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“Heh, too easy.. Luck seems to follow me everywhere!” Chance chuckled to himself as he counted the silver coins he had accumulated from playing slots earlier. He's been on a lucky streak for a few days now and he was not going to let this opportunity pass to get some extra cash!
Were both him and his family insanely wealthy? Yeah, sure. Did he still gamble like his next meal depended on it? Of course he did! It wasn't everyday that he brings in this much bank, and it's all thanks to his lucky coin!
Chance grinned as he stuffed his pockets full of hard-earned cash. However, he kept out his special coin, grinning madly as he tossed it up into the air.
He leaned against a nearby pool table as the silver coin spun for a short while before gravity pulled it back down and onto its owner's palm.
Heads.
“Hell yes,” he hollered before placing the coin between his fingers to admire it, “maybe I should try my luck at poker this- agh, god dammit..” The gambler groaned as the gold coin fell out of his grip and under the pool table. Muttered curses escaped his mouth as grey hands mindlessly searched for the coin.
“What the hell are you doing?” A low, yet familiar voice came from behind Chance. He could recognise that voice from anywhere… ITrapped!
Chance quickly snatched the coin and sprung up, definitely not hitting his head in the process. Ow, that wasn't very lucky…
“Hey man! I uh.. dropped my coin. I didn't think I’d see you tonight! You normally don't come when there's barely anyone here.” The man adjusted his hat, rubbing his sore head in the process. ITrapped only stared at him, seeming a bit indifferent on what Chance had to say. It almost hurt. But hey, that's just how ITrapped was! Cold and indifferent to him…
The gambler shrugged off the negative feelings he was having and smiled at his buddy. After a small pause, ITrapped spoke up: “I need to borrow some money. Things have been.. a little tighter lately since I'm constantly coming here with you.”
“Hm? Oh- uh sure! Sorry about that..” Chance pulled out the bag of his wins from that night. “It's not a lot but it's all I have on me right now. I hope that's fine with you ‘Trapped!”
Guilt flooded his stomach as he held out the bag of money, but his ego boosted once ITrapped took the money and smiled at him.
“Thanks, I really appreciate it. I'll make sure to pay you back later. Deal?” Those blue, cold eyes stared at him as he tried to come up with a reply.
Chance felt like he was getting smaller as the misfortune began to settle deep within his bones. It was suffocating.
“Uh.. No need. I'm always happy to help my buddy out!” Chance laughed, mentally cursing at the insecure stutter that came out. He was quick to try and head out, elbowing ITrapped playfully as he did so.
“I'm gonna go for a smoke. You coming dude?”
ITrapped considered taking his offer before grimacing and shaking his head. “Nah, it's too cold out there. I'll wait inside so just get me when you're done.”
“Alright, fine. It won't take me long anyways.” Chance let out a sigh of relief as he made his way to the alleyway outside the casino with a pack of Marlboro Red in hand. The red lighter glowing in the dark as the flame illuminated into the night, effectively lighting his cigarette. He shivered as the cold air embodied him. It was.. comforting.. in a way he would never dare to explain. But now wasn't the time for a crisis, he had to gamble to get his money back! Right after this smoke break of course…
“Didn't think I'd be catching a little bunny tonight.”
This time Chance did have to turn around to recognize the owner of that voice. However, it was instantly regretted on his part. Fuck, it was Mafioso. Why was his luck suddenly getting worse? Didn't the coin land on heads!? Or.. Did it not? The memory of the coin dropping under the pool table suddenly came into view and everything began to make a little more sense in his head. But… Did that really count as a flip!? Well he was feeling shorter than usual so…
And with the way his luck was going he could only assume it counted as the unluckiest coin toss ever…
“Heyy man…! Didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon! So, I know we got off on a rough start but how about–”
A dull pain erupted in his back as he was shoved against the wall. So much for trying to talk it out.. Fortunately there's some other tricks he had up his sleeve.
“My money. Where is it?”
“Right.. I was- uh, just getting to that… But first..” Here goes everything..!
Chance took a long drag from the burning cigarette, inhaling the carcinogenic smoke. He tried looking Mafioso straight in the eye, but the shadow the ladder's fedora cast made it close to impossible to do so. Too bad…
Grey hands yanked the black tie that Mafioso wore and pulled the man into a kiss, blowing his cigarette smoke into the mob boss's mouth. Shit, shit, shit, what was he doing with the non-existent luck he had!?
Chance fully expected Mafioso to break away from the kiss and beat the ever loving crap out of him… but he didn't, so he decided to take it a step further. No one else could see into the alleyway anyways due to how dark it was. Why not have some fun and keep the money he had? It's a win-win for him!
The kiss was anything but sweet. Teeth grinded against teeth while their tongues rubbed against each other, but at least his plan was working!
Chance was the one to finally break the heated kiss, coughing once he did so to let out the smoke that burned his mouth.
Looking over to see how Mafioso looked almost unamused didn't surprise him. What did surprise Chance was the faint blush that painted the tall man's face. Jackpot!
“Hmm.. Say, why don't we leave those boring problems for another day and focus on something a bit more.. exciting? Would you like that, big guy?” Chance whispered in Mafioso's ear, making the latter shiver.
Mafioso gave a small, hesitant, nod before leaning in for another kiss. “I'm adding more to your debt for tardiness…” He mumbled against Chance's lips. The former only chuckled as he discarded the burning cigarette onto the ground, stepping on it to put out the flame.
