One Shots (MxM)

Sub Truth or Dare

Sub Truth or Dare-

Note: This Oneshot is not cannon, but all of the information (feelings and such) is still accurate.

Noel

"So you just invited everyone over to my boyfriend's house to play drunk truth or dare for shits and giggles?" I ask Micky, looking around at everyone.

He brought Elliot, Fly, Fizzle, Ramey, Quinn, and Wenn who we made up with and doesn't hate us as much.

"Yes. Does Dax still have that bottle of Tito's? We're playing Milkman Truth or Dare."

Everyone looks confused by 'Milkman' Truth or Dare except Quinn and I who have played it plenty of times. It's a great party game that gets people wasted and most of them end up making out or f*****g when we play.

"Yeah. Top shelf above the fridge."

I take everyone to the living room while Mickey climbs on top of the counter to rummage through Dax's alcohol. He puts the cheap stuff there. I wouldn't let him near the expensive stuff unless I wanted to be in a wheelchair for a few days.

I grab the end of the coffee table and start to move it, smiling when Wenn and Fly start to help while the others just stand around waiting for me to tell them what to do. No wonder they're all subs.

"Nobody touch the f*****g couches and go put your shoes at the door. I swear to god if you spill something on the rug, I'm pouring bleach down your throat."

I get mumbled complaints from Fly and Quinn as Ramey, Fizzle, and Wenn don't hesitate to follow the rule I made.

"Mmm... kinky." Elliot replies, taking his shoes off to put them at the door. Everyone else does as well before coming back to sit on the floor in a circle.

I leave a spot in between Quinn and I for Mickey, so when he gets here it will be me, him, Quinn, Wenn, Elliot, Ramey, Fly, Fizzle, and then back to me. After a few minutes, Mickey comes out, handing out shot glasses to everyone with a full bottle of vodka tucked under his arm.

"Oh. Daddy said I can't drink grown up stuff."

"It's okay, Ramey. Omi told me it's okay." I lie, not wanting to deal with trusting him with juice. At least the Tito's is clear.

"Only I get to call him Omi."

"Right. I meant Kaida."

"Okay." Ramey says quickly he stares at me with wide eyes. Wenn and Fizzle have the same adorable way of wondering what's coming next, but Elliot and Fly just look like they're getting bored.

Mickey takes his seat next to me and smiles. "You guys ready to play?"

"How do we play your version of Truth or Dare?" Fly asks.

"Right. I forgot you guys aren't our party people. Noel and Quinn already know the rules, but it's pretty simple. It's regular Truth or Dare, but if you pick truth, you take a shot and if you don't do your dare, you take a shot. If you pick truth and lie about it then someone can call you on it and you take 4 shots. Also it's deep, dark, and dirty, so don't hold back and ask stupid s**t like favorite colors." Mickey explains, making their eyes go wide.

Fly smirks and looks at Elliot. "This should be fun."

"We're going to be too f****d up to get home." Elliot sighs.

"Any questions?" Mickey asks.

"What are the rules for the dares?" Ramey chips in.

I can tell that he's starting to get out of his headspace. When he gets with us, he acts more like a normal 25 year old.

He mentioned that he doesn't like being in his headspace when he's not around Kiyomi because then nobody takes care of him. It's not fun for him unless Kiyomi is there. Though he also mentioned that Fizzle and Elliot make him feel taken care of.

"No rules for the dares. You could dare someone to jump out of a window if you want but they can easily choose to take a shot instead. Are we all ready now?"

"Youngest usually goes first." I tell them

"So Ramey then?" Fly says, and I roll my eyes. He sucks at remembering how old we are.

"Ramey's probably the oldest one here."

"No, I'm pretty sure I am." Wenn answers.

"How old are you?" Quinn looks at him with wide eyes. "You look like a teenager."

"I'm 28."

"Oh my god. I need a full video of your skincare routine immediately." Quinn tells him.

"I don't put anything on my face." Wenn confesses.

