Dual Life

[bicheul]

“Calm down.”

Jongin looks over at Nara as he shuts the car off, gives her a quizzical look. “What do you mean?”

“Your hands are shaking,” she says with a laugh, cradling the hand closest to her with her own. “I promise, my family is very nice. I’ve told them a lot about you, and they’ve told me how excited they are to meet you. Relax.”

Nara’s words are meant to be calming and there’s no way they can’t be, coming out of a mouth that’s attached to a face as pretty as hers. Time and time again, he wonders how he struck it so lucky and ended up with someone like her, and now, as she unfastens her seatbelt and moves to get out of the car, he’s thinking just that. “No, wait,” he says, hurriedly unbuckling his own seatbelt and getting out of the car to rush to the other side and open Nara’s door for her. She looks up at him with a cheeky smile and takes his hand when he offers it and steps out of the car.

As Jongin shuts her door, Nara lets out a laugh. “They’re watching us,” she says, pointing to what appears to be a living room window. When Jongin looks, he sees a man with Nara’s eyes and cheekbones and a woman with Nara’s nose and lips peering at them from behind a curtain. “That’s them. Come on.”

They interlock hands and Jongin hope she won’t comment on how balmy his palm is as they make their way up to the front door, which opens before they can reach it. Nara’s mother greets them both with hugs and her father waits for Jongin to bow in greeting, an approving smile on his face when he straightens back up. “Come in, come in!” Nara’s mother says, and they do just that.

“Where’s Sehun, Mom?” Nara asks. “I haven’t seen him in weeks and he can’t even be bothered to meet us at the door?” She grins at Jongin, who just looks confused. “Sehun’s my brother. You know, the one I have no pictures of because he’s weird and afraid of social media.” Nara playfully rolls her eyes and Jongin nods, knowing all too well about Nara’s camera-shy fraternal twin brother. She would tell him to just picture her dressed like a tall, skinny boy and that would be her brother, but the mental image in Jongin’s head never did any justice. Needless to say, he was looking forward to putting a face to the numerous stories Nara had told him about their childhood.

“He’s upstairs. You know him, he takes all day to get ready... you’d think we were going to a restaurant instead of eating right here at home. Sehun! Your sister’s here!” Nara’s mother smiles and walks toward the kitchen where the aromas of the night’s dinner are wafting from, and her father gestures for them to take off their shoes and come sit in the living room.

“Where is she, Mom?” a male voice asks from where they stood last.

“In here, stupid,” Nara replies with an excited smile on her face. Sehun steps into the doorway and Nara jumps up and runs across the room to give him a hug.

Jongin knows he should get up, stroll calmly in Nara’s wake and shake Sehun’s hand, but he can’t seem to uproot himself from his seat on the couch beside their father. He can feel Mr. Oh giving him a look out of the corner of his eye, probably thinking that Jongin wasn’t as polite as he’d so quickly assumed he was but even that can’t get Jongin’s brain to tell his legs to bring him to a standing position and go to greet Sehun.

He knows Sehun from somewhere. He’s seen his face even though he’s never seen him in person.

About a month before he began courting Nara, Jongin, overcome with loneliness and the belief that his mind and hand weren’t enough, signed up for membership on a website dedicated to webcams and sex and everything in between. The thing Nara didn’t know about Jongin, however, was that his eyes didn’t fancy her species alone. Instead of browsing the lengthy list of camgirls, he spent a lot -- rather, all -- of his time on the site checking out the male fare.

As luck would have it, Sehun was maybe the only guy on the whole site that Jongin tuned into time and time again. He’d donate money to his account so that he had exclusive access to his private shows, which he’d pleasured himself to more times than he was willing to admit. He’d been jerking off to his girlfriend’s twin brother the entire time, before and after Nara became his girlfriend.

It’s a small world, after all.

“Jongin, this is the elusive Sehun,” Nara says, dragging her brother over to Jongin. Sehun gives him a bit of a bow and Jongin responds with a nod of the head. “Sehun, can you explain why you’re the only nineteen year old on Earth with absolutely no social network accounts?”

I’m pretty sure I know why, Jongin thinks. How else do you protect your identity from creepy viewers than to keep all traces of yourself off of the internet?

