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“Jisung, stop pacing, I can hear you from the kitchen!”
Jisung freezes in place in the middle of his bedroom, caught. He slips out of his room and into the kitchen, where Chenle is butchering a whole chicken with a cleaver.
“What are you making?” Jisung asks. He’s always scared Chenle will cut his finger off when he pulls the cleaver out.
“Chicken stock. And juk, for Mark. He’s sick,” Chenle explains. He snorts when Jisung jumps as he hacks off one of the chicken’s legs. “We were supposed to be enjoying a sexy night to ourselves because you’re going over to Donghyuck’s, but apparently the kid he’s tutoring gave him a nasty cold. So instead, I’m going to lay him on our couch and nurse him back to health.”
“You’re gonna make a great wife someday, Chenle,” Jisung jokes.
“I will, thank you,” Chenle replies. “Is that what you’re pacing up a storm about, then? Going over to Donghyuck’s?”
Jisung whines and covers his face with his hands, leaning against the counter.
“What if he thinks I’m an inexperienced loser,” he laments.
“Well, you are an inexperienced loser,” Chenle agrees. Jisung smacks his arm. “Chill, I’m holding a knife. It’s not a bad thing. I mean, he knew that when you guys started dating.”
“I know, it’s just… He’s dated so much, and slept with so many people, and he’s older than me. I feel like he still thinks of me as his baby. I don’t want to be his baby anymore, Lele.”
“Well, you’re still his baby,” Chenle responds. “Just in a different, sexier, more adult way now. His baby but with a lot more dick involved.”
“But that’s the point! There has been no dick involved,” Jisung complains. “I want there to be dick involved! But what if he doesn’t want me? What if I’m really bad? Is there some secret to gay sex that I don’t know about and I’ll completely embarrass myself because he knows the secret and I don’t?”
Chenle levels him with an exasperated look. “The only secrets to gay sex you need to know are use lube and clean up beforehand. If you’ve done both of those, you’ll be fine. Donghyuck knows you haven’t had sex before.”
“I know,” Jisung concedes. “It’s just embarrassing.”
“It’s not embarrassing, Ji. Seriously. Tons of people our age haven’t had sex. And it’s Donghyuck, who you’ve known since middle school. He’s not gonna judge.”
“I know…” Jisung trails off, mood still sullen despite Chenle’s reassurances.
“So, are you gonna top or bottom?” Chenle asks, breaking the tension.
“Shut uppp, Chenle,” he groans. “Both? Either? I will literally take anything.”
“Well, if you’re okay with either… remember what I said about cleaning up beforehand?” Chenle teases, wiggling his eyebrows. “You always wanna be prepared. I remember the first time I bottomed for Mark, I–”
“NO!” Jisung exclaims. “I do not want to know. Just tell me how to clean up, or whatever, please.”
After an uncomfortably in-depth explanation from Chenle and a very thorough thirty-minute shower, Jisung is squeaky clean and ready to go. He wanders back into the kitchen, hoping Chenle will have some last-minute advice. Before he can speak, Chenle takes one look at him and rolls his eyes.
“No, Jisung, I don’t have any more advice for you. If you’re ready to have sex, have sex. If you aren’t, don’t. Donghyuck will still love you either way. You’ve only been dating a couple weeks, it’s perfectly normal to wait.”
Jisung sighs. “You’re right. We probably won’t even do anything today anyways.”
“Of course I’m right,” Chenle scoffs. “Now get out of here. You know I hate people in the kitchen while I’m cooking. And didn’t you say you were supposed to get there at six?”
Jisung whips his head to the clock on their microwave. It reads 5:46.
“Oh, fuck,” he exclaims. “Bye, Chenle, thanks for your help!”
Jisung nearly trips over himself in his rush out the door, narrowly escaping bashing his brains out on the fancy hardwood door frame Chenle is obsessed with. He’s out of breath by the time he gets to his bus stop, sweating through the back of his t-shirt. He pulls at the collar in dismay. His long-ass shower was practically a waste now, sweat staining his meticulously scrubbed skin.
“Shit,” he curses, catching his breath. He groans into his palms, frustrated, and sheepishly puts his earbuds in when the middle aged woman next to him throws him a lethal side-eye.
Well, hopefully Donghyuck doesn’t mind sweaty boy smell. Maybe he’ll let Jisung take a shower before they start anything. Maybe.
