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Donghyuck has his hands on his hips as he checks himself out in the mirror hanging on his closet door. He’s smirking as he cards a hand through his hair, winking at himself as Jeno gags from where he’s positioned on his bed.
“You’re such a freak,” Jeno groans. He throws a pillow at Donghyuck, who promptly ducks and then strides across the room to lean against Jeno’s mattress, a pout hanging on his lips. “Don’t look at me like that, weirdo.”
“Come with me,” Donghyuck pleads. “Please? Jisung is bringing Chenle, and Renjun said Mark is going to–”
“Nope,” Jeno replies. He turns his back to Donghyuck, settling deeper under the duvet. “I don’t do parties.”
“You’re so annoying,” Donghyuck rises from Jeno’s bed, striding to the doorway and slipping on a pair of dirty converse. “Next time?”
“In the next life, maybe,” Jeno coos jokingly. “Now be safe, and text if you need me.”
“Ever the chivalrous hero,” Donghyuck mutters under his breath. He shallowly misses another pillow being tossed at his head as he pulls the door shut behind him.
—
2:36 AM
hyuck:
heyyyy so yknow how yaa said to txt if iineeded anythig?
jeno:
you’re a fucking idiot
jeno:
what is it?
hyuck:
renjunnnieee is slepping wirth mark ,, wanna come home butr im said:(
hyuck:
comeget me chivalruyious hero jenny?
jeno:
send me your location
hyuck:
i loveereee khalid
jeno:
i hate you so much
—
Luckily for Jeno, the house Donghyuck is partying at is only a fifteen minute walk from their dorm.
He throws a hoodie over his head, slipping his feet into his outside slippers as he marches out into the brisk spring air. It’s warmer than usual, but the hair on his legs still stands up when the wind blows, and he all but hates himself for deciding to wear basketball shorts and open-toed slides.
The campus is lively as always, students bustling in and out of dorms, dressed to the nines in party clothes as they walk alongside Jeno to frat row.
He hates this culture; the way everyone feels the need to get drunk just to have fun, to only touch each other when they’re not sober, no meaningful connections ever being formed.
He hates especially how much drama comes from parties, everyone always does things they regret, and the pot gets stirred every weekend, leaving friends like Jeno to clean up the mess others leave in their wake.
Jeno sighs as he catches sight of Donghyuck sitting on the curb in front of Mark’s frat.
Mark has been Donghyuck’s long-standing crush since the beginning of the year when they first arrived on campus, he caught sight of the upperclassman in the dining hall one day, and the rest was history.
Except now, Donghyuck’s new friend Renjun and him have placed a bet against each other to see who can score the most bodies in the semester, and Renjun has seemingly decided it would be a good idea to add Mark to his roster.
Jeno approaches Donghyuck with a hum, willing his best friend to gaze up at him from the ground.
“You came?” He asks as he stands, swaying against Jeno the moment he’s to his feet. “You really do love me.”
“Whatever, let’s just go,” Jeno rolls his eyes as he wraps an arm around Donghyuck’s waist, pulling back down the sidewalk. “I want to get at least five hours of sleep.”
“You love me, you love me,” Donghyuck sing-songs as they walk. “Jeno Lee loves me~”
“I will drop you on your head if you keep this up,” Jeno groans as he leans away from Donghyuck, who is trying desperately to kiss him on the cheek. “Hyuck, I swear to God–”
In an instant, Jeno is falling to the ground as another person crashes into him from behind, sending both him and Donghyuck flying.
He gains his barings a moment later, as a hand comes into view.
“Oh my God I am so sorry,” The voice connected to the hand is gentle and deep, and Jeno huffs in pain as he stands to his feet, ignoring the stranger’s outstretched hand. “Please, I–”
“I’m good,” Jeno looks up now, and maybe his brain is weak from his fall, or maybe this is the most handsome man he’s ever seen. He’s tall, with broad shoulders that are nearly exposed with the width of the neckline of the sweater he’s wearing. His hair is so blonde it’s basically white, and he has big, curious eyes that are watching Jeno’s every move. “I–”
“You’re bleeding,” The man reaches forward, his fingers grazing against a cut on Jeno’s forehead. “We should go to a hospital, please, I–”
“I’m fine,” Jeno swipes his hand down, trying to will the blush on his cheeks away. “Where is…”
When he looks over to find Donghyuck, he’s sitting on the grass of another house’s front lawn, stars in his eyes as he watches Jeno interact with the stranger. If Jeno didn’t know him so well, he wouldn’t be able to tell that the look on his face is full of trouble.
He has to get out of here.
“Hyuck, are you okay?” Jeno asks as he steps towards Donghyuck, who has a smile on his face now as he nods.
“I’m fine,” He replies, standing and backing Jeno up towards the stranger again. “But you’re bleeding, Jen,” He looks at the other man now. “He really should go to the hospital.”