“That stuff is a waste of time,” Sehun says. “I hardly use the internet.”

Nara is rebutting with something teasingly sisterly and Jongin is fighting back the urge to burst into tears at the sheer awkwardness of being in the home of a guy he’s seen fuck himself senseless with the biggest dildo he’s ever seen and having him be his girlfriend’s brother when Nara and Sehun’s mother pops her head in.

“Dinner’s ready!” she announces cheerfully, and Nara pulls Jongin off of the couch and walks hand-in-hand with him to the dining room.

“So, Jongin, what are you studying in school?” Nara’s mother asks.

The small talk has begun, which is awful because Jongin doesn’t know if he’s even capable of forming complete sentences at the moment. “Well, right now, I’ve just started the core curricula for my entertainment management major,” Jongin replies, genuinely shocked that he allowed all those humungous words to come out despite his shellshock.

“Entertainment management... what’s that all about?” Sehun asks.

Jongin freezes. He knows exactly what his major is about but answering will be an issue since Sehun asked and now he has to speak directly to him. “Well, I, uh... I dance, but I didn’t want to go to school for that because... I already know how to dance so I decided that I’ll, you know, get a degree in entertainment management so I can, I don’t know, start my own company or be a choreographer or both, I don’t know...” Jongin shuffles uncomfortably and clears his throat before he fills his mouth with the grilled meat pinched between his chopsticks.

“Oh, you dance? So do I.” Jongin nods and coughs. “But, yeah, that sounds interesting enough,” Sehun says. “I spend my time these days floating between home and my apartment making my parents unhappy because I’m in community college.”

“Sehun, that’s not true,” his mother says with a laugh. “We love you no matter what.”

Sehun raises his eyebrows quickly enough that no one notices, at least no one except Jongin, who he meets eyes with immediately afterward. Jongin can’t look away fast enough. “Nara told you that we’re twins, right?” Sehun asks.

“Y-yeah, of course,” Jongin replies. Now that he knows who Sehun is, Jongin’s fretting that he chased Nara because she was almost the mirror image of Sehun. Obviously, he wouldn’t have been able to draw comparisons because the last thing he was expecting was that the object of his affection was the twin sister of the guy indirectly responsible for most of his orgasms but maybe his subconscious picked out those features that Nara and Sehun shared and led him to sleep with the female equivalent of that guy on his computer screen multiple times. Oh god, my relationship is built on lies, on big gay lies, Jongin’s inner voice whispered, and his heart trembled.

“I was just asking, because you were looking at me like you were trying to figure out where you’ve seen me before,” Sehun explains with a chuckle, and Jongin panics. “I was about to say, ‘if I look familiar, it’s because my sister has my face.’”

Nara giggles. “You’re so dumb, Sehun.”

“We share copies of the same DNA, so if I’m dumb... so are you.” Nara sticks her tongue out at him and Sehun obnoxiously chews open-mouthed in Nara’s direction, garnering a smack on the back of the hand with his father’s chopsticks.

“Ah, Sehun,” their mother says suddenly. “I forgot to bring down the photo album.”

“Mom, no,” Nara whines. “Don’t do that, please...”

“I’ll show him the cute photos, don’t worry! Sehun, can you go and get it for me?” Nara kicks around like an insolent child next to Jongin, and normally he’d smile because he finds it so cute when she acts that way, but right now he’s about ready to pass out flat on the floor because he’s about to see photos of Sehun as a child and that alone is about to give him the biggest complex.

“Jongin, do you want to help me?” If there were any better time for Jongin to faint, it would have been at that very moment. “It’s buried under a ton of stuff because it never comes out unless Mom wants to embarrass us, and I’m not going to die alone under a pile of junk.”

“Yeah, go ahead, Jongin,” Nara says, and Jongin can tell it has everything to do with wanting her boyfriend and her brother to bond. If he says no, it’ll be suspect and possibly very disrespectful, but if he says yes he’ll probably end up leaving the house on a stretcher.

Jongin picks the most obvious of the two -- “alright, I’ll help you, show me where we’re headed” -- and soon he’s headed upstairs and mustering the strength to stay on his two feet.

