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Jisung wonders what he’s looking for as he eyes the trashed living room of his frat house. His friends are smoking weed beside him, there’s a few intoxicated girls on the improv dance floor, dancing to Chan’s EDM playlist, two of his fellow frat brothers are passed out by the stairs and a couple is all over each other on the worn dark green couch next to him, the girl straddling the guy. Jisung can clearly hear their moans and pants that sound a lot like they belong in one of the frat’s many rooms. He grimaces, looking over to the dance floor again.
He knows, deep down, that he’s looking for him.
But he also knows that he won’t show.
He never does anymore.
His eyes feel heavy, and his mind is spinning as he takes a drag of his joint. This is when he feels the best. He can’t handle his sober thoughts lately. He faintly hears his friends mumble amongst themselves about random shit that he doesn’t bother paying attention to. He takes his phone out of his pocket, noticing it’s past 5am, which makes sense, most people that attended the party already left, and wonders briefly if he should go up to his room and call it a night, but something inside him keeps him glued to the couch.
The one in a million possibility that he shows up.
Logically, he knows he won’t. But it doesn’t matter. He’s well used to spending the night passed out on this exact old couch, by now. No one asks him about it the next morning. He’s not the only one that ends up passed out on the living room, anyway.
“I think he’s dating a girl from another school.” He picks up Changbin saying where he’s sitting on the floor in front of him, which catches his attention.
“Well, good for him, I guess.” Chan shrugs next to Jisung, taking a drag of his joint.
“Who are you talking about?” Jisung asks, blinking away his tiredness.
“Jaehyun sunbae.” Jeongin murmurs, yawning with closed eyes as he rests his head on Chan’s shoulder. Jisung knows Jaehyun well. He’s part of their frat, after all.
“Ah.” Jisung gulps, looking at the floor. “What about his boyfriend?”
Changbin looks up at Jisung with furrowed eyebrows. “Jungwoo? They broke up like months ago, dude.”
“Jungwoo-ah… Dance with me.” He said seductively but slurring his word as he caressed Jungwoo’s arm with sparkling eyes, almost spilling beer on him. Even though the guy was literally next to his boyfriend. Even though he had just shotgun kissed Jisung a few seconds before while sharing a joint.
“Hyung! Shots!” Jisung exclaimed, tapping on his shoulder, trying to gain his attention back.
“Not now, Jisungie.” Jisung felt a sting on his chest.
Jungwoo chuckled, shaking his head as he glanced at Jisung, then at his boyfriend, who was distracted talking to some other guys. “Maybe later.” He winked.
“I’ll take you up on that.”
Jisung shakes away his thoughts and takes a long drag of his joint, throwing his head back as he lets the smoke out slowly, admiring as it swirls up to the celling. His heart clenches as his mind stars to fill up with images of soft chocolate brown eyes that never looked at him the same way they used to look at another damn guy, images of a gummy smile that got Jisung cherishing every single moment he got to be the reason behind it…
Five years since he’s known that stunning smile and yet, Jisung could barely remember the times he was on the receiving end of it.
Yeah, that was a rare sight.
For Jisung, it was always a soft closed mouth smile or a knowing lazy smirk. Like he was able to look right through Jisung’s frat boy façade and know all of his dirty little secrets. Which was most likely true.
Jisung sighs, taking off his black cap and passing a hand through his dark brown hair, moving his fringe away from his eyes. He looks over to the dance floor, once again, only to find a brunette girl, with short hair and bangs, sat on the floor, giggling behind her hand. She probably fell on her butt while dancing since her friends are all laughing loudly next to her but not making an effort to help her up.
Jisung thinks she’s cute. Her tiny black dress is riddled up so high Jisung catches a glimpse of her black lacy panties as she struggles to get up on her heels. His eyes fall on her exposed cleavage.
Maybe he won’t be passing out on the couch tonight after all.
He hands his joint to Chan, puts his cap on Changbin’s head and gets up without saying a word, approaching the girl.
“Hi there. Need some help?” He extends his hand to her, and she looks up at him in awe as she takes it. He purposefully pulls her up with more strength than needed so that she stumbles to his chest, her hands finding support on his pecs, under his loose white tank top.
“Hm, thank you.” She mumbles shyly looking down with a smile.
“No problem.” Jisung smirks staring deep into her sweet brown eyes that remind him too much of someone else.
He almost feels bad about his intentions. Almost.
“You have beautiful eyes, you know?”
“Oh, thank you.” She blushes. “You are hm, very cute. I….” She giggles, touching his face. “I like your cheeks.”
“You’re still the same doe eyed dork you were back in high school.” He said smiling behind his strawberry smoothie’s straw. Jisung still couldn’t quite believe this was happening. That he didn’t rush out in the morning like he always did.
