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Jisung smiled as he approached his street. His legs were stiff and he was restless. Hours in the backseat of a car was not how he wanted to spend his first day of freedom from college. He was happy that Felix had managed to get them a lift, the train was always so busy and Jisung always worried he was going to fall asleep and miss his station. Jisung was also impressed that Hyunjin had agreed to drive them home. It wasn’t too far from where he was headed, just one town over, but when you were tired, and packed, and probably feeling a little homesick, the extra hour on the road would seem like a much longer time than it should. He shouldn’t have doubted Felix though, his sweet talk always seemed to work so much better than Jisung’s. Felix was everyone’s friend and had them all wrapped around his finger. Jisung included. Jisung had often thought it was a good thing that Felix was actually a good person at heart, he had far too much power for someone with nefarious intent. Hyunjin had agreed in a heartbeat with a smile to drive them home, he had practically insisted. Jisung had his own powers of persuasion, not above flaunting his body and fluttering his eyes as he pouted to get what he wanted. It just seemed that all his friends were immune to this tactic. Perhaps knowing that Jisung had never been that hard to seduce into some casual making out and groping made his flirting fall short of the allure he intended. He had to resort to crying to get his friends to give in to his wants, and that was something he would only pull out in emergencies.
Jisung was being dropped home first, Felix seemed to be trying to work in a free meal to his ride, and Jisung was too eager to get home and out of the uncomfortable jeans that he had poorly chosen to wear on this hot, summer drive, cramped into the back seat with bags digging into him the whole way. When they arrived at Jisung’s house, Hyunjin parked and he and Felix turned in their seats to watch as Jisung struggled to get his bags all gathered, most of theirs were occupying the boot. Once Jisung had everything in hand he wrestled his way out of the car and only just managed to stop from falling face first on the pavement by one of his bags getting stuck in the door. He untangled himself gracelessly and slammed the car door shut, huffing as he juggled his bags in his arms and moved to the passenger window that Felix had rolled down.
“Thanks for the ride, Jin, you’re a real one!” Jisung thanked, giving him a warm smile.
“It was nothing. But if you wanted to buy me a drink next time we meet up, I would be appreciative.”
“No such thing as a free ride, huh?”
“Call me once you settle in. I give it three days before you start chewing on your walls in boredom.” Felix said with his brilliant smile, his bleach blonde hair practically glowing in the sunlight.
“Projecting much? I like the peace and solitude. You’re the one who will be on your knees begging me to entertain you.”
“Can I watch this action?” Hyunjin asked, leaning forward and smirking at both of them.
“Sure, I like an audience.” Jisung said with a wink that had Hyunjin laughing at him in a way that suggested he found it much more funny than sexy.
“We will go to the club soon though, Jinnie, you and Minnie will join us, right?”
“Of course. I may have to crash at someone's house though if I want to be drinking.”
“Oh yeah, I’m sure you’ll really have trouble finding someone to let you stay with them.” Jisung said, rolling his eyes at the two men he thought might be the most beautiful men in the world, trying to hide the slight jealousy at their grace and poise.
“Call me.” Felix said, wiggling his fingers in a playful wave before Jisung moved back from the window so they could drive off.
Jisung grumbled to himself as he dragged his bags to his house in the scorching heat. He struggled to pull down the door handle then lightly kicked the door open and carelessly threw his bags at the foot of the stairs.
“Dad!” Jisung yelled out, not looking up as he discarded his luggage. “I had to hitchhike to get home! I was gangbanged by four truckers in a gas station bathroom. I think I have hepatitis now. That’s okay, right? Or maybe next time you should just get off your ass and come pick me up from college yourself!” Jisung complained loudly.
Jisung looked up as he stepped into the living room and stalled at the man standing in front of him. This man was not his father, though he looked close in age, if maybe a few years younger. He was handsome, and well dressed in loose black slacks and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up with the top two buttons unfastened. He had on some wire rimmed glasses, and his hair was pushed back, a small smattering of grey at his temples. His face was sharp and handsome, only the slight hint of wrinkles at the corner of his eyes and forehead. He was beautiful.
“You’re not my dad.” Jisung stated, raising an eyebrow and walking closer, only half wondering if he should be concerned about the strange man in his living room.
“No.” The man chuckled as Jisung slowly approached him. “I am pretty certain I would remember becoming a father.”
“I mean, no matter how careful someone is, accidents do happen. Maybe you are a dad and you don’t even know it?”
“No.” He laughed again, shaking his head. “See, the thing you have to do to become a dad, I’ve never done that with a woman. And my understanding is, that is an integral part of the whole reproducing thing.”
“Oh?” Jisung smiled, letting his eyes run over him obviously. “That certainly is good to know. So, who are you, and what the hell are you doing in my house?” Jisung finally asked with a lopsided smile.
“Jisung!” Chan, Jisung’s dad, called out to him as he entered the room from the study door off the kitchen.
“Dad.” Jisung turned to greet him with a bright smile, the intruder momentarily forgotten as his dad rushed to him.
“Oh it’s been too long!”
“I mean, I can’t drive, so that feels like something that is fully your fault.”
“You’re right, I’ll make more of an effort. I will be working from home and not going into the office all summer so I can be here for you.” Chan told him, placing one of his strong hands on Jisung’s shoulder and holding him securely. “That does mean I needed help, and that brings me to him.” Chan tilted his head to the strange man who smiled and waved. “This is Lee Minho from my office. He was kind enough to volunteer to work out of my home office with me this summer to help me keep up with the workload.”
“Well, hello Lee Minho, can I call you Minho or do you expect me to refer to you as Mr. Lee? Because, spoiler alert, that’s not gonna happen.” Jisung smirked at him.
“Minho is fine. It’s nice to meet you…”
“Jisung.”
“Jisung.”
“I am very happy to find out you are not an axe murderer who broke into my house. That would have put a damper on my summer plans, somewhat.”
“I never said I wasn't an axe murderer.” Minho smirked, a playfully devilish glint in his eye.
“Minho is a good man, I think you two will get along.” Chan said in contrast to Minho's joking words.
“I have no doubt.” Jisung said, barely concealing his blooming lust for this new addition to the house.
“Yeah…” Minho seemed to be checking Jisung out for a moment before he frowned and shook his head, clearing his throat as he looked at Chan. “I’m gonna finish making that coffee and get back to work. You take your time catching up with your son, I can handle things for now.”
“Thanks.” Chan smiled at Minho and clapped him on the back before using the hand he still had on Jisung’s shoulder to guide him over to sit on the couch with him.
“So, are you fucking him?” Jisung asked, with an arched brow when they were sat facing each other.
“What? Minho?” Chan laughed. “Oh hell no! He may be handsome, but he is far from my type.”
“Still like doe eyed, beautiful women?”
“Nah, I don’t think I could ever love another woman after your mother.”
“So you’re not claiming to be bi anymore?”
“I am bi. Just because I don’t think I could be with another woman doesn’t stop me being bi.”
“You’re tragically romantic.”
“That I am. So, what about you? Any new men in your life?”
“So many. In fact, I’m pregnant.”
“Oh fuck, Jisung!” Chan burst out laughing, lightly pushing Jisung’s shoulder as he chuckled at him. “Okay, but for real, just because you can’t get pregnant, you are still using protection, right?”
“Duh, I’m not a moron.”
“I know, and I do trust you.” Chan nodded and smiled. “I know you are a grown man, and you are a smart guy, I can trust you to make right decisions for yourself and tell me if you need help. But I just… You’re still my kid. I worry about you, because I love you.”
“I know. But I am safe. I use protection and the right lube to not break said protection. I get tested thoroughly and often. I don’t let people pressure me to do anything I don’t want, and I don’t take drinks from strangers. I have a group of friends who look out for me and take care of me too. I’m doing well. I know you will worry, but you really don’t have to.” Jisung reassured him. “Besides, I know I have a dad who would burn the world to the ground to get to me and protect me if I needed anything.”
“You got that right, kid!” Chan said, pulling Jisung close enough to press a brief kiss on the top of his head.
“Gross…” Jisung said, not actually resisting the affection.
“Indulge me. I’ve not seen you in weeks.” Chan moved back and smiled brightly at him. “So did you get home okay? Did your friend give you a lift?”
“Yeah, I think he hopes Felix will have sex with him, so he was being extra nice to us.” Jisung chuckled.
“I’m always surprised you and Felix never got together, you are so close.”
“Yeah, we are. But we just aren’t compatible, I mean, we are compatible as friends, but we could never be more. We both kinda want someone who will take care of us and spoil us. We would be so disappointed with each other as boyfriends.” Jisung chuckled.
“Okay, yeah I can see that.” Chan nodded in understanding. “Okay, so I’m gonna be pretty busy for a lot of the summer. I tried really hard to have time free, but timing's a bitch. I will work hard to have some days free though, so think if there’s anything you want us to do together. And anything you need, just ask. You may not have a boyfriend to spoil you yet, but you can have the parental spoiling treatment this summer to make up for me being so busy, and bringing a stranger into your home.”
“He seems okay. I mean, I said like three sentences to him, but he seems funny.”
“He is. He’s a decent guy. I wouldn’t have brought someone I didn’t trust into the house. I get along with him, not in a dating him kind of way, but we have gone for drinks after work a few times. I’d consider him one of my friends.”
“Well, any friend of yours, is… in my house, I guess.” Jisung laughed. “I’ll try and get to know him while he’s here.” Jisung said, as if it was a burden to spend time with an extremely hot man with an intense gaze that made his skin feel on fire.
“Okay, but seriously, if you feel uncomfortable at all, just let me know. I will work something out with half time in the office and half at home if I have to.”
“No, really, I don’t mind. Your office is only attached to the kitchen, I can fully avoid it if I want to. But I don't want to. I will let you know, but I’m happy to have the extra company, to tell the truth.” Jisung insisted.
Jisung wasn’t really thrilled about the vague concept of more company, or of having people he didn’t know in his space. However, he was already running through fantasies of having the new man in bed with him. It wasn’t that Jisung had a thing for older men, he wasn’t really bothered about the ages of his lovers, within reason. It was just that this man, Minho, was so attractive. The thought of spending weeks of summer in the same space as him. He was thinking this summer break would be less dull than he had expected.
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Jisung woke to the bright fingers of the sun streaming through the windows and scorching through his eyelids. He whined and thrashed, throwing his blanket over his head before he immediately overheated. He tossed it off his body and grumbled, peeling his eyes open to see he had forgotten to close his blinds the night before. He sighed and shifted, knocking the Switch he had been playing on when he fell asleep onto the floor, fortunately it had a soft landing on the plush rug next to Jisung’s bed. Jisung pouted as he sat up, raising one hand to scrub through his hair as he took in the mess of his room.
After he had talked with his dad, Jisung had gone to his room with the intention of unpacking. He had started a halfhearted attempt, then gotten a video call form Felix who wanted to body double while he unpacked. Jisung, unfortunately, was too distractible to get anything done with the body double. He ended up just changing his clothes into some loose pyjamas and talking shit while Felix was actually being productive. His dad had ordered them fried chicken for dinner, only able to take a short break to eat. Minho had joined them, but had been replying to emails on his phone the whole time, so Jisung hadn't gotten any time to try and gain his attention. Jisung was too tired from moving to care, and after Chan apologised for the rushed, take out meal, Jisung went up to indulge in a long bubble bath. He had missed having relaxing baths while at college. Once he was feeling fully melted into peace and had wrinkly fingers he had gone back to his room. He had pulled all his things out of the bags with every intention to organise and put things away. What had actually happened though, was that he had seen his game console, and picked it up, and the rest of the night had disappeared into gaming before he passed out with it still in his hand.
Jisung whined loudly as he forced his sleepy body out of bed, putting his Switch on its stand on his way downstairs to scavenge for some food and caffeine. Jisung slumped down the stairs and into the kitchen. He sniffed the air deeply. He could smell that there had been coffee made here today. Not recently, but he could still smell the lingering traces of the rich scent in the air. He moved over to the coffee machine and pouted as he slapped the top. He had never learned how to use any of the coffee machines his dad had bought over the years. He wasn’t generally trusted not to break things, including himself, when trying to cook. Jisung classed brewing coffee as cooking. That was the level of incompetence he had in the kitchen. He spent a moment looking at the buttons, trying to decide if it was worth the risk of trying to figure it out. His tired brain overruled and declared there would be no thinking until after drinking the coffee he couldn’t make. He sighed and headed to the fridge. He stared into the fridge blankly, not wanting to have to make breakfast either. He sighed and closed the fridge, spying a pack of blueberry muffins on the counter. He shrugged as he grabbed one and decided to see if he could guilt trip his dad into making him a coffee, or ordering in some coffee even. Jisung opened the door to the office that was off the kitchen and padded in. He took in the layout. His dad must have gotten an extra desk for Minho to work on, the new addition sticking out into the centre of the room, joined with the existing large desk against the wall. His dad’s desk looked the same as it always had, a large computer monitor taking up the centre of it, where his chair was, and the rest cluttered with piles of paper and too many used coffee cups. The desk that Minho was sitting at was much more sparse. Where Minho was sitting was a laptop, and next to it a small pile of files, much more neatly organised than Chan’s piles, and only one empty cup on the clear surface.
“Ew, it smells like work in here.” Jisung grumbled as he moved to lean on the desk Minho was working at. “You know I’m allergic to work in the summer.” Jisung did a pathetic fake sneeze and smiled at getting both of the men’s full attention.
“You are in an office, Sung. Work happens here.” Chan told him with a laugh.
“Yeah, but it should smell like coffee… Because I want coffee. There is no coffee. Coffee.” Jisung said, his voice taking on a whine as he spoke.
“You have a good machine in the kitchen.” Minho pointed out.
“Yeah… The machine and I do not get along. I actually have a restraining order on the machine. It bites.”
“What?” Minho laughed, his brow furrowing as he looked up at him.
“I am accident prone, and when I try to use things like that, I get hurt. Do you want me to get hurt?”
“You burnt yourself one time, Sung. It wasn’t even this machine. And it was your fault, not the coffee makers.” Chan pointed out.
“But I’m sleepy!” Jisung whined, pouting and wiggling as he tried to get his way.
“Coffee will help with that.” Chan teased.
“I can’t make it! Help! I need help!”
“I can make you a coffee.” Minho interrupted.
“Really?” Jisung lit up, smiling as he looked into Minho’s eyes, obscured by his glasses.
“Yeah, I just had one, but it won’t take me long to make you one now.”
“Guess I’m not the only one planning on spoiling you this summer.” Chan laughed as he turned back to his computer.
“It’s just coffee…” Minho grumbled as he stood up and headed to the kitchen.
Jisung followed behind, smiling as he stuck close to him. Jisung leaned back against the counter as he watched Minho starting to get the coffee maker set up. Minho looked at him and grinned, and suddenly Jisung was very aware that he was currently wearing his loose pink pyjama bottoms with cupcakes on them, and a very oversized T-shirt with a picture of a generic anime girl with ‘don’t bully me, I’ll cum’ written across the bottom. Jisung tugged at his top and tapped his bare foot on the floor as he coughed, hoping to be able to distract Minho from his outfit.
“So, how do you like it?” Minho asked as he started packing in the grounds.
“What?” Jisung asked, slightly stunned as his mind instantly drifted to filth. “I mean, bottom, but I’m flexible.”
Minho fumbled and spilled a smattering of the coffee grounds over the counter. Jisung’s eyes went wide and he snorted laughter as Minho blinked rapidly and shook himself before hurrying to clean up the mess.
“I mean, how do you like your coffee?” Minho asked, not looking at him as his voice sounded strained.
“Oh… Yeah, I guess that does make more sense…” Jisung laughed, scratching the back of his head as he smiled sheepishly. “I like it in my mouth?” Jisung couldn’t help but answer, seeing Minho’s hands tense for a moment before he continued to make the coffee.
“Right… I mean, so do you like it hot, iced, sweet, milk?” Minho clarified, and Jisung couldn’t help but see the corners of his mouth flickering up into a poorly concealed smile.
“Oh, I mean, iced americanos are clearly superior… But isn’t that too hard to make at home?”
“No. I just need ice. Chan, your dad, has some basic syrups for coffee too, so it won’t even be that bitter.”
“Wow, you are like a dream.” Jisung sighed, giving a flirty smile as he moved to lean more on the counter, trying to get Minho to look at him again.
“I guess that explains your pyjamas.” Minho teased, smirking a little as he glanced over to him.
“Oh my god! I can’t believe you would embarrass me by acknowledging my sleep outfit in my own home!” Jisung laughed, slapping Minho lightly on his arm.
“Where's the embarrassment? I think you look good, it’s a cute outfit.” Minho laughed, smiling as he turned to fill a glass with ice.
“Oh yeah? Think I should go clubbing like this? Think I will get lots of men’s numbers?”
“I don’t doubt it.” Minho shook his head, the smile clear on his face now as he finished mixing Jisung’s drink.
Jisung grinned as Minho started searching for something. He watched as Minho pulled out the drawers, humming lightly as he looked. Jisung didn’t even think to ask if he needed help as he was enjoying having him fuss over him. Minho finally found what he had been looking for, the reusable straws that they had. He placed one in the glass and stirred it before handing it to Jisung. Jisung smiled and maintained eye contact as he placed the straw between his lips and sipped. He hummed deeply and smiled, letting the straw rest on his bottom lip.
“How is it?”
“It’s perfect. Better than store bought!” Jisung praised him.
“Well, if you keep the ice trays filled, I can make you these whenever you want... When I’m here at least.”
“Oh, I will absolutely be holding you to that.” Jisung poked his tongue out briefly to flick the tip of the straw, feeling a rush at how Minho’s eyes followed the movement.
“That’s good… Fine.” Minho mumbled then cleared his throat and smiled stiffly at him. “I should get back to work now. Enjoy your coffee and muffin.”
Minho left to go back to the office, and Jisung glanced at the muffin still held in his other hand and nodded. Jisung took his breakfast into the living room, dropping on the couch and bringing his legs up under him as he put on a show to ignore as he scrolled on his phone. He finished his coffee and muffin and killed time on the couch. Every time he heard the office door open he threw his head over the back of the couch to see if it was Minho. Minho did emerge a couple of times, making himself and Chan coffee and once just to walk around the kitchen, stretching his arms. Jisung sighed heavily, his eyes devouring the sight of him flexing his muscles before disappearing from his sight. Jisung made a resolve. He had to seduce him.
Jisung headed up to his bedroom, and video called Felix, needing someone to help him come up with a plan of how to get Minho into bed. Jisung took in the mess that was his room as the call trilled before Felix picked up. His face was smiling and bright on the screen as he came into focus.
“Hey! What’s up?” Felix asked as he moved his phone to prop up somewhere.
“Okay, so you know I told you about that hot guy my dad is working with?”
“You talked about little else last night.” Felix chuckled, his attention being split between Jisung and something else.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m gaming with Seungmin and Hyunjin.” Felix told him.
“Where was my invite?”
“Honestly, I figured you wouldn’t even be getting out of bed for another two days.” Felix laughed.
“Okay, valid, but next time, ask me. I know I suck at games, but that’s no excuse to leave me out!”
“So, what are you doing now?”
“I should put my clothes away. I am wearing such a disaster outfit today. Not good for seduction.” Jisung sighed.
“I fucking knew you weren’t unpacking last night! Okay, you do that. So what about this guy?”
“Oh yeah! I’m gonna fuck him!”
“What? He hit on you?”
“No! He’s hot, and he’s nice. He made me an iced coffee this morning. I need him inside me.”
“Wow, the bar really is that low, huh?”
“You haven’t seen him, Lix. He’s unbelievable!”
“Okay, so what’s the plan?”
“I was hoping you would help me.”
“Okay, I’ll help. But you start cleaning your room. I plan on coming over at some point, and I don’t want to have to wade through your dirty laundry.”
“Okay.” Jisung sighed and positioned his phone so he could still see it as he organised his clothing into dirty and clean piles. “So, he did say I looked cute in my sleep clothes, so I think I need to pick an actually good outfit and see how he reacts.”
“Show some skin. Your waist and delicate legs are irresistible.”
“Thanks, babe!” Jisung grinned at him, preening at the compliments that fell freely from his best friend.
“Okay, so he’s working in your dads office, right?”
“Yeah, they are in there most of the time. He did leave to stretch in the kitchen and make coffee a couple times today.”
“Right, the office is at the back of your house, right?”
“Yeah, attached to the kitchen.”
“So it looks over your backyard?”
“Uh-huh.” Jisung hummed in agreement as he filled his laundry hamper.
“Seems obvious what you should do, Sungie.”
“What?” Jisung stopped moving to frown in confusion at Felix on his phone screen.
“You’re useless. Get into a skimpy little outfit, show as much skin as you can, and prance around that garden. Do yoga, sunbathe, do a lewd photoshoot! Anything to get him looking at you without having to actually force his attention. He will crack.”
“Oh my god! I kinda hate how good you are at this!” Jisung laughed. “I’m gonna sunbathe, it sounds the easiest. I mean, I just have to lay there. I can handle that.”
“It also sets his expectations for what a pillow princess you are.”
“Glass houses, Lix. Anyway, help me pick the fit?”
“Sure, what have you got to work with?”
Jisung spent the next half hour showing Felix different items of clothing, trying some on to model for him. They settled on a very simple outfit, deciding that wearing swim shorts and being topless was the best option. Jisung was wishing he had gone to the gym more, but Felix reassured him he still looked hot. Jisung spent the rest of the day letting his brain vegetate in front of screens, happy to start his seduction plan from the next day.
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Jisung woke up late the next morning, having successfully remembered to close his blinds before going to sleep. He thrashed in his bed for a few minutes before accepting his fate to have to face the morning. He rolled out of bed, and opened his blinds, hissing and grimacing at the unbearably bright sunlight assaulting his delicate eyes. After taking a minute to curse the sun, he realised it actually worked perfectly for his plan to get Minho’s attention and start his plan of seduction. Jisung smiled and stretched, looking down at his sleep wear of the day. He was wearing an oversized T-shirt with the faded design of some alcohol brand on the front. It was so oversized it looked more like a nightshirt, coming down to his thighs and fully covering the boxers he was wearing underneath. Jisung looked in the mirror, and thought he looked more alluring than he had in his previous sleepwear. He ran his fingers through his hair before heading downstairs to beg for caffeine. He padded into the kitchen, and sniffed for the faint smell of lingering coffee that seemed to be a permanent fixture since Chan had started working from home. He moved and opened the door to the office, tapping the door before moving to perch on the desk, his thighs squishing into the surface right in front of Minho. Jisung smiled as he saw Minho’s eyes drifting from the screen of his laptop, and stalled as they landed on the flesh on display for him, before drifting up and looking at Jisung with wide eyes and his mouth ever so slightly agape.
“Morning.” Jisung said in a deep, sleepy voice, smiling sweetly like he hadn’t seen Minho just devouring him with his eyes.
“Morning, kid!” Chan said cheerfully, only briefly glancing away from his computer to smile at Jisung. “Any big plans for today? Nap? Anime? Nap while watching anime?”
“As good as that sounds, I thought I might enjoy the sun today. You know, photosynthesise myself, or whatever.” Jisung chuckled.
“Don’t forget sunscreen, and to keep hydrated. Need me to drive you anywhere?”
“I’m not going anywhere. We have a massive garden. I don’t need to go out into the real world to enjoy that sweet vitamin D.” Jisung smirked, pointing out of the window to the garden, and smiling as Minho followed his hand and realised he had a perfect view of where Jisung would be basking.
“Makes sense. This way I can check on you to make sure you don’t fall asleep for too long and get sunstroke.”
“Yeah, you can just look out and check on me whenever you want.” Jisung said, looking at Minho as he spoke to his dad.