“Exactly,” The white haired stranger nods. “I’m sober, I swear I was just dropping some friends off. Let me take you, I have my car.”
“I’m good,” Jeno repeats. “A little cut won’t kill me. I’ll go to the infirmary tomorrow to get it checked out. Please, let me go home.”
He’s had enough excitement for one evening, and he isn’t going to extend his waking hours into the early morning by going to the hospital over a measly cut. He flashes a final look to Donghyuck, who pouts, but nods nonetheless, stepping off the sidewalk to cross the road without another word.
Jeno looks at the stranger a final time, sighing as he follows in Donghyuck’s wake, ignoring the other man as he calls after him.
—
When Jeno wakes up the next morning, his head is pounding. When he sits up in bed, his pillowcase has a small circle of dried blood on it, and he suddenly remembers his fall.
“Fuck’s sake,” He murmurs.
“You okay?” Donghyuck is sitting at his desk, a workbook sprawled out in front of him. He turns back to Jeno with a concerned look on his face, and Jeno can tell by his demeanor that he’s been awake for a while.
“What time is it?” Jeno asks, reaching for his phone but finding that he had forgotten to plug it in the night prior. He rolls his eyes as he connects the charger now, the dead battery icon blinking up at him in taunt. “How long did I sleep for?” “It’s 1 pm,” Donghyuck replies. He stretches his arms over his head, yawning. “You’ve been out for like nine hours.”
“Fuck,” Jeno groans as he stands from the bed, placing a hand over his eyes to block out the sun filtering in through the window. “I feel like shit.”
“You look it,” Donghyuck says. “Go to the infirmary, that cut does not look okay.”
Jeno pads over to the mirror on his desk, looking down at the gash on his temple. It’s a mix of attempting to scab over and begging to bleed, and he grimaces at the sight.
“Yeah,” He says as he grabs his shower caddy, stepping into the doorway as he shares a concerned look with Donghyuck. “I better get it checked out.” “You should have let that hottie from last night take you to the hospital,” Donghyuck quips. “He probably would have poked you real good after getting you stitched up–”
Jeno throws yet another inanimate object at his roommate’s head, grumbling as he misses by a longshot. He silently decides to blame his weakened aim on his head injury.
—
The campus infirmary is a desolate, lonely place, hidden atop the non-athletic recreational building. On a Sunday, it houses only one nurse, a middle-aged woman who is contentedly reading a romance novel at her desk.
She brightens visibly when Jeno knocks on the door, a curt smile on his face as he enters the room.
“Hello,” She greets. “How may I help you?”
“I, uh,” Jeno has his hand over his temple, afraid to reveal the wound in fear that the nurse will tell him he needs to go to the hospital. He doesn’t have spare hours to spend getting tests run, he needs to study for his midterms, and this is just another bout of wasted time. “I fell last night and got this,” He steps towards her, leaning over her desk as he removes his hand from his face.
She winces at the sight of the gash, shaking her head and tutting as she stands from her chair, a hand landing on Jeno’s shoulder as she guides him towards a hospital bed.
“Let me see how deep it is.”
Luckily for Jeno, the cut wasn’t as deep as he thought it was, and she cleans the wound and bandages him up, giving him strict instructions on how to care for it over the next few days.
She’s given him a care package, equipped with all new dressings and a small bottle of over-the-counter pain meds to help dull the ache.
When he arrives back to his room, Donghyuck has left him a to-go box from the dining hall with a note on top that says:
to: jenny
soz for the injury you sustained cause of me. hope you’re not gonna die cause that would suck. maybe not cause then i’d have a single room … anyway, what sucks more is me, actually, cause renjun texted me and nowwwww im gonna go see him. anyway, text me if you need anything fr. i prob won’t be back the rest of the day, but i’ll bring you dinner tonight so just rest!
(ps. i actually would hate it if you died :( !!)
xoxo, hyuckie <3
Jeno kind of hates Donghyuck, but he also really loves him, so he settles himself in bed with his physics textbook in one hand, and a hamburger in the other, determined to at least get some studying done if he was going to just lounge all day.
—
Jeno studies for approximately 20 minutes, until he’s done eating and suddenly the blinds are closed and he’s back under the covers, and it’s the next morning and Donghyuck is shaking his shoulder to help him to wake up.
“I thought you were dead, fuck,” Donghyuck sighs as Jeno blinks his eyes open. “I’m never leaving you a note again, cause knowing you, you’d die in your sleep just to spite me.”
“Sorry, Hyuck,” Jeno stretches as he stands from bed, his head aching much less as he re-dresses the now scabbing wound. “I feel good, hopefully I can get some study time in before our midterm on Thursday.”
“You and me both,” Donghyuck groans.
The pair walk together to the main science building, bounding up the steps as they head to their first lecture of the week, Physics 216: Intro to Thermodynamics.
