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Jun hated the fact that he was getting so bad at hiding his emotions when it came to Dylan, Nano was the hardest to keep it hidden around, the tiny shipper that he was. But that afternoon that Jun helped Dylan dye his hair—pink of all colours—Jun had even agreed to wash his hair after Dylan asked, so softly too. Jun hated that his stomach fluttered at the small smiles and playful side eye that Dylan would send him, their anger and frustration with one another eventually easing off into something gentle and teasing. Jun never wanted to think that Dylan felt anything besides a brotherly love for him, they were bandmates, roommates and friends, that was all. Except that afternoon as Dylan looked up at him and asked in an almost shy way—shy in a way no one but his bandmates would ever pick up on—if Jun would stay and help him wash his hair out, Jun felt like something was changing and for once it wasn’t all in his mind.
They were quiet as Jun poured bowl after bowl of water over Dylan’s hair, running his strong fingers through the soft strands, entranced by the bright pink colour slipping through his fingers as he rinsed Dylan’s hair of all the products until the water ran clear. Jun felt so special, so lucky to be able to touch Dylan’s hair considering how particular he was with it to the point that besides stylists—and occasionally Nano—no one was allowed to touch it.
Once Dylan was dressed and styled, he finally allowed Po to take his new headshot. Jun stood back and watched as Dylan posed, not even trying to look sexy, his usual sardonic expression firmly in place and yet it was still perfectly sexy. Dylan didn’t pull faces or try to ‘smile with his eyes’ or any of that stuff that they were taught by their old PR team, he also never checked the pictures Po took or wanted to proof them before allowing Po to update their website. His complete lack of care was so attractive, Jun swore he felt his temperature rise at least two degrees whilst watching Dylan give a bored little nod of approval from over Po’s shoulder whilst looking at the laptop after the older man had updated their headshots on their official website.
Jun then spent the rest of the afternoon and beginning of the evening locked away in his room, after changing out of the company outfits and washing the makeup off of his face, he hid away from his bandmates as he lounged on his bed, listening to music and scrolling on his phone.
It wasn’t until he noticed how dark it was getting outside of his window that he realized how long he had been bubbled away from the world, deciding to give into his stomach's complaint of needing something to eat, he pushed up off of his bed and headed out into the quiet house. The hallway was dim, the living room dark, no noise coming from the front rooms. The kitchen however was illuminated with a warm welcoming glow, signaling that someone was in there.
Walking into the open space, Jun saw Dylan standing at the stove, stirring a pan that was sizzling evenly. He was in soft worn sweatpants and an oversized sweater, striped black and pink like so many of his sweaters were. The collar of the sweater was stretched out, causing it to slip down over the top of Dylan’s left shoulder a bit, exposing beautifully smooth and pale skin.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare?” Dylan asked in his usual deadpan manner, back still to Jun.
“You always know it’s me.” Jun said, not even acting like he wasn’t staring. He tugged his cardigan around his loose t-shirt, walking further into the kitchen and toward the stove.
“Mmm.” Dylan just hummed in response, not agreeing or denying that he could always tell when it was Jun.
“Where is everyone else?” Jun asked as he came up beside Dylan, leaning his hip against the counter near the stove, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the smaller man stir together heavily sauced noodles and thin strips of pork.
“Thame went with P’Po, obviously.” Dylan said, not bothering to look up from what he was doing. “Pepper left to meet P’Gam.” He continued. “Nano, went to bed earlier, I think he might be coming down with a cold but doesn’t want to admit it.”
Jun looked over his shoulder and down the hall toward the youngest member’s room, wondering if he should go check on him only to be stopped by Dylan’s voice. “I already brought him water and tea, gave him some medicine and there’s plain congee in the fridge to reheat for when he’s hungry later.”
Jun chuckled, shaking his head. “You did or Pepper did?”
Dylan finally chanced a glance at Jun, narrowing his eyes at him. “I did, Pepper isn’t here.”
“Hmm.” Jun nodded, smirking.
Dylan paused, the slightest downturn of his mouth gracing his lips momentarily before he managed to school his features again quickly. “Pepper might have bought the medicine and congee before he left.” Dylan muttered sullenly as he focused back on the pan of noodles.
Jun grinned, pointing at Dylan like he somehow caught him in a huge lie. “Shut up.” Dylan mumbled slapping at Jun’s hand before nodding toward the kitchen island.” Get the plate of vegetables for me, dumbass.”
“Mean.” Jun said even as he turned to grab the cut up vegetables that were laid out on a large plate, but instead of placing the plate in Dylan’s outstretched hand Jun carefully dumped the vegetables into the pan himself, sizzling noise suddenly loud as the coolness of the food touched the heat of the pan. They worked together well, Dylan didn’t even blink as Jun added the veggies, just stirring them up with the noodles and pork.
“Do you want it spicy?” Dylan asked, not looking up from the pan.
Jun paused from where he was placing the now empty serving plate into the sink, looking at Dylan with an arch of an eyebrow. “You’re making this for me?”
“For us.” Dylan corrected.
“Mmm.” Jun just nodded, willing his fluttering pulse to calm down. It was some pan fried noodles and pork, not an engagement ring.
“You went into your room and didn’t come back out for a long time, I figured if I was hungry, then you probably were too.” Dylan reasoned, not realizing how quick Jun’s pulse was rushing through his body. Because absolutely Jun was hungry, but at that moment it definitely wasn’t for food. “Stop staring and get plates.” Dylan muttered, snapping Jun out of his stupor.
“I wasn’t staring.” He said as he turned to the cabinet where the plates and bowls were kept.
“You were.”
“Why would I stare at you?” Jun asked, his tone far less defensive than it would’ve been a year ago, but still held just enough of a scathing undertone to have plausible deniability of any type of warm and fuzzy feelings towards Dylan, a game that Jun was well practiced at.
“Mm.” Dylan just shrugged unbothered as he took the first plate from Jun and carefully loaded it with a large serving of the stir fried noodle dish he had thrown together.
“Only reason I’d stare is because now you look like a highlighter I would use on one of my scripts.” Jun made fun, doubling down on the lack of interest he feigned toward the other man. Once again that got no rise out of Dylan, instead he just stayed silent and swapped plates with Jun to fill that one with food as well.
“Are you tired? You’re not even going to say anything?” Jun asked as he followed Dylan, who after turning off the stove and covering the leftovers in the pan with a lid, headed toward the table.
“I’m not tired, you’re just trying too hard.” Dylan said with yet another one shoulder shrug, the second time in so many minutes, each time it was with his bare uncovered shoulder drawing Jun’s attention against his better judgment.
“I don’t try too hard.” Jun pouted as he sat down across from Dylan.
“Jun—“ Dylan said plainly, leaning his arms on the table and staring at the other man in a way that made Jun’s skin tingle. “You always try too hard, it might as well be part of your brand.”
“Says the man who will lock himself away for days to write a song.” Jun sniped back, making a little face at Dylan, not quite a sneer but damn close. It was hard to sneer at Dylan now that Jun had come to terms with his feelings for the other man, which really he had Thame and Po to blame—or thank? He wasn’t sure yet, but one way or another, he knew it was their fault.
