe to the floor slowly, looking up at his pants.
"Mmmm i think your more then capable."
"I want you to do it street rat." "Are you going against an order?"
Type looked up to tharns eyes.
He signed.
"Your a prick."
Tharn raised an eye brow.
Rolling his eyes he got up putting himself in between tharns legs to un buckle his belt. Taking it off he bend to the side putting it on the floor.
Coming back he un buttoned his pants.
Bending he took them down.
Taking them off he folded them to turn around to put them on the dresser top.
With types back turned tharn sat fully up.
When he turned around tharn had his arms up.
"Really?" He clicked his tongue.
"Yes."
Type huffing went to tharn putting himself between he's legs again.
He took off his shirt.
"Your such a baby."
Type took the shirt to his body looking down to fold it.
Tharn watched with a wicked grin.
"Finally."
He then quickly took the shirt from type then grabbed him by the wrist pulling him on top of his bed.