“Okay.” Minho muttered, forcing his eyes back to his screen and frowning, seeming to be trying his best to ignore Jisung, and failing miserably.
“Minho.” Jisung said sweetly, smiling and tilting his head as he stared at him.
“Yeah?” Minho asked, his head snapping back up to look at him quickly.
“Would you be my hero and make me another iced coffee?”
“Oh? Yeah, of course.” Minho said, quickly getting out of his chair and leading the way to the kitchen.
Jisung hopped off the desk and followed Minho into the kitchen, lifting himself to sit on the counter next to him, keeping his legs slightly parted intentionally to try and tease Minho into looking. Jisung saw Minho glance at him before fixing his focus firmly on the coffee he was preparing. Jisung hummed and started swinging his legs, just hoping to get more of the feeling of Minho’s eyes on him. Minho frustratingly kept his focus on making Jisung his morning coffee, eyes only flicking momentarily to Jisung when he moved to find a straw in the drawer. Jisung let out a quiet sigh as Minho smiled at him and passed him his iced coffee. Jisung put on his sweetest smile, tilting his head to the side to appear cuter as he took the drink from him.
“All good?” Minho asked, taking a step back after Jisung’s legs brushed against his thighs. Jisung made intense eye contact as he took a deep drink through the straw.
“It’s perfect. Exactly what I need to get the energy to lay in the sun all day.” Jisung tipped his head behind him, trying to reiterate the fact that he was going to be lounging right where Minho could watch, hoping to plant the idea enough that he wouldn’t be able to resist watching.
“You should probably have some breakfast too.” Minho said, his eyes glancing behind Jisung into the garden before smiling and nodding, turning to leave Jisung alone perched on the kitchen counter.
“Not even gonna offer me some breakfast sausage?” Jisung muttered as Minho retreated, not even sure if he overheard or not.
Jisung sighed and stared at the closed door of the home office before hopping off the counter and hunting for some easy breakfast. Jisung found some fruit and yoghurt in the fridge and made himself a small bowl for his first meal of the day. He sat at the kitchen table, enjoying his coffee and food before he headed back upstairs to make himself ready to win Minho’s attention. He first got in the shower, scrubbing and shaving all over, leaving himself soft and smooth. He took the time to moisturise and blow dry his hair before he put on the swim trunks he and Felix had chosen for his task. He twirled in front of the mirror, feeling he looked the best he was going to before nodding to himself and moving to get what he needed. He found his beach towel, and placed in it a Bluetooth speaker, some sunblock that he found in the bathroom cabinets, and his sunglasses. He stopped in the kitchen to fill a water bottle, and put on some sliders before stepping out into the garden and engulfing himself in the scorching summer heat. Jisung glanced at the windows to the office and kitchen facing him and moved to where he thought would be his best place to be seen by Minho and dropped the bundled towel on the floor.
Jisung rummaged around to find his sunglasses, placing them on his face before tipping everything else onto the grass and shaking out the towel to lay down on. Jisung dropped onto his knees as he turned on his speaker, pulling his phone out of his pocket to put on a playlist. Once the garden was flooded with the sounds of his music Jisung flopped onto his back and grabbed the sunblock to protect from the UV rays. Jisung glanced to his side, looking at the window he knew Minho was behind as he lifted one of his legs to slather it in the cream. He pouted slightly as he was unable to see inside the house with his sunglasses on. Jisung accepted he couldn’t see if Minho was looking at him without being blatantly obvious, so he focused on coating his arms, legs, torso and face in sunblock before dropping down onto his back.
Jisung relaxed, the heat blanketing him as the music filled his ears. He smiled at the pleasant feeling. He hoped Minho was watching him, but for now he could just let himself take pleasure from the sun bathing without needing to push for his attention yet.
Jisung had been in the garden for a while, only just fighting off falling asleep when he heard noises from the kitchen, having left the door open when he headed into the garden. He dropped his head to the side, pushing his sunglasses down to see that it was in fact Minho in the kitchen. Jisung grinned and rolled onto his front, dropping his sunglasses down as he twisted his body, grabbing the sunblock and whining like he put on a show of struggling. Jisung glanced to see Minho coming to stand in the kitchen doorway and watched as Jisung whinged and tried to twist his body around so he could cover his back in sunblock.
“Everything okay?” Minho asked, hesitating in the doorway.
“No! Help me!” Jisung pouted, waving the sunblock at Minho.
“What?”
“I can’t reach my back.” Jisung flopped down and pouted as he waved his legs in the air.
“That’s… Why do you need me?” Minho was seeming to try and not show himself being flustered.
“I mean… I guess I could be okay? If you don’t help me… I probably won’t burn, right?” Jisung looked up at Minho with wide eyes, projecting a naïve, head empty, innocence that took far less acting that Jisung would like to admit.
“No, you need to protect yourself from the sun. If you burn it will hurt, and it protects you from cancer too. I’ll help you out.” Minho relented quickly, moving from the door for a moment before coming back and slipping on shoes to join Jisung in the garden.
“Oh wow, I’m so glad I have you to take care of me.” Jisung said, relaxing on the towel as Minho knelt down next to him and picked up the sunblock.
“Something tells me you’d manage just fine without me here.” Minho chuckled as he squeezed a glob of the cream onto Jisung’s back.
“Ah!” Jisung gasped at the sudden feeling before humming as Minho’s hands started to rub over him.
Minho had strong hands, the pressure over Jisung’s skin was enough that it felt more like he was giving him a massage than just rubbing in the cream. Jisung closed his eyes and let his lips part, not holding back the slight noises of pleasure at Minho’s skilled fingers gliding over and digging into his skin. Minho’s thumbs pressed into Jisung’s shoulder, working out knots Jisung didn’t even know he had as his fingers brushed over his neck. Minho moved his hands to add more cream to Jisung before he started moving down to rub over his lower back. His fingers slipped ever so slightly under Jisung’s waistband before he moved and started digging his fingers into Jisung’s waist. Jisung didn’t quite hold back a soft moan at Minho’s firm and attentive touch. Minho’s hands lingered, lightly rubbing in the remainder of the cream.
“Ah watch out, Minho!” Chan’s voice called out, startling Minho to pull his hands from Jisung’s back.
“What?” Minho asked, his voice wavering slightly.
“He’s got you making him coffee, putting on his sunblock. You need to be careful, or he will have you fully wrapped around his finger. That boy wants to be spoiled!” Chan laughed, turning away from the kitchen door.
“He’s right, you know.” Jisung said, rolling onto his side, Minho still so close to his body. “I love being spoiled… Taken care of…” Jisung smiled, tilting his head and smiling at him.
“Yeah, good. It’s good to know what you want.” Minho said, putting the cap back on the sun block and stumbling to his feet.
“Do you like to spoil people?”
“I… I have to get back to making coffee and go back to work. You’re covered now. Remember to come inside or reapply in a couple of hours.”
“Thank you for taking care of me.” Jisung said, kicking his feet lazily in the air as he watched Minho retreat back into the house. “And for feeling me up.” Jisung mumbled as he laid his head back on his crossed arms to let his back soak up the heat.
Jisung basked in the sun, managing not to fully fall asleep, until his stomach started rumbling, demanding he hunt for some food. Jisung stretched before gathering up everything and going back into the house. He took off his sunglasses and blinked at the shaded light as he dropped his towel, sunblock, speaker, and water on the table and kicked off his sliders before moving to go into the home office. Jisung opened the door and swung his leg into the room, hanging his body off the door as he watched his dad and Minho working on their computers.
“I’m hungry.” Jisung announced to the room, taking pleasure in how Minho’s eyes raked over his body.
“Yeah? What do you want to eat?” Chan asked, glancing at him briefly before being sucked back onto what he was working on.
“Mm, I mean, I feel baked enough that I think you could just eat me.” Jisung said as he looked directly at Minho.
“Not likely.” Chan laughed as Minho swallowed hard, his fingers frozen over his keyboard. “You’re far too lean to make a decent meal. We need to get more meat on you before we can put you in the oven.”
“Hmm, something to think about.” Jisung chuckled, eyes still locked onto Minho.
“So, I could try and cook us something?” Chan offered, still not looking or seeming to notice the building sexual tension between Jisung and Minho.
“Oh please, I want to come away from the meal with more nutrients in me, not less.”
“I’m not that bad!”
“I remember a long stretch of noodles being every meal for a while.”
“Okay, yeah, I don’t have the most time, or the best skills at cooking. But at least I put egg and meat in the ramen!”
“I can cook.” Minho said softly.
“Man’s got talents.” Jisung said, unashamedly admiring him.
“Yeah? You don’t have to go to that effort for us. I can make something, or we can order in.” Chan told him.
“I really don’t mind. I’ve seen what you have in your fridge, it won’t take me long to whip up a small meal for us all?”
“That would be amazing!” Chan finally turned to smile at Minho and look at Jisung with his eyebrows raised in question.
“I think it would be so nice of you to cook for us.” Jisung smiled encouragingly at Minho.
“Yeah, sure. I’m in your house all the time, drinking your coffee. I feel like cooking a meal once in a while is the least I can do.” Minho told them as he looked back to his laptop and clicked a few times before standing up.
“We’re bad hosts, dad.” Jisung laughed as he moved so that the door could open enough for Minho to pass him.
“You’re very welcoming.” Minho muttered as he squeezed past Jisung and into the kitchen.
“I’ll watch Minho, make sure he knows where everything is. Help him if I can.” Jisung told Chan, nodding as Chan smiled and turned back to his work.
Jisung skipped into the kitchen, moving next to Minho and leaning over the counter to smile at him.
“Why don’t you go shower off the sunblock and sweat, and when you come back down the food should be almost ready.” Minho told him.
“But… Don’t you need help?” Jisung asked with a pout before frowning. “Are you saying I’m gross?”
“I am not. I’m saying you’ve been laid in the sun with cream on you for a long time, and you would probably feel more comfortable after a refreshing shower. And I can find my way around the kitchen. I’m not going to be doing anything too complicated. Besides, I have the feeling you are not going to be able to tell me how anything in here works, anyway.”
“Rude. True, but rude.” Jisung chuckled. “Okay, I’ll go clean. Just, don’t make anything spicy?”
“Oh? Are you sensitive?”
“You have no idea.” Jisung smirked, poking his tongue through his teeth before pushing away, grabbing his stuff and heading upstairs.
Jisung got a quick shower, and put on some comfortable clothing, loose sweat pant shorts and a sleeveless band T-shirt, not really thinking about how he looked before he headed back to the kitchen. Jisung didn’t need to worry though, Minho stalling for a full ten seconds when he caught sight of Jisung as he slipped into one of the chairs at the table. Minho managed to pull his focus back to cooking, filling the air with delicious smells. Jisung was impressed at how good the food was when the three of them ate. He was too busy stuffing his cheeks to spend any time flirting with Minho, but he noticed Minho’s eyes kept drifting to him. Minho smiled as he tried to subtly watch Jisung eat, fully enjoying the food he had made.
After eating, Jisung wanted to offer to help clean up, and have some opportunities to get close to Minho again, but he felt a food coma descending, and he slumped to the couch before dropping heavily down. He put on some show he had seen many times before to lull him into a nap. Jisung didn’t see more of Minho that day, when he woke from his nap, Minho was still in the office and Jisung retreated to his room to catch up on his social media and relax more.
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Jisung didn’t emerge from his room until about lunchtime, after staying up late watching videos and getting stuck in a social media hole. Jisung padded down the stairs, no thought to the fact he was still in the same clothes he had been wearing the day before. Jisung smiled as he saw Minho in front of the coffee maker, fully oblivious to Jisung entering the kitchen. Jisung crept on his toes to try and scare Minho. As Jisung got behind Minho, quietly lifting his arms in the air in preparation to attack, Minho spoke.
“Want your iced coffee?” Minho said flatly, not showing any indication he had even heard Jisung.
“How did you know I was here?” Jisung pouted, moving to lean against the counter and look at Minho.
“I heard you falling out of bed.” Minho chuckled. “Like seriously, did you jump on the floor?”
“Oh… yeah, I did kinda flop out, I guess.” Jisung sighed, annoyed that he hadn’t thought about his lack of stealth on his way out of bed when sneaking up on Minho. “So, are you just here all the time?”
“I’m working here.” Minho smirked as he worked on the coffee.
“Yeah, but I have never seen you leave, or arrive here.”
“I mean, you woke up at noon today.”
“Point. But seriously, are you even going home at all? Are you sleeping here?” Jisung asked, genuinely curious.
“I have crashed on the couch a couple of times. I try to go home most days, but I’m working pretty late. I think your dad is trying to get as much work done quickly so he can spend the rest of the summer actually doing stuff with you. So we are putting in some intense hours. I prefer working late here to working in the office where people will just dump extra work and small talk on me. Here I just have you. And your small talk is a lot more entertaining.” Minho chuckled.
“Happy to amuse.” Jisung took a moment to just stare at Minho, never seeming to get enough of how good he looked. “Do you cuddle?”
“What?”
“When you do sleep, do you like to cuddle?”
“What are you even asking?” Minho said, but laughed heartily before nodding. “Taking that question at face value, I do enjoy cuddles. Especially when trying to sleep. It’s comforting.”
“I like cuddling too.” Jisung sighed. “I’m already missing college for that.”
“You cuddle at college?”
“My friends are pretty affectionate, so we spend more time sleeping in each other's dorms than alone.”
“I… Sounds… Friendly.” Minho frowned, seeming a little caught up on the topic of Jisung’s affectionate social life.
“Do you have anyone to cuddle? Anyone waiting for you at home while you are out late so often?”
“Just my cats.” Minho smiled.
“You have cats?”
“Three boys.”
“Well that is good… The cats, and the lack of someone waiting on you. I will feel less guilty having you run around and take care of me knowing you’re not supposed to be taking care of someone else.”
“Just the cats.” Minho said, voice a little weak, as he tried to hold back a smile.
“Cats are independent creatures, they will be fine sharing you.” Jisung bumped their hips together lightly, just desperate for any physical contact he could get.
“They already have to share me with each other.” Minho said, placing the straw in Jisung’s drink.
“So… Other than cuddling, what else do you like to do in bed?” Jisung asked, making Minho’s ears burn a bright red as he choked out a weak laugh.
“Sung! I was just thinking, do you need any money to buy a new game or anything to play this summer?” Chan asked, interrupting Jisung’s attempt to flirt harder.
“Huh?” Jisung pulled his attention from the slightly flustered Minho to look at his dad. “Oh, actually yeah. There’s a game I play with Felix at college, but I don’t have my own copy. It would be cool to be able to play with them all without dragging Felix and his laptop over here.”
“No problem! I am going to try and get some time for us to do some stuff together, like maybe go to the beach, or, I dunno, a theme park, or bar. I dunno what activities people do for fun.” Chan laughed as Minho took a breath and turned around with a smile back on his face.
“Whatever is good for me. I’m down for anything.” Jisung said, leaning his body so he pressed against Minho.
“That is a straight up lie, but I will think of some fun things to do. Send me the link for your game and I’ll buy it for you.” Chan told him, moving to take his coffee from Minho.
“I should go back to work.” Minho said with a smile to Jisung.
“Sure, and hey, next time you want cuddles, you know where to find me.” Jisung smiled and watched Minho shake his head slightly as he headed into the office.
Jisung spent the rest of his day installing the game Chan bought him, and setting up his character, and letting his friends know that he had the game so that they would invite him to play the next time they had a gaming night.
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The next day, Minho was already making his iced coffee when he came into the kitchen after waking up. Jisung smiled and thanked him, but pouted as this meant he had less time to flirt with him while he was making the drink. Jisung decided after having his morning coffee he would go out to get some lunch and do some shopping, before remembering why he hated leaving the house. It was far too crowded in the shops, and too hot outside. Jisung eventually just got a sandwich and a second iced coffee to go and headed back home. Jisung knew he was biased, but he really thought that Minho’s iced coffee was better than the one that he bought from a coffee shop.
Jisung went to shower off the outside world once he was back in the sanctuary of his home. He dressed in booty shorts and a very oversized, and almost sheer plaid shirt, straddling the line between focusing on comfort and dressing just to get Minho to stare at him. Jisung killed time watching anime on the couch until it got close to dinner time, when he could justify going to bother Minho and beg for attention as well as food.
“Hello providers! Are you paying or are you cooking to keep me fed tonight?” Jisung asked after bursting into the office after waiting as long as he could manage.
“I can cook.” Minho said with a chuckle. “If you can wait for like, ten more minutes for me to get started, I’ll wrap up here and then make dinner?”
“Of course. I’ll be waiting for you.” Jisung said, giving Minho a sneaky wink before he left the office to sit on the kitchen counter and wait for Minho.
Minho didn’t leave Jisung waiting for long, emerging from the office and smiling at Jisung as he went to wash his hands and gather ingredients. Jisung followed his movements, feeling mesmerised watching him roll up his sleeves and how he handled a knife. Minho’s hands were small, but looked strong, he had a firm grip and his veins were prominent as he worked with precision.
“Fuck, you’re good with you hands, huh?” Jisung said without even thinking. Minho stilled his movements and turned to look at Jisung for a moment before laughing and going back to chopping.
“Kinda helps with the whole cooking thing. Why? Are you not good with your hands? Is that why you don’t cook for yourself?” Minho smirked.
“Yeah, I mean I guess I have been told I’m better with my mouth.” Jisung said, and smirked as he saw Minho slip with the knife at the comment. “I’m more of a receiver than a giver…” Jisung pushed, seeing Minho place the knife down and turn his face slightly to hide whatever expression he had plastered there. “You know, with food. I do better sitting pretty while someone else does all the work to please me.”
“Fuck, Jisung.” Minho muttered, rubbing his face before letting out a breathy laugh and picking the knife back up.
“You’re more of a giver, right? Use those strong hands to make others happy?”
“Shit.” Minho hissed and laughed, shaking his head. “I like cooking. I like cooking for other people.”
“I think you liked helping me put on my sunblock too. I think you like taking care of others.”
“Sure. I like to look after others…” Minho said, and Jisung could see him furrowing his brow as he navigated Jisung’s minefield of innuendo.
“Do you like to take care of people when you cuddle? Are you a big spoon?” Jisung was grinning wide as he had fun pushing his flirting as far as he could.
“Why are you insistent on distracting me while I cook?” Minho asked with an exasperated huff, the curl on his lips of the barely concealed smile betraying that he wasn’t as annoyed as he tried to make it seem.
“Come on Sung,” Chan interrupted as he walked through the kitchen. “Minho is being kind enough to cook for us, again. Chill out and stop bothering him, yeah?”
“Yes, dad.” Jisung said, pouting a little at being caught so incessantly plying Minho with double entendre.
“I’m gonna go get a quick shower before dinner, you think you can stop pestering Minho for that long?”
“I’ll be good.” Jisung sighed, slinking over to drop into a chair and leave Minho alone.
“Wow, so you are capable of being calm. You just need to be scolded first.” Minho chuckled as he prepared the food to go into the oven.
“If you are suggesting you need to be strict with me, I will not be saying no.” Jisung said, leaning over the chair as Minho checked the oven then came over to sit next to him, eyebrow raised.
“We have about half an hour before dinner. Think you can talk to me like a real person and not a porn-bot for that long? Or should I just go back to work?”
“Nudes in bio.” Jisung said with a grin. Minho sighed and started to stand up. “No! I’m joking! I can talk. Sit, please?” Jisung begged, darting forward to grab Minho’s wrist as he laughed at him.
“I was only teasing anyway.” Minho said as he sat back down. “You are a fucking menace, you know that?”
“I’m not that bad.”
“You really are. You are incorrigible, utterly unruly. There’s no excusing it.”
“I’m nice…” Jisung said with an exaggerated pout, feeling glad at the smile that broke out on Minho’s face.
“Mm, very nice. And it doesn't hurt that you’re cute too.” Minho chuckled, poking Jisung’s puffed out cheeks.
“You like that?” Jisung grinned.
“Mm, round face and squishy cheeks are a good look. It does make you appear more sweet and innocent than you really are though.”
“My deceptive cheekies!” Jisung grinned and poked his own cheeks. “Dad tells me I get my chipmunk cheeks from my mom.”
“I’ve never heard him mention her.” Minho said delicately.
“It’s not like a sensitive subject. He was always good about being happy for me to ask about her as I grew up. She was his first love. His only love from what I can tell. They were high school sweethearts. Went to college together. They got married at about my age, and got pregnant just a couple of years later. There were complications though, it was a bad birth. I survived without any issues, but she didn’t make it. So, I never got to meet her. My dad never wanted me to miss out on her though, so he always encouraged me to talk about her.”
“I’m so sorry, Jisung.”
“Thanks. My dad was great about everything. He even gave me her family name so I could have a part of her with me. Which caused some confusion when I was growing up, but I think it was worth it.”
“You have a different family name?”
“Oh yeah, I’m Han Jisung, not Bang. I know my dad misses her, and it must have been hard for him, but he never let it get in the way of giving me the best life he could. So maybe he works a little too hard, but he made sure I never went wanting for anything. And he does make time for me, even when he’s overworked and burnt out, he never passes up on spending time with me.”
“Yeah, that fits. He was fighting so hard to get the whole summer off work, but the timing was bad. When he realised he couldn't take the time off without screwing the whole department, he demanded he work from home to be with you. I was happy to be out of the office, so he didn’t really have to talk me into coming when he was looking for someone to help him in person.”
“Sounds like dad, and he brought me a hot guy to play with too.” Jisung grinned, unable to keep from flirting a little.
“I guess so.” Minho said with a laugh and a shrug, blushing slightly, Jisung’s more subtle flirting seemed to be affecting him as much, if not more than his heavy come ons.
“So, what did I miss? Talking about anything good?” Chan asked, slipping into a chair across from Jisung with damp hair.
“I was telling Minho about mom.” Jisung said with a smile.
“Oh, my favourite topic!” Chan said, his face instantly melting to a vision of fondness.
“I was telling him she gave me my cheeks.”
“And your eyes.” Chan beamed before glancing at Minho. “Jisung gets all his looks from her.”
“She must have been really beautiful.” Minho said, joining Chan in gazing at Jisung, who was starting to blush at the compliment.
“She was. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The only woman I would ever love. She really gave Jisung the best of herself.”
Chan was caught up in the adoration of his late wife, not even noticing Minho’s compliment to Jisung, and how he was gazing at Jisung with his own look of admiration. Minho kept watching Jisung with a soft smile as he and Chan talked about his mother, his eyes not wavering until he had to leave the table to finish dinner for them all. Jisung struggled to keep his focus as his skin felt like it was tingling with desire for Minho, having him look at him in such a way again was all he could think of. Feeling a deep need to unlock new and more intense moments of want from Minho directed at him. Jisung managed to get through the whole meal without trying to hit on Minho, simply holding his gaze whenever he would look at him, and returning the warm smiles he was blessed with.
Minho went home that night, since Chan said they had been working too many late nights in a row, and needed at least one full night to sleep. Jisung was sad to see Minho leave, but was happy to spend the evening watching some crappy action movie with his dad before he retreated into his own bed to stay up late watching more internet videos about topics he had no real interest in until he finally fell asleep.
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The next day, Jisung found Minho in the kitchen, already making his iced coffee when he sleepily padded into the room. Jisung grinned and slouched next to him, not even trying to sneak up on him today.
“Oh baby, you are so good at anticipating my needs.” Jisung said with a sleepy smirk.
“Baby? Really?” Minho said, face looking unimpressed, but his blushing ears betrayed him.
“Not a fan of being called baby? I could find another name to call you?” Jisung said with a shit eating grin.