“Well, if you ever need to store nuts for the winter, you know who to call.” Jisung replied, before filling his cheeks with pancakes, which makes him snort laugh.
“Cute.” He mumbled under his breath.
Jisung clenches his teeth. “I promise you I can be more than cute.” He grabs her hand and starts pulling her in the direction of the stairs. “Want to find out?”
“Sure.” She nods biting her lower lip and follows him as they both stumble upstairs. “I’m always up for some fun.” She giggles.
“Hm, hyung… shouldn’t we talk about last night or…hmm, last week?” Jisung asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes as he started at him quickly getting dressed in the morning. Jisung felt like he was living in a dream that came truth and couldn’t help but smile fondly.
“What’s there to talk about?” He asked, fixing hair in front of Jisung’s small closet mirror. “We’re just having a little fun together. That’s all, Jisungie.”
Jisungie he called him all the time. The nickname pulled at Jisung’s heart strings.
Jisung’s hazy mind plays through the number of times he pulled him up these exact stairs in the past year, feeling completely intoxicated with his strong cologne that still haunts his dreams.
Until that was abruptly taken away from him.
He pushes the girl against the wall near his bedroom and leans in to kiss her. It’s a messy kiss, both of them clearly not in their right minds, but Jisung can’t give less of a fuck. He ignores the taste of her lipstick as he grabs onto her thighs, and she jumps up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He feels her hands passing through his hair as he deepens the kiss, shoving his tongue deep in her mouth. She moans next to his ear as he starts grinding on her and sucking down her neck.
He chuckled softly next to Jisung’s ear pulling him away from his neck with a strong grip on his hair. “I’m not waking up with hickeys tomorrow.”
Jisung nodded hastily before going back to licking down his neck, still not believing he was making out with him after all that time.
Jisung tries to ignore his thoughts as he skins his teeth into the girl’s neck. She lets out a surprised gasp.
Jisung remembers thinking that he would take all he could get. All that he was willing to give him. Even if all he gave him was alcohol ridden filthy sex on Jisung’s extremely small and poorly furnished frat bedroom, each time there was a party going on downstairs. Even if there was nothing more between them than that. Even if that only left Jisung hurting in silence.
“Let’s move this to the bedroom.” He mumbles into her ear, letting her land on her feet before grabbing her hand, searching through his jeans’ pockets for his bedroom key. He briefly remembers he doesn’t even know her name, but he honestly doesn’t care.
He throws her ot his bed and locks his door before climbing on top of her, his hands going up her slim legs as their lips meet once again, their tongues dancing with each other. He pulls her dress up and she hurries to take it off, revelling a set of black lingerie as he moves down to mouth at her chest, then her belly, then her tights while her fingers run through his hair.
He smirked, looking down at Jisung and pulling his hair, guiding him to his thick cock as Jisung hands gripped onto those god-sculpted thighs. Jisung wrapped his lips around him instantly, sucking down as much as he could and, next thing he knew, he was being mouth-fucked.
“Fuck, Jisungie. Who knew you took cock so well?”
“Fuck.” Jisung mumbles, getting away from the girl and rubbing his eyes, his mind spinning. He can’t handle the memories resurfacing like this, he can’t even think straight. This was supposed to be a distraction, goddamnit. It wasn’t supposed to make him feel even worse than before.
“Everything okay?” The girl asks, looking up at him with questioning blinking eyes.
Jisung sighs, already getting up to open the door. “I think you should go back to your friends.”
“Oh… okay.” She mumbles, disappointment all over her features. “Was it something I did?”
“I’m not into you to be honest.” He shrugs.
She blinks in shock but quickly rushes to put on her dress again. Jisung feels like a horrible person at how much he doesn’t care for her feelings. What he just said is not even true. She is very pretty and he’s very much into her. He just can’t deal with his own mind right now.
He wastes no time slamming his bedroom door as soon as she leaves with tears in her eyes. He passes out on his own bed, for a change.
*
A couple of weeks pass by, and another Friday night rolls around. Jisung is right back on the old green couch, smoking a joint next to his friends, the speakers scattered around the living room playing loud random pop music but that is just until someone else takes control of the sound. Every type of music has a chance to play, their frat is known for their weekend-long parties, after all, that stretch from Friday night all the way to Sunday morning.
He’s basically dozing off when he feels someone shake him up by the shoulder.
“Jisung!” He hears a deep voice say, before opening his eyes to a bright smile, cheeks adorned with freckles and long brown hair pushed back. “How long has it been, dude?”
“Felix.” Jisung feels a rush of hope going through him as he looks up at Felix with blinking eyes. “What brings you here?” Is he with you? He wants to say.
