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Summer is disgusting in Chanhee’s opinion. The sweltering heat and the lack of moisture in the air make Chanhee feel like he can’t breathe as he trudges through the street. Kevin’s house is a ten minute walk but it feels like it’s over an hour. There’s not a single cloud in the sky to protect Chanhee from the sun, not a single breeze of the wind to help him escape the heat.
Kevin lives on the sixth floor of this building. Chanhee enters through the doors. Inside is cooler, but not less stifling due to the lack of air circulating the building. He needs the air conditioning. The sweet release of cold air that is Kevin’s apartment.
It’s not even the hottest day on record, Chanhee reminds himself. The worst is yet to come with a heatwave expected to last two weeks. It’s the worst time ever for Chanhee’s air conditioning to break down and for his lazy as fuck landlord to be out of the city. They won’t pay to get it fixed without looking at it first. Chanhee describes the suffering as hell and thankfully his best friend doesn’t live that far away.
You’re always welcome here to cool down. Just let yourself in.
Chanhee contemplates sleeping at Kevin’s place sometimes when the heat is just that bad.
Kevin’s not in his usual space on the sofa when Chanhee enters. It’s oddly quiet. He kicks his shoes off by the door and closes it behind him. He’s half-tempted to shout out for his friend until he hears him giggling away in the bedroom.
Oh? Chanhee grins. He clicks his tongue and arches an eyebrow as he listens closer. Does Kevin have a visitor?
Normally Chanhee is the last person to intrude on his friend’s conquests. But it’s summer, the heat is sweltering—so there’s no way he’s going to turn around and leave them to it. Plus… Kevin hasn’t gotten any action longer than Chanhee has. He’s curious to see who has finally broken the dry spell.
Chanhee can’t discern the other voice as he edges closer but there are definitely two of them. Kevin mutters something incomprehensible, the bed springs move and Chanhee knocks on the door to break it up.
“I’m coming in!” He announces. But not even a second later, Chanhee is swinging the door open and grinning like a winner into Kevin’s bedroom.
To Chanhee’s surprise, Kevin’s fully dressed. On top of his bed. With a stranger?
Chanhee eyes him up and damn, he’s handsome. Beach blonde hair that curls at the tips, a sharp jawline, cheeky grin. His eyes are wide back at Chanhee as one of them hits pause on the game that they’re playing.
Chanhee blinks once, and then twice. “Who’s your…friend?”
“Friend?” Kevin laughs. There’s a ball growing in Chanhee’s throat the longer he goes without an answer. He’s trying to place this guy’s face.
Is he familiar? Something in his eyes tells Chanhee that he is. But no, Chanhee would certainly remember somebody that hot if they’d met before. His sun-kissed skin is barely covered by a thin, white, sleeveless tank top. Gray shorts ride up on his toned thighs. Chanhee swears he came over here to escape the heat, but now hotness is drumming up his collar and gripping him around his neck.
Kevin ruffles the blonde boy's hair, messing it up to show his browning roots and they grin a toothy smile. Chanhee’s world is about to crumble down. "You remember my brother, Eric."
“What?” Chanhee moves like he’s been punched in the gut. Eric huffs a laugh at the obvious disbelief in Chanhee’s tone. “ Eric? ”
There is no way that this hot piece of work in front of him is Eric. Kevin’s younger brother. The longer Chanhee stares, the less it can be. “You mean that greasy, scrawny kid that always came home covered in dirt? That Eric?”
“One and only,” Eric pipes up. There’s an edge to his voice that pushes the air out of Chanhee’s lungs. Eric sits up on his brother’s bed and lets his eyes roam over Chanhee. He’s drinking him in; having far too much with Chanhee’s reaction than he should be. “I scrubbed up well, didn’t I?”
“All right, all right.” Kevin pushes his brother. He smacks his toned shoulder, doing minimal damage as Eric doesn’t even flinch. Eric keeps his eyes firmly on Chanhee and even has the audacity to run his tongue over his teeth. Chanhee shivers. Oh, that wasn’t a shiver—but Chanhee isn’t going to acknowledge that yet. “You buff up, dye your hair blonde, learn how to shower and suddenly you’re hot shit.”
Chanhee isn’t focusing on anything other than Eric right now. And sadly, Eric is focusing straight back at him. Eric raises an eyebrow in agreement with his brother’s words and Chanhee finds every ounce of strength in him to pull his eyes away. “Not that hard when the bar was pretty low,” Chanhee makes a jab to save his pride. Eric’s onto him. Wait no—there’s nothing for Eric to be on to .
So he got hot, so what? That’s Kevin’s brother. His best friend’s brother . The unwritten rules are there: don’t look and don’t touch. Chanhee likes to think he respects his best friend enough to abide by that.
…Except Chanhee doesn’t realize he’s staring again until Eric tilts his head and breaks his stare. Chanhee coughs awkwardly. “What are you guys playing?”
“Mario Kart,” Kevin answers. He waves the controller out to Chanhee and offers it. “Wanna play?”
“Yeah, hyung ,” Eric chimes. There’s a subtle undertone in his voice that makes Chanhee feel on edge. “Come play with me.”
Kevin’s apartment isn’t perfect for avoiding Eric, it’s small and compact—but Chanhee isn’t trying to do that. That’s his best friend’s brother, he can at least be civil. He’s got a sibling of his own that Kevin is hardly that close to. It isn’t necessary for their friendship. Sure, Eric isn’t that far off their age, and sure, they have some common interests. But Chanhee isn’t there to see Eric when he enters Kevin’s apartment.
Although, it is becoming a slight bonus nowadays.
