Sonnellinos - Spin the Bottle/Gay Chicken (Part 1/5)
(Uhmā¦ im newvousā¦ first time publishing anything (no smut yet, but itāll get thereā¦ Publishing seperate endings for seperate henchmen))
Ah, one of the Sonnellinosā many favorite morale boosting activities.
It was essentially seeing which one of the boys could get the gayest with each other before the other backed out, or, they could take a shot, which, if one of them had too many shots after chickening out of the gay acts, debt collecting would be fucking miserable the next day.
Well, that and looking visibly drunk in public gave a bad representation to the Sonnellinos, so these nights spent together amongst Donās elites and the lowly associates ended up being just dudes who are getting to know each other more deeply than they may have anticipated.
Tonight, the top soldiers of Don have decided to just keep this game between themselves, just the four of them. Thatās how it started, at least.
āWellā¦ Iām just sayinā, itād be funny if the boss got in on it, too!ā Gunther attempts to plead his case, barely holding back a smirk. As much as heās jokingā¦ The more he jokingly pleads his case, the more he wonders what his boss, two decades his senior, would get up to.
āHehehā¦ Wellā¦ He was probably wild in his prime, but heās a coupleā¦ ten years past that.ā Ezio gave a shrug, balancing the back of his chair on its back legs, narrowly avoiding tipping the old wooden chair on his back and taking Ezio down with it.
āNever know if heād be up to it or not. Just ask.ā Borys chimes in, making a nudging motion with his upper arm in the direction of Gunther, attempting to get Gunther to act on impulse, as a way to satiate his own curiosity more than anything.
Claude would slam his fist down onto the table,
āNo! Heās our boss, we canāt bug him like weāre attention starvedāā Claude would be cut off in attempt to assert his co-leadership over the others,
āAnd- he used to have fun this wayā¦ Probably! Iāll take the fall for this!ā Gunther stood up, accidentally knocking down the rickety, mismatched wooden stool heād been sitting on, politely sitting it back up on its wooden legs, clearing his throat and straightening his tuxedo vest.
āWish you luck.ā Borys called out, as he and the others watched Gunther leave the off room of the abandoned factory which served as the Sonnellinosā safe haven.
Gunther felt his heart hammering in his chest as he walked down the hall, pausing when he was right outside.
Asking questions never got easier. Heās always struggled with this back home, his impulsiveness is supposed to make up for this anxiousness.
He stood outside Donās office, seeing the light bleed out from the frosted glass, standing in a position he knew Don couldnāt see the silhouette of him standing there.
Just as Gunther reached for the door handle, the handle jiggled and the door was open, and he was face-to-face with his boss, whoād caught him, yet again, too anxious to have asked a question.
Don sighs, glancing down at Gunther, a corner of his mouth angling upwards in a gesture meant to gain the reassurance of a soldier of his, to make it clear that he at least wasnāt scowling.
āCāmon, whatās it now?ā Don asks, clearing his throat after, realizing his voice was hoarse after hours of not speaking, cooped up in his office.
āUrā¦ uhmā¦ w-wellā¦ we were thinkingā¦ā Gunther kept stammering, digging his fingernails into the palms of his gloved hands, remembering how Don had been working with him to get him to just say what he wanted to.
āāEy, Gunther.ā Don snaps his fingers in front of Guntherās face, pulling the younger man out of his nervous train of thought.
āRight! We wanted to ask if you would uhmā¦ S-Spend some time with us? Like- likeā¦ play what we are playingā¦?ā Gunther trails off, hoping he could articulate himself enough to have Don understand that he was asking him to join in on game night.
āHeh, donāt have to ask me twice.ā Don says, feeling a rush of embarrassment go through him as he realizes his excitement after agreeing.
Even after years without his father in his lifeā¦ He still hears that nagging voice telling him to stay cold blooded, as is needed out here.
āI meanā¦ Sure. Bonding timeās always good.ā Don says, reaching to pat Guntherās shoulder, an actual small smirk rising to his lips.
Gunther felt the tension leave his shoulders, all the reckless, youthful vigor coming back to him.
āRight! Weāre just down āere.ā Gunther begins to lead Don down the hall, through the cracked concrete walls of the once pristine factory.
