Th*rsty (Scomiche)

Deal (Part 1)

“Don’t you let that deal go down, no, no.”

Deal by Grateful Dead

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"What are you watching?" I asked Mitch as I came up behind him.

Mitch sat cross-legged on the couch, laptop on his thighs, one hand covering his mouth and the other resting on his stomach while he laughed. He wiped away the tears from his cheeks and took several deep breaths. "Someone sent me a link for this Japanese show. It's fuçking crazy!"

I went around the couch and sat beside him. "What is it?"

He angled the laptop towards me. "There's this game show where gay men give straight men a blöw jöb. The goal is make to straight contestant orgasm in less than ten minutes. If he does, the gay contestant wins a cash prize."

My eyes widened. "Is that shit for real?"

Mitch glanced at the screen which continued playing the video and started to giggle again. "I don't know but this is hilarious as fuçk!"

I shifted my attention to the laptop screen. There was a man, presumably the straight one, standing inside what looked like a urinal. Opposite him was another man on all fours, the half of his upper body disappearing into the covered area. Mitch and I watched as the straight man's face changed - from indifferent, to what I assumed was anxious, then to seemingly stressed, escalating to shock until his facial features contorted and he closed his eyes. He seemed to fight it, shaking his head from side to side, but his body obviously wanted other things. Just before the clock hit the 10-minute mark, his body started shaking like he was convulsing. Shortly after the gay contestant stood up, faced the audience, and spit out the white fluid from his mouth. He had a smug look on his face while the other contestant was so red and probably dying from embarrassment.

"Oh my god! Why do people even join that?!" I still couldn't believe what I just saw.

Mitch closed his laptop. "For the money? To get on TV?"

"But for all the world to see?!"

"Technically, we didn't see. The real show was hidden behind that sort of box. Besides, porn stars do worse."

"Still, it's stupid," I remarked.

"If we weren't famous and I was a nobody, I would consider joining that show. I bet I could totally win and even do it in half the time," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Good thing we are famous then. That's literally one of the stupidest ideas. You might even get an STD!"

"What? You don't believe I could do it?" he asked, sounding a little offended.

"I didn't say that," I responded.

He did an exaggerated gasp. "And you didn't answer no! I am deeply offended, Scott," Mitch said with one hand over his chest.

"I mean, 5 minutes? Blöw jöb and nothing else? No hands on the nipples or the ass or whatever? Especially with a straight man? Come on, Mitch." I angled myself to face him and brought an arm over the back of the couch and crossed one leg under my other thigh.

He removed the laptop from his thighs and faced me as well. "Is that a challenge? Cause I fuçking accept, Scott Richard Hoying," he said, glaring at me.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "How the fuçk are you interpreting my words? I didn't mean it like that!"

"Bet you a hundred bucks that I could do that to you," he said with a serious look in his face.