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"What!" Jeongin yells, slamming his fists seemingly harder against the coffee table than he intended. "The rules clearly states that you can only move one space at a time. You're cheating!"
"And I did," Seungmin defends, his hand firmly pressing his blue piece into the board so that Jeongin can't move it. "Our piece was right here before I moved it ONE space."
Felix, sitting next to Seungmin, nod solemnly before turning to wink at Minho.
It's game night at the usual hangout place. Mainly because Minho and Seungmin's apartment is always the cleanest, or in other words; because the rest of the bunch are some messy pigs. At least that's Minho's humble opinion.
The worst of them all is Jisung. He is a certified hot mess, not just when it comes to cleaning, but his life in general.
He lives on the outskirts of town, because he can't really afford something nicer and because he works in his parents' music store nearby. His apartment is somehow always a mess of clothes on the floor and the trash bag by the door he swears he was going to take out when Minho comes to visit him.
He wants to be a musician and is writing a lot of music in the backrooms of the music store. He has never found the courage to actually release any of it or send a demo to an agency or studio though, despite Minho and the rest of their friends' continuous support and pushes to do something.
Minho did initially invite him to live with him and Seungmin if he would like to live closer to the city centre and his friends, but he declined. Minho was initially really sad about it, since he considers them to be really close, but in reality he just really wanted to live with the man he's crushing on.
Love. He should call it what it is. He's in love with Jisung and has been for so long it's embarrassing. So long, in fact, that Seungmin frequently teases him about it.
The only problem is that Jisung is 'straight'. At least that's what he claims. Nobody really believes him though, but that doesn't change the fact that he is sure in this conviction of his.
Minho has often thought about what the long stares in his direction could mean, like he's doing right now, if not that he is at least a little attracted, but how are you suppose to even bring that up in conversation?
"Do I have something on my face?" he asks Jisung, half smirking because he can't help it. Jisung is just too cute when he stares, completely unaware of what he's doing.
"What…?" Jisung asks, blinking a few times with those big, brown boba eyes of his and Minho wants to reach out and squeeze his big round cheeks or perhaps put a finger or two in his half open mouth.
"Oh, nothing," he says instead as the argument between Jeongin and Seungmin keeps going in the background.
"Well if I knew you were gonna be a complete nark about it," Seungmin says, sending Jeongin a sarcastic smile. "I would have never cheated in the first place."
"Yes you would!" Jeongin presses on, lifting slightly from his seat and Minho thinks that this might not be so heated if it's wasn't one in the morning and they weren't half drunk. "That's the whole point of cheating."
"Oh so you do get the point of it" Seungmin says, as Jeongin's face grows red. "Then maybe don't point it out next time."
Jeongin fully lifts his butt off from the ground so he rests on his knees and he's about to say something when Chan grabs his shoulder.
"Why don't we all forget about the game and play something else?"
"But…" Jeongin protests, but in the end he sits back down.
"I know," Chan simply says, while Changbin slowly starts packing up the game, smirking at Seungmin.
"Let's play 'never have I ever'," Hyunjin suggests, jumping to help Changbin with the game and Seungmin sends him daggers with his eyes before he himself helps putting away the last parts.
"Sure," Jisung says, finally pulling his eyes away from Minho's face and opening another beer. "I'd be up for a couple rounds."
"You start then," Jeongin says, clearly still a little effected by Seungmin's antics.
"Alright," Jisung says, leaning back on his hand and Minho has to look away before his ears get too red, or Seungmin will tease him later. He probably will regardless, but still.
"Never have I ever listened to country music and liked it."
Chan takes a sip along with Changbin before he almost spits it out in protest.
"Yes you have!" he exclaims, effectively wiping the grin off of Jisung's face. "That one time at my place, when we listened to some of my dad's old records."
"Shit. You're right," Jisung admits and Minho has a hard time not staring as he takes a sip of his beer and the way his Adam's apple bobs as it goes down.
Minho takes a sip himself along with Felix and Seungmin before they move on.
"Never have I ever…" Hyunjin says, looking up at the ceiling. "Umm…"
"You couldn't have thought of something while it was Jisung's turn?" Seungmin asks, grinning and ready with his drink in hand.
"Let me think," Hyunjin complains. "You're stressing me out."
Minho sneaks another glance at Jisung while Hyunjin tries to come up with something, not caring whether Seungmin notices or any of the others for that matter.
He is so pretty in the low light of the apartment, his eyes shining and his cheeks tinted pink from the alcohol. He looks, oh, so kissable in this light it's kinda making him crazy.
"I got it!" Hyunjin exclaims, bringing Minho back from dream land. He's grateful for it though.