Eric is hot, there’s no secret about it. Even Kevin hypes up his brother from time to time, but Eric’s ego speaks for itself. It’s a quiet aura around him but it’s strong and secure. He wears skimpy shirts nearly every time Chanhee is present. Chanhee would be lying if he said he doesn’t enjoy the view.
But there is something niggling away at the back of his mind. The past couple of days, Eric has been testing his patience. At least that’s how Kevin would put it.
Chanhee isn't dumb, he knows when he’s being flirted with. Eric’s brave enough to drop a line of two in front of his brother; it’s usually met with a scoff from both of them but it doesn’t deter him.
Kevin’s told Chanhee he just needs to get it out of his system.
“Ever since he’s gone away to college he thinks he’s hot shit.” Kevin types in his apartment door passcode. Chanhee doesn’t answer. There’s nothing he can add to it.
‘Yeah, because he is hot shit?’ Is probably it but he has a feeling Kevin wouldn’t appreciate that.
Chanhee clutches a DIY packet of bubble tea and an ice cup between his hands. It’s their favorite treat but it’s too hot to physically walk back from the store without all the ice melting. So they opted to get a pre-made mix in a packet from the convenience store and then retreat back home to watch a movie in peace.
“Eric?” Kevin calls as he opens the door. He holds the same dried packet of bubble tea and an ice cup in one hand. Chanhee enters behind him and sees Eric’s hand crawl along the top of the sofa as he lifts himself up. Chanhee’s heart jumps into his throat, pounding behind his teeth as Eric’s frame comes into his vision. “Jesus Christ,” Kevin complains in English.
Eric is practically naked. Almost. A thin pair of gray underwear hides his modesty—what little he has left of it. Toned abs tense as he twists his body to look over the sofa toward his brother and best friend. His eyes firmly on Chanhee as he smirks knowingly. “You’re back early.”
“Put on a shirt or something.” Kevin slams the door behind Chanhee. Too bad he can’t close Chanhee’s mouth. He’s staring agape at Eric, jaw down, mouth catching flies. Kevin apparently can’t see it, but Eric doesn’t miss a thing. “Nobody wants to see you naked here.”
“I don’t know, Chanhee seems to like it.”
Chanhee bursts into a defensive laugh. “Who, me?” He chuckles nervously. Kevin continues to the kitchen, taking Chanhee’s empty ice cup from his hands on the way. Eric pulls himself up until he’s standing and Chanhee wishes he could tear his eyes away. “You wish.” He gulps to try and salvage his pride.
“Maybe I do.” Eric winks. Chanhee’s just came in from the heat but already he can feel it creeping back up his spine and spreading onto his face.
Eric’s so ridiculously hot and he knows it. Confidence is Chanhee’s kryptonite.
“Ugh,” Kevin scoffs from the kitchen. His disgusted reaction gets a head turn from Eric and Chanhee can finally breathe. Eric’s waist narrows down to his hips and Chanhee can see the curve of every muscle on his back. If he didn’t know any better he could swear that Eric is flexing.
Eric takes some steps away from the sofa and slowly heads towards Kevin’s bedroom before pausing.
“Don’t flirt with my friends, dude. That’s gross as fuck,” Kevin warns him. Chanhee can’t understand English, but he probably should be grateful for whatever Kevin said.
Eric doesn’t answer. He lingers around the doorframe and pulls out his tongue at his brother's back. He’s still childish—but in a more attractive, more dangerous way than before. Chanhee half-hazardly grins in early victory only to have Eric turn his attention back to him. He sticks his tongue out, bearing his canines slightly as he wrinkles up his nose and winks at Chanhee.
It’s gross. It should be disgusting—that’s Kevin’s younger brother but Chanhee finds himself shivering for another reason instead.
As the bedroom door closes with Eric behind it, Kevin turns back around. “What are you doing?”
Chanhee realizes he’s still standing near the front door. A jolt of electricity runs through him—worry that Kevin has caught onto his feelings. Kevin waves a straw at Chanhee. “Go and sit down.”
Chanhee quietly does as he’s told.
Eric shouldn’t get under Chanhee’s skin as easily as he did.
Maybe it’s the low key flirting or maybe Chanhee is touch starved. Maybe Eric’s glow-up is really just that good and Chanhee is a sucker for a hot face and a pretty smile. None of that should account for something because he’s still Kevin’s brother. Kevin’s younger brother. Kevin’s younger brother that Chanhee’s been fantasizing about.
Maybe Chanhee is looking too much into this…
“Eric!” Kevin shouts so loudly it makes Chanhee jump. Eric doesn’t answer, he rarely does with his brother, but Kevin knows that he’s listening. “We’re gonna watch a movie! Come on!”
Only seconds after calling does Eric re-emerge lazily dressed in a tank top and shorts.
Eric coming back from college never used to be a problem. He used to go to their parents’ house. Chanhee never saw him, Kevin visited him on weekends—perfect. Chanhee’s life had balance and everything had its place. Except now, Eric is staying in Kevin’s place. And Chanhee’s world is upside down.
This is not the same Eric that Chanhee remembers as a kid. For as long as he has been friends with Kevin, Eric had always been in tow. He was an outdoorsy kid; always covered in mud, with scraped knees and a missing baby tooth. Even as a teen, Eric was a brittle kind of resilient. He spent hours outdoors, catching bugs and playing baseball.
Chanhee and Kevin much preferred staying indoors. In the dark, watching old movies and drawing whatever came to their minds.
Chanhee and Kevin left for college and by the time they got back it was Eric’s turn to go. They were always missing each other it seemed. Though Chanhee didn’t care enough about Eric to go out of his way to see him.
