Author:
Jo aka Slashgirl
Title:
The Dare
Pairing: ?/? read to find out!!!
Rating:
pretty much PG...
Disclaimer:
Not true, all fiction, I'm not psychic and if rumours about Kevin being with
Mark all through the tour are to believed there's NO chance this will in time
come true!
Challenge
from Nick: Mark and a friend are getting drunk when the subject of 'how would
the lads behave if a lad kissed them when drunk' comes up. As the alcohol
flows, Mark gets challenged to try their conclusions.
THE DARE
"So, tour's coming up again, you excited?"
Brian asked Mark as they were sitting in a Dublin pub, Brian visiting home just
as Mark was in
"God Brian don't
even start! This choreography is doing my head in, you'd think Priscilla
would know by now that I'm not the next Fred Astaire or whoever," Mark
almost shouted, downing the rest of his pint as Brian finished his and offering
to go get another.
"No one's expecting you to be Fred
Astaire, Mark - we all know you have two left feet! Just kidding, I just
mean the fans won't mind a bit, they come to hear you sing and any moves are a
bonus. Anyway the pints are getting a bit heavy on my stomach, wanna
share a Fat Frog?" Mark just shrugged and stood up to get the
drinks, coming back shortly after with two pintglasses filled with a sweet
green fizzy mixture of drinks.
A few more Fat Frogs and some shots later
the strangest subjects suddenly got very interesting. Having witnessed
Mark kiss some lad on the lips Brian suddenly thought: "What if you'd
kiss the lads like that?"
"This lad here was gay, Brian! I
don't go around kissing straight guys."
"Are you sure? I mean, did you
ask him? He just looked very drunk and horny to me, would fuck anything
that has two legs if he got the chance. I'm sure if you got the lads
drunk enough..."
"Forget it Mac! I'm not kissing
them. What would you do if I went and kissed you now eh?"
"OK OK," Brian held up his hands
in mock surrender. "But theoretically, who do you think would be the
easiest?"
"The easiest to what?"
"To get in bed when drunk" came the simple statement.
"To sleep? Easy, Shane, he usually falls asleep
before his head even hits the pillow when he's drunk!" Mark laughed.
"You know what I mean!" Brian
rolled his eyes.
"I don't know,
Kian maybe? He'll go with anyone, male or female, if he's drunk and horny
enough."
"Well that or you risk a fist in the face
for trying!" Brian laughed, not agreeing with Mark in the least.
"Nicky's a safer bet I'd say! He's very touchy-feely even when he's
sober -"
"But he can also take his drink better
than the rest of us," Mark interrupted. "It would take forever
to get him that drunk and even when he is hammered he usually has some sense of
self to say no when someone wants a one-night-stand, even if it is a
nice-looking girl. I don't know, I'm not gonna say there's no chance but
he's have to be extremely drunk to give in to that."
"OK so what do you think about Shane
then?"
"He always falls asleep when he's
drunk. Wouldn't be the first time we had to carry him home 'cause he's
too drunk and tired to walk. So unless you count kissing him when he's
asleep I don't think there's even the slightest chance with
him."
"You never know - he's straight as an
arrow but arrows do break," Brian spoke.
"So what does that mean? If I
kiss you you'll turn gay as well?" Mark asked looking his taller friend
straight in the eyes to see his reaction.
"Maybe if you get me drunk enough! Go get us another drink will
you?" Brian laughed.
A while later on tour in Cardiff the
lads were enjoying a night out after the concert, knowing they didn't have a
concert the next day they had to be up for so the drinks were very much
flowing. Only days before Brian had rung Mark to see how things were with
the dare he had given Mark, to try out if their conclusions after the
conversation before the start of the tour had come true. Mark had had to
disappoint him though as the mad schedule hadn't given them enough chance to
relax and unwind that much yet - something that seemed was about to change...
As the night progressed Mark noticed his
bandmates getting more drunk by the minute. He
had all but forgotten about Brian's dare when a text message made his mobile
vibrate in his pocket: "Saw on online schedule you have tomorrow off - bet
you're all out celebrating. Don't forget our dare and let me
know!"
"What's up?" Kian slung an arm
around his taller friend's shoulders, trying to read the message. Mark
clapped his mobile shut embarrased, not wanting to get awkward questions about
what the dare was.