When Po showed up, Jun instantly started his usual flirting routine that he did with anyone he wanted a quick fling with. But then it became clear that Po had a crush on Thame, which made Jun both jealous and also somewhat annoyed because Thame was the pretty boy that everyone tried to throw themselves at, even though he was a helpless virgin at the time. Plus Thame wasn’t into guys, at least as far as Jun had known at the time. Oh how wrong he had been, Thame was head over heels in love with Po. And while Jun did like Po, he definitely wasn’t in love with the older man so he eventually stepped back. But watching Thame and Po fall in love had caused Jun to start to realize some things about himself, the longing gazes, the playful teasing, the push and pull he saw happening between Thame and Po was like having a mirror shoved into his face. Only he wasn’t looking at himself in the mirror but instead passed his own reflection to Dylan standing behind him.
“Perfection takes time.” Dylan said in a bored manner as he started on his dinner.
Jun stared dumbfounded, unable to even dispute that claim considering Dylan’s songs were always fire. Whilst he might not be the only songwriter in the group, Dylan’s knowledge of rifts, beats and rhythms did add a lot of depth to their music. Instead of arguing Dylan’s point, Jun just focused on his meal, the two falling into a companionable silence. That was another thing that Jun enjoyed about being around Dylan, is that he didn’t need to fill the room with noise. Nano loved chatting about everything, he was a gossip and always had a ton of stuff to talk about. Whilst Pepper was able to sit in silence, he was always going over something in his head, Jun sometimes felt like he could hear the wheels in Pepper’s head turning. Thame was constantly on his phone to Po, as well as asking questions and bringing up suggestions of things for them to do both professionally and personally. Dylan was the only one that could sit perfectly still, without a running commentary or seeming completely uninterested even with his perpetual sardonic expression.
”Why pink?” Jun finally asked, breaking the silence after a long while. His question got Dylan to look up from his meal, meeting Jun’s eyes. “Your hair, why pink?”
“I like pink.” Dylan said easily.
“Yeah but you don’t usually change your hair on a whim the way Nano does, it just seemed completely out of the blue.” Jun pried.
“It’ll wash out.” Dylan shrugged, this time with both shoulders which caused his overly loose sweater to shift forward off of Dylan’s one bare shoulder to show more of his clavicle instead. Jun felt his throat stick at the view, shifting uncomfortably on his chair as he felt his cock twitch in his sweatpants which was terrible since they hid absolutely nothing and the last thing Jun wanted was to have to try and stand up with a half chub.
“You—“ Jun began to say only to pause, reaching for a bottle of water to help with his sticky throat. “You didn’t ask if anyone liked it.”
“That’s because I don’t care.” Dylan said plainly as he stood to clear his plate, stopping next to Jun’s spot to take his plate as well.
“Everyone cares about how they look.” Jun countered, turning in his chair to watch the other man take their dishes to the sink.
“I don’t.” Dylan reiterated.
“Yes you do, you might not ask us if we think you’re pretty the way Naon does, but I don’t believe you when you say you don’t care.” Jun said as he got up from the table and went over to where Dylan was rinsing off the plates in the sink before placing them in the dishwasher, Jun crossed his arms over his chest as he rested a hip against the counter next to Dylan to be able to watch him.
“Nano’s always pretty, one day he’ll believe us.” Dylan said plainly.
“Oh he knows, he just likes to hear it.” Jun joked.
“You’d be surprised.” Dylan replied cryptically.
“What does that mean? Nano wouldn’t lie, he knows he’s adorable. The cutest out of all of us!” Jun exclaimed, offended at the thought of his favourite Nong even considering himself anything less than fantastic.
“Calm down, I’m just saying that when someone needs constant reassurance that usually means they’re not as confident as they act.” Dylan explained, turning to face Jun once he was done with the few dishes, mimicking Jun’s stance by leaning sideways with his hip against the counter, arms crossed over his chest.
“That… that upsets me.” Jun admitted, glancing over his shoulder toward Nano’s bedroom.
“You want to rush in there and tell him that he’s pretty, don’t you?” Dylan asked, canting his head to be able to catch Jun’s eyes, smiling softly, just the slightest uptic in the corners of his mouth really.
“Of course!” Jun said, turning his attention completely back to Dylan onto to pause, his heart fluttering in his chest. Jun had no trouble showing his adoration for his friends and bandmates, even when he teased and joked with them it came from a place of fondness. For the longest time he thought his and Dylan’s cantankerous relationship was just as genuine as his affection for his other bandmates, but Jun admittedly now knew that it had all been a facade. He wasn’t actually annoyed with Dylan, didn’t actually find him a pain in the ass, overly cocky or rude. If anything Jun found Dylan’s personality extremely attractive, they continuously butted heads because Jun enjoyed getting a rise out of the smaller man just to see the fire burn in his eyes or the flash of annoyance on his face. It excited Jun, it made him feel special because Dylan didn’t act that way with any of the other members of MARS.
“Am I?”
“Huh?” He had to have misheard, right? Dylan didn’t just ask for a compliment.
“I asked if you thought I was pretty.” Dylan said, taking a step closer to Jun. “You were ready to rush into Nano’s room and reassure him based on one comment from me, you’ll compliment anyone, basically everyone in fact. Our friends, directors that you want to butter up, random assistants at video shoots, fans—both online and in person.”
Jun swallowed nervously at the oddly gentle tone Dylan was using as he stepped closer and closer to Jun. It wasn’t until Jun’s back hit a wall that he realized that he had started walking backward in an attempt to put some space between him and the other man, only for it to backfire spectacularly because now he was up against a wall with the man he was secretly in love with standing in front of him looking far too good for the time of night that it was. “Why?” Jun asked in a snippy way, attempting to save face. “Are you jealous?”
“Yes.” Dylan replied easily, like that one word wasn’t completely insane and about to turn their entire world on its head.
“Are you teasing me?” Jun asked, hating the way his voice came out somewhat strained.
“Do you think I am?”
“Yes!” Jun snapped before sighing, closing his eyes in an attempt to calm his racing pulse, leaning his head back against the wall behind him. Jun didn’t quite startle but it was a close thing when he felt Dylan’s hand push up under the cuff of Jun’s cardigan to wrap his fingers around Jun’s bare wrist, giving it a little squeeze.
“Ai’Jun?” Dylan spoke quietly, his earnest voice making Jun open his eyes to look at the slightly shorter man. “Do I look pretty?”
Jun paused for all of a second before he reached up with his free hand to gently cup Dylan’s cheek, watching as the smaller man’s eyelids flutter at the touch. “I think you’re beautiful.” Jun admitted, heart in his throat, stomach in nervous knots.
Dylan’s smile was so tiny it was nearly imperceivable had he not been standing so close to Jun, that small expression was Jun’s downfall as he gave into the urge he’d been fighting for far too long. Jun leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss against Dylan’s plush lips, pulling back barely an inch before Dylan grabbed Jun by the back of the neck and held him close, Jun’s hands instinctively gripped Dylan’s tiny waist as he nearly stumbled from the strength Dylan had used to yanked Jun closer. “Kiss me properly.” Dylan breathed, eyes searching Jun’s own.
“Dylan…” Jun whispered, his voice laced with want.