I should really keep my thoughts to myself, but he walked right into it. "Except Mateo's cum."

Wenn rolls his eyes at me. "Can we just move on?"

"Fine. Quinn's the youngest." Mickey points out, so we all look at him.

He looks over the rest of us before his eyes land on Fly. "Flynn, Truth or Dare?"

"I go by Fly, but I'll play it safe and do Truth." He answers immediately. He takes his shot and stretches his arms over his head before leaning back on his hands. "So what's the question, gorgeous?"

"Watch it." Mickey tells him, but Fly just raises a brow.

"You're dating?"

"No."

"Then he's fair game." Fly replies.

Mickey goes to say something else, but Quinn clamps his hand over his mouth. "If you could f**k anyone in this room, who would it be?"

"Getting right in there, huh?" Fly looks around, giving me a little wink. "Well I've basically had Noel, and I'm not a verse so the only other person who's even remotely dominant is the one glaring at me like he wants to kick my ass, so I'll go with Mickey."

"I do want to kick your ass. Don't worry though. I might let you suck my d**k after." Mickey quiets down when Quinn reaches over to smack the back of his head.

"Shut up."

"You jealous?"

"Let another guy suck your d**k and you'll see how quick I can get laid by someone else."

"By who?"

"Noel will do it."

"You're 18 now, right?" I ask. When I ran into him at the high school he was hitting on me, but I said no because I was 18 and he wasn't.

"I still don't see why it matters." Quinn huffs, running his fingers through his half black and half platinum blonde hair. He looks like a sexy male version of Cruella Deville.

"Because you were a minor and I wasn't?"

"It didn't stop Mickey. We're not that far apart in age. It shouldn't matter."

I turn to Mickey and raise a brow at him. "You were sleeping with him when he was still a minor?"

"Yes."

"Isn't that a little pedo?"

"Don't say that. I hate people who throw the word pedo around every time someone mentions something like that." Quinn groans like he can't stand explaining it. "A 17 year old looks and thinks the same as an 18 year old most of the time. There's not a magic adult switch that you just flick on. Who gives a f**k if I'm a minor. I'm the same Quinn you f****d two years ago."

"He's 18 now, but still. If I could sleep with a person a year ago, I can sleep with the same person now. He's literally 5 months younger than me. It's not a big deal if we f****d a few times during the 5 months that he was a minor. Can we just move on? Who's turn is it?"

Mickey smoothly flips the topic and due to the tension in the room, everyone allows it rather than pushing. I almost want to argue more, but I don't want to ruin the night for everyone.

"Fly. Your go since you got asked." I tell him.

"Right. Noel, Truth or Dare."

"Dare. I ain't a bitch." I reply instantly.

"I dare you to call Dax and let one of us make s*x noises into the phone."

My heart drops at the idea alone. Not everybody knows because it's none of their business, but Dax has had bad experiences with cheaters and I never want to make him think that I'd do that to him. Even as a joke. "I can't do that."

"I thought you weren't a bitch." Mickey snickers.

"It's not like that. Just pick something else, Fly."

"Why can't you do what I said?" He asks.

"It's none of your business and it's not my story to tell. Just pick another dare."

"Take your shot." Mickey reminds me.

I roll my eyes and down the shot before waiting for the next dare.

"I dare you to tell everyone your deepest secret."

"Oh this should be f*****g good." Mickey laughs. He knows what it is. It's worse than the piss kink. Worse than trying acid. Even worse than getting arrested, but like I said, I'm not a b***h.

"I used to j******f while watching Teagan shower." I confess, trying to fight my blush while Fizzle and Fly both look at me with shocked faces.

Ramey looks lost, but he almost always is. He's ditzy in a cute way. He's the type of person who isn't even close to being innocent but still manages to look like a precious little angel.

Quinn and Mickey both already knew, but Wenn and Elliot just glance at each other with little smiles.

"I mean we can't really blame you. He's pretty hot." Wenn mumbles, while Elliot nods along.