But now, it’s different.
“Why aren’t you staying at your parents’ house again?” Chanhee hums from the sofa. Eric is rummaging in the freezer, Kevin is next to him making drinks. Chanhee keeps his attention solely focused on his cell phone, scrolling aimlessly—doing his best to avoid looking at Eric.
He doesn’t even know why he does it. Chanhee’s seen plenty of handsome men in his lifetime. He can cope with this.
Just none of them happen to be his best friend’s brother.
And none of them are standing right in front of him now.
“Why? Desperate to get rid of me?” Eric pulls him away from his scrolling. Chanhee jumps—in his bid to completely ignore Eric’s presence he has managed to ignore Eric ‘sneaking up on him’. In other words, Eric is leaning over Chanhee’s slender figure, hips forward as he offers Chanhee the popsicle in his hand. “Want one?”
Chanhee’s mouth is watering and not because of the popsicle. The angle of Eric’s jaw is even sharper underneath it. His eyes are teasing, and that thin shirt covering his chest is practically see through. “No thanks.” Chanhee gulps down his spit.
Eric grins again and drops himself right in the center of the sofa. His weight shifts Chanhee closer to him and Chanhee quickly scrambles to hold onto the armrest in a bid for freedom. He’s not as smooth as he once thought. Eric is aware of his every move.
“Our parents are renovating their house so they’re staying with our grandparents.” Kevin chimes in. He carries two drinks over and places one beside Chanhee on the table. “So he’s going to annoy me for the next three weeks.”
Kevin plops himself down on the end and sandwiches Eric in the middle. Chanhee curls his feet up to try and create space. “Move over,” Kevin mutters in English to his brother. Eric wastes no time cozying himself up in Chanhee’s space. “That’s better.”
Chanhee can’t concentrate on whatever movie Kevin has put on. It sounds dramatic. It’s probably horror, and although that’s not Chanhee’s favorite, he’d be more willing to stare blankly at the screen than to glance sideways at Eric.
Chanhee wishes he could concentrate on the screen, he prays to god and he wishes. There’s a niggling sound in Chanhee’s right ear that’s beckoning for his attention and Chanhee glances down at the phone in his lap as a distraction.
It’s a lie to himself. He uses that distraction to look at Eric from the side.
In the corner of his eye Eric sits and watches the screen. Hand wrapped around the popsicle stick, lips teetering on the edge of the ice. He taps it to his lips a couple of times. Surely that must be sticky, Chanhee thinks. He furrows his eyebrows as Eric uses the tip of the popsicle to draw his lower lip open and slip the sweet treat inside.
Oh, Chanhee shouldn’t be feeling this. The warmth bubbling away in his stomach as Eric’s tongue flickers over the frozen sweet. It coats his pinkish lips in a translucent orange and he wraps his lips around it to lap up the juice.
Chanhee’s not as slick as he seems. Eric glances sideways and gives him a wink.
The visceral reaction Chanhee has makes him jump. Kevin chuckles—assuming Chanhee got a fright at some part of the movie on TV. Well, Chanhee got a fright all right.
His eyes flicker back to the blank phone screen on his lap. He could fake that he’s getting a call and head to the bathroom to cool down but that would be too obvious. So instead he sits and bears with it. His hands form fists as he tries to repress his urges. He thinks he’s doing so well until Eric starts to noisily suck around the popsicle to try and draw his attention back.
“Eat quietly.” Kevin’s foot shoves Eric from the opposite side. It makes Eric glug down whatever spit and melted popsicle juice he has at the back of his throat. It’s grotesque— and Chanhee hates that he knows the true intentions behind it. “Were you raised by dogs?” Kevin adds in English. Whatever Eric says back is in English too and he’s thankful that he can’t understand it.
He calms himself down; pressing his elbow into the armrest of the sofa and heavily leaning his weight onto it. Eric's flirting isn’t as innocent as it seems anymore.
A week later and it’s the hottest day of summer; Chanhee is miserable. He barely slept, he tossed and turned and begged his fan which was blowing lukewarm air to magically cool down somehow. He trudges his feet down the sticky tarmac road and begins to think that hell couldn't be this hot.
Sweat pours off him even just after ten minutes. The elevator can’t come quick enough and Chanhee presses his hands against the cold metal inside. It’s minimal relief as he weighs up the pros and cons of pressing the rest of his skin against it. There’s a camera in the elevator, it’s probably riddled with filth. Ultimately, he decides against it and before he knows it, the door is opening up to the sixth floor and Chanhee is stumbling down to Kevin’s apartment.
He punches in the door code and is met with a wave of heat. Kevin mustn’t be home, his apartment is boiling hot like stepping into a sauna. Chanhee chokes on the stagnant smell of whatever air freshener Kevin has sprayed—it smells loosely like lavender and cotton.
“Kevin?” Chanhee receives no answer. He closes the door behind him and looks around. The curtains are drawn to help keep the sun out. The TV is off but there’s condensation on a drink left on the table. Wherever he is, he hasn’t gone far. “Are you here?”
Kevin’s apartment is tiny—simply an open living room and kitchen with a bedroom next door. His bathroom is only accessible through his bedroom, and Chanhee thinks that’s the most likely place he’s going to find Kevin. Usually he can hear Kevin singing in the shower, but maybe he’s too tired today.
Chanhee lets himself into Kevin’s room like it’s nobody’s business. They’re both used to it. They shared a room at college and saw each other in all sorts of different states. Chanhee hears the water running and searches around for the aircon remote.
