Not supposed to: Top Dogs

Yes, I did it again. Another one shot for 'Not supposed to' world ^___^ this time a little crazy look into Uri, Shawn AND Rane's adventures.

Why? Hahaha, I blame Laaerie and Trix, my two great friends who took part in our little improptu RP session, which they allowed me to change into this crack fic.

And as it has been six months since I released the first chapter of 'Not supposed to' ... well, I thought a litle treat is in order ^__^

Oh, it has to be read AFTER chapter 24, otherwise it doesn't make much sense ...

So ... enjoy our little story!


TOP DOGS


“Oh, Uri, yours is dripping …” Shawn pointed to the popsicle Uri was slowly sucking at, and to get rid of the sticky sweetness from his brother’s fingers, he leant forward, licking it with lazy strokes of his tongue. “There, all good now.”

Uri gaped, more than a little shocked at Shawn’s unexpected course of action. And so did Rane, who was visiting Uri that afternoon. The two older rivaling teens were also eating their own popsicles, throwing each other hostile looks, but for the time being they watched mesmerized as the youngest one provocatively devoured his orange flavored popsicle, producing very suggestive, slurping sounds.

Finally, Uri got over his shock, closing his mouth with an audible click, and glanced at his brother who was giving Rane a triumphant look.

“Shawn, something is tenting, you sure you don’t have food fetish?” he remarked with a smirk, returning to consuming his orange treat. In the air you could hear the wet sound of sucking and Rane’s jaw hitting the floor.

“Uri, you’re the one with strawberry and tartar ideas … not me … unless … you get me a sponge …” Shawn smirked back at his brother, intently watching the popsicle as it disappeared within Uri’s mouth and came out again and ignoring his rival who was quite busy picking up his jaw from the floor.

“Sure, I can get you the one looking like a glove, you can put your hand inside there, too …” Uri snorted seeing a sudden dreamy look in Shawn’s eyes.

“What are you two doing … here?” Rane finally got out his own shocked state, regaining control over his jaw and voice, even though not over his wits.

“Apparently, Shawn is trying to teach me how to lick a popsicle,” he informed Rane with his most winning smile, then turned to his brother, “Oh, Shawn, by the way … I need to tell you something, Rane is my boyfriend …”

“Boyfriend, huh?” if Shawn’s eyes could kill, Rane would be lying six feet under the ground. Or his body would be incinerated, his ashes thrown in the wind. Either way, he would be veeeery dead. Fortunately, for Rane, Shawn possessed none of those abilities.

It was the red head’s turn to throw Shawn a triumphant look; he cocked his eyebrows and lifted his hand, his fingers spread in a ‘victory’ sign, then he hugged Uri, bringing the teen close to his chest. Shawn gritted his teeth at the display of affection between the two.

“So … Rane, my evil brother wants to be taught how to LICK a popsicle. You’re up to it?” Uri suggested, enjoying the alarmed look in his brother’s green eyes.

“I’m sure his is SMALL anyway …” Shawn mumbled, licking his vanilla popsicle which started dripping as well.

“Look,” Uri teased his brother, making Rane lift his lemon popsicle in the air, “first you need to stick out your tongue, like that …” he demonstrated with the focused face. “Then … make it long and pointy, like THAT …” another demonstration, “… aaaand lick it ...”

Two pairs of green eyes once again followed the slow movement of his tongue. The two faces becoming red instantly.

“See?” Uri brought his tongue to the tip of Rane’s lemon popsicle, gave it a lap and threw his brother a winning smirk. “That’s how you lick a popsicle!”

“Shouldn’t we get you a strawberry one? So you get used to …” Shawn started but didn’t get to finish. He noticed that Uri’s forgotten orange popsicle had started dripping in the meantime so he stepped closer, leant and gave it a thorough suck.

Uri once again watched as his popsicle disappeared in his brother’s mouth; after a few seconds he suddenly pulled it out, noticing that its big part was left inside.

“Ugh!!! Who let you eat MY popsicle?!” he wailed, stressed out by the fact his sweet treat had diminished considerably in a matter of a couple of seconds.