"Just Brian asking how we are. Do you want another drink?"
Mark changed the subject as he noticed Kian's glass was yet again empty.
Nicky's and Shane's weren't exactly full anymore either so Mark offered:
"Lads, I'm going for drinks, same as before?"
"Please," Shane mumbled, hanging on
the sofa they had managed to occupy when they got to the club.
"Will you bring us some shots as well,
Mark? And get Redbull for this lad here," he pushed Shane off of his
shoulder which the dark-haired man seemed to take for a pillow, "we need
to get him up so we can get this party going again! I'm not carrying you
back to the hotel Shay!" he nudged the hazel-eyed lad who was on the verge
of closing his eyes again.
"Here we go," Mark spoke as he
put four pintglasses on the table, getting some change out of his pocket for
the girl who had helped him get the shots over to the other lads as he thanked
her with a smile.
As Shane reached for his shotglass his aim
was a bit off and a few drops of the precious liquid dropped onto the table,
giving Nicky an idea: "Right, next one who spills his drink has
to kiss the person to his right on the lips!"
Kian wasn't too happy about that: "No
fair! Sleepyhead is to my left, he'll spill all the time!"
Mark held his breath for fear a tantrum
would follow but Nicky just laughed it off: "As if you really mind!
Ye're the one going around kissing the lot of us, you
kissed me on stage and Mark and that presenter-guy at the Gay Mardi Gras in
"ON THE CHEEK!" Kian interrupted.
"No worries, Ki, I'll trade places
with you" Mark offered, "after this
round's done!" With that he took his shotglass a tad too
wildly, spilling at least a third and making Kian look at him worriedly when he
downed the rest.
Kian's worry soon made place for glee
though as he realised Nicky would be the first on the receiving end of the
snog: "Hey Marky, you spillt a bit..."
"Yeah, you all know I'm not very handy
with the shots - Sorry Nicky," he spoke as he leant closer, more than just
a bit surprised when Nicky leant in to meet him halfway.
The kiss lasted for a few moments, then Nicky pulled away and smiled: "I'm hardly gonna
back out on my own dare am I?" Mark could swear though there was
something else in those sky-blue eyes as well, something he'd never seen
before. Meanwhile Kian very carefully lifted his glass, trying his best
not to spill the smallest drop but his hand was shaking so much the clear
liquid spillt from his glass anyway.
"Shit," he muttered as a few
drops landed on his trousers.
"No worries, it'll dry," Nicky
laughed. "But you owe Mark a kiss now."
Embarassed but not daring to back out the
younger blond quickly gave Mark a quick peck on the lips, getting boos from
Nicky: "Oh come on, Ki you can do better than that!"
"Nicky leave it, there's always
next time," Mark spoke wanting to give his friend a break. Shane was
now completely zonked out so Kian felt safe enough where he was and Nicky
downed both his shot and the other drink in front of him without further
spillage, as did Mark with the pintglass in front of himself. Just as
Kian followed his lead and went to down his drink the lights came on, startling
him and making him spill some of his Guinness: "Shit!" With the
lights being on Mark and Nicky let him off and left him to finish his pint as
they set to work trying to wake Shane up - or at least get him awake enough to
get out of the club and back to the hotel.
About half an hour later they had finally
managed to get a taxi and arrived back at the hotel where Kian immediately disappeared
to his room embarassed about what happened at the club as Mark and Nicky tried
to get Shane to tell where he'd left his keycard. Unfortunately the lad
was too enibriated to tell so the pair of them placed him in Mark's room for
the night as Nicky offered Mark a place in his own.
"Goodnight Shane," Mark spoke,
not getting a reply as he gathered a pair of pyjamas and disappeared to Nicky's
room, not forgetting to turn off the lights.
As Mark reached Nicky's room and went to
knock the door he was surprised to find himself getting pulled inside, two lips
crashing down on his as the door was slammed shut. A pair of slim agile
hands roamed the taller man's body, skillfully unbuttoning and removing the
shirt Mark was wearing. Making swift work of the younger man's trousers
as well, leaving him in his boxers Nicky led his friend to the bed. Not a
word was spoken, none were necessary as both men were lost in a world of their
own...
THE END