He turns it on and stretches into the air as he welcomes the cool air. He lifts his shirt away from his skin in a further attempt to cool down as he hears the bathroom door click open.
“My stupid landlord said he might come over next week to fix the system. So I should be out of your hair by then,” Chanhee says into the air. He doesn’t get an answer, and it does raise suspicion but not enough for Chanhee to be concerned about it.
Feet shuffle behind him and Chanhee tosses his phone on the bed, ready to follow next to it. “Wanna watch another movie today? I was thinking something comedy—“
As he turns there is a rush of blonde hair in his face.
“Eric?” Chanhee jumps out of his skin. His heart is thumping at the back of his throat as Eric stands shirtless and wet before him.
Eric minimally laughs in a shrug as his hair drips wet down his back. “Did I scare you?”
“ No .” Is Chanhee’s immediate response; but it doesn’t match his expression exactly. Eric grins, raises his eyebrows and turns to face Chanhee. And finally he falters. “Yes. Where’s Kevin?”
“Some friend of his called. Said they need Kevin to help them pick something up. He’ll be back in an hour.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Why? Trying to judge how much time we’ve got?” Eric lowers his voice into a seductive tone and it makes Chanhee stiffen.
He’s hot. Chanhee knows it and Eric knows it, too. There’s no denying it. The cut of his hips fades under the towel wrapped around them and Chanhee drags his eyes back to Eric’s face at every possible opportunity. If Eric is going to play games, so will Chanhee. Sadly, he’s underestimated how competitive Eric can be. “You’re coming across more desperate than cool.”
“Am I wrong?” Eric moves closer. Chanhee has to stand his ground, he can’t back down now. Eric’s hair looks darker when it’s wet, Chanhee counts the strands and does anything to avoid his eyes wandering downward. Eric nods at himself when he realizes it. “I can see you looking.”
“No, I’m not.” Chanhee’s voice breaks. He curses himself. He’s usually so strong, what is it about Eric that has him feeling so weak?
“Yes, you are. You can admit it.”
Chanhee chews on his lip to hold back his smile. Eric is toying with him, and Chanhee is losing . Eric’s grin makes Chanhee chuckle in defeat and he finally breaks. “Okay, you’re hot. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you happy now?”
“Yeah? You like what you see?” He presses even closer to Chanhee.
Chanhee wants to back up but his calves reach the bed. Eric’s eyes are all over him, drinking him up and making his gut churn. “Stop,” he says almost shyly. It’s pathetic and insulting to his dignity. God, Chanhee used to be strong. He used to have morals. He’s quickly throwing them all out of the window while Eric stares right through his soul.
“Wanna see more?” Eric’s hair drips onto his chest. Chanhee hates that his eyes follow the droplet as it courses down his skin. Everything about Eric is so tempting. He manages to pull himself away before it reaches his navel, but still, Eric is pushing his limits.
“What? No,” Chanhee chuckles unconvincingly. He’s stuttering now, his vindication crumbling with every second that passes.
“Look at me.” Eric touches his arm. Chanhee pulls away on instinct and shakes his head.
“No.” His tone isn’t serious and Eric knows it.
Eric pulls Chanhee’s wrist once more and this time Chanhee doesn’t resist. Drawing his fingers on the edge of the towel that covers his hips, Eric holds him still and Chanhee can't catch his breath. “Look. Look.”
His voice is seductive and Chanhee wants to give in. God, he wishes this wasn’t his best friend’s brother. Eric is so fucking hot and his confidence is attractive. The two of them are toying with the tension in the room as Chanhee chuckles and shakes his head.
“ No ,” he laughs harder to try and will himself out of this mess. He's desperately failing. He would be drowning if Eric didn't have hold of him.
Eric’s thumb unfurls the material from below his waist and it drops to the ground.
And with it, Chanhee’s eyes.
The laugh Chanhee lets out is telling. He looked—and got pranked by Eric’s black shorts underneath the towel. He lets go of Chanhee’s hand and allows him to pull away but this time Chanhee doesn’t. His fingers stay dancing against Eric’s toned skin, skimming his stomach just above his pants line.
“I caught you looking!” Eric calls him out. They’re both smiling, laughing but the tension remains. Chanhee doesn’t want to say it: he wants Eric to fuck him so bad that it’s driving him insane.
“No, I didn’t!” Chanhee laughs back. His mouth screams that he’s insulted by the accusation but his eyes show Eric he’s bluffing. They’re alluring to him—they always have been. Ever since Eric caught him off guard the first time they met after years of not seeing each other, Eric’s had his sights set on Chanhee.
Eric squeezes Chanhee’s hand and holds it closer in his. “Yes, you did. I saw you!”
The squeeze of warm skin against Chanhee is enough to steal the air from his lungs. “Listen. Look at me. Look,” Eric mutters to him with a nod. Chanhee doesn’t know why, but he does.
Eric is dangerously close to him, breath mixing as Chanhee muses over his face. His eyes darken, water runs down his cheek and Chanhee is tempted to touch it. Eric presses his lips into a line and takes a gulp before replacing it with a quirked, sideways grin. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
The seconds blend together as Eric leans in for a kiss. It’s gentle and soft. He treats Chanhee like he’s made of glass—so delicate that he may break. A slither of tongue against Chanhee’s lips makes him sigh and pull Eric in closer. Their hands un-entwine and Eric takes hold of Chanhee’s hips. It’s very far from what Chanhee expected. All of the tension and flirtatious conversation is converted into something so sensual and soothing. Eric’s lips are soft and inviting and soon Chanhee is wanting more.