“How about instead of us brainstorming for one, you can just stick with calling me Minho for now.”
“Fine, and you can call me anything you want to.”
“Okay, brat.” Minho chuckled.
“Oh yeah? I don’t usually get called that outside of the bedroom.” Jisung said, giggling as Minho groaned and hid his face in his hands and she slumped onto the counter.
“It is far too early for this shit.” Minho said between laughs.
“Did you not sleep well?”
“I slept fine, just not enough.” Minho said, sighing as he straightened up to finish making the drinks. “I stayed up late like an idiot, then I got up early to get some muffins to bring here for breakfast.” Minho said, pushing a box of fresh muffins towards Jisung.
“Oh fuck! I appreciate the sacrifice. My big, strong provider!” Jisung said, taking out one of the muffins and bringing it to his face to inhale the sweet smell.
“In that case, here, my small, weak taker.” Minho chuckled as he passed Jisung his coffee.
“Is that the business professional talk for calling me submissive and breedable?”
“You know what, I’m going back to calling you a brat.” Minho scoffed, laughing as he took the two other coffees into the home office.
“Fuck, I would sit up and beg if he asked.” Jisung sighed as he stared at the closed door.
Jisung took his coffee and muffin to the couch, half laying down as he ate his breakfast in front of the TV. He was still lounging there when his phone pinged with a message from Felix, telling him that he was going to be gaming that day, and asking if Jisung wanted to join him. Jisung told him he would be online soon, then rolled off the couch to take his glass back to the kitchen and grab some snacks for his lunch. He tossed his food and soda haul onto his bed and set up his laptop before heading to get a quick shower. Once he was clean, he threw on some loose clothes and got himself settled at his desk, curling up in his computer chair as he pulled on his headphones and connected to the server to talk to his friends.
“What up Chat!” Felix greeted him when he joined the voice chat.
“That’s mister Chat-Porn-Bot to you!” Jisung said, tabbing to load up his game while he spoke.
“Oh? Giving free porn now? Honestly, I wanna hear what your idea of doing phone sex sounds like. I bet it’s funny as shit!”
“Fuck you! I am a master at all sex, phone sex included!”
“Whatever you say, honey. So you got that old man sex yet?”
“He’s not that old.”
“How old is he?”
“I have no idea.” Jisung chuckled, joining a server to play with Felix.
“Bruh, what if he can’t get it up!”
“Then I will go buy some blue pills. Besides, he looks younger than my dad.”
“Oh yes, the DILF master general. But until I see proof, in my head he is nowhere near as hot as your young ass dad.”
“Gross. Turn on PVP, I need to kill you for my family honour.”
“If I kill you, I get your blessing to suck your dads dick.”
“Dude! I don’t want to know anything that happens to my dads junk! Let me kill you!”
Jisung focused on gaming, taking time to warm up, and lose repeatedly to Felix before their other friends joined them. Jisung quickly got caught up in gaming, losing track of time and reality as he yelled and snacked his way through the hours staring at his screen. Jisung acknowledged his dad coming into his room to clear his empty snacks and replace them with a sandwich and a large bottle of water at some point. Jisung wasn’t even fully convinced it was only the early hours of the next morning when his friends started complaining about being tired.
“Come on guys, it’s still so early! We can do this all night!” Jisung said in protest to the others talking about logging off.
“Jisung, it is two in the morning, we have done this all night.” Seungmin pointed out.
“We can go all morning!” Jisung retorted.
“You can do what you want. I need my beauty sleep.” Hyunjin chipped in.
“You are all quitters!”
“Sung, look at it this way. If you stay up too late you become nocturnal and not get to see your hot guy anymore.” Felix pointed out to him.
“Goodnight everyone!” Jisung yelled, probably too loud for the time of morning it was.
“Fucking simp.” Seungmin scoffed as he logged off.
“I for real hope he fucks you soon. You are far too hard up right now. It’s bordering on pathetic.” Hyunjin cackled as he logged off. Jisung rolled his eyes, though he would admit he might have talked about how hot Minho was a little more than was reasonable while gaming.
“Don’t forget, come to mine on Friday so we can head to the club together.” Felix told him.
“Yeah I know. Just try not to change my entire outfit before we leave this time?”
“No promises.” Felix chuckled before logging off, leaving Jisung in silence.
Jisung shut down his laptop and tossed his headphones down on the closed lid before standing up and stretching his body. He grunted as he tugged his arms and twisted at the waist. He sighed and picked up the plate from the sandwich he had eaten earlier, and headed down to put it in the sink and refresh his bottle of water. He left the light off in the kitchen, using the light he had turned on in the living room to see by. He turned and saw light peeking through the edge of the door to the office as he filled his water bottle. As Jisung was screwing the top on his bottle and debating if he was more tired or hungry he heard the office door opening. He turned and smiled at seeing a sleepy looking Minho walking towards him.
“What are you doing still being awake?” Minho asked, his smile lopsided with sleep as he moved to lean against the counter next to Jisung.
“I’ve been in a gaming hole. I didn’t really know what time it was until my friends said they needed to go to bed. What are you still doing here?”
“Been working non-stop. I think I was close to falling asleep at the keyboard when I heard you hollering about something.” Minho chuckled. “But I should probably head home now.”
“How?” Jisung laughed as Minho grumbled and moved his hands to rub his face, flinging his glasses from their spot on his nose, only just catching them before they dropped to the floor.
“Fucking glasses.” Minho groaned as he placed them back on his face and blinked rapidly. “I’ll drive. That is my car in the drive next to your dads.”
“Uh… fuck no?” Jisung said with a scoffed laugh.
“Yeah, it is my car…”
“No, I mean you are not fucking driving home right now.”
“Why not?” Minho asked with an amused smile.
“You are far too tired! Look at you, you are swaying on your feet, you forgot you were wearing glasses. You are in no state to drive.”
“It will be fine, I can drive okay.” Minho shook his head.
“Bullshit! What would you say to me if I tried saying that shit while as tired as you are?” Jisung said firmly. Minho sighed and nodded, running his fingers through his hair.
“Yeah, no you are right. I would call you an idiot and take your keys away from you.” Minho laughed.
“Okay, so you should come and stay in my bed.”
“What? I don’t think so…”
“What? You’re not gonna risk your own, and others, safety by driving home, we have established that. Do you really want to sleep on the couch and risk aching muscles or a stiff neck?”
“Look, I just… It sounds kinda…”
“Just to sleep. I mean, I am very much open to comforting cuddles too, but I just mean I will share my bed. You do so much for me, let me do this for you.”
“I really don’t think Chan would be happy about this…”
“Really?” Jisung asked, rolling his eyes and huffing before walking to the home office and poking his head through the door, seeing his dad looking at a screen, his head in his hand and eyes barely open. “Hey dad, Minho was being stupid and going to drive home tired. I’m gonna make him crash with me so he doesn't crash his car.”
“Mm? Yeah, good call.” Chan said, in a way that made Jisung unsure if he had even heard him.
“See.” Jisung said to Minho as he closed the office door and went to Minho, taking his wrist in his hand and raising an eyebrow at him. “So what do you say? Chan doesn’t care, and I think it’s better for you to stay in a bed, than on the couch. Are you okay with this?”
“I…” Minho sighed and ran a hand through his hair and nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine with this.”
“The cuddling too?”
“Fuck, you are scarily persuasive.” Minho laughed. “Cuddling, but only cuddling! Understood?”
“I will behave myself, I promise.” Jisung told him with sincerity as he led Minho up to his room with his hold of his wrist. “You go wash up, I’ll go make sure I have nothing incriminating lying around my room. Sex toys, lingerie, high def quality zoomed in spy pictures of you that are suspiciously sticky.”
“You need to stop.” Minho said with a snorted laugh as he headed to the bathroom.
“I’m just joking, but I do need to put my laundry in the hamper, see you soon.”
Jisung went into his room and did a quick clean of his room, pulling back his sheets and sniffing to check the bedding had been changed recently. Once he was content that his room wasn’t gross he went to select some clothing. He grabbed two oversized T-shirts and sleep shorts for him and Minho to wear, placing the ones for Minho on the bed with an empty coat hanger. Minho walked in just moments later.
“I really should be more curious why you and Chan have so many spare toothbrushes.” He chuckled, his face damp and his glasses hanging loosely in his fingers.
“I have friends stay over pretty often.” Jisung shrugged. “Okay, if you wanna sleep naked or in your underwear, that is more than okay with me. But if you have the compulsion to wear clothes to sleep, I picked these out for you. I also got a hanger for you to stop your clothes from getting creased.”
“Yeah, thanks. I appreciate that.” Minho smiled at him.
“I guess you would prefer I not sleep butt-ass naked too, so I’ll take my clothes and go wash up, give you some privacy to get changed.”
Jisung went to the bathroom, and took his time getting changed and washing up. The thought of getting a sneaky peek of Minho’s naked body was a tantalising one, but he never wanted to cross any lines or make him actually uncomfortable with his pursuing him. Once he was ready, he tapped on his door and waited a second before opening it and smiled as he saw Minho wearing his clothes. He gasped silently as his eyes took in just how tight his own shorts were on Minho’s shockingly muscular thighs.
“Um… Do… Do you have a side of the bed?” Minho asked, and Jisung tore his eyes away to look back up at him, and saw he was looking a little awkward standing next to the bed.
“I’m good on either side.” Jisung said, gesturing for Minho to get in as he turned off the light and took the other side.
Jisung slid in the bed next to Minho, hearing Minho sigh contentedly at being laid in Jisung’s comfortable bed. Jisung shifted a little closer, turning to face Minho and smiled wide at him in the dim light.
“This is better than the couch, right?” Jisung asked.
“Mhmm.” Minho hummed.
“Wanna cuddle then?”
“Okay.” Minho said, his sleepy mind seeming to have given up any pretence of resisting as his arms slid around Jisung as he wiggled next to his body.
“Mm, this is nice.” Jisung hummed, his own hands siding to hold Minho.
“Yeah.” Minho breathed, a small smile on his face, his eyes already closed.
“I’m glad you let me take care of you for once.”
“You’re good at it. Thank you for stopping me from being stupid.” Minho told him, his voice heavy with sleep.
“I prefer you taking care of me. But it is pretty nice being the caring one occasionally.” Jisung moved his face close to Minho, their noses lightly brushing together.
“I like it.” Minho mumbled, his own face nuzzling forward.
Minho hummed as his lips puckered and pressed a soft kiss to the side of Jisung’s mouth, seeming like he was almost moving on instinct. Minho sucked in a deep breath and moved back, frowning a little.
“Sorry…”
“Don’t be.” Jisung told him, moving forward and brushing their lips together in the ghost of a kiss. “I like it.”
“You’re trouble.” Minho grumbled.
“Yeah, and you’re hot.” Jisung told him with a smirk. Minho hummed a soft grunt in his throat as his sleepy face morphed with conflicting emotions. “It’s okay. Let’s just go to sleep now, okay?” Jisung said. He had waited for this opportunity, to have Minho laid in his bed, and even kissing him, but he knew that now was not the time to focus on his own desires and pleasure. Minho was too tired to think clearly, so Jisung could wait.
“Okay.” Minho breathed, his face relaxing as his arms tightened around Jisung.
Jisung smiled and closed his eyes, pressing against Minho and nuzzling into his neck as he let his own body relax into sleep, lulled by how shockingly comforting he found Minho’s presence to him.
☀
Jisung awoke alone in his bed, which when he saw it was almost noon made sense. He stretched and saw the clothes Minho had slept on were folded neatly, and placed on his computer chair. Jisung took his time to get up, and make his way to the kitchen, where Minho was waiting for him with a smile as he was already making his iced coffee. Jisung beamed and moved next to him, hoping there would be no tension after they had shared a bed.
“Morning.” Jisung greeted him.
“Barely.” Minho scoffed with a smile.
“Did you sleep well?”
“I did, thank you.” Minho said with a soft smile.
“Better than the couch, right?”
“Much better. Thank you for stopping me from being an idiot and driving tired. I fell asleep so quickly, I would have been a danger on the road.” Minho said with full sincerity.
“I know I seem like a reckless idiot, but I am capable of being rational and taking care of others.”
“I don’t think you’re an idiot.” Minho told him, passing him his iced coffee with a fond smile.
“You might be the only one then.” Jisung said with a meek smile.
“I’m sure that’s not true. You are-”
“Sung!” Chan interrupted with a cheerful tone. “Minho tells me you saved him from falling asleep at the wheel last night. I told him he has to cook something special for you to make it up to you.”
“It was no trouble, I prefer not to sleep alone anyway.” Jisung shrugged, giving his dad a bright smile. “But I will not turn down whatever special meal I may have coming my way!”
“You got it.” Minho smiled at him as he passed Chan his coffee and headed to the office.
“Are you okay with Minho being here? It’s not making you uncomfortable, right?” Chan asked when Minho was out of the room, moving closer so he could speak softly.
“I’m very comfortable with him around, don’t worry. I had to practically force him to stay with me and not drive while half asleep last night. He’s a nice guy. I like having him around. Don’t worry about that.” Jisung reassured him with a warm smile.
“Phew!” Chan said, theatrically wiping his brow. “I know you aren’t the kind of person to just put up with someone making you unhappy, but I wanted to check. And I’m so glad you are so sensible and caring. I’m so proud you’re my son!” Chan said, pulling Jisung into a half hug and kissing his head.
“Oh fuck! It’s too early for sentimentality.” Jisung laughed, hugging Chan briefly before pushing him away. “You’re not too bad of a dad either.”
“High praise indeed.” Chan laughed, moving back and sipping the coffee before gasping at the heat. “Do you need anything? Not bored?”
“I’m fine. Gaming, lazing, going to the club at the weekend. Living life, you know.”
“Okay, good. Let me know if you need anything. And you can bring your friends over whenever you want. I know I’m working, but I can work through noise, so just do whatever.”
“Thanks, I will.” Jisung nodded with a bright smile that Chan returned before heading into his office.
Jisung didn’t get to see much of Minho over the next couple of days. Minho leaving after dinner to make sure he actually got home, and seeming to be working more constantly to make up for not staying late to work. Jisung tried to get out of the house a few times, going for walks and going to get lunch out for a couple of days. He spent the day before he was going out drinking with his friends, relaxing on his bed. He knew it would be loud and crowded, and being so social could be draining on him, so he wanted to relax and conserve his energy in anticipation of that. The morning of the day he was going out, he got his usual morning coffee and light flirting with Minho before retreating back to his room to laze around until he had to pick his outfit. He waited until early afternoon then went to shower, getting himself clean, shaved, and smelling good before he put on underwear and video called Felix.
“What’s up, cutie-pie?” Felix asked as he answered. “Oh, naked video, I like where this is going!”
“Pervert. You have to pay for that kind of content.” Jisung said with a playful smirk. “I figured you could help me pick out my outfit, that way you don’t have to criticise me and change my clothes when I get to yours later.”
“Oh yes! I love online dress up games!” Felix cooed, getting a laugh from Jisung. “Okay, so I want the vibe to be casual, but super fucking sexy and slutty.”
“Oh, because that sounds easy.”
“Think denim and skin. Come on, let’s see what you’re working with.”
Jisung spent the next hour ransacking his wardrobe, trying on different clothes, and mixing at Felix’s request until they managed to agree on one of the outfit options he had selected. They settled on a pair of faded and light blue jeans that Felix had helped him sew a half ripped skirt on the top of with large safety pins to ensure it stayed on and add to the aesthetic, and a cropped long sleeve top with a cut out at the chest. Since the jeans rode low and the top rode high, Jisung was actually showing a large amount of skin while not feeling too naked. Felix hung up to put on his own outfit, having chosen his the night before. Jisung had told him he would finish getting ready, putting on some make-up and jewellery before having a light meal, then he would head to Felix’s before they had to meet their friends. Jisung carefully chose a few pieces of jewellery, a chain necklace, earrings and a few rings, all in silver to match the tone of the clothes he had on, and placed an oversized safety pin over the chest opening on his top to match the ones on the skirt. He spent a short while putting light smoky make-up on his eyes, a slight highlight that made him look shimmery without having to mess with glitter, and a basic glossy lip balm that he slipped in his pocket to take with him. After spraying himself with some cologne and looking over himself in the mirror, he figured this was the best he was gonna get and smiled at himself before heading down to fill his stomach.
Jisung looked in the fridge, cracking open an energy drink as he perused his food options. He didn’t want to use his energy cooking, but he knew he should try and have something filling before he drank so that he wouldn’t get too drunk too quickly. As Jisung was debating if ramen would be a suitable meal, he was startled by a light hand landing on his shoulder.
“Oh fuck!” Jisung gasped, turning around and seeing Minho chuckling at him. “You scared me.”
“I called your name. You space out too much.” Minho grinned before stepping back and taking in how Jisung looked. “Wow…”
“What?”
“Sorry. You’re all dressed up… I mean, you look good. Nice outfit.” Minho tripped over his words and rolled his eyes as he grunted to himself.
“Yeah, I’m going clubbing with my friends. I was just wanting to try and find something to eat before I started drinking. I do not have a good enough tolerance to drink on an empty stomach.” Jisung chuckled, feeling himself heating up at how Minho couldn’t seem to stop looking at Jisung.
“I’ll make you something.”
“You don’t have to, I can throw a quick thing together.” Jisung said with a sweet smile.
“No, you should eat a real meal before you go out.” Minho gestured for Jisung to sit at the table as he took his place peering into the fridge. “Ah, so you're going out with friends?”
“Yeah. I’m not exactly a party guy, but I have fun with them.”
“Oh?” Minho prompted him to keep talking as he took out some vegetables and meat from the fridge and set up the rice cooker to get started on making Jisung his early dinner.
“Yeah. It will be good to see them. Two of them go to the same college as me. I’ve been friends with Felix for years, but we met Hyunjin in college, he lives pretty close though. And Seungmin went to a different college so we haven’t seen as much of him. He comes up to visit us sometimes and has partied with our college friends a few times though, so he knows Hyunjin well. It’s a small group, but we get along well, so I prefer it that way.”
“Quality over quantity. I feel the same way about my own social life.” Minho nodded.
“So I’m going to Felix’s, then Hyunjin is driving to his, and the three of us will make our way to the club where we are meeting Seungmin. I don’t doubt Felix is going to force feed me some drinks when I am at his, so I will probably already be buzzed when I get there.” Jisung laughed.
“I hope your friends will take care of you…” Minho muttered.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Unless they get pass-out wasted themselves, they won’t leave me unattended.”
“Good…” Minho sounded concerned, but didn’t press any further as he cooked.
Jisung rambled about anything, just enjoying letting his mind wander as he sipped his drink and waited for Minho to feed him. Minho didn’t take long to present him with a simple yet delicious looking rice bowl, packed with vegetables and seasoned meat. He sat down next to Jisung as he started to eat.
“Have you not made yourself anything?” Jisung asked with his cheeks filled with food.
“Nah, it’s a bit early. Your dad will probably order some food for us later.” Minho told him, resting his chin in his hand with his elbow resting on the table as he watched Jisung eating. “Is your phone fully charged?”
“Yes.” Jisung grinned.
“Good, good. Got enough cash and cards, ID?”
“Yeah, my wallet is fully stocked.”
“Good…” Minho sighed. “If you get stranded or anything… You can call me. I mean, your dad, obviously. But…”
“I’ll be fine. I know how to take care of myself. And my friends do too. I will call for help if I need it. But I’m just gonna go get drunk, dance, and stumble home late. It’s not a big deal.”
“I know.” Minho nodded, sighing softly.
“I’m not a fan of the crowds and stuff, but I always enjoy myself once I get a few drinks in me.”
“Sure.”
“I will look rough tomorrow when I come crawling in to demand that one of you feed me though.” Jisung laughed.
“Make sure you drink some water before you go to bed.”
“Check. I can manage that even if I pass out on the road. I’ll just lay down next to a puddle.” Jisung smirked as Minho sighed and rolled his eyes again.
“Don’t do that. You’ll ruin your pretty outfit.”
“You think I look pretty in this outfit?” Jisung said with a flirty smile, tilting his head to the side.
“You’re always pretty. The outfit is also pretty today.” Minho said casually, glancing away and giving Jisung a view of his ears starting to blush.
“You flirt.” Jisung chuckled, spooning the last mouthful of food in his mouth. “Thank you for the meal. It was delicious!” Jisung said as he took the bowl to the sink and headed to tell his dad he was leaving.
“Anytime.” Minho told him, as he followed him, slipping past him to sit at his laptop as Jisung talked to his dad.
“Okay, I’m heading to Felix’s now. I’ll be out late.” Jisung told Chan with a smile and a wave.
“Okay, got your keys?”
“Yeah, and my wallet, and my phone, and enough lube and condoms for the whole rave to be safe.” Jisung smirked at his dad laughing at his crudeness, seeing Minho tensing slightly from the side of his eye.
“Lovely. Don’t forget that while poppers help loosen you up, too much will make you blind, so think before you take drugs.”
“So you’re telling me glasses are a sign of too much poppers?” Jisung said with a smirk, looking at Minho with a raised eyebrow.
“No Jisung, I am telling you not to do poppers.” Chan laughed, pulling Jisung’s attention back to him. “You’re body, your choice with drugs, but be sensible, and use the buddy system. And if you do choose to take drugs for real, message me and keep in touch. I don’t wanna get a call from Felix about you freaking out from a bad trip.”
“Okay, that was one time! I had never been stoned before and I thought it would be fun to play a horror game. It was not!”
“Yeah, I remember you needing to sleep with the light on for a week after.” Chan smirked as Jisung scoffed.
“I was a teenager then. But I have no current plans to take any drugs tonight. Other than alcohol. Which I plan on replacing half my bloodstream with.”
“Oh yeah, that’s better.” Chan shook his head. “Have fun, and if you go home with someone other than Felix, message me the address. I’m serious about that one.”
“I know, I will drop you a map pin if I go to a second location. Don’t worry.” Jisung told him honestly.
“Okay, enough fussing and fucking around. Have a good night, and if you get overwhelmed, you can bring your friends back here to drink. Don’t burn out for no reason.”
“Appreciate it.” Jisung smiled, and glanced at Minho, whose eyes were narrowed and glued to his screen. “Have fun working, see you guys later.” Jisung waved, smiling at Minho when he glanced up at him and gave him a tense smile before leaving.
Jisung closed the door, and checked he had everything he needed before putting on his boots with the platformed soles, trying to add a little height to his slight stature before he sent a message to Felix, and left the house to walk to his place. When he arrived at Felix’s home, he was greeted warmly by his parents before Felix took him up to his room to pre-game as they waited for Hyunjin. Once Hyunjin arrived, Felix brought him in to have a drink before they all accepted the offer of Felix’s dad driving them to where they would meet Seungmin. Jisung had had just enough to drink that he didn’t feel overwhelmed as he and his three friends entered their club of choice. It was loud and crowded, though not yet packed as they had arrived still rather early on in the night. The crowd was predominantly a queer crowd, even if the club wasn’t officially a gay one. Jisung clung to Felix’s arm as they made their way to the bar, and chose some drinks from the happy hour offer, overly sweet and still overpriced cocktails, before moving to find a table around the edge of the dancefloor.
Jisung sipped his drink as the four men chatted, catching up more than they had while on voice chat and gaming together. Felix was appointed as the social friend assigned with going to the bar and ordering their drinks, the others taking turns joining him to help him carry the glasses back to the group. Jisung was careful not to keep pace with the others, knowing his tolerance was lower. He still accepted a shot, and had enough cocktails that he was most definitely drunk by the time the four of them abandoned their table to go and dance together on the packed dance floor. Jisung was swaying his body, sticking close to his friends as he let himself relax, ignoring the rest of the world in favour of the feeling of the alcohol loosening his mind and enabling his revelry. The music was some remix of a current popular track, pumping out heavy bass and synth beats. Jisung felt like he recognised the song, but it was too loud to even really hear it. His brain started to supply its own music as he ignored the drone, only the electronic drum beat reaching his mind anymore.
