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Jo is visibly stressed.
Yuma expected that much; making his movie debut is a big deal, and Jo hasn't properly slept since management announced the paperwork was done. Jo officially got the lead role.
It was endearing, really. The members threw him a mini surprise party, Maki even got him a cake to celebrate. Jo's ears were perpetually red for hours. As much as he didn't like being the centre of attention, there was little he could do to avoid it.
But now that the initial hype is gone, Jo is left flipping through the script in his hands. He's sitting on his bed, back to the wall, legs crossed. He always looks so proper. Yuma is stealing glances at him, seated on his own bed opposite him with a lollipop in his mouth, scrolling on his phone. It's more out of habit than anything actually interesting happening online.
"You're biting your lip."
Jo glances up a beat too late, bottom lip still trapped between his teeth, and he only lets it go to huff out a chuckle.
"Right."
"Kei hyung will scold you for it again," Yuma hums.
"Yeah. Sorry." Jo smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. He goes back to the script. Yuma counts. It takes him six seconds before he starts chewing on his lip again.
"You know you don't have to memorise it all in one day, right?" he asks with a chuckle, putting his lollipop back in his mouth. It's only half-teasing; Yuma knows his best friend better than anyone. He knows Jo might actually try to do so.
"Yeah… it's not that," Jo mumbles. He's worrying the corner of one specific page between his fingertips.
"Mm, so what is it?"
Yuma almost feels bad for him with that expression Jo makes. It's not Yuma's fault, though. Jo should know better by now than to give him half sentences.
"I just…" Jo sighs, placing the script by his side on the bed. "Dunno. Maybe I'm not ready for this after all."
"Jojo." Yuma makes a face that says c'mon now.
"I'm serious. Like objectively," Jo says, glancing up at Yuma from under his eyelashes. "It's a really big deal. Others have years of experience–"
"Others are not you, though," Yuma clicks his tongue. "That's why you were picked. You're not questioning the casting director's expertise, are you, Jojo?"
Jo doesn't have an answer for that. He just groans and drops his head back against the wall, looking like he is suffering immensely.
"What are you worried about?" Yuma asks, pushing the lollipop from one side of his mouth to the other. "You act in our music videos all the time. It's basically the same thing."
"Yeah…" Jo mumbles. "Except…"
"Except?"
Jo gives a tortured sigh.
"At the end of the movie… there's a kiss scene."
At that, Yuma stops. Jo is not looking at him, but there's a blush spreading on his cheeks and his ears as well. Yuma pushes himself up from his bed and hops over on Jo's. He drops the remains of his lollipop in the bin and takes the script to check it for himself.
"I'm not supposed to show it to anyone," Jo whines and reaches out but Yuma pushes his hand away.
"I'm not just anyone though, am I?" Yuma asks with a grin. Jo, once again, doesn't respond. Yuma likes that about him. He scoots by Jo's side on the bed, leaning back against the wall, and scans the page with the dog ear.
After reading through the scene, though, he feels a little disappointed. "That's it?"
"What do you mean?" Jo peeks at him with one eye.
"Stop being so flustered, Jojo." Yuma pokes his cheek. "It's pretty much just a peck on the lips. You'll be fine."
"But what if… what if they want more from me?" Jo whispers, seemingly not at all convinced.
Yuma think about it for a second, then shrugs. "Well, then you give them more."
"I don't know how to do that, Yuma."
Yuma looks at Jo, his pink pouty lips, his sad eyes, the reddening tips of his ears. God, he's so cute. Yuma could eat him up.
"Kissing is easy, though. I can teach you."
Jo chokes on his spit. He coughs, covering his lips with both hands, trying to compose himself. Yuma waits patiently. He can be very patient when he wants to be.
"Yuma… you can't just say things like that," Jo says with a gasp once he finds his voice.
"Why? I mean it." Yuma scoots a little closer to fix Jo's hair where it got ruffled up from his near-death experience. "I taught Taki too. He said I'm a good teacher."
Jo avoids his eyes as Yuma brushes his fingers through his hair.
"We don't have to," Yuma prompts. He's trying to catch Jo's gaze, and after a few seconds, Jo finally glances at him carefully.
"What…" he starts in a mumble. "How do you even go about teaching these things?"
"Simple." Yuma smiles at him, sliding his hand from his hair on his cheek. "Kiss me, and I'll show you."