“Jun.” Dylan said firmly, digging his fingers into the back of Jun’s neck. “If you’re expecting me to beg, forget it—“ Dylan’s words were cut off as Jun surged forward and captured the other man’s lips in a hard kiss, moving his hands from where they were on Dylan’s waist to be able to cup his face instead. Jun pressed in further, using his tongue to coax Dylan’s lips apart, the pair groaning softly as the kiss grew messier and hotter. Jun sucked on Dylan’s bottom lip before biting on it teasingly, feeling a shiver run through the smaller man’s body as he did.
Jun started to walk Dylan backward as they kissed, the two of them stumbling into the hallway and right into Dylan’s bedroom door. Dylan held onto Jun tightly with one hand as he used the other to blindly reach for the door handle, once he finally got it opened the pair nearly tumbled into the room before Jun kicked the door closed behind him. “When did you know?” Jun asked breathlessly when they finally parted, panting heavily.
Dylan shoved Jun down onto the edge of the bed, staring at him in such a way that Jun felt like he might combust. “After Thame and P’Po got together.” Dylan said, sounding just as breathless as Jun was, placing a knee on the edge of the bed next to Jun’s leg as he placed his hands onto Jun’s shoulders before he straddled Jun’s thighs, settling onto the other man’s lap. “I saw the way you looked at me, I saw the shift in your personality, the way you started to blush when Nano would ship us.” Dylan said as he leaned in to ghost his lips along Jun’s, whispering as he did. “You should’ve just come to me when you realized you wanted me.”
“I didn’t know you were into guys.” Jun reasoned.
“I’m into you.” Dylan replied before closing the scant inch between their mouths, dragging Jun into a deep kiss, fisting his hands into Jun’s hair as Jun wrapped his arms tightly around Dylan’s waist.
The level of passion that was burning between the pair was leaving Jun dizzy, he felt like he couldn’t control himself as Dylan started to rock down against Jun’s lap. The slow grind was enough to make Jun’s skin tingle, goosebumps breaking out along his arms. Jun slid his hands up beneath the hem of Dylan’s oversized sweater, scratching his blunt nails along the perfectly unblemished skin. The small shiver that ran through Dylan at the touch followed by a tiny moan that Jun easily swallowed down was the final breaking point of Jun’s thinly tethered control.
Breaking the kiss with a gasp, Jun dragged his lips down along Dylan’s jaw and neck, biting on the thin skin of the smaller man’s neck before he finally latched onto that beautifully exposed shoulder that he had wanted to mark up from the moment he had seen it earlier that evening. Dylan tilted his head back, gasping and groaning as he continued to grind against Jun’s growing hardness, tugging on Jun’s hair as Jun bit and sucked and marked up Dylan’s shoulder and outer edge of his clavicle.
“You’re going to leave me covered in marks.” Dylan said on a gasp as Jun ran the tip of his tongue along one of the blooming bruises he had just left on the smaller man’s pale skin.
Jun looked up at Dylan from his position with the smaller man perched on his lap, both of their now painfully hard cocks tenting their loose sweatpants. “Only if I leave them where your clothes don’t cover.” Jun smirked.
“Tank tops don’t cover shoulders.” Dylan countered.
“You don’t wear those.”
“I could start.”
Jun gave a little nod. “Mm, fine.” He said before unceremoniously yanking Dylan’s sweater up over his head, the smaller man barely having a chance to untangle his fingers from Jun’s hair before he was being manhandled out of his top. Jun tossed the sweater away, grinning at Dylan who’s bright pink hair was now messed up from the sudden moments. Dylan just arched an eyebrow at Jun, managing to look unimpressed even with his kiss swollen lips, darkening hickies and visible tented pants. Jun was undeterred though, wrapping an arm around Dylan before turning them to be able to tumble onto the bed, Dylan letting out a little huffing noise as he landed with Jun atop him.
“Are you happy with yourself?” Dylan asked, hands pressed against Jun’s chest.
“Mmhm.” Jun hummed.
“At least take off your stupid cardigan.”
“Hey, this isn’t stupid, it cost as much as some people’s cars.” Jun complained even as he slid his arms out of it, allowing it to fall onto the bed next to them.
“It was in a PR package, you didn’t buy it.” Dylan pointed out.
“It’s still nice.” Jun argued.
“Oh shut up.” Dylan grumbled before dragging Jun down into another kiss, although it didn’t last for long because Jun had other ideas. He wanted to leave as many marks as he could on Dylan’s porcelain skin, but since Dylan didn’t want to have to deal with the trouble of extra time in the makeup chair to cover said marks, Jun decided to leave them elsewhere.
Kissing down Dylan’s throat once again, Jun didn’t stop at his shoulder or clavicle, instead he continued to move down his chest, pausing to pay attention to each of the smaller man’s pert nipples. Flicking his tongue against them, sucking and nibbling at them until they were both a rosy pink colour, nearly matching Dylan’s hair. Whilst Jun tormented the smaller man’s nipples, Dylan writhed and moaned softly, biting his lip to try and keep himself quiet. They weren’t alone in the house and while Nano’s room was at the other end of the hall, neither of them knew if or when Pepper might come back.
Jun then moved further down Dylan’s torso, latching onto his side, biting at the sensitive thin skin that was stretched over the smaller man’s ribs. Jun wasn’t a selfish lover, but he had never been as obsessed with focusing on a lover as much as he was now. He didn’t care about his own erection, his own pleasure, his own need. All he wanted was to cover Dylan’s body with stinging throbbing marks so that every time the smaller man looked at himself without any clothing on, all he saw was Jun’s touch on his skin. Dylan’s little bitten off moans combined with each arch of his back as he pushed closer to Jun’s mouth was enough for Jun, it was all he needed, all he wanted.
Dylan tugged on Jun’s hair, getting his attention. Jun looked up the length of Dylan’s body, meeting his eyes as the smaller man stared down at him. His plush lips were bitten and kiss swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes clouded with lust. “Fuck.” Jun breathed softly, the whisper of the word just slipping out without him even meaning for it to.
“Hmm?” Dylan hummed curiously, arching an eyebrow with a little smirk as he tugged on Jun’s hair again, more gentle this time. “Come up here.” He said, Jun easily doing as he was asked, crawling up the length of Dylan’s body. “Kiss me.”
Jun smiled brightly at the request, unable to stop himself, because hearing Dylan asking for kisses was something straight out of Jun’s wettest dreams. “Hold on.” Jun said, shifting to kneel up over Dylan, the younger man’s hands slipping from Jun’s hair as Jun knelt up so he could tug his t-shirt up over his head, throwing it aside.
Dylan’s hands instantly touched Jun’s skin, palms flat against his abs, muscles jumping as he did. Jun shivered at the touch, eyes slipping closed as his breathing picked up. Which is how he missed the sudden movement from the smaller man, grabbing Jun’s waist and flipping them quickly so that Dylan was once again straddling the older man’s thighs. Jun looked up at Dylan with surprised eyes, breath knocked out of him. “Dylan…” Jun whispered.
“I think we should fuck.” Dylan said plainly, the darkening marks that littered his torso making Jun’s inside squirm with excitement. Normally Jun would be the first one to jump at the idea of fucking hard and fast, but this was different, this wasn’t some one night stand, this was Dylan. When he didn’t reply right away, Dylan sat back into his haunches, hands resting gently on Jun’s stomach. “We don’t have to.”
Jun sat up quickly, wrapping his arms around Dylan’s waist and holding onto him tightly, Dylan grabbing onto Jun’s shoulders to keep himself steady from the sudden movement. “I do, I just—Dylan—“ He sighed, hiding his face against Dylan’s bare stomach. “This is gonna sound so lame.” He mumbled.
