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there was something enchanting about the night.
hyojin had felt that way since he was a child. naturally nocturnal, he would stay up as late as he could, as often as he could to look at the cosmos in all their infinite wonder.
maybe part of his love for the night came from his fascination with the stars.
space, it was a thrilling thing. hyojin always got this weird bubbling feeling in his gut– like he swallowed mentos after chugging a bottle of coke– every time he looked up at the night sky.
when he was ten, his parents bought him a little telescope for his birthday. he was so elated. finally, he could look at the moon and the stars more closely, in real life, not just in the pages of books or on the computer screen.
he set it up in his room and spent hours using it every night before bed.
hyojin loved space, he was enraptured by it, but it wasn't the only thing in his young life that fascinated him.
seungjoon was weird.
there was something about him, hyojin couldn't put his finger on it. had tried to, for years, but he couldn't quite parce why.
sometimes when he looked at seungjoon, he got that same bubbling feeling in his guts like when he looked at the stars.
seungjoon was sort of like a star, a burning ball of energy, super charged. he was loud and bright– often got so excited he would explode, a supernova.
hyojin liked watching seungjoon, but it wasn't the same as watching the stars…
because seungjoon watched him back.
he chalked it up to curiosity. seungjoon was very different from him. hyojin was shy, more reserved, had a bit of trouble reaching out to make friends.
seungjoon wasn't like that at all. he was the one who talked to hyojin first, got him to come out of his shell a little.
they met in middle school. hyojin had noticed seungjoon watching him fidget with a pen in his hands, a nervous habit. he had approached hyojin, asked if he could teach him how to spin pens like that. it progressed further, seungjoon asked him how to spin books on his finger, how to spin a basketball.
when hyojin ran out of things to teach him, he figured seungjoon would leave him alone, but he never did. never again.
they were inseparable.
seungjoon was unapologetically himself in everything he did, and hyojin was hopelessly caught in his orbit.
after awhile hyojin started equating that bubbling feeling in his guts,
the same one he felt when he looked at stars,
the same one he felt when he looked at seungjoon,
the one he assumed was just curiosity and excitement over his new best friend,
he started equating it to something else… something bigger.
he wasn't sure what it was then, but he knew it wasn't something he could talk about.
it was also around that time hyojin began to realize how many weird coincidences surrounded the two of them. he thought that maybe it meant they were always destined to be friends. it explained why seungjoon wouldn't leave him alone, why hyojin didn't want him to.
despite having different birthdays, they were born under the same moon. they were both younger brothers to older sisters. they were neighbors, living right across from each other, and if that wasn't strange enough– their bedrooms were directly across from each other too.
seungjoon commented on it one time when he was over after school. he was looking through hyojin's telescope while hyojin lay sprawled out on his bed reading one piece comics.
"jinnie, i can see in my room from here." he had turned around with a twinkle in his eyes that hyojin knew would spell mischief later.
"you're supposed to look at the sky, not into windows, you perv."
seungjoon laughed and flopped down on the bed next to him, pressed into hyojin's side. he sat there for a few minutes, reading over hyojin's shoulder, before he spoke again.
"hey, look in my window tonight," he tapped his finger on his chin in thought, "at uh, eight? i wanna try something."
hyojin didn't like the way those words made his stomach lurch.
he swallowed it down and nodded in agreement.
at eight pm on the dot, hyojin aimed his telescope into seungjoon's room.
seungjoon was standing in the window, shirtless wearing only his little red shorts.
hyojin looked away immediately. his heart was pounding so hard he felt it in his teeth.
was this what seungjoon wanted to try? what the fuck? what the fuck was he doing?
it's not that hyojin hadn't seen seungjoon shirtless before, he had. they met when they were thirteen, they were sixteen now. hyojin couldn't even count the number of times he had seen seungjoon mostly naked, it happened so often. he saw seungjoon shirtless that afternoon when they went swimming after school at the pool nearby. but seeing him now, shirtless in his own bedroom as hyojin peeked in like a pervert… that was something completely different.
made him feel different too.
the phone rang, hyojin looked at it for a long moment until for some reason he felt compelled to answer.
"hello! hyojin?"
it was seungjoon.
hyojin's mouth was dry. his face was burning.
"y-yeah," he croaked in reply.
"are you looking through the telescope?"
"no, not yet." he wasn't sure why he lied. the reply came out automatically.
hyojin could hear the pout in seungjoon's voice.
"come on! look over!"
he swallowed around the growing lump in his throat.
"why?"