Jo's eyes grow adorably huge, and his gaze drops on Yuma's lips. He is still careful, like he's unsure if he's allowed to take Yuma up on his offer.
After what feels like hours of contemplation, Jo turns towards Yuma with his whole body. Their knees are touching where they both have their legs crossed.
"Will you laugh at me if I'm bad at it?"
"Of course not." Yuma giggles. "Are you scared of me, Jojo?"
"No." Jo's response is automatic, and he seemingly decides to act like it, too. He places a hand on Yuma's cheek, mirroring Yuma's motion from before, and he swallows. "Okay."
One deep breath, and Jo leans in to press his lips against Yuma's.
Yuma would be lying if he said he has never imagined what kissing Jo would feel like. They have known each other for ages now. Yuma – practically raised in front of cameras since he was a kid – watched Jo's every step as he grew from the wide-eyed trainee into the confident professional he is on stage now. It still fills Yuma's chest with butterflies sometimes, thinking about how cute Jo used to be when his on- and off-stage personas were pretty much the same. Now, though, Jo knows how to perform, and what is a leading role in a movie if not the peak of performance?
The kiss is chaste, just an unsure touch of lips, and Jo is the one who pulls back. His cheeks are on fire, eyes still shut when Yuma reaches out to cup his cheeks with both hands.
"Not bad. You can do better, though."
"Yuma…" Jo whines, but he is leaning into Yuma's touch. The latter wonders if it's fully subconscious.
"Don't be scared, Jojo. It's just me." Yuma smiles at him until Jo slowly opens his eyes. "You can imagine I'm someone else. Someone you have a crush on."
Jo looks like he wants to say something, but then he just swallows and nods. He seems to be a tiny bit more determined, and as soon as their lips touch again, Yuma feels it too.
Jo kisses his bottom lip, then the top, and peppers him in small pecks on the corners of his mouth. Yuma freezes for a second before he catches up and reciprocates. Okay, so Jo has someone in mind for sure. It makes Yuma smirk into the kiss and pull Jo closer. He gives his bottom lip a small nip before running the tip of his tongue over it. Jo squirms and his hands – now on the front of Yuma's shirt – tug at him desperately.
Eyes still closed, Yuma caresses him. "Good," he whispers against Jo's lips. "Now open up a little."
And Jo is, indeed, good. He parts his lips a bit, just enough for Yuma to lick into his mouth. With an appreciative hum, Yuma slips a hand on the back of Jo's neck to hold him still while he shows him how to deepen the kiss. He teases the roof of Jo's mouth, slides his tongue along his, bites down on his lips a little.
By the time he pulls back, Jo is a panting mess.
"Something like that." Yuma giggles, caressing Jo's hair. He can't deny how his own heart is beating a little faster. Jo is very attractive, of course Yuma is not unaffected by it. Maybe his mind wanders for a moment and he wishes Jo was more experienced and confident. Yuma would definitely let him take the lead… "Try that on me."
Jo makes a little sound in the back of his throat, but nods.
When he kisses Yuma again, his movements are a little rushed, like he can't help himself. He pushes a hand up into the hair on Yuma's nape, fingers slightly trembling but moving with intent. He pulls Yuma closer as his kisses get hungrier, and it coaxes a moan out of Yuma. He opens his lips, urging Jo to give him his tongue, and once Jo complies, he wraps his lips around it and sucks. Jo whimpers but pushes more against Yuma, the latter feeling his back press against the wall fully. He bobs his head a little, letting his lips slide up and down Jo's tongue until they both have to come up for air.
"Fuck," Jo curses under his breath, and if Yuma was a few centimetres farther, he would miss it.
"Do you like kissing me, Jojo?" Yuma, despite the warm blush on his own cheeks now, grins at him.
Jo tries to even his breathing, forehead leaned against Yuma's. "Yeah… you're really good."
"Why, thank you." Yuma giggles. "That's what Taki said, too. You should've seen him, it only took a few–"
But he doesn't get to finish it because Jo dives in for another kiss. It's getting rough, like Jo is getting the hang of things, and Yuma would make a teasing comment about how proud he is of his student… if Jo's free hand wasn't pressing against his hip so deliciously.
"Don't talk about that now," Jo whispers, tone half annoyed, half pleading. "I don't– sorry, I just want you to– uh."
"To what, Jojo?" Yuma pushes, because the way Jo's tone dropped even deeper than usual has his stomach in a knot.
"Focus on me."