“Tell me.” Dylan spoke softly, running his fingers soothingly through Jun’s hair.
Jun tilted his head up, resting his chin against Dylan's abdomen as he stared at the beautiful man kneeling above him, pink hair still somehow startling bright in the dimly lit room. “This isn’t a one time deal for me, I don’t know if I can have sex with you if this is just for tonight.”
Dylan’s hands trailed down from Jun's hair to be able to cup his face so very gently, the movement making Jun feel like he was cherished. “If I wanted nothing more than sex, I wouldn’t be here with you.” Dylan reassured Jun, his eyes searching Jun’s face like he was seeing something holy in him that no one else had ever managed to notice. Not his fans, his bandmates, his managers or anyone else. In that very moment Jun felt like Dylan was the only person in the world that actually saw him for who he really was.
“I think I’m in love with you.” Jun whispered, the words just slipping out of his mouth without even thinking. When his brain caught up with what he had just blurted out, Jun tried to turn his head away out of embarrassment only to be stopped by Dylan still cupping his face.
“Stop.” Dylan said firmly yet kindly, not allowing Jun to look away. “Ai’Jun, look at me.” He said, waiting patiently for Jun to meet his gaze, staring up at the pink haired man sitting on his thighs looking like a slightly disheveled pouty lipped angel. “Don’t be ashamed.”
“I’m not ashamed, I’m just embarrassed, I wasn’t supposed to say that.” Jun muttered, sounding just the slightest bit petulant.
“Why not?” Dylan asked, idly rubbing his thumbs along Jun’s flushed cheeks.
“Because it’s too soon.” Jun said, watching for any look of annoyance or anger on Dylan’s face.
“Maybe.” Dylan said with a shrug. “But that doesn’t mean you need to be embarrassed, I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone love me before.”
“I’ve never loved anyone before.” Jun replied.
“So we can learn together.”
“Together?” Jun arched his eyebrows, smiling slightly. “Meaning?—“
“Mmm.” Dylan nodded, smiling his tiny smile that was rarely ever seen. “Meaning.”
Jun couldn’t help but grin, tightening his hold around Dylan’s waist and quickly flipping them back over, pinning the smaller man to the bed with his larger body. “You’re so gorgeous.” He murmured, kissing all over Dylan’s face, managing to get a small laugh out of the sardonic man.
“I’m also yours.” Dylan whispered.
“Mine.” Jun agreed before moving in for a proper kiss, moaning softly at the feeling of Dylan’s plush lips against his own. Jun ran his large hand down Dylan’s side until he reached his hip and then further down until he could grasp Dylan’s thigh, giving it a squeeze before tugging his leg up to signal that the smaller man ought to hook his leg over Jun’s hip, which Dylan did without complaint.
Dylan had his arms wrapped around Jun, running his hands along the firm muscles of Jun’s broad shoulders and back. It was so hard to see in all the baggy clothing Jun tended to wear, but he was a very muscular and well defined man. Jun shivered at the touch, especially when Dylan dragged his blunt fingernails across Jun’s skin. “Baby.” Jun murmured hotly against Dylan’s mouth, the pet name just slipping out without thought.
Dylan rocked his hips up against Jun, their erections had softened a bit when they had been speaking, but with that little shift against one another the fire that had been dwindling began to rage again. Jun grabbed Dylan’s ass, hitching his leg higher until it was wrapped around Jun’s waist. They moved together, their loose sweatpants doing nothing to hide their excitement, not that they wanted to, at least not anymore.
Jun couldn’t resist Dylan’s body for long though, as much as he adored kissing the younger man’s pouty lips, it was his unblemished soft skin that drove Jun to distraction. Whenever Dylan wore a short shirt matched with low slung pants during a performance or video shoot—which was something the costume designers tended to stick him in—Jun found himself spending most of his time trying not to stare at the tantalizing strip of lower belly that Dylan had on show. Jun was sure he had been caught at least a few times, by mostly Nano but probably Dylan as well, it wouldn’t surprise him if Pepper had noticed too. Thame on the other hand—as much as Jun adored his best friend—wasn’t the most attentive person, especially now that he and Po were basically attached at the hip.
Jun kissed his way down Dylan’s neck, fighting back the urge to leave marks in easily seen places as he went. Instead he continued his journey downward, kissing and nipping at Dylan’s chest, adding more blossoming bruises to the myriad that he had already left there earlier that could be hidden beneath clothing. Dylan writhed under the attention, breathing heavily, fingers digging hard into Jun’s trapezius, causing the larger man to groan as he sucked yet another mark just below Dylan’s bellybutton. “Fuck.” Dylan hissed, his cock already starting to leak, leaving a damp spot on the front of his sweatpants. “Jun~” Dylan breathed softly, sounding a lot like the begging that the sardonic man had swore he would not do.
“Can I?” Jun asked, looking up the length of Dylan’s torso to be able to meet his gaze, their eyes locked. “I wanna suck your cock.”
Dylan nodded, biting his bottom lip hard, teeth digging into his plush pink pout. Jun watched Dylan’s face as he hooked his fingers into the band of the younger man’s sweats, tugging them down Dylan’s legs along with his briefs before tossing both items of clothing off the bed.
The way Dylan relaxed his legs, allowing them to fall open around where Jun knelt was easily one of the most erotic things Jun might have ever seen. Dylan didn’t trust easily, didn’t give up control to people, didn’t like being in a position of submission. So having Dylan so easily give up control to Jun, trusting him with his body, it made Jun’s blood boil and heart sing. “You’re gorgeous.” Jun whispered and he ran one large hand up Dylan’s bare leg, watching as a beautiful blush spread down from Dylan’s neck to his upper chest, leaving his skin a flushed rosy pink.
“You don’t need to sweet talk me, I’m already a sure thing.” Dylan grumbled, staring at Jun with an emotion swirling in his eyes that Dylan dare not overthink otherwise he might combust.
“No sweet talk, just speaking the truth.” Jun replied with a gentle smile, lacking all his usual smug and pomp.
“Arrogant.” Dylan muttered, looking away. He wasn’t normally shy, in fact he was never shy. But Jun always made his inside squirm, no one could make Dylan react the way Jun did. He felt annoyed, loved, teased, breathless and giddy all at the same time. Jun could make Dylan feel things he refused to admit that he ever felt and part of him absolutely hated it, but another part of him found it exhilarating. Never had Dylan found giving up control of a situation so easy before, allowing himself to just relax beneath Jun, his body reacting on instinct. Trusting and accepting, yet so extremely impatient for more.
“You’re shy.” Jun breathed softly, not mocking but there was definitely a teasing lit to his tone, fond and friendly. Dylan startled somewhat because he wasn’t paying attention to Jun, so when he felt Jun’s plush lips press a kiss to the inside of Dylan’s left thigh, his body jolted in surprise.
Dylan looked down the length of his naked body to see Jun staring up at him, their eyes locking as Jun opened his mouth and nipped at the soft skin on Dylan’s inner thigh. “Jun…” Dylan trailed off, not really sure what he wanted to say, breath catching in his throat as Jun began to work a deep hickey into the flesh of Dylan’s thigh, marking him in a hidden and sensitive place. Dylan reached out a hand and threaded his fingers through Jun’s dark hair, panting softly. He had never had anyone pay any type of attention to his inner thighs before, Dylan was absolutely stunned at how amazing it felt. How hard he was just from Jun biting and sucking on the sensitive skin, leaving mark after mark behind.