“Well, at least it’s not RANE who eats it,” Shawn mumbled around the mouthful of melting popsicle. His mind was reeling from the fact he just received an indirect kiss from Uri, hm, sort of …

“Hey, you have your own popsicle,” Rane decided to step in, remembering suddenly about his ‘I’m Uri’s boyfriend’ act. “Leave Uri’s alone!” he looked at Uri, who was still gaping at his reduced treat. “You know … I have one of my own, you can lick mine …” he tried to console the teen. Then he noticed the vengeful look Uri was giving Shawn’s vanilla popsicle. “You don’t need the one Shawn has!”

“Oooohhh Rane, jealous? Or maybe … you wanna lick Uri’s, too?” he asked mockingly as he inched towards Uri and offered his popsicle to his brother.

Uri was confused; his mean brother just ate a half of his orange popsicle but … he offered his own, the vanilla one. Maybe he could …?

“I just might … I’m his boyfriend, so you … back off!” Rane stomped his foot, trying to intimidate his opponent but Shawn took advantage of the situation, getting a hold of Uri’s neck and snatching him away from Rane. Then, standing behind Uri’s back, he gave the red head a wide smirk.

But the battle wasn’t over yet!

While Uri was being snatched away, both Rane and Shawn, blinded as they were with their little skirmish, dropped their popsicles on the floor and Uri’s popsicle was the one that was left. And now Shawn was giving it a fond look. Too fond, for Uri’s liking; Shawn already managed to eat half of his treat! And he definitely didn’t want to lose the other half!

“Let me goooo!! Raaaneee!! Get him away from my popsicle!” he struggled in his brother’s tight hold, keeping his popsicle as far away from Shawn as possible.

Rane didn’t think much; he moved swiftly and detached Shawn’s hand from Uri, pulling the teen away with a hissed: “See? He wants to come me with me! Go and get yourself some other popsicle to lick! This one is mine!”

“Whaaa???” at that moment Uri realized Rane might have saved him from his evil brother’s clutches only to lick his popsicle himself.

“Errr … so … you want HIS also, huh?” Shawn once again turned green with jealousy.

“You both want MY popsicle??” Uri’s mouth was agape. He looked at Rane who was watching him intently; then he gave his brother a look.

“I should get it and only me. He can get his own,” Rane smiled at Uri innocently, eyeing the frozen treat.

“What Uri, Rane did say he’s your BOY-FRIEND,” Shawn chanted the word, “so, he... wants a lick?”

“I might ... What’s it to you?” Rane pulled Uri closer to himself, “I’m entitled, aren’t I? I am the boyfriend as you so eloquently put it …”

“You want my popsicle?” Uri couldn’t get over the fact that both Rane and Shawn wanted to lick HIS …

“Nah … maybe a cherry?” Shawn suggested with a whisper, giving Uri a wink.

“No cherries! Those are mine as well!” Rane protested violently.

It dawned on Uri that the weird popsicle conversation might actually be not about popsicles at all! And this thought made him smirk evilly.

“Why are you smirking like that?” Rane asked him suspiciously. Shawn also noticed the sudden change in his brother’s demeanor.

“Ahhh, nothing ...” Uri gave both rivals an innocent look, his mind already in the bathroom. He freed himself from Rane’s hold and ran upstairs, leaving Shawn and Rane in the living room. The both teens gave each other puzzled looks and dashed upstairs as well.

They found Uri in the bathroom; he was just closing the cabinet, his hand grasping something. He turned around, giving the gasping boys a once over, as if assessing something.

“Why do I have a distinct impression you’re enjoying our fight over you? I shouldn’t have to fight your BROTHER to have some of your … popsicle,” Rane grumbled; the look in Uri’s eyes made him want to back out a little. “And what is it that you’re holding there?”

“Huuuuuuh,” Shawn, on the other hand, was smiling broadly. “At least I KNOW it!”

“It’s ... something I could ... try out ...” Uri answered Rane’s question evasively.