"hyojinnnniiieeeeee pleh-eeeaassee!" seungjoon whined into his ear through the phone, "just trust me, this will be fun!"
fun. yeah. fun. alright. fun. ok. cool. yeah.
hyojin wasn't sure if seungjoon's idea of fun matched up with his own. his stupid teenage hormones were rampaging through his stupid teenage brain at the mere notion of what seungjoon's idea of fun could entail.
it made him feel a little sick. this was seungjoon, his best friend, a boy.
hyojin didn't want to have those kinds of thoughts about seungjoon.
he looked through the telescope again.
seungjoon was still standing at the window, but he had a shirt on this time: white, oversized and skimming the tops of his thighs.
for some reason, it still made hyojin's face feel hot.
he was smiling, even though he couldn't see hyojin, and he was holding something. a piece of paper? hyojin adjusted the focus to see what it was.
it was a crude drawing of a pig with a human face and an arrow pointing to it, labeling it 'hyojinnie'.
hyojin let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding in a small huff.
"didja see it?" seungjoon rocked back on his heels, hyojin adjusted the telescope so he could see him again. he was smiling wide, looked so proud of his stupid drawing.
"yeah, i see it."
"pretty funny, huh?"
"that doesn't even look like me."
"oh come on, i got your moles down and everything!"
hyojin scoffed and rolled his eyes. "was that all you wanted to show me?"
"well… i can draw another one, if you want."
"no, i don't want."
"booo, you're so boring hyojinnie."
"i'll draw you then."
seungjoon whined, "no fair! i don't even have a telescope, i won't be able to see it."
hyojin didn't move, instead he stayed zoomed in on seungjoon's face as he pouted. "i'm making it so ugly," he lied, "it looks just like you."
seungjoon scrunched his face up, brows furrowed in annoyance, hyojin couldn't stop himself from smiling.
"this is possibly the ugliest thing i've ever seen."
he took it too far, hyojin always took it too far.
seungjoon's expression shifted, his face fell. he was quiet for a while, still looking out the window. but then his cheeks flushed and looked away, kicking his feet. "do you really think i'm that ugly?"
hyojin's heart jumped into his throat.
no, he wanted to say. no seungjoon, i think you're beautiful.
but he didn't.
"yeah," he said instead, watching as seungjoon's shoulders slumped, "–but only in the mornings."
seungjoon laughed weakly and looked out the window again with a small smile.
"yeah well, at least i don't smell as bad as you do in the mornings." hyojin scowled and zoomed into seungjoon's face again, watching him smirk.
"i can see hundreds of blackheads on your nose with this telescope."
seungjoon's smirk vanished and he covered his face with his hand, dropping the pig drawing.
"why are you zoomed in so far!" his voice cracked.
they ended up talking on the phone until midnight, until hyojin's sister busted in and tried to suffocate him with a pillow for waking her up with his giggling.
they made a habit of it, seungjoon would call and ask hyojin to look through the telescope at him while they talked. he would show hyojin stupid drawings or just chat in his usual animated way. seungjoon said it was more fun like that, said he liked knowing hyojin could see him. hyojin was glad seungjoon couldn't see him as well. he just hoped his voice didn't betray his resolve.
years passed,
things changed,
but seungjoon stayed.
through highschool and vocal lessons and auditions and acceptance into the same company. through the grueling trainee days to the thrill of debut.
seungjoon stayed.
and that feeling, the one hyojin got when he looked at the stars, when he looked at seungjoon; that stayed too.
it was eating him up inside, but by the time hyojin was finally ready to admit how he felt— seungjoon beat him to it.
since they were young, they made almost everything between them a competition. he supposed it only made sense then, that seungjoon would be competing for his heart as well.
it was shortly after their debut. seungjoon had dragged hyojin out for a night time walk, bribed him with ice cream from the convenience store, like when they were kids. they wandered the streets with no real destination in mind.
and seungjoon had just… blurted it out.
a confession of love seemingly out of nowhere, but it wasn't really out of nowhere. apparently they had both been dancing around their feelings for years.
the confession was messy, jumbled, awkward, painfully endearing— and it was seungjoon.
hyojin didn't know how to reply. all those years he had spent agonizing over what he would say, and then there he was, unable to think of a single god damned word.
he dragged seungjoon into a nearby alley and kissed him instead.
seungjoon understood him. he always did.
it was warm outside, terribly humid. seungjoon's shirt was damp at the back and it burned under hyojin's hands, but his mouth was cold from the ice cream. seungjoon tasted like vanilla and sweat.
hyojin would never forget the rush of adrenaline he felt when seungjoon actually kissed him back.