"I remember one time we were taking a shower together and he was all soapy and the bubbles were trailing down his abs and-"

"You have a little drool there." I tease, watching him roll his eyes.

I laugh softly and look around at everyone. "Fizzle, Truth or Dare?"

Fizzle thinks for a moment before shifting a bit. He takes a deep breath. "Dare."

"I dare you to kiss the cutest person in the room." I tell him.

His face heats up immediately, making me laugh along with a few others. Surely everyone knows that Fizzle has a type and there's only one person here who really fits his criteria.

He nervously looks at Quinn who just shrugs and gestures for him to get on with it. Fizzle crawls towards Mickey and stops in front of him, timidly reaching his hand out to put it on Mickey's cheek.

Mickey seems to get fed up with his lack of confidence and just yanks him forward, their kiss gets deeper than I expected. Mickey pulls him into his lap and pushes his tongue into Fizzle's mouth.

Fly and I both whistle and cat call the two of them while Elliot and Ramey just stare like they're shocked by what's happening. Wenn keeps his face clear of emotion and Quinn just pouts.

He avoids his feelings like it's the plague and he'll never admit that he really likes Mickey. I know my best friend, and if Quinn doesn't confess soon, Mickey is going to end up doing things like this for a long time.

They pull apart and Fizzle goes back to his spot. "You really have a type don't you?"

"I do not have a type." He insists, but Elliot just laughs, agreeing with me.

"That's so not true. You like biracial doms. I don't think I've seen you even look remotely attracted to a white dom except maybe Hayes, but that's just because he looks like a Greek god."

"I-I don't have a race preference."

"Come on. You really don't see it? You were even interested in Claude, knowing damn well that he didn't have a single ounce of sadism in him." Elliot explains.

Fizzle blushes and shifts awkwardly. He sighs after a second. "Okay maybe you're a little bit right."

"I know I'm right." Elliot hums with confidence.

Fiz sits back now, looking around before smiling at Ramey. "Ramey, Truth or Dare?"

Ramey perks up, happy that someone is finally paying attention to him now. Fizzle and Elliot like to dote on him because of how cute and innocent he appears, but Fly and I know that he's secretly just as bad as us.

"Truth." He says, staring at Fiz with wide eyes, making it very obvious how eager he is.

"The shot." I remind him after a moment of waiting in silence.

"Oh, right." He downs the shot quickly before scrunching his face up and sticking his tongue out. "That stuff is icky."

Wenn laughs at the comment, seeming to fall into the 'innocent child we need to protect' group along with Fiz and Elliot. Mickey and Quinn just smirk at each other like they want to corrupt him.

"What kink are you most interested in with Kiyomi?"

Ramey pauses to think for a moment before shrugging. "I don't know if there's a word for it, but it's hard to explain. I'm not really an exhibitionist, but I like when people know that Omi and I do dirty things. That's why I have an OnlyFans and why Omi records us doing things. It's because I like the idea of people watching, but not in person if that makes sense. I'm scared to do a public scene at the club, but I'd let everyone watch the videos of Omi f*****g me."

I tilt my head slightly. That's an odd kink, but just like any other one, it's totally valid. It also seems to work well since Kaida is a photographer.

"Agrexophilia." Elliot tells him.

"What?"

"A fetish in which one is sexually aroused by other people knowing their s****l activities but not necessarily watching them in person. Similar to exhibitionism but not quite the same."

"Thank you, human encyclopedia." I tease, making Elliot roll his eyes.

He sighs. "I like researching things, and since I'm not in college, I end up looking through random stuff."

"You should apply for college again now that your situation is more stable." Fizzle suggests, but Elliot just shrugs.

"I don't know. I feel like my life is in a constant state of chaos and I don't want to add more s**t in." He admits.

It's not common for him to confess how he feels. Those sessions he's been having with Hayes must really be helping.

I think everyone at the club regularly visits him at this point. Wenn's sessions are right after mine so I usually see him when I'm leaving.