Yuma almost moans out loud at the way Jo's hold tightens in his hair.
Fuck it.
Yuma slings a leg over Jo's crossed ones and settles on his lap before he pulls him back into a kiss. Jo lets him lead again, and Yuma isn't shy about his own desires. He cups Jo's cheeks and licks into his mouth, movements wide and filthy. And Jo takes it. He opens wider, lets Yuma have his way, as he so often does in everything.
"Who is it?" Yuma mutters between two kisses, and he decides to be bold. He lets his kisses trail onto Jo's cheeks, then his jawline, and onto the side of his neck. "Who are you thinking about, Jojo?"
The answer comes instantly. "You."
"Good boy."
The whimper that escapes Jo's lips is a desperate one. It shoots a bolt of arousal straight down along Yuma's spine.
"We should– ah, maybe we should stop," Jo mumbles, but his hold on Yuma says otherwise. That, and the way he is obviously getting hard between Yuma's legs.
"Aww, don't you like it?" the latter asks teasingly.
"I– of course I do," Jo pants, and that look in his eyes is the most beautiful Yuma has ever seen on him. Jo is turned on and doesn't know what to do with it.
Lucky for him, Yuma has a couple of ideas.
"We don't have to stop, then," Yuma whispers and carefully grinds his hips forward.
"Ah– hyung–" Jo's whimper dies on his lips as his eyes suddenly shoot wide open. He looks mortified, sweet thing. Yuma smiles down at him, pleased and even more excited now, if possible. "I'm so sorry, I don't– don't know what–"
"Why are you apologising?" Yuma asks sweetly, dragging a hand down on Jo's front. "Everything is okay, Jojo," he coos as his fingertips graze over Jo's clothed erection. "Will you let hyung help?"
Jo's breath hitches and his eyes are shut once again. He only dares to nod a little. Yuma decides to let him off easy this time. He slides his hand on Jo's cock, palming him through the fabric.
"Have you really never kissed anyone before?" Yuma asks softly as his lips return on the side of Jo's neck, nibbling at his soft skin, leaving kisses down the length of it.
"Is it– that bad?" Jo breathes out. His head is dropped back against the wall, his hands fisted in Yuma's shirt and hair.
"Of course not. We've been idols for years, trainees for even longer. It makes sense." Yuma presses his lips against Jo's pulse point. "Nothing to be ashamed of, baby. We can practice as much as you want."
"Ah…" Jo whimpers as Yuma presses his fingers into his length, starting to jerk him properly through his shorts. Jo pulls him back for yet another kiss, and Yuma gladly goes along with it.
Jo is a good student. He picks up on what Yuma likes almost instantly and mirrors the movements of his tongue. He caresses the roof of Yuma's mouth before he sucks on his tongue, making Yuma moan in his mouth. All the while, Yuma's hand on Jo's cock picks up pace.
"Hyung–" Jo lets out a desperate little sound, right into Yuma's mouth, and the latter can't help but smile.
"Very good, my Jojo." Yuma nuzzles his nose against Jo's cheek in a cat-like manner. "Feels good?"
"Yes– very good," Jo whimpers and rugs up into Yuma's hand helplessly. "Please– I'm so… so close."
At that, Yuma chuckles lowly. "I know." He squeezes Jo through the fabric for a moment, then goes back to jerking him off. "What do you think, can you come like this? Make hyung proud?"
Jo crashes their lips together with the urgency of a drowning man. The kiss is messy, sloppy in the best way, and Yuma pulls out all the stops. It only takes a few more strokes for Jo's body to tense up completely, cock twitching in Yuma's hand and the fabric in his hold starts to dampen. Jo's cum bleeds through the material of his shorts, leaving a big, glaring dark spot. Yuma lets Jo fuck into his fist until he comes down, panting and sweaty and absolutely wrecked.
Leaving a few kisses on his face, Yuma caresses him with his clean hand until Jo's breathing starts to even out.
"Good job, baby. Very good." Yuma giggles as the pecks his lips. "I'll give you an A+."
Jo whines and weakly tries to push Yuma off, but the latter doesn't let him. He cuddles up to his side, graciously ignoring the hardness in his own pants. It's for the sake of the moment.
They stay slumped against each other, just breathing and letting the happenings sink in. It takes a minute or so for Jo to whisper. "I think… I like kissing."
"I'm glad to hear that." Yuma smiles up at him, a toothy, mischievous smile. "Because I already have something in mind for our next lesson."