“Oh, remember Hyunjin and Seungmin? My roommates? Yeah, they missed partying and stuff but now they’re making out in the kitchen island, so I…”
“Our first party!” A bleach blonde Felix exclaimed, pulling Jisung along. Collage was being overwhelming causing Jisung’s anxiety to act up and he was so glad to have Felix beside him, someone who was his friend all through high school and now helped him get over the urge to lock himself up in his room.
They served themselves drinks on the crowded kitchen of the frat house Jisung was about to call “home” for the next few years. Jisung was focused on controlling his shaking hands at the feeling of being engulfed in a crowd when Felix’s eyes suddenly widened in surprise.
“Who do we have here?”
“Hyung! Oh my god! I haven’t seen you in like, two years, how has college been treating you?” Felix exclaimed, hugging the person that had just approached them and Jisung’s jaw basically dropped to the floor.
“It’s been alright, I changed majors this year, so I’m gonna stick around longer.”
Felix gestured to his friend. “Do you remember Han Jisung, my friend slash classmate?”
Jisung can’t stop dumbly staring. He looked so good, mature, with a new hairstyle, his fringe parted in the middle. Some of his soft boy in a large sweater vibe from high school was still there but there was something much more confident and secure about the way he presented himself. Jisung couldn’t believe his eyes, couldn’t believe he was seeing the face that haunted his thoughts for the past couple years. Couldn’t believe he was on the receiving end of his dazzling smile.
“Yeah, I remember.”
Jisung realizes he’s been starting at the dangling silver medallion on Felix’s necklace, without even hearing what the guy was saying. He clears his throat, hoping that Felix didn’t realize he was zoning out. Felix looks at him expectantly.
“Want a joint?” He offers, hoping to God that Felix didn’t’ ask him anything.
“Oh, okay, sure.” Felix smiles as he sits down next to him and Jisung taps Chan’s shoulder.
“One for my friend.”
“I should make you pay for that.” Chan rolls his eyes but takes a joint out his pocket and hands it to Felix, anyway.
“So, how have you been?” Felix asks, before lighting up his joint with the flame from the lighter that Jisung lit up in front of him.
“Oh, just fine.” Jisung mumbles, putting his bright red lighter back on his pocket. “And you?”
“I’ve been good.” Felix smiles, blowing out the smoke.
“Cool.”
An awkward silence sets between them as they smoke and Jisung gulps, feeling bad at how close he used to be to the guy but, unexpectedly, he has absolutely nothing to say to him. He really tries to think of something to break the silence, but nothing comes to mind.
Felix starts scrolling through his phone and Jisung catches himself peeking over his shoulder to see the screen. He’s skipping through Instagram stories. Jisung recognizes some of the people that Felix passes through, until a sequence of stories Jisung knows all too well shows up on the screen. Jisung feels a knot on his throat. He’s seen those at least five times today.
Three tabby cats, one grey and two gingers, sting on a cat three. A short video of a veiny hand petting one of those cats. The cloudy sky. A mirror selfie in a dorm room, with a half the phone covering the face and a slight smile. A cup of coffee. The sunset.
Jisung has it memorized by now and he knows the sunset is the last story in the sequence but, for Felix, it keeps going, a white star on a green background showing up on the right conner of the screen that displays a cute kissy selfie with boba eyes. Jisung gulps. Close friends. Jisung doesn’t have access to that.
Hell, he never even got his number.
His heart stops as Felix skips to the next picture that shows the side profile of a shirtless guy laying in a messy bed, looking through his phone with his arm behind his head. Jisung immediately recognizes him as Jaeyhun’s ex, with slightly longer hair but still the same plush lips. The next picture shows the guy glaring at the camera. The one after that is blurry but it appears to be the guy’s hand covering the camera. The final picture is a mid-laugh picture of the account owner, bright gummy smile that turn his eyes into small crescents, large grey hoodie slipping of one shoulder…
Jisung chokes on smoke and starts violently coughing, causing Felix to turn to him and quickly pat his back.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” Jisung says hoarsely. “I just gotta go to the bathroom.”
He hands his joint to Chan and stumbles his way up the stairs to go to the common bathroom he shares with some other guys. He splashes water on his face before drinking some out of the tap as he his throat stills feels prickly. He feels his eyes burning, and he’s not sure if it’s from the weed or because he’s about to fucking cry.
He should’ve known.
He stumbles to his room, deciding to call it a night and not finding the strength in him to go downstairs again. Jisung knows damn well he won’t show up. Knows damn well where he’s spending his night. Or better, with whom. Someone who’s his age, someone who’s gorgeous, someone who certainly doesn’t look like a dork.
Jisung has nothing on Jaehyun’s ex.