Eric presses his tongue in and it makes Chanhee moan. Hands squeeze Chanhee’s hips and press up to his waist. It pulls his shirt up his clammy skin until Eric’s rough fingers meld into it, and Chanhee jumps at the contact and breaks the kiss. Before Eric completely loses him, he takes Chanhee’s bottom lip between his teeth and sucks on it firmly.
“Fuck,” Chanhee moans as his eyes flit back. Eric grins to himself and courses his hands down onto Chanhee’s ass. The air suddenly clears around him and Chanhee swats his forearms. “No.”
“Why not?” Eric teases. He massages Chanhee’s ass through the denim and presses their hips closer together. Chanhee can feel Eric’s cock hardening through the material and it makes him gulp. Eric rocks Chanhee’s hips against him while he gives Chanhee time to think.
“This is your brother's room.” Honestly, it’s the only thing holding Chanhee back. If it was anywhere, anyone , different he would have no excuse.
Eric knows it, too. “So if it wasn’t, would you?” His voice is dark and deep. It hits Chanhee in his lower stomach. Feeling Eric’s strong hands press into him firmly, rocking him back and forth is driving him insane.
“Yeah,” Chanhee whispers—he doesn’t mean for it to slip through his mouth. It invites Eric back in, pressing their lips together with more fury as he forces Chanhee’s lips apart.
Hot presses of tongue make Chanhee shiver as he finally dares to roam Eric’s chest with his hands. God, he is so hot. Every muscle is perfectly tensed under his fingers and Chanhee prickles the skin with his nails. Eric must like it because Chanhee can feel him grin into the kiss. He’s so. Damn. Hot.
It makes Chanhee whine and he finds himself falling back. A brief disconnect from the fantasy returns Chanhee to the fact that he’s lying on Kevin’s bed. He attempts to sit up but Eric pushes him back down with a hand. “Just pretend we’re somewhere else.” He implores him.
Chanhee shakes his head in a muted laugh. “I can’t.”
Oh but the way Eric climbs until he’s above him is sinful . Damp hair framing his face makes Chanhee want to cave. “You can.”
Chanhee holds his breath.
“For me.” Eric presses his knee between Chanhee’s thighs. Chanhee feels his cock throb as he continues not to breathe. “Please?”
Eric takes the lack of resistance as an answer and kisses Chanhee again. The weight above him makes Chanhee whine out a long breath as he parts his legs for Eric to balance between them.
It’s weird. No, not the fact that he’s kissing his best friend’s brother on the bed of his best friend. The fact that it doesn’t feel wrong is what feels weird.
Eric’s hands roll Chanhee’s shirt up his chest until it’s over his head. They toss it aside somewhere, and Chanhee desperately pulls Eric back to his lips with his hands. “Feeling a little desperate are we?” Eric mutters between kisses.
The perfect roll of his hips against Chanhee’s is what makes Chanhee sigh back to him. “Are you turning this into an ‘all bark no bite’ situation where I have to do most of the work?”
“Definitely not.” Eric grins at him. He presses a chaste kiss to Chanhee’s lips before sitting back on his heels. “Want me to suck you off? I’m good at it.”
Chanhee laughs at his forwardness and brash attitude. Eric unbuttons Chanhee’s shorts and helps him out of them as he speaks, “how good can you be if you have to announce it?”
Eric’s shit-eating grin speaks for itself.
Being bare on Kevin’s bed is the weirdest feeling. And having Eric hover over him makes it worse. Chanhee shifts further back on the bed as Eric kisses down his stomach. Subconsciously, Chanhee reaches for Eric’s hair. Fingers tugging at the tips of the strands before delving in further. Eric pauses and looks up Chanhee’s body to watch him for a moment. Chanhee feels a wave of heat hit his stomach. “Well?” He tries to retain control.
Eric thinks he’s too far gone to do that.
Chanhee’s eyes connect with the ceiling and stare blankly at the blandness above him. He’s trying his best to forget where they are. On Kevin’s bed, a place for resting and sleeping. Chanhee is certain Kevin’s fucked in his own bed—it’s his bed after all, he can do anything he wants on it. But Chanhee? No, this is wrong. He shouldn’t be fucking Kevin’s brother on the bed where he sleeps.
“Fuck—“ that thought is completely removed from his mind. Eric’s lips wrap around the tip of his cock. Chanhee hadn’t realized how hard he was until Eric sucked on the tip. His tongue presses underneath it and the suction fades as he licks up to the slit. Chanhee loosens the sudden vice grip he has on Eric’s hair and looks down at him.
Eric’s face reads: I told you so .
The way Chanhee laughs as he drops his head is dizzying. Heat seeps into his body as Eric’s mouth takes his cock. Eric’s right to brag—he is good. His tongue curves under Chanhee’s cock and he sucks in all the right places. His lips perfectly wrap around the tip and pull Chanhee’s cock to the back of his throat as bubbled moans reverberate around Chanhee’s dick.
Chanhee finds himself lightly thrusting into Eric’s mouth as his hand curls into Eric’s hair.
“I thought you’d be louder.” Eric kisses up his dick. Wet lips glide easily as his hazy eyes make contact with Chanhee. If Chanhee wasn’t made of solid matter, he’d be a puddle instantly.
“Maybe you’re not as good as you think.” He makes a jab at Eric’s ego. It’s a weak one and they both know that.
He instantly regrets his words as Eric pulls back. He takes his index finger and slightly traces it from the base of Chanhee’s dick all the way to the top. It makes Chanhee squirm, precum dripping from his cock as he curls his hands into fists. “Maybe you’re just in the wrong position.”