I've been talking about my feelings about the whole Teagan situation. I'm still hurt by it. I still don't talk to him and I refused to go to family counseling with him and Sawyer. I'd rather fix my internal feelings before trying to force myself to talk with them.

Elliot has been going to talk about his depression and anxiety, but he told Hayes that he doesn't want any prescriptions. He basically said that he knows he's f****d up, but he doesn't want to be a pill popper to fix it.

Beau and Claude went once and Hayes pretty much told them not to waste their money when they're practically the perfect couple.

I even heard from Fizzle that Andrew has been going for some reason. Though, that man acts like he doesn't live with a single regret so I can't understand what he could possibly need to work through.

"Elliot, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth. I'm not dumb enough to pick dare." He answers, taking his shot before waiting.

"Oh, uh..." Ramey tilts his head slightly like he hadn't thought that far, but after a moment, Mickey leans over to whisper something in his ear. "Oh that's a good one. Yeah, which dom has the biggest d**k?"

"And I'm supposed to know that?"

"Considering most of them have been in your mouth, I'm gonna go with yes."

"Ha ha." Elliot hums sarcastically. "Dax is the biggest out of the ones I've seen. Hayes is a close second."

"Third. Mateo's is bigger than Dax's." Wenn tells us.

"You're the only one who's seen it." I huff.

"I have also, actually." Fizzle says, making my eyes widen.

"You have?"

"Yeah. Andrew helped train Mateo and they did things, so I saw it. I think that's true though. It was pretty big." He mumbles, making me roll my eyes.

"Ok fine I guess Dax is 2nd place now."

"Wenn, Truth or Dare?" Elliot asks.

"Dare."

"I dare you to call Mateo and you have to say whatever Mickey tells you to until the conversation ends."

Wenn glares and takes out his phone. He puts it in the center and clicks on the name 'Arepa<3'.

"Why is it Arepa?" Elliot asks.

"We had an inside joke thing. He told me that his Arepa would be the best think I'd put in my mouth and I said that he was the best thing I could put in my mouth and he said something like 'Well I guess I'm an Arepa then.'"

"I thought Mateo was Colombian." I mention, and Wenn nods. "Didn't arepas originate from Venezuela?"

"You better keep that opinion to yourself. He will seriously get into a fist fight about that. Just don't question it." Wenn laughs as Mateo answers.

"Hey, Pecas. What's up?"

Mickey leans over to whisper something in his ear, making Wenn blush. After a second of glaring, Wenn sucks up his pride and responds. "Nothing much. I just miss you. I-I want you to come over and f**k me."

There's a few guys laughing in the other line and one whistles while Mateo tells them to shut up. It sounds like he's walking away but there is one voice that yells 'get it, Rojas'.

Wenn's face turns entirely red as Mateo answers. "Sorry, baby. I didn't think they were close enough to hear. As much as I'd love to do that, I'm at work."

Mickey whispers something else, and Wenn replies. "Just leave and come here then."

"The offer is definitely appealing, but this job is $15 an hour."

Wenn glares at Mickey again, sighing lightly so that Mateo can't hear before saying the next thing. "If you do well then I could pay you $15 an hour."

"Oh, am I your hooker now?" Mateo teases with a little laugh. "I'm pretty great in bed though. I might have to charge more than $15."

"I'll do whatever you want as long as you please me." Wenn repeats after Mickey tells him to.

"How about this then. I get off in 4 hours and then I'll come to your place and f**k you all night long. That way I'll get to hear you screaming 'Oh, faster! Please, Master, I can't take it anymore.'"

"Sounds like a plan."

"Yep, so be ready for me, Pecas. And tell your friends I said hi."

Wenn's eyes widen as he laughs softly. "How'd you know?"

"You'd never say that s**t. I'm serious though. You got me all hot and bothered now." He laughs as we hear another shout from the other line.

"Rojas! Get your ass to work. You're not getting paid to have phone s*x with your boyfriend."

"Gotta go, Pecas. Kiss kiss."