"Never have I ever been attracted to a man."
He looks so proud of himself that Minho is unsure for a moment if he misheard him. He doesn't drink so he must have misheard him.
Seungmin, Felix, Jeongin and Chan drink a sip before Changbin can turn in his seat to stare incredulously at Hyunjin.
"Well then you would have to drink a whole bottle," he says, and for a moment Hyunjin looks so adorably confused Minho has to press his lips together to not laugh.
"What?"
"You have to say something you haven't actually done," Seungmin explains. "You know so the sentence makes sense. For example; never have I ever been in love with a woman."
Hyunjin just stares at him for moment, his mouth falling slightly open, before it so clearly dawns on his face.
"Oh, fuck. Hold on let me think of something else."
"No it's fine," Chan says, smiling at him from across the table. "Half of us drank already. Let's just all drink and move on."
"Why would I drink," Jisung says, right as Minho has taken his sip and he has to fight a cough not to spit it out again.
"I'm straight, remember?"
"Yeah, right," Seungmin says, sarcastically rolling his eyes. "And I have a pet spider named Peter Parker in my room."
"Why are you guys always so focused my fucking sexuality? We can't all be gay in this friend group."
Hyunjin laughs out loud then and Jisung's face seems to grow redder with anger as Minho's heart grows heavier.
"You guys are such assholes," Jisung exclaims when Seungmin and Changbin join in on the laughter. Minho actually feels bad, so he leans into Jisung's space.
"Don't mind them," he whispers into his ear. "They become pricks when they're drunk. You know that."
"Okay, everyone," Chan calls, his voice ringing over the laughter, commanding attention and creating silence. "Let's leave Jisung and his sexuality alone and move on."
"Sure," Changbin says, smirking at Jisung. "If not drinking makes you feel more manly, then by all means."
Jisung almost gets up from his seat as Jeongin did earlier, but Minho stops him with a hand on his arm and he calms immediately.
They do move on with the game and after a little while Jisung leans into Minho's space, his breath warm and smelling of beer.
"Can I stay, like I normally do?" he whispers in Minho's ear, sending shivers down his neck. Minho can already see the shit-eating grin there will be on Seungmin's lips when he lets his gaze land on him again.
"Of course," Minho replies, leaning a little close before he can stop himself or the images in his mind of what they could get up to if Jisung didn't sleep on the couch and wasn't, you know, 'straight'.
"You don't even have to ask."
"Thank you," Jisung breathes as he leans against Minho for a moment before leaving his space.
Minho picks up his beer when he sees that Seungmin is about to say something, knowing that he is the usual point of attack when it comes to games like these.
"Never have I ever had a crush on someone in this room," he says, and Minho wants to strangle him. Just a little bit. For old times sakes. But then he sees the flirtatious stares he sends Changbin across the table and he feels a bit ashamed for thinking it would be about him and he drinks his obligatory sip.
When he turns to Jisung, though, he sees something sort of odd. He looks as though he is about to drink a sip, but isn't quite sure about.
He seems to deicide against it, as Seungmin and Changbin seductively stare at each other as they drink, in favour of turning to look at Minho.
"Did you drink, hyung?" he asks and Minho finds himself at a loss for words for moment as he can feel Seungmin's eyes along with the rest of them staring at him.
His ears are getting warm and his apprehension is surely showing on his face. He never was good at hiding his emotions. He needs to think of something to say, and quickly, before he has been thinking too long and everything will sound like a lie.
"I had a crush on you, like three years ago," he decides to say, which isn't an exact lie. It's just not the whole truth that those feeling never went away.
"What?! You did?" Jisung asks as his eyes go wide and his pink cheeks turn a shade darker.
"Yeah, but it's no big deal," he lies. "A bunch of us have had crushes on each other in this family. That's the beauty of being a friend group of fags, I suppose."
"You should've told me," Jisung says, before his face grows so pink it's actually just red and he looks like a tiny, round, boba-eyed tomato.
"Why?" Minho asks, sounding more defensive than he would like to.
"I mean…" Jisung says, seemingly scrambling for an explanation that he can't seem to find. "It would've just been nice to know that sorta stuff. You know we're best friends. Wouldn't want any secrets between us."
"But since you're straight, you wouldn't have been able to reciprocate his feelings anyway, so why would he want to make it awkward?" Seungmin asks, seeming uncharacteristically serious.
"Guys," Minho tries. "It was just a crush. It's really not that serious."
Seungmin gets the hint and they leave it at that, but Jisung keep staring at him for the rest of the game. So much so that Minho can't think when it comes to his turn.