“Mmm!” Dylan bit back a pathetic little moan, tilting his head back against his pillow as he tugged softly on Jun’s hair, his other hand gripping the duvet tightly beneath him.
“So pretty.” Jun muttered against Dylan’s thigh, nipping harshly at his skin which got a startled little jerk of Dylan’s leg muscles.
“Jun~” Dylan tried to chastised only for it to come out as a tiny whine, which is when Jun licked a broad stripe up the underside of Dylan’s hard cock. “Ugh!!” The younger man groaned loudly before biting hard on two of his knuckles, trying to keep himself quiet since they didn’t know if Nano was asleep yet. He both hated and loved that he could feel Jun’s smile as he slowly sunk down on Dylan’s cock, his pouty lips stretched wide around it. “Fuck.” Dylan hissed through his teeth, his fingers tightening in Jun’s hair subconsciously.
Jun chuckled around the cock in his mouth, the vibrations causing a strangled noise to escape Dylan’s throat. Jun was desperate to pull as many beautiful sounds from the younger man, the taste and feel of Dylan in his mouth felt like heaven to Jun, it was all he had wanted since he had realized how much he loved Dylan. But it wasn’t until that very afternoon when helping Dylan with his hair that Jun had even considered that maybe—just maybe—Dylan wanted him back.
Jun grabbed one of Dylan’s legs and put it over his shoulder whilst pushing his other leg out to the side, bending it at the knee. Dylan was pliant and willing, basically becoming putty in Jun’s hands. “Phi~” Dylan whined softly, the sound going directly to Jun’s own cock. Dylan never used polite honorifics with him, they were very close in age and had spent most of their time being antagonistic with one another, Dylan refusing to use polite terms with Jun was just another example of that antagonism. But now with that one little word, Jun felt like he was losing his mind.
Pulling off of Dylan’s cock with a slick popping noise, Jun stared up at his bed partner, waiting until the younger man managed to lift his head to meet Jun’s eyes. Without breaking their gaze, Jun slipped two of his long fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, purposely leaving them messy and wet with his saliva. The heat in Dylan’s eyes made Jun want to eat him alive, which sounded like a fantastic idea. “Phi…” Dylan whispered, his fingers flexing in Jun’s hair.
“Keep calling me that.” Jun said darkly, his voice rough.
“Only in bed.” Dylan countered.
“Works for me.” Jun said before ducking back down between Dylan’s legs, lapping at the younger man’s rim, running the tip of his tongue around the tight ring of muscle.
“Fuck!” Dylan exclaimed loudly, nearly shouting, just barely managing to bite back the sound level as Jun continued to rim him for a few minutes before he trailed his mouth upward, dragging his lips along Dylan’s perineum, kissing the thin skin so gently, causing a shiver to run through Dylan’s lithe body. Jun continued his way up, mouthing at Dylan’s balls before finally going back to his weeping cock, sucking it down with a wanton moan as he used his spit slick fingers to tease Dylan’s rim. Jun was truly enjoying himself, completely ignoring his own need to focus on the younger man, his taste was addictive and Jun was already hooked.
“Jun! Fuck! Oh fuck!” Dylan babbled, tugging on Jun’s hair hard. Lifting his head off of the pillow, Dylan glared down at Jun, who was staring up at him, his spit slick mouth stretched around Dylan’s hard cock. “Stop screwing around and put your fingers in me already!” He demanded, deep voice impatient and wanton.
Jun managed to look smug even with a mouthful of cock, which annoyed Dylan to no end and also drove him insane with lust, which was the typical feelings Dylan had around Jun. Before Dylan had a chance to snap at the older man for being a tease, Jun pushed his fingers into Dylan’s tight hole, stretching it roughly.
Dylan let out a long groan, head flopping back against the pillow once again, his hips twitching. “Yes! Fuck, finally.” Dylan hissed out darkly, the level of desperation in his tone bordering just the edge of the begging. Dylan might have claimed that he wouldn’t beg, but Jun decided right then and there that he would do everything within his power to make Dylan eat those words. “Fuck, harder, Jun!”
Jun was willing to give Dylan everything he wanted, so he sped up his fingers, fucking into Dylan’s willing body hard, jabbing the pads of this fingers against the younger man’s sensitive prostate as he continued to suck his cock like it was the only thing keeping him alive. Jun didn’t need air, food or water, all he needed was Dylan’s cock pushing against the back of his throat and the sound of the younger man moaning and panting above him. His fingers tugging on Jun’s hair to the point of pain, while Dylan’s hole squeezed hard around Jun’s fingers. It was like Jun had died and gone to heaven, he never wanted to leave.
Dylan let go of the pillow beneath his head that he had been clinging to with his free hand to blindly reach out for his nightstand, biting back small moans and whines as he yanked open his top drawer and felt around in it until he found his bottle lube. “Jun—Jun, take this, fuck me already.” Dylan breathed heavily, pushing the bottle of lube at Jun who was enjoying himself sucking Dylan’s cock.
Jun just moaned as he felt Dylan simultaneously tug on his hair whilst pushing a bottle of lube against Jun’s shoulder, the noise causing Dylan’s cock to jump in his mouth. Pulling off, Jun looked up at the disheveled younger man. “I want you to come in my mouth.” He said with a smirk.
“Well, I want you to come in my ass, so let’s get a move on.” Dylan quipped back, although the harsh bite of his reply was lacking due to his heaving chest and breathless tone.
Jun paused for a moment, seeming to think something over before he snatched up the bottle as he slipped his two fingers out of Dylan only to slick them up properly before unceremoniously sliding three fingers back into Dylan’s partially prepped hole, causing the other man to arch his back, pushing his hips down against the intrusion. “Oh fuck!” Dylan swore, he really did have a filthy mouth in bed and Jun loved it. As he fingered Dylan to the point of incoherence, Jun stretched up alongside the smaller man, leaning on his elbow as he continued to work his fingers into Dylan’s pliant body.
“If you want me to come inside you, I wanna hear you beg for it.” Jun whispered hotly against Dylan’s ear.
“Fuck off.” Dylan hissed, using his hold on Jun’s hair to pull him into a heated kiss, tongue pressing insistently into Jun’s mouth, tasting himself there. Dylan’s legs were already shaking from how good it felt having Jun’s long fingers deep inside him, it made him desperate for Jun’s cock.
“Just one little ‘please’ that’s all I want to hear.” Jun whispered once they broke their kiss, a string of saliva caught between their lower lips. “Say ‘please, Phi, fuck me hard’ and I will.” Jun murmured, watching with joy as a look of fiery defiance began to burn in Dylan’s eyes.
“No.” Dylan ground out through his teeth, clearly biting back the urge to moan loudly as Jun pressed hard against his prostate with all three tips of his fingers. Dylan had both of his hands fisted in Jun’s hair now, but the stinging pull on the dark strands just made Jun’s cock harder, precome soaking the front of his sweatpants.