“He turned to me as if to say, "Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you” !” Jisung belted out, singing loud enough for only his friends to hear him over the music as he threw his arms out to mime air drums. “It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you!”
“What’s he doing?” Hyunjin asked, as they all laughed at him.
“There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do!”
“I think he’s singing Toto’s Africa?” Seungmin mused as Jisung yelled out the lyrics.
“I bless the rains down in Africa!”
“He fucking is!” Felix cackled.
“Gonna take some time to do the things we never had!”
“You know, I can kind of hear it!” Seungmin said, pointing up as he bobbed his head to the beat.
“Fuck it! Dad rock is better than this anyway!” Hyunjin yelled.
“Karaoke on the dancefloor!” Felix yelled, grabbing Jisung and Hyunjin’s hands as he bounced around.
Jisung grasped Seungmin’s hand with his other hand, and Hyunjin and Seungmin linked up as they all started singing the lyrics to Africa as they danced around each other. They stayed on the dance floor for what felt like hours to Jisung, dancing until they were all coated with sweat and feeling breathless. Jisung was laughing and singing the whole time, endorphins and alcohol high in his system and making him feel a wonderful high at the fun he was having. They eventually left the dance floor, Jisung getting dragged with Felix to the bar to get drinks, as the other two hunted for a table for them to drink them at. Jisung stuck close to Felix as they looked for the table with their friends, his eyes staring at the drinks in his hands to make sure he didn’t spill as Felix carefully guided him with their linked arms. Jisung was soon standing next to a table, only enough chairs for two people, and Felix and Seungmin had taken them as Hyunjin and Jisung bounced around on their feet at their sides.
“You fucked that dude yet?” Seungmin asked Jisung flatly, making him almost choke on the drink he was sipping.
“No… I don't want to fuck him. I want him to fuck me!” Jisung laughed, swaying half intentionally and half due to the alcohol. “I’m working on it.”
“Just say you have no game and move on.” Hyunjin taunted him.
“Hey! I am sexy! And he wants me!” Jisung pouted. “He’s just working when I see him. He slept in my bed the other night though!”
“He was in your bed, and you still didn’t get laid? That’s tragic!”
“He almost kissed me!”
“Steamy.” Hyunjin laughed.
“I hope he fucks you soon. It’s been too long, I think it’s affecting your brain.” Felix chuckled.
“I have plenty of sex!”
“When was the last time?”
“It was…” Jisung frowned as his alcohol hazed mind struggled to remember the timeline of his own life, and pinpoint the last time he had had sex. “Okay, it’s been a little while, but I’ve been laid this year.”
“Well, that group has been eyeing us up for a while, maybe you will be getting fucked tonight.” Seungmin said, tilting his head over to a small group of men, two of which were looking in their direction. They smiled at them and muttered something to each other before approaching the table.
“Oop, doesn't look like it’s dick for us, Sungie.” Felix laughed as both men rounded the table to stand near Hyunjin and Seungmin.
Jisung and Felix sipped their drinks as they watched the new men, Changbin and Jeongin they had introduced themselves as, chatted up their two friends. The shorter, buffer one flirting heavily with Seungmin as the taller and quieter one was charming Hyunjin with his smile alone. Jisung was impressed at how well they were doing, his friends seeming to be fully into the strangers. It wasn't long before Felix tapped Jisung and gestured behind him as two guys were now approaching him. Jisung smiled back as the taller of the two smiled at him, the other guy hanging back as the tall one locked his eyes on him and stood right in front of him.
“I’ve seen you here before, right?” he asked with a cocky grin.
“Huh? Um… I doubt it. I don’t really come here often.” Jisung frowned, wondering if he had a lookalike out there.
“Figures, I know I wouldn’t have seen someone like you go without getting your number.”
“Oh!” Jisung laughed as he realised it was simply a chat up line, and he hadn’t actually thought he had seen him before.
“So, if you don’t come here often, what brings you here tonight?”
“Just having fun.”
“Oh yeah, I bet you are. You look like fun. Wanna have more fun tonight?” The guys asked, moving a hand to slide onto Jisung’s waist.
“Oh… I don’t…” Jisung squirmed, glancing over to Felix with a plea for assistance. Jisung hated being grabbed by strangers, he never knew how to leave the situation and it made his brain falter slightly.
“Hey, baby. Who are these guys?” Felix said in his deepest tone, sliding his hand over Jisung’s shoulders and pulling him out of the either guy's grasp as he eyed them challengingly.
“Oh, I didn’t know you were with someone.” The guys said, sneering as he seemed to be debating making more of a fuss.
“Yeah he is. He’s with me. And we’re with our friends.” Felix said, tilting his head to indicate the four men behind him to discourage the guy from making any more advances.
“Right, I see.” The guy grumbled, looking back at his friend and shrugging before they both walked away.
“Ugh, why do strange men always have to touch me?” Jisung complained and Felix pulled him back to sit on his lap on the stool.
“Because you are so touchable!” Felix said, tickling Jisung and making him yelp before slapping him.
“Asshole.” Jisung sighed, relaxing onto Felix as he looked at their friends. “Sex with strangers is hard. It’s so difficult to tell the hot and cool guys from the people who might steal your skin while you are asleep.”
“That’s true. Those two seem to have done well for themselves at least.”
Jisung hummed in agreement, seeing Seungmin fully making out with the muscular man, and Hyunjin draped over his night's admirer. He and Felix watched their friends having their publicly intimate moment for a while longer before turning their attention back to each other.
“I could always go home with you.” Felix laughed.
“You don’t want to fuck me. We have been over this.”
“Yeah, but I could be the big spoon.” Felix grinned before puckering his lips.
“Maybe, but isn’t Hyunjin staying at yours tonight?”
“He said so, but looks like he might have someone else to go home with now.” Felix laughed.
“Yeah, looks likely.” Jisung laughed. “Don’t let me stop you finding your own action though. I can happily go home alone and enjoy being spread out on my own in my bed.”
“Sure. I’ll come cuddle you if I’m alone though.” Felix told him, hugging him as Hyunjin and the guy he was holding, Jeongin it turned out, came out of their own little world and joined them in a conversation.
Jisung mostly just listened to the conversation, his social energy pretty heavily depleted, and the alcohol muddling his brain as he felt most definitely drunk now. He was still having a good time, but he was just not as high energy and outgoing as he had been earlier in the night. He was enjoying the comfort of being held by Felix, and laughed along to what the others said. As the night was most definitely now classed as early in the morning, Seungmin told them he was leaving with his man, Changbin, and told them he would send them his location when he got there, and message them in the morning. After Felix and Hyunjin deemed him not too drunk to make the decision, and demanded Changbin exchange numbers with them for safety reasons, they wished him a happy hook up, and said goodbye for the night. The three of them lingered for a while longer, Jeongin buying them all a round before they decided they would also call it a night. They were outside the club, Jisung leaning against the wall as Felix was opening the app for a taxi, and trying not to fall asleep on the street.
“Okay, who's going where, and with who?” Felix asked the men.
“Home!” Jisung cheered.
“I’ll be coming back to yours, right?” Hyunjin asked, with Jeongin still wrapped in his arms.
“Both of you?” Felix asked.
“No, if it’s on the way I wouldn’t mind sharing the ride though.” Jeongin clarified.
“My car’s at your place, I don't wanna have to find my way to yours in the morning to drive home.” Hyunjin chuckled.
“Besides, I’m staying with my parents for summer break. I think that could get awkward.” Jeongin chuckled.
“We exchanged numbers though.” Hyunjin informed them with a happy, tipsy grin.
“Jisung?” Felix got Jisung’s attention. “We could both come back to yours, or you could stay at mine?”
“Nah. I like my own bed too much. And I know you two when you are drunk. You will steal my bed and I’ll end up on the floor.” Jisung laughed. “Just drop me off on the way.”
Felix ordered one taxi for the four of them. Jisung squeezed in the back with Hyunjin and Felix, as Jeongin sat in the front. They dropped Jeongin off first, Hyunjin making him promise to call him before he left. Then they stopped at Jisung’s house before the final stop. Felix gave Jisung a big, and drunkenly damp kiss on the cheek as he said goodbye.
Jisung walked a little unsteadily to his door, and fumbled with his keys for a moment before letting himself in. He locked the door, and hung up his keys before he struggled to take off his boots. He foolishly tried to take them off while standing up and stumbled into the wall a couple of times before managing to free himself of the footwear. He hoped he wasn’t so loud that he would wake his dad, if he was even asleep. Once in socked feet he slouched his way to the kitchen to get some water before bed. Jisung had only just filled his glass, struggling to see in the dark kitchen, it hadn’t occurred to his drunk mind to turn on the light, when he hear a sound and turned to see Minho emerging from the office, leaving the door open and spilling light into the room as he approached Jisung with a soft smile.
“You like Africa by Toto, right?” Jisung said, placing his undrunk water on the counter as he pointed an accusatory finger at Minho.
“How old do you think I am?” Minho chuckled as he stood still when he was right in front of Jisung.
“I dunno… When did Africa come out?”
“Before I was born.”
“Really?”
“I mean, I think so. It was long before I was old enough to care about music at least.”
“Oh… But you like it?”
“Of course. It’s a classic.”
“So what did you listen to when you were about my age?” Jisung asked, cocking his head to the side and tilting his hips so he was looking up at the man who was only slightly taller than him.
“Hollaback Girl.” Minho said with a smirk.
“That shit is bananas.” Jisung said with a straight face before they both cracked up.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t going to come home.” Minho told him when they had stopped laughing.
“I didn’t think you would still be here this late.” Jisung frowned and laughed as something occurred to him, he moved to look in the office and see it was empty. “Is my dad in bed?”
“Yeah, he went up a couple hours ago.”
“Wait…” Jisung grinned. “You were waiting up for me, weren’t you?” Jisung asked with a smug grin. Minho made a grunting sound and scrunched up his face before responding.
“I just wanted to know if you were okay, since I was working late anyway… It only occurred to me a little bit ago that I might be waiting until after morning if you had gone home with someone.”
“Well, I’m here. I didn’t go home with anyone.” Jisung said, and felt joy at the small smile Minho gave him at that, then felt the need to tease him. “We just fucked in the club. Right there on the dance floor. Full on sex show for everyone to see!”
“Mm.” Minho grunted again, not giving much away about how he felt.
“I didn’t fuck anyone. I’m joking. I do that, you know.” Jisung chuckled, moving closer and placing a hand on Minho’s waist.
“Yeah, I had noticed that. Good night?”
“I mean, I did get hit on by this guy.” Jisung said, frowning as he remembered. “But I wasn’t into it.”
“No?”
“He was all… Skeezy, and felt like he could touch me.”
“He touched you?” Minho asked, his eyes seeming to darken.
“Mm, put his hand on my waist. Felix had to act all territorial to chase him off.”
“Felix?”
“My friend?”
“Right…”
“I hate it when strangers touch me…” Jisung sighed, his hand slowly rubbing over Minho’s shirt. “I’d like it if you touched me though.”
“You’re drunk.”
“So? Do you want to touch me?”
“I will not touch you while you are drunk.”
“But do you want to?”
“Jisung, you may be persuasive, but there is nothing you can say or do that will get me to touch you, not like that, while you are drunk.”
“Not at all? Not even if I dropped down to my knees right now?” Jisung asked, inching closer to Minho and maintaining eye contact with him. “Opened my mouth, waited for you to use me however you wanted? Begged even?”
“Stop it.” Minho said firmly.
“You don’t like it?” Jisung asked, the alcohol quickly turning his confidence to insecurity. “Do I annoy you?”
“What?”
“I know I come on too strong… I’m not good at the whole flirting thing. And I’m being annoying! I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I don’t want to be annoying. I can stop.” Jisung pouted, his tired and drunken mind more emotional than his usual self.
“You don’t annoy me, Jisung.” Minho said, lifting a hand to very gently caress his cheek.
“But if my whole… thing is making you uncomfortable, I’ll back off, think more before I talk to you.”
“I don’t want you to change, you’re perfect just the way you are.”
“You’re not upset with me?”
“No. I just want you to drink your water and go to bed so you can sleep and hopefully not feel too hungover tomorrow.”
“I can do that.” Jisung smiled and nodded, twisting his body around and dislodging Minho’s hand from his face as he grabbed his glass of water again. “So… Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Want to touch me?”
“Jisung, I told you-”
“No, I’m not asking you to. I just want to know. Just tell me. I want to know if I am the only one… Just, when I’m sober, normally… Do you want to touch me? At all? Tell me, and I’ll have water and go to bed.” Jisung implored him. Minho took a deep breath and nodded his head as he looked around the room for a moment before he looked back at Jisung.
“Yeah, I do.”
“I want to touch you too.” Jisung said with a wide grin.
“You already are.” Minho laughed, looking down to where Jisung’s hand that was not holding his water glass, was still attached to Minho’s side.
“I want to touch you more… you know.” Jisung grinned.
“I know. Drink your water.”
“You should come to bed with me.”
“Jisung, me saying that doesn't change the fact that you are drunk.”
“No, I didn’t mean for that… I just… like the other day. It’s late. Don’t drive home… Stay. For me. I don’t want to go to bed alone. I want you to hold me. Just hold me, nothing else.”
“You promise to behave?”
“Of course!” Jisung looked up at him with his eyes wide.
“Fine. Only because it’s late, and you don’t want to be alone. No other reason. Understood?”
“Yeah, that’s all I want!” Jisung grinned.
“Drink the water, I’ll go and shut down the computer before we go up.”
Jisung beamed at him and nodded before turning to drink his water as Minho went back into the office for a moment, before turning and turning off the light, plunging them into darkness again. Jisung held out his hand to Minho in the dim light and Minho hesitated before he took it and they both went upstairs. Jisung told Minho to wash up as he went into his room to fumble around for some sleep clothes for them. He got Minho some pyjama bottoms and a tank top, placed them on the bed with a hanger, and grabbed the clothes he had slept in the night before for himself. Jisung washed up and changed in the bathroom after Minho, careful not to fall into the walls and he struggled in and out of the clothing.
Minho was standing next to the bed, with the covers pulled back, waiting for Jisung when he came back into his room. Jisung turned off the light and closed the door before wriggling in the bed next to Minho. Minho placed himself behind Jisung, wrapping his arms around him and holding him in a comforting embrace.
“This is the best way to end the night.” Jisung sighed as he relaxed in Minho’s arms.
“Mm.” Minho hummed in agreement. “Did you have a good night?”
“It was fun. Drinking, dancing. One of my friends went home with someone, and another got a number. Even I got hit on.”
“Doesn't sound like yours was wanted though.”
“No, I have my eyes on someone else.” Jisung said with a grin that Minho couldn’t see.
“I see.”
“I was telling my friends about you. About how I can’t stop thinking about you. About how much I want to touch you.”
“Yeah? And what do your friends think of you wanting someone who is probably close to twice your age?”
“I mean, most of them have made comments about wanting to fuck my dad, so they don’t really judge. I told them you are hot as fuck, and so that’s good enough reason.”
“Hmm.” Minho grumbled.
“Why do you seem to be tense when I call you hot?”
“I’m not used to guys telling me I’m hot. Not recently at least. And I haven’t had guys in their twenties tell me I’m hot since I was in my twenties. So it’s just a little strange to me.”
“But… You are hot.” Jisung insisted, lifting his head from the pillow and twisting his neck back so he could look at him. “Your face, your sharp nose, and perfectly chiselled cheekbones. That pouty lip that lifts and shows your teeth, so cute. Those eyes, so intense, I just always want them looking at me. And I am so desperate to see more of your body, but the little I have seen makes my brain stop working. On top of that, you're hot in how you are too. You are so fucking kind, always taking care of me. You can cook, that’s very hot. You are so sweet, and funny. Every part of you is hot.”
“Well, you are also very sweet and funny…” Minho said, then took a deep breath. “You are hot yourself. Hot enough that you should probably be looking at men your own age.”
“I do… And if I find a guy my age I like as much as I like you, I'll go for it. But so far, you're the only person I’ve met, of any age, that I want as much as this.”
“Oh…” Minho looked at Jisung in silence for a moment before sighing. “Lay back down, you need to sleep.”
“Okay. But I hope you know how desirable you are. You’re all I can think of.” Jisung mumbled as he laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes, snuggling back against Minho’s body as he let his drunken body bask in the comfort.
“I know how you feel.” Minho murmured into Jisung’s hair just as Jisung drifted to sleep.
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Jisung woke up to the sun streaming through the blinds he had forgotten to close while drunk, and an empty side of the bed. He grumbled, rolling around as trying to assess his hangover. He was thirsty, and achy, and felt a little dizzy, but he wasn’t in pain. He looked at the time with bleary eyes, seeing it was much earlier than he would have expected to wake up. He figured he needed to get up to hydrate, so he stumbled out of bed and unsteadily made his way downstairs after brushing his teeth to try and take away the after drinking feeling in his mouth. He was unsteady on his feet, grumbling as he wobbled on uncoordinated legs as he entered the kitchen.
“You are up bright and early.” Minho greeted, leaning back against the counter as he faced Jisung with a smile.
“Sun. Evil.” Jisung muttered as he dropped heavily into a chair.
“Ah, shit. I should have closed the blinds when I woke up.”
“It’s my bad, not yours.”
“I haven't started making your coffee as I wasn’t sure if your stomach could handle coffee while you are hungover?”
“Oh good call! I need something though. I’m even thirstier than usual.” Jisung giggled.
“I got it.” Minho nodded, pushing off from the counter and opening the fridge. “How does a fruit smoothie with green tea sound? It will give you sugars and nutrients, with a more gentle caffeine hit, while hydrating you?”
“Fuck, marry me!” Jisung groaned, dropping his head onto his hand propped on the table as Minho laughed and moved to start preparing his drink. “For real, you would make the best house husband… male wife? Whatever, you know what I mean?”
“I think I do.” Minho laughed, glancing over his shoulder with an amused smile. “So if I’m the homemaker, are you gonna earn the big money to keep me in the lifestyle I want?”
“Oh I got you! I have my dads money, all his years of hard work are mine!” Jisung said as Minho chortled with laughter. “And for good measure I’ll sell feet pics and my hole online. I will keep you so spoiled, baby, you’re gonna love it!” Jisung chuckled.
“Wow! You have even less of a filter when you are hungover than when drunk.”
“Full transparency, I feel like I might actually still be drunk right now.” Jisung giggled before dropping his head on the table and closing his eyes.
“Heads up, the blender will be loud.” Minho told him after a few moments.
Jisung hummed and lifted his head, and pressed his palms against the ears, eyes still closed as he heard the electric whir. Jisung kept his head cradled in his hands until he felt Minho’s fingers gently brushing through his hair. Jisung dropped his hands and saw the smoothie on the table next to him as Minho smiled down at him.
“Your breakfast smoothie.” Minho said gently, tipping his head to indicate the glass. Jisung picked up the smoothie and took a sip without moving his head out of Minho’s hold.
“So fucking good.” Jisung sighed.
“Good. Okay, you finish that, and maybe try to rest, or sleep more. Then when you wake up, if you don’t feel sick from your hangover, I can make you something solid to eat.”
“Fuck, you take such good care of me. I want to tongue kiss you.” Jisung mumbled.
“Wow.” Minho laughed, and scratched his fingers over Jisung’s scalp before removing his hand. “Go nap off the rest of the alcohol. I’ll see you later.” Minho smiled and shook his head before leaving to go back into the office.
Jisung sighed and took his smoothie to the couch, half laying down as he drank it, then placing the empty glass on the coffee table as he shrunk down into the cushions and curled up and fell asleep almost instantly. He wasn’t sure how long he napped for, but he knew his dad had checked on him at some point since he was covered in a blanket, a bottle of water was on the table, and one of his favourite shows from when he was a kid was on the TV. Once he was fully awake he dragged his drained and sluggish body to shower, and hoped it might wash off the lingering feeling of hangover. Once he was clean he went to pout for Minho to make him food. Minho complied with no complaint, Chan joined to eat with them. Jisung spent the rest of the day just relaxing until he went to bed.
Jisung woke up in the morning, and could feel that it was already a scorching hot day. He grumbled as he rolled out of bed, thankful that his pyjama bottoms and T-shirt were loose fitting, and not clinging to his hot skin. Jisung smiled as he saw Minho waiting for him in the kitchen, already making him his much needed iced coffee.
“You are my hero.” Jisung sighed as he moved next to him, leaning against the counter. “I need that sweet iced liquid. It is beyond fucking hot today.”
“Fuck, right?” Minho grumbled, as his hands moved to make Jisung’s drink. “I’m beginning to regret my whole decision to dress formally as I work from Chan’s home office out of respect for the fact that I am still working, thing. Now, I’m stuck in a shirt and slacks when I should be in shorts or something.”
“I mean, just stop? You could go borrow some of my clothes right now.”
“Nah, Chan wears smart clothes too, so it would be kinda shitty of me to just stop now. I made the choice, I’m gonna stick to the stupid clothing.”
“Committed to the bit.”
“Exactly.” Minho turned to face him, giving him a sweet smile before his eyes dipped down and took in Jisung’s sleep clothes. “Cute shirt.” Minho said, lightly tugging at the material of the black top with a cartoon cat yawning on the front.
“Oh yeah? You think I look cute in this?” Jisung asked with a grin as Minho hummed and nodded slightly, turning back to the task of Jisung’s coffee. “Do you think I’m cuter in this, or in the outfit I wore to the club?”
“They are both cute in their own, different ways.”
“Oh?” Jisung asked with a smirk. “So… What do you think I look best in?”
Minho picked up the coffee and moved in front of Jisung, passing him the glass and smirking, maintaining eye contact for a moment before turning away and back to the office without answering Jisung’s question. Jisung swallowed hard, there had been a glimmer in Minho’s eyes, and a suggestive edge to his smirk that had Jisung’s mind reeling. He sat down and sipped his coffee as he planned on what to do with this feeling. He needed to get Minho’s attention now, and needed more of his eyes running over his body. He had to see if he could get him to flirt back more, or fluster him. The hope he might actually be able to get him to break, and touch him finally.
After he had some fruit as a light breakfast Jisung headed upstairs, quickly showering before dressing to seek Minho’s attention. He chose his clothes with the goal of using the heat as an excuse to show off as much of his body as he could. He selected some red shorts, so short that they only just covered his boxers, and an oversized band T-shirt, the sleeves cut off and spit down the sides almost to his hip. He felt it was the perfect way to show off almost all of his skin while still wearing a full outfit.
Once Jisung thought he looked sultry and not just naked, he headed back downstairs, to wait for Minho to come into the kitchen again. He lounged on the couch, scrolling social media while not paying attention to a movie he had put on just for the sound. After just a couple of hours Jisung heard the office door open and he sprang up from where he was laid, and smiled to himself when he saw Minho standing in front of the coffee machine. Jisung got up and walked over to the freezer, opening the door and bending over, his hand lifted up and pressed against the fridge as his other hand searched for what he wanted.
“I don’t know how the hell you can have so much hot coffee in this heat.” Jisung said casually.
“I know. Look, if it wasn’t for how much I fucking need the caffeine I wo-” Minho abruptly stopped talking mid word and Jisung glanced to the side to see him gaping openly at Jisung posing for him. Jisung knew that his position had his top gaping open and showing a full view of his bare chest as well as the length of his legs being on view. Jisung smiled as his fingers closed around the popsicle he had been searching for.
