Hunted

Finally something fun. Bowling had been a bad idea, but Julian hadn't known the dicks just invited him so they'd have someone to poke fun at. Sure, he was used to being made fun of, but they weren't even trying to act like friends. As far as he was concerned, they needed a bit of their own medicine.

He stood outside the bowling alley – they were apparently waiting for someone – tying a bandanna onto his head to keep his hair out of his face. He could tell one of the guys he was supposedly on a team with was nervous about it, so he offered to put up $300 if they lost. The offer was unnecessary, because he had little doubt he could beat Rick.

After pulling off his shirt – he had a white tank underneath – and double-knotting his running shoes, he was all set. He lowered himself, kneeling on the grass as he took a moment to study his new teammate. One of the guy's friends had left for some reason, but he wasn't concerned about that. There was something he liked about that one guy. What was his name, Kyun? A lot nicer than most of the strangers he came across. Especially with the night he was having, a nice stranger was a considerable relief.

Rick was with his buddies Stewart and Josh, joking about the coming game and making racial comments now and then. Apparently he was one of those people that assumed anyone that looked remotely Asian had to be Chinese. The loud obnoxious voice boomed out, "I wanna get this game over with. I have women to see, ya know. Where's this dumbass friend of yours, Chong?"

It seemed Kyun remained a bit worried his bigger friend would do something stupid; he cast glances in that direction every time racism was displayed. When such fears were calmed down, he gave a half-hearted smile. "You're a virgin, aren't you? Noone who has actually gotten laid would be as desperate as you are."

The response began with an insulted grimace. "Of course I'm not a fucking virgin, you twat. I even have two girlfriends, so keep your mouth shut."

"By girlfriends," Julian decidedly clarified, "he means the two prostitutes he has to pay double to be seen with him." He looked up to find the venomous glare directed at him. Not unexpected, but he lowered his own gaze immediately anyway. It was stupid to get that guy angry when after the game he'd be alone with the creeps again. No need to dig his own grave. "Sorry..."

When finally a tall guy on a motorbike pulled up, Kyun let out a relieved sigh. "What took you so long? You even kept the speed limits?" He laughed heartily as the guy took off his backpack and stepped towards him.

"Of course I did. Wouldn't want to mess up my hair!" The crown of the mentioned black hair was carefully slicked into spikes, and the newly arrived avoided that area when he ran a hand up along the side of his head. He handed the backpack over to Kyun with a shrug.

With a quick, confused glance, the smaller Korean accepted it and looked inside, soon pulling out a pair of more suitable shoes than the ones he was wearing. "Oh, good thinking. Thanks, Luo!"

Luo grinned lightly. "So, who's our teammate?"

"The guy with the purple hair."

Something about the look Julian received after that was less than promising. Couldn't blame the guy, though. He knew he didn't look like much of anything, much less a person capable in any given sport. Julian considered getting up and introducing himself, but had no clue what to say. Would probably be best to stay quiet.

Unfortunately, he was the only one with that idea. Rick walked over to the new guy and eyed him. "So you're the dickhead dumb enough to get involved? Hope you don't have anything riding on this game, because we're going to squash you guys."

With a disbelieving grimace, Luo's glare met Rick's, hands clenching to fists. "If you call me stuff like that again, I'll kick your ass. Think you could handle me, huh? Maybe we should bet about a pit fight rather than a basket game..."

Hopefully they wouldn't start exchanging blows. Julian got up and broke into a jog, heading across the street. Just in front of the court was an ice cream stand, and he rushed up to it. Oh how he loved ice cream and would die for a cone, but that would have to wait until after the game. There was enough motivation to win right there. He smiled at the person in the stand, and placed a couple dollar bills on the ledge. "Need to borrow a basketball, please."

Stew and Josh joined him and as he was handed the ball, they tried to snatch it away. Dolts. He rolled his eyes and got away from them to dribble it a bit around the court while he waited for the rest to come.

Rick had muttered something to the guy he was at odds with and then started an arrogant strut across the street. When he made it, he glared at Julian and shoved him by the shoulder. "You got us into this, you owe me."

Making their way over as well, Julian was soon flanked by the two Koreans. Kyun put a hand over his shoulder, giving him a concerned look. "You need to really want to win this game. Don't let him get to you. Alright?"

"Yeah... Alright." He cleared his throat and forced a smile before going to fetch the ball that had started rolling away. Could have been worse, Rick could have tried to hit him. He knew for a fact that Rick could snap him in half easily, and probably had that much to look forward to later, but basketball was his sport, and he had no intention of letting Kyun down. "How many hoops will be a win for this bet?"

Stretching out a bit, the smaller of the Koreans shrugged. "I dunno... Virgin, what do you say? 20? 30?"

"I told you I'm not a fucking virgin. Do I have to bend you over a goddamn bench to make you understand that?" He made his way toward his two pals. "I say 20, though 15 would be better. Unlike you, Chong, I'm going to actually get laid tonight."