“Come on, baby, you’ve seen me changing before, you know what I’m working with.” Jun smirked his usual smug smile, loving the fact that their antagonism was transferring to the bedroom so well. He might be head over heels in love with Dylan, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t still going to be an absolute annoyance every chance he got. “You know I could make you feel it for days.” He whispered darkly, watching as Dylan’s expression went hazy for a minute, lust clouding his mind. Jun could tell that Dylan was close to cracking, he just needed one more little push. Leaning down to nip at Dylan’s earlobe, Jun ran the tip of his tongue along the shell of his ear before whispering directly against it. “I’ve never fucked someone without a condom before, you’ll be the first person I ever fill up, I’ll give you everything you want.”
“Oh fuck.” Dylan whined, tugging Jun back into another kiss before he spoke against his lips. “Please, Phi, fuck me hard.” He said in a needy tone, absolutely drunk with lust. “Jun, please, please! I wanna feel you so much!”
“Oh shit, that was so fucking hot!” Jun groaned, hastily pulling out of Dylan’s hold, lamenting the loss of his hands in Jun’s hair already. Jun then gently slid his fingers out of Dylan, they might have both enjoyed being rougher even though they hadn’t explicitly spoken about it, but Jun would never hurt his partner unless it was something all parties agreed to beforehand.
Rolling over onto his back, Jun pushed his sweats down and kicked them off of his legs, the pants getting caught on the end of the bed. He grabbed the lube and went to crawl back onto his knees only to be stopped by Dylan’s hand on his chest, Jun pausing his movement. “Hmm?”
“Scoot back, sit against the headboard, I want to ride you.” Dylan said, cheeks and chest flushed a bright pink, basically matching his newly dyed hair now.
“Fuck, you are so sexy.” Jun groaned, unable to stop himself. He quickly did as he was told, arranging himself on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. He watched with hooded eyes as Dylan took the lube from his hand, popped the cap and squeezed a liberal about into the palm of his hand. Tossing the lube to the side once it was closed, Dylan wrapped his strong hands around Jun’s hard cock, using both of them to smear the lube along the shaft. Jun thunked his head back against the headboard, biting his lip hard. The feel of Dylan touching his dick was better than literally anything he had ever fantasized, Dylan’s hands were far softer and more delicate than Jun expected. Not that he hadn’t felt Dylan’s hands before, just not touching his cock obviously, it was more mind blowing than Jun could have ever dreamed.
“What happened to mister smug? Huh? The one that made me beg for his cock just a couple minutes ago?” Dylan asked in a bratty way as he moved to kneel over Jun’s lap, a single eyebrow arched up in a defiant way.
Instead of replying, Jun grabbed Dylan by his tiny waist and yanked him closer. The sudden movement caused Dylan to grab onto Jun’s shoulders to steady himself, the lube that was leftover on his palms smearing onto Jun’s skin. “I just wanted to hear you beg, it sounded so pretty.” Jun muttered softly, looking up at the smaller man that was perched above him.
“Shut up.”
“Let me compliment you.”
“No.”
“No?” Jun arched his eyebrows, Dylan just shaking his head in reply, a sly smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “Hmm, okay.” Jun said in feigned nonchalance, reaching to hold his hard cock steady whilst using his grip on Dylan’s waist with his other hand to guide the younger man down.
Dylan allowed himself to be moved until he could feel the head of Jun’s cock catch on his rim, his fingers flexed against Jun’s shoulders as he bore down, gasping once Jun’s cock finally breached his rim. “Ohhhh!” Dylan moaned loudly, his head tilting back as he slowly sunk down onto Jun’s thick cock, allowing gravity to do most of the work as he just focused on keeping his lower body relaxed. He couldn’t even speak, breaths coming out in harsh gasps as he attempted to bite back desperate whimpers.
Jun grabbed Dylan by the back of the neck, his large hand covering the entire nape, yanking the smaller man forward so that their foreheads were resting against one another. “See baby?” Jun said in a sultry tone, his other hand squeezing Dylan’s waist to the point of brushing. “You’re so fucking pretty, you look beautiful taking my cock like this.”
Dylan couldn’t do anything but whimper in the back of his throat, fighting the urge to make the most wobbly and feeble noises. He didn’t want to give Jun what he wanted so easily, but it was getting harder not to give in. And if Dylan was being honest with himself, he didn’t even want to fight it anymore. He hadn’t had sex in far too long, he didn’t trust people easily so he didn’t hook up often, meaning most of the time it was just his hand and his favourite sex toys. The thing was; Dylan loved being fucked. He just rarely got to have a real cock in his ass, having to be content with toys and plugs most of the time. Which is why when he realized that the shipping Nano constantly went on about might have actually held some weight to it, Dylan gave into his urges to start coyly flirting with Jun, just testing the waters at first. It wasn’t until that afternoon as he stared up into Jun’s painfully gentle eyes as he helped Dylan with his hair that Dylan knew he wasn’t imagining things, Jun really did want him.
Dylan started to rock his hips, working up a slow but steady rhythm that Jun easily matched. Jun’s thick cock stretching Dylan’s hole perfectly, pushing deeply into him and hitting all the right places. Dylan wrapped his arms around Jun, linking his hands together at the back of his neck. With their foreheads still pressed against one another, panting and grunting into the shared air between them, it was an almost stifling level of intimacy. It was surreal in that moment, feeling like something that couldn’t possibly be happening even though the passion that was between the pair was the most intensely grounding feeling in the world. Dylan pulled his face back just slightly to be able to look at Jun properly, the pair locking eyes as their movements increased in intensity. Jun didn’t feel like he could breathe, the thin tether he had on his sanity stretched as taut as possible.
This couldn’t be real, he had to be dreaming still. There was no way his hands were currently slipping against Dylan’s sweat damp skin, with the taste of his precome still on Jun’s tongue. Staring into those gorgeous eyes that were normally so harsh, now clouded over with pleasure. There was just no way that Jun was actually living out this experience, he knew he wasn’t that lucky, no one was lucky enough to have Dylan to themselves. To feel his lithe body move against their own, muscles shifting and pulling beneath perfectly pale skin, his tight heat welcoming Jun in again and again. “Dylan.” Jun whispered in awe, he was so in love that he could feel the telltale pinpricks of tears begin behind his eyes.
“Jun~” Dylan whined—finally properly whining—his tone pleading and begging just like he had said he wouldn’t.
That one word was all it took for Jun to finally snap, with a little growling noise he tightened his hold on Dylan to be able to keep him close before flipping them over onto the bed. Dylan yelped loudly, both seeming to forget about their sound level. The fast and sharp movement caused Jun to snap hard into Dylan’s body, tearing a sudden desperate cry of pleasure from the smaller man.
Jun braced himself on his elbows on the mattress, leaning close over Dylan as he started to thrust into him hard. “You’re so fucking sexy.” Jun groaned low, fucking Dylan to the point of incoherence, the younger man whimpering and moaning with each deep hard thrust. He was clawing at Jun’s back, leaving stinging marks behind that made Jun moan in pleasure.
Dylan’s shaking legs were wrapped tightly around Jun’s waist, his head thrown back against the pillow. “Phi! Don’t stop! Fuck! I’m gonna come! Please!” Dylan moaned and whined, clenching hard around Jun’s cock.
“Yes, come for me baby, I wanna see it. Come for me and then I’ll fill you up so good.” Jun promised hotly, pressing his mouth against Dylan’s sweaty neck, lapping at the skin, tasting him before giving into the urge to bite him hard, leaving a mark that he knew he shouldn’t but couldn’t help himself.
