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1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use trigger warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
Jongdae crying was mentioned in this prompt: http://exopromptmeme.livejournal.com/1757.html?thread=334557&#t334557 but the way I wrote it doesn't quite fit. Damn :|
Once the intercom goes silent, Jongdae quietly untangles himself from the embrace Tao had pulled him into while they both napped and goes straight to the other room. The door doesn’t shut behind him.
Minseok feels like he can’t breathe. No one’s looking at him or maybe they all are. His skin itches anyway but he keeps his eyes clenched shut until he feels a hand land on his shoulder. Kyungsoo’s eyes are big and sad when Minseok looks up.
“Are you ok, hyung?” Kyungsoo asks.
Minseok wants to snort and snark, but these are his dongsaeng, his cute little brothers. He needs to be a good role model for them because he isn’t the only one who has to fuck his best friends.
“It’s fine,” Minseok says. He doesn’t look around the room as he stands up and Kyungsoo’s hand falls from his shoulder. He doesn’t think he could bear to see Luhan avoid his gaze again, to see him so ashamed.
The door shutting behind Minseok is loud.
“Hey,” Jongdae says, crouched on the mattress. His mouth is set in a tight line. Minseok thinks Jongdae could use a hug from Kyungsoo, too.
“Hey,” Minseok replies. It’s awkward, but then again everything about this is.
“There’s barely any lube left,” Jongdae says.
Minseok doesn’t know what to say in response.
“You fucked him, right?” Jongdae says. He’s slowly unbuttoning his pants, like he’s hoping that someone will pop out and tell him that he can stop, that he won’t have to do this. Not again.
They’d all heard Jongdae and Kris earlier. They’re all pretending they didn’t, but Jongdae’s voice carries. No one had known what to do when one of their friends was crying and they couldn’t do anything to help him. Tao had cried along. It hadn’t made things better.
Minseok nods. He tries not to think about Luhan in his lap, Luhan tight around him, Luhan not looking at him anymore, but it’s still better than remembering Jongdae’s stiff movements when he had come back to them, Kris looking even more wrecked than before even though the he’d already gotten the antidote.
“Take your pants off,” Jongdae whispers. He pushes his own down his thighs and kicks them off. There are purple bruises on his hips and thighs. He spreads his legs and stares at the ceiling.
“We don’t-“ Minseok starts but he stops himself. This is not the time for empty promises and assurances. They’re steadily running out of lube. Jongdae is at least still a little slick and Minseok isn’t prepped at all. It’s only logical to do it like this. Maybe the next two won’t have to suffer quite as much. Jongdae can be thoughtful, too.
Minseok quietly pulls his jeans down and kneels in between Jongdae’s long legs. Jongdae hasn’t made a move to take more off than is absolutely necessary so Minseok doesn’t either.
This is when they should start fucking, Minseok thinks. It was easy with Luhan, because Luhan had always been a little flirty and Luhan was experienced and Luhan was good enough with his mouth to get them both started.
Jongdae looks pained and stoic. Minseok wants the Jongdae back that whines and teases and bullies everyone into doing what he wants.
Somewhere in the other room, the clock is ticking. Jongin and Kris are suffering. Their band mates are worried. They don’t have the luxury of waiting for things to feel more ok.
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Minseok opens his eyes and looks at Jongdae. They’re both completely soft.
There’s just an hour to do this. He has no idea how much time they’ve wasted already, how long they’ve made Kris and Jongin wait.
“Fuck,” Minseok hisses.
Jongdae flicks his gaze down to him. “Can’t get it up?”
Minseok doesn’t tell him to shut up because Jongdae asking nosy questions is much better than Jongdae breaking down right front of him. He ends up shaking his head, even though Jongdae’s already eyeing his limp dick.
“I’m offended,” Jongdae says. “I’m hot shit, Kim.”
It’s enough to startle a small laugh out of Minseok. “Sure you are, Chen-Chen.”
Jongdae smiles a little, but his gaze travels away from Minseok and back to the ceiling again. “What did Luhan do earlier?”
“Sucked me off,” Minseok says. He wants to add he’s good with his mouth or something like that because that’s how they usually talk on the long nights in China when they trade stories about past lovers, past friends, past conquests to distract from the homesickness that none of their band mates quite understand. It’s Luhan, though, and Luhan is not a “past” at all.
Jongdae is silent for a moment. “Is it ok if I just use my hand?” he finally asks.
Minseok stares at him. “You want to-“
“I want you to get hard and appreciate getting to defile my godlike body,” Jongdae says. He almost sounds confident. He still flinches when he sits up.
“Close your eyes,” Jongdae commands when he gets his hand around Minseok. “Pretend I’m a girl or something.”
Minseok obeys. Jongdae’s fingers are small and bony. The touches are a little too tight with a little too much friction. He tries to ignore the sounds of Jongdae spitting into his hand but at least the slide is smoother after that.
He tries thinking about the lesbian porn stars again, rubbing against each other, gasping in pleasure. He doesn’t allow himself to think about Luhan again. He’s still soft.
Jongdae sighs. “You really suck at this.”
Minseok peers at him. “I’m about to fuck my friend. Sorry I’m not turned on.”
Jongdae is biting his lip. He keeps gently stroking Minseok’s flaccid dick even though it’s not helping. Minseok doesn’t want to think about what happens if they don’t do it soon. The possibility of failure is high but the price they’d have to pay is higher still. Being responsible for his friends’ death is not helping with the arousal.
“Close your eyes again,” Jongdae orders. Minseok is happy to stop looking at Jongdae’s lost expression. “I’m going to try something. Might as well.”
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Minseok grins.