Jeno and Donghyuck had been friends for years before deciding to attend the same university and be roommates; the pair had met in a science summer camp in the sixth grade, and after having kept up as penpals until high school, they had somehow ended up at the same technical school; and the rest was history.
Truth be told, the pair are complete and utter nerds.
Their professor, Dr. Park, stands at the front of the lecture hall with a wicked smile on his face, and Jeno’s stomach turns.
“So, as you all are aware, your midterm exam is this Thursday,” The class groans in unison, earning a chuckle from Dr. Park. “Don’t worry,” He soothes. “I have a positive incentive for your studying motivation,” He leans against the lectern with his arms crossed, grinning. “The top-scorer gets 10 points extra credit towards their final exam grade.”
The classroom awakens in a roar, and the feeling in Jeno’s stomach turns hot in determination.
Any grade above failing is satisfactory for physics majors, and extra credit worth a letter grade could make a massive impact in the long run.
Jeno smiles. This is mine.
—
In the dining hall, after they’ve finished eating, Donghyuck and Jeno are quizzing each other, quipping back and forth in confidence as the motivation of the extra credit, paired with their own silent competition, fuels them to push forth.
Donghyuck lets out an unceremonious burp as Jeno gets his question right. “So,” He says, stretching his arms over his head and leveling Jeno with a mischievous gaze. “I’ve been thinking.”
Jeno shakes his head, eyes honed in on his workbook. “Yikes.”
Donghyuck flings a leftover grape at his head before continuing, “I’ve been thinking, and, I want to place a bet.”
Jeno’s eyes stay focused on the page in front of him. He knows too well of Donghyuck’s ridiculous bets. He always gets way too deep in the competition, and everything crashes and burns. Jeno’s been in the path of the fire before, and he has no desire to get burned again.
“A bet on who can get the higher grade on Dr. Park’s exam,” His mouth is lilted with a smirk, Jeno can hear it in his voice. Nonetheless, he stills at the sound of his words, despite the fact that he has yet to spare Donghyuck a glance. “On top of the extra credit, it could be really… inspiring,” Donghyuck carries on casually. “We could work together, in a way.”
Jeno looks up at him now, eyes narrowed, suspicious.
“What are we betting on?”
Donghyuck lurches forward, leaning over the table with a glint of fire in his eyes. “If I get the higher score, you have to come with me to Jaehyun’s post-midterm rager this Friday.”
Jeno rolls his eyes, ready to protest, “Hyuck–”
“And if you get the higher score, I’ll buy you three games of your choosing.” Jeno’s back straightens as he meets Donghyuck’s challenging gaze. “Any price.”
Jeno scoffs, reaching a hand across the table to shake on it.
Easiest bet I’ve ever made.
—
It was not the easiest bet Jeno had ever made.
As it turns out, his brain is completely jumbled and nothing will stick. He can’t decide if it’s because he’s lost all of his brain cells because he spends too much time staring at his computer, or because of the collision he had over the weekend; but it’s easier for him to blame the handsome stranger, so Jeno does just that.
He complains to Hyuck relentlessly, saying that it wasn’t fair, he was injured, he should get another shot at another exam. But his best friend just shakes his head.
“A bet is a bet,” He shrugs as he holds up the 87 written in green ink at the top of the exam sheet so Jeno can see it from across their room. “We shook on it, so no take-backsies.”
Jeno pouts as he stuff his exam into the garbage can beside his desk, the 85 glaring up at him mockingly.
Needless to say, Donghyuck didn’t end up scoring the highest and getting the extra credit points, so Jeno allows a swell of pride to grace his chest as he relishes in the fact that they’re both losers.
—
When Friday night arrives, Jeno finds himself planted in front of his bed, watching in horror as Donghyuck all but tears his closet apart.
“Your clothes are hideous,” He tuts, finally landing on a fitted black t-shirt and an old pair of black utility pants. They’re ripped somewhat tastefully across his left thigh, and Donghyuck grins when he steps away from him. “Wow,” He wipes a faux tear from his eye as he smiles at Jeno. “My little slut in training.”
“Don’t call me that, you moron.”
Donghyuck just giggles and slides into his sneakers by the doorway, turning to Jeno one last time before leading him into the hallway.
“I can’t wait to show you what college is supposed to be like.”
—
They walk a bit deeper into frat row this time around, bodies everywhere despite the late hour. Jeno already feels an uncomfortable knot in his stomach, and he wonders momentarily if everyone drinks to make that pain melt away.
Donghyuck is snickering from beside him as they walk, many of the people around them all but stopping in their tracks to stare at Jeno.
“Dude,” Donghyuck’s voice is hot against Jeno’s ear as he leans in to whisper to him, “You are so losing your virginity tonight.”
Jeno pushes against him with his elbow, leveling him with a hardened gaze.