Luckily, it’s only a fifteen minute bus ride to Donghyuck’s from his and Chenle’s apartment, so he manages to make it there at a very respectable 6:03. Jisung skids to a stop at Donghyuck’s doorstep, accidentally slamming his leg against the doorknob and doubling over with a yelp. He balances himself with a hand against the wall, his other hand gripping at his thigh. God fucking damnit. Now he’s sweaty and has a giant nasty bruise on his thigh. There is literally no way Donghyuck will fuck him now.
Just as he’s weighing the pros and cons of turning around and going home, the door swings open. He looks up, expecting his boyfriend, but is instead greeted with Jeno’s smiling face. And her abs. And her nipple piercings peeking through her sports bra. He drags his eyes back up to her face, where her eyebrow is quirked as if to say bro, are you for real?
He cringes. “Uh, sorry, Jeno. Is Donghyuck here?” She rolls her eyes and opens the door wider to let Jisung in.
“Obviously he’s here, dummy. How else would he take your little v-card tonight?”
Jisung playfully shoves her shoulder, somehow embarrassed that she knows even though they’ve been friends for years.
“Noona, don’t make fun of me,” he complains, ears hot.
She giggles and pokes his cheek. “Maybe stop staring at my tits and I’ll stop making fun of you?”
“I didn’t mean to look at your tits, noona,” he whines, covering his face.
“I mean, they are pretty nice tits, you can’t blame him.”
They both whip around to see Donghyuck standing by the couch, arms crossed, amused little smirk on his face. Jisung bravely (and unsuccessfully) tries to ignore the heat stirring in his stomach at the sight.
“Whatever,” Jeno says, “Hyuck, take this pervert into your room. Maybe if you finally blow his back out then he’ll finally learn how to stop acting like a nervous virgin.”
“But I am a nervous virgin…” Jisung mumbles. Donghyuck lets out a delighted laugh.
“C’mon, Ji,” he says, grabbing Jisung’s hand and pulling him towards his bedroom. “Don’t let her stress you out. I thought we could just watch a movie and chill tonight.”
Jisung nods dutifully and smiles. He’s so lucky to have a boyfriend who understands that this isn’t the type of conversation he’d like to share with the class. When they get into his room, they can really talk, and Jisung can finally, finally get some dick.
But, as more and more minutes pass with a lot more movie watching and a lot less making out, Jisung is starting to think that maybe Donghyuck really does just wanna… watch a movie. Ugh. Jisung is not the type of guy to start a conversation about sexy times. He doesn’t even know how he would go about that if he could. UGH.
Jisung resigns himself to a nice night of movie watching and hand holding and maybe some light canoodling at the end. Chenle was right, he has plenty of time. He sighs and leans into Donghyuck’s shoulder, trying not to feel disappointment, maybe Donghyuck doesn’t want him like that. Maybe he’s just dating Jisung out of pity because their whole friend group knows he’s a pathetic loser twenty-two year old virgin. Maybe—
“Hey, Ji, baby. Are you okay?” Donghyuck asks, brow furrowed.
Jisung looks up at him, shocked out of his stupor. He tries to respond, but is speechless in the face of Donghyuck’s sweet expression.
He blinks, unable to string words together. “I—can you—can we kiss?”
Donghyuck smiles, nose scrunching in delight. “Is that what you’ve been so worked up about, cutie? You want a kiss?”
Jisung wants more than that, much more than that, but he’ll take whatever he can get. He nods, and Donghyuck pulls him in, kissing him indulgently, like they have all the time in the world. No offense to Donghyuck, he loves the romance, but Jisung does NOT have all the time in the world. His dick is going to fall off soon. Donghyuck needs to do something about it.
He opens his mouth and nips at Donghyuck’s bottom lip, hoping he’ll catch Jisung’s intention. Donghyuck smiles into the kiss, exhaling a small laugh, but opens his mouth nonetheless. Jisung slides his tongue in, probably slobbering all over Donghyuck’s face, eager for more. He whines into Donghyuck’s mouth, needy, grabbing his shoulders and pulling Donghyuck over him. Donghyuck follows, kissing Jisung expertly, pushing him into the mattress like he’s been imagining for months.
Just as Jisung is working up the nerves to inch his hands down to Donghyuck’s waistband, Donghyuck pulls back.
