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Minho chewed his food, hyper aware of his lips.
Stumbling into the bathroom while getting ready for school that morning, he glanced in the mirror. Taking in his slightly swollen lips, he gently pressed against them with his index finger, wincing at the tenderness.
Having spent the previous evening kissing Ha-yoon before giving her step-brother his first kiss and then subsequently devouring Jisung’s mouth (and his chest), he shouldn’t have been surprised he was feeling it the next day. Maybe it was time to invest in a nicer lip balm, he mused. He could buy two, one for himself and one for Jisung, since Jisung had paid for the lube.
It would be the polite thing to do.
He should be busy having a meltdown about kissing a boy and partaking in something he had not planned or anticipated for, but, for unfathomable reasons, kissing Jisung had felt - Minho couldn’t finish that sentence, even in his own head.
”-and once you finish Tower of God, I can lend you Red Storm. You’ll really like, it’s not the same, but similar themes and -“ Jisung paused mid-ramble about the next manga he wanted Minho to read, glancing down at Minho’s lips.
Minho self-consciously licked his lips. “Do I have something -“ He watched as Jisung raised his hand and touched his chest, right over where Minho had marked him with his teeth last night.
“No, no,” Jisung looked up, eyes wide, and dropped his hand from his chest into his lap. “Anyway, Red Storm is more -“
Minho looked at Jisung’s pink mouth as he continued talking. He was so expressive - not just his mouth, but his eyes and eyebrows, and especially when he discussed something he was passionate about.
“-and now that you’ve finally started reading Tower of God, we should watch the anime and we can compare the two -“
Minho tuned back in, forcing himself to look up from Jisung’s lips. “I’ve already watched the anime.”
“Of course, but you need to do a rewatch so we can compare the differences in the adaptation - “
Felix joined their table, interrupting their conversation. “Got stuck in the long food line, what did I miss?”
“Nothing, just these two nerds yukking it up,” I.N muttered.
Minho realized he had been so wrapped up in watching Jisung - listening to Jisung, that is - that his friends and the noise of the cafeteria had faded into the background. He hadn’t even noticed Felix missing from their lunch table.
“Nerds,” Minho said indignantly, sitting up straighter and glaring at I.N. “Anime is not nerdy -“
“It’s not,” Felix interrupted. He was a fellow anime enthusiast. “But Minho-yah, you should know the cafeteria finally restocked the classic pudding cups -“
“What!” Minho couldn’t help his volume rising exponentially. “They weren’t put out when I went through the line -“
“They just restocked them.”
“He’s a freak about pudding,” Hyunjin explained to a confused looking Jisung.
“I like pudding a normal amount,” Minho growled, standing up.
“Hyung, I was going to return my tray anyway.” Jisung stood up and gently pushed Minho’s shoulder to get him to sit back down. “Keep eating, I’ll grab you one.”
Minho blinked rapidly in surprise at Jisung’s unexpectedly thoughtful gesture. The night they met Jisung hadn’t even introduced himself and almost forgot to offer Minho a beverage.
And suddenly he was voluntarily grabbing Minho a pudding cup?
The moment Jisung was out of ear shot, Hyunjin leaned in, pointing his chopsticks at Minho. “What’s going on with you two?”
Luckily, he wasn’t mid-bite or mid-chew, so he was able to draw up his most stone-faced expression. Giving Hyunjin a bored look, he batted away the chopsticks pointed at his face. “What do you mean?”
“He’s been at this school, what, a couple weeks?” Hyunjin tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “In all my years of knowing you, I’ve never seen you open up to someone so quickly. Usually it takes you months to even say hello to someone. It’s like you two are best friends.”
“It is kind of freaky, you have to admit,” Seungmin chimed in, giving Minho a penetrating look. “Like an instant bond.”
Minho looked to Felix and I.N for help, but they were watching him closely, twin expressions of interest on their faces. Minho loved being the center of attention to his friends on his own terms. Not on the terms of them asking probing questions about his…well it wasn’t really a situationship, was it?
“He’s Ha-yoon’s stepbrother.” Minho affected an unbothered air, but internally winced at the thought of Ha-yoon having no clue what he and Jisung got up to. “And I’m spending time with Ha-yoon. Of course I’m friendly to him.”
Hyunjin shook his head. “Being nice is one thing. But you’re not just being nice. He sits with us at lunch, you walk to class together -“
“One class,” Minho said, exasperated. “The class we share together after lunch. And he’s new to the school, who else is he going to sit with?”
