(for ambulanceu) In Theory [2/2]
Title: In Theory
part one
It was good, so they kept going. No questions asked, not really talking about it, just gravitating towards each other a lot, or more like Jongin's ass being a magnet for Sehun's dick. But only when they couldn't get girls. Girls were First Priority.
"I need to fuck," Sehun said with a straight face after they'd finished eating microwaved curry in his shitty apartment at 2 AM. The smell of cigarettes was still lingering heavily in the air, along with a spilled Beck’s, and it made for quite a nauseating atmosphere.
"Okay? Why are you telling me this?" Jongin asked while trying to concentrate on the whale documentary they were 'watching'.
"Do you see any girls here?" Sehun pressed. Jongin finally stopped trying to listen to the fancy narrator, turning his head lethargically to the side.
"What's your point?"
"Can you just let me stick it in for a bit?" Sehun said in a quick breath, as if he'd been practically bursting to say it. "Fuck-- I just need to pretend you're Dakota Fanning for like ten minutes or something; I couldn't stop springing a boner at the cinema."
Jongin grimaced. "How is that my problem?"
"Don't you need release too? Please, Jongin, please-- Christ, I'm so hard still. It's been at least a month since I got some freshie to suck me off at recess. I can't even get my neighbor to put out."
"What do you want me to do?" Jongin asked, trying to act relatively disinterested. He would never admit that the last piece of action he'd gotten was when he'd blown Sehun at the McDonald's bathroom about a week ago and that he was craving more like some addict.
"Just lay still and pretend to be Dakota Fanning. Like lie on your front so that I can only see your back. I'll strip you down and fuck you good. You should be proper tight too since it's been so long. Please, Jesus--"
"Alright," Jongin mumbled. Sehun raised an eyebrow, eyes trailing down Jongin's body.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Just quit pestering me."
Sehun was on it within seconds, and soon enough Jongin found himself staring at some bunched up, frilly, pink panties, held tight in Sehun's fist.
"Wear these, okay?" Sehun requested, dropping them in Jongin's lap.
"Where the hell did you get those?"
"It doesn't matter--"
"Yeah, it does!" Jongin protested. His cheeks were flaming hot. "I need to know if the guy I'm sleeping with got chlamydia from some hooker!"
"I got them from H&M a couple days ago; chill," Sehun insisted, face now dusted with a faint blush. Jongin found it weird, but he didn't say anything, because he was weirder. Like he was actually getting turned on by the thought of wearing those panties weirder.
Sehun was one second from declaring his rebirth when he finally slid into underwear-clad Jongin's ass on his leather couch, lube slightly cold still but Jongin's thighs warmer than newly baked bread. He could hear Jongin groan, and felt himself pulse wildly, observing how the pink underwear clung to his hips while Sehun held it aside from his crack to make way for his girth.
"Shit, you're tight. Look how good you're sucking in my cock."
Jongin was being good, just like he'd told him to, quiet as a mouse aside from the sounds of pleasure or pain that he was unable to suppress. Sehun tried to imagine Dakota Fanning laying there, just like how she looked in Very Good Girls, but Jongin was neither blonde nor pale, nor worrisomely thin. But somehow it was still good. It still worked. Lace brushed against his dick as he thrust down into slick ass, and Jongin kept arching his back and making high-pitched noises when he went particularly deep.
"Oh fuck, so fucking good," Sehun mumbled, his orgasm approaching faster than he'd expected as he made one last attempt at imagining Dakota Fanning taking his dick while tilting his head up. When he opened his eyes he saw Jongin was drooling onto his couch, -the only thing he actually cared about in his run down place of residence- and he'd tell him off, but he really didn't give a fuck when he was seconds from the best orgasm of his life.
He came inside Jongin, only to have the other complain for a good, straight hour afterwards, whining about how it was sticky and gross and how he'd smell bad for ages.
"Worse than you already do?" Sehun shot back, and then they watched a documentary on human trafficking in developing countries while smoking his dad's last Marlboro Lights to get rid of the stench of sweat and sex before his mom got home from work.
*
For a lame and generally boring person, Sehun cared way too much about 'authentic' hipster music. Jongin had to follow his ass to the record shop every damn Friday so that he could check for new, limited edition collector's versions of The Clash vinyl albums. They were old and smelled and had beverage stains on them, but Sehun still treated them like they were tiny diamond children, and got mad at Jongin if he so much as touched them without washing his hands. Jongin swore Sehun would save the records before him if they were ever caught in a life or death situation.
Sehun thought Jongin was too anal about balls. More specifically: basketballs. He had like fifty and they were all lined up on top of his dresser collecting dust because they were too special to actually be used, which made them pointless. They were all authentic Spalding, some signed and others not, which Jongin had spent many accumulated allowances on on Ebay.
The good thing was that they were both into skateboarding, and so they could borrow each other's boards or GoPros whenever they went to the half pipes or wedge ramps. As well as laugh when the other nutted it on one of the rails while capturing it all on video, then uploading said video onto Youtube in the hopes of achieving viral success. While the viral success was sparse, they did get some girls to fawn over them whenever they scraped up their knees real good. And then of course there was that one time when Jongin had broken his arm trying to pivot grind down the public library staircase handrail. There had been a small cluster of girls at the bottom whom he'd intended to impress, but he'd slipped and skidded on the pavement. Thankfully, the dark failure had turned into a flaming success when they'd all come rushing to his side to stroke his hair and call an ambulance immediately after he felt the crunch. Sehun had mouthed ‘fuck you’ to him from the side-lines.
*
Sehun was fisting Jongin's hair and yanking it while fucking into him doggy-style, meaning Jongin's back was arched to the limit and he could feel every dull but painful stab of Sehun's cock against his prostate while also feeling like a String Cheese.