"Never have I ever…" he mumbles, trying hard to ignore the two brown orbs staring holes into his side profile. "Never have I ever…"
Nobody messes with him though as they did with Hyunjin and for that he is grateful. He's not sure how much more he can take.
"Uuhh! I've got it!" he exclaims. "Never have I ever written a song." Chan, Changbin and Seungmin all groan in unison at that, but Jisung seems to be in another world where Minho's words don't register.
"Jisung?" Chan calls after he's drunk his sip.
"Oh right, songs," Jisung says, once again turning slightly pink as he drinks his sip and Minho wonders if Jisung would even register if he told him he loves him right here, right now.
Hours later when they are clearing the things away and half the friend group is already gone, Seungmin comes out from his room with a bag slung over his shoulder. He sends a wide smirk to Minho while putting his shoes on by the door as he waits for Changbin to come out from the bathroom.
"I've got him on the hook tonight," he says, grinning as he puts on his jacket and Jisung comes back from the living room to put some dishing in the sink. "I hope he fucks me so hard I can't walk tomorrow."
That's the instant, and not a moment before, that Minho realizes that he is going to be alone with Jisung in this apartment the entire night. He's not sure how he will manage to survive that and especially not after the confession he made earlier.
"Seungmin, he's practically been fawning over you for months now," Minho says, staying by the door for as long as possible to avoid what will undoubtedly be an awkward night between him and Jisung for as long as possible. "You didn't really have to try."
"Yeah… no, you're right," Seungmin says as Changbin emerges from the bathroom. "That's more that I can say for you though. You will have your work cut out for you, but consider it a gentleman's gesture that I am going out tonight so you can have the apartment all to yourself."
"Consider me ungrateful then," Minho says as Changbin walks up to them. "I never asked for this and I never intended on doing anything about my…"
"Undying love?" Changbin suggest.
"Problem," Minho finishes, sending his friend a glare. "He clearly has some deep rooted issue with the whole thing. Just look at how he reacted when Chan called us all gay earlier. I'm not gonna pressure him into anything, even if I did think he has thing for me. Which I don't."
"He totally does, though," Seungmin says, slinging his bag over his shoulder rejecting Changbin's attempts at grabbing it and carrying it for him. "I think you should go for it."
Seungmin leaves with those words, but Changbin doesn't walk out the door before he has leaned into Minho's space and whispered:
"I think so too. He might finally get over his whole internalized homophobia if you give a little push."
Minho just stands there for a moment, staring at the closed door after they have left before he makes his way into the kitchen.
"What were you chatting about?" Jisung asks as he's putting clips in some of the still half-full chips bags. "It seemed secretive so I didn't wanna intrude, but now I'm curious."
"Oh, it was just Seungmin's work gossip," Minho lies and though he fears that he might ruin their friendship by telling the truth he can't help but feel bad for lying to him. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable on the couch while I get the last things?"
"What!? And leave you with all the dishes?" Jisung asks with a coy smile. "No way."
Minho can hardly refuse him when he's staring at him with those bright, shining eyes and that heart shaped grin, so he soon finds himself with his hands deep in lukewarm, soapy water with Jisung by his side, armed with a tea towel.
"Tonight was fun," Jisung says after the silence has become a bit awkward and only interrupted by the splashing of water. "I wish we could do this more often."
"Yeah," Minho agrees." I wish we weren't all so damn busy all the time."
"Well, I'm not that busy," Jisung opposes. "And you're not that busy. You should come visit me more often."
There is nothing in this world that Minho would rather do than spend as much time as humanly possible with his Jisung, but he fears it might not end well which is the reason why he has been holding back from just inviting himself to Jisung's apartment whenever he wants.
"You know what? You're right. I'd love that," he says instead of the storm of thoughts in his mind.
"Did you mean what you said earlier, by the way?" Jisung asks then, taking Minho by surprise.
"What did I say?" Minho asks, trying to play dumb for as long as possible.
"You know what," Jisung says as Minho hands him a wet plate and he bumps their shoulder's together. "The part about you having a crush on me, like, three years ago."
"Would I ever lie to you," he replies feeling guilty immediately. "But it was such a long time ago. You don't need to worry about it. It's not like it was some grand love or anything."
Jisung is silent for a moment as he dries the plate and Minho hands him a new one before anyone dares to brake the silence.
"You know I would've been supportive," Jisung says, leaning ever so slightly into Minho's space. "It's not like I'd be weird or anything. You know I don't mind that you're gay right?"
Minho's not quite sure how the hell he's supposed to answer that. He's fairly certain that Jisung himself is some type of queer so he knows that he should be fine with it, but…
"You know I want to believe you," he starts, avoiding Jisung's eyes as he hands him the next plate. "But it can be a bit hard when you get so defensive about being straight."