“What?” Chanhee barely has time to say. He finds himself maneuvered onto his stomach; Eric presses down on his tiny waist before pulling his ass upward.
Something about being buried in his best friend’s pillow makes Chanhee stir as hands grace his ass cheeks.
“That’s better.” Eric takes his time to admire Chanhee’s rear as he strokes over the mound. Being vulnerable makes Chanhee feel meek. His hands curl under the pillow, squeezing tightly as Eric repositions himself on his knees. The friction of Eric’s shorts brushing against him makes Chanhee’s breath shake as Eric pulls his hips back. “Now you can focus on me making you feel good.”
Chanhee can’t focus at all. His cock swings between his thighs and meets Eric’s lazy thrusts with a weak slap. His hips start to twitch with impatience as he grits his teeth.
“Think about me inside of you. How good I make you feel with my dick.” Eric swings in another thrust. He uses his thumb to guide his covered cock between Chanhee’s cheeks. His cock is thick and the bulge adds a layer of pleasure Chanhee didn’t expect and it makes him squeak. He didn’t realize how badly he wanted Eric inside of him. “There we go. Just a little louder.”
Eric presses his bulge harder against Chanhee’s hole. The fabric gets damp with the spill of precum on Eric’s tip. He massages Chanhee’s cheeks to meld around his shorts and before he knows it Chanhee is pressing his ass into Eric’s touch. “Who’s desperate now?” Eric teases.
Chanhee attempts to turn over—he will not be teased like that. He won’t admit that the comment made his cock twitch. He won’t admit that he’s starting to drool on the pillow—Kevin’s pillow.
Chanhee pulls himself onto all fours and twists his neck toward Eric. “I will kill you.”
“I don’t think you’re in a position to do that,” Eric hums.
He runs a hand over Chanhee’s back, pressing him forward, while the other hand grabs Chanhee’s ass. He quells Chanhee into quietness like he’s handling a wild animal.
There’s a quiet moment until Chanhee feels wetness between his cheeks. It’s warm, and he knows it’s not lube so that leaves him confused…until the dots start to connect. “Did you just use—“
“Unless you want me to dig through my brother’s drawers—“ Eric cuts him off. His thumb twirls circles around Chanhee’s rim to work the spit in and Chanhee holds in his stifled whine.
He’s drawn back to the fact that they’re on Kevin’s bed. There’s a wet spot from Chanhee’s mouth on one of the pillows and he finds himself pushing back to get away from it. Eric’s thumb inadvertently presses into Chanhee’s hole as he does so, and Chanhee gasps at the intrusion as Eric groans.
“Like that?” Eric presses the inside of Chanhee’s as open with a squeeze of his ass.
The stretch of his ass makes Chanhee tense his hole and arch his back into the touch. “ More .”
It takes Eric merely minutes to have Chanhee keening. Quiet mewls—still not loud enough to quench Eric’s appetite—start to fill the air and he presses two fingers into Chanhee’s hole. “Sit up for me,” Eric commands.
Chanhee has his eyes closed, determined not to be confronted with the fact that he’s fucking on his best friend’s bed, that he misses what Eric says.
The hand that’s caressing Chanhee’s back roams up to his neck. It’s soft at first. Eric uses two fingers to stroke over Chanhee’s voice box and feels it vibrate under his touch as he fucks his fingers into him.
He takes his time in getting the angle right. Cradling Chanhee’s throat carefully in the palm of his hand with his thumb and fingers extended into his jaw. He presses into Chanhee’s skin and lifts him until his back meets Eric’s chest.
The change of the angle and the fact that he can no longer hide or cover his mouth anymore makes Chanhee moan lewdly into the air.
The new position has Chanhee’s knees rattling in the sheets. He tries to steady himself, clutching at Eric’s arm and thigh but every time he moves Eric fucks two fingers into him and they reach so, so deep. His skin turns flush as his body faces the aircon. It does a terrible job of trying to keep him cool. Everything is so hot right now.
“You like that?” Eric breathes into his ear. It makes Chanhee quiver as he buries his head into the side of Eric’s face.
The gentle hand around his throat roughens up as Eric pants against his ear. The dizzying contrast makes Chanhee writhe and press back against Eric’s fingers. Eric speeds up, making Chanhee’s moans waver as they leave his narrowed throat. “Like me fucking you open, ready for my cock?”
The lewdness leaving Eric’s mouth makes Chanhee choke on his spit. He can’t focus on it long enough. Every pad of Eric’s fingers across his prostate sends electricity up his spine and has Chanhee rolling his hips back into the thrust. His moans hiccup as Eric aims to add a third finger, and Chanhee pauses his hips to let him push in.
“Good boy.” Eric kisses his cheek.
Chanhee’s eyes roll to the back of his head as three fingers fill him up perfectly.
Chanhee’s head drops forward before he throws himself back. Eric uses his forearm to press Chanhee into his body; the heat exchanging between them and making them sweat. Three fingers spread Chanhee open, flattening inside him and the stretch is delicious. Eric licks over Chanhee’s throat before biting his earlobe. “Want me to fuck you? All you have to do is say.”
Chanhee is so close to losing his mind that he isn’t sure that he answers Eric.
But Eric’s hand slips from Chanhee’s throat and guides him to turn around. Chanhee finds himself pressed into the bed, mattress creaking as Eric shifts his weight.
Chanhee feels a mess and Eric has never looked better. A thin layer of sweat on his brow, damp hair tickling his cheeks. That cheeky grin drives Chanhee crazy as he digs his heels into Eric’s legs to get him to hurry up and Eric laughs at his impatience. He's truly forgotten where they are now as the long minutes start to tick by. Eric shuffles his shorts over his ankles and kicks them off the bed.