Julian got out into the court and glanced curiously at Kyun. "Let's get started, shall we?"

Following the little guy, the Korean with the bandanna smiled sheepishly over his shoulder. "20 it is, then. And about understanding you're not a virgin... figure out your sexual orientation, then get back to me."

"What's the difference? I'm on top whether it's women or men." Rick found a spot in the middle of the court, preparing to get the game on. His dumb and dumber friends positioned themselves behind and on either side of him. "Not that there's much difference between you and girls in the first place. You do have a dick, don't you?"

It would be a miracle if the game ended without any broken noses. Julian sighed and closed his eyes momentarily. At that rate he'd never get home in time to sleep. Wouldn't be fair to his customers if he went to work half asleep, but there was little choice. This was not turning out to be a good night at all. "Stop being an ass, Rick."

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Who would have thought? The little bitch could play. Rick had been doing okay at the beginning. Throwing his weight around was easy enough to freak out the shrimp, even if he noticed that tall, hot oriental dick bothering his other teammates. But things started to go sour and Team Chinatown started winning. Not a good sign at all. With a few arguments over fouls, and a lot of intimidation from both sides, the points started adding up until Rick realised the game was over. He had lost.

That pipsqueak Julian was going to pay for setting him up like that. That was a betrayal he wouldn't forgive so easily. Not only was he humiliated, but he was humiliated in front of those dumbass foreigners. Yeah, he'd definitely crush that purple little skull. With a sneer, Rick turned and started walking away, hearing the ball bounce a couple times before being caught by someone. Maybe they'd forget about the money and let him go. "Fine, you fuckers win. I'm going home."

He heard the chinks exchange a few words - in Chinese, probably, since he couldn't make any of it out - and soon the tall guy jogged over to stand in his way, and the silent, fat mofo was approaching from the other side, cornering him. Just great. The tall guy quirked a vague smirk before talking. "Pay up."

Damn it! He looked back to find Stew and Josh just standing there, staring at the smaller foreign freak. Great help they were. Shooting a menacing glare in Julian's direction, he eventually turned back to his two new barriers. "Pay what? I don't remember anything about money."

"Clever." The tall guy spoke through his teeth, before grabbing him by the collar, sending him back first into the chain link fence. "Think you're the first smartass to give me that? If you want to be the first not to bleed for it, smarten up real fast."

Rick caught sight of the other Oriental slipping two fingers through a small metal thing - being punched with that didn't seem very tempting, even if it seemed to be the tall guy who was most likely to hit him.

"Settle down, I'll pay..." He cringed, trying to come up with a way out. "Julian, come pay these men and maybe I won't kick your ass tomorrow!"

"You're on your own." Julian walked past them, starting toward the ice cream stand. That little bitch was really going to pay. First betraying him and then abandoning him? He'd be stupid to ever show his face again. But the bitch kept talking. "It would serve you right if they beat some sense into you. You haven't exactly deserved anything less tonight."

Then the guy he had bet with also made his way over; apparently both Josh and Stewe were leaving through the next exit. "You should listen to the little guy. He's smarter than you. Now, I happen to know that you've got a car with you, so if you don't have any money..." The smaller oriental flashed him a mischevious grin as he stopped behind his buddies.

Looked like he had no other choice. He glared after his friends before reaching down into his back pocket. "I've got the money, but I don't exactly carry a thousand around with me in cash. Now if you want that money you're going to have to let me go to an ATM."

Releasing him with a smirk, the tall guy stepped aside. "Of course. We'll come with you, and don't try anything stupid like running away." The bastard even had the nerve to put an arm behind his back as they started to move towards the exit. That touch had him longing for more, and Rick hated his body for it. He wasn't supposed to be turned on by some bully chink!

Running might have been an option if it weren't three against one. He sighed – bordering on a growl – and made his way toward the convenience store next to the bowling alley. Those places always had ATMs. He walked across the street, glancing over his shoulder at the bitch buying an ice cream before going into the building and to the machine.

When he finally got the money out – the bank was going to be calling him about the amount, no doubt – he handed the crisp bills over to the tall chink bastard. "Now may I go home, asshole?"

The guy glanced quickly over at the youngster with the bandanna, who nodded and smirked as he received the money. He gave one hundred back to his taller companion and said something in that weird language again, before turning and jogging over across the street.

The spiky-haired guy smiled as he stuffed the money into his pocket. "Home? Depends... want to bend over for me first?"

"Give me a fucking break!" Rick grimaced and moved away. So the big Asian was actually queer? Just great. Now he'd have wet dreams as well. He flashed a resentful sneer and waved his hand dismissively. No other way out than lying. "I'm not gay, so I'll have to pass on that one."

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This is a collab, written together with Chlover. You can find her author profile here: http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=26260