~Davesport Oneshots~

Good on Christmas [smut]

  Good on Christmas [smut, alcohol consumption, Daddy kink, piss]
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"merry Christmas employees! Uh there are no gifts! We don't have the budget for any..." The phone headed man chimed, greeting Dave and Jack as they walked into the pepperoniery.

  "But don't worry! As a deal I'm allowing you two to have fun today, no suits. But please stay in the restaurant.." Phoney said, if he could smile it wouldn't have been  a very happy one.

  The two men shrugged, making way to the safe room, already trying to hide Vodka Dave planned to bring weeks ago.

  "Say, sportsy, howsa bout we have  a little fun!?"

  Dave questioned excitedly, looking around for more stashed bottles of alcohol. Once he found another bottle of Vodka he sat down next to his companion, Jack, who pondered over Dsves offer.

  "What kinda fun?" He asked back, examining the dates on the bottle. Dave giggled beside him,

  "First one to get drunk sucks the others cock!"

   "What the fuck, no!?" Jack scooted away from Dave, only to have Dave get closer than before.

  "Cmon Sports! I know how naughty you got back in Vegas~"

Dave jabbed his elbow into Jacks rib softly, grinning smugly. Jack groaned a response,

"Fine whatever just shut up..." He rolled his eyes, pressing the bottle to his lips.  Dave nodded happily, opening his own bottle before taking a sip, the liquid burning down his throat.

  Jack took his own drink, practically tasting the dust in the beverage.

  The two skittles men  drank for hours, slowly feeling the buzz kick in, Dave getting more tipsy than his counterpart. And Jack could tell. He watched as his buddy slumped against the wall, his composer lacking as he took another swig.

  "You alright there, Davey?"
Jack smiled lazily, watching Daves body pick itself up at the sound of his voice.

  "Is ffiines, sports" Daves words slurred with his thick boston accent, making him sound even more wasted then he already is.

  "I don't think you're fine Davey, don't you walk Inna straight like for me, like a good boy~?" The tangerine spoke with a somewhat lustful gaze, watching as Daves face grew more magenta that purple.

  "C-can do" Dave hiccuped between his words, certainly not helping his case. Jack watched as the man slowly got to his feet, standing wobbly for a few moments. Dave continued walking "forward" in a sloppy line, ultimately falling down at the last step.

  Jack chuckled darkly, feeling a heat grow inside of him as we stood up and walked over to Dave. The orange crouched down, picking Daves fave up by the chin. His words were like ice cubes floatinh into Daves watery brain,

  "That wasn't very impressive, Davey~
You know you've lost~"

  Dave groaned in response, a hint of shining in his voice,

  "Please, Daddy~ I've been so good..." His words trailed off as Jack dropped the aubergines head, scoffing at him.

  "Daddy? How pathetic are you, Dave." Jack seethed out the land name, leaving out the little Y he out on the end seconds ago.

  "Dave whimpered on the cold flor, trying to push himself up off the grimy concrete. Failing, he managed to look Jack in the eye to beg,

  "P-please -hic- Daddy I'll be good I'll be good, l just- fuck- please~"