Saying that out loud, Minho wondered if Jisung ever wanted to sit with Chan and Changbin to discuss music, but every day like clockwork he joined Minho and his friends, so he assumed Jisung was fine with joining them.
Hyunjin pretended he didn’t hear him. “And then he’s lending you his manga, and now you’re anime buddies -“
Minho swatted at Hyunjin from across the table. “Leave anime out of this!”
“I think it’s sweet,” Felix said placatingly. “When they talk they kind of just stare at each other-“
“We do not stare at each other. I have manners and pay attention when people talk.” Minho chewed his food angrily, still aware of his sensitive lips.
“No, he’s right, you do both stare at each other, and ignore everyone else around you. Both of you are in your own little world.” Seungmin nodded at Felix in agreement.
Minho squawked in outrage, but before he could refute their ridiculous claims, Jisung returned, setting down two puddings in front of Minho.
“There was a limit of one per person but I told them you were having a bad day so they let me take two.” Jisung looked proud, as if his little lie should be rewarded.
“Um, thanks Jisung-ah,” Minho muttered. He could feel his ears burning as his friends giggled. He ignored them. “You don’t want one?”
“I’m more of a pastry guy,” Jisung shrugged. “But you enjoy.”
He continued talking about the finer points of adapting a manga to the screen while pressing his leg against Minho, sitting as close to him as possible without crawling into his lap.
Minho quietly ate both puddings. They tasted extra sweet, and he savoured each bite, ears still warm at the thought of Jisung not only waiting in line to get him a pudding, but picking up an extra one.
Minho despised group work, so of course in calculus class the teacher announced: “Everyone pair up into groups of two, and work on the derivative problem sets together. The last fifteen minutes of class we’ll go over the answers.”
Chairs scraped across the floor as students joined their friend or nearest seat mate. Minho turned to Ha-yoon, who sat on his left side, but she wasn’t even looking at him, already moving her chair to sit with a friend. Turning to his right side, he saw everyone in his row had already joined up with someone.
Sighing, he turned around to ask his last resort.
Jisung always sat behind him in calculus, and Minho was surprised he hadn’t already asked him to be partners. When he turned around, he saw Da-hee, who sat next to Jisung, scooting her chair over, pushing it until she was nestled up against Jisung, sharing the cramped space of his desk together.
“Jisung-ah, I’m going to need a lot of help,” she giggled, and Minho had never had an issue with Da-hee before, but he rolled his eyes as he watched her squeeze Jisung’s forearm and lean over the paper on his desk.
“Minho, do you want to join us?” Jisung gave him a pleading look, his eyes wide and shiny. “There’s plenty of room.”
There was literally no room behind Jisung's desk, Da-hee had made certain of that.
”It’s supposed to be pairs - “ Minho glanced around the class, and to his embarrassment saw all his classmates paired up. There was an odd number of students, and he was the odd one out. Fucking great, he thought, glancing at Da-hee, who had her entire left arm pressed up against Jisung.
”Looks like everyone is taken, so you can work with us.” Jisung gestured at Minho to come join them.
Da-hee gave him a flat look but didn’t say anything as he moved his chair back, essentially creating a Jisung sandwich with how closely he had to press in. Minho could smell Da-hee’s perfume, and he leaned into Jisung’s neck, searching for his now familiar scent, hoping to drown out the suffocatingly fake floral scent wafting from Da-hee.
“I’ll write out the equations since I’m in the middle, and you two can give input if I’m headed in the wrong direction,” Jisung said, copying the problem set from the board.
They worked quietly together, Minho making suggestions with Jisung writing out the work. To his irritation, Da-hee contributed nothing other than the occasional “oh, I see. Oh ok. You really know your stuff, Jisung-ah.”
When they reached the last problem, Minho, in his sweetest voice, suggested: “Da-hee, I’ll let you run with this one.”
The problem set took forever since Da-hee had no idea how to actually solve it - or was pretending she didn’t know how - and Minho half-listened as Jisung patiently explained it to her as he walked through each step.
The tight grip on his thigh brought him to full attention, and he looked at Jisung, who continued to write out the equation with his right hand as if nothing was happening under the table. Meanwhile, he gave Minho a squeeze, his crooked fingers digging into the meat of his thigh.