"What that's supposed to mean?" Jisung shoots back and Minho has to control his breath not to let his emotions get the best of him.
"Jisung, come on," he says, not liking where this whole conversation is bringing them. "It's kinda hard to believe that you're okay with gay people when you get so worked up about other people mistaking you for being a part of us."
"I just don't like being labelled wrong."
Now that's a lie if Minho ever heard one and suddenly a devilish idea takes a hold of him.
"Yeah, and you're definitely straight," he says sarcastically and Jisung sends him a glare that he can only meat with a smirk.
"As a matter of fact, I am," Jisung defends, his sweet mouth forming into a pout.
"Come on, Sungie," Minho says, putting down the plate in his hands. "It's just the two of us. You can be honest with me. We both know you're not completely straight."
"I am too," Jisung insists his plate forgotten on the table as well.
"Prove it then," Minho says just to see Jisung scramble. If he wont get to kiss him silly he can at least have this.
"What do you mean?" Jisung asks, genuine fear in his eyes. But Minho has been suffering because of this for so long he doesn't really care.
"Prove that you're not, in any way shape or form, attracted to men or what they can get up to when they're in bed together."
Jisung sends him a wary look, but for some reason he moves closer. "Okay….?" he says, sounding unsure. "But how?"
Minho thinks for a moment that he could make him watch gay porn and see if he gets a boner, but then he decides to take it one step further. It's not like Jisung will actually do it.
"I'll cock warm you. You just have to not move your little hips or like it at all."
"What the fuck, Minho!" Jisung exclaims, staring at him incredulously.
This is the exact reaction he wanted. Now he can at least go to sleep having a little laugh about Jisung's cute and funny face if he can't have him in bed next to him.
"Well if you're so scared that you might like it…"
"Fine!" Jisung concedes and Minho is happy he's not holding any plate or he would have for sure dropped and smashed it. "But how would you even go about that?"
Minho needs a little moment to breathe before he can reply, trying to seem as unaffected as possible.
"Well… I should take a shower and clean myself," he starts, not believing the words coming out of his own mouth. "And you can wait for me in my room and get yourself ready if you like."
"What? Like get hard?" Jisung asks, his cute round cheeks turning pink again.
"Unless you need my help to do it."
"No!" Jisung exclaims, turning an angry red before he abandons their task to run into Minho's bedroom.
Minho stands there for a moment, breathing.
Oh, my God it's happening. It's really fucking happening, he thinks to himself as he locks the front door before he moves to his room as well.
He finds Jisung just standing in the middle of the room, looking a little lost. Minho goes to collect a towel, a robe and most important; some lube and a butt plug.
"You don't have to look so scared," he tells Jisung still stuck in the middle of the room. "It's just me."
"Right…" Jisung says, looking down at his feet.
"You can get comfortable in bed," Minho says, moving back toward the door. "I'm gonna shower. Have fun while I'm gone."
The shower feels like the longest shower he has taken his whole life, even though he tries to hurry.
He cleans himself inside and out thoroughly, making sure he is completely ready. And once he has towelled himself dry he starts working on his hole, first with his fingers and then with the butt plug. He took the biggest one he owns to make sure Jisung can slide in as easily as possible.
He stops for a moment, thinking about what it is that he's actually doing.
This is so insane, he thinks as he resumes with the butt plug.
Once he's happy with the result he squirts a big dollop of lube on the plug before leaving it in and goes to stand in front of the mirror.
He looks pale as a ghost, his hands trembling slightly as he looks down at them and, for a moment, he wonders if this is the right thing to do.
"You can do this," he tells himself, when he finds his own eyes in the mirror again, before taking a deep breath. "He's your best friend and this is what you've wanted since forever."
With those words in mind he slips into his robe and leaves the bathroom, turning off all the lights in the apartment before he goes back to his room.
"You ready?" he asks as he slowly opens the door to peak inside.
Jisung is in his bed, his torso bare but the rest of him being covered by Minho's blanket. He looks up at Minho with guilty eyes, as if he's been doing something he's not supposed to.
"I think so," he says, a hand moving under the covers.
Minho can't help but eye the tent in the covers and he can feel the way his ears are getting warm.
"Well… Since you're straight, I won't torture you with the sight of my naked body," he says right before turning off the light and swears that the last expression he can see on Jisung's face is disappointment.
"Oh… Okay," Jisung answers and Minho moves closer to the sound of his voice as he sheds the robe.
"Alright, Jisungie," Minho says, as he stands next to the bed and Jisung audibly gasps. "You don't have to be scared. It's just me."
"Okay," Jisung whispers and he sounds just as nervous as Minho feels.