“Shut up or I’m going home.”
Donghyuck shrugs his shoulders, stepping ahead before turning to walk backwards and taunt Jeno teasingly as he swerves between bodies.
“You would never,” He sticks his tongue out, blowing a raspberry.
Jeno just shuts his mouth and carries forward.
The frat Jaehyun is in is kind of infamous on campus for its parties, everyone entering sober and somehow leaving black out drunk.
Jeno doesn’t plan on drinking though– he’s fine with standing beside Donghyuck and swaying for a few hours until he has to pull him out of the party, drunken and stammering about Mark and Renjun.
It wouldn’t be the first time, and it most certainly would not be the last, either.
But Donghyuck seems to have other, much more sinister plans.
He’s stationed Jeno in the living room with a cup of jungle juice in his hand, piping some tune about how Jeno’s life is for sure going to change after tonight.
And then he’s gone, dipping into the hallway with a meek smile and a feigned excuse of needing the bathroom.
Jeno doesn’t miss Renjun’s mop of red hair that finds Donghyuck in the crowd, leading him down some hallway and away for the rest of the night.
Jeno sighs.
He hasn’t even been in the house for thirty minutes, and Donghyuck has already ‘snuck’ off to go fuck some guy he’ll probably be crying over in two days.
So much for their bet. (And their friendship).
Jeno stands with his back against one of the walls in the living room, his body moving with the magnetized sway of the dance floor. His heart is at ease with the rhythm of the music, the week of stress washing from his skin as he realizes: maybe parties aren’t all that bad.
He closes his eyes, letting his head fall back, the reverberation of the bass lulling his aching mind.
He gets about two minutes of peace before he feels a hand wrap around his waist, a deep voice filling his ears and asking, “Are you okay?”
Jeno’s eyes flutter open, and he’s met with a seemingly familiar face staring down at him from where he’s trapped between the wall and a pair of strong arms.
The handsome stranger.
“I’m fine,” Jeno replies, clearing his throat and leaning away from the wall so he can get some space. “Uhm…”
“I was worried, you know, because of what happened last time?” He’s almost bashful, and if Jeno didn’t know any better, he would say this man is flirting with him. “Unless you really were hurt badly and don’t remember?”
“I remember,” Jeno answers. His cheeks are hot under the stranger’s burning gaze, and he somehow feels like he won’t be leaving this party any time soon. “Anyway, I need some air, so, I’ll see you.”
“Wait,” The man’s hand wraps easily around Jeno’s wrist, and he smiles at him before leading him out of the crowd. “I’ll come with you, you know, just in case you’re really concussed or something.”
Jeno wants to roll his eyes, but he can barely control any of his own bodily movements as he is guided through the house and out the backdoor.
The backyard is full of people, everyone smoking or playing beer pong, and Jeno feels like he’s really in college now.
“I’m Jaemin, by the way,” The stranger, Jaemin, supplies. “And you?”
“Jeno,” He answers. They’re standing with their backs to the yard, looking up at the windows of the house as different colors flash with the thrum of music from inside. “Uh, you didn’t have to come out here with me. I’m okay.”
“But I wanted to talk to you,” Jaemin’s eyes are wide, his gaze cool as he stares unabashedly at Jeno’s mouth.
“Talk to me?” Jeno asks, his cheeks pink as he looks away from the blonde. “About what? I already told you my head is fine, no need to concern yourself with me or anything. I accepted your apology the other night, so what do you–”
Jaemin grumbles loudly, slighting Jeno with a gentle look, a smile ghosting its way onto his lips. “You’re kind of oblivious, aren’t you?” He leans into Jeno’s space for what feels like the thousandth time since their first encounter.
Jeno tilts his head at Jaemin’s words.
Oblivious to what?
“What do you–”
“Jaem!” Someone is shouting to them from a windowsill on the third floor, and Jeno squints as he recognizes it to be Donghyuck’s friend, Chenle. “Jaem, come up here!”
Jaemin grins up at the window, waving at Chenle now, “I’m with a friend, hold on!”
A friend?
“Bring him!”
Jaemin turns to Jeno now, nodding up at the house, “Come on.”
“Wait, I–”
Jaemin takes Jeno’s wrist in his hand once more, leading him again through the house and up the stairs, passing by less and less people the further into the house they travel.
They land upon an open door, where there’s a group of people sitting on the floor, drinking.
Chenle stands, meeting Jaemin and Jeno in the threshold between the room and the hallway. He narrows his eyes at Jeno, confused, “Jeno?”
Jaemin turns to him with a pout, his hand still wrapped gently around his wrist, “You know each other?”
Jeno opens his mouth, sighing.
“He’s my friend’s friend,” He replies, peering into the room to see if Donghyuck is inside. He sees a few familiar faces; Jisung, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Taeyong, and a few girls he doesn’t recognize. “Which, anyway, he seems to be gone, so I’m gonna head home. Tell Jaehyun thanks for the party.”