He grabs onto his pillow and starts sobbing uncontrollably. Jisung blames the sudden surge of sadness on being high. But the truth is that he’s been drowning his sorrow with weed and alcohol every chance he gets, lately. The worst part is not even how his feelings got completely crushed, feelings that date back so long ago Jisung might as well have ripped his heart out of his chest by now and it still would’ve hurt less.
No, the worst part is that underneath all the alcohol, drugs and the sex, Jisung felt a friendship bloom. Because he would laugh at Jisung’s bad jokes like they were the funniest shit ever. Because he would stay by Jisung’s side when he had too much to drink and ended up throwing up in the bathroom, petting his hair. Because that one glorious time they even went out together for a late breakfast at the pancake place nearby…
How could he just disappear?
“This is Jisung. He’s in my class.” A younger Felix with short brown hair, wearing a dangling cross on his newly pierced ear, smiled brightly, turning to Jisung, and pointing to the stranger in a big beige cardigan that almost slipped off his shoulder. “And this is Minho hyung, he’s a couple years older than us, but we have dance practice together!”
Jisung’s fifteen-year-old heart might as well have stopped. Up to that moment in time, he thought of himself as the best-looking guy around, he certainly didn’t lack confidence when it came to his physical appearance. However, he just found himself before the work of a god. The guy, Minho, Felix had called him, smiled at Jisung, bright semi closed eyes slightly hidden by his brown fringe, and extended his hand for Jisung to shake. For Jisung’s teenager brain it was like being touched by an angel.
Jisung thought about him all the time after that, but luckily he left for college soon after.
It was the start of an inner turmoil for Jisung. A turmoil that would take him years to come to terms with. But he eventually realized that he wanted to kiss boys as much as he wanted to kiss girls.
Especially if that meant he had a chance of kissing Lee Minho.
*
Jisung loses count of the parties that the frat throws as a month passes. Even after what he found out that night, prying on Felix’s phone, Jisung still finds himself passed out on the living room’s couch every morning after.
The last weekend long party of the semester has the house fuller than usual on a Friday night. Jisung didn’t notice the semester go by so fast, he doesn’t even remember going to classes that often and he knows for sure his grades are going to drop like shit. Somehow he doesn’t find it in himself to care.
He sits on the same couch as always, wearing a loose graphic t-shirt with worn ripped jeans. His nails messily painted black. His friends are nowhere to be found, probably mingling with other people, so Jisung is stuck with a pack of cigarettes, without Chan by his side to supply the weed. He smokes while glancing hazily at the dance floor, already having downed a bunch of different drinks earlier in the night.
As he’s about to take another drag of his cigarette, someone comes up in front of him, blocking his vision.
Jisung thinks he’s hallucinating. He freezes except for blinking repeatedly, letting the cigarette rest on his half-parted lips.
Minho.
Right there, in front of him, wearing a loose black graphic t-shirt, with a piercing gaze, like he never left. His hair is pitch black, which is new, but his fringe is still parted in the middle, like always. He passes a hand through it, letting the hair fall around his eyes as he smirks at Jisung.
“Hi, Jisungie.”
Jisung feels unable to speak.
Minho lifts his right leg and puts his black boot next to Jisung on the couch, resting his elbow on his knee. He leans down until his face is closer to Jisung’s and tilts his head, taking the cigarette from Jisung’s mouth with his left middle and index ringed fingers. He wastes no time taking a drag, lifting his head up to let the smoke out slowly. Jisung gulps looking at his exposed veiny neck.
“Cat got your tongue?” Minho raises an eyebrow, looking down at him as he takes another drag and lets out a smoke ring that goes around Jisung’s face.
“You’re here.”
Minho chuckles. “So it seems. And you’re here, too.”
Jisung notices his hazy eyes, the way he’s slightly slurring his words. He might not be stupidly drunk but he’s definitely not sober. Then again, neither is Jisung.
“Where have you been, hyung?” Jisung mumbles, still not believing what’s happening.
Minho shrugs as he continues to smoke Jisung’s cigarette. “Around.”
Jisung suddenly feels his heart beating faster in his chest. He clenches his jaw. He feels rage coming up his throat and tensing his every muscle. His eyes fill with tears that he tries his best not to spill.
“How’s your boyfriend?” Jisung spats. He didn’t think this is how he would react to finally seeing him again, but he feels nothing but hurt in this very moment. He feels bad as soon as the words leave his mouth, though. It was always perfectly clear there was nothing between them other than Jisung’s stupid feelings.
Minho blinks at him and for a few seconds Jisung swears he sees hurt in his eyes, but then his grin is back just like that. He snort-laughs. “What makes you think I’m seeing someone? I’m a rebound. It happens.” He says quickly. “What about you, how have you been?”
Fucking miserable. Jisung wants to say. He tries not to linger on the fact that Minho said that he is not that he was a rebound. “Just fine.”