The grey man bit Mafioso's bottom lip harshly, drawing a small amount of blood before sucking on it. “Could you be any less sexy? From now on let me do the talking…”
The kiss continued as the two men embraced one another, not giving a care as to who sees them during this moment of passion and soon to be bliss. Chance decided to take this a step further and undress Mafioso. First loosening the constricting tie then making his way to the mafia boss's belt.
Before he could strip the man even further, his hands were violently shoved above him. “Don't act like you're the one in charge. You're the one indebted to me, so act like it.”
The act of intimidation didn't go unnoticed by Chance, but the gambler was barely phased by it. Besides, one bad coin toss couldn't direct how his entire night will be so why not get a little cocky? “Don't be like that now.. I'm the one who's getting you laid tonight. Shouldn't you be a little more grateful? Why don't you let out all that pent up energy on me, big guy.” Chance could tell that his seduction was working from how pink Mafioso had gotten.
“Now, why don't you be appreciative of what I'm doing for you and get on your knees? I'll make you feel so good afterwards..”
Mafioso's eyebrows furrowed, but obliged nonetheless. Chance could tell that he was a virgin who had zero experience on what to do regarding sex with anyone. All he knew was that his dick was aching to be inside the mafia boss’ mouth..
The sound of metal clanked against the hard, concrete floor as Chance discarded his belt. Before pulling down his pants, however, Chance took his cell phone out of his back pocket, making sure the other man didn't see it.
He could only chuckle as Mafioso impatiently pulled down both his pants and boxers, letting out the half flaccid penis. His cock twitched in anticipation of the head he was about to receive. But it didn't come.
Mafioso was just staring at it!?
“Put it in your mouth already,” he exasperated, “or at least lick it! Do you seriously not know how to give head? No wonder you're a virgin.” Mafioso grumbled in reply, but Chance didn't listen. Instead, he forcefully shoved the other man's mouth against the base of his penis. “Start by licking it. That shouldn't be too hard for you, yeah?”
The mob boss nodded, looking up at Chance as he licked up the base and to the tip. The gambler's eyes widened at the newfound fact that Mafioso's tongue was just as long as his fully hard member. He knew the other man had razor sharp teeth, but a long ass tongue too!? What other monster-like traits did this man have?
Fuck, he can't concentrate too hard on this, he has a plan so use it!
“Face your head down and open your mouth.” Chance muttered as he used his free hand to push down on Mafioso's head, making his cock go down the oddly obedient man's throat. “Mm.. Just like that.. Close your eyes and move up and down on it. Fuck– Don't use teeth..! Only tongue…”
He felt the man gag and moan on him, which only made his pride swell. He almost dropped his phone from how good the vibrations felt. Oh right, his phone!
Chance made sure that Mafioso was looking down, and only then did he turn it on to text ITrapped.
[Hey dude im gonna head—
“Chance, you still out here!?” He heard ITrapped call out for him right by the front entrance of the casino.
Shit.
Chance quickly sent the unfinished text and powered off the phone, praying that ITrapped wouldn't care too much about his sudden disappearance. He just had to hope that his buddy wouldn't give him grief the next time they saw each other.
Suddenly, a sudden bolt of pleasure hit Chance, making him squirm and drop the phone. He finally looked down to the most pleasant sight: Mafioso had shoved that monster of a tongue right inside of him, rubbing against his prostate! “W-Wait, don't do that, it's not clean!” He was so focused on not fucking everything up with his friend that he forgot to pay attention to the virgin between his legs!
“Chance! He ditched me! Fuck..” ITrapped punched the wall right by the entrance of the alleyway. He held his breath.
Chance bit his lip to stifle his moans, feeling a small sense of relief as he heard the footsteps of his friend tread off into the distance. Relief quickly turned into both arousal and frustration.
“You can't just do that,” Chance growled, “what if ITrapped saw us? Are you even listening, Mafi.. oh~” He moaned and tilted his head against the brick wall. “Don't think I'm letting you off the hook yet. Make me cum and maybe I'll forgive you.”
“So bossy..” Mafioso's muttered remarks fell on deaf ears as Chance seemed to be lost in indescribable pleasure. He only grabbed Mafioso's hair while simultaneously gripping his hard cock, jerking his hand up and down to chase his climax.
“I'm gonna- fuck! Please, please, more.. I need to cum so bad!” He begged. Never in his life did he think he would be begging someone who was dead set on taking his money, but here he was begging like some cheap whore.
With a few more thrusts from the man's tongue, Chance quickly came, regrettably getting his semen on both parties.
He panted, trying to catch his breath before finally looking down at the mess that was the mafia leader. It was then that he realized how little he paid attention to what others did around him because Mafioso's jizz was all over his own shoes and pants. “Felt good, didn't it? Sadly I'll have to punish you for coming without permission. Maybe next time though ‘cus I am spent!” He reveled in these few moments before his post-nut clarity will unfortunately kick in.
“Yeah.. I'll see you tomorrow then.” Mafioso shrugged, seeming nonchalant about the events that just took place, but Chance knew he enjoyed it. It wasn't everyday he saw that monster actually smirk.
“Get ready to have the best nights of your life, virgin!” Mafioso only blushed at the comment as he quickly made himself decent and left without so much as a friendly goodbye.
Fuck, Chance was going to be dead to the world once he's level-headed. He'll just have to enjoy these last few minutes of elation.
Maybe he'll teach Mafioso how to give better blowjobs.
Next time though…