Gunther was eager to barge into the door, seeing his fellow soldiers sitting around a table with a bright, exposed lightbulb illuminating the dingy space acting as the boysā game night.
āTold you.ā Ezio leaned over to nudge Claude who sat beside him, while Claude stared down at the table, shielding his own face with a white gloved hand, shoulders slumping with a sigh that conveyed disappointment, more in the way a parent might do behind the back of their child.
āFine, fine. You win, Donās here, youāre right.ā Claude sits up, adjusting the collar of his cape, and fixing his gloves situated on his hands.
Don had stood in the doorway, moving alongside Gunther to sit down at the table. Then, noticing Claudeās embarrassment, he reached over and gave the consigliereās shoulder a quick squeeze.
āās fine, Claude. I donāt mind these types of things.ā Don says, a little more sincere with comforting Claude over Gunther, not that he played favoritesā¦ But, itās safe to assume heād like the one who was there to approve and do the overthinking for him in a quick pinch.
With that reassurance from Don, Claude sat up a little straighter. Even if Claude was assigned to do all the thinking for his boss, it was, ultimately, his boss who made the final call, and he was fine with having his boss participate in what was essentially gay chickenā¦ maybe.
āRight,ā Don sat back up, clasping his hands together with a quick clap, āWhatāre the rules, then?ā Don asks, glancing around at his subordinates, seeing if he could possibly pick up on any underlying context, and so far they seemed a littleā¦ Embarrassed, maybe?
This was going to be fun.
āWell, basically, itās kinda like-ā Gunther began, before being cut off by Borys,
āGay chicken.ā Heād snicker,
āIt is not gay chicken!ā Gunther shouts back, sitting up out of his chair a bit, Don placing his hand on Guntherās shoulder to make him sit back down, a gesture of control.
āThenā¦ Itās just āspin the bottleā?ā Borys cocked his head to the side,
āI mean- kind ofā¦ā Gunther stares off to the side, having sat back down,
āBasically is,ā Ezio chimes in, āI mean, itās āspin the bottleā and āgay chickenā, you spin it, and youāve gotta beā¦ intimate with the other guy.ā He explains, feeling a smirk form that was unable to leave, smugness at being able to see his friends and coworkers explain this game to their boss.
āOr, you could take a shot and back out of itā¦ā Claude adds, remembering all the times heās gotten wasted with the amount of times heād back out of being touchy with his fellow teammates.
Don pauses, before he snickers,
āHehehā¦ Glad to seeĀ that boys are still boys.ā Don wipes an imaginary, mirthful tear from the corner of his eye, while everyone is suddenly reminded that Don has more than likely done some weird homoerotic stuff with his buddies back in the day.
āRightā¦ I think the boss should pick who spins first.ā Ezio leans forwards, resting his forearms on the creaky wooden table.
āHmmā¦ Claude, my boy. You go first.ā Don orders, his eyes landing on the man.
The bottle would spin, and during different rounds, the group of men would sit on each other's laps or exchange a peck on the cheek or the tip of the nose, or theyād take a shot. It was a pretty even ratio on who drank shots, and who did something intimate with their buddy.
The acts of intimacy would, of course, progress through the night, as everyone had a bit of alcohol in their system, and not everyone could just give pecks or give some attempt at a lap dance. Except for Don, heād taken a shot at every chance he could get, as is normal for the functional alcoholic with a high tolerance for liquor.
āIā¦ I really think weāve hit a wall hereā¦ā Claude says, reaching up and adjusting some of his curly hair
āIā¦ hmmā¦ Yeah- I think so too.ā Ezio agrees, feeling both the alcohol and the many kisses exchanged between friends warming his body.
Everyone is silent for a second, before Don makes his decision,
āJust one last round.ā Heād chuckle, reaching to the empty bottle on the table, poised to give it yet another spin,
āUhmā¦ Boss, actually- that was the last of our booze for the night.ā Gunther pipes up, which just gets a chuckle from the don,
āās time I had a turn, isnāt it?ā Don says, the underlying tone of his voice as clear as could be, and it only gives everyone a sudden chill run through their bodies at the anticipation, none of them had expected Don to participate, let alone get in on the main action of the game.
Safe to say, things would be getting interestingā¦
Don finally gives the bottle a spinā¦