“That’s good.” Minho says taking a final drag before he moves away from Jisung to put out the cigarette’s butt on the nearest astray, that sits on a small wooden table in between the couches. Jisung lets out a deep breath.
Minho comes to stand in front of Jisung again and lifts his hand to run his fingers through Jisung’s hair. Jisung finds himself closing his eyes and leaning into the touch. He looks up at Minho to find him already staring at him, their eyes meeting. Jisung swears he’s looking at him fondly, which makes his heart clench harder on his chest.
Minho smiles softly, still caressing Jisung’s head. “I missed you, Jisungie.”
Part of him wants to tell Minho to leave him alone, to tell him to just walk away. It was bad enough to drown in anguish this past few months. Still, as he looks deep into his soft brown eyes… he can’t resist it. He just needs to be with him. No matter what. Because he missed him too, so fucking much.
“Me too.” Jisung mumbles, not dropping his gaze.
“Hyung!” Someone suddenly shouts, touching Minho’s shoulder, breaking the tension that was forming between them as Minho’s hand drifts away from his hair.
“Felix.” Minho smiles softly, hugging his friend. Jisung looks between them as Felix hugs Minho back tightly. “How are you?”
“I’m doing great! What about you?”
“Same as always.” Minho shrugs before his hand lands comfortingly on Felix’s shoulder. “I haven’t seen you in while.”
“I know, right? I missed having you around.” Felix smiles before turning to Jisung, still sat on the couch. Jisung feels slightly awkward, not only because of the last time he saw Felix but also because he can see the surprise in Felix’s eyes at finding them both by themselves.
Jisung and Minho rarely hang out in parties without being surrounded by others, after all. That is until they both stumbled upstairs to Jisung’s room. Not that Felix knows that.
“Oh, hi Jisung! You disappeared the other night…”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry. I passed out.” Jisung mumbles, scratching his neck.
“How’s classes been going?” Minho asks Felix kindly and just like that Jisung is stuck looking at them as they catch up with each other, basically zoning out for most of the conversation. Felix talks excitedly and Minho listens to him carefully. Jisung looks down at his hands, knowing he’s never been worth having Minho’s full attention like that.
“… We were about to go to the sorority party, down the block, do you want to join us?” Felix asks with a wide smile, pointing at who Jisung assumes is his roommates, standing near the frat’s front door. Jisung gulps. He just got to see Minho again and now he’s going to leave.
He knows he doesn’t come first in Minho’s priorities.
“Actually, I already planned to hang out with Jisungie, sorry.” Minho smiles and Felix blinks at him, glancing at Jisung. “But text me, we could hang out this week.”
Jisung feels his jaw drop and urges to hide his shocked expression. Minho wants to hang out with him. He blatantly turned down his friend for him. It doesn’t feel real.
“Oh, okay, I will.” Felix says before smiling awkwardly at them. “Hm, have fun.”
Felix hugs Minho goodbye before leaving and Jisung blinks up at Minho in shock. Minho just smirks, sitting down next to him.
“You stayed.” Jisung lets out.
Minho chuckles, wrapping his arm around Jisung’s shoulder. “I told you I missed you.”
Jisung feels his stomach toss and turn. He dares to think that Minho came by just for him.
“This party is boring.” Minho says softly, fingers coming up to trace the length of his arm, only pausing briefly to feel his bicep. He grabs Jisung’s hand and intertwines their fingers. “Let’s go to your room.”
So Jisung gets up and obeys like a trained puppy, pulling Minho up the stairs as he takes his bedroom key out of his pocket. He lets all his thoughts be drowned by the realization that Minho is right there by his side and that he still wears the same spicy cologne that smells like heaven on earth.
Jisung lets Minho in his room as he locks the door and turns around to find himself caged against it by Minho’s arms, his hands finding support on the door, on either side of Jisung’s head. Minho’s face only mere centimetres away from his. Jisung lets out a shaky breath.
“You know what I really miss?” Minho murmurs, supporting himself on the door with his right hand as two soft fingers come up to trace Jisung’s lips. Jisung opens his mouth slightly and tentatively licks his fingers. Minho smirks as he shoves his fingers in his mouth and Jisung moans, closing his eyes as he eagerly sucks on them.
“Fuck.” Minho murmurs. Jisung lets go of Minho’s fingers that still linger on his lips and opens his eyes, only to be met with Minho’s hungry darkened gaze.
“Hyung… Kiss me.” He begs, fluttering his eyelashes and Minho chuckles before leaning in and finally closing the distance between them.
Jisung whimpers into the kiss at the feeling of Minho’s soft lips on his, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss, his hands finding support on Minho’s pecs as Minho takes a firm grip of his hair.