“What’s wrong?” Jisung asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible as Minho blinked back to reality and turned to face his coffee.
“Nothing!” Minho quickly said as Jisung closed the freezer. “It’s hot… hot coffee, hot day… It’s all so very… hot.” Minho sighed.
Jisung moved to jump up onto the counter very close to Minho, spreading his legs wide as he unwrapped the ice treat and slipped his tongue out to run over the tip. Jisung’s mouth curled up into a smile as he tasted the cold sweetness, feeling pleased at how Minho’s eyes followed every movement of his mouth. Jisung slid the popsicle into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it and sucking as he watched Minho seeming fully entranced by his show. Jisung drew out sucking on the strawberry flavoured ice before pulling it out of his mouth.
“Are you okay?” Jisung asked, feigning innocence.
“It’s just too hot…” Minho said indistinctly, still locked onto looking at Jisung’s mouth.
“Wanna taste?” Jisung asked suggestively, waving the popsicle in front of Minho’s face and breaking his trance before smirking and placing it back in his mouth.
Minho seemed to take Jisung’s challenge, and moved to stand between Jisung’s legs, his thighs lightly pressing against Jisung’s knees. Jisung stared in wide-eyed surprise as Minho’s dark gaze was locked on him and he reached up and took the sick of the popsicle away from Jisung and pulled it out of his mouth. Minho then moved the popsicle, still wet with Jisung’s saliva, up and into his own mouth. Jisung watched, mouth still open, as Minho sucked, and twisted the treat in his mouth before removing it. He then moved the ice back to Jisung’s mouth. Jisung opened wider instinctively for him, but instead of placing it inside, Minho first ran the tip over Jisung’s lips, coating him with strawberry sweetness before he plunged it in his waiting mouth. Jisung closed his lips loosely around the intrusion and didn’t resist as Minho pushed it further into his mouth. He stopped before he got close to gagging him, and pulled it back, running the sweet cold object over Jisung’s tongue for what felt like hours, but was in reality only seconds, before he pulled it out, letting a small dribble of strawberry spit trial over Jisung’s chin, and placed the stick back in Jisung’s hand.
“Tasty.” Minho muttered softly, before turning back to pick up the two waiting coffee cups and leave Jisung dazed on the counter.
Jisung would have liked to have said something back, to have sucked suggestively, to have done anything in reciprocation, but he had been rendered incapable of thought from the surprise, and the white hot arousal that had shocked his system at Minho’s actions. Jisung felt hot, more so than from the summer heat. He felt the burning heat of desire burning him up from the inside. He was also hard. When his brain managed to get back in control he jumped off the counter to rush up to his room. He felt annoyed at how he had gotten so achingly, and physically aroused from such a small interaction, but he had been so pent up recently. Letting his frustrations build without giving himself any release as he focused on Minho. So he jogged into his room, closing and locking the door behind him as he tried to ignore how embarrassing it felt to have to run upstairs and touch himself the second Minho showed any attention back to him. He discarded his shorts and threw himself onto the bed, lifting his top so as not to make a mess before he focused on giving himself some much needed relief.
Jisung’s hand moved to grasp himself, wasting no time in rubbing over his hard, and aching dick. His other hand still held the instigator popsicle. Jisung moved the melting ice into his mouth, and moved his hands in rhythm. His fist pumping over his cock, as his hips lifted up to fuck into his own hand. His other hand thrusting the popsicle into his mouth, almost choking himself as he thought of Minho. The popsicle doubled as muffling the moans he gagged out as he plummeted towards his orgasm, shamefully quickly. His final moan was gargled in the sticky liquid of the popsicle when he released over himself.
Jisung sighed, and let his body relax as he finished eating the strawberry ice in his post-orgasmic haze. He let his hands drop to the bed, careful not to drip any kind of fluid on the sheets as he came back down from his high. He groaned as he realised what a mess he had made of himself. His stomach and chest splattered in drying cum, and his mouth and chin sticky from the popsicle. He grumbled and got off the bed, grabbing his shorts as he rushed to the bathroom to clean himself up. He came back to his room, clean, dressed, and filled with frustration again. He was still feeling the relief from his release, but now he was frustrated at how easy Minho had worked him up, but he was more frustrated over how he had just left him to deal with it himself.
Jisung flopped on his bed, huffing out a sigh and annoyance before deciding he was going to share his frustration and make this someone else's problem to fix. He grabbed his phone and called Felix, not even caring that he looked thoroughly fucked out, still flushed and hair mussed from his solo session. Felix answered quickly, smiling as he glanced at the screen. Jisung could see that he was in his computer chair, and he hoped he was alone, because he was not intending to filter what he said.
“Hey, what’s up?” Felix asked cheerily.
“I just jerked off.” Jisung said bluntly.
“Good for you. But I don’t recall subscribing to the ‘Jisung get’s off’ newsletter?”
“No, you did. You are on the top tier of my Patreon of ‘masturbation mentions, and cumming comments.’”
“Oh you know what, that really does sound like something I would sign up for.” Felix laughed. “But really, why do you need to tell me about you jorking it?”
“I did it with a popsicle.”
“Gross… I don’t mean to ick your kink, but it cannot be good for your genital health to put sugar up there!”
“Not like that!” Jisung huffed. “Okay, right, so I was in the kitchen, wearing very little clothing to try and get Minho to pop a boner looking at me.”
“As you do…”
“Yeah, anyway, it kinda backfired. I was sitting on the counter, sucking on a popsicle, being all seductive. And I hold it out and ask if he wants a taste.”
“You did not!”
“I am pretty sure I did.”
“Fuck, Jisung! That is so much bolder than I expect from you.”
“You really don’t comprehend just how hot this guy actually is! I have been giving him all I have… Well, no, I wanna give him all I have, I’ve been pathetically desperately flirting with him.”
“So… the popsicle?”
“Yeah, right. So he takes it, and sucks the fucking thing! Then he puts it in my mouth! And he’s like… Fucking my mouth with the popsicle! He’s like, rubbing it over my lips and thrusting over my tongue!”
“Holy crap!”
“I know! So anyway, he stops, says tasty, and fucks off! Leaving me hard, and all worked up. So I go to rub one out, and I end up sucking the damn popsicle like it’s Minho’s dick! I need help! Help me!” Jisung whined.
“Aww, poor baby!” Felix teased. “Okay, so… What?”
“I want him to fuck me! Why won’t he touch me! I need him to do something!”
“I think he just did.” Felix laughed.
“Not enough!”
“Maybe he just doesn’t want to fuck you?”
“No! The other night, when I came home drunk, he had waited up for me. I got him to admit he wants to touch me. And he was all tense and weird about the other guys hitting on me. He was so nice, I’m sure he likes me… Right?”
“Sounds pretty clear cut to me.”
“So how can I make him fuck me!”
“I mean, he’s working… I don’t think that’s the line of work your dad’s in… Oh but just imagine…”
“Stop picturing my dad as a whore, and focus!”
“Okay, right, so you said he didn’t like the other guys hitting on you?”
“He got tense and stuff.”
“Okay, seems clear to me. Make the fucker jealous. You rile him up, press his button, and get him to be possessive. Then he won’t even care if he’s supposed to be working. He will bend you over and fuck you right there.”
“Yes! I want that! I need this to happen!”
“Okay, then do it.”
“How? You need to help me!” Jisung pouted, trying his best to get Felix to do all the work for him.
“You want me to come over and be all over you to make this guy jealous?”
“I don’t like it when you phrase it like that… But, yes please!”
“Oh, this will be fun. Okay, so I’ll come over tomorrow. We should be somewhere he can see us, otherwise we are just fooling around for no reason.”
“The garden. The office looks over it, it’s where I sunbathed.”
“Yeah, that works. We can have a picnic, and play around, be all touchy and affectionate. It will drive him crazy!”
“You really think so?”
“It’s a classic, foolproof plan. I will get you ready for him, and he will steal you away!”
“Great! But we aren’t actually gonna fuck in my garden? Like, I have several complaints about that plan.”
“We don’t have to actually do anything. We are touchy with each other anyway, so we can probably just act like we usually do, and he will think it means more.”
“You are brilliant! So come over for a late lunch, and we can picnic and get operation ‘get me fucked until I can’t walk by the hot man who is in my house’ underway.”
“We need a shorter mission title.”
“Yeah, I already forgot what I said.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Jisung hung up and relaxed back on his bed, smiling as he felt happy that Felix was going to help him. He had hopes that Minho might actually take the step and do something. Jisung knew he could probably make the first move, but he wanted Minho to. He wanted to know for sure Minho wanted him just as much as he wanted him. He wanted to feel desired. Wanted Minho to sweep him up, and take care of him.
He spent the rest of his day in his room, only going back down to have dinner with his dad and Minho, feeling a little too embarrassed at how his body had reacted to Minho to have the confidence to flirt with him again. Minho was normal with him over dinner, but he did notice his eyes lingering on his mouth much more than ever before. Jisung took this as a win, and was unable to stop thinking about it as he went to sleep that night.
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The next day Jisung woke up, and felt fully determined to make progress with Minho. He went downstairs to get his morning coffee with Minho, and to start sowing the seeds of jealousy. He took his place against the counter next to Minho while he made his drink.
“Another hot one today.” Jisung said idly.
“I mean, yeah, it’s summer.”
“I’m gonna spend the day in the garden again today.”
“Sounds good. Don’t forget your sunblock.” Minho said, his mouth curling into a half hidden smirk.
“Yeah. Felix can help me put it on.”
“Felix?” Minho asked, frowning as he glanced at Jisung.
“Yeah. he’s gonna come and spend the day with me. I’m getting bored of spending the hot days alone. It’s so much more fun being hot with someone else.”
“Right.” Minho seemed to be tensing up.
“Yeah, we are gonna have a picnic, and just, you know, enjoy the heat.”
“Have fun.”
“I will. It would be more fun if I was spending the heat with you.” Jisung hummed, taking the glass from Minho’s hand. “I guess if you find some time to spare for me, you can come out and see me…” Jisung mumbled as he took his drink and walked away from Minho.
Jisung smirked to himself as he sat on the couch, feeling Minho’s eyes burning into his back as he did. He took his time having his coffee before he went back upstairs to shower and pick the right kind of outfit to get Minho to look at him, and wanting to be the one touching him, not someone else. He settled on a tight, black tank top and shorts that were a little longer than the ones he had worn the day before, he would feel a little embarrassed being so blatant and half naked while Felix was around trying to help him. Once he was dressed, he gathered the things they would need in the garden; something to work as a picnic blanket, sunblock, speaker, and water. Placed these things on the kitchen table ready for when Felix arrived, then went and relaxed on the couch. Felix showed up not long after noon, tapping out a cheerful little tune on Jisung’s door. Jisung smiled as he opened the door to let Felix in.
“Hey hot stuff! Looking good!” Felix greeted him as he entered the home.
“You too!” Jisung said back, Felix was wearing pale blue denim cut off shorts, stopping mid thigh, with a loose white tank top and short sleeved open white shirt, both so thin they were practically see through.
“I’ve got the picnic.” Felix said, waving a small cooler as they walked through the house towards the garden.
“A whole fucking cooler?”
“Yeah, I told my mom we were having a picnic and she insisted on making us too much food. I told her we were just picnicking in your backyard, but that didn’t discourage her.
“Your mom is the best.” Jisung told him as he grabbed their stuff and headed out onto the grass.
Jisung shook out the blanket for them to sit on, and Felix dropped down and put the cooler next to the blanket, and started to put on sunblock as Jisung brought the speaker to life with a summer playlist. Once the music was playing Jisung moved to look through the food Felix had brought. There was a large selection of cut fruit, and a few sandwiches and some cut snacking vegetables with a container of some dip. Jisung smiled as he replaced the lid on the cooler and sat down to face Felix who had just finished protecting himself from the sun.
“Want me to put on yours? Give our audience that good skin on skin action?” Felix asked with a grin as he waved the bottle at him.
“Sounds good, and not just because I am too lazy to do it myself.” Jisung chuckled as Felix moved closer to him.
“So he’s in that window, yeah?”
“He should be. I told him you were coming over today.” Jisung said as Felix started to run the cream over his skin.
“You told him?” Felix chuckled as his fingers dug into Jisung’s muscles harshly.
“Ouch! Fuck, Felix, that hurts.” Jisung pouted.
“It’s a massage, you big baby.”
“You rub it in, not use your deep tissue shit! I have not been dancing or doing sports!”
“But you have knots, I can work them out.”
“My knots are fine where they are!” Jisung insisted, kicking Felix lightly.
“Fine, I’ll let you be tense.” Felix agreed, rushing to finish coating Jisung in sunblock.
“I should have just done it myself.” Jisung sighed as he dropped onto his back to lay on the blanket.
“That isn’t part of the plan. So when did you tell him I was coming over today?”
“When he was making me my iced coffee.”
“He made you coffee?” Felix snorted.
“He makes me coffee every morning.”
“Fuck… He’s so whipped.”
“I hope so! Anyway, I told him I was bored of spending the heat of summer alone, so you were coming to spend time with me. I told him if he found some time to spare for me, he could come find me.”
“Fuck! You really don’t hold back with him, do you?”
“No Felix, you don’t get it. That is me holding back!”
“Damn, I knew you were down bad, but this is drastic.” Felix chuckled. “So what did he say?”
“He seemed tense… But he didn’t say much really.”
“Sounds like jealousy to me! Or he just doesn't care, but let's be optimistic here.”
“He cares…” Jisung said softly, unsure if he was certain or speaking wishfully.
Felix lounged back next to Jisung, both just soaking up the rays of the sun in a relaxed and comfortable silence, only moving to eat some of the food that had been prepared for them. They enjoyed the peace for a short while before Felix lifted up onto his elbow to look down at Jisung.
“Okay, I’m bored. Let’s make someone jealous.” Felix said, moving to swing a leg over Jisung, straddling him as he sat on his hips.
“Woah, prep a guy before jumping right in!” Jisung laughed, surprised.
Jisung raised his hands to push Felix instinctively, but Felix caught them and pinned them down over his head, bending down as he did and smirking at him. Jisung relaxed, letting Felix manhandle him without resisting.
“Oh come on, just the tip?” Felix teased and Jisung snort laughed at him.
“You’re disgusting!” Jisung chuckled as Felix bent down closer to his face. “What are you doing?”
“Making him jealous? Duh.”
“Oh sure, we should make out to make someone jealous, who we don’t even know if he’s watching or not.”
“You make it sound like kissing me is not a pleasant experience for you.” Felix giggled.
“To be fair, the last time you kissed me, you spat a shot of evil in my mouth!”
“It was Jägermeister.”
“It was poison.”
“Okay, well we don’t actually have to make out, just make it look like we might be.”
Felix moved his face down even closer to Jisung, his shoulder length blond hair falling down and acting as a partial privacy curtain as Felix pressed their noses together. Felix crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, Jisung couldn’t see Felix’s tongue, but he felt it flicking the underside of his nose. Jisung giggled and wiggled his body, not really trying to push Felix away but making his disgust clear. Felix laughed at him and tilted his face to the side, moving his face to the side of Jisung’s, in a way that would look a lot like they were kissing from any distance. Felix rubbed his nose lightly over Jisung’s cheek, adding movement to help the simulated appearance of intimacy.
“So, how long do we do this for?” Jisung asked, tilting his head slightly towards Felix, playing into the role.
“Until we know he’s seen.”
“And how do we know that? You got some kinda sexual game psychic ability I don’t know about.”
“Oh fuck yeah!” Felix said, making Jisung flinch away from the volume of his voice. “I was thinking he will probably make himself known when he notices us. I can fuck around until he does, this is entertaining enough to me.”
“I did tease him about coming out to see me, maybe he will.” Jisung said, closing his eyes and relaxing as Felix pretended to be having fun with his body. “Maybe he will push you off me as he takes your place. Kissing me, and grabbing me hard to claim me as his own.” Jisung sighed deeply.
“If you get hard under me, I will never let you forget about it.” Felix giggled into his ear.
“I’m not gonna get hard… But I will stop thinking about Minho, for unrelated reasons.”
Felix cackled a laugh, falling his weight onto Jisung and releasing his hands before pushing himself up on his own hands, caging Jisung in as he hovered over him. Jisung moved his hands under his head, using them as a pillow as he smiled up at Felix. Felix glanced at the house and smirked.
“Oh, okay, I see it. He is hot.” Felix said.
“What?” Jisung asked, frowning as Felix grinned down at him.
“He’s watching us from the doorway. Now he’s in the kitchen. But fuck, yeah, I see why you need to fuck him, he is gorgeous!”
“Hey!” Jisung said, scowling as he jerked his body up and pushed Felix off of him and onto his back. “Don’t you even think about it! I haven’t been working him over for weeks just for you to swoop in and flirt his attention away from me now!”
“Don't worry,” Felix chuckled as he moved onto his side, looking at Jisung who was now propped up on his elbows. “The only guy in this house I wanna fuck is your dad.”
“Lovely, please don’t elaborate anymore, I do not want any images of that in my head.” Jisung said, shuddering as he moved to sit up, trying to see in through the kitchen window and catch a glimpse of Minho. After a moment Minho appeared in the kitchen doorway again, he hesitated when he locked eyes with Jisung, then stepped out onto the porch. Jisung smiled and moved to grab a strawberry from the cooler, then hopped up onto his feet and skipped over to Minho. Jisung stopped when he was close in front of him. He lifted the strawberry up to Minho’s lips as he held eye contact.
“Ah!” Jisung said, opening his mouth to prompt Minho to do the same.
Minho grunted a little and frowned, but did as Jisung wanted, and opened his mouth for him. Jisung smiled as he slid the strawberry past his parted lips and into his mouth, pressing his finger to Minho’s prominent top lip before he closed his mouth. Jisung let his hand linger, running his thumb under his lip, as if he was wiping up drips of juice, even though Minho hadn’t dribbled at all as he chewed. Jisung licked his own lips instinctively as he watched Minho’s lips, so close, and so tempting. Minho gripped Jisung’s wrist in a loose grip when he had swallowed the fruit. He moved him slightly, and pressed a featherlight kiss to his thumb before moving his hand away, keeping his light grip on him as he waited for Jisung’s eyes to lift back to his.
“What are you doing?” Minho asked softly.
“Just playing.” Jisung said, trying to be fun and flirty, and not immediately crumble with how flustered Minho could make him feel with such a simple touch.
“Mm.” Minho hummed and dropped his hand. “And him?” Minho glanced at Felix behind Jisung. “Are you just playing with him too?”
“Felix? He’s a friend.” Jisung said, turning his head to look back at Felix, who was watching them with evident amusement on his face.
“Just a friend?”
“A close friend.” Jisung smirked as he looked back at Minho.
“Right.” Minho scoffed, his jaw tensing as he tried to keep his emotions hidden.
“Don’t worry.” Jisung shifted closer to Minho. Placing a hand onto Minho’s chest near his shoulder. “I don’t want to play with him, I want to play with you.
“I don’t play.”
“Maybe you should start. All work and no play, or whatever.”
“Yeah, maybe… but I don’t like playing games.” Minho said, his own hand coming to hold Jisung’s waist.
“Okay… no games. I can be for real.” Jisung agreed, immediately dropping his toying with Minho the second he touched him. “And for real… I wish it was you out here with me. No, I actually wish we were inside together. Alone. Somewhere private. That’s how I really feel.”
“That’s how you feel?” Minho asked, his hand gripping him harder and pulling him even closer.
“It is.” Jisung breathed, swallowing hard as he felt himself heating up just from the close proximity.
“Hmm.” Minho hummed, his fingers rubbing into the back of Jisung’s waist. “I see. Well, I-”
“Felix!” Chan’s cheery voice interrupted them. “It’s good to see you again. How have you been?”
Minho dropped his hand instantly from Jisung’s waist and took half a step backwards to the house, not so far that he moved away from Jisung’s hand still resting on him, but enough that he wasn’t fully in Jisung’s space any more. Jisung smiled and glanced at his dad, rubbing his fingers lightly over Minho and trying not to feel too disappointed he didn’t get to hear what Minho was going to say.
“Mr. Bang! I’m doing great! Thank you for asking me!” Felix called back, moving up onto his knees and hands, smiling as he leaned forward to face Chan.
“I’ve told you before, you can just call me Chan.”
“Okay.” Felix said, cocking his head as he smiled, in full force flirting mode. “Gosh, Chan, have you been working out? You are even more buff than the last time I saw you!”
“Oh yeah!” Chan chuckled, if he noticed Felix’s flirting, he wasn’t showing it. “My life is pretty much split between work and the gym these days.”
“That won’t do! You need time for fun.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“I’m sure you could find something fun that you could fit into your tight schedule.” Felix said, exaggerating the word tight for effect.
“I’m sure I’ll find something.” Chan chuckled, seeming immune to Felix’s overt sexuality. “Are you staying for dinner?”
“Only if I’m wanted.”
“You are always welcome here, Felix!”
“In that case, I would love to have dinner with you.”
“Great!” Chan grinned and raised a hand to half wave at him before glancing at Minho and Jisung. “I’ll take the coffees into the office, see you in there.” Chan said to Minho with a bright smile.
“I’ll be back in a moment.”
“No rush.” Chan smiled as he retreated, taking their drinks into the office.
“Does he realise how hard he's being flirted with right now?” Minho asked with a scoffed laugh.
“It's so hard to tell. Like, maybe he knows and is just ignoring it? But honestly, it seems like he really just didn't see it, as hard as that is to believe.”
“He does seem pretty oblivious, to be fair.”
“You noticed that too?” Jisung chuckled, moving closer to Minho again. Minho looked at Jisung and seemed to remember the situation they had been dancing around before being interrupted.
“I should probably go back inside…” Minho muttered, as he furrowed his brow slightly.
“Are you gonna have dinner with us?” Jisung asked, ignoring his statement.
“I guess.”
“Will you make dinner? I’ve been bragging about how good your cooking is to Felix, he will be disappointed if he doesn't get to try it.”
“Pleasing him isn’t really a motivation factor to me.” Minho said, his face tensing slightly again.
“What about pleasing me?”
“You want me to cook?”
“I do. I love your cooking. I also want to show Felix how good I’ve been getting it this summer. I want him to have a taste and know he can’t have more.”
“If you want me to cook dinner, I will.” Minho said, rolling his eyes at Jisung’s double entendre. “But if you want me to cook for you, you and Felix should stay in the garden… Not go anywhere else together, you might miss it when I start cooking. I won’t cook if you're not going to be here to appreciate it.”
“Okay.” Jisung chuckled, tilting his head with a wide smile. “I will stay right here where you can see me.”
“Right…” Minho huffed, seeming annoyed at Jisung seeing through his request. “I gotta go back to work…”
“So busy… Too busy to give me attention…” Jisung pouted.
“I’m gonna be cooking you a whole meal for you and your friend just because you asked. I’m giving you plenty of attention.”
“I want more.”
“I know you do.” Minho said with a smile, stroking Jisung’s cheek before moving to go back in the house and disappear from sight.
Jisung sighed before turning around and moving back to lay on the blanket with Felix, a smile breaking out on his face. Felix grinned at him as he moved to grab them both a piece of fruit, placing one in Jisung’s mouth before laying down on his side next to Jisung.
“Well, that looked like it went well, even if it didn’t go the way I expected.” Felix told him.
“Yeah… I think the jealousy thing worked… But he said he doesn't like playing games, so I don’t think it’s gonna go down well to intentionally try and make him jealous.”
“That’s no fun! So we can’t make him jealous anymore?”
“I mean, we can just be our normal selves, maybe he will be jealous, maybe he won’t.”
“You have no focus. We should be dry humping on his desk until he breaks!”