Minho wasn't sure if this was supposed to be a comforting gesture or a sexy one, but when Jisung slid his hand higher, gripping firmly, he almost gasped out loud.
Horrified, he could feel himself start to chub up. Surely, this had to be a Pavlovian response type of situation - too much time spent pressed against Jisung on his bed had him conditioned to respond to Jisung’s touch. And this touch was more aggressive than anything Jisung had done to him in private - with the exception of lubing up Minho’s cock with his bare hand.
Fuck, and now he was remembering Jisung’s hand on his cock.
Glancing around, first at Ha-yoon, and then to the rest of the class, he was relieved to see no one paid any attention to them, everyone busy with the assignment.
Minho refused to get hard in calculus class.
As was typical, his cock paid him no mind, and as Jisung slid his hand even higher, Minho jolted as his fingers brushed against his swollen cockhead.
He quickly stood up, his chair loudly scraping the floor as he mumbled, ‘bathroom,’ and hastily asked the teacher, who waved absently in approval. Minho sped walk down the school hallway to the nearest bathroom.
Once inside, he stood in front of the mirror, willing his cock to go down, imagining the most disgusting scenarios possible, but it was like he could still feel Jisung’s phantom grip on his thigh.
”Shit,” Minho muttered, staring at his reflection. His ears were bright red and he was going to have to take care of his situation.
Thankfully the restroom was empty as he entered the last stall in the row. Locking the door, he pushed his pants and boxers down and sighed in relief as he took his cock in hand. He could really use some of Jisung’s lube but he would have to improvise. Licking his palm, he gripped himself and hissed at the increased sensation, before furiously pumping his swollen cock.
Closing his eyes, he relived the previous night: Jisung squirming on his lap; Jisung looking up from underneath him; the taste of his mouth; the softness of his lips; the feel of his nipples on his tongue; and the scent of his skin.
Minho came so fast - and he could hear Jisung’s teasing voice in his ear, giggling that Minho had lost this round - his toes curled and his hips flexed, spurting into the toilet.
As he flushed and pulled his pants up, the mixture of shame and relief in his gut had him standing frozen, in shock that he had stroked off in the school bathroom. A new personal low, for sure. Exiting the stall, he avoided his reflection in the mirror as he washed and dried his hands and hurried back to class.
The teacher was reviewing the problem set when Minho returned, so he quietly slipped into his seat, but not before giving Jisung a hard pinch on his side.
“Hmmph,” Jisung sputtered, before trying to cover it with a very fake-sounding cough.
He glared at Minho, but Minho glared right back.
“Are you crazy,” he silently mouthed to Jisung, but Jisung only shook his head, not understanding what Minho was trying to say. He turned his attention to the teacher and focused on the review.
When class ended, Da-hee tried to talk to Jisung, but Minho grabbed his elbow and guided him out of the classroom, forcing him to turn his head and call out a quick, “Thanks for all the help Da-hee,” as he was practically dragged down the hallway.
“Are you fucking crazy?” Minho furiously whispered, finally letting his arm go. “What is wrong with you?”
“What?” Jisung rubbed his elbow, pouting at Minho. “You seemed annoyed. I was trying to distract you.”
“By feeling me up?” Minho tried to keep his voice low. “In the middle of class?”
”No, no it was a comforting gesture -“
“You touched my - “ Minho took a deep breath, remembering he was in the middle of the hallway at school, surrounded by students rushing to their next class. “It was not comforting, and you know it.”
“Did you- “ Jisung’s eyes were wide in understanding. “You left class to -”
“Yeah, I did. And it’s all your fault.” Minho sighed. “I see you made another friend already?”
“A friend?” Jisung looked confused.
”I didn’t know you and Da-hee were that close?” This was irritating him for some reason.
”We’re not close? We sit next to each other. And she’s nice.”
“I’m sure she’s the nicest.” Minho looked at the hallway quickly emptying out. “I need to get to class.”
“See you tonight?” Jisung’s tone was hopeful and his eyebrows raised up.
”Maybe,” Minho frowned, turning on his heel before Jisung could say anything else. But Ha-yoon had already asked him if he could come over before class had started, and Minho had already said yes.
He thought about leaving right after he and Ha-yoon were finished. It would serve Jisung right. It was one thing to do what they were doing behind Jisung’s closed and locked bedroom door, where they were safe. Well, safe until Ha-yoon came knocking. But for Jisung to act like that at school, and in the middle of calculus class no less, was beyond dangerous.