The kiss quickly turns rough and hungry, their tongues finding each other, and Minho pulls Jisung’s head up by the hair to suck on his neck harshly as he grinds his muscular thigh against Jisung’s growing erection. Jisung lets out a loud gasp and Minho hums into his neck. Jisung can almost feel his smirk against the accelerating heartbeat on his neck and he gulps as he feels Minho’s hot breath next to his ear.
“Get on your knees. And take off your shirt.” Minho whispers hoarsely and Jisung feels his legs go weak.
He basically crashes his bare knees that peek through his ripped jeans against the wooden floor, spreading them apart, and quickly takes off his t-shirt, throwing it away. He looks up as a whimper escapes his lips. Minho looks down at him with a smirk, tracing his lips with his thumb.
“As obedient as always.” Minho murmurs grinning as he starts to unzip his black loose fit jeans and he slightly pulls them down, revealing a slight bulge underneath his black boxers. Jisung feels heat traveling down his stomach.
He licks his lips as he grabs onto Minho’s thighs and mouths at his crotch through the black fabric, licking along Minho’s growing erection. Minho lets out a breath as he grabs onto Jisung’s hair with a firm grip, shoving his face closer to his bulge. Jisung messily licks until there’s a wet spot on the cloth and spit all over his mouth. Minho hums and Jisung looks up to find him biting his bottom lip.
“Stop teasing, Jisungie.” He grumbles and Jisung quickly pulls down his boxers to reveal his thick cock, already hard. Jisung wraps his left hand around it, moving it up and down a few times and Minho lets out a groan, pressing onto the back of Jisung’s head to make him get closer to his dick.
Jisung feels a surge of pride running through his veins noticing that Minho seems as desperate as him. He bites his lip to contain his smirk as he looks up at Minho. He looks so fucking gorgeous, with his hair falling in front of his eyes and his wet agape lips. He makes eye contact with Minho as he licks a vein up his cock, before he’s wrapping his lips around it, swirling his tongue around the tip.
Minho hisses, yanking his hair. “I said stop teasing.”
Jisung finally slides down as far as he can, his hand wrapping around what he can’t reach and starts moving up and down, determined to make Minho moan. He missed the familiar weight on his tongue, how breathless it made him to try and take all of Minho in his mouth.
Jisung moans with his mouth full and moves his right hand to touch his own crotch through his jeans. He grinds against his own palm, rolling his eyes as he feels a shock of pleasure rush through his entire body.
“Shit.” Minho murmurs as he feels the vibrations of Jisung’s moans. “I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth.” He warns and Jisung nods the best he can as his other hand grabs onto Minho’s thigh. Minho pushes him forward by the back of his head and starts moving his hips at a faster rhythm than Jisung was going. Jisung tries his best not to choke as he feels Minho’s cock hit the back of his throat repeatedly.
God, he missed feeling used like this.
He keeps grinding against his own hand desperately searching for relief as he keeps moaning around Minho’s dick. Minho groans as he keeps the harsh rhythm with a handful of Jisung’s hair and Jisung feels saliva drip down his chin and tears run down his cheeks. It feels like pure bliss. They didn’t even make it two steps away from the door. Because he wanted me that much, Jisung dares to think.
Minho lets out a loud moan at a particularly hard thrust and that just does it for Jisung, who embarrassingly cums in his pants with as loud of a whimper as he can manage. A large wet spot starts to form on his jeans.
“Did you just…? Fuck.” Minho stutters, not stopping for a second. “I’m coming down your throat.”
Jisung nods with a moan and a few thrusts later, Minho is pushing him forward so hard Jisung’s nose touches his pubic bone and then he’s swallowing the warm salty cum that shots down his throat as best as he can. He sucks until Minho is pulling away from him, a line of spit connecting his lips to Minho’s dick.
“Shit.” Minho mumbles, letting go of Jisung’s hair in favor of grabbing his chin, making Jisung look up at him. “That was hot.”
Jisung can’t help the sluggish wide smile that spreads across his cheeks. Minho slaps his face jokingly, before he’s pulling his pants up and moves to sit on the bed. He takes off his boots and Jisung heart starts beating fast at the thought that Minho is going to stay over like he used to before.
“Are you just going to stay there?” Minho asks raising an eyebrow with a smirk as he glances at Jisung, still on his knees by door, before taking off his t-shirt. “I still want to ride you... If you’re up for it.”
Jisung gulps glancing at Minho’s exposed pecs and well-defined abs, glistening with sweat, a long scar spread across his upper belly. Minho never told him what caused it and Jisung always felt like it wasn’t his place to ask. He gets up shakily, feeling the cold air hit his wet crotch, and approaches the bed, kicking off his sneakers on the way.