“You go dry hump yourself on his desk.” Jisung said, waving a hand dismissively in the air. “Actually, no, please don’t. Just chill and enjoy the sun.”
“Okay. I’m just teasing anyway, the way he looked at you just now, and how he was holding you. I think you are so fucking in with him. Just give it a little time, and I have no doubt he is gonna be taking you to pound town.”
“You are so poetic! But yeah, I think you might be right.” Jisung grinned and sighed contentedly before changing to topic. “Have you heard from Seungmin, found out how his one night stand was?”
“Oh, it is more than a one night stand from what I hear! He has hooked up with him every day since they met!”
“Oh! Well good for him.” Jisung said then huffed. “And I’m not at all jealous he is having lots of sex while I am boiling in my own frustration!”
“Oh, poor Sungie!” Felix cooed. “Well, if he doesn’t fuck you soon, just get naked and prepped, and wait in his computer chair with your legs spread when your dad is out of the house. Direct action.”
“You know, I’m getting so delirious from being too horny that actually sounds like a good idea.” Jisung chuckled. “I just… I really want him to make the first move, you know? He’s been so composed and restrained around me. Just showing crumbs that he’s interested. I want him to give me a clear cut sign that he wants me.”
“I know, being wanted is such a turn on.” Felix sighed.
“I will make the first move if I have to though. I sometimes worry I’m coming on too strong. Like, maybe he thinks I’m just this annoying guy who can’t take a hint and leave him alone.”
“I understand the feeling of insecurity, but for real, I just saw one interaction, and that does not fit with how he was with you. And you say he makes you coffee every morning? That’s not giving you hints to back off.”
“He’s also making dinner tonight. So you can taste how good of a cook he is.”
“Oh fuck yeah!” Felix fist pumped the air. “I get dinner cooked by your man, while I can flirt with mine!”
“My dad is now your man?”
“Don’t talk back, I will ground you when I’m your new step dad.”
“You’re the devil.” Jisung laughed.
Jisung and Felix lounged on the grass, gossiping and relaxing until they saw Minho heading into the kitchen to start making dinner. They gathered their things, taking them inside and putting them away before Jisung rushed over to Minho’s side as he was cooking, Felix close behind him.
“Hi! I’m Felix.” Felix introduced himself to Minho.
“Hey, I’m Minho.” Minho said with a small smile, not showing any of the jealousy he might be holding onto.
“Jisung says you are going to be cooking for us? He’s talked very highly of your food… Amongst other things.”
“Shut up!” Jisung hissed at him, seeing Minho chuckle as he turned back to the counter.
“It’s easy to impress Jisung with cooking, because he has no culinary skills himself.”
“Harsh!” Jisung pouted at Minho.
“He’s not wrong though.” Felix laughed.
“Okay, I did not agree to being tag team teased!” Jisung huffed.
“Come on boys, leave Minho to cook in peace.” Chan said as he came out of the office.
“Sure thing, Chan.” Felix said, his attention fully torn away as he followed Chan like an eager puppy.
“Gonna be a good boy, and do as you're told?” Minho taunted, with a cocky smirk.
“And what if I don’t?”
“Well, I think Chan might tell you off. Then you will have three people teasing you.”
“Fine! I will leave you alone, if you are so desperate to be rid of me.” Jisung said, crossing his arms.
“I don’t want you to be away from me. I just want to make you the best meal I can.” Minho said, turning and smiling softly at him.
“Okay.” Jisung nodded before following his dad and Felix into the living room.
Jisung sat on the couch and watched as Chan asked Felix what he had been up to, and Felix launched into an animated discussion. Jisung spoke up occasionally, but mostly just let them talk, turning occasionally to sneak glances at Minho as he cooked. Minho called them back to the table when the food was ready, and Jisung sat next to him, moving his chair even closer to his side. Both Minho and Jisung ate in silence as they watched Chan and Felix talking happily. Jisung moved his leg to press against Minho’s and smiled when Minho moved his leg into the contact.
“Do you guys wanna hang around and watch a movie?” Chan asked the table when they had all finished the delicious meal.
“Yes! That sounds so fun!” Felix answered instantly.
“Sure.” Minho nodded.
“Okay, you two go pick a movie and I’ll help Minho clean up.” Jisung said.
“Okay.” Chan laughed at him, frowning at Jisung actually volunteering to do the dishes.
Chan and Felix got up and left the kitchen to go to the living room, and Jisung collected the plates as Minho filled the sink with hot soapy water.
“So, how was that meal for you?” Minho asked as they started to wash up, Minho washing and Jisung drying.
“It was amazing! I bet Felix will be so jealous I get to have you all to myself. I mean, your cooking.” Jisung chuckled.
“So, you and Felix?” Minho asked after a moment of silence. “What kind of friends are you?”
“Are you asking if we fuck?”
“I was trying to be more delicate about it, but yeah.”
“No, we don’t. We haven’t. I mean, we have made out, fooled around a few times. Usually only drunk though. But overall, I’m not big on the whole friends with benefits thing, other than kissing and a little touching. It just seems like a good way to invite conflict into friendships to me.”
“So… Why were you all over each other then?”
“Felix is a touchy guy. I’m pretty affectionate too. That’s all.” Jisung shrugged.
“I see.” Minho didn’t sound fully convinced, but wasn’t pushing it.
“So, what about your love life? Are you getting any good action?”
“Not recently.” Minho scoffed. “Between me working too much, me hating the bar and club scene, and dating apps being a literal hellhole, I’ve been pretty inactive on that front.”
“What about friends? Do you do the fucking your friends to release some tension, thing?”
“Not recently.” Minho laughed. “Most of my friends are married and settled down.”
“I could be your friend… You could use me for relief?” Jisung offered, moving his head to rest his chin on Minho’s shoulder.
“I thought you didn’t fuck your friends?”
“It’s not a rule… Besides, even rules can be broken for special reasons… I think you are special enough of a reason.”
Minho turned to face Jisung now that they had finished cleaning the dishes. Minho lifted a hand to cup Jisung’s face as he gazed at him.
“I see you are being more direct.”
“You don’t like games. So, I’ve stopped playing. I want you.”
“I want-”
“We have a movie, you guys should join us so you don’t miss the beginning!” Chan called out, interrupting them again.
“We should go in.”
“You want what?” Jisung asked.
Minho grinned, rubbing his thumb over his cheek before dropping his hand and heading into the living room to join Felix and Chan. Jisung sat on the couch, next to Felix and Minho, Chan on the other side of Felix. He tried to focus on the movie, but all he could think about was the feeling of Minho’s hot body pressing against his side. Jisung moved his hand to his thigh, and then a moment later, slowly slid it over and onto Minho’s thigh. He glanced over to see Minho looking down at his hand, then smiled and glanced at him before looking back at the TV, not doing anything to move Jisung from touching him. Jisung wanted to do more, to move his hand higher, but he knew they weren’t alone, and so he settled for the slight touch he had. When the movie finished, Jisung looked over and saw that his dad had fallen asleep, his head dropped back on the sofa. Felix yawned and stretched, moving his arms to wrap around Jisung and he drooped onto him.
“Tired?” Jisung asked, moving his hand from Minho to hold Felix back.
“Mmhm.” Felix hummed. “Can I stay here?”
“Of course.” Jisung agreed instantly.
“Yay. Cuddle night.” Felix said, his voice raspy with sleep.
“Okay, let’s get my dad laid down on the couch, then we can just go right to bed.”
The three of them moved so they could make room for Chan. Minho helped Jisung gently lay him down, lifting his legs as Jisung carefully lowered his body down to a lying position. Then he threw a blanket over him as Felix sat on the floor, just staring at Chan’s face. Jisung turned off the TV then turned to see Minho moving to the front door.
“Are you leaving?” Jisung asked, moving to follow him and speaking softly so as not to wake his dad.
“Yeah, you and Felix are going to bed, right?”
“Oh…” Jisung turned and looked at Felix, who looked half asleep on the living room floor. “I didn’t think. But, we’re just going to sleep.”
“You can sleep with whoever you want, Jisung.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to. We will just share a bed. We will sleep, maybe cuddle, but nothing else.”
“It’s fine, you don’t have to explain anything to me.”
“I want to. I don’t want to be with him. I want to be with you.” Jisung moved his hand to grip Minho’s shirt.
“I still have to leave now.” Minho said, moving a hand to run through Jisung’s hair.
“But I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Of course.”
“Tell me…”
“What?”
“That you want me too?” Jisung asked softly, his eyes wide as he bit his lip, feeling a rush of adrenaline at being so direct.
“I do… You know I do.” Minho answered, slightly reluctantly.
“I wish it was you sleeping with me tonight, that it was you who would be holding me.”
“You’re being a good friend. Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Can I hug you, since you won’t be the one hugging me tonight?”
“Of course.” Minho told him and pulled him into his arms.
Jisung clung to Minho, holding him tight as they embraced. After longer than seemed reasonable for a hug, Minho released him, and gave him a soft smile before leaving. Jisung made sure the doors were locked, and the lights were off before he took Felix upstairs. He washed up as Felix selected some clothes to sleep in. Then Jisung got changed and got into his bed as Felix washed up. Felix fell into his bed heavily next to him before throwing an arm over him and nuzzling his face into the pillow, seeming to fall asleep almost instantly. Jisung held Felix back, and tried to stop himself from staying up late thinking of Minho, and let himself sleep, knowing he would be seeing Minho again in the morning.
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Jisung woke up to Felix moving around as he was getting out of the bed. Jisung grumbled and moved into the warm space Felix left in the bed and stretched out as he watched Felix start getting dressed.
“Going home?” Jisung mumbled sleepily.
“Yeah, I’ve got plans with the family later, and I need to go shower.” Felix told him with a smile.
“I’ll come see you out. My iced coffee should be waiting for me when I get there.” Jisung smiled as he rolled out of bed.
Felix quickly pulled on his clothes from the day before and looked in the mirror to make his hair less messy before grabbing his cooler they had brought up with them and heading to the stairs. Jisung plodded after him, giving him a quick hug before closing the door behind him and heading to the kitchen where Minho was indeed waiting for him. Jisung smiled as he moved over next to him, leaning forward and turning his head to the side to smile at Minho.
“Where’s Felix?” Minho asked after glancing around.
“He went home.”
“Mm, did you have a good night with him?” Minho was seeming a little tense, and Jisung could tell he was trying hard not to let it show in his voice.
“Yeah. We just went right to bed. He cuddled me and fell asleep the second he laid down. That’s all that happened.”
“Okay.” Minho wasn’t looking at him.
“You know that Felix only came over here so I could make you jealous, right?”
“Makes sense.”
“I didn’t mean to upset you.” Jisung tried to stop himself from pouting, but he didn’t like that Minho was being cold with him. Minho sighed and turned to face Jisung.
“I’m not upset with you. I’m not upset. It’s just that your plan worked. I was jealous. I don’t like it. I don’t like that you were in bed with someone else last night.” Minho seemed annoyed at what he was admitting.
“It was just friendly cuddling, it didn’t mean anything.”
“Like when we cuddle?” Minho said, his jaw cleansing with tension.
“No!” Jisung shook his head, moving closer to Minho. “It feels different with you… Don’t you think it feels different?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know how it feels when you hold him.”
“Gosh, you really are jealous.” Jisung grinned, making Minho huff out some air. Jisung moved closer and wrapped his arms around him. “I could show you.” Jisung pressed their bodies together, and moved his lips to ghost over Minho’s neck as he spoke. “I could take you to my bed right now, and show you how different it is with you. Show you the things I want to do with you that I wouldn’t do with him.”
“Jisung.” Minho breathed, his own arms wrapping around Jisung. “We can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Your dad is in the office right now, I’m working… I’m supposed to be working.”
“Is that the only reason we can’t?” Jisung asked, pulling back to smile at him.
“It’s a big enough reason.”
“I guess…” Jisung pouted.
“Don’t sulk.” Minho chuckled, moving a hand to press his thumb against Jisung’s jutted out bottom lip.
“I’m sick of not having what I want.”
“You're sounding a little spoiled there.”
“I know. But…” Jisung huffed and moved to the side so Minho could finish making his drink. “I just… I really want you.”
“Mmm.” Minho hummed.
“Not gonna say it back?” Jisung asked as Minho passed him his coffee with a smug grin.
“I gotta go back to work.”
“Minho.” Jisung called out, reaching out to grab his wrist before he could walk away.
“Jisung.” Minho said, smirking as he looked back at him. Jisung just pouted more deeply until Minho chuckled. “You know the answer to that already.
“Please?”
“I want you.” Minho told him, twisting his arm in Jisung’s grip and squeezing his hand before disappearing back to working.
Jisung slumped back against the counter, staring after Minho, looking at the closed door and yearning so much for him to come back and take him into his arms. Jisung felt a mix of elation at Minho admitting he wants him again, and being more affectionate, and frustrated and defeated that it seemed like he wasn’t going to act on it. Jisung went to drop onto the couch, putting on an anime and trying not to wallow in his annoyance. The day slipped by. Jisung spacing out watching TV to ignore and distract from his frustrations.
It was late in the afternoon when Jisung heard the door to the office open and he sprang up in the hopes of seeing Minho. He pouted in disappointment as he saw his dad exiting the office with a bag slung over his shoulder and walking towards the front door.
“Where are you going?” Jisung asked as he walked up to his dad with a smile.
“The fucking office.” Chan said with a huffed laugh.
“It’s after five.”
“I know. But there are some video meetings, and international calls, and paperwork they say they want me in person for.” Chan sighed. “But, if I go in tonight, I think I can get everything under control and be done with the heavy workload by the end of this week. Then we can spend more time together for the rest of the summer.”
“Oh, that sounds good.” Jisung grinned.
“Minho is still here. I have him finishing some work for me while I go in. So if you ask him nicely, he might make you dinner before he leaves.” Chan smiled.
“Good to know.” Jisung’s mind started racing at the realisation that he would be home alone with Minho. “So, when will you be back?”
“I think I’ll be there all night. So don’t wait up for me or anything. You will probably be asleep when I get back.”
“Drive safe, yeah? Sleep in the office if you have to.” Jisung chuckled.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be safe.” Chan said with a bright smile, and patted Jisung’s shoulder.
Jisung waved as Chan left, smiling at him before closing the door. Once he was alone, Jisung raced upstairs, and into the bathroom. He stripped and got in the shower, rushing through cleaning himself thoroughly, and shaving his body. He then moisturised his whole body after drying himself and went to his room to get some clothes. He threw on some sweat pant shorts, and an oversized T-shirt, he didn’t even think about how he looked, all he cared about was rushing to the opportunity of propositioning Minho. He put his lube and a condom in his pocket before bounding down the stairs. He stopped at the office door, giving himself a moment to catch his breath and compose himself from his hopeful anticipation before he opened the door.
Jisung saw Minho sitting in the comfortable computer chair, positioned in front of Chan’s computer, working on whatever Chan had asked him to finish. The desk that Minho usually worked at had already been cleared, the laptop packed in a bag for him to take home with him, Jisung assumed. Jisung smiled, and made himself move slowly as he started to walk towards him.
“My dad is out at the office for the night.” Jisung said as he rounded the empty desk.
“I know.” Minho said with a smile as he spun the chair to face Jisung as he hopped up to sit on the desk, facing him.
“I was thinking that we could make the most of being alone.” Jisung suggested, trying to stay calm as his heart raced in his chest. He lifted his feet to rest on Minho’s thighs, letting his legs spread open as he did.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. No Chan to notice if you’re not working…”
“And what exactly is it you are wanting to happen?” Minho asked, moving a hand to gently hold Jisung’s ankle. Jisung swallowed hard, and took a deep breath, ignoring the nerves and worry about being rejected as he tried to project a calm confidence.
“I want you to fuck me.” Jisung said, fishing out the lube and condom from his pockets and placing them on the desk. “Right here, right now.”
“Fuck.” Minho breathed.
“Yes. I want to fuck.” Jisung said, unable to keep in a small nervous laugh.
“Jisung… We shouldn't.” Minho said, his fingers still stroking lightly over Jisung’s leg.
“Why not?” Jisung asked, trying hard to keep the disappointed whine out of his voice.
“You’re just so young…”
“I’m an adult. At my age my dad was already married. How was he old enough to make the choice to enter into a contract to spend the rest of his life with someone, yet at the same age I’m not considered old enough to make the choice of who I want to have sex with?”
“Right… Fuck, yeah, your right. That was shitty and unfair of me. You can make your own choices. I don’t see you as a kid, I was just… I’ve never been with someone so much younger than me.” Minho sighed. “Have you thought about this?”
“I’ve thought about it so much.”
“No, I mean really thought about it?”
“I’ve wanted to be with you since I first met you. You are so hot. And I don’t find you hot because you are older, if that’s what you’re thinking. I find you hot, regardless of your age. And you are so sweet, and funny. I want to have sex with you. I don’t know why it has to be such a big deal. It’s not like this is my first time having sex. I like sex. I have sex. I know what I want with sex. And I want you. I want you to fuck me.”
“Right…” Minho took a deep breath, seeming to be thinking, his hands moving higher up Jisung’s bare calves.
“Please.” Jisung said, trying to look a little sultry as he gazed at him.
“You really do think you can get what you want just because you are so pretty?”
“No.” Jisung smirked. “I think I can get what I want because I asked so nicely. And you called me pretty… I’m pretty sure you want what I want.”
“Oh, are you?”
“I…” Jisung swallowed. “I was… I mean, if you don’t want this. I will stop. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, or be trying too hard. If you don’t want this, just tell me, I’ll leave you to work.”
“No, Jisung, I do want this. I was… I don’t want you to think I don’t want you. I do.”
“Then…?”
“Okay.”
“Yeah? You want to have sex? Now?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Really? I don’t want you to feel pressured, or cornered or anything.”
“No, I just wanted to be sure that you wanted this for the right reasons. And didn’t feel pressure from me, or anything.”
“I want this because I am stupidly attracted to you. And what pressure would I feel? We have no power dynamic here. You work with my dad, you have zero power over me.” Jisung laughed.
“I am well aware of that. I just wanted to be sure you knew that too.”
“So, we’re going to have sex?”
“Come here.” Minho said with a smile.
Jisung broke out in a wide smile and took a deep shaky breath as he dropped his feet to the floor and stood up to walk the two steps to Minho. He sat down on his lap, his legs to one side and his body turned to face Minho. Minho slid one arm around his waist, holding him firmly as the other hand came up to caress his cheek. Jisung felt his whole body heating up, and Minho had barely even touched him yet. Minho’s fingers lightly grazed his skin as his eyes ran over his face.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Minho breathed before he increased his grip on Jisung’s face.
Jisung couldn’t stop the soft whine he made as Minho pulled his face, slowly but firmly towards his own. Jisung’s eyes fluttered closed and his breath caught in his throat as he felt Minho’s lips gently pressing against his. Jisung slid his hands up Minho’s chest, fingers lightly digging in as he pressed against him and surrendered to the kiss. Minho’s hand moved from his face, back and into Jisung’s hair, holding his head in place as he deepened the kiss. Jisung’s parted his lips the second Minho’s tongue flicked against them, granting him access to explore his mouth. Jisung felt like his insides were swelling, explosions of delight and anticipation bursting in his chest as they connected at the mouth.
Jisung sighed softly into Minho’s mouth as his hand slid up his leg, and under his shorts to caress his thigh. Jisung’s hands were roaming all over wherever he could reach of Minho’s body, scrabbling at his chest and pawing at his shoulder or running over his waist. He knew he was rushing, he was desperate, and far too eager. He was just still trying to process that this was actually happening. He had thought that this might never happen. That maybe he had wanted it too much, and was deluding himself with a fantasy. Yet here they were, kissing, with Minho’s hands touching him. Minho was touching him, and it felt better than he had even fantasised.
Minho slipped his hand out of Jisung’s shorts leg and moved it to cup and grasp at Jisung’s ass, pulling soft, needy whines from him. Jisung gasped, and started to rock his body, desperate to be closer to Minho, to feel even move. Jisung’s hands slid up to grip Minho’s neck, needing to anchor himself to the other man as he struggled to contain his desire. Minho seemed to be able to tell how needy Jisung was, only groping at his ass for a short while before running his hand over his hip and pressing over the bulge forming in Jisung’s shorts. Jisung broke away from Minho’s mouth to let out a debauched moan before pressing his open mouth back to Minho’s, panting into his lungs as he rocked his hips up and into Minho’s touch. Jisung could feel Minho smirking into the sloppy kiss, clearly amused by how easy Jisung was falling apart already.
“I need it!” Jisung whined.
“What do you need, sweetness?”
“I need you! Oh fuck, I need you inside me! I need you to fuck me! I can’t wait any longer.” Jisung stared at Minho’s eyes, face only inches from his own hooded eyes and flushed cheeks.
“Okay.” Minho smiled before placing a soft kiss on his lips. “Take off your clothes, get the lube, and come back to sit over me so I can open you up for me.”
Jisung nodded and practically leapt from Minho’s lap, stumbling a little as he got to his feet. He looked at Minho as he turned to face him and started stripping out of his clothing. In his head, he had the idea of doing a sensual strip tease, drawing it out and rolling his hips and arching his back to work Minho up as much as he Jisung felt. Unfortunately, Jisung was past the level of control and composure that a slower seduction would take. He tugged off his top and tossed it to the ground as he shoved his shorts and boxers down in one move, hopping on one foot as he wiggled and kicked the clothing away from his now fully naked form. Jisung was already hard. He would feel embarrassed about it if Minho wasn’t staring at him with such an unconcealed lust that his skin felt like it was igniting on fire wherever Minho’s eyes landed. Jisung basked in the hungry gaze for a moment before he twisted around to grab the lube then moved back towards Minho.
Jisung lifted one kneed onto the chair, the other settling on the other side of Minho’s thighs, straddling him as he sat down on Minho’s knees. Minho was still lost as he looked over Jisung. His hands joined his eyes in their exploration, both palms running up his thighs. Minho’s hand drifted up, stroking over his hips, fingers digging in briefly to the flesh of his ass before he moved them to trail to his stomach. Minho covered Jisung’s torso with his touch, his thumb circling and pressing on his nipples before they moved up to his neck. Minho gripped Jisung firmly at his neck and cheek, eyes finally locking back onto Jisung’s own. Minho’s gaze was dark and drenched in desire. his eyes dilated and focused as he seemed to stare straight into Jisung’s soul.
“You are so pretty. Every single part of you. You look like heaven.” Minho muttered, his words sending a pleasant shudder through Jisung.
“Please.” Jisung just whimpered, passing Minho the lube.
“Okay, I won’t tease you.” Minho told him.
Jisung sighed in relief as his hand darted forward to start to undo all the buttons running down Minho’s white shirt. Minho coated the fingers of one hand with the lube before wedging the bottle next to them in the chair. Jisung had Minho’s shirt open, and was taking in the beautiful sight of his toned chest and stomach as Minho’s hand that was without lube gripped his ass, urging him to lift up onto his knees and hover over him. Once Jisung was in position Minho let his hand knead over him for a moment before holding onto him firmly and tugging his cheek to the side to make space for his slicked finger that was now rubbing at Jisung’s hole. Jisung groaned and fell forward as Minho gently pushed one finger into him. Jisung pushed Minho’s shirt to the side, exposing more skin to him. He let his head loll forward and attached his lips to Minho’s neck as Minho started to move his finger deeper into him. Minho’s hand moved from his hip, drifting up to stroke over Jisung’s back, soothing him as he carefully pushed in a second finger. Jisung opened his mouth in a moan, sticking his tongue out to run over Minho’s skin in the process. Jisung kissed his way down to Minho’s shoulder, muffling his whines and moans as he kissed, and nibbled onto him. He tried to keep enough focus to not leave too many marks, and keep his attention that might mark where it could be covered by his shirt.