he pressed hyojin into the opposite wall. kissed him so hard and for so long that by the time he pulled away, both their lips were swollen.
they got some more ice cream on the way home to try and combat the swelling. it was mildly effective. yuto was still suspicious though. he gave them a knowing side eye as they stumbled into the dorm at two am with kiss bitten lips and flushed faces.
it didn't take long for them to come clean to the rest of the group.
well, it took changyoon accidentally walking in to see seungjoon sitting on hyojin's face... but they didn't keep things between them a secret for long.
surprisingly, nobody was really all that surprised; except changyoon. but that was more on account of the fact that he caught his best friends in the middle of a rimjob, and not so much the fact that they were in romantic love.
dating was a dangerous game in their industry, more dangerous still if you were gay, they had to be careful. it was good to know their entire group supported them and had their backs, that eased a bit of the tension hyojin felt.
he was, however, a chronic overthinker. hyojin worried about everything. he was especially worried about how he and seungjoon's relationship could come across on camera.
so he was careful to spurn his affections, avoid his touch and generally was a lot meaner to seungjoon on camera than the others.
really, it wasn't all that different to how they acted when they were back at the dorms. they both nagged at each other constantly and smacked each other around playfully. sometimes bordering on the edge of what could be considered a little rough, a little mean.
it was just that back at the dorms, they would also kiss about it after.
fuck about it sometimes too.
they didn't do any of that on camera. but it wasn't for seungjoon's lack of trying.
seungjoon was a menace, hyojin knew that before they got together, but he didn't quite know the depths of seungjoon's sexual appetite until he was on the receiving end of it. or the giving end of it… they switched it up a lot.
sure, he knew seungjoon could be shameless. they had been together for years, had done some pretty daring things in some pretty daring places; but this time it was different.
they were both back home for the holidays when it happened.
it was three days, just three days apart. they weren't even going to be that far from each other, seungjoon was literally right next door. they could hang out after they were done with family stuff.
they would have to go back to their respective homes to sleep though. it was hard to find a heterosexual excuse for having a sleepover with your best friend (who you lived with, saw every day, and who had a perfectly good bed right next door) when you were an adult.
after years of growing accustomed to sleeping curled together in the same single bed, seungjoon was finding the notion of sleeping alone horrifically lonely.
he made sure to complain about it to hyojin.
"why call it a holiday if i just suffer the entire time! it's hell, it's a helliday!" he whined through the phone.
he had called after dinner to talk for a bit. clearly spending six hours away from each other was already proving to be arduous for seungjoon.
"we can hang out tomorrow afternoon, i'm having breakfast with my family but i'm free until dinner."
"hyojinnie, it's terrible, we'll have no privacy. if you come here, my mom will be all over you and if i go over there, your sister will torment us." hyojin could hear the sheets crinkle as seungjoon writhed around on his bed. "three days is too long, let's get a hotel tomorrow night."
"we are not getting a hotel, the whole point of this vacation is to visit with family."
"but you are my familyyyyy," seungjoon said with an exaggerated whine.
hyojin bit his lip, smiling stupidly. "yah, you already spend practically every waking minute with me, spend some of it with your other family for once."
"jinnie… are you," seungjoon gasped, "are you getting bored of me?"
"you? never," hyojin chuckled as he stretched out on the bed. he heard seungjoon give a satisfied little hum. "could never get bored of you, joonie. you're too weird."
"you're weirder." seungjoon retorted with a huff.
"agree to disagree."
"i disagree with that too."
"well there's no pleasing you then i guess."
"well there could be, if you got us a hotel room tomorrow night..."
"seungjoon…"
"hyojin…"
hyojin pinched his brow, "i am not getting us a hotel room."
"wow, ok, fine. i guess i'll be the gentleman and pay for it then."
"no you won't," hyojin sighed in frustration, "because neither of us are going to a hotel tomorrow night."
"ok, what if we just... get one for a couple of hours…"
hyojin clenched his teeth, "seungjoon…"
"right right, we're idols, public image and all that…" seungjoon mumbled under his breath, "you prude."
"i am not a prude," hyojin frowned.
"then prove me wrong and take me to a seedy motel for seeeeeex."
"i'm hanging up the phone now."
seungjoon let out another loud whine. "hyojinnieeeeeeee noooooo! i'm so bored, don't hang up!"
"goodnight seungjoon..."