"In a second I want you to make room for me in bed and lie on your side facing the edge," Minho lets him know to hopefully make things less awkward, or at least have Jisung more comfortable if he knows what will happen.
"I will get down next to you once you're ready."
He can hear some rustling of the sheets and after a minute or so Jisung says:
"Okay. Uhmm… I'm ready. I guess."
Minho takes a deep breath before he reaches down to grab the covers and gets under them, scooching in front of where Jisung is lying while wondering how the hell he got himself into this situation. It's actually really pathetic that the only way he can get to sleep with the man he loves is by daring him to do it.
Jisung yelps almost inaudibly as Minho moves backwards, his ass touching something that can only really be Jisung's cock, and his entire face heats up while the rest of his blood rushes to his own cock.
"Oopp. Sorry," he whispers, not really knowing what he's apologizing for.
"No. I'm sorry," Jisung says and Minho wonders if he has ever had an encounter in bed this awkward.
"It's okay," Minho tries to reassure him. "Just let me know when you're ready."
He moves forward a bit to create space between them so he can reach back and pull the butt plug out of his ass with a much louder squelch than he had anticipated, or maybe it's because the room has gone deadly silent.
Jisung utters a weird sound that's a mix between a whimper and a squeak and Minho can't help but feel sorry for him and what he imagines is going on in his mind. He could very well be questioning everything he thinks he knows about himself in this very moment.
"I'm ready," Jisung mewls after a short while of staggered breathing and Minho slowly moves back towards him.
"Okay. Now put your hand on my hip," Minho instructs and Jisung follows suit. "Do you want me to guide you in or can you manage?"
Jisung's breathing gets heavier then and Minho can feel it on his neck.
"Uhhmm…" he breathes. "Can you do it, please?"
Minho is more than happy to help Jisung out. He'd honestly do most anything for him, but as he sneaks a hand behind himself to feel for Jisung's cock his own nerves crawl up his throat.
He stops for moment and Jisung breaks under practically no pressure.
"Or I can do it," he hurries to say, sounding even more out of breath than normal.
"No, no. It's fine," Minho lets him know, feeling like the weakest man on earth. "Just give me a moment."
He needs to calm down, for Jisung's sake. He can't show how nervous he is, or it will just make Jisung freak out.
He takes a deep breath before he moves his hand backwards until it hits something hard and wet. Jisung gasps as he lets his hand wrap around him.
He's big. Way bigger than Minho had thought he would be from his probably indiscreet staring over the years.
He must be a grower, he thinks to himself.
In any case he's happy that he prepped himself so thoroughly.
"Be gentle, please," Jisung whimpers and Minho could melt right here in the bed with his best friend's cock in his hand.
"Of course," Minho whispers, trying hard to hide how this is effecting him and how his own cock is aching and throbbing pathetically against the sheets.
He strokes him gently a couple times and from the breaths and tiny sounds coming from Jisung, Minho could reasonably say that Jisung has already lost the bet. He could stop now and point it out, but there's no way he's letting go of this opportunity.
He slowly scooches closer with his ass and lets the tip of Jisung's cock brush over the rim of his hole. He has to fight the moan forming in the back of his throat, but at least it seems that Jisung is struggling as well.
"Ready?" he asks, and it sound like Jisung is nodding against the pillow before he opens his mouth to reply.
"Yeah," he exhales in a sound that's as close to a moan as possible without actually being one.
Minho steels himself before moving further back to meet Jisung's cock and slowly he breaches his opening.
He's in with just the tip, but Minho suppress the gasps fighting its way up his throat and out his mouth at the size of it and the knowledge that there is no going back now.
He takes a moment to quickly breathe and it seems Jisung is doing the same, before he moves his ass further back, forcing Jisung's cock deeper inside him.
It hits him in that moment that he might be the one who's going to have a hard time not moving, a thing he had not even considered, and he wants to hit himself in the head for his own stupidity.
Jisung takes the lead for an instant when he grips harder on Minho's hip and drives all the way inside, forcing a loud moan out of Minho.
He curses Jisung out silently, as he tries to calm down, for not giving him a warning so he wouldn't sound so pathetic and down bad as he just did.
Jisung doesn't seem to be fairing much better though, his swallow breaths turning into quiet whines.
"So…" Minho says, embarrassingly out of breath. "All you have to do now is not move."
Jisung holds his breath then and for a moment Minho thinks that he might have forgotten why they are doing this in the first place.
"Right," he whispers, just as out of breath as Minho and he sees that as a small victory.
A long moment passes between them as Minho tries to calm his breath and his heart that is beating at a million miles an hour.