Jisung was playing with fire.
But Minho already knew - any resolve to ignore Jisung would crumble the moment he saw him, folded up in the corner of the couch, small and cute and waiting for Minho to be done with his step-sister.
Once again, Minho could recognize a growing problem.
“You’re late.” Ha-yoon opened the door, smiling despite the hint of annoyance in her voice.
“Sorry, sorry. - forgot to text you that dance practice ran late,” Minho was out of breath. “Arts Showcase coming up and all.”
Ha-yoon nodded, then smirked. “Well, hurry it up then.”
Minho was lying. Well, partially lying; the Arts Showcase was fast approaching, but dance practice had not run late.
After practice and a quick shower, Minho had stopped at a nearby pharmacy. Standing in front of the vast lip balm section, he was unsure what to buy; the variety of lip balms that came with cute charms were endless. He finally settled on a lip balm with a cat charm for himself and one with a squirrel charm for Jisung. Giggling to himself as he paid in the self-checkout, he imagined Jisung’s expression when he presented it to him.
Jisung reminded him so much of a hamster or squirrel, especially when his cheeks were full of food.
He had spent so long at the pharmacy trying to make a decision, that he cursed when he looked at his phone and saw how late it was. He would have to jog to Ha-yoons.
“Can we kiss again?”
Minho stared at Jisung, or technically, stared at Jisung’s flushed cock, lying soft against his thigh. Minho had managed to win their first round together, holding out long enough to watch Jisung pinch his cockhead and spill over his stomach, before coming all over his own hand.
Wiping himself up with tissues, he hesitated. He was tired from dance practice and it was late. He should get home and go to bed.
“It’s getting late. I should really head home -”
“Please?” Jisung’s eyes glowed in the soft light of the bedroom, and Minho found himself nodding.
“Ok, but not for long -“
Before he could finish speaking, Jisung rolled over, clambering on top of Minho and looking down at him, his smile wide. Their soft cocks brushed against each other, and Jisung’s breath hitched as he leaned down, giving Minho a long kiss.
As he was new to kissing, he was still awkward and not the most coordinated, but Minho didn’t mind, grasping the back of Jisung’s neck to gently tilt his head, improving the angle and allowing him to deepen the kiss.
The feeling of Jisung, warm and naked and solid laying on top of him, had Minho pushing his hips up, his cock beginning to chub up again already. He’d never kissed anyone while fully naked before, and he enjoyed the feeling of their chests pressed together.
Jisung licked into his mouth and Minho welcomed him in, as Jisung sucked on his tongue and ground his hips down, rubbing against Minho.
“Mmmph,” Minho moaned, deep in his throat, as Jisung kissed his way along his jaw before kissing his neck.
Minho had always kissed girls on their necks, but no one had ever kissed his neck, and he didn’t realize how sensitive he was until Jisung softly sucked on the column of his throat and his cock twitched, his mouth dropping open as he took a deep breath.
Jisung kept making his way down Minho’s body, kissing his collarbones and hovering over a nipple, before taking it in his mouth and giving a harsh suck.
“Shit,” Minho muttered.
This was also a first for him, and the sensation was so good he arched his back as Jisung did it again, sucking as he pinched the other nipple between his fingers, and Minho wondered if Jisung liked his chest the same way he - as embarrassed as he was to admit it to himself - had a thing for Jisung’s chest.
Minho looked down his body to watch Jisung scrape his teeth under his pecs, before scooting down even further as Minho spread his legs, until his hard cock was pressed against Jisung’s chest.
“Shit, Jisung -“ Minho couldn’t look away as Jisung licked his happy trail and lifted up, moving down until his mouth hovered right above Minho’s swollen cock.
“I’ve never.” Jisung’s voice was so soft, Minho barely heard him, as close as they were. “Can I…”
“Are you - are you sure you want to -“
Stroking off next to each other was one thing. What was a little mutual masturbation between bros? Even if Minho would never think to do that with his other friends.