“No, no,” Chenle is reaching for Jeno’s other wrist now, tugging him into the room with Jaemin’s added strength. “You never go to parties, let us show you what it’s all about.”
“I’m good, actually, thank you.”
“Oh please,” Chenle rolls his eyes, shutting the door behind Jeno. Chenle makes room on the floor for Jeno and Jaemin as he settles in between Jisung’s legs, continuing. “Donghyuck cries day and night about how you never go out and do anything, the least you could do is stick around a while.”
Jeno just closes his eyes, groaning as he accepts his fate. It’s unlikely he’ll make it out of the room without further ridicule, and he’d rather be known as the guy who hates parties than the guy who leaves them like an ass.
“We were gonna play a game,” Jaehyun explains. He has his arm slung around the shoulders of some girl, a smile on his lips as he looks between Jeno and Jaemin. “Why don’t you go first, Jeno?”
Jeno goes to shake his head, but Jaemin settles a hand on his thigh, right over the sliver of exposed skin, and says, “No, no, I’ll go instead. Gotta show the newbie the ropes, right?”
Jeno isn’t sure why Jaemin is acting like they know each other, like they’re friends who’ve been close for years, but he can’t find it in himself to fight the feeling of butterflies that rattle in his belly.
Maybe Donghyuck is right, maybe he does need to lose his virginity, if the feeling of another man’s hand on his thigh has his dick twitching curiously in his pants.
“Sure thing,” Jaehyun replies. He picks up an empty bottle that was sitting at his side, laying it down on the carpet in the middle of the circle of people. He nods to Jaemin. “Spin it, and whoever it lands on, you have to go into the closet with and play seven minutes in heaven. Sound good?”
Jaemin licks his lips, “Yeah, sounds great, actually,” He leans forward to spin the bottle, the weight of his hand not leaving Jeno’s thigh as he squeezes the muscle gently for a moment. His fingers graze the edge of the bottle neck, as he flicks it with his finger, the glass spinning wildly against the carpet.
There’s a ball of anxiety in Jeno’s stomach, and he isn’t sure if it's because he’s afraid the bottle is going to land on him, or if it's because he’s afraid it's going to land on someone else.
He doesn’t have much time to mull on the thought, to wonder why he would care if Jaemin was suddenly swept up and taken away by another; because the bottle is making a quiet stop, right in front of him.
He’s suddenly staring down at the open mouth of a beast, pointing at him and all but sneering, as if to say, jokes on you.
“Well, well, well,” Chenle tuts, grinning. “This feels like fate to me.”
Jeno is about to protest, to put his hands up and say that he can’t do this, that he doesn’t want to; but he can’t.
Because a part of him wants to.
Jaemin stands with a gentle groan, taking Jeno’s hand in his once more and bringing him towards a door on the far side of the room as everyone whistles and whoops at them.
Jeno isn’t shaking, he isn’t even really nervous, he’s just staring up at Jaemin as he opens the closet door and wills him inside with the weight of his body while looking over at Chenle and announcing, “Start the clock.”
The closet is relatively small, but there's nothing inside except for a small mountain of pillows and a big, discarded comforter that's pushed into one of the corners. There are no shelves or racks, and Jeno realizes that this is something these people do on the regular.
Jaemin has his back against the door as he stares at Jeno, who is less than two feet away with his shoulders squaring off one of the corners. They aren’t holding hands anymore, but Jaemin reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from Jeno’s forehead, and smiles.
“So,” He says, voice low. “What do you want to do?”
“I…” Jeno trails off, unsure. If he doesn’t do anything with Jaemin, this will probably be the most awkward seven minutes of his life, and the people on the other side of the door will have plenty to say about it. But if he does do something with Jaemin, it's likely the others will have something to say about that, too. He closes his eyes, unsure.
“We don’t have to do anything at all,” Jaemin whispers. He’s so gentle with his words, Jeno trusts each syllable that slips from his lips like he’s known him all his life. “We can lie, say we made out and you were the best kisser I’ve ever had the pleasure of swapping spit with.”
Jeno peeks at him through his lashes now. Jaemin is smirking, one eye shut in a wink as he continues, “I don’t want to pressure you, and I’m sure you’re embarrassed.”
“No,” Jeno shakes his head. He’s had enough of letting others dictate his actions, of letting the potential for judgment or embarrassment control his every move. Who cares what the people on the other side of the door say? “I want to… I don’t…” He has the most handsome man he’s ever seen in his life in front of him, and it seems like he’s at least somewhat attracted to Jeno. The least he can do is take the chance and have a makeout session with Jaemin; maybe he’ll have a good story to tell afterward. “What do you want to do?”
Jaemin laughs, deep and subtle.