“Lay down.” Minho mumbles. Jisung does as he’s told, resting his head on his pillow and then Minho starts unzipping his pants. “This needs to go.” He says before he’s yanking Jisung’s jeans and his boxers in one go, throwing them across the room. Jisung whimpers as his already semi-hard cock is exposed.
Minho smirks, getting up to unzip his own pants and pull them down, all the while glancing at Jisung with eager eyes that has Jisung feel butterflies in his stomach. Jisung pants heavily as Minho quickly moves to straddle him and starts rubbing his clothed firm ass on Jisung’s growing erection.
Jisung rolls his eyes back and then Minho is bending down to kiss him and their teeth clash, the kiss just as messy and desperate as before. Jisung grabs onto Minho’s ass with both hands, the friction of it grinding on his cock sending shivers all over his body. Minho’s hand moves to grab onto Jisung’s pec and pinch his nipple repeatedly. Jisung swears he sees stars.
“Hyung.” Jisung gasps in his mouth, strongly squeezing Minho’s ass.
Minho’s thumb comes to trace Jisung’s wet bottom lip. “Can I sit on your face, Jisungie? Use your mouth again? I know you like it.”
“Please.” Jisung moans hoarsely, wanting nothing more but for Minho to do just that, to feel lost in his scent, to feel breathless, buried in between Minho’s strong thighs. But his throat feels prickly and dry. “Can I have some water first?”
Minho nods, grabbing the thankfully full water bottle Jisung keeps on his bedside table and unscrewing it. “Open up. Drink it all.”
Jisung opens his mouth and then Minho is putting the bottle against his bottom lip and pouring the water in his mouth. Jisung’s Adam’s apple moves up and down as he drinks up almost the whole bottle, some of it dripping down his chin.
“Good.” Minho murmurs as he pulls away and Jisung whines, pulling at the waistband of Minho’s boxers. Minho snickers. “You don’t have any manners.”
Jisung pouts. “Thank you, hyung.”
“And?”
“Sit on my face. Please.” Jisung flutters his eyelashes, biting his bottom lip.
Minho shakes his head but takes off his boxers. He moves up to straddle Jisung’s face, hovering about it. He finds support on the bed frame with his right hand and strokes his semi-hard cock with the other. Jisung strains his neck to look up at him, finding him already looking down at him intensively. Jisung thinks there’s nothing he wants more than to always have him this close.
“Go on then.”
Jisung whimpers looking down at Minho’s pink hole right on top of him. He grabs Minho’s ass checks, spreading them apart, and gathers saliva in his mouth so that he can lick a wet stripe along Minho’s taint. Minho lets out a low moan and Jisung closes his eyes, pushing him down further. He shoves his tongue inside his rim and starts pushing it in and out, making sure to lick around as well. He wants to be good for Minho, wants to hear his praises.
“Fuck. You’re so good at this.” Minho groans, still stroking himself, and Jisung feels him tremble. Jisung’s heart beats faster against his chest as he continues to eat Minho out like his life depends on it, feeling his saliva all over his mouth. He only pauses once or twice to take a shaky breath. He feels himself getting fully hard again just by the taste of Minho on his tongue and by the sound of his groans.
“Jisungie.” Minho says hoarsely after a while, lifting himself up and moving down to sit on Jisung’s stomach. “Prep me. I want your cock.”
Jisung heavily breathes as he moves to open his bedside table’s drawer and fishes out a half-spent bottle of lube and a condom. He leaves the condom next to his head on the bed and opens the bottle of lube, spreading a good amount on his left fingers.
Minho lays down on his chest his face mere centimeters away from Jisung’s, their noses touching. Jisung reaches back to finger at his hole that’s already a bit loose from his tongue so the first finger slides in easily.
“More. I won’t break.”
Jisung quickly pushes in a second finger and starts fingering him at a brutal pace, causing Minho to gasp. Jisung throws caution to the wind and grabs Minho by the neck, pulling him into a kiss. Minho moans into the kiss and Jisung feels himself smirk smugly.
“More.” Minho mutters into Jisung’s mouth and Jisung adds in a third finger, his other hand gripping Minho’s hair. He yanks Minho’s head up so that he can lick and suck along his neck, not resisting the urge to bite down. Minho moans but lifts his left hand to wrap it around Jisung’s throat and then he’s pushing Jisung harshly against the pillow and away from his neck.
“No hickeys.” Minho grunts, hand tightening slightly around Jisung’s throat and Jisung gulps, a shiver running down his body. He lets go of the strong grip he had on Minho’s hair in favor of running his fingers through it but keeps up the fast rhythm of his fingers in and out of his hole.
“There.” Minho moans loudly and starts fucking himself on Jisung’s fingers. Jisung bites his bottom lip proudly and he keeps fingering Minho’s prostate. “Fuck.” Minho mutters, grabbing the condom and shoving it in front of Jisung’s mouth. “Put it on.”