They were in a janitor's closet trying to keep quiet, but failing miserably. The rest of the school was having an assembly in the auditorium, while Sehun and Jongin were too used to skipping class to even consider going to the least important event of the day.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jongin breathed like a mantra, feeling kind of embarrassed because his voice broke while he said it and he felt like he might cry, but Sehun wasn't softening up any, so that was a good sign.
"Say you love cock," Sehun blurted out, pulling on his hair even more. Jongin didn't complain like the girls always did, so that was a plus.
The smaller froze. "What?"
"Just say it?” Sehun repeated. “I really wanna hear you say it."
Jongin let himself be pushed up against the door a couple more times before he shoved at Sehun's face, frowning.
"What the--"
"Okay listen here, asshole, because I'm only gonna say this once. I know I asked if we could experiment and stuff, but seriously--"
Sehun took that moment to press completely into Jongin, flattening him against the door, and Jongin's words died in his throat, his lips catching wood. He could hear Sehun breathing hard into his ear, before he felt him lick the shell of it and attempt to sound commanding when he repeated, "Say it."
"Fuck off, Shitface. Fucking soggy piece of no-good asshole cum-stain welfare-whore motherfucker. I said No."
Sehun sighed, then pulled out of him without warning, relinquishing his hold and everything, which made Jongin slide down to the floor, irritated beyond reason.
"What the flying--"
"Say it. Or you can't have it," Sehun pressed. His hand was gripping his shaft tight around the base, moving it up and down so that lube or pre-cum trickled off the head. It looked fat and veiny and Jongin kinda wanted it in his mouth, but he definitely wouldn't say that. No no. Sehun was just being a chauvinistic fuckboy with way too much cock-pride to be real.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jongin said, trying to ignore the saliva building up in his mouth. Sehun smirked, stepping up to him again and caressing his cheek with his hand a moment before he nudged his dick against his face instead. It was wet and practically radiating heat and Jongin was leaking pathetically onto his own thighs and possibly down his pants which where somewhere bunched on the expanse of his legs.
Sehun teased him good, touching the head of his dick everywhere, but whenever Jongin tried to take him into his mouth or lick at him, he'd move it away.
"Please..." Jongin was so beyond begging. Sehun smirked, and Jongin regretted opening his mouth at all. But he knew what Sehun wanted. "Fine, I--...I-I love cock."
"What was that?" Sehun teased, and Jongin was about to punch him in the shin, but instead he got a bunch of curly pubic hair up his nose.
"I said I fucking love dick, fucking hell," he rambled while trying to spit out some of the vile hairs that had somehow found their way to his lips.
"Fuck yeah you do," Sehun said enthusiastically, and Jongin saw him twitching and throbbing wildly. "Mine's best, though, right?"
Jongin raised his eyebrows, but quickly mumbled out a, "Sure. Whatever," because he was so damn hard so if Sehun wanted to try out some macho, dirty-talk-esque possessive shit before getting him off, he wasn't in the place to give a single (or double) fuck.
Sehun finally fed him his cock, not so much fed as shoved it down his throat, but the sentiment was there. Jongin choked, feeling so full and dirty and honestly just thirsty for Sehun's come, to be perfectly explicit.
"You love it." Okay so Sehun needed to work on his dirty talk because; "You love this." PLEASE. "No homo."
Definitely, Jongin mumbled in his head as he came hard onto his own stomach while Sehun was choking him with his dick, seeing stars and God and all sorts of things that definitely were A Little Bit Homo.
Sehun spit down on his mouth and then thrust erratically into him and Jongin swore he would kill him once his throat was cock-free, that sick fucker. He gurgled and gagged a few times, but still somehow loved it, because apparently he was a cum-guzzling whore, and Sehun came down his throat when Jongin whined around his member and it vibrated.
The taller groaned loudly, staying in him until Jongin punched his hip to get air. As soon as Sehun pulled out, Jongin fell forward, coughing and drooling long strings of saliva and come onto the floor. They were quiet for a few minutes, Jongin attempting to wipe his face and Sehun tucking himself back in his pants.
"Anyways..." Sehun started, handing Jongin his crumpled t-shirt.
"Anyways," Jongin agreed, taking it from him without looking the other in the eyes.
"Maybe 'anyways' will be our 'forever'," Sehun said with a mock sigh and loving stare down at Jongin, who could still feel come at the back of his tongue.
"Shut the fuck up you John Green-loving, cardboard-faced motherfucker," he snapped, feeling something drip off his chin and quickly wiping it away. "Did you even get the answer sheet from Mr. Jung yesterday?"
"Yeah. It's in my backpack. I have to put it back before he notices it's gone, though."
Jongin wrestled on his t-shirt, checking with his fingers to see if he had any odd-looking wet patches in his hair. Sehun was airing out his own shirt, uncaring about what his face looked like.
"Can you suck mine next time?" Jongin piped up, getting his legs into gear and finally pushing himself off the dingy floor. He thought his request was only fair, considering all the mess he'd been put through just seconds ago.
"I don't suck cock," Sehun said firmly, accompanied by a shrug. "That's for gaylords like you to do."
Jongin hated himself for finding out he liked giving blowjobs so damn much and didn't even try to argue, because he'd creamed himself from sucking on Sehun and there was no way Sehun hadn't noticed that.
*
They were playing the new Super Smash Bros and Sehun was winning. Their Saturdays were always spent like that; chilling and fucking around in Sehun's apartment, usually playing video games.
The only difference was that this time Jongin suddenly appeared between his knees to mouth at his dick when Sehun was finally in the lead, the tanned boy’s controller forgotten on the couch.
Jongin was unreal and he was a sneaky cheater and sore loser.
"Ah shit," Sehun groaned, Jongin now popping his button and pulling down the zipper. He knew what he was trying to do, but he wasn't going to let it work. "Fuck you."