"don't abandon me dude, there's nothing to do here! i already got all caught up with my webtoons, i'm suffering."
hyojin looked over to his shelf, a small collection of comics sat there, slightly dusty and tucked in the corner. seungjoon still loved to read comics, that hadn't changed, just the genre. hyojin always preferred action, but seungjoon currently liked fucked up horror.
"you can borrow some of my old one piece comics tomorrow, if you want." he said with a laugh.
"god, i haven't read one piece since we were teens," seungjoon said wistfully. "we used to do that together all the time."
hyojin hummed. "remember that time i was grounded but you still tried to sneak over to read the latest issue with me."
"yeah, oh man, i remember your sister caught us and you got double grounded."
"i wouldn't have gotten double grounded if you had been able to shut up."
"you kept hitting me and it tickled!" hyojin could practically hear seungjoon pouting through the phone.
"it was fine we both got to read it that night anyways."
"we did?"
"yeah, remember? i took it home and we read it together… i laid down on my bed with the book held up and you used your telescope to read it with me, you told me when to turn the page with a laser pointer."
hyojin had completely forgotten about that, he was impressed at their past ingenuity. "wow, we really had a system down, didn't we?"
"well we had to get creative, we got grounded a bunch." it was quiet for a moment, hyojin heard seungjoon roll over with a grunt. "jinnie, this isn't working, i just miss you more now." he sounded muffled, probably had his face smooshed in the pillow. hyojin wished he could see him.
maybe he could.
hyojin looked over at his closet and stood up, wandered over and opened it to check inside. there, packed between boxes of his old stuff, was the telescope.
"hey speaking of that telescope…"
"oh my god! you still have it?" seungjoon squealed. "of course you have it, you keep everything… you sentimental bastard."
"i'm going to pretend i didn't hear that," hyojin grumbled as he dragged the telescope out across his room and tried to set it up by his window. thankfully he had his airpods in so he was able to use both hands.
seungjoon sighed happily, "i still remember the first time we used it together, do you?"
hyojin thought back to when he accidentally saw a skinny little sixteen year old seungjoon, shirtless in his room, and fumbled the telescope. he laughed, but it was choked and weird. "i… uh, never told you this, but that night, i looked over in your window before you called and i… i accidentally saw you changing."
seungjoon burst out laughing, "oh dinnie, that was no accident, i was counting on you seeing."
"w-wait really?" hyojin's grip on the telescope tightened. "i felt guilty about that for years dude, and you're telling me it was intentional?"
"of course you idiot. i've been in love with you since middle school."
"yeah but like…" hyojin uncapped the telescope and adjusted it to point at the building opposite. "i can't believe you did that, that's entrapment."
"entrapment?" seungjoon wheezed with a laugh, "well it worked didn't it?"
"of course you idiot." hyojin smiled and looked through the telescope. it was like muscle memory, he found seungjoon's room almost immediately. "you didn't have to entrap me though, i've been in love with you since middle school too."
"awe hyodinnie," seungjoon cooed, "it's too bad it took you forever to admit it."
"hey, in my defense, you're really hard to read and i didn't want to fuck it up. besides, everything worked out fine in the end, you still entrapped me or whatever."
"if i hadn't cracked first and spilled my guts i bet you would have never tried to kiss me."
"that's so unfair, i was going to tell you, you just beat me to it." seungjoon's blinds were open slightly and hyojin could see him in the window, peeking through. "i can see you now by the way."
"hyojin!" seungjoon gasped in mock offense, "i didn't give you permission to look into my window, you pervert." he was smiling his mischievous crooked smile. hyojin felt his chest tighten.
"first i'm a prude, now i'm a pervert. get your story straight, lee seungjoon."
seungjoon burst out laughing. his real laugh was something precious that hyojin wanted to keep for himself. when seungjoon laughed, his whole face lit up with it, sun beneath his skin. even in the dreary evening murk, seungjoon's smile cut through it all and shone brightly into hyojin's telescope.
"i don't see why you can't be both." seungjoon reached over and pulled up the blinds, opening his window entirely. without the blinds obscuring his body, hyojin could actually see what he was wearing.
he swallowed hard. "i see you're wearing your red shorts again."
"coincidentally, they're the same ones from highschool."
hyojin scoffed, "and you called me a sentimental bastard."
a sly smile curled seungjoon's lips, "never said that i wasn't as well." his hands traced over the bottom hem of the purple long sleeve shirt he wore. it was five sizes too big for him and hyojin recognized it immediately.
"hey, that's my shirt." he mumbled.
"you want it back? come get it." seungjoon raised his hand and crooked two fingers in a cheesy 'come hither' motion as provocation.
hyojin would never admit that it kinda worked, but it did. he groaned instead. "you know i can't do that, you can't control yourself and your parents are home."