Minho’s fingers were twisting and curling into Jisung, taking his time to get Jisung stretched open without hurting him. Minho started with gentle moves, slowly letting Jisung get used to the intrusion. As he started to thrust into him with three fingers though, he picked up his speed. Soon he was cocking his fingers, twisting and searching until Jisung wailed out in pleasure against his neck. Jisung’s body shook as tingles of electricity sparked through his veins. Jisung latched his teeth onto Minho’s shoulder to ground himself as he started to bounce, pushing his ass back onto Minho’s fingers, needing to feel more of the stimulation. He heard Minho lightly chuckled as he gripped his waist, helping him to slam back onto Minho’s hand, fucking his fingers into him hard now. Jisung needed more, Minho seemed to be intentionally not focusing on massaging his prostate, only grazing occasionally it as he thrust his fingers into him and spread them wide. Minho moved the hand from his waist up to his face, guiding Jisung’s face up in front of him, holding him lightly in place.
“Look at me, Jisung.” Minho demanded.
Jisung nodded, mouth open as gasps and whines still fell from his lips. Minho then pressed his fingers right where they made fireworks explode behind Jisung’s eyes. Jisung struggled to keep his eyes open, looking at Minho as he moaned and shook from the feeling, his hips bucking as he rolled back onto Minho’s fingers. Once Minho was back to stretching his hole, leaving him panting and whining in need, Jisung moved his hands to scrabble at Minho’s belt, needing to have his cock in his hands, his mouth, his hole, everywhere. Jisung managed to pull the leather from the loops, but his fingers were unable to get the buckle to cooperate with him. He whined and pouted at Minho, tugging the belt ineffectually as Minho chuckled at him.
“I need you naked! Your fucking belt is locked!” Jisung complained.
“Fuck, you are so needy.” Minho commented, removing his fingers and making Jisung whine even more. “I love it. Get up, I’ll undo my belt for you.”
Jisung nodded and got to his feet, a little unsteadily and took a step back, his ass hitting the desk as he watched Minho get to his feet in front of him. Jisung watched, feeling mesmerised as Minho’s fingers, a few still shiny with lube, moved to his belt, easily manipulating the leather through the buckle before popping the button and pulling down the zip. Jisung swallowed hard as Minho pushed his pants and boxers down to rest at his muscular thighs. Minho was big. Jisung had never been with someone so big before. Jisung felt possessed at the sight of it, and without even thinking he dropped to his knees. Jisung took Minho’s thick length into his hands and was pressing it against his lips before he even fully realised what he was doing. Minho let out a sighed groan as his hand without any traces of lube on it moved to run into Jisung’s hair. Minho kept his hold of Jisung loose as he sank down onto his cock.
Jisung had just less than half of Minho’s cock in his mouth when he felt himself starting to choke. Jisung was a very enthusiastic blow job giver, though it had admittedly been a while, he would take any opportunity to have the weight of a cock against his tongue. But in all the years he had been sucking dick, he had never trained himself to deepthroat. The few times he had tried, his gag reflex had been too strong, and he almost retched as he spluttered for air that was no longer possible to get. He dedicated himself to giving the best head he could while only taking a dick to the back of his mouth, hitting his throat without cutting off airflow and making him risk gagging. This had worked well for him, until now. Minho was so big that Jisung felt his mouth was just far too shallow to give Minho the pleasure he deserved. Jisung was no quitter though. Bringing his hands up to get involved, one pumping the expanse that didn’t fit in his mouth, coated in the slobbered spit pouring past Jisung’s lips. His other hand was massaging his balls when he wasn't gripping and groping Minho’s thick thighs.
Jisung was sucking hard, his hand rubbing over Minho, as he moaned around his spit coated cock. His own cock was aching with want, and twitching every time Minho let out a glorious sound of pleasure. Despite Jisung's unbearable need to be touched, to feel Minho inside him, he had gotten so caught up in giving him pleasure, on having his taste filling his mouth, that he had fully forgotten all else.
“Jisung.” Minho gasped, taking Jisung’s chin in his hand and pulling him off of his cock, Jisung letting out a squeak of protest as he stretched his aching jaw before closing it to pout at him. “If you want me to have anything left to fuck you with, you need to stop now.”
“Yes! I want you to fuck me!” Jisung said, scrambling to his feet and looking at Minho as he waited for him to tell him what to do.
“How do you want to do this?” Minho asked, stroking Jisung’s cheek as he smiled softly at him.
Jisung bit his lip and glanced over his shoulder at the desk before looking back to Minho then glancing down at the large cock he was aching to fill him.
“I wanna see you while you fuck me… But honestly, I’m kinda concerned you won’t even fit inside me now that I’ve seen you.” Jisung said with a slight chuckle.
“I know I’m big, but I think you’re exaggerating a little.” Minho scoffed. “Okay, how about you bend over while we start, then you can move onto your back when you are used to it?”
“Yeah.” Jisung nodded, smiling at Minho. “That sounds perfect!”
Jisung pressed a quick kiss to Minho’s lip before turning around and bending over the table. He heard Minho moving around as he got himself ready with the condom and lube. Jisung waited in silence, naked and exposed as he laid out waiting for Minho. He felt nervous. Jisung was far from a virgin, having had a couple of okay relationships, some mediocre one night stands, and a few steamy hook-ups. Yet, despite his experience, Jisung was feeling a little shy, and timid. His insides were fluttering with nervous anticipation. Minho was going to finally fuck him. The thing that had been occupying his mind every day since he had met him. It felt different. Jisung couldn’t quite place just how it was different, but he knew he had never felt like this before. He had never wanted something, someone so badly before. Jisung flinched in surprise when Minho’s hand touched his thigh.
“Think you can lift your leg up? It might make it easier for you to take me. Open you up more.”
“Yeah, okay.” Jisung agreed quickly as he bent his leg, lifting his knee up to rest on the desk, feeling even more on display in this position, feeling his cheeks spread to display his hole fully.
“Beautiful.” Minho muttered softly before his hands moved to rub over Jisung’s back. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yeah.” Jisung nodded.
“Not worried about my size any more?” Minho teased lightly.
“I can take it.” Jisung said, silently hoping he was right as he gripped the edge of the desk and took a deep breath to help himself relax.
“Okay, sweetheart.” Minho said, moving one hand down to hold Jisung’s hip as the other disappeared from Jisung’s body. “I’ll go slow, but let me know if it’s too much.”
“Okay. I’m ready. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.” Jisung pleaded in a whiny tone.
Minho squeezed Jisung’s hip in response, and just a second after, Jisung felt Minho’s cock pressing against his lubed up hole. Jisung bit his lip, making his body relax as Minho wasted no time in pressing forward and pushing the tip into Jisung.
“Fuck!” Jisung gasped out as Minho stopped moving, leaving just the head of his cock in him.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Just… Fuck!” Jisung chuckled. “You’ll go slow to start, right?”
“Of course. Tell me if you need me to go slower, or stop.”
“I’ll be okay… It’s just. Fuck, I guess it’s been a while since I’ve had sex… And you are bigger than anything I’m used to. I just need a little time to adjust.”
“I’ll be gentle with you.” Minho said softly, his hands moving to rub gently over Jisung’s hips.
Minho was good to his word, moving slowly and cautiously as he entered Jisung. Jisung focused on relaxing his body as he opened up and let him in. It was intense, and Jisung was worried it might hurt when Minho bottomed out, but Minho was so gentle, that Jisung never felt even a moment of pain, even in the height of the intense feeling of being stretched wide. Jisung let out a long breath when Minho’s hips were pressed against him. He had never felt so full before, and he was grateful for Minho’s patience as he held himself still, his hands lightly massaging Jisung’s back as he waited for him to adjust to him. Jisung took his time letting his body accommodate and relax.
“Okay, you can move now.” Jisung said when the feelings of desire overtook the traces of discomfort at the stretch.
“Okay. Let me know when you wanna go on your back, when you’re comfortable.”
“Got it, I’ll tell you when I want you to flip me like a pancake and fuck me like you mean it.” Jisung said, looking over his shoulder and smirking at Minho.
Minho smiled and let out a small laugh, nodding before Jisung turned away, relaxing his body as Minho started to move. Minho pulled out slightly before pushing back in slowly. Jisung gasped, shocked at how intense it felt even after having minutes to get used to feeling him inside.
“Hey, are you okay?” Minho asked, reaching his hand over to him. Jisung released the desk to grip Minho’s hand behind him on the desk.
“Yeah, it’s just a lot.” Jisung breathed. “Please don’t stop.”
Minho squeezed Jisung’s hand before he started moving again, his other hand holding Jisung’s hip tight. Jisung clung to Minho’s hand as he started to gently thrust into him, taking his time to build up to pulling out and pushing back in with full strokes. Jisung’s gasps and grunts started morphing into whimpers and moans as Minho’s strokes started to reignite the pleasure inside him. Jisung tried to push back into the thrusts, trying to get Minho to pick up his pace, but his legs started shaking almost instantly. Jisung did not have the strength or the stamina to take such intense feelings and be of any use physically.
“Minho!” Jisung whined, his hand gripping him as hard as he could.
“What is it?” Minho asked, stilling with his cock fully buried into him.
“I’m ready. I want more!”
“Are you sure?” Minho asked, bending down and kissing his spine.
“Please!” Jisung demanded.
Minho chuckled lightly as he pulled out of Jisung, making him whimper before he helped him up on his unsteady legs and laid him down onto his back on the desk. As Jisung laid down, he looked up at Minho, and noticed he was still wearing his glasses, and he thought to himself how hot it was he was still in them, sliding slightly down his nose. Minho lifted Jisung’s legs, watching as he spread them wide before lifting them to rest against his body, one hooked over his hips, and the other up and resting against his chest and up over his shoulder. Minho’s eyes moved slowly up Jisung’s body as he moved into position, his cock resting against Jisung’s needy hole.
“Fuck, look at you.” Minho muttered as he looked at his face, a hand coming up to run his fingers over his cheek and down to his lips. “You look so fucking good like this. You’re always beautiful, but right now… Fuck.” Minho breathed.
Jisung kissed Minho’s fingers when they ran over his lips, poking his tongue out to lick Minho’s fingers, taking one between his lips and sucking lightly before Minho pulled it out and rubbed his spit over his lips.
“You act like you are such a brat.” Minho said as he pushed into Jisung in one long stroke.
“Ah!” Jisung moaned, eyes still on Minho’s.
“But here you are, so submissive and sweet for me.”
“For you.” Jisung gasped out, nodding in agreement.
“My little sweetheart.” Minho said before leaning down and kissing him lightly.
Minho moved back and gripped Jisung, one hand clasping the thigh that was resting on him, and the other with an iron grip on his waist. Minho looked at him, staying still for a second before he started to fuck Jisung with powerful flicks of his hips. Jisung dropped his head back onto the desk, dropping his mouth open to release the cried out moans as Minho set a relentless pace thrusting into him. The room was filled with the sound of sex, their skin slapping together, the wet sound of Jisung’s lubed hole getting fucked hard, and both of their sounds of pleasure. Minho groaned and grunting with effort as Jisung moaned loudly with each impact of Minho’s hips smacking into his ass as he plunged deep into him.
Jisung was feeling like he was losing his very grip on reality, his mind deleting everything to make room for the explosions of sensations that flooded him. Minho was skilled, using his strength and flexible hips to make sure every thrust was pushing Jisung even closer to the precipice of release. Jisung managed to force his eyes open, his vision slightly clouded as his eyes watered, and looked at Minho. Minho was a vision. Jisung had never seen anyone look as attractive as Minho did right now. His eyes were dark and heavy lidded behind his glasses as he looked at Jisung like he was the only thing that mattered in the world. His chest on display, showing his muscles tensing under his smooth shin. The veins on his hands holding him were prominent, showing his exertion. Jisung felt his pleasure rippling and coiling in his abdomen at the sight.
“Minho!” Jisung practically screamed, his hand reaching out to grab him, needing to touch more of him.
“Fuck, Jisung!” Minho gasped as he dropped down, bending over Jisung and trapping his leg as he kissed him. “You feel so fucking good!”
“So good! Fuck, Minho!” Jisung struggled to find words, his mind feeling fully fucked out of his head. “I’m close!”
“Me too. You gonna cum for me? Without touching yourself?” Minho asked, his panting breath blowing into Jisung’s face as he greedily breathed it in, wanting even more of Minno inside him.
“I wanna cum from your cock! Fuck me! Oh fuck! Minho!”
Jisung wailed as Minho pushed his hips up slightly so he was fucking into him as deep as possible, the position putting even more stimulation on his prostate. Jisung felt like his body was going numb with how overwhelming the pleasure was. Minho pressed his lips against Jisung as he fucked him over the edge. Jisung cried out Minho’s name into his mouth as he felt the shuddering climax overtake his whole body, causing him to tremble as he released between them. Minho lifted from his lips, looking at his face as he moaned out, his thrusts erratic and deep as he reached his own orgasm. Jisung watched his face tense as he reached his peak, Jisung’s own face relaxed, his lips slightly parted as he tried to get his breath back, his whole body tingling as he felt the high of his orgasm making the whole world fuzzy.
Once Minho had filled the condom, and his hips had stopped twitching, he sighed deeply and let his weight drop onto Jisung as he joined them in another, tender kiss. Jisung hummed softly as he kissed back, lazily moving their lips together as he basked in the afterglow. Minho’s hands moved to lightly stroke over Jisung's skin that he could reach, spreading fresh tingles racing over Jisung’s body.
“Are you okay, sweetness?” Minho asked when he broke the kiss, his face hovering over Jisung as one hand caressed his face.
“So good.” Jisung sighed with a lopsided smile. “It was even better than I had imagined it would be.”
“Mm.” Minho hummed, smirking before kissing him lightly. “I agree.”
“You imagined it too?”
“Stay here, I’ll get something to clean you with.” Minho said, dodging the question.
Jisung smiled and nodded as Minho lifted off of him, and pulled out carefully before lowering Jisung’s aching legs down. Jisung hissed at the feeling of being empty, scrunching up his face at the unpleasant sensation. He closed his eyes and let himself relax as he heard Minho shuffling around, then he heard a zip and the belt as he was re-dressing before leaving the room.
Jisung enjoyed the feeling for a while, thinking about how that was undoubtedly the best sex he had ever had. Then he frowned, realising that he might never get sex that good again. He had never thought about what would happen after, being so focused on just getting this, that he didn’t plan for if he got it, if they would ever do it again. He was feeling a new frustration filling him as Minho returned, running a damp, warm cloth over him to clean him. Minho used a gentle touch to remove the cum and lube from Jisung. Minho then helped Jisung up from the desk, making sure he was steady on his legs before he turned to the desk, and using a surface wipe he had also brought, cleaned the desk as Jisung picked up his clothes to redress. Minho took the cloth and used wipes out of the room, and Jisung was fully dressed, stood with his arms crossed and pouting in annoyance at the thoughts of what came next when he returned. Minho came to stand in front of him, a slight smile on his face as he ran his hand over Jisung’s pouted lips.
“What’s up? You got what you wanted, shouldn't you be happy?” Minho asked softly.
“I just…”
“What?”
“I want more.”
“Did I not do a good enough job?” Minho chuckled.
“No! I mean, it was so good… It was the best I’ve ever had. I don’t want that to be the only… I want more.”
“You don’t want this to be a one time thing?” Minho asked, sounding more serious now.
“Yeah… Can we? Can we do this again?”
“Jisung.” Minho sighed. “It was good. I can’t think of any time I’ve had sex that good either… But… I don’t like casual hook up situations.”
“Why did you have sex with me if you don’t like it?”
“Because I want you so much. You wanted it… It’s really hard to not give you what you want. I don’t regret it, not at all. But I’m not sure I could keep having sex with you, if we were just fucking around. It always feels like I'm using someone to me… I like to have an emotional connection with sex. I think sex is better with someone I care about.”
“Oh…” Jisung said, averting his gaze as the words stung. “You don’t like me enough?”
“No, Jisung, that’s not it. I like you, I like you so fucking much. That’s why it would be too hard to try something casual. If I was going to keep having sex with you, I would want to take you on a date, get to know you more, and spend more time with you. I know that’s not what you wanted, and I’m not asking for it. I will not treat you any differently because of this. I think you are a great guy, and I like the time I get to spend with you, it’s actually the best part of my day. So we can be friends, if that’s going to be okay. If not, I can stop working here. We are almost finished, Chan would be fine if I go back to the office now.”
“You… You want to take me on a date?”
“Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I’m happy we had sex, I don’t need anything more from you.”
“What if I want more?”
“I told you, it would be too hard on me to just fuck around.”
“No, I mean… I also like you a lot. I want to get to know you more, and spend time with you… I want to hold your hand, I want to fall asleep holding you, and wake up to you still there. I want you to make me food and look out for me, and I want to make sure you are taken care of and hold you when you need it. I hadn’t thought I would even get to have sex with you… So I had never even thought of the possibility that I could have more… But I want it. I want us to be together.”
“You… You really mean that?”
“Of course I do!” Jisung said, a bright smile breaking out on his face. “Sure, when I first saw you, I just really wanted to sleep with you because you were so hot. But the more time I’ve spent with you, the more I liked you.”
“But… You should be with someone your own age. I don’t want to hold you back from anything.”
“Being with you would not be holding me back from anything. I am tired of just hooking up with people too. I haven’t done it in months. And besides, I have never felt the way I do about you with anyone before. I like you, a lot. I want this.”
“You really want a relationship with me?”
“More than I even knew.”
“Okay. As long as you are sure, then yeah, let’s be together.”
“Really? We’re in a relationship now?”
“If that’s what you want, because it is what I want.”
“Fuck! I have the hottest boyfriend!” Jisung giggled, throwing his arms around Minho’s neck and kissing him. Minho chuckled against his lips before wrapping his arms around Jisung and kissing him back. “So, how much more work do you have to do?” Jisung asked once they parted.
“Not much, like twenty more minutes of work.”
“Then can we have food together?”
“Anything you want.”
“Will you stay the night with me?”
“Of course.”
“Can I sit with you while you work? I don’t think we had enough cuddles after.” Jisung asked with a sweet smile.
“That sounds perfect, come on.”
Minho guided Jisung back to the computer chair, sitting down before pulling Jisung onto his lap. Jisung curled up, nuzzling his head into Minho’s neck as he adjusted them so he could reach around him to work while Jisung clung to him. Jisung relaxed as he closed his eyes and pressed his face to Minho, breathing him in as his body heat seeped into him. The sound of Minho typing and the gentle motion of his breathing came close to lulling Jisung to sleep. Fortunately Minho was finished and shut down the computer before Jisung fully gave into falling asleep on him. They both went to the kitchen, and Jisung hopped onto the counter to watch Minho as he cooked, and Jisung rambled about one of the anime shows he had been watching, Minho smiling and encouraging him to keep talking, as he mentioned anime that he also enjoyed. They ate together, chairs touching so they could stay close, their legs tangling under the table. After cleaning up, they got a shower together before going to bed. Minho tenderly cleaned Jisung, and Jisung took the opportunity to kiss every inch of skin on Minho’s body that he could. It surprisingly didn't turn sexual, even with Jisung pressing his lips all over Minho. They dried each other, and then dressed in just boxers and went to bed, cuddled close together as they looked at each other in the dark room.
“So, are you going to take me on a date soon?” Jisung asked with a sleepy smile.
“I want to.”
“What kind of date do you have in mind?”
“Well, we could go out for dinner, or a movie. We could drive somewhere pretty and walk around, or have a picnic. I could cook for you at home, or we could have a movie night at home. Honestly, I don’t even care what we do. Just as long as I get to spend time with you.”
“I can’t wait.” Jisung sighed happily. “I want to tell my dad.”
“Tell him?”
“About us. That we are involved with each other.”
“Oh…” Minho frowned and was silent for a second.. “You really want to tell him?”
“Yeah, I don’t keep things from him.”
“Of course. Yeah, you shouldn't have to keep this a secret.” Minho smiled and nodded. “If you want to tell him, I will be right there with you when you do.”
“Thank you. Can we tell him soon?”
“Whenever you want.”
“We can do it tomorrow then.” Jisung smiled, hoping his dad wouldn’t feel too uncomfortable about him dating his friend, and knowing he was absolutely not going to be sharing that they fucked in his home office. “Wake me up when you get up. I would rather wake up early than wake up without you.
“Anything you want.”
Minho smiled and stroked Jisung's face before kissing him softly. Jisung closed his eyes and snuggled up close to Minho, letting the comfort of his arms engulf him as he drifted to sleep.
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Jisung was awakened to fingers lightly trailing over his face, and the sound of his name being called softly. Jisung grumbled and pouted as he tried to curl up his body and hide from the waking world.
“Jisung, we’re getting up now.” Minho’s gentle voice cooed at him.
“No!” Jisung whined.
“Yes, we are. You told me to wake you up when I got up.”
“Can’t you wake me up while I stay asleep?” Jisung said, peeking one eye open to look at Minho.
“I don’t think so.” Minho laughed at him, his arms that were wrapped around him shaking. “What exactly are you studying in college?”
“I take sexy classes.” Jisung smirked, moving to look at Minho.
“You must be the top of your class then.”
“Oh yeah, I’m vale-dick-torian.”
“Nice.” Minho chuckled, moving to kiss Jisung’s head. “Do you want to go back to sleep?”
“No, I’m up now. Will you make me coffee?”
“I always do, sweetheart.”
“Mm, yes you do.” Jisung sighed with a smile.
Jisung let Minho go get washed up while he wriggled around in his bed, trying to get himself to wake up. Then he washed up and put on some lounge clothes while Minho dressed in his clothes from the day before. They both went downstairs together, and walked to the coffee machine while Minho started to get the machine ready to make coffee. Before Minho had the coffee brewing, Chan walked into the room, looking like he had also just woken up.
“Morning guys. I didn’t hear you arrive, Minho.” Chan said with a bright smile.
“I… uh, I stayed here last night.” Minho said, and Jisung could see he was tense.
“Ah, cool.” Chan said casually.
“So, dad?” Jisung said, walking towards him. “I have something to tell you. About us. About me and Minho.” Jisung reached his hand out for Minho, who took his lead and came to stand next to him and held his hand.
“Okay?” Chan said, frowning as he looked at them.
“We… Well, we’re together. Like, dating, kinda thing.” Jisung told him. Chan’s eyes opened wider, and he glanced between him as he took in what he had been told.
“Oh, wow! I did not expect that…” Chan ran his hand through his hair, and Minho gripped Jisung’s hand harder. “How long have you been…?”
“We’ve been interested in each other for a while, well, I know I've been interested at least. But nothing happened until last night, and we decided to start a relationship with each other.”
“Yeah… You know, now that I think about it, I probably should have seen this coming.” Chan laughed weakly. “You haven’t been subtle about your interest in him, have you?”
“No, I was shockingly obvious.” Jisung chuckled.
“Well, I need coffee. Minho, would you mind making some?”
“Sure.” Minho said, and nodded, squeezing Jisung’s hand before rushing back to the coffee machine.
“So, you and Minho?” Chan asked, moving Jisung a little further away so Minho wouldn’t overhear them.
“Yep.” Jisung nodded, smiling at him.
“Just let me know, did he make a move… Like, he wasn’t…?”
“I initiated everything.”
“Okay, yeah, good. I mean, he is my friend and I think he’s a good guy, but you're the one dating him, so I wanted to make sure he wasn’t being too pushy or aggressive.”
“He has been far from that. I’ve been flirting with him for weeks, and he didn’t start anything. He made us talk about it properly before he would do a thing.”