"Oooh, Daddy," Jongin breathed over his clothed cock and then laughed hysterically when Sehun finally tore his eyes away from the screen to glare at him, looking scandalized. "Want you in my mouth."
"Shut the fuck up and stop being a little bitch just because you're not winning the game," Sehun mumbled, hitting a few buttons and moving his character to hide on a ledge before he grabbed Jongin's controller and shoved it into his face to make him stop licking at Sehun's now hardening length.
When he realized that Jongin started sucking on his PlayStation controller instead, he pulled it away and hastily yanked down his pants.
"Fucking fine. Open up, then."
Jongin looked excited, but that changed quickly when Sehun shoved him onto his back with his pelvis and proceeded to sink his dick into Jongin's ready mouth while straddling his head. He grabbed his controller again, continuing to play while beginning to rut in and out of Jongin's throat. He could hear him choking, and felt warm hands pushing on his thighs.
Sehun fucked Jongin's mouth and won their game at the same time, which he still claimed as one of his biggest accomplishments to date. Jongin was looking sour by the end of it, hair messed up and stroking his sore neck.
"That wasn't nice," Jongin said, voice hoarse. He had tears run down his cheeks and his lips were flaming red. Sehun liked that look.
"Says the cheating whore. You can't get your way with your dick-sucking lips all the time."
"That's not what Mr. Park said when I got that A in English," Jongin murmured proudly, flashing Sehun a teasing grin. "He was more than happy to give in."
Sehun knew Jongin was trying to get him back by riling him up and he hated himself because it was working.
He growled and then walked off into his mother's bedroom, because Jongin really had gotten an A. He went straight for her 'secret drawer' and pulled out an unopened box with sparse labelling on it. He had found it the other day while checking her drawers for money. Sehun couldn't buy those things himself, because someone might suspect they were for him, and he had too much Top Pride to ever let that happen. So he'd gotten lucky.
"Jongin!" he barked, pulling out the pink vibrator that he'd been eyeing since last week. "Get your ass in here."
"My ass is fine in the living room!" Jongin retorted, in a way that was more of a verbal middle finger in the air than a polite decline. Getting even more heated, Sehun stormed out and headed straight for him, Jongin realizing and reacting slightly too late, which ended in Sehun chasing him for about one second before he tackled Jongin to the ground, pressing him face flat in the carpet and pulling down his pants just enough to reveal the globes of his ass, and more importantly, his twitching hole.
"What are you--"
"I'm giving what you want," Sehun insisted, spitting down on Jongin and sucking on the vibrator once before he began stuffing it in his boy toy. Jongin tensed and then relaxed, letting out a sultry moan while he wiggled his ass to welcome the object.
"Knew you'd come around," Jongin said, closing his eyes as the toy pressed up against his prostate. "Ooh, oh...fuck..." Before Jongin could say anything else, Sehun had begun taping his arms behind his back with the masking tape from his dad's closet. "What the fuck?" Jongin piped up, confused, but too turned on to struggle. When he was done, Sehun switched the vibrator on and turned the dial to max, getting way too much satisfaction from hearing Jongin lose it against the carpet.
He stood up, dusting off his hands and combing through his hair with his fingers while Jongin whimpered and twitched on the floor. Sehun could only imagine how much his dick would be hurting rubbing all hard against that carpet.
"How many times do you think you can come untouched today, Jonginnie? Ten? Twenty?"
His best friend howled and Sehun chuckled to himself, loving it when he was able to give Jongin a taste of his own medicine. He used his foot to slightly nudge at Jongin's tense body, wondering how unbearable the heat from his clothes would be in a few minutes. The nudge did more harm than good, as Jongin’s heated member was squished more into the carpet.
"Hah…fuck, Sehun..."
"Do you want someone walking in on you like this, hm?" Sehun suggested, taking a seat on the couch and going back to playing the game, this time on one-player mode. He liked playing alone better anyways. "My mom maybe? Or my dad? I've always wondered if my dad was a repressed homosexual; I guess we can use this opportunity to find out."
"You are one sick fuck," Jongin mumbled into the floor, nose already hurting from carpet burns. The vibrations were strong and killing him and he would be lying if he said he hadn't come already, and that he was immediately hard again because of the assault to his sensitive hole.
Sehun's parents were both away at a dinner party and wouldn't be coming home until late, but Jongin didn't need to know that.
The bound boy wiggled around a lot and turned and attempted to get up, but all attempts either failed or accidentally pushed the vibrator deeper into him, making him shriek. It was hilarious to watch (arousing too, no less) and Sehun had to constantly pick between whether to gloat and remain victorious or give in and jerk off to the display.
Sehun left him like that for about an hour, until his carpet was soaked in Jongin's come and sweat and the boy's shivering body had given up trying to fight his way out of the tape. He was spent and exhausted and complained about how much he ached, and Sehun had mercy on him, pulling the evil vibrator out and removing the tape, then helping a boneless Jongin up on the couch and resting him over his lap.
"You're fucking scary when you're pissed off and I hate you," Jongin scoffed into his jeans. Sehun smirked and pet his ass some, not letting Jongin escape the required after-sex-cuddles. Well, after-torture this time.
He knew Jongin's words were lies when he fell asleep in Sehun's arms, knees curled slightly into him.
*
Parties were a bore. Sehun and Jongin only went to them because they were promised good food like taquitos and Cheez-Its. And it was Suho's party, aka the class president and resident rich-boy fucknut who would get his panties in a twist if not everybody on the planet showed up to shower him with attention.
At least there was music. Shitty techno from 2008, but still something. Everyone was there too, noisy and rowdy to match the music, stinking up the place with sweat.