“You know, don’t you?”

The question takes Jongin by surprise. The “pile of junk” Sehun made such a fuss about isn’t even enough to warrant a helping hand, so Jongin stands aside as Sehun pushes things out of the way in search of the album. “Excuse me?”

Sehun, on his hands and knees in the guest room closet, looks back and up at him. “You’ve seen me somewhere before, right? I mean, it’s the only explanation, seeing as you know Nara and I are twins... you wouldn’t be staring at me like I had five heads for no reason.” Sehun looks back into the closet and tugs out an album maybe five inches thick, completely full of photos. “What’s your username?”

“I... I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jongin lies, and he lies horribly.

Sehun’s face suddenly lights up as he stands up and faces Jongin. “No, I know it. Well, I know the username attached to your name, from when I get the statements at the end of the month. You’ve saved me on my rent so many times.” He grins and Jongin quivers. “Don’t look so damn pale. It’s not a big deal. There’s no way I’d embarrass you about this because, fuck, not even Nara knows I do that stuff. Your secret’s safe with me.” He gestures with his head toward the door of the guest room and raises his eyebrows. “Shall we?”

“Shall we wh-what?” Jongin stammers. He’s half-expecting Sehun to toss aside the album, lock the door, and have his way with him, and Sehun seems to feed off of that because he laughs aloud.

“Shall we head back downstairs with this behemoth of an album?” Sehun asks.

“Oh, yeah,” Jongin mumbles, and he follows Sehun out of the room.

“Do you like my shows?” Sehun asks, quieter now as they approach the top of the stairs. “I’m just asking because you tip a whole lot.”

Jongin burns red behind Sehun, who clearly doesn’t want or need an answer.

“It’s late. I don’t like the thought of you two driving all the way back to Itaewon in the dark,” Nara’s mother says long after the food runs out and she’s told a million stories to accompany each photo in the photo album. “Spend the night!”

“You can sleep in the guest room,” Mr. Oh says quickly and pointedly at Jongin. Jongin nods and Nara pouts, embarrassed.

“Daddy, we’ve never shared a bed,” she says, and it’s a lie, and it’s so goddamn uncomfortable because Jongin can see in her father’s eyes that as much as he wants to believe it he doesn’t. “We’re not about to start tonight.”

“Well, thank god,” Sehun says with mock disgust. Nara flicks him in the center of his forehead with her thumb and forefinger and he recoils in pain.

“There should be a spare toothbrush and towel in the guest bathroom,” Nara’s mother said. “The guest room is where you and Sehun got the photo album from. By the way, Sehun, bring that back upstairs before you go to bed.”

“Yes, Mom,” Sehun says with tired obedience, and then his parents kiss him and Nara goodnight and retire to their bedroom on the first floor.

“I’m going to skip the shower tonight and go straight to bed,” Nara declares, stretching her arms above her head and yawning audibly. “Whenever Mom cooks a ton of food, I get sleepy. I think it’s ingrained in me from childhood, because she used to say eating a lot after the sun goes down makes you go to sleep. She just wanted me and Sehun out of her hair, I guess.” She smiles and kisses Jongin goodnight, then gives Sehun a peck on the cheek before running upstairs.

“Well, goodnight to you too,” Sehun says to Jongin. “I’ll see you again to give you the album to put away, but I’ll see you in the morning after that.”

Jongin nodded and trailed him up the stairs, stopping to nod goodnight as Sehun disappeared into his room at the mouth of the hall and left Jongin to make the trek the rest of the way.

Jongin spends a good chunk of time staring at his face in the mirror, quietly congratulating himself for getting through the night without vomiting or passing out or going into a catatonic anxiety-driven fugue at the dinner table. He felt better once Sehun acknowledged it and assured him that he wouldn’t say anything about it, and Jongin began to consider that this whole thing might not be such a big deal after all. He brushes his teeth then hops into the shower and washes away the rest of his nerves in hot water and aromatic soap.

Jongin dries himself off after his shower and uses the towel to dab the excess water out of his hair as he leaves the bathroom and goes back into the bedroom. How he didn’t yell out at what he saw before him is beyond him.