“I want to kiss the cutie that I’ve been eyeing up all year,” He says. Jeno meets his gaze in an instant, a million questions on the tip of his tongue as Jaemin continues. “I saw you at the beginning of last semester, cleaning up your friend, Donghyuck, was it? After he had thrown up on the side of the road. You were in pajamas, hair wet like you had just gotten out of the shower. He was a mess, and you groaned and grumbled, but you put him on your back and carried him off like a savior.” He leans into Jeno’s space the slightest bit now. “I wondered about you for months, found myself searching for you at every party, every event on campus, but I only ever saw your friend; you were like a phantom.” He’s standing in the middle of the closet now, reaching up and pulling on the string of the light above them, turning it out. “When I saw you last week, I had to make sure you were real, had to make you aware of me. Who knew running into you would cause you to go down so easily. I thought I fucked everything up, but somehow here you are,” He steps into Jeno’s space completely, arms on either side of his head as their eyes adjust to the darkness. Jeno can just barely make out Jaemin’s facial features, but he feels him against him, around him, nearly on top of him. “I won’t let this chance slip away unless you want me to stop. Otherwise, well…” His hands ghost over Jeno’s hips as he brushes the tips of their noses together. “What should I do, Jeno?” His words are honey in Jeno’s ears, and he can’t take it anymore, composure going out the window the moment he felt Jaemin’s presence wrap around him.
“Show me,” Jeno says, his voice hoarse. “Show me what you want to do.”
In an instant, Jaemin’s hands are on Jeno’s neck, tilting his head up and leaning in to kiss him, lips warm and eager as they meld together against Jeno’s.
Jeno almost forgets to breathe. He hasn’t felt hands on him in so long, hasn’t been kissed in months, and even if he had been touched just the day before, nothing could compare to this.
Jaemin’s lips are soft, and he rocks his body gently into Jeno’s as they find their rhythm. He’s just the slightest bit taller, having the smallest advantage as he backs Jeno further into the corner. His hands are slow as they move down Jeno’s neck, groping his pecs, and brushing over his nipples an inappreciable amount as he eventually finds the hem of Jeno’s t-shirt. His fingertips slide up the bare skin of his stomach, and Jeno gasps at the icy feeling.
Jaemin takes the gasp in stride, sliding his tongue into Jeno’s mouth and lapping at the moans that escape his lips. He isn’t hurrying, isn’t trying to just get his hand down Jeno’s pants and jerk him off, and the lack of urgency has Jeno’s cheeks flushed with want.
“More,” He moans as they break apart to breathe. “More… more, please,” He’s panting as Jaemin presses their hips together. He grins as he brushes his hair out of his eyes.
“Hm?” Jaemin teases. “You want more baby?”
“Y-yeah,” Jeno answers. “Touch me more.”
“Let me cherish this,” Jaemin whispers against his neck, poking his tongue out and pressing a gentle stripe up and up and up, until he’s stopping just below Jeno’s ear and panting against it. “I want to take my time with you, puppy.”
Jeno’s dick is already aching in his pants, and Jaemin’s new pet name has him close to squirming. He knows full well what turns him on, but this is new; Jaemin has somehow unlocked something in Jeno that he didn’t think could ever be unleashed.
Jeno ruts his hips forward, begging for friction as Jaemin keeps a steady rhythm with the pressing of his lips against the column of Jeno’s neck, his hands having lifted his shirt up so his chest is revealed. He’s tweaking Jeno’s nipples in between his fingers and suckling hickies into his skin; and Jeno is a complete mess.
“I always wondered what you would feel like in my hands,” Jaemin purrs. “Is it weird? That I’ve been thinking about doing this to you for months?”
“No,” Jeno huffs. Jaemin smirks against his skin and he can feel it. “I… I like that. Wish you’d have… have touched me sooner.”
“Oh baby me too,” Jaemin replies. “But we have time now, as much time as we want.”
Except, they don’t.
Chenle is swinging the door open without warning not even a second later, and Jaemin covers Jeno completely as he switches the light on.
“Come on out lovebirds,” He sing-songs annoyingly. “Your time is up.”
He closes the door a moment later, and Jaemin wants to groan in irritation, but the sight before him is much too beautiful for him to make even an ounce of protest at the sudden light filling the closet.
Jeno looks almost fucked-out beneath him, his chest heaving, lips red with saliva and neck riddled with bruises that are just beginning to blossom on the surface of his skin.
“Jeno… fuck…” Jaemin heaves a heavy sigh, pulling Jeno’s shirt down and straightening out his hair as much as he can before dragging him out of the room by his hand. They rush past the crowd of people on the floor, all cheering them on as Jaemin pulls him down the stairs and out of the house.
“Where are we going?” Jeno asks. He’s in a daze, skin burning hot against the cool air that brushes over him as they all but run down the street. “Jaemin–”
“I need to get you to my bed,” Jaemin answers. He turns back, smiling at Jeno as he leads him to his car.