Sehun and Jongin had just come out of the bathroom after finishing each other off with handjobs, because they were bored out of their minds and nobody liked talking to them. Sehun ditched, however, when he said he was going for a smoke with Xiumin, which left Jongin more or less solo in the sea of pretentious teenagers who liked wearing expensive clothing and their Daddy's Armani perfume.
"Shit party, huh?" Someone said to him, and Jongin almost jumped when he saw it was Kyungsoo, who was one of the most popular boys in their grade. Mostly for monetary reasons.
"Yeah. Blows," Jongin agreed, mad that he could be at home right now playing FIFA.
"I heard you blow too."
Jongin flinched, his head turning cold. Kyungsoo looked eager. "Excuse me?"
"Word on the street has it you like sucking dick."
"How the fuck--" Jongin started, feeling betrayed and angry at Sehun, who had apparently broken their pact and run his yap somewhere for some reason Jongin couldn't fathom. "Who told you?"
"Whoa, I was just kidding," Kyungsoo said, laughing loudly, and Jongin blushed wildly, feeling like dying for outing himself. He hung his head low, ready to duck out from the encounter and bounce, but Kyungsoo grabbed his arm. "It's cool, though. I don’t mind."
He probably did mind, but Jongin was fucking ditched and he'd rather spend his time with Kyungsoo than look like a fucking loser standing all by himself at a party. Where the hell was Sehun anyways?
"Wanna get out of here?" Kyungsoo suggested. "I don't know about you, but the Cheez-Its smell is really not something I find too appealing."
"Okay," Jongin agreed, trying not to think about how he actually really liked Cheez-Its. He mentally flipped Sehun the bird. Sehun always fucking did that. Ditched him. For those popular, preppy assholes they always talked about hating.
Fuck him.
Kyungsoo was already walking out of the crowd of people, and Jongin followed, shoving his hands into his pockets. Kyungsoo was wearing a nicely ironed, crisp shirt and pristine jeans, while Jongin was in a week-old Chris Jericho ca. 2007 t-shirt, jeans torn and grey from falling on the pavement while skateboarding. He only had like one pair of jeans. He swore Kyungsoo wore a new pair like every day.
Everything was smothered in a blanket of fog outside, and there was a slight chill. Kyungsoo stayed ten feet in front of him most of the time, and Jongin had to jog to catch up as they strayed from the gravel path outside Suho's house and progressed into what looked like a forest.
“Where the hell are we going?” Jongin mumbled, batting away a branch from his face as he passed a tree.
“Suho said there’s a lake up here somewhere," Kyungsoo turned around and told him with a smile. "Thought we could go adventuring."
It was kinda weird, hanging out with someone else besides Sehun. Not that he was a loner, but really, usually he found everyone too lame to even bother looking at them. Kyungsoo was supposed to be one of those people.
"Jackpot!" Kyungsoo shouted ahead of him, clapping his hands. "So he wasn't lying."
Ahead of them was a quiet body of water stretching as far as the eye could see, its mirror-like surface eerily unbroken. Jongin ignored the damp smell and walked up to the edge of it, touching it with his shoe. Ripples spread from his point of entry, disturbing the once calm waters.
With zero warning whatsoever, Jongin was jolted out of his thoughts when he was shoved face first into the water. It was shallow so he only got half-submerged, but it was enough to keep him alert and shiver from the icy temperature. He heard a laugh from above.
"Sorry! Shit-- I just couldn't resist." There were warm hands on him already, yanking him back out of the water. "Aw, look at you, all wet. You look like a puppy that got stuck in the rain."
"Fuck off," Jongin mumbled. "Christ, remind me to ignore your ass if you ever ask me to do something with you ever again."
"Oh don't be so prissy, Jongin," Kyungsoo chuckled. He was laying Jongin down on the ground, hovering over him and smiling. Jongin shivered, feeling like he couldn't move his limbs. Fucking immature prick. The girls all thought Kyungsoo and his gang were so grown-up and calm, but really all boys were assholes.
“You know...you’re really hot," Kyungsoo mused, reaching down and stroking a stray clump of wet hair away from Jongin's face. Jongin was about to blush, but luckily he caught himself.
“I know."
“But not modest, apparently," Kyungsoo remarked with a snort.
“Modesty doesn’t become me," Jongin retaliated with.
“Where’d you lean that phrase, Mr. Slacker Stoner? Thought boys like you couldn’t speak decently. Little, soon-to-be high school dropout.” Jongin glared at him, rolling his eyes as he was reminded of why he hated preppy douchebags. “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you," Kyungsoo quickly said. "I was just joking. I really am glad we somehow crossed paths.”
“Yeah, normally I wouldn’t be caught dead with a finicky, frat-boy bitch like you," Jongin muttered, trying to blink out some of the remaining freshwater from his eyes. Everything was blurry now.
“Ouch, the pretty rose has thorns,” Kyungsoo said with a snicker, stroking Jongin’s face tenderly before leaning in and grabbing Jongin’s chin, forcing the younger to lock eyes with him. “But the bitch here is gonna be you. You’ll be squealing like a little piggy when I test out how tight you are.”
That was when Jongin was made certain of the other's intentions. Not that he hadn't known initially, but he'd thought Kyungsoo of all people would be going for someone like Suho instead of...well, him.
“Who knew you could speak so filthy," Jongin whispered, feeling his cock ache in his pants at the bruising hold Kyungsoo had on his chin. Oh, so he was a sick masochist? Great.
"Trust me, a lot of people know," Kyungsoo breathed against Jongin's chapped lips. "Bottoms up."
*
Returning to school was weird, mostly because people who usually ignored Jongin were now staring at him like he'd sprouted a second head. Jongin ignored them for the most part. The only one he couldn't ignore was Sehun, who was giving him the most intense glare he'd probably ever gotten, excluding his mom's 'Really? The same underwear five days in a row?' glare.