"that's why you need to come over here and control me." seungjoon placed his outstretched hand on the window. "what if i do something bad?" he started lifting the bottom of the purple shirt up with his other hand. "who's going to stop me?" the edge rose higher, exposing his entire midriff. "who's going to put me in my place?"
hyojin groaned again but it was decidedly more pained. "jesus christ, seungjoon." just as soon as he started to get heated though, his blood ran cold. hyojin snapped back to himself with a panicked thought, "you need to be careful, what if someone sees you?"
seungjoon pulled back from the window and threw the shirt to the floor. "sees me doing… what exactly? changing in my own room?" he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his little red shorts and started to tug them down.
"wait," hyojin rasped, his voice was rough but firm. "leave them on."
"is this because you're afraid someone will see me, or because… " seungjoon let his last words hang in the airwaves between them.
hyojin swallowed hard, felt his throat click with the effort. "because i want to see you… in them." seungjoon gave him a smarmy smirk and hyojin grumbled. "don't be a dick, you know i like those shorts."
"like is a bit of an understatement, hyojin. you're obsessed." he moved his hands down into the shorts, began palming himself with a content little sigh. "that's alright, i like how you look at me in these shorts."
"yeah well, let's hope nobody else is looking at you right now either."
"oh hyodinnie, you think too much. don't be a buzzkill." seungjoon pouted as he pulled his hands out of the shorts and sat on the edge of his bed. he leaned back and spread his legs wide open. hyojin shifted the telescope down, the outline of seungjoon's growing erection clearly visible through the thin material.
"are we really doing this?" hyojin was trying to think rationally, but this was insane. seungjoon was insane, seungjoon was making him insane.
"do you know how many nights i thought about you, looking at me through that telescope?" seungjoon ran his hands slowly down his thighs and back up again, dragging the hem of the shorts higher, exposing more pale thigh. hyojin felt like he couldn't breathe. "do you know how many times i touched myself thinking about it?"
"no," hyojin whispered. his pants were getting tight, so he undid them. "why don't you tell me."
seungjoon's hands reached his crotch and he started to stroke himself over the fabric. his other hand kept traveling up to roam his chest.
hyojin knew seungjoon couldn't see him, but it felt like he could. he was somehow looking directly at him, making eye contact. even from an extreme distance, the heat of seungjoon's gaze didn't wane in the slightest. hyojin felt it burn through the telescope like he was an ant under a magnifying glass.
"i thought about you watching me while i touched myself." seungjoon hiccuped as he circled his fingertips around a nipple. "sometimes, i even left my light on when i did it. i sat right here, looking out the window at your building, wondering if you were looking at me– hoping that you were."
"i wasn't– i didn't." hyojin replied, a little breathless.
"you could've."
"doesn't matter, i am now."
hyojin adjusted the zoom of the telescope, honed in on the way seungjoon's long fingers delicately traced the dips of his collarbone. hyojin loved those fingers, he wanted them in his mouth. his own hand crept up, fingertips pressing insistently against his bottom lip.
he couldn't put seungjoon's fingers in his mouth, but maybe, if he played his cards right, he could put them in seungjoon's.
"your fingers…" he mumbled, a little shy.
seungjoon's smirk grew. "want me to suck on them?"
how the hell did he know? for a panicked moment, hyojin was afraid that maybe he voiced his inner thoughts out loud. "how did you... you read my mind?"
"naw, you're just predictable," seungjoon said with a breathy laugh.
hyojin pouted, "i resent that."
"do you?"
seungjoon leaned forward, wrapped his lips around the tips of his fingers and took them all the way to the base. his eyes fluttered closed as he continued to work them over. spit from his mouth pooled around his knuckles and dripped down his wrist. seungjoon knew how much hyojin liked it when he got sloppy.
"maybe i just resent you." hyojin tried to sound upset about it, but he was, unfortunately, way too turned on.
seungjoon's eyes rolled open and he bucked his hips into his hand. he slipped the fingers out of his mouth with a little wet noise and moaned, "fuck dinnie, i wish it was you."
the whispered words hit hyojin like a kick to the guts.
hyojin's hand was already down his own pants, fumbling around in his damp underwear. he was trying not to touch himself too much, he really should give seungjoon the attention he deserved, but it was so god damn difficult. he wanted to just let go and fuck into his fist with reckless abandon as he watched seungjoon take himself apart through the lense.