“Oh, really? You REALLY want to try it out?” Shawn couldn’t help the hopeful note in his voice.

“What? What do you want to try out?” Rane was still in the dark. “And why do I get the impression that Shawn KNOWS?”

“Now, whom should I choose as the first one?” Uri was muttering under his breath, too low for either of them to hear, looking back and forth from Shawn to Rane.

“Uri?” Shawn asked, not liking Uri’s constantly shifting gaze.

“What is it that you’re holding there? Come on, show us!” Rane demanded.

“Something black and square but it doesn't glow in the dark …” Uri said, his eyes glazing over at the thought of what he could actually do with the glowing … “So whom should I choose to try it out?” he asked louder, making sure both his brother and his boyfriend heard him.

“Hm … Me?” Rane instantly offered, wanting to be before Shawn, no matter what.

“What are you plotting, Uri?” Shawn was a little more careful; he was almost one hundred percent sure he KNEW what his younger brother was up to but … the evil gleam in the younger teen’s eyes made him cautious.

“My AWAKENING, Shawn …” Uri shook his head at his brother’s denseness. “And since Rane IS my boyfriend … Rane, would you like to …?”

“WHAT?!!!!!” Shawn looked as if a truck hit him. “Never!!! You’re supposed to use that with m-”

“Aha!!! With YOU!!! I knew it!!!” Uri interrupted him; sooooo … he wasn’t wrong after all with his suspicions! Shawn WAS coming onto him ALL THIS TIME.

“What? What?” Rane asked with a puzzled expression on his face but at the same moment Shawn dragged Uri into the bedroom, closing the door after them. “Hey, where are you taking Uri?! Bring him back!!”

“No! You want him you get him from ME!” Shawn growled through the closed door as he kept his hold on the door handle, preventing Rane from entering.

“You know, maybe we could ...” Uri pointed at the door behind which Rane was still struggling to get inside, “… include him too? Do you have more of those?” he lifted the black packet with the strawberry flavored condom. “I could check orange and vanilla and … strawberry with Tartar!”

For a few seconds Shawn looked as if he was going to barf; he let the door go which allowed Rane to finally get inside. “No Tartar, don’t even dream about it,” he said seriously, “but, it's fine to INCLUDE HIM,” he pointed at Rane who looked confused again.

“What?” he asked with this dumb look on his face. “Uri, you’re plotting with him?”

“Buuutt ...” Uri’s high pitched whine could rival that of his nemesis, Mary. “I waaaaant one with Tartar!”

“NO!” Shawn was going green again.

“Please!!” Uri resorted to his puppy eyes stare.

“NO!!”

“Fine! Rane, you like Tartar sauce?” Uri’s attention shifted to the other teen that he had ignored for the last couple of seconds. “Say you like it, saaaaay it! Please!!!”

“God, nooo …” Shawn groaned, having imagined Tartar on the pink condom.

“As much as I hate to agree with him on anything...” Rane stuck his tongue at Shawn, “I have to, this time … it’s just not my thing, Uri.” Besides, he didn’t know what they were talking about. What Tartar? But … if Shawn didn’t go for it, it was safer to say ‘no’ this time.

“Shawn, pleeeaaaseee … I will even let you use my sponge! I want that Tartar! I’ll die if I don’t taste it!!” Uri felt desperate and was ready to do anything.

“Uri, isn’t there anything else you want?” Rane didn’t like the sight of Uri begging Shawn for anything. And why did he want this Tartar so desperately anyway?

“No! I want a strawberry condom with Tartar sauce, my word is final!” the youngest teen exclaimed, almost giving the red head a heart attack.

“God, Uri....are you trying to hurt me?” Rane clutched at his stomach, having a hard time keeping his dinner. His face was wearing a pained expression of someone on the verge of puking his guts.

Then Uri added, purring, “Rane ... do you want me to test this condom on you?” as he produced the small black packet once more to tempt Rane with.

“On me?” the red head perked up at the proposition immediately.

“Yesss …” Uri hissed suggestively. “But with Tartar ...”

“Will it be just the two of us?” Rane gave a deadly glare to Shawn who was trying not to gag at the whole conversation.