"Kiss kiss." Wenn answers, smiling as they hang up. He huffs and looks around at everyone.

Fly, Mickey, Quinn, and I all are more amused than anything, but Elliot and Fizzle are swooning at how cute Wenn and Mateo are. Ramey is lost as usual, but that's part of why we all love him so much. Every friend group needs the cute one that's not all the way there. He's a himbo to say the least.

"Happy?" Wenn says before turning to Mickey. "Truth or Dare, funny guy. I intend to pay you back for that shit."

"Truth."

"You little coward." I grumble as he downs his shot.

He rolls his eyes and flips me off while sticking his tongue out like a 4th grader would. "I'm not a coward. I'm smart."

"Oh really?" Wenn challenges. "Tell us the worst thing you've ever done."

"Oh god." Mickey groans. He turns his face to me and gestures for me to get it over with.

After the situation with Candace, Mickey and I agreed that we'd be friends only if I could smack him every single time anyone talks about it.

I rub my hands together before blowing in them and reaching my hand back to swing it forward, not holding back as I smack him, hearing the sound echo through the room.

Ramey finally starts paying attention just long enough to mutter, "Daddy said it's not nice to hit people."

Mickey turns back to the circle and ignores the reddening mark on his face while he talks. "When we were sixteen, I went to Noel's house to hang out and he was running late because he had detention so Candace and I were just relaxing and talking. Talking turned into kissing and then kissing turned into f*****g and she was on the pill, but 2 weeks later she told me she was pregnant. Long story short, never f**k a Grayson. They're way too f*****g fertile."

"You slept with your best friends si-"

"And f**k buddy." Mickey corrects.

Fly rolls his eyes and repeats what he said. "You slept with your best friend and f**k buddy's twin sister?"

"Yeah. Wasn't a very smart move."

"Obviously." I practically growl in my throat.

Candace is protective of me when it comes to emotions. She gets mad at whoever hurts my feelings, but I'm protective of her when it comes to her physical body. If anyone lays a hand on her, they're dead.

When CPS separated us, they had to physically pull us apart. I heard her say that the guy's grip was hurting her. I remember biting his arm so hard it drew blood and he almost hit me but the other guy stopped him.

The only problem with Mickey is that I know he never gave a s**t about her. I know that because I was sleeping with him too, but I know the kind of person Candace is. She wants a loving fulfilling relationship that's built on commitment, trust, and love.

All Mickey wanted was a quick f**k. He could've easily got it from someone who didn't want strings attached if he had just waited the hour it took me to get home, but he didn't.

"Last question for this round, baby." Mickey hums, wrapping an arm around Quinn to yank him closer, kissing his cheek. "Truth or Dare, half and half?"

Quinn runs his fingers through his hair which is half black and half platinum blonde. "I said to stop calling me that. I pick dare."

"I dare you to kiss me." Mickey says, making everyone groan.

"We said no stupid shit." I huff.

Quinn just smirks and leans in to lock lips with him. The kiss gets deeper and deeper until Quinn is in Mickey's lap with Mickey shamelessly groping his ass.

Wenn whistles loudly while Fly and I both tell them to get a room. Fizzle and Elliot clap obnoxiously, and Ramey is lost as per usual, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

I've always been the type to have a ton of friends, but aside from Mickey, I never had friends like this. Not real friends. They were all fake and just around because I liked to show that I was cool or popular. This is different. As I glance around the room, I can tell that everything falls into perfect place.

I'm glad everyone's here. Fizzle skips out sometimes and I know that he doesn't feel important, but he is. We all notice when he's gone because he's our friend. The whole group falls into chaos when he's missing.

Like when Fly got his n*****s pierced. We walked out of the place and the conversation just got louder and louder until we were practically screaming at each other because Fizzle's soft little voice wasn't around to cool us down. It only took us a few minutes to realize he was gone, but we got lost trying to get back to the place.

Even though we added Mickey and Quinn who are both bad influences and even though we let Wenn tag along every once in a while, we're still NERFF and we always will be.