he tried to rationalize with himself that it would be better to observe than indulge. he needed to focus on seungjoon for as long as he was able so he could properly hoard this precious memory for safe keeping. tuck it away in the cave of his mind like a really horny dragon or whatever. who knew when they would get to do something like this again.
his neck was starting to cramp from the weird angle he was positioned in. hyojin managed to rip his eyes away for a second to stretch it out. he wheeled his desk chair over, kicked his pants off and sat down; repositioning himself more comfortably.
by the time he looked back into the telescope, seungjoon had already pulled his cock out. hyojin bit back a groan at the sight. seungjoon's mouth was hanging open, chest flushed and heaving as he stroked himself down with a wet hand.
hyojin wished to god he had lube. unfortunately, when he packed for the trip, he didn't have enough foresight to bring any. he made a mental note to get some tomorrow, until then he made due with spitting into his hand. the sound of it had seungjoon gasping, hand faltering over his cock.
"dinnie, dinnie, are you watching me? are you touching yourself too?" seungjoon looked up at the window, eyes glassy and vacuous. hyojin wanted so badly to touch him it felt like a physical pain.
"yeah." was all hyojin managed to whisper. his throat was dry and tight. maybe seungjoon was right, maybe this really was a helliday. hyojin sure felt like he was in hell. he was already sweating, burning alive, seungjoon whimpering in his ear and writhing in front of his eyes– but hyojin couldn't touch him.
it was the world's worst optical illusion. seungjoon looked so close, like hyojin could reach out and grab his trembling thigh– but he couldn't. seungjoon was actually hundreds of meters away in a building across the street. they were separated by concrete walls and social obligations. hyojin wanted to scream.
he settled for biting his lip and tightening his fist, working himself over harder, more aggressively, a pace to match his growing frustration.
seungjoon clambered up onto the bed and shoved his little red shorts down. he pulled one leg free and left the shorts hooked around an ankle. he leaned back on an elbow and braced his feet on the mattress as he began fucking up into his hand.
"dinnie, ahh– fuck. it f-feels different with you watching." seungjoon threw his head back and moaned, "i can feel you watching, feels s-so good."
"you're being too loud seungjo–"
"i can't stop, i can't," he whined, shaking his head back and forth and bucking into his fist. "w-wanted this for years, dinnie."
hyojin laughed in disbelief, "you're crazy."
seungjoon just smiled and flopped back on the bed, all hyojin could see now was his spread legs and rolling hips, hand a blur as it worked over his cock.
"what else?" seungjoon murmured, letting his knees fall further open.
"you're also so fucking hot," hyojin hissed as he picked up his own pace, he was dangerously close. "you know, it actually pisses me off, how hot you are."
a choked sob caught in seungjoon's throat. "w-what're you gonna do about it?"
hyojin had a few ideas.
"tomorrow–" he paused to spit into his hand before grabbing himself again, "tomorrow i'm going to bribe my sister to take our parents out to brunch."
hyojin watched as seungjoon's fist tightened and his knees started to draw together.
"then, i'm going to drag you over here," he growled, the sound of seungjoon gasping in his ear was almost too much.
"then– then joonie, i'm going to blow your fucking back out."
"oh– oh, dinnie. yes. p-please, yes, i want that."
"you want me to blow off my family, just to blow out your back?" hyojin snapped, a little mean.
"yes!"
seungjoon's knees were now touching, bowing together. hyojin knew he was close.
he drew in a deep breath and then spoke, voice dipped low, "you're so selfish seungjoon."
seungjoon gasped, "s'that all i am?" his legs were trembling, hyojin wanted to see more.
"sit up for me, look at the window." he commanded.
seungjoon scrambled to attention. one leg hanging off the bed, the other one, with the shorts around the ankle, propped up on it. his hand was gripped tight to the base of his painfully hard erection, he must have been close when hyojin stopped him.
hyojin liked the rush of power he felt knowing he was in control. that power, it was a seductive feeling, hyojin wanted more.
"you seem to be fishing for it, so why don't you tell me? what are you seungjoon?"
a fresh flush bloomed high on seungjoon's cheeks. "i… i'm… " he looked away from the window and bit his lip. "i like it better when you say it," seungjoon mumbled.
"are you actually getting shy?" hyojin laughed incredulously.
"it's embarrassing. what if someone hears me?" seungjoon whined, tucking his chin to his chest and looking up through his sweaty bangs.