Dylan moaned so loud that if Nano hadn’t known what they were up to before, he certainly did now. But neither cared as Dylan came hard, his cock trapped between their abdomens, smearing come between their bodies. Punched out little grunts escaped his mouth with each thrust from Jun as he fucked the younger man through his orgasm. Dylan’s whole body trembled, chest heaving as he arched into Jun’s continued embrace, shivering with oversensitivity each time his prostate was hit. “Fuck, Dylan, fuck!” Jun grunted, hips snapping forward harshly a few more times before he finally stilled, his orgasm hitting him like a force of nature, rolling through him in strong waves. Jun didn’t even hear himself moaning until his voice was muffled by Dylan’s mouth, the smaller man pulling him in for a filthy kiss.
The following silence in the room was near deafening as the pair allowed themselves to slowly catch their breath, their bodies relaxing, muscles still slightly shaky. “You’re heavy.” Dylan muttered quietly, although with the way he was clinging to Jun made it clear that he wasn’t expecting the larger man to shift off of him.
“I’ll move.”
“No.”
Jun lifted his head from where it had been pressed against Dylan’s shoulder to meet his eyes, arching an eyebrow. “No?”
Dylan matched his expression, eyebrow raised, slight pout on his kiss swollen lips. “Do you want to move?”
“Only if you’re uncomfortable.” Jun countered.
“I’m not.” Dylan said with a little hum before yanking Jun close again, holding him tight against his body. Dylan wasn’t a very tactile person, at least not typically, so Jun couldn’t contain his smile as he enjoyed being so close to Dylan.
“Stop being smug.” Dylan said in a sleepy voice.
“How do you expect me not to be? I’m still inside you..” Jun said with a little laugh.
“I like you better when you’re fucking me, you talk less.” Dylan grumbled, his arms subconsciously tightening around Jun’s body.
“And you talk a lot when I’m fucking you.”
“I’m going to kick you out.” Dylan warned.
“You’ll have to let me move to do that.” Jun teased.
“I hate you.”
“Mmm.” Jun hummed contentedly before lifting his head again to be able to look at Dylan. “I love you.” He said softly, dropping the word ‘think’ that he had used earlier. Embarrassment now completely gone, he was head over heels in love with the other man and wasn’t going to act like there was anything wrong with that. “I have for a long time, I was just too scared to admit it.”
Dylan moved his arms from where they were wrapped around Jun, causing a spike of sudden fear to run through Jun’s body only to instantly relax when Dylan’s small hands cupped Jun’s face, thumbs smoothing lovingly along the flushed skin. “Jun…” Dylan whispered softly, eyes trailing across Jun’s face like he was desperate to remember every single dip and angle. “I love you too.”
Jun couldn’t contain the bright grin that overtook his expression, which got a fond smirk in return from Dylan. “Yeah?”
“‘Mmm.” Dylan nodded.
“You’re still mine?”
“Always have been.” Dylan admitted.
Jun leaned in and kissed the other man deeply, gripping Dylan’s pink hair with one hand, his other reaching down to grab at Dylan’s bare thigh where his legs were still wrapped around Jun’s waist. Dylan moaned into the kiss, holding tightly onto Jun’s face only to gasp shocked as Jun rocked his hips forward suddenly, his quickly hardening cock still buried deep inside Dylan’s ass. “Jun~” The younger man whimpered softly as Jun started to thrust shallowly, working himself up to full hardness again.
“Ready for round two?” Jun smirked as his movements got sharper, deeper.
Dylan just moaned in reply as he wrapped his arms tightly around Jun’s shoulders, head tilted back, his overwhelmed body trembled uncontrollably.
“Baby.” Jun breathed softly before he leaned in to attach his mouth to the soft skin on Dylan’s neck, sucking on the bite mark he had left behind earlier, making it darker and more noticeable as he started to pound into Dylan’s shivering body, the younger man making the most beautiful wanton noises Jun had ever heard in his life. Those noises alone made Jun feel feral with lust, he knew it was going to be a long night before he would feel even the slightest bit satisfied, but he was sure his boyfriend could take it—would take it—with everything he had.
The next morning Thame and Po walked into the band house to find Nano curled up on the sofa wearing an oversized heavy hoodie, it looked like it might have belonged to one of the other boys. He had his knees pulled up against his chest, resting upon them was a large mug of tea that Nano had his hands cupped around it. “Oh, Nong, you’re really sick huh?” Po said in a pitying manner.
“Is that my hoodie?” Thame said at the same time as Po spoke, getting a scathing look from Nano, which made Po chuckle. “Sorry, I’m just teasing. You can wear it for as long as you want.” Thame apologized as he moved to sit down next to the youngest member of the group.
“Here, we brought you some breakfast.” Po said, placing a white plastic bag down onto the coffee table.
“It’s just some plain congee.” Thame said, reaching his hand out to touch the side of Nano’s neck, then his cheek. “You don’t have a fever, so that’s good.”
“He had a fever earlier.” Pepper said as he walked into the room from the kitchen, startling both of the newcomers. “I took care of it.” He explained as he placed a tall glass of water down onto the table next to the bag of food.
“It’s just a cold, and I don’t want plain congee.” Nano pouted, Pepper and Po sharing a look before they sat down as well. Po next to Thame on the sofa with Nano, whilst Pepper sat on the beanbag chair closest to Nano so he could pat the younger man’s leg in a caring way.
“Where’s Jun and Dylan?” Thame asked, looking around. Normally Dylan was up by then, although Jun could’ve easily been at the gym or out somewhere else, he wasn’t one that usually hung around if he didn’t have too.
“Probably still in bed, the assholes.” Nano grumbled sullenly.
“Eh?” Thame canted his head to the side, curiously.
“Why are they assholes?” Po asked, Pepper just smirked, it seemed like he had already heard the story that Nano was about to tell them.
“Because they were so loud! I’m glad that they finally got their heads out of their asses and replaced it with other things, but I needed to sleep! They could’ve been quieter.” Nano exclaimed loudly, sounding extremely annoyed.
“What!?” Thame yelped.
“Excuse me!?” Po exclaimed at the same time, their voices overlapping whilst Pepper just started to laugh quietly.
“You don’t mean that they… Jun and Dylan!? They…?” Thame stumbled over his words, looking completely confused. “They don’t even like each other!”
“They’re completely in love with each other, Thame.” Pepper said with a little amused smirk, Thame was absolutely a fantastic friend and bandmate but he was kind of clueless about certain things. Especially since he and Po started dating, Thame’s world basically began and ended with Po.
“I’m not just a shipper, I’m also smart.” Nano said in a cheeky manner, scrunching up his nose to make an adorable face at Thame, Po unable to resist smiling at the youngest member. Even when sick with a cold, Nano was adorably sassy.
“When do you think they’ll be up?” Pepper asked.
“Considering last night, probably not for hours yet. Why?” Nano asked only to pause when he saw the sly smirk Pepper was sporting. “Oh my god! Go, go, we definitely have time.” Nano exclaimed, reaching one hand out to playfully slap at Pepper’s shoulder, the older man laughing as he got up with a little wave as if to say; yeah yeah.
“What?” It was now Po’s turn to look confused.