He opens the door for Jeno, tucking him into the passenger seat as he rushes around to the driver’s side. Once he’s seated, Jaemin lets the car warm up, and Jeno just watches him in awe from his right hand side.
“What are we doing?” Jeno leans his head back against the headrest, catching his breath and trying to gain his composure. “This is kind of crazy, Jaemin.”
“I can bring you home if you want,” Jaemin suggests as he takes off down the street. He glances over at Jeno, who pouts at him shyly before shaking his head. “No?” Jaemin asks. “You wanna come home with me? Let me touch you in the comfort of my bed? Hm?”
“I–” Jeno realizes quickly that he can’t seem to get a grip when Jaemin is near him. “I want to go home with you… yeah.”
The rest of the car ride is filled with Jaemin’s seemingly endless flirting, and the pair sneaking more than a few kisses at the red lights they hit.
—
Jaemin’s bed might be the most comfortable thing Jeno’s body has ever touched.
He has an apartment downtown, a really nice one, and at some point explains to Jeno that he’s a third year student, and that he has one semester left before graduation.
Jeno doesn’t ignore the way his mind flits to the thought of where he’ll be a semester from now, and he hopes for just a moment, that he’s still lying against Jaemin’s duvet.
Jaemin makes quick work of their clothes, leaving them both in just their boxers as he sits on top of Jeno’s thighs, admiring the way his abs tense under his gaze.
“Are you flexing for me puppy?”
Jeno looks to the window, blushing burning up his neck. “Maybe a little bit, I guess.”
“Do you like how your body feels with my eyes on it?” He reaches down and grabs Jeno’s jaw, forcing their eyes to meet. “Hm?”
Jeno just nods, and Jaemin presses his thumb against his lips, smiling as it slips past his teeth easily. Jeno sucks on the pad of Jaemin’s thumb, eyes glossy as he makes quick work of taking the digit fully into his mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” Jaemin groans. “You’re probably the best with your mouth, hm?”
Another nod from Jeno in reply, and he starts grinding up into the air, his cock begging to be touched. “Please,” He mumbles over Jaemin’s thumb. “Let me touch you.”
“No, no,” Jaemin coos. He takes his hand away from Jeno’s face, sliding the leftover saliva over one of his nipples. He smiles as Jeno’s eyes flutter shut at the sensation. “I wanna make tonight all about you.” He presses forward, kissing down Jeno’s torso, humming against his belly and making Jeno giggle. “Look at me,” Jeno snaps his eyes open in a second, holding Jaemin’s gaze as he ghosts his mouth over the fabric of his boxers, kissing over his cock. “I know a secret of yours. Wanna guess what it is?”
“Wh-what?” Jeno gasps at the way Jaemin’s tongue quickly finds purchase on the head of his cock through his underwear. “I don’t… fuck, Jaem. I don’t know.”
“I know you’re a virgin,” Jaemin whispers with a smile, as he ever so slightly lifts his head from Jeno’s crotch. Jeno wants to shut his eyes and run, but he can’t move his gaze away from Jaemin’s, can’t even move a muscle under his touch. “And I also know something else.”
“Fuck,” Jeno sighs. “What?”
Jaemin sits up now, hovering over Jeno and kissing him gently before continuing, “I know you’re gonna let me fuck you.” He leans away to keep eye contact with Jeno, who just knits his eyebrows together and groans at the lack of contact. “If you want me to?”
“Please.”
—
Jeno thought for the longest time that college parties brought on nothing but drunken problems and shitty one night stands that led you to avoiding the dining hall for the rest of the semester. He thought parties made nothing but trouble for everyone involved, from those forced to clean up the messes, to those causing them.
But now, as he lays beneath Jaemin with his hips in the air, face sunken into a pillow, loose moans falling from his lips, Jeno thinks he’ll never miss another party for the rest of the semester.
Jaemin has two of his fingers curled against Jeno’s prostate, his hole slick with lube as he works his way in and out.
“Feel good puppy?” Jaemin asks. Jeno can hear the grin on his mouth just from the way his words sound, and he loves it.
“Yes, yes,” Jeno huffs. The pillow is just a bit damp from his saliva, but he can’t be bothered to care as Jaemin adds in a third finger, stretching him endlessly as he blinks pleasured tears from his eyes. “Fuck… Jaem, fuck oh my— please, fill me up, please.”
Jeno’s words are unfamiliar in his own mouth, and he would be embarrassed if not for the fact that he’s pretty sure he’s never felt this good in his life.
Jaemin kisses his spine as he works his fingers in, deeper, deeper. “Just a bit more, just a little bit,” He hums into Jeno’s neck. “Almost there, baby. I need you nice and stretched for my cock, okay? I promise my fingers can’t prepare you for it.”