He looks down at Jisung, eyes serious. “Jisung, you know we don’t have to do anything, I’m happy to just—”
“Shut up, oh my god. Come back,” Jisung demands.
Donghyuck laughs as Jisung pulls him back down, reconnecting their lips with vigor. Donghyuck’s more into it this time, more intense, controlling the kiss and gripping Jisung’s waist tight. Jisung can feel himself getting perilously hard in his pants, but he can’t bring himself to care. He’s been waiting long enough.
He spreads his legs, sliding one in between Donghyuck’s, groaning in relief when Donghyuck’s thigh makes contact with his cock, in arousal as he feels Donghyuck’s own cock pressing hard against his leg. Jisung’s the first to tilt his hips up, moaning harder into the kiss, rubbing himself against his boyfriend. Donghyuck seems hesitant, but follows, matching Jisung’s slow grind.
Jisung gets more desperate the longer they go at it, moans becoming whiny and pitiful. Donghyuck separates their lips, kissing down his neck and nibbling at the base of his throat. Jisung cries out as Donghyuck starts to suck, surely leaving a nasty hickey right above the dip of his collarbone. Jisung slides his hands under Donghyuck’s shirt, scratching at his bare back as Donghyuck makes a mess of him.
One moment, he’s fine, enjoying the dirty grind of their hips, and the next he’s right at the edge, feeling like a gust of wind could push him over.
“Ngh, Donghyuck!” He exclaims, hips jerking involuntarily. “Oh god.”
Donghyuck looks down at him, eyes lit up with excitement. “C’mon, baby,” he goads, “Don’t you feel good?”
Jisung’s coming before he can even reply, shooting straight into his underwear, probably whining like a dying cat as he humps Donghyuck’s leg. He tries to cover his face with his hands, mortified, but Donghyuck grabs his arms before he can. He opens his eyes to see Donghyuck grinning down at him like a madman, seemingly delighted by Jisung’s embarrassment.
“You like me that much, cutie?” Donghyuck teases.
“Stop,” Jisung whines. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m not making fun of you. That was hot. No bigger ego boost than watching a guy come in his pants from just a little dry humping.”
Jisung pulls one of his hands back to swat at Donghyuck, who swats him back, never the one to back down from a tussle. As he wrestles Jisung’s hands back onto the bed, Jisung can feel Donghyuck still hard and pressing into his lower stomach.
“Hyung,” he says, looking up at Donghyuck coyly. “What about you?”
Donghyuck quirks an eyebrow. “What about me?” Jisung glances pointedly down at his crotch.
“Are you gonna do anything about that?” He asks, pressing his hips up so he can feel it again.
“Do you want me to, Jisungie?” Donghyuck asks, thumbs caressing Jisung’s wrists where they’re pinned. Jisung nods.
Donghyuck finally lets go of his wrists, but Jisung keeps them there obediently, relishing in the way Donghyuck’s eyes darken when he notices. He moves up to straddle Jisung’s hips, pushing his sweatpants and boxers down to pull his cock out. Jisung’s mouth waters when he sees it, swollen and fat in Donghyuck’s hand, everything he’s dreamed of. He pulls up his own shirt, and grins when Donghyuck swears.
He watches as Donghyuck spits into his hand and wraps it around himself, eyebrows scrunching in pleasure as he steadily jerks himself. He’s squeezing himself hard, almost punishingly, like he’s trying to wring the orgasm out by force. Jisung watches, enraptured, as he touches himself, his own arousal building up in his stomach once again.
It isn’t long before Donghyuck comes, stomach caving in as his cock starts to spurt cum onto Jisung’s abdomen. Donghyuck lets out a final, almost girlish whine, before reaching into his bedside table for a wet wipe.
“Fuck, Ji, you’re so hot,” he says, capturing Jisung’s lips into another, sweeter kiss. He wipes his sticky mess off of Jisung’s stomach, kissing his face and jaw as he does. “Was that okay? Was it good?”
“Of course it was good, oh my god. Can we do it without pants on next time?” Jisung asks, sitting up. The movement reminds him of the wet mess inside his boxers. “Um, actually, speaking of pants…”
They do end up finishing the movie and cuddling like Donghyuck planned, legs tangled up together as they giggle and talk over the actors. After the movie ends, Jisung plans to put his squeaky-clean asshole to use, but Donghyuck doesn’t need to know that. Yet.