Sitting on the bed facing the bathroom door was Sehun, who didn’t seem at all affected by the fact that Jongin was stark naked in front of him. Jongin opens his mouth to speak and Sehun puts a finger to his lips. “Don’t talk. I think I heard Nara move around on my way down here,” he whispers.

“What are you doing in here?” Jongin whispers back, trying in vain to make himself at least halfway decent. It doesn’t matter, because Sehun’s already seen all of it, but for the sake of everything --

“I was putting the album back in the closet and I thought I’d give you a little thank you for your patronage,” Sehun says with a smile. “Unless, of course, you’re not interested. Which I would understand, since my sister -- your girlfriend -- is just a few steps away. That would look bad, wouldn’t it?”

Considering the logistics, it would be an awful idea. One bad move and Nara could sneak in, hoping to climb into bed beside Jongin and cuddle with him and instead find him in a compromising position with her brother. On the other hand, it wasn’t very long ago that Jongin found himself jacking off to Sehun -- last time was the previous week, actually -- so maybe indulging in this sick, sick fantasy wouldn’t hurt...

“The door’s already locked,” Sehun says, taking Jongin’s silence as a “okay, go ahead” and he’s not totally wrong. He stands up and his sweatpants, baggy on his slim frame, slump to reveal half of one hip and what looks like -- and Jongin could be totally wrong -- the waistband of a lacy pair of women’s underwear. “And I lied when I said I thought Nara was still awake. She was snoring so she’s dead asleep. We’re pretty safe, I think.”

Sehun approaches Jongin and tugs the towel off from around his hips. Jongin gulps as Sehun cups his cock and balls in his hands and kisses the corner of his mouth. “No one has to know. No one will ever know. I promise.”

Jongin lies back on the bed and Sehun gives him a strip show he’s used to seeing confined to 1024 by 768 pixels, now in the flesh and all too real. Sehun rolls and gyrates his hips as he pulls his shirt off over his head, then turns his back to Jongin while he shimmies out of his sweatpants and reveals the rest of the lacy, transparent underwear he’d given a tease of earlier. He stops there, turning and vamping over to Jongin, climbing onto the bed and between Jongin’s legs. “Do these look familiar?” Sehun asks, and Jongin is too afraid to say yes. “Nara left them behind when she moved out. I promise, she’s never worn them, at least not these... I know they came in a pair so you’ve probably seen the... twin.” Sehun smiles and Jongin remains speechless. Jongin’s eyes drift downward as Sehun gently rubs his lace-covered cock against Jongin’s naked, semi-hard one, and Jongin doesn’t remain semi-hard for long after that.

Sehun instructs him to move back more on the bed, and once he does that Sehun sits back on his haunches before leaning down to lick and suck at Jongin’s inner thighs. As he does this, he pumps Jongin’s cock in his hand, swiping his thumb across the head to get at the pre-cum that he sucks off, eyeing Jongin the entire time. Without further warning, Sehun takes him into his mouth and Jongin shudders and falls back onto the mattress because Sehun’s mouth is so impossibly warm and wet that it made him weak.

Sehun takes Jongin’s cock out of his mouth so that he can give it a lick from base to tip, tongue flat against the underside of his shaft. He reaches his free hand up Jongin’s stomach to his chest, where he rubs a thumb side to side across one of his nipples. Jongin arches his back up off of the bed and Sehun chuckles before he puts Jongin’s cock back into his mouth and sucks it with a renewed vigor.

“You have to stop,” Jongin says quickly not too long later, giving Sehun’s head a gentle push. Sehun stops and stares up at him. “I didn’t want to cum.”

Sehun gives him a confused look, and then it appears to dawn on him. “You want to fuck?”

Jongin blinks. “Isn’t... that what you... were planning...”

“Not exactly, I was planning on blowing you and that’s it,” Sehun says, but then he smirks and shrugs. “I don’t mind, though. As long as you’re okay dealing with the fact that --”

“No, shh, don’t say anything,” Jongin said, beckoning him with a finger. After Sehun crawls up the bed, Jongin gestures for him to straddle his chest and Sehun giggles excitedly.