Kissing could be played off as helping Jisung practice, so he could be ready to kiss girls. Maybe he would kiss Da-hee one day? The thought made Minho clench his fists, but he couldn’t look away from Jisung, who was between his legs, staring up at him with his wide eyes, his lips pouting, and Minho’s hard cock so close that if he only stuck his tongue out he could touch -
“Yeah, I’m sure.” Jisung’s voice was louder now, more firm. “If you want -“
”Yeah, yeah, I -“ Minho’s voice was breathless; he wanted it so bad he was worried he would come the moment Jisung put his mouth on him. “I want -“
When Jisung stuck his tongue out and slowly licked across his cockhead, Minho felt like he was going to ascend. Jisung gripped the base of his cock and licked up and Minho squirmed, biting his lip to keep his moans silent.
”I don’t know if I can fit you in my mouth, you’re so big,” Jisung mummered, slowly moving Minho’s cock back and forth, studying it as if he were tackling a problem he wasn't sure how to solve.
Minho needed his mouth. “Please, Jisung, please- “
“I’ll try -“ Jisung frowned, before opening wide and swallowing the tip of Minho’s cock, slowly lowering himself while his fist twisted at the base.
Minho was slowly losing his mind.
“Shit, shit -“ he gritted his teeth; Jisung was sucking down so slowly, taking time to adjust, moving his tongue along the underside of Minho’s cock, that it was an exquisite torture. Minho held on to the sheets, trying so, so hard not to thrust his hips up.
Jisung sank about halfway down, before gagging and pulling back up, gasping for air. Drool ran down his chin and Minho fought the urge to tackle him into the bed and suck his soul out of his mouth.
“I can’t go deep yet, but I can at least -“
Jisung’s voice was deeper than usual and Minho’s hips flexed as he sucked the head of his cock in, going down halfway again, before coming back up, then down again, building up to a quick pace, the deep suction driving Minho wild.
Jisung glanced up from underneath his lashes, his eyes wet.
Seeing Jisung’s wide brown eyes and the obscene stretch of his lips, Minho cried out, spurting across Jisung’s lips and chin, his legs tingling as he came hard.
It was his third time coming that day, so it wasn’t a lot, but he still felt bad.
“Sorry, sorry I didn’t warn you -“
“It’s alright, I don’t mind.” Jisung’s voice was raspy and come was smeared across his lips.
Minho somehow had the presence of mind to be polite. “Do you want me to, uh - return the favor?” The thought of Jisung’s hard cock made his mouth water, and his smaller size had Minho confident he could suck him all the way down.
”Oh, um. I - I already came.” Jisung sat up and grabbed tissues to clean his face, and Minho noticed his chest was flushed and his cock was wet. “Fuck, I came all over my sheets.”
”You came while you were sucking me?” Minho was impressed at Jisung’s ability to come untouched, but Jisung looked embarrassed, flushing a darker red and avoiding eye contact as they cleaned up and got dressed.
“I almost forgot.” Minho paused in the doorway as he was about to leave, turning around to dig through his backpack. He pulled out the bag from the pharmacy.
”Here.” He tossed Jisung the lip balm, and surprisingly, he caught it.
Jisung turned it over in his hand. “What’s this?”
“I think it’s lip balm -“
“No shit,” Jisung said, but he was smiling. “But why did you get me some?
“Well, I - “ Minho felt awkward. He couldn’t say - I bought you lip balm because you bought lube, and we’ve been kissing so much, I thought you might need some.
Instead, what came out was: “You look like a squirrel."
“I - “ Jisung eyebrows raised up and his lower lip pouted out. “You think I look like a squirrel, so you got me lip balm?”
“The charm. The charm is a squirrel. They were having a special at the pharmacy, buy one get one half off, and so. Um. Yeah,” he finished lamely.
”Uh huh.” Jisung looked at the small charm, rolling it between his fingers. “Then what did you get?”
“Get what?”
“Hyung,” Jisung rolled his eyes. “If it was buy one, get one half off, what did you get?”
“Oh.” Minho pulled out the other lip balm. “Mine’s a cat charm.”
“That suits you.” Jisung gave him a long look. “But why lip balm?”
Minho was getting impatient. “I told you, it was buy one get one half off.”
This was not true.
“I see.” Jisung gave him a soft smile. “Thank you for thinking of me.”
“I was only thinking about what a good deal it was.” Minho hoisted his backpack onto his shoulder. “Well, good-night.”
“Good night hyung.”
The next day at school as Jisung entered their calculus classroom, Minho, walking behind him, noticed that attached to the zipper of Jisung’s backpacks’ front pocket was a small cord with the squirrel charm attached.
Minho tried to hide his smile, but found the corners of his mouth twitching.