“Oh no, not another cake.” Thame said with a roll of his eyes, his voice taking on a small whiny tone.
“What do you mean by ’another‘ cake?” Po asked Thame, brows furrowed adorably in confusion.
“Oh, uh, don’t worry about it.” Thame deflected, pointedly ignoring Nano’s laughter.
Jun was leaning against the inside of Dylan’s bedroom door, watching the smaller man dig through one of his various drawers. “You’re dragging your ass.”
“I am not, I’m just looking for something to cover up these fucking marks.” Dylan said, shooting Jun a little unimpressed look. “I told you that the ones on my shoulders would be too visible, so you go and leave a massive one on my neck!?”
“You weren’t exactly complaining.” Jun said with a little shrug, arms crossed over his chest in an easy way, his typical crooked smirk firmly in place.
“I wasn’t exactly focusing on what your mouth was doing!” Dylan snarked, turning around to stare at his boyfriend. “Oh stop looking so freaking smug, you ass.”
“I’m not looking smug.” Jun shrugged, smiling brightly, it only getting brighter as Dylan moved across the room to stand before him.
“Give me your cardigan.” Dylan motioned toward the oversized sweater that Jun was wearing over his t-shirt, Jun easily slipped his arms out of the cardigan and handed it over to Dylan. If the younger man was surprised by how easily Jun gave up his expensive sweater, he didn’t show it, instead he just slipped his arms into it and wrapped it tightly around himself. It did very little to cover up the mark on his neck—in fact it did nothing at all—but Jun was beginning to think that wasn’t the point of Dylan’s cardigan thievery at all. No, his boyfriend just wanted to wear his clothes and was using the rather remarkable hickey that Jun had left on his neck as an excuse, which Jun had absolutely no problem with.
Snagging Dylan by the collar of the far too large cardigan, Jun pulled Dylan against him and cupped his face with his free hand, kissing him senseless. Dylan’s hands were pressed against Jun’s chest, fingers flexing against his pecs as he melted into the breathless kiss. “Stop being grouchy.” Jun whispered once they broke their kiss, resting his forehead against Dylan’s with a sigh. “You’re nervous about what people are going to say.”
“I don’t care what people say, I thought we covered this yesterday.” Dylan countered, eyes closed as he basked in Jun’s attention and hold.
“I love you so much.” Jun breathed.
“I know.” Dylan murmured, smirking when Jun gave his cheek a playful little pinch. “I love you too.” Dylan chuckled, smiling fondly at his boyfriend. “Now let me go, I want food, I’m hungry.” Jun couldn’t contain his smile, Dylan slapping lightly at the taller man’s chest. “You are such a smug asshole.” Dylan rolled his eyes before pushing Jun out of the way of the door so it could be opened, the pair heading out into the quiet house. Neither expecting anyone to be there besides the sick Nano, who was supposed to be resting in bed.
Instead as the pair stepped into the kitchen area, four little confetti poppers went off, leaving them covered in little bits of colourful paper, Jun startling as Dylan glared, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Congratulations!” The other four men shouted, making Jun roll his eyes.
“Okay, okay, I get it! I deserved that for the cake idea when Thame finally got laid.” Jun said with a little shake of his head.
“Wait, they got you a cake!?” Po exclaimed in surprise, looking at Thame, who was now covering his face with his hands, ears a bright red colour.
“Of course, our boy wasn’t a virgin anymore, we needed to celebrate.” Jun said flippantly as he walked past the rest to head toward the coffee maker.
“Virgin!?” Po squeaked, his own ears and neck quickly flushing with embarrassment.
“You didn’t know!?” Nano laughed brightly, clapping his hands together from where he was sitting at the table.
“Oh my god! Stop talking, all of you.” Thame groaned behind his hands, Pepper giving his shoulder a pitying pat.
Dylan moved toward the table and stared down at the white cake with blue writing on it, all that it said was; finally! He scoffed with a little roll of his eyes, hands tucked inside of the oversized cardigan, making it look like he had kitten paws. “Finally? Really? That’s all you could think to write?” He asked the room.
“Yeah.” Pepper and Nano said in tandem, Po chuckling, Thame still trying to will the floor to open up and swallow him whole.
“Don’t complain, perverts.” Nano said as he pointed a finger at the pair, Jun having slid up beside Dylan by the table to be able to look at the cake himself, tossing an arm around Dylan’s shoulder in an easy show of affection that wasn’t typically seen between the pair. “You were so loud last night, I could barely get any rest! I’m sick, I need to sleep.”
“We weren’t that loud.” Dylan defended.
“Actually, you did get—ouch!” Jun began to say only to be elbowed in the ribs by Dylan, cringing. “Babe! That hurt.”
“Good.” Dylan muttered, stealing the coffee mug that Jun was holding right out of his hand to take a sip.
“Oh man, you two are going to be worse than Thame and P’Po aren’t you!?” Nano exclaimed loudly, getting a bright laugh out of Pepper.
“Hey, what do you mean worse than us!? What do we do!?” Thame asked, looking at Nano.
“What don’t you do?” Jun arched an eyebrow, not even looking away from the pair as he grabbed Dylan’s wrist to bring his cup of coffee that the smaller man had stolen up to his mouth to take a drink of it.
“You don’t get to say that when standing there looking like that.” Thame pointed at the pair, Jun just smiling his usually annoyingly cocky smile.
“Oh, yeah, they're absolutely going to be worse.” Pepper nodded as he sat down next to Nano, watching as Dylan swiped a finger through a bit of the icing on the side of the cake, bringing it up to his mouth. Before he could taste the icing though, Jun leaned forward and pulled Dylan’s finger into his own mouth. Dylan stared at Jun as he sucked the icing off of his finger, the pair seemingly forgetting that they weren’t alone in the kitchen.
Thame stared at them before looking at Po, who made a little surprised face. Thame then looked at Nano, giving a little nod. “Okay, yeah, worse than us.” He conceded, Nano motioning to him with a wave of his hand as if to say; thank you!
Just then, Dylan leaned up and kissed Jun, very clearly sliding his tongue into the taller man’s mouth. “New house rules! New house rules are needed!!!” Nano squealed, the rest all agreeing just as loudly.
Jun pulled out of the kiss, sighing. “Fine.” He huffed, taking the coffee mug from Dylan to place it on the kitchen table. “Come on.” He said as he took hold of Dylan’s hand, tugging him along.
“Where are we going?” Dylan asked as he allowed himself to be dragged away by his boyfriend.
“A hotel.” Jun winked at Dylan from over his shoulder, the sound of their friend’s laughter following them all the way toward the front door where Jun finally released Dylan’s hand to be able grab their shoes.
“You’re not serious, are you? We haven’t even showered yet.” Dylan asked, watching as Jun slipped his sneakers onto his feet.
“Baby.” Jun said as he straightened up, stepped close to Dylan to be able to cup his face in his large palms. “The house is full, they’re going to be making jokes all day and right now all I want is to hear you be as loud as you can be as I fuck you in the shower without worrying about anyone else.”
Dylan’s eyes darkened, the idea of getting a hotel room just to spend the whole day and night naked and writhing clearly excited him. “You have a lot of stupid ideas.” Dylan said. “But for once, this one might just be genius.”
“I have my moments.” Jun smirked before placing a quick chaste kiss onto Dylan’s lips. “Now put on your shoes, I’ll call for a ride.”