“Okay, yeah, good. And he makes you happy?”
“He does. He is so sweet, and funny. I really like him.”
“Okay, I’m glad you’re happy.” Chan smiled, seeming to have processed the information now. “I would prefer if you weren’t happy with my colleague and friend, but you being happy is the important part.” Chan laughed.
“Okay, but to be fair, you brought him here for me. Like some kind of hot guy delivery service.”
“Ture, I did.” Chan laughed again. “Well, as long as he keeps making you happy, I’m happy for you. And if he hurts you, I will be burying his body in the backyard.”
“You’re such a big softie.” Jisung chuckled.
“Our coffee is on the counter. Here.” Minho said as he approached them, passing Jisung his iced coffee.
“Thank you, baby.” Jisung said with a smirk, seeing Minho flushing slightly.
“Okay, well we should get to work. And Sung, don’t distract Minho while he’s working, okay?”
“I guess.” Jisung rolled his eyes, smiling around his straw.
“But it looks like we will have more free time after this week. So do you want to do something soon? We can do something just us, or Minho can join us, or your friends. Whatever you want.”
“That sounds great. How about a theme park?”
“Sounds great.”
“Will you come?” Jisung asked Minho, who glanced between them, looking a little startled.
“Yeah, if it’s okay?”
“Sure.” Chan nodded.
“I can bring Felix too.” Jisung added.
“Great! I’ll arrange this for us.” Chan smiled at them both. “Okay, I’ll go and get started. See you in there soon?” Chan said to Minho as he started walking to the office.
“Yeah, I’ll be just a moment.” Minho said, then turned to Jisung when the office door was partially closed. “Well, that went better than I expected.”
“Yeah?”
“I was really expecting Chan to get me fired when we told him.”
“What, really?” Jisung asked, shocked as Minho nodded. “Why would you agree to telling him if you thought you might lose your job?”
“Because it would be wrong to ever want you to keep us a secret. You should never feel like you have to keep your love life hidden, I wouldn’t ever think of putting that on you.”
“I guess, but that’s wild.”
“Look, being with you is a choice I made, and I knew the potential consequences. I wouldn’t have agreed to being with you without being willing to face what that might mean. I had thought about it a lot, ever since you started flirting with me.”
“Is that why you were so restrained?”
“I could have been a lot more restrained.” Minho chuckled, seeming to relax a little. “But yeah, I wasn’t sure it was worth the risk of my job just to fool around. But I think I’d accepted it actually would be worth it a while back.”
“Wow, and here I was thinking you just didn’t want me as much as I wanted you.”
“No, I wanted you as soon as I talked to you, I just was very aware that I was working, and in Chan’s house. I wanted to try and be respectful and not cross any boundaries.”
“So you would have never made the first move?”
“No, never.”
“Fuck, and I was trying so hard to get you to too!”
“Oh, I am fully aware of that!” Minho laughed.
“I still can’t believe you thought being with me was worth losing your job!”
“Honestly, losing my job was my imagined best case scenario. Chan welcomed me into his home, and I hooked up with his son. I was prepared for much worse.”
“If I had known how worried you were I could have let you know that wouldn’t happen. My dad knows I’m an adult, and he respects and trusts me to make my own choices for my life. Because of this we are both so open with each other. I know I can tell him anything and he won’t judge me or try to tell me how to live my life. As long as I’m happy, safe, and healthy, he would never interfere in my life without me asking.”
“He sounds like a really good dad.”
“He is. He’s a good man.”
“I guess that is how he managed to raise a person as wonderful as you.” Minho smiled, and stoked his face.
“I wish you didn’t have to work today, I want to spend time with you.”
“I know… I really should go home tonight too, I need to change my clothes and check on my cats.”
“Can I come with you?”
“Of course!” Minho smiled and wrapped his arms around him. “I’d love you to spend the night at my place. We can have dinner with your dad, then I’ll take you home, okay?”
“That sounds perfect.” Jisung smiled before placing a soft kiss on Minho’s lips and stepping back so he could go to work.
Jisung sighed after Minho left, and went to relax on the couch as he enjoyed his iced coffee. Jisung had some fruit for breakfast, before waiting until noon to go up to his room to call Felix and fill him in on his love life developments. Jisung dropped onto his bed as he called Felix.
“Hey, what’s up?” Felix asked him when his smiling face appeared on the screen, looking like he was still laid in his bed.
“It happened!”
“What did?”
“With Minho!”
“You fucked?” Felix asked, springing up from laying down to sitting up.
“We did!” Jisung beamed at him.
“Fucking finally! So how is he in bed?”
“We didn’t do it in a bed. He fucked me on the office desk!”
“You didn’t! You are nasty!” Felix cackled.
“And it was fucking mind blowing! He is so fucking good! I came harder than I ever have before!”
“Shit! You deserve it, it’s been too long since you got a good fucking.”
“Right? I think he was making up for my lost time. His dick is so fucking big! I actually thought he might tear me apart!”
“Shit! Did it hurt?”
“No, it could have, but he was so gentle and took his time. It was intense, but it never hurt for even a second.”
“Wow! He really is good in bed. But I’m not surprised. He just looks like he’s good in bed.”
“That’s not all…”
“Oh? Did you go for a second round?”
“Not yet… But he asked me on a date.”
“No shit?!”
“He said he doesn't like the whole casual fucking thing. Says he likes to have sex with people he cares about… and he cares about me.”
“Oh, that's so sweet!”
“I know! I hadn’t thought far enough ahead to even think I might have a chance at getting more than a single fuck. But I like him so much. As soon as he said he likes me and wouldn't want to have meaningless sex, I knew I wanted more too. It’s amazing.”
“Holy crap! This is so romantic!”
“I think so.”
“Okay, so he has to come and hang out with us all. I know I met him, but if you’re going to be together, I want to get to know him properly.”
“Of course! I’ll ask him about it and make some plans soon. But I wanna enjoy having him to myself for a little while first.”
“Fair.”
“Oh! But do you wanna come to a theme park with me, Minho, and my dad?”
“Duh! Of course I fucking do!”
“Great! You can stop my dad from feeling like a third wheel.”
“Are you suggesting I go on a double date with your dad?”
“No, but whatever makes you feel better.” Jisung laughed.
Jisung talked with Felix for a while longer, gossiping about their friends, and making plans for another gaming session with them all before Jisung hung up and went back to lounging around and waiting to see Minho again. It was early in the evening when Minho and Chan finished working and Minho cooked while Jisung and Chan chatted. Jisung told Chan he was staying at Minho’s that night, and that Felix was going to come with them to the theme park. They ate dinner together, Minho close to Jisung, and seemed a little tense, but not concerningly so. Jisung just figured it would take them all a little while to adjust to the change in their relationship. When they had eaten, Jisung got a quick shower and changed his clothes before Minho took him home. Jisung spent the whole drive staring at Minho, thinking that he even looked sexy while driving, his focused eyes never leaving the road. When they got into Minho's apartment, he placed his laptop bag next to the door and took off his shoes before smiling at Jisung.
“I need to take care of the cats, then get a shower. Feel free to explore and make yourself at home.” Minho told him with a soft kiss before heading to the kitchen, followed by three meowing cats.
Jisung followed too, and watched Minho replenish three bowls of food, and a bowl of water, as well as filling and turning on a cat water fountain. Jisung smiled at him as he passed him to go to the bathroom. Jisung took his time to look around. Minho lived in a large apartment, the kitchen big enough for two people to move around comfortably. The living room was large, a big couch and TV at one side, and in another corner was a large cat tree, and three cat beds amongst a lot of cat toys littering the floor. Jisung moved to explore the two bedrooms. The first one was a combination of a guest room with a single bed on one side, and a home office with a desk and chair on the other side. There were a few bookcases, with books, manga and a few figurines on them. Jisung saw a few photos on the walls too. He then went to check the master bedroom. The master bedroom was bigger, and in a darker colour scheme. Jisung didn’t spend long looking around after his eyes landed on the cosy king sized bed. Jisung threw himself onto the soft mattress, laying on his back as he spread his limbs and sighed contentedly. Jisung let himself relax on the comfortable bed as he waited for Minho to come find him.
Minho entered the bedroom once he was clean, his hair still slightly damp, and sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He was wearing nothing else. Jisung made an embarrassing groan at the sight. Minho chuckled at him as Jisung felt his cheeks heating up. Jisung pouted at him as he reached out to him, grabbing the air to demand Minho come to him. Minho complied immediately, crawling onto the bed and moving up Jisung’s body until he was hovering over him, hands on either side of his head as he looked down at him. Jisung wrapped his arms around Minho’s neck and pulled him down into a kiss. Minho kissed him back, slow and gentle. Jisung’s desire was taking over his whole body again, seeing Minho half naked, and so relaxed and comfortable, laying in Minho’s bed and feeling like he belonged there. He needed to feel Minho. He needed to have the feeling Minho made him feel the day before.
“Can we…” Jisung muttered against Minho’s lips.
“Can we do what?” Minho asked, moving back and smirking down at him.
“... You know.” Jisung pouted.
“What happened to the shameless flirting, demanding brat I had seen all summer?”
“You know what I want, don’t make me say it.”
“Hmm, I dunno. I think you will only get things you will actually ask for. Otherwise I won’t know what you want.”
“Fine!” Jisung huffed, making Minho chuckle at him. “Can we have sex? I want to fuck!” Jisung said, a little too loud. “Happy now?”
“Thrilled.” Minho said, moving to kiss Jisung’s cheek. “I would love to have sex with you again.”
“I can’t believe you made me say it.”
“I can’t believe you are suddenly shy.”
“I was always shy. I just wanted you so much I pushed past my embarrassment.”
“That is actually really hot of you.” Minho said, smiling at him and making Jisung smile in return. “That’s just so hot, I have to suck your dick right now.”
“Oh, well if you have to.” Jisung ginned, wiggling his body as Minho moved to pull his top off.
Jisung sighed and relaxed as Minho kissed his way down Jisung’s chest, slipping his fingers under his sweats and boxers to pull them down as he hovered over his hips. Minho took his time exploring Jisung’s body with his lips and tongue before settling between his legs. Minho hovered with his face over Jisung’s dick, his hot breath sweeping over his hard flesh for too many tortuous seconds.
“What are you doing?” Jisung whined.
“I’m seeing how long it takes for you to start whining at me. You lasted longer than I thought.” Minho chuckled, as he looked at him with a devilish glint.
“I thought you had to have my dick right now?”
“I do.” Minho smirked as his hand wrapped around Jisung and pulled a breathy moan from him.
Minho stopped teasing him, rubbing his hand over him for a moment before taking him into his mouth. Jisung dropped his head back onto the pillows, his hips twitching instinctively as he was enveloped into the moist heat of Minho’s mouth. Jisung struggled to not thrust into Minho’s mouth as he easily took most of him into his mouth, his skilled tongue rubbing over him as he sucked lightly.
“Fuck!” Jisung said with a moan that sounded more like a whimper.
“Are you okay?” Minho asked, stopping touching him as he looked up at him concerned.
“Yeah, it feels good. Really fucking good. I’d actually forgotten just how good blowjobs feel.”
“How do you forget that?” Minho laughed, lifting up onto his hands as he moved up close to Jisung as they spoke.
“I mean, it’s been a while since I had one.”
“How long has it been since you got a blowjob?”
“Well, longer than I last gave a blowjob.”
“That doesn't seem fair.”
“No, it is. I usually bottom, so they prep me, and I suck them. So we have equal foreplay.”
“That's a pretty weird way to look at it.” Minho chuckled. “Do you not like topping?”
“Oh, I do. It feels good and everything, but I’m not exactly good on top.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t have the stamina… I mean, I kinda do, but when it feels good I lose focus and rhythm, so it kinda fucks it up. I don’t ride when bottoming much for the same reason. I was made to lay back and take it.” Jisung chuckled, Minho laying down next to him now.
“But you like fucking as well as being fucked?”
“I mean, on the sensations alone, yeah.”
“Why don’t you have someone ride you then?”
“I mean, I don’t want to ride, so it’s not fair to ask someone else to ride me.”
“Sex isn’t an equivalent exchange.” Minho laughed. “I’d ride you. I don’t care if you don’t ride me. But also, you can sit on me and I can fuck you from below sometime if you want to do riding still.”
“Really? You like bottoming?”
“Oh yeah, I honestly don’t have a strong preference. I like it all.”
“So, you would ride me? Like… now?”
“Yeah, I did clean myself in the shower just in case you wanted to top.”
“Yeah, I would like that. I mean, I’m not as big as you though.”
“Okay, sure, you’re not as big as me, but you are far from small. You have more than enough to make me feel good.” Minho reassured with a little chuckle.
“Okay, you are freakishly big.” Jisung teased.
“If you don’t like it, I won’t fuck you with it.”
“No! I love it! Never threaten to not fuck me again, I will cry.” Jisung said with an exaggerated pout.
“You’re too fucking cute.” Minho laughed, moving to kiss him softly. “So, do you want me to prep myself?”
“I can do that. I’m not a pillow princess because I’m lazy! I want to prep you.”
“I’ll get the lube.” Minho said with a brief kiss.
Jisung watched as Minho got off the bed, and stripped out of his sweatpants, revealing he was wearing nothing underneath. Then Minho bent over to look through the drawers of his bedside table before coming back to lay next to Jisung, passing Jisung a bottle of lube and placing a condom on the bed until they needed it. Jisung coated his fingers in lube as Minho positioned himself, half laying on top of Jisung, his leg lifted up and resting across Jisung’s hips. Jisung kissed Minho as he moved his hand, and circled Minho’s hole with his lubed up finger. Minho sighed into Jisung’s mouth as he pushed his finger into his tight heat. Jisung took his time to slowly start plunging his finger into Minho, not wanting to rush him, and have some of the controlled patience he had shown him.
Minho moved from kissing Jisung’s lips to kissing over his neck, his tongue sliding over his neck as he let out sighs and gasps. Minho was rocking his hips as Jisung started to thrust two fingers into him, rubbing their hard cocks against each other slightly. Jisung groaned and tried to focus on his fingers and not the blissful sensations from the friction between them. By the time Jisung had three fingers spreading and stretching Minho open, Minho was making soft, high pitched whines into Jisung’s ear, his breathing coming out ragged. It was turning Jisung on so much, he was rolling his hips up against Minho, fighting to keep himself patient as his desperation for more was getting hard to bear.
“Fuck, I’m ready.” Minho breathed, pushing up and looking at Jisung with heavy lidded eyes.
“Thank fuck, I’m losing my mind here!” Jisung chuckled as he carefully removed his fingers.
“I love how needy you are.” Minho said with a smirk as he pushed himself up.
Minho moved and sat on Jisung’s thighs as he grabbed the condom and rolled it on Jisung’s dick for him. Jisung bit his lip and held in a moan at the slight stimulation as Minho rubbed lube over him. Minho grasped him as he lifted up and positioned himself over Jisung, lowering down until Jisung’s dick was pushed up against his stretched hole.
“Are you ready?” Minho asked.
“Shouldn't I be asking you that?” Jisung chuckled.
“Well, I got there first, so I asked.” Minho smirked.
“I’m ready. Are you?”
“I’m so ready.” Minho smirked before taking the head of Jisung’s dick into his hole.
Minho and Jisung gasped in unison as Minho held himself up with just the tip inside. Minho took a deep breath and smiled at Jisung before slowly sinking down onto Jisung in one fluid move. Minho stayed still once he was sat fully on Jisung, taking rapid breaths, his brow furrowed as he focused on relaxing his body. Jisung was also focusing hard to not cum too soon. Minho was so hot and tight around him, and it had been so long since Jisung had last topped, he was taking steadying breaths to keep himself from hurting quickly to his climax. It didn’t help that Minho looked like a dream on top of him. His chest rising as he tried to control his breath, his brow creased and eyes closed with his lips parted showing his concentration. The hottest thing to Jisung though, was how his dense thighs were tensed and clamping onto Jisung’s sides.
After a few minutes, Minho’s legs relaxed their vice grip on him, and Jisung felt he was more in control and would be able to last long enough for it to not be embarrassing. Minho opened his eyes and smiled at Jisung as he rolled his hips slightly and adjusted how he was sat on him so he had better leverage. Jisung smiled back, moving his hands to start stroking all over Minho’s thighs. Minho lifted up, rising until just Jisung’s head was in him, feeling crushed by his tight opening, before he dropped down, letting out a groan as Jisung grunted softly. Minho started with a steady pace, taking Jisung deeply as he set a rhythm. Jisung laid back in awe as Minho started to pick up his speed, slamming down onto Jisung with strong, controlled movement. Minho’s lips were parted, gasping whines slipping past them each time he dropped down. Minho's movements were so fluid and graceful, he made the act of fucking himself on Jisung’s dick look almost like a dance, a performance of art.
“You look so fucking good under me.” Minho gasped out, his dark gaze locking onto Jisung as he kept riding him.
“Minho!” Jisung groaned out, his brain too fried from pleasure to string a sentence together in response.
“How are you cock drunk when you’re the one fucking me, huh?” Minho teased, his voice slightly higher than normal.
“I’m Minho drunk.” Jisung managed to reply, reaching out to try and grab more of him.
“My sweet Jisung.” Minho said, moving to bend down over him so Jisung could wrap his arms around him and cling to him as Minho changed up his pace to work for the new position.
“Yours, I’m so fucking yours.” Jisung gasped before pulling Minho into a sloppy kiss.
Minho didn’t take long to get adjusted to the new position, rocking back and managing to still fuck down hard onto Jisung. Jisung lifted his knees, planting his feet and tilting his hips slightly to help Minho get the best positioning to ride him while holding him. Jisung loved how in this position, not only could he hold Minho, run his hands over his skin and pull his face to kiss him, but the closer proximity meant he could hear every moan, every gasp and whine that Minho made as he used Jisung to pleasure himself. Jisung was feeling the pull of his orgasm, Minho was just too good, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Jisung moved his hands to grip Minho’s hips and tensed his legs as he started to buck his hips up, thrusting into Minho to match his rhythm. Jisung was rewarded with a loud moan from Minho, who lifted up from kissing him to look at his face.
“Oh fuck, Jisung! That feels so good!” Minho moaned.
“So fucking good!” Jisung whined. “I’m not gonna last, I’m getting close!”
“Me too. Just, one second.” Minho arched his back, and stretched a leg out, keeping close to Jisung as he slightly adjusted the angle that Jisung was fucking up into him. “There!” Minho practically screamed. “Keep fucking me like this! I’m close!”
Jisung was unable to respond, just garbling a moan of understanding as he focused all his energy into giving Minho what he wanted as he plummeted towards his end. Minho was making the most euphoric noises, his beautiful skin glistening with sweat as his muscles tensed under it, riding rapidly to his climax. Jisung felt pride and relief flood him when Minho reached his orgasm first, smashing their lips together and moaning into Jisung’s mouth as his sprayed cum over Jisung’s stomach and chest. Jisung whimpered against Minho’s lips as he dug his fingers into Minho’s hips, holding him still as he slammed his hips up a couple more times as he relaxed and let himself release into the condom.
Jisung’s body felt like it was melting into the bed as he rode the wave of his orgasm. Minho was able to keep himself held up on his elbows, his face still pressed against Jisung’s as they shared air. After a few minutes of floating in bliss, Minho moved, lifting up just enough for Jisung to pull out of him, then he dropped next to Jisung on the bed, and littered his face and neck with kisses.
“How did it feel topping?” Minho asked.
“Fuck! It was so much better than it’s ever been before.”
“Yeah? You think you’d like to do it again?”
“Oh absolutely! I think I am going to be much happier being versatile with you than anyone else.” Jisung chuckled, turning to look at Minho. “Was it okay for you?”
“It was amazing!” Minho kissed him, smiling as he pulled back to look at him. “I never want to hear you implying you are bad at topping ever again. That was beyond good.”
“I’m glad.” Jisung sighed in relief, smiling and watching Minho sit up and take the condom off of Jisung.
“Stay there, I’ll get something to clean you.”
“Shouldn’t I do that? You were the one being fucked.”
“It’s anal sex, not BDSM. I don’t need aftercare.” Minho laughed. “Besides, I like taking care of you. Do you like me taking care of you?”
“I do.” Jisung pouted.
“Then let me take care of you. I want to.” Minho lightly slapped Jisung’s thigh as he got up and headed out of the bedroom.
Minho returned, looking clean himself, with a cloth and cleaned Jisung up before putting the cloth in the laundry and getting them both under the covers, and cuddled up in the bed. Jisung sighed as he slid his arms around him, and slipped their legs together, looking at Minho, who seemed even more beautiful in the afterglow of sex.
“So, I’m gonna have to wake you up early again when I get up to go back to your house.” Minho told him.
“You don’t have to wake me, just carry me to the car.”
“Like this, all naked?” Minho chuckled as his hand slid down to squeeze his ass cheek.
“Hmm, I might distract you while you drive, huh?”
“Oh, yeah, I would not be road safe with your naked ass right there next to me.”
“Okay, you can wake me up then, I guess.”
“I wish I’d been able to take you on a date before we had sex again. If I wasn’t so busy, I would have taken you out and spoiled you before bringing you home.”
“I mean, we had dinner together last night, you cooked for me and everything. Then we slept next to each other. That’s a date, right?”
“I guess. I mean, a date is what we decide, so if that was a date to you, it was to me. But I will take you for a proper date as soon as I have the time. A nice restaurant. I know you like my cooking, but I think a restaurant will still be nice.”
“It will. I am looking forward to being spoiled.” Jisung giggled before sighing. “I have one more year of college left.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“What happens when I go back? You know, with us?”
“Well, we have a few options. We could just focus on having fun for the rest of the summer, then parting ways when you go back.” Minho suggested, and Jisung scowled, not liking that idea. “Or we could have a break while you go, you can do whatever you want, and when you come back, if you still feel like you want to be with me we can pick back up, no questions asked about anyone else you have been with.”
“No.” Jisung pouted.
“We could always do long distance?”
“Like, phone calls?”
“We can call, video calls, messages. How far away is your college?”
“A couple hours drive.”
“That’s nothing. I could come visit some weekends, or when we both have free time. We can still plan dates and stuff. Both over video and for me coming to see you. You can come back home for your breaks. We can make it work, if that’s what you want?”
“I do. I really like you, and I don’t want to give it up.”
“I feel the same. And we will go at your speed. No pressure on the relationship.”
“You want to be with other people?” Jisung frowned, worrying about what Minho was suggesting.
“No, of course not! I just mean, no pressure on moving forward, or taking things too seriously. I will be loyal, and I would hope for the same, but I mean, while you are at college, we can just enjoy time together. When you get back, we can see where we are about what we want next, and not rush it. I mean like moving in together, and those kinds of things.”
“Oh! Yeah, that sounds good.” Jisung laughed, feeling relief that they were on the same page with what they wanted from this relationship.
“I can come with you when you go back to college, help you move, and know where you live for when I come to visit.”
“Perfect!” Jisung sighed. “Okay, I’m not gonna dread going back now then.”
“A year will go by quicker than you think. And we will be together next summer before you know it.”
“Yeah.” Jisung kissed him before gazing at the beautiful man in his arms. “I know it’s not even over, but this summer has been the best of my life.”
“Well, you’re young.” Minho chuckled. “Take it from someone who has had almost twice as many summers than you… It’s been the best summer of my life too.”
Jisung beamed as Minho smiled at him. Jisung pulled Minho into a soft and tender kiss, melting into the warm comfort of his arms. They kissed lovingly for long minutes before Jisung started to feel tired, curling up and nuzzling against Minho as he surrendered to sleep, feeling happier than he had ever felt before.