Jisung nods and quickly moves his fingers away from Minho, who whimpers. He grabs the condom, ripping it open and rolls it down his throbbing cock. Minho wastes no time in sitting on it, slowly sinking down until he bottoms out. The visual of his cock being buried inside Minho is too much.
“Hyung.” Jisung moans, throwing his head back, his eyes fluttering shut as his hands find support on Minho’s hips. He’s so tight and warm around Jisung’s cock, Jisung is afraid he won’t last long again. It feels like ecstasy. Jisung can’t help but plant his feet on the bed and grind his hips upwards, chasing the feeling.
“You’re always so eager.” Minho says letting out a low chuckle. He grabs onto Jisung’s pecs and starts to move up and down in a fast rhythm, Jisung matches it with his thrusts still panting with his eyes shut.
“Hey, look at me Jisungie.” Minho whispers and Jisung forces his eyes open to be met with the image of Minho bouncing on his cock. Minho’s own cock flaps rhythmically against his stomach and sweat glues his hair to his forehead, his mouth agape as he lets out low groans. Fucking gorgeous Jisung thinks as he moans loudly, craving his black nails on Minho’s hips.
He grabs onto Minho’s cock with one hand, matching his strokes with his thrusts and Minho throws his head back. Jisung notices a blooming red mark in the space between his neck and his collarbone and fuck he did that. He should feel guilty, he knows Minho doesn’t like it when he leaves visible hickeys, but he loves to see it, it makes him feel a rush of pleasure run down his body.
He’s so fucking close. But he needs to make Minho cum first, needs to see him fall apart. Luckily, he’s been with Minho enough times to know what gets to him.
“Hyung…” He whimpers in between moans and Minho hisses, grabbing Jisung’s hand on his hip to move it to his ass and Jisung grips on it, keeping up the pace on his cock with his other hand. “Hyung, please… cum all over me.” He begs with a whine.
“Fuck.” Minho groans and a couple of thrusts later he’s painting Jisung’s hand and stomach white, his eyes shut and his mouth hanging open. He breathes heavily, his hole clenches around Jisung and the feeling is just too much for Jisung who cums with a loud whimper.
Minho sighs, as he moves away to lay by Jisung’s side, fishing a couple of tissues from Jisung’s bedside table and handing them to him without saying a word.
“Huh, thank you.” Jisung whispers as he quickly cleans his hand and stomach, before taking off the condom, tying it and getting up to put everything in the trashcan by his desk.
He turns around to find Minho getting under his bedsheets, pulling the covers to his chin with blinking tired eyes. Jisung’s heart clenches at how soft and vulnerable he looks. He thinks about how someone else gets to see this side of Minho, gets to take him on dates, gets to talk nonsense and laugh with him… but not Jisung.
He blinks away his tears and tries his best to quiet his mind as he gets under the covers next to Minho. He resists the urge to pull him close to his chest and cuddle him, feel his touch simply just to feel it without the need to get off. In that moment he wants to confess how much he Minho means to him, how happy he is to be here next to him, but he swallows it all down.
“Hm, hyung…It’s nice to see you.” Is all he lets out, feeling spent.
Minho blinks at him. “Yeah, it’s nice to see you too.” He mumbles, giving him a small smile and then he’s turning away from him.
Jisung can’t resist but lightly let one arm rest around his waist.
Minho doesn’t pull away.
*
Jisung wakes up with drowsy eyes as his alarm rings around 10am and he blindly reaches for his phone on the bedside table it to turn it off. He feels the empty space next to him in bed and furrows his eyebrows, slightly opening his eyes to find that he is alone in bed. He looks around the quiet room and almost lets himself believe that he hallucinated all of it.
But there’s still a slight crease on the pillow next to his and Jisung can still smell Minho’s cologne on the pillowcase.
His heart clenches as a tear threatens to run down his cheek. He’s nothing to Minho but a one-night stand to have fun with whenever he pleases. He always knew that. Still, part of him hoped that last night was different. That Minho had come back to him. For him. But it ended like every other night before. With Minho leaving in a rush, sooner or later. With Jisung stuck waiting for him to come back.
As if Minho would ever love you the way you love him, his own brain mocks.
So Jisung allows himself to cry. He grabs his phone to set an alarm for a few hours later and pulls the pillow that smells like him close to his chest. He scrolls through Instagram stories for a bit until he sees a story Jaeyhun’s ex posted of a banana and a strawberry smoothie at the pancakes place. Strawberry smoothie. His favourite.
“I’m a rebound. It happens.”
Jisung sighs, he suddenly feels like he understands the feeling as he puts his phone away. He holds the pillow close and tries to go back to sleep and get some rest for later that night.
There’s another party to attend, after all.