He tries to get comfortable on the pillow without moving his ass, but it's hard and he ends up accidentally clenching his hole a bit and Jisung lets out a loud gasp as his hand squeezes Minho's hip so hard it might bruise.
"Good luck," Minho says in the most taunting tone he can muster, trying to hide how he himself is only holding on by a thread.
Jisung only hums a quiet whine in response and Minho can't help the smirk that spreads on his lips.
"Good night," Minho says as the final nail in the coffin, as if saying that Jisung got himself in this mess and now he has to live through the hell of his own doing. It's the only thing he can do to feel better about living in the same hell himself.
"Night," Jisung says in a strained voice, still not letting go of Minho's hip.
Minho closes his eyes, wondering how they will make it through this night and whether either of them will get a lick of sleep.
After what feels like at least fifteen minutes of pretend sleeping, that realistically is probably no more than a minute, Minho opes his eyes again, already done with these antics.
Why am I doing this again? he thinks to himself. And then the devil that possessed him to do this in first place comes back to him and he wonders how much he can get away with.
First he moves his right hand to find Jisung's on his hip, caressing it slowly before slipping his fingers through Jisung's and moving the hand to his chest so that Jisung is fully spooning him. And suddenly Jisung's fully naked front is on his back, embracing him in a weird kind of regretful hug of sweat and pent up horniness.
The next he does, because apparently he hates both Han Jisung and himself, is to ever so slightly clench his hole. So faintly that it could be explained as just his body working, but still enough to be felt.
Jisung reacts immediately, his breath becoming more shallow again and his heart starting to beat faster against Minho's back.
It makes Minho feel some type of accomplishment, but he is also leaking beads of precum on the sheets like the pathetic man in love that he is.
Jisung is breathing heavily on the shell of Minho's ear as he keeps ever so slightly clenching his hole and if it wasn't so fucking arousing he would be laughing at how ridiculous this whole thing is.
Then it hits him that, sure, it might be fair to not move for Jisung's sake, but he can still jerk off, however embarrassing that would be. This whole thing is so embarrassing already, what can a little jerking off really do?
He gives Jisung's hand a small kiss on the knuckles before slowly letting it go and leaving it on the inside of his left arm to touch himself.
He is so wet, having oozed a whole little puddle on the sheets, but the instant he touches himself he feels some type of release.
Jisung doesn't react at first, but then he gasps aloud, his cock twitching inside Minho in a delicious little movement that's almost enough to have Minho give in.
He keeps working himself in slow languid movements as Jisung's breathing gets more and more shallow in rhythm with his own breathing, and the way he keeps twitching inside him might be the thing to finally make him go insane.
Jisung almost gives in for an instant, moving his hips ever so slightly, before his whole body tenses up and he stays completely still, seemingly not even breathing.
"Jisung?" Minho whispers, but he gets no reply, only a small whiny sound that seems to be uttered through gritted teeth.
"Help," he mewls after a little while, balling his hand into a fist pressed against Minho's chest.
"Jisung, let go," Minho whispers back, knowing just how much he is suffering as he himself is living through the same nightmare. "Give in."
"Ugh, fuck this!" Jisung lets slip passed his lips before he opens his fist to grab Minho's hips once again and draw back his body to finally slam back into him.
"Yes, please," Minho moans, being just as wrecked as Jisung and unable to hold back anymore. "Fuck me."
Jisung seems to take that seriously, moving his hand to wrap around Minho's shoulder to really thrust into him again and again to the sound of their combined moans and whines, and Minho curses himself for not daring Jisung earlier in their friendship.
"Fuck, hyung," Jisung whimpers in Minho ear and he thinks that he might spontaneously combust from the sound of that alone. "What have you done to me?"
Minho could say the same back, if he had the breath for it or the willingness to focus on anything but pleasure right at this moment. Instead he leans back his head to be closer to Jisung and perhaps get a stray kiss on his cheek.
"Kiss me," he proposes, suddenly feeling as naked as he actually is, laying his feelings and intentions out clear as day.
Jisung responds immediately by releasing Minho's shoulder from his iron grip and letting his open hand smooth over Minho's skin until he is caressing his jaw, gently tilting his head to face him.
He kissing along his jaw while still thrusting into him, but slower and more leisurely now, before their lips finally meet in the most wonderful, and yet slightly awkward kiss of Minho's entire life.
Jisung whimpers into it, his breath staggered and his grip on Minho's jaw growing stronger, but it's the most magical thing Minho has ever experienced.
His lips are so soft and wet with the glide of their spit and soon he can't help but let his tongue ask for entry that he is quickly granted.
The inside of Jisung's mouth is even sweeter, tasting of the chips and beer they had earlier. He lets his tongue glide over the inside of his lips and his teeth, relishing in the feel of his mouth on him and the taste of him that he could quickly get used to.