“Well, my brother doesn’t seem to be interested anymore in me ...” Uri sniffed pitifully, giving Shawn a sly smirk at the same time, “... so ... yes!”

At this moment both Rane and Shawn shouted in unison.

“I AM interested!!! Yes, I am!!!” Shawn realized he was losing his opportunity of finally getting some from his little brother.

“Perfect!! He’s out and that leaves just us. You can have any kind of condom you want,” Rane grinned a little stupidly.

“With Tartar?” Uri drilled and Rane gave his a confirmative nod.

“For God sakes, URI!! No TARTAR!!!” Shawn felt another bile rise in his throat. “Unless you want that stuff up your …”

“Rane agreed to Tartar …” Uri was looking at his nails with a cool face, “And it’s not as if you’re going to lick it.”

“Ugh …” Shawn gave up; he had never been the one to resist Uri too long. “OK … damnit!”

“Yay!” Uri jumped in the air, at the same time when Rane retorted, “You’re out. Missed your chance, playboy … Now … Out!! Me and Uri have things to do.”

“Oh, reeeeeeaaaally?” Shawn grinned evilly at Rane, already planning what to do to him.

Uri’s mind wandered its own roads. He turned back to the red head and asked, his eyes shining with interest, “Rane, you said any condom ... What flavors did you EXACTLY have in mind?”

Shawn, being ignored for the next time this afternoon, whined, getting a hold of Uri’s arm and making puppy eyes. “UUuuuurrriiiiiiii … you don’t REALLY want me to LEAVE, do you? And I have this reeeeeeeaaaalllyyy coooolll ring thing …”

“Shawn, I told you already, it’s going to be the THREE of us! Sheesh, chill out!” Uri sighed exasperatedly, earning himself an odd look from Rane.

“What ring? Uri isn’t going to fall for that,” Rane snarled at Shawn. “Right, Uri …?” he wanted to confirm, but hearing Uri say ‘THREE’ made him back off a little. “Uri...? But you said … I don’t want him here!”

“But you want me to try out that strawberry condom on you, don’t you?” Uri asked slyly.

“Well …” Rane was hesitating.

“Don’t worry Rane … we’ll enjoy you … your company, I mean,” Shawn quickly amended as Uri gave him a discreet kick

“Rrrrrane?” Uri purred, hoping his brother didn’t spoil their chances.

“I don’t know if Shawn is worth all that. He’s too annoying …” Rane pondered aloud, too lost in weighing pros and cons of what Uri was suggesting to hear Shawn’s slip-up.

“Oh, believe me, he’s a kitten if you know what to do to him …” Uri shot his brother a knowing smile.

“Well, I know I will be a LARGELY valued part of this,” Shawn gave Rane and Uri a superior smirk that made the youngest boy snort.

“Oh, SHAWN ...” he tsked, “thinking highly of yourself, aren’t you?” he shook his head.

Rane also wasn’t the one to take the blatant offence so easily. “Yeah ... at most I’d say ... 2 inches ... at your best time.”

“Well ... I’m UP for the challenge, how about you? Huh, little Uri?”

“You’d be surprised, BIG brother ... you’d be surprised,” Uri gave his brother a meaningful smile.

“I’m COMING along as well, for whatever you have in mind!” Rane didn’t want to be left behind now, besides he was always the one for competition.

“Well, not much in mind as in ...” Shawn pointed southwards, leaving no doubts about what he had ‘in mind’.

“I think those pants of yours hide a BIG ... ego, Shawn!” Rane snarled again at the slightly taller teen.

“You’ve said it, not meeee …” Shawn chanted with an impish grin.

“Hihihi, if you saw him, Rane ... I saw him, under the shower!” Uri said suddenly, making Shawn blush slightly.

“I think water makes things look bigger than they really are …” Rane muttered, not liking the fact that his seemingly innocent boyfriend was suddenly turning out quite … perverted.

“It’s not a magnifier, you idiot, at much makes it look ... moist …” Shawn told Rane, hoping Uri wouldn’t give him another discreet but painful kick.