"you need to say it first, joonie," hyojin's voice was a rough, raw whisper. he had slowed his hand to a near standstill but it didn't do much to stop his impending orgasm. "how else will i know what you want me to call you?"
seungjoon kept worrying his lip between his teeth. he looked up again, the hand on his cock started moving slowly, all the way up to the tip and squeezing. he was flushed, from the high points of his ears down to his little toes, curling against the bedspread. seungjoon brought his other hand to his face and covered his mouth slightly.
"i'm a slut." he mumbled, blushing inexplicably more.
hyojin grinned, began stroking himself with a firmer grip. "sorry, didn't hear that."
seungjoon scowled at him before moving his hand away from his face. he brought it down to rub over the head of his cock while the other worked the shaft. his eyes rolling back into his head.
"i'm a s-slut." he whimpered.
"yeah, you're a slut all right," hyojin whispered venomously.
seungjoon moaned, "only for you hyojin, always for you."
"fuck, joonie–" hyojin felt like he had all the air knocked out of him. his cock throbbing in his hand. "you're mine," he growled, "my slut."
seungjoon came spectacularly.
both hands gripped tight, jerking himself through it. he made a mess; cum spurting out so hard it hit the window. his whole body seized up, breath caught in his throat as he gasped, choking on a moan he tried to quiet.
hyojin came immediately after.
came so hard he saw spots, cigarette burns on a film reel, disrupting his vision. he was trying to look at seungjoon, to keep his eyes open the entire time, but his body protested. he blinked away the phantom shapes and looked back into the telescope.
seungjoon's head was thrown back, lean lines of his neck accentuated with the strain. he moaned again, low and in the back of his throat. another spurt of cum dribbled out weakly, rolling down his hands.
"fuck–" hyojin whispered as his own cock twitched in his fist. hyojin had made quite the mess himself. cum streaked across the hardwood floor and onto his discarded pants. that was going to be a bitch to clean up later. he decided not to worry about it yet, opting instead to keep ogling seungjoon through the telescope.
seungjoon gave him a sheepish smile and held his hands up like he was surrendering. they were absolutely filthy. it made the arousal kick hard in hyojin's guts just to see it.
he wondered how risky it would be to go for round two.
those filthy fingers made their way to seungjoon's filthy mouth and he sucked them down two at a time. the way his mouth stretched around his knuckles was obscene; spit and cum pooling at the edges of his lips. hyojin felt his poor cock start filling out again from the show.
"seungjoon–" hyojin let out a tortured moan, "don't start something if you're not gonna finish."
seungjoon popped two slippery fingers out of his mouth, "wait, you didn't finish?" he said with a pout.
"no, no i did, but… " hyojin groaned as seungjoon stuffed two new fingers into his mouth. "i'm getting hard again."
"how's that my problem?" there was a string of saliva connecting his hand to his spit slicked lips. seungjoon idly rubbed his sticky fingers together and smirked evilly.
hyojin was going to make it his problem, until a loud knocking on his door had him nearly jumping out of his skin.
"HYOJIN! come outta there, mom wants to watch a movie!" his sister's bassy voice boomed through the door.
"a-alright! just a minute!" hyojin scrambled to kick his cum covered pants under the bed and grab a fresh pair of pajamas.
another loud bang on his door, "you better not be jerking off!"
hyojin spluttered as seungjoon giggled in his ears, "w-what! i wasn't! shut up! don't be weird."
"says the one who's jerking off in his family home." seungjoon let out a loud peel of laughter and hyojin tore one of his air pods off and threw it on his bed.
"i'm not– i wasn't jerking off!" he threw his sweaty shirt on the floor and stepped on it to wipe up the rest of the cum.
"ok, well, hurry up or i'll start the movie without you."
"whatever, go away!"
"don't be such a little bitch hyojin. come hang out with mom, she misses you."
"i am not a little bitch!" hyojin whined angrily.
seungjoon snickered, "i dunno hyojin, you kinda sound like a little bitch right now."
"i will fucking end you." hyojin hissed under his breath.
his sisters slammed her fist against the door again, "what'd you say?"
"i-i said, be right there!"
"that's what i thought..."
hyojin held his breath as he listened to her walk away from his room. he let it out in a loud wheeze when he figured the coast was clear.
"well, that's one way to kill a boner," seungjoon laughed.
"yeah, laugh it up. it won't be so funny later when i finally get my hands on you."
"oooooh, dinnie!" seungjoon cooed at him,
"you know i love it when you threaten me~"
"you're sick." hyojin scowled as he threw on a new shirt. "you need help."
"you offering?"
"maybe. maybe tomorrow i can finally fuck some manners into you."