"Shit," Jisung whines when they both come up for air. "I need you."
He doesn't waste a single second before he pulls out and presses Minho to lie on his back. And when he opens his eyes Minho realizes that they have stayed in this dark room for so long that he can see now.
Jisung is starring down at him, his eyes shining in the low light from the city outside, coming through the space between the window and the curtain and he looks absolutely stunning and fucked out of his mind.
"You're so beautiful," Jisung whispers, furrowing his brows as if it's a painful realization. "How could I have been so blind?"
Minho just stares up at him, not quite sure what to say. But before he can give it a second thought Jisung is on him again, working his mouth open with his tongue as if Minho's spit is life's liquid and he is the thirstiest man on earth.
His lower lip gets caught in between Minho's teeth and he lets out a little whimper as Minho's cock is twitching pathetically against his stomach.
"Please, Jisung," Minho whines against Jisung's mouth. "Fuck me."
"Oh, right," Jisung says as though he had been so caught up in the feeling of Minho's mouth that he had forgotten what they were doing. It makes Minho's heart beat faster as he barely dares to think about what that could mean.
Jisung is quick with it though and soon his cock is so deep inside Minho, he can barely think.
Minho cups his cheeks, forcing him back down to meet his lips, feeling greedy. He wants it all, not knowing if he will ever get this opportunity again.
"Oh, baby. You're so tight," Jisung moans against Minho's lips as he reaches down a hand to grab a handful of his ass to lift him into a new angel.
Minho is suddenly grateful for Seungmin's, oh, so kind gesture of letting them have the apartment to themselves as an embarrassingly loud moan escapes his mouth when Jisung thrusts into him, hitting his prostate dead on.
"Oh, fuck!" he grunts loudly, because at this point he doesn't give a fuck anymore, and he lets go of Jisung's face to have his hands on his cute and juicy, little ass, moving with it in its rhythmic slamming into himself.
It's an addictive dance, and Minho finds himself never wanting it end.
"Oh my God, baby," Jisung moans into his ear before looking down between them at where his cock is thrusting in and out of Minho with a delicious squelch every time. "How the hell have we not done this before?"
Minho wants to be mean and tell him it's because he's 'straight', but then Jisung picks up the pace and it shuts him right up.
"Uuugghhh," is all he can say as he slams his head back against the pillow, not ready for when Jisung takes his aching cock in his hand and starts stroking him.
It's almost too much. He almost wants him to stop as he can feel the familiar satiation of a string tightening inside him.
"Jisung," he exhales, out of breath and wits. "I love you."
For a moment he regrets it as Jisung seems taken aback, but then he slams back into motion with what seems to be even more vigour and stamina than before, making salty tears spring from Minho's eyes as he cums in thick white ropes all over himself and Jisung.
"Holy shit, you're hot," Jisung whispers in a quite whine before he slams into him a last couple times with a loud and lewd moan, as if he wants the whole world to know. Maybe he does.
He collapses on top of him with a soft thump, his cock buried deep inside Minho and he couldn't possibly be happier.
For a long moment there is utter silence in Minho's bedroom, apart from the sound of their heavy breathing, as they both come down from their high. Jisung's cock is still ever so slightly twitching inside Minho and he takes a moment to enjoy the feeling of being so full of the man he loves.
"So I guess I win," Minho whispers, a teasing lilt in his voice and Jisung buries his face in Minho chest . "Not just because I got to cum first, but also because you're not as straight as you said."
"Hmmm," Jisung whines from between Minho's pecks.
"You don't need to be embarrassed," Minho whispers, stroking a hand over Jisung's lightly damp hair. "I just wanted you to eat your words."
Jisung doesn't answer and Minho thinks it's only fair to give him a moment to sort out his feelings. He might need to do that himself. He told Jisung that he loves him after all.
"Did you mean it?" Jisung asks after a long moment of silence.
"Did I mean what?" Minho asks back, hoping that Jisung is not referring to what he thinks he is.
"That you love me," Jisung clarifies and Minho can't help the way his heart starts racing. He's sure Jisung can feel it.
"Yeah," he whispers, trying hard to sound as casual about it as possible. He's sure he's failing.
"Wow," is all Jisung offers in response and Minho supposes he wouldn't know what to answer either, but if he's being honest he might have hoped for a bit for more than that.
"Does that freak you out?" he asks the most terrifying question of them all.
Jisung thinks for a while, lying so still that Minho might have thought he had fallen asleep was it not for that fact that he can feel his heart slamming against him.
"No," he finally says and Minho breathes a sigh of relief. "No really."