"What's your damage?" Jongin finally ended up snapping at lunch time, Sehun spending more time glaring than eating and Jongin getting tired of his shit. It didn't take Sehun long to spew his issue.
"Dude...Kyungsoo? Really?" Sehun said, feeling heated. He wasn't jealous or anything, but Kyungsoo? Do Kyungsoo?
“Why are you surprised?" Jongin countered, sticking two fries in his mouth at the same time. "He’s hot.”
Sehun snorted, rolling his eyes. “He’s a fucking midget, is what he is.”
“Whatever, Sehun," Jongin dismissed him with, eating his last piece of chicken before he got up to put away his tray. He was too tired to deal with this shit today.
He left for the library. He had a free period and he couldn't deal with the circlejerks that occupied the tables outside. He whipped out his chemistry book and rubbed his temples, throwing it sloppily down on a free surface and accidentally knocking a load of papers off.
“You shouldn’t have done that," he heard from behind him as he was bending down, feeling Sehun's presence strong and incessant behind him. He turned his head around for a brief moment.
"What, are we married? Do I belong to you?" Jongin asked in a snappy voice, busy picking up the papers that had fallen off his desk. After quite a prolonged silence, Jongin mumbled, "Yeah, I didn't think so," hoping Sehun would fuck off back to smoking in the bathroom or whatever the hell he did when he wasn't with Jongin.
"But..." Sehun started, struggling with his words. He didn't even know why he was being such a whiny baby about everything, but apparently that was what he considered an appropriate response to yesterday's happenings. "I thought I--"
"You what? Were my ass-keeper?" Jongin retorted, voice more bitter than what it had been in the cafeteria. Sehun crossed his arms, feeling like that should help him, but he just looked petulant, probably. "You don't even want to wear a condom while fucking me, so excuse me for opting for someone who's more safe and has quite a bit of experience."
“More experience than me?" Sehun inquired, raising his eyebrow in disbelief. "Really now?”
“Don’t act like you’re some sex god," Jongin shot at him, opening his textbook angrily. "He’s actually gay, you know. So he doesn’t forget to jack me off in order for me to come alongside him. And he doesn't expect me to have tits."
"So you're gay, then?" Sehun asked. There was a long, awkward silence after that, and Jongin wished Sehun could leave him alone, but he kept standing right there behind him like a goddamn pest. Sehun could feel a headache coming on. "You're like those fucking...flamboyant fruit loops on TV?"
It was harsh and it hurt, even if Jongin had said similar things in the past. It was just dumb. Sehun was dumb.
"You're blocking my sun," Jongin muttered sarcastically, raising a hand up as if waving him away from precious rays. "And George Bush wants his insults back."
"Do you want me to stick my dick in someone else, then?" Sehun suggested, running a hand through his tangled hair. Jongin definitely didn't want to think about how Sehun's hair looked really cool in the library light and how his lean body looked so handsome standing in a slightly hunched state. "I'll do it."
"Do it. See if I care."
"Okay."
"Okay."
Jongin was staring out the window, trying way too hard to look like this wasn't fazing him one bit. Also trying not to think about how their conversation had just been 100% John Green trash, and Sehun would have found that funny. He could feel his chest clench instead. Silence, silence, silence, then came the sound of Sehun sighing and leaving out the library door, slamming it loudly behind himself.
*
The only issue with Sehun and Jongin purposefully avoiding each other was that they had a group project together with six other people due Monday, and Sunday night was the night they were supposed to be at Tao's house to pull an all-nighter to finish it.
Jongin sat on the couch, watching the Kardashians fuck around in Thailand for their annual holiday, and Sehun was sitting opposite some brunette who was wearing the lowest cut top ever. All Sehun did was stare at her tits, and all Jongin did was angrily avoid him, making sure to talk a lot with Kris and Baekhyun, who were interested in his opinions on Kim's scientifically proven, perfect ass.
"You have like...the guy version of a Kim ass, though," Kris commented, chugging down the remainder of his Monster energy drink. There was a gross display of junk food all around them and Jongin had said he didn't want any because he was beginning to pack on some pounds. "So it's not like it's a bad thing." Jongin hoped Sehun was fucking listening. He hoped Sehun fell into that girl's tits and was suffocated to death.
Sehun felt like he was suffocating. He could hear Kris' weird, offhanded comments from where he was sitting, and the pretty girl with the amazing body in front of him was actively trying to avoid helping him staple notes for their presentation. He didn't even know how eight people had turned into twelve...or sixteen, but people kept on piling in from nowhere, and Sehun was usually the last person to be doing any kind of work ever, but Jongin was over by the TV getting a lot of male attention and Sehun was too annoyed to speak to anyone.
"Do I staple these as well?" The girl asked him, holding up a stack of papers that he'd already stapled.
"Yeah," he replied, sarcastically, making a bet with himself concerning whether she'd be stupid enough to do it or not. He wished she'd stop talking to him, because he was getting a headache.
Actually...
"I like your necklace," Sehun said, pointing at the tiny heart pendant hanging on a string around the girl's neck.
"Thanks," she responded with, giggling. Sehun always asked himself why he never tried to get more girls. He was fucking hot and chill and he fucked well, for fuck's sake.
"So...History, huh?" He prompted, throwing his papers to the side. The girl seemed happy that he'd decided to talk to her.
The night progressed better than he'd expected. He'd gone from chatting with Staple Girl at 7pm to making out with Staple Girl at 4am, all while everyone else had passed out on the couches with pens in their hands.
"Oh fuck," the girl moaned in his ear, and Sehun caressed her soft cheek, licking into her slack mouth. "Fuck-- I'm getting so wet, Sehun."