The mere thought of Jaemin’s cock has Jeno’s precum dripping down onto the sheets in a splatter, and he doesn’t know how much more he can take.
“I don’t care,” He croaks. “I’m… I’m close… please…”
Jaemin laughs against his back, before nodding to himself and removing his fingers completely. “Alright,” He concedes. “Lay on your back please.”
Jeno flips over a moment later, spreading his legs on instinct as Jaemin licks his lips. He stands from the bed for a moment, sliding his boxers off and reaching into his bedside table to grab a condom. Jeno reaches out, stopping his hand.
“Raw,” He groans. “Please. I’m clean.” He raises his brows in question, and Jaemin nods.
“Got tested three weeks ago and have been celibate since,” He admits. “Are you sure? I mean it’s your–”
“Am I going to see you again after this?” Jeno asks now, suddenly serious as he leans up onto his elbows. “You can be honest, I’d like to know before… y’know… giving myself to you.”
Jaemin smiles. genuine and sweet as he presses a soft kiss to Jeno’s temple. “If you’ll have me, I’d like to see you for forever after this.”
Jeno returns his smile, laying back down and coaxing Jaemin onto the bed with his touch, “Then please. Do as you’d like.”
Jaemin nods, and he finds himself kissing down Jeno’s body, over his open knees and down his thighs, before he stands back up, pulling Jeno to the edge of the bed and lining his cock up against his hole. He takes a deep breath, looking to Jeno, who nods. His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth as Jaemin circles his rim with the tip of his cock, before plunging inside.
The stretch is painful, but is simultaneously the most pleasurable thing Jeno has ever felt in his life. He lets out a shameless moan, panting heavily as Jaemin soothes circles into his hip bones.
“Almost there baby,” He soothes. “I’m almost all the way in.”
“You’re so big, so big,” Jeno’s voice is hoarse as he breathes around his own words, practically begging the sound to come out. “Fuck… baby… oh God.”
“There we go,” Jaemin’s hips are pressed square against Jeno’s ass, and he settles completely as he lets Jeno adjust to his size. “You okay puppy?”
“G-good,” Jeno tries. “Fuck, oh my— move, please–”
“Have some patience,” Jaemin coos as he taps his hips ever so slightly up into Jeno’s ass. “If I move now, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, and I want to take you on a proper date, so relax.” He kneads his fingertips into Jeno’s thighs, sighing as Jeno takes a deep breath, nodding, cheeks red over Jaemin’s words despite the position he’s in. “Good boy.”
When he finally starts moving, Jaemin’s pace is agonizingly slow as he allows both himself and Jeno to adapt to the subsequent stretch and tension of his walls.
“So tight, so good,” Jaemin moans. “Fuck, puppy,” The drag of his cock has them both aching with pleasure, the room full of dirty, disgusting noises as he fucks in and out of Jeno’s hole with conviction. “I swear you were made for me baby, what do you think?”
“Hm?” Jeno sighs. “Yeah, yeah, oh my– yes,” He has tears in his eyes, his hole accepting every draw and drag of Jaemin’s heavy cock inside of him. “Made for me… made for you, yeah, mmh, yeah.”
Jaemin takes Jeno’s bodily response as a positive sign for more movement, so he takes the backs of Jeno’s knees in his palms, lifting his legs and drilling deeper, the bed squeaking and shaking from the rapid pace.
“Your hole takes me so well, puppy,” He groans. “Yeah, it fits me just right, so perfect, yeah, only I can fit inside you, can make you feel this good.”
“That’s right, yeah, yeah,” Jeno can barely understand Jaemin’s words now, his muscles tightening angrily under the tension of Jaemin’s grip, and he’s so, so close. “Jaem— Jaemin, I’m– Almost, ah.”
“Me too baby, just a bit more.”
Jaemin reaches his hand around Jeno’s leg, taking his cock into his hand and stroking it in time with the rhythm of his hips, both of them huffing and moaning at the pleasure.
Jeno is cumming in seconds, his cock pumping heavily in Jaemin’s palm, cum pouring out over Jaemin’s hand and onto his own torso, his hole clenching around Jaemin and practically begging him to join him in completion.
“Jeno, let me–” Jaemin tries to pull out of Jeno, but Jeno shakes his head, wrapping his ankles weakly around Jaemin, caging him in.
“Inside,” Jeno chokes out. “Please.”
Jaemin can’t argue a moment longer, because his cock is working overtime to spill out and into Jeno’s hole, filling him happily to the brim.
—
After Jaemin has cleaned Jeno up and tucked them both into bed, he pulls Jeno into his chest, cuddling against him as he peppers kisses into his hair.
“So?” Jaemin asks, his voice low as it vibrates against Jeno’s cheek. “How was that?”
“Amazing,” Jeno answers with a sigh. “It really was a trip to heaven.”