"hey, i have manners, it's tact that i lack. well, that and shame." seungjoon was rustling around on his end, probably cleaning himself off and changing. "though, i don't think you can fuck shame into me. you could try though, if you wanted. it sounds like fun."
"i got enough shame for both of us, it's fine."
seungjoon laughed again and hyojin felt his chest tighten with it. "did you really mean what you said earlier?"
"what? that you're a slut?"
"no, not– jesus. what you said about blowing off family brunch tomorrow so we could hang out."
"fuck yes i meant it." hyojin hopped around trying to pull his pants up. "i figure if i watch this movie tonight," he succeeded in getting them on and walked over to the telescope to peek through it again, "tomorrow i can say i'm too tired to go out." seungjoon was back in his little red shorts, wiping the cum off his window with a shirt. he was really just smearing it around and making a bigger mess. hyojin laughed at his expense. "good luck cleaning that off."
seungjoon scowled at him through the window, "are you watching me again? don't you have a movie to see and a sister to bribe?"
"what happened to wanting to talk? to missing me so bad?"
"honestly? i'm already kinda sick of your shit dude."
hyojin laughed again, until he realized the shirt seungjoon was currently using as a cum rag was his. "you better wash my shirt tomorrow."
"i was actually planning to leave it like this, let it get nice and crusty. a precious memento." seungjoon spat on the window and kept wiping it. it was mildly more effective.
hyojin made a gagging noise, "god you're disgusting. why do i put up with you?"
"i think, and correct me if i'm wrong here, but it's because you love me." seungjoon gave up trying to clean and flopped back onto his bed.
"i dunno… that sounds kinda gay."
"well if the shoe fits…" seungjoon paused to hum thoughtfully, "actually that's a horrible turn of phrase for you, all your shoes are 3 sizes too big."
"shut up," hyojin scoffed, turning away to look for his phone in the covers of his bed.
"all your clothes are three sizes too big as well, what's up with that huh?"
"it's comfortable. not everyone likes wearing stupid little red shorts that leave nothing to the imagination."
seungjoon gasped, "but you said you loved my shorts!"
"i do, doesn't mean they aren't stupid though."
"do you even love me at all, kim hyojin?" seungjoon said through a pout.
hyojin laughed again, "i do, doesn't mean you aren't stupid though." he pocketed his phone and double checked to make sure all the cum was gone from the floor.
seungjoon huffed, "yeah, well, you love a stupid person so that makes you just as stupid, stupid."
"i guess that makes you double stupid because you're a stupid person who loves a stupid person."
"never said i loved you."
hyojin gasped with mock outrage, "you don't?!"
"right now? not really. i'd love to kick your ass though." hyojin could hear seungjoon rustling the covers of his bed.
"i think that still counts as a type of love."
"shut up," seungjoon yawned.
"ok then, see you tomorrow bright and early." hyojin looked through the telescope one last time, seungjoon was snuggled into the blankets like a little burrito. his lights were off but his phone screen was illuminating his face. "you better do some stretching before, because i am not going easy on you."
"yeah yeah, big talk for an old man."
hyojin pouted. "i'm hardly a year older than you…"
"and yet… you are a geriatric."
"we'll see whos the geriatric tomorrow when i fuck you so hard you need a cane to walk."
before seungjoon could throw in a witty retort, hyojin's sister screamed from down the hall, "HYOJIN, HURRY UP, WE'RE STARTING THE MOVIE."
"i think that's your cue to end the call, casanova," seungjoon chuckled.
"right. goodnight seungjoon." hyojin paused by the window, looking up at the star speckled sky before mumbling, "i love you."
seungjoon made a pleased little sound, "goodnight dinnie, i love you too." he then made a bunch of disgusting kissing sounds and laughed before ending the call.
hyojin's heart swelled in his chest like over cooked ramen. he felt all warm and gooey. seungjoon had that effect on him. for as long as he could remember seungjoon in his life, he could remember having these big feelings; so vast, just like the infinite cosmos that stretched out before him.
space, it was a thrilling thing– but so was loving lee seungjoon.
after all the years they spent together and everything they shared, he still found seungjoon absolutely captivating.
the stars were out, lighting up the night sky; and even through the light pollution of the city, they were beautiful. millions of light-years away and still somehow so bright. they reminded him of seungjoon's smile through the telescope. despite all that distance between them he still shone through to hyojin like a star.
hyojin had grown up, he'd changed, but he still loved space, and he still loved seungjoon. two constants in his life that he was sure he'd watch forever.
there was something enchanting about the night just like there was something enchanting about seungjoon.
seungjoon was a star– his star,
and hyojin was happily caught in his orbit.