“No, you moron ... but don’t you know water enlarges things ... that are actually small?” Rane bit back.

They were getting off the track again and Uri felt it was his duty to restore order,

“Guys! Guys!! Stop quarreling over ... insignificant things!”

“Yes … his is … insignificant …” Rane pointed to Shawn who was sputtering.

“In ... insignificant?!! I can tell you very well it is SIGNIFICANT enough!!! OK, Uri, bring the damn condoms! They’re in the lower part of cabinet! Rane gets raw just because! He. Wants. Tartar!!!”

“Yeah ... bring it ... Tartar too, maybe Shawn will finally leave …” Rane muttered.

“Ok,” the youngest boy eagerly ran into the bathroom.

Checking the lower part of the cabinet as Shawn had told him to, he saw IT. A big box with the ‘Multi-variety’ inscription. He gaped a little but recovered his wits quickly and started to explore. He opened the box …

“Gosh! Even the glow in the dark one!” he couldn’t stop the ecstatic exclaim. He heard Rane muttering ‘That glowing one is for the times when Shawn can’t use his glasses, blind bat’. He started rifling through the contents of the box, discovering new treasures.

Finally he decided; he had to taste them no matter what.

“My preciousss, now I have you, I have you ALL,” he muttered, busy with opening the first packet, the one that said ‘Vanilla’. He put it over his finger and into in his mouth, sucking on it a little, tasting the flavor. “Mmm … vanilla, Shawn was right, a nice flavor ...”

He quickly dealt with the second packet that said ‘Orange’; the taste was a bit weird, though and he wasn’t sure if he liked it. Then he decided he wanted to check out the glow in the dark …

“OK, URI! I'm not gonna wait for you the whole daaaaaaaaayyyyy!!” he heard Shawn shouting a bit impatiently from the bedroom but he chose to ignore his brother for the time being.

“Oooohh, cool! I won’t need a torch!” he said as he opened the third packet.

“Uri!!” Shawn burst into the bathroom, "idiot! What the hell?! You’re NOT SUPPOSED TO open them all!! Butthead!! Once you open it you HAVE to use it!! Do you know how damn expensive that thing is?!”

“Shawn …” Rane came to the bathroom as well and now was eyeing the big box. “Are you a pimp or something? What the hell do you do with so many?”

“It was on sale, OK? So I got the multi-variety packet!” Shawn wanted to kick Uri’s butt for opening three packets and wasting them but in the end just glared at the teen who was testingly sucking on his fingers covered with flavored condoms. “But it was still DAMN expensive!!”

“You got a box … for you and what army?” Rane asked mockingly.

“Errr … Casual sex …”

“What???? What CASUAL SEX???” Uri immediately forgot about the condoms, glaring at his flushed brother.

“Man ... sex isn’t like breathing ... required by the minute ... though at the rate you’re coming ...” Rane tried to put Shawn in bad light.

“See?? Even he says that …” Shawn was trying to delegate blame on someone else, seeing Uri’s vengeful look directed at him.

“And what was I saying? That you should control yourself?” Rane smirked at Shawn.

Uri ignored Rane, glaring at Shawn intensely. “He said ‘at the rate YOU’RE coming’! Does he know something I DON’T??” he asked with his voice suspiciously calm.

“Errr... nop-” Shawn almost choked, wanting to deny any connection with the red head. The choke, however, made him sound unconvincing.

“Rrrane??” Uri growled, turning to his boyfriend and stomping his foot. Rane turned green instantly at the mere thought of him and Shawn doing …

“WHAT?! Hell NO!!”

“OK ... let’s get on with it! Condoms don’t taste forever!” Shawn was getting impatient with the long wait. They were talking and talking and they could be …

“Ok ... the strawberry one goes first though …” Uri decided, reaching for the packet that held his favorite flavor condom.

“OK... who... is gonna use it?” Shawn asked with one brow arched inquisitively.

Rane gave him a challenging look.

Uri ripped one side of the little packet and smirked evilly.

“Me.”

The end

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