“Want it?” Eric teases Chanhee’s hole with the tip. He could push in so easily if he tried. Chanhee’s hole is so worn around him that they can hear the slick of precum as Eric barely pushes into him.
Eric keeps his cock at bay as Chanhee whines in need. “Yeah,” he sighs breathlessly. He uses most of his force to try and push Eric in.
Eric angles his head away from Chanhee to get a better look at him. “Beg me for it.”
Chanhee’s mouth falls open in a tired laugh of disdain. “Never.” He clicks his tongue.
Eric threatens him by pulling back more. Chanhee’s nerves are set on fire. “Do it.”
“No.” Chanhee thrashes beneath his weight. Eric is stronger than he is, pinning Chanhee’s wrists down with his forearms while keeping himself perfectly balanced. Chanhee feels himself turning desperate. His cock hangs wetly on his stomach, leaking and chafing—begging to be touched.
“I know you want to,” Eric groans from his chest. It’s such a turn on to hear how it’s getting to him. How this affects him as much as Chanhee. His cock presses in merely half an inch and Chanhee’s breath breaks and shatters in a moan. Eric can feel his stomach tensing as he repositions himself. “Say ‘I want you to fuck me, Eric. Please fuck me.’”
Chanhee chokes on a loud whine and it fills Eric with anticipation. Hearing what Eric wants him to do—wants him to say. His confidence is staggering and Chanhee can think of nothing else.
“Please.” He finally coughs out. It’s too quiet for Eric’s ego. He wants Chanhee to be loud and unruly. Chanhee digs his heels into Eric’s thighs, imploring him to push in—to just fuck Chanhee into next week and get this over with.
Eric is having too much fun teasing and playing with his meal to give in just yet.
“I want you to fuck me, Eric.” Chanhee disposes of his shame. He’s a tired and broken man by now. Eric is the one with power here. He misses the rumbling groan from Eric’s chest as he looks between their bodies. Eric’s cock is so big. Chanhee wants it all inside of him. “Please fuck me—“
He doesn’t finish his sentence before it’s cut off with a moan. Eric wastes no time in fucking deep into him. Hilting his cock all the way to the base inside of Chanhee, pressing his hips in further until it hurts them both. Chanhee grimaces at feeling so full as Eric drags Chanhee’s legs from around his own.
“Hold them.” Eric orders. Chanhee’s so close to being fucked stupid that it takes a second to sink in.
His hands grab around the back of his knees and Eric presses into them. The burn of his thighs being pushed into the bed only adds to the stretch around Eric’s cock. Chanhee’s going delirious. “Oh fuck. Oh my God.”
Eric smirks against Chanhee’s skin and sucks in a breath. “Make everyone hear how good I make you feel.”
The heaviness of Eric’s thrusts is soul destroying. Chanhee feels like he can barely breathe. Every slap of Eric’s body against his presses him further into the mattress; their sweat intermingles and Chanhee’s no longer aware where his body ends and Eric’s begins.
Every shaking breath Eric lets out is accompanied by a deep moan from his chest that rolls down Chanhee’s ear. It gives him goosebumps. Every nerve on his body is alight; and Chanhee gets the feeling that Eric is only starting.
The glide of Eric’s cock inside of him has Chanhee howling. Every moan climbing higher, every smack of hips against his ass stronger than the last. His cock is trapped between their bodies and the friction of Eric’s sweat-coated muscles against it makes Chanhee feel on the very edge.
“God, Eric ,” Chanhee cries to him. It’s ego boosting and Eric speeds up. The weight of Eric pressing into his legs means that Chanhee can let go and claw down Eric’s spine. He rakes his nail to the point that it’s painful; yet it only spurs Eric on to go harder and faster.
“Keep doing that,” Eric mutters against his skin. He presses hot lips against Chanhee’s neck as they both begin to break.
The heavy thrusts, the lack of air in his chest. Chanhee sees black spots in front of his vision as Eric pounds away hard and picks up the pace. Neither of them can get a full breath out as Chanhee legs shake. His nails dig into Eric’s back as he tenses tightly around Eric’s cock.
“Gonna cum for me?” Eric teases him through it. Chanhee would say it’s humiliating just how easy it is for Eric to get him worked up but he couldn’t care less. The euphoria building in his lower stomach is bliss and Eric rolls his hips up so perfectly that Chanhee’s cock twitches without being touched.
Sloppy kisses against his neck has Chanhee coming untouched for the first time in his life as he cries out Eric’s name in his loudest moan yet. His toes curl tightly and he nails tear up Eric’s back.
His whole body turns so tense as Eric fucks him through it. Feeling Chanhee’s cock become sticky between both of their stomachs. Eric stays buried deep inside of him; every shallow thrusts makes Chanhee’s cock empty a little bit more as he hiccups on his moans.
Chanhee’s mouth is dry from all the gasping he does as he attempts to climb down from his orgasm. Eric lets go of Chanhee’s legs and rests on his forearms. “Good boy.”
Chanhee doesn’t like to be called that. It makes him cringe, but Eric doesn’t care as he licks a stripe over Chanhee’s lips and elicits his tongue out to return it. Engulfing Chanhee in another deep kiss, Eric slowly builds back up his speed and swallows Chanhee’s moans alongside it.
It’s turning sickly sweet as Eric rolls his hips slow and deep. His tongue is sloppy inside Chanhee’s mouth, both of them whining like wounded dogs as Chanhee’s legs fall lax into the sheets. He’s truly fucked out; feeling delirious as Eric uses him slowly, taking his time and making Chanhee writhe in an attempt to combat the coil growing in his stomach.