“Oh, you’re dirty,” he teases as Jongin tugs down the front of the lace underwear and Sehun’s cock springs free. Sehun bites his lip when Jongin starts to suck him off, hands clutching his ass.

“Take these off,” Jongin whispers, and Sehun gets off of Jongin to get rid of the panties. He gasps as Jongin pushes him onto his hands and knees, the panties still around his ankles. He gasps again and feels the need to bury his face in the sheets to keep quiet as Jongin tongues at his asshole. He varies between quick flicks of his tongue and slow, flat drags against Sehun’s pucker, digging his nails into the round of his ass and whispering affirmations as Sehun reaches for his cock and starts to tug away at it.

“Fuck me now,” Sehun begs. “Please, fuck me...”

“I need lube,” Jongin says and Sehun frantically waves a hand at the bathroom. Jongin leaps off of the bed, searches the cabinet behind the mirror above the sink, and successfully happens upon a barely used bottle of lube, which he uses to slick himself up as he makes his way back to Sehun.

“You might need a lot,” Sehun croons, and it’s the hottest thing Jongin’s ever heard but he still asks why. “I’m really tight. I don’t want to hurt you.” He manages to smile even as his eyes are hooded and lust-blown and he’s squeezing his cock like he’s trying hard not to cum right there.

And Sehun didn’t lie; regardless of the copious amounts of lube Jongin still finds resistance. Sehun pushes him away so that he can stretch himself, and the sight of Sehun two fingers deep and full makes Jongin want to push himself in right alongside them.

“Try it now,” Sehun pants, and Jongin does and he slips in easily now. Sehun fucks back on Jongin, on all fours again, using all of his weight to push and pull Jongin in and out of him. Jongin grabs his hips and slows him so that he can lay back and Sehun could ride him like that.

“No, no, I want to face you,” Sehun says, and he fucking spins himself around with Jongin still inside of him. Jongin clutches Sehun’s hips as he starts again, staring down at Jongin as he rolls his hips and puts his hands on Jongin’s chest to propel himself. Jongin mumbles every word he can think of to tell Sehun he’s doing such a good job and Sehun sucks air in sharply through his teeth as if using that to keep him from moaning aloud -- but he can’t help it, and as he lets out a loud groan, Jongin wraps his arms around him and hugs him tight and lets him do so into the crook of his neck, taking the lead now and bucking his hips up, hard, into Sehun. Sehun lets out a string of curses and bites and sucks wherever he can. “If you keep fucking me like that, I’m going to cum so hard you’re going to need to take another shower,” Sehun warns with an exasperated laugh.

“Go ahead,” Jongin manages, though breathless. “That’s so fucking hot, do it.”

Sehun makes a sound like he’s about to respond but his words get caught in his throat as he does exactly what he warned, cums hot and hard against Jongin’s stomach. Sehun is a trembling mess as he sits up and leans back with his hands on Jongin’s thighs. “Keep fucking me... I want to feel you cum inside me.”

It doesn’t take long for Jongin to deliver on Sehun’s desire. Sehun helps him ride out his orgasm then slowly lets him slide out of him, and he takes Jongin’s cock into his mouth once more and sucks the cum off of it.

“You taste amazing,” Sehun says, moving back up to kiss Jongin, and Jongin lets him and actually enjoys the taste of himself on Sehun’s lips.

“Well, it was very nice to meet you,” Nara’s mother says in the morning. “We hope to see you back here soon.”

“Oh, of course,” Jongin said, hugging Nara to him. “It was nice meeting you all, too.” He locks eyes with Sehun momentarily, and Sehun raises an eyebrow before he walks away.

“Have a safe drive home,” Mr. Oh says, and Jongin and Nara nod and say their goodbyes.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Nara asks once they’re in the car.

“Not at all,” Jongin says, and he means it, even though he’s torn between feeling awful and not caring at all. “Your brother’s pretty cool.”

“Aw, I’m glad you like him. I was hoping you’d get along,” Nara says excitedly. “This all went better than I expected.”

Jongin starts the car and says nothing more. There’s nothing else he can say.

prompt here though i altered a bit hehe
thank you to kimmy for being lovely and giving me better ideas u r so special 2 me