So she knew his name. Sehun felt kind of bad for not remembering hers now. There were just so many people he hadn't gotten to know. He knew like three people that were there. He made up for it by kissing her neck and fondling her breasts through her lace top, wondering if she found the whole messing around while half their class was there thing hot or not.
"You wanna...?" He hinted, nodding upwards towards where the stairs headed. She grinned like a Cheshire cat, grabbing his hand and giggling cutely as they jogged upstairs, ending up stumbling into some random bedroom.
The girl pulled her top off quickly and yanked her skirt down, and Sehun was having some trouble trying to undo his pants. She ended up helping him, and he repaid her by lifting her up and laying her down on the bed, grinding against her as soon as her back met mattress.
He felt kind of weird, like what they were doing was bad. He didn't even know if he was that game for a quick fuck, but then the thought of Jongin laying down and spreading his legs for Kyungsoo of all people forced its way into his head again, and he got nauseous.
He placed his hands on either side of the pretty girl what’s-her-name’s head, feeling slightly weirded out because it was like he’d forgotten what to do with girls since he’d been sleeping with Jongin for so long.
“Are you gonna do me or what?” She asked impatiently, reaching up and rubbing his chest. The touch was soft. Nothing like Jongin’s, though. Jongin rarely touched him while they fucked. Sehun preferred holding his arms above his head and going hard on him anyways. But there was no lube now. No stretching or worrying if someone would hurt. Her perfume was Paris Hilton (she'd mentioned earlier) and it was immersive, so he nosed his way into the skin of his throat, running his lips up and down the veins hidden beneath the surface. The faint tingling of residual energy drink in his system had his eyes blurring and his heart racing, and he grinded against her in a hopeless attempt to get it up. He felt like he was mowing a lawn. “Really? Am I that unappealing?” She asked eventually, offended.
“Just shut up," he snapped, trying to focus.
“Wow. They all said you were a jerk. I should have believed them.” She sat up with a sour expression, and Sehun was reminded of all the other people that were present just downstairs.
“No-wait.” Sehun pushed her back down in the bed. “I’m sorry. I’m just on some, uh…pills. They make my system all weird.”
“You’re a druggie?”
“No, they’re medical. To fix some personal stuff.”
“So you’re crazy?”
“I’m not crazy. I didn’t say that.”
“But you said you were on-”
Sehun shut her up by leaning in and devouring her mouth entirely with his own, propelling his hands into action and latching them onto her tits, one in each. They fit snugly, and he hoped she could feel him even though he couldn't really feel his own hands. When he pulled away, her eyes were all stars.
“Wowee. Well your wacko ass can do whatever the hell you want to me,” she said with a giggle, winking up at him.
She was reaching for his pants, palming and moaning, and everything felt like it was happening in slow motion, blurring and bending and he was getting harder by the minute, but his stomach felt weird.
He heard a quiet click and thought nothing of it, keeping at kissing the girl's chest and holding her sides carefully. That was, until he heard a small sob from behind him, and whipped his head around to see Jongin standing there, looking pale and donning dark circles under his eyes, like he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. He was crying, kinda, wiping his one eye furiously and looking smaller than he ever had. There was snot run out of his nose and he seemed to be half asleep.
The girl beneath him had started breathing heavy, and Sehun realized she had fallen asleep. He pulled away from her like she was on fire, wiping his hands off on his pants. The air in the room felt thick and insufferable, and his skin was itching in discomfort.
He walked over to Jongin slowly, who was still sniffling. Maybe he'd lost his mind because it was so late. Or he was delirious due to all the energy drinks that had been going around. Either way he looked cute with red eyes that were wet with tears. No he didn't. What the hell, Sehun.
"D-Don't do it..." Sehun realized Jongin was talking when he finally looked at him properly, seeing his plump lips move. They were swollen and Jongin looked pale, and him and Sehun were standing so close they were breathing into each other's faces.
"I won't," he assured him, not sure what else to say, but that had come out automatically. All he knew was that he felt really bad. Their noses were pressed together now, gay as shit but fucking necessary.
"I'm sorry," Jongin mumbled, leaning into Sehun's shoulder. Sehun could tell he was really sleepy. What had woken him up, he wasn't sure.
"I know. I'm sorry too."
"He didn't fuck me," Jongin said quickly, just kinda standing against Sehun with his hands in his pockets, as if stubbornly trying to mask how fragile he felt. "Kyungsoo. I left him before he got to."
Sehun felt a huge weight lift off his chest, and couldn't help but smile in relief. He wrapped his arms around Jongin, leaning in to kiss his neck. Jongin moaned, grabbing at his waist.
"Sehun--"
"Good boy," Sehun mumbled against his skin, trailing an eager hand down to dip into his pants and cup his bare ass. "Always come running back to me in the end. Tell them who this belongs to," he growled while groping Jongin's ass hard with his left hand, letting a finger tease in between the crack.
Jongin groaned, his eyes tearing up from being so assaulted with Sehun's familiar smell and his stable voice. Sehun was kissing him before he knew it, sucking on his lips with an insatiable hunger and bringing a hand up to cradle his head and hold his hair firmly.
Then they were on the floor in a matter of seconds, clothes flying and saliva swapping. Hands everywhere. God, everything was so warm; he couldn't breathe.
“Fuck-please. Please, Sehun, please, I need-”
“I’m on it, I’m on it," Sehun assured him, getting a good suck on one of Jongin's hardened nipples before he ventured further. "Spread your legs for me-a little further-alright; that’s good.”
Jongin's warm thighs were wrapped around his waist and their arousals were pressing together, so good and so hot. Jongin was almost purple and leaking and Sehun felt bad for him because Jongin hadn't gotten much action lately for the lowkey cockslut that he was.
“Sehun,” Jongin hissed, gripping his biceps so hard that Sehun could feel his nails dig red, crescent shapes into his skin. "What if she hears and wakes up?"