Eric pulls away from Chanhee’s mouth to free his moans into the air between them.
“Say my name, hyung. Tell me how good I’m fucking you.” Eric nudges Chanhee’s nose with his own.
Chanhee opens his mouth but words don’t come out. Something else catches their ears instead.
‘Should cost a billion to look this good. But she make it look easy ‘cause she got it—’
Both of them freeze.
That’s Kevin. That’s Kevin singing as he walks through the front door with his AirPods in.
“Shit.” They say in unison. Eyes wide and in total fear and shock. “Shit, shit, shit.”
“Get off me.” Chanhee pushes Eric away. His hands hot on Eric’s chest until he’s completely pulled out of him. His body burns and Eric seems in pain.
He probably is in pain. His cock is throbbing, so close to coming but now his chance is tumbling down. He half hunched over as he jumps to the end of the bed. Kevin’s singing sounds like it’s wandering toward the kitchen and they both have seconds to do something about this .
In sheer frenzy Eric jumps up and grabs the clothes. Whatever he can find on the floor he takes it while Chanhee reaches for his shirt at the end of the bed and hastily pulls it over his shoulders. “Fuck, shit.” They’re both repeating.
Chanhee can’t find his underwear. Shit , he can’t find his underwear. He hears the refrigerator door slam and knows he’s got barely a minute before Kevin comes through the door. Chanhee’s cum is still drying on his stomach.
Eric retreats through the bathroom door carrying clothes wrapped in a towel. It’s an easy escape for him and not so straightforward for Chanhee.
He has no choice. He uses the inside of his jean shorts to dry up the cum on his stomach before slipping them over his thighs. He cringes at the damp material—knowing that he’s the reason that they’re damp. Well, technically, it’s Eric.
Chanhee shivers at the thought. Just seconds ago they were wrapped up in ecstasy and now they’re fleeing for their lives. Chanhee won’t admit that he enjoys the adrenaline rush. No sooner than he has buttoned up his denim shorts does Kevin jiggle the handle on the other side of the door.
Both of their faces say everything for them: nobody expected to find Chanhee in this room.
Kevin tips his head to pull his airpods out of his ears and narrows his eyes at Chanhee. “When did you get here?” Kevin questions him. Chanhee feels like he can barely breathe. His heart is racing through his chest.
“Uh. Not long. Not that long before you.”
Kevin gives him the benefit of the doubt. He ignores Chanhee’s sweaty exterior as he walks to the bedside table to turn the AC up. He turns his back to Chanhee to throw himself on the bed. Chanhee cringes .
He was just there. Getting the daylights fucked out of him. By Kevin’s younger brother. Oh god, he came on those sheets.
He has to hide his disgust as Kevin kicks back and relaxes. Chanhee’s mind races back through the scene. His hands wrapped under Kevin’s pillow as Eric fingered his ass. Eric’s hand wrapped around his neck as his drool dropped into the sheets.
“Where’s Eric?” Kevin looks back at Chanhee.
Chanhee goes straight into panic mode. “Who?”
In perfect timing, Eric emerges from the bathroom. He’s re-wet his hair, running the towel that was around his hips before through the dirty blonde strands to dry them. Those black shorts don’t hold a tent and Chanhee feels incredibly guilty.
He has to hide that as Kevin sighs loudly. “Are you serious?” He says in English. Eric narrows his eyes and plays innocent.
Chanhee is still in panic. He thinks he’s about to have a heart attack because Kevin has figured out what they were doing.
“You’re only just getting out of the shower? You’re gonna use up all my hot water.” Kevin switches to Korean and Chanhee can take a breath of relief.
Chanhee stands gauchely by the side of the bed. Memories still run through when Eric pushed him on it. The feel of Eric’s lips on his; hands squeezes in all the right places. It hasn’t even crossed Chanhee’s mind that Eric is still half-naked. He was fully naked just a minute ago so seeing his skin is no issue to Chanhee right now.
It is to Kevin though. “And put some clothes on again. I repeat: nobody wants to see you naked.”
Chanhee’s heart stops beating.
Eric swipes his tongue over his teeth. The motion is so smooth that Chanhee almost misses it, except for the fact it was pointed directly at him and gives him a visceral reaction. His cock is sore. It was already spent just moments before.
“Sure,” Eric answers. He walks to the opposite side of the bedroom to grab one of Kevin’s shirts from the wardrobe.
“Is there a reason we’re all gathered in the bedroom?” Kevin draws both of their attention. He rummages around on the bed like he’s uncomfortable. Butt itching as he reaches underneath. “Why is your phone on here?”
“Thanks.” Chanhee snatches it from him, not bothering to explain. It’s fully intact despite their escapades and the device being lost somewhere in the sheets. His fingers fumble to unlock it and he starts to realize how shaken up he is. He doesn’t think it’s possible to remain in a room with Kevin and his brother any longer. “I should probably go. My landlord said he might finally fix my air conditioning today.” He completely lies.
Kevin doesn’t question it. Eric is still digging through the wardrobe, taking his sweet time and completely avoiding eye contact with Chanhee. He’s pretty grateful for it.
He makes a swift getaway and manages to get inside of the elevator before he feels like he can finally breathe. With the lack of his underwear he feels like he got away clean.
His phone lights up as he receives a message.
He clicks instagram, he goes to his message requests.
Sohn_YJ wants to send you a message.
Chanhee clicks it.
Sohn_YJ:
Forgot your underwear. Don’t worry I’ll keep it safe.
You owe me one ;)