“Shut up,” Jongdae scolds. He buries his face into Minseok’s neck and breathes hotly against his skin. Goose bumps erupt all over Minseok’s arms.
“We just made out for a bit and that was cool, he wanted me and I started to want him, too. He threw me onto the mattress and started ripping my clothes off. There was not a lot more lube then than there is now. He said it was fine, that he’d make it good for me. Started rambling about how good I looked, how much he wanted me, how he couldn’t wait to get inside me. You know I like having my ego stroked.”
They both laugh at that. Minseok opens his eyes. He’s half-hard in Jongdae’s grip. Jongdae is biting at Minseok’s neck because he’s a brat. Minseok releases a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. It’s still awkward, but this is them, Kim Brothers, EXO-M’s Korea-line, talking about past conquests, sharing experiences. It’s ok that Jongdae slept with Kris. Maybe it’s ok if Jongdae sleeps with Minseok, now, too.
“He’s such a fucking gentleman, you know? Literally shaking from that stupid drug and he’s still trying to be nice about spreading my legs. He started with the lube but we didn’t want to waste any and I thought it would be fine and all.”
Jongdae stops here and exhales shakily against Minseok’s skin. Minseok starts rubbing his back.
“Duizhang’s fucking huge. It hurt really bad. He couldn’t get more than half inside me. Started moaning about how tight I was, that I had to relax and all. It’s not like it’s easy, though. He pulled out after a while.”
Minseok wraps one of his hands around Jongdae’s fingers around his dick and starts stroking himself. He can’t afford to lose this erection. Jongdae picks up immediately and starts talking again.
“Sorry, kind of a mood-killer, right? Don’t worry, Kris was determined, and this is the good part. He kind of slid down and I thought, ok, blowjobs are the good kind of apology, let’s try this. He didn’t touch me there, though, just spread my legs wider and then- Such a kinky fucker, huh, never expected him to start licking my hole, but he did and it was good, you know? A little weird and I think I would’ve kicked him in the face normally, but he just tongued me more and more and slipped his fingers back in with a little more lube. Still not enough and spit really suck as lube, but after a while he got really good with his fingers and I was just a second away from coming with his fingers in my ass and his tongue licking at hole like he’d try to fit that inside, too.”
Jongdae pulls back from Minseok and licks his lips. They’re both hard now, heavy in their laps.
“He pulled back then,” Jongdae says as he lies back down on the mattress. He pulls on Minseok’s arm until they’re pressed together, rubbing against each other’s hips. “Kissed me because he’s a romantic and put his dick back inside me.”
They both grope for the lube and a condom, and Jongdae puts a bit on his fingers and slicks Minseok’s cock before he slips two fingers inside his ass.
“It still hurt, but not as much anymore. I really wanted it. When he came he kept fucking me until I thought I’d faint from the sensations.” Jongdae licks his lips again and pulls his fingers out of himself. “It was ok, it was good, he’s still my friend.”
“Jongdae,” Minseok rasps.
“You’re still my friend, too,” Jongdae says, cat-like grin stretching across his face. “Now fuck me.”
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“At least your dick is smaller,” Jongdae murmurs.
They don’t kiss. Minseok pulls out and thrusts back in and Jongdae yelps and clutches at Minseok’s arms, digs his heels into Minseok’s ass to hurry him along - somewhere, the clock is still ticking - moans when Minseok leans closer so Jongdae can rub his cock against Minseok’s stomach where his shirt is riding up.
Jongdae comes sticky all over Minseok’s belly and flops limply back to the mattress. He’s sweaty and still panting hard. His hoodie is wrinkled. He’s not crying.
Minseok spills into the condom and rides his orgasm out in a couple of long strokes into Jongdae’s body. He wonders how long they were in here, how long they were fucking, hopes they were on time.
Jongdae is looking at him when Minseok peels the condom off and starts looking for his pants.
“What?” Minseok asks.
“You’re still my friend,” Jongdae says.
His legs are still spread, his ass is gleaming with lube. Minseok finds his jeans and Jongdae’s pants. He doesn’t think about Jongdae whispering filth about Kris into his ear, doesn’t think about Jongdae’s mouth or the way he’d clenched around Minseok when he came. He doesn’t think about the way his hands had clenched around Luhan’s hips and the way Luhan won’t meet his eyes now.
“Of course I am,” Minseok answers and helps Jongdae sit up.
For now, he doesn’t think about how awkward it had been, how Jongdae had stilled looked pained while Minseok had been fucking him. It’s all ok. They will make sure Kris and Jongin survive these 72 hours and after that, he and Jongdae will still be friends. They will still tell each other complicated puns in Korean while everyone’s speaking Mandarin around them. Maybe at one point, Minseok will tell Jongdae about Luhan. Maybe not.
“Let’s get out of here,” Minseok says. Six hours from now, two of their group will be forced to have sex. Maybe Jongdae will be one of them. Maybe Minseok will.
For now, Minseok smiles at Jongdae and wipes cooling come off his skin. They’re still friends. It’s all ok.
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How Minseok insists that they're okay LIES T.T and they're still friends.
How despite everything, Jongdae tries to crack a few jokes to make things better.
Their Exo-M Korea-line bond and how what they have to do might destroy that.
You connected it so well with previous parts, too. And I think your no-nonsense writing style fits the situation and XiuChen's characters really well.
/done pretending to be coherent, sinks down and weeps
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Every single one of them cares too much about each other, makes you rethink the "We are one" slogan in such a heartbreaking way.
Jongdae coming through and helping Minseok despite being in pain, I broke, sobs.
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oops i have a lot of feelings for this
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