"You'll just have to be quiet then, won't you?" Sehun mumbled, unable to get his cock coated in lube from his pocket fast enough. Oh yes, he'd always been a hopeful guy.
"I-I can't...."
Sehun chuckled and stuck three fingers into Jongin's mouth, right before he pushed into him. He could feel Jongin bite down and whimper, but he didn't mind, nor did his dick. The heat was suffocating and familiar, and Jongin clenched down on him, the whole thing made hotter by the fact that they had an unofficial semi-voyeur lying passed out on the bed next to them. Risk factor and shit.
"Fuck," Jongin choked out around his fingers, his forehead building up sweat and his face going red. "Fuck-- you're so big. So fucking good. So good..."
"Be quiet," Sehun commanded, but there was a proud lilt to his tone. He quickly added some words with a little grin, watching Jongin melt into a puddle before his eyes. And God, it was a pretty sight. "Fucking cockslut. Can't stay quiet when my dick is fucking you open, can you? Has it been that long? Is your body screaming for me?"
A free string of whimpers and complain-y noises wiggled out of Jongin, and Sehun checked the girl's sleeping body on the bed, fearing they'd been dumb enough to manage to wake her up.
Neither of them were there yet. Sehun didn't know if they ever would be. 'Out and proud', of whatever. Why did it have to matter? It didn't, but to other people they knew it would. It would change things, for no reason. Change people's views on them.
"Oh-- make me come, please," Jongin breathed, pouting his lips to get Sehun to kiss him. "I'm so close-- fuck-- ...ah...ah! Sehun!"
"Do you ever shut your mouth?" Sehun growled, meaning literally none of the things he said. It just seemed like the fitting thing to say. "So disobedient...so weak for my cock..."
Jongin nodded, reaching his arms up to pull Sehun closer and force them to finally kiss. Jongin came a few seconds later with a low groan, and said low groan vibrated in Sehun's throat, making him come too, fast and wet into Jongin. Like he was a damn geyser.
He wanted to collapse onto Jongin and just stay inside him forever, because he honestly had no better place to be. So he did.
*
Her name was Eunbin and she was a nice person. She didn't breathe a word to anyone about what she'd seen, and when they passed her in the halls she just smiled at them, as if proud or something. It was weird, but way better than Jongin getting chewed out by his basketball friends for being such a fucking insert-offensive-gay-terminology-here.
*
Sehun was deep inside Jongin again (when was he not?), even though they’d promised themselves to work on algebra that day, not the angle of fucking divided by dick in motion to the power of fat ass.
"You know…I think I like you the way I usually like girls. Like I want you to be mine. Only mine."
Jongin nodded, fisting his own erection, trying to get himself to come because Sehun was slowing down so much. "Thanks," he just ended up saying.
"Really? That's all I get?" Sehun asked with a frown, stilling completely now after being treated so aloofly post big-confession.
"Yeah, that's all you get for springing that on me while your ding dong is in my hooha."
"…I'm turned off now." Sehun said with a grimace.
"Good." Jongin blew his bangs away from his face, groaning in frustration. "Well...I like you like that too, I guess." "But I mean I also like ramen and my stomach is rumbling a little right now."
"The store is almost closed," Sehun protested half-heartedly.
"Exactly,” Jongin said with a smile. “Which is why you have to tell that man-sword of yours to hurry up and finish so that you can run down to buy me dehydrated noodles because you like me so much, you whipped bitch."
Sehun rolled his eyes, but already worked out in his head what his current wallet state would be with the cost of a couple cup ramen noodles subtracted from it.
part one
It was good, so they kept going. No questions asked, not really talking about it, just gravitating towards each other a lot, or more like Jongin's ass being a magnet for Sehun's dick. But only when they couldn't get girls. Girls were First Priority.
"I need to fuck," Sehun said with a straight face after they'd finished eating microwaved curry in his shitty apartment at 2 AM. The smell of cigarettes was still lingering heavily in the air, along with a spilled Beck’s, and it made for quite a nauseating atmosphere.
"Okay? Why are you telling me this?" Jongin asked while trying to concentrate on the whale documentary they were 'watching'.
"Do you see any girls here?" Sehun pressed. Jongin finally stopped trying to listen to the fancy narrator, turning his head lethargically to the side.
"What's your point?"
"Can you just let me stick it in for a bit?" Sehun said in a quick breath, as if he'd been practically bursting to say it. "Fuck-- I just need to pretend you're Dakota Fanning for like ten minutes or something; I couldn't stop springing a boner at the cinema."
Jongin grimaced. "How is that my problem?"
"Don't you need release too? Please, Jongin, please-- Christ, I'm so hard still. It's been at least a month since I got some freshie to suck me off at recess. I can't even get my neighbor to put out."
"What do you want me to do?" Jongin asked, trying to act relatively disinterested. He would never admit that the last piece of action he'd gotten was when he'd blown Sehun at the McDonald's bathroom about a week ago and that he was craving more like some addict.
"Just lay still and pretend to be Dakota Fanning. Like lie on your front so that I can only see your back. I'll strip you down and fuck you good. You should be proper tight too since it's been so long. Please, Jesus--"
"Alright," Jongin mumbled. Sehun raised an eyebrow, eyes trailing down Jongin's body.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Just quit pestering me."
Sehun was on it within seconds, and soon enough Jongin found himself staring at some bunched up, frilly, pink panties, held tight in Sehun's fist.
"Wear these, okay?" Sehun requested, dropping them in Jongin's lap.
"Where the hell did you get those?"
"It doesn't matter--"
"Yeah, it does!" Jongin protested. His cheeks were flaming hot. "I need to know if the guy I'm sleeping with got chlamydia from some hooker!"