Jisung lifts from Minho's chest and stares into his eyes.
"Like, I might need some time to get used to it," he says, sounding almost apologetic. "And I might be a while before I can…you know…"
Minho's not quite sure what that means, but he can't help the smile that creeps unto his lips, soon threatening to split his face in two.
"So if I wanted to kiss you tomorrow in the morning, after we've both sobered up and are not so drunk on horniness anymore," Minho begins, looking off to the side. "Would that be okay?"
Jisung cups his cheek with his left hand, guiding Minho's face back to look at him.
"More than okay," he whispers, his cheeks a dusted pink, before he leans down to meet Minho's lips.
The kisses after that are longer and more felt and Minho can't seem to remember a time where he has felt lighter. It's almost as if he could float up towards the sky and away. As long as he can take Jisung with him he'd be fine with it.
Minho eventually gets up to do the cleaning up and Jisung follows him around like a little lost puppy as he so often does. Minho finds it hard not to be completely endeared and fall in deeper than he already has.
At last they fall into bed, wrapping their arms around each other, and fall asleep after a couple more kisses and perhaps a stray hand here and there.
***
The next morning Minho wakes at the feeling and sound of ruffling around in the bed. And for a moment he panics, because usually no one is in his bed other than himself. He hasn't slept with anyone since he fell in love with Jisung. But then he opens his eyes and there he is.
The most adorable, big, beautiful pair of brown eyes stare down at him, brimming with anticipation.
"So…" he says, his voice groggy with sleep, making Minho's cock twitch faintly. "About that kiss."
Minho doesn't think, he just does. He tackles Jisung on the bed until he's on top of him and gently places a kiss to his lips, leaning back to admire him and his bright eyes and heart shaped smile.
But Jisung clearly wants more and soon he's inside him again, this time with Minho on top, riding so vigorously that he's sure he wont need to go to the gym for several days.
They shower when they're done, and after Minho has made them a quick breakfast they leave in Minho's car to go to Jisung's apartment, like they always do the morning after game night.
"I wish I could stay the whole day," Jisung had said as they ate. "But I have work later and my parents are expecting me for dinner."
Minho had told him that is was okay, but now that Jisung's apartment is only a few turns away he's not so sure anymore.
He stops the car out in front of Jisung's building, turning to key as he hopes they might get a couple moments in the car before he has to go.
Jisung doesn't leave his seat, but he doesn't say anything either. Not for a long moment and Minho decides to take the lead. He might be the one most in danger of getting his feelings hurt in this situation, but he is also the one most sure of how he feels.
"So," he starts, not quite sure what he even wants to say. "Thank you for a grea-"
"What if I wanted to be your boyfriend?" Jisung asks in a nervous tone, hitting Minho right in the face with his words and his ears go up in flames as he loses the ability to speak.
"Like, maybe I'm not ready to tell the others and there are quite a lot of things that I need to figure out," he continues, turning Minho's whole world upside down. "And it might take me a while to figure the whole thing out and say those words back, but…"
He turns to meet Minho's gaze, his eyes shining so bright Minho might go blind, but he stares back all the same. It would be a nice way to go, really.
"But I want to try, you know."
All Minho can do is lightly nod.
How is this real? And how come he wants me?
"I like you. I see that now," Jisung keeps going, making Minho's organs do a summersault before completely rearranging themselves. "So, what do you say?"
For a far too long moment Minho doesn't say anything, all the scenarios he has conjured up in his mind over the last three years playing in front of his eyes, because now they might become real after all, but then the edges of Jisung's lips start to turn downwards and he remembers that he can't read his mind.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," he says, leaning over and taking Jisung's face into his hands. "A million times yes."
He kisses him softly, but Jisung quickly prods at his mouth to get entry and the kiss turns heated faster than the AC can cool them down.
"Didn't you have work?" Minho chuckles after a while when he needs to come up for air.
"Oh shit!" Jisung exclaims, looking down at his wristwatch. "Fuck! You're right."
He quickly de-tangles himself from Minho, patting his pockets to check that he has everything, before he lifts his gaze to lock eyes with Minho once again.
"Text me later, okay?" he says as he leans in for one last kiss. "Boyfriend."
He leans back with a smirk before getting out of the car and walking into his apartment backwards as he waves goodbye. Minho waves back, but soon Jisung turns around and disappears inside the building.
Minho sits there for a long moment, staring at the door to the building as he feels a giddy sensation bobble inside.
"YEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!!" he shouts inside his car, not really caring who hears and then he rolls down the windows before he drives off.
The winds are nice and warm today and Minho is a completely new man compared to who he was yesterday. It is as if he has been reborn. And all because of a stupid fucking dare.