"I got them from H&M a couple days ago; chill," Sehun insisted, face now dusted with a faint blush. Jongin found it weird, but he didn't say anything, because he was weirder. Like he was actually getting turned on by the thought of wearing those panties weirder.
Sehun was one second from declaring his rebirth when he finally slid into underwear-clad Jongin's ass on his leather couch, lube slightly cold still but Jongin's thighs warmer than newly baked bread. He could hear Jongin groan, and felt himself pulse wildly, observing how the pink underwear clung to his hips while Sehun held it aside from his crack to make way for his girth.
"Shit, you're tight. Look how good you're sucking in my cock."
Jongin was being good, just like he'd told him to, quiet as a mouse aside from the sounds of pleasure or pain that he was unable to suppress. Sehun tried to imagine Dakota Fanning laying there, just like how she looked in Very Good Girls, but Jongin was neither blonde nor pale, nor worrisomely thin. But somehow it was still good. It still worked. Lace brushed against his dick as he thrust down into slick ass, and Jongin kept arching his back and making high-pitched noises when he went particularly deep.
"Oh fuck, so fucking good," Sehun mumbled, his orgasm approaching faster than he'd expected as he made one last attempt at imagining Dakota Fanning taking his dick while tilting his head up. When he opened his eyes he saw Jongin was drooling onto his couch, -the only thing he actually cared about in his run down place of residence- and he'd tell him off, but he really didn't give a fuck when he was seconds from the best orgasm of his life.
He came inside Jongin, only to have the other complain for a good, straight hour afterwards, whining about how it was sticky and gross and how he'd smell bad for ages.
"Worse than you already do?" Sehun shot back, and then they watched a documentary on human trafficking in developing countries while smoking his dad's last Marlboro Lights to get rid of the stench of sweat and sex before his mom got home from work.
*
For a lame and generally boring person, Sehun cared way too much about 'authentic' hipster music. Jongin had to follow his ass to the record shop every damn Friday so that he could check for new, limited edition collector's versions of The Clash vinyl albums. They were old and smelled and had beverage stains on them, but Sehun still treated them like they were tiny diamond children, and got mad at Jongin if he so much as touched them without washing his hands. Jongin swore Sehun would save the records before him if they were ever caught in a life or death situation.
Sehun thought Jongin was too anal about balls. More specifically: basketballs. He had like fifty and they were all lined up on top of his dresser collecting dust because they were too special to actually be used, which made them pointless. They were all authentic Spalding, some signed and others not, which Jongin had spent many accumulated allowances on on Ebay.
The good thing was that they were both into skateboarding, and so they could borrow each other's boards or GoPros whenever they went to the half pipes or wedge ramps. As well as laugh when the other nutted it on one of the rails while capturing it all on video, then uploading said video onto Youtube in the hopes of achieving viral success. While the viral success was sparse, they did get some girls to fawn over them whenever they scraped up their knees real good. And then of course there was that one time when Jongin had broken his arm trying to pivot grind down the public library staircase handrail. There had been a small cluster of girls at the bottom whom he'd intended to impress, but he'd slipped and skidded on the pavement. Thankfully, the dark failure had turned into a flaming success when they'd all come rushing to his side to stroke his hair and call an ambulance immediately after he felt the crunch. Sehun had mouthed ‘fuck you’ to him from the side-lines.
*
Sehun was fisting Jongin's hair and yanking it while fucking into him doggy-style, meaning Jongin's back was arched to the limit and he could feel every dull but painful stab of Sehun's cock against his prostate while also feeling like a String Cheese.
They were in a janitor's closet trying to keep quiet, but failing miserably. The rest of the school was having an assembly in the auditorium, while Sehun and Jongin were too used to skipping class to even consider going to the least important event of the day.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jongin breathed like a mantra, feeling kind of embarrassed because his voice broke while he said it and he felt like he might cry, but Sehun wasn't softening up any, so that was a good sign.
"Say you love cock," Sehun blurted out, pulling on his hair even more. Jongin didn't complain like the girls always did, so that was a plus.
The smaller froze. "What?"
"Just say it?” Sehun repeated. “I really wanna hear you say it."
Jongin let himself be pushed up against the door a couple more times before he shoved at Sehun's face, frowning.
"What the--"
"Okay listen here, asshole, because I'm only gonna say this once. I know I asked if we could experiment and stuff, but seriously--"
Sehun took that moment to press completely into Jongin, flattening him against the door, and Jongin's words died in his throat, his lips catching wood. He could hear Sehun breathing hard into his ear, before he felt him lick the shell of it and attempt to sound commanding when he repeated, "Say it."
"Fuck off, Shitface. Fucking soggy piece of no-good asshole cum-stain welfare-whore motherfucker. I said No."
Sehun sighed, then pulled out of him without warning, relinquishing his hold and everything, which made Jongin slide down to the floor, irritated beyond reason.
"What the flying--"
"Say it. Or you can't have it," Sehun pressed. His hand was gripping his shaft tight around the base, moving it up and down so that lube or pre-cum trickled off the head. It looked fat and veiny and Jongin kinda wanted it in his mouth, but he definitely wouldn't say that. No no. Sehun was just being a chauvinistic fuckboy with way too much cock-pride to be real.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jongin said, trying to ignore the saliva building up in his mouth. Sehun smirked, stepping up to him again and caressing his cheek with his hand a moment before he nudged his dick against his face instead. It was wet and practically radiating heat and Jongin was leaking pathetically onto his own thighs and possibly down his pants which where somewhere bunched on the expanse of his legs.
Sehun teased him good, touching the head of his dick everywhere, but whenever Jongin tried to take him into his mouth or lick at him, he'd move it away.
"Please..." Jongin was so beyond begging. Sehun smirked, and Jongin regretted opening his mouth at all. But he knew what Sehun wanted. "Fine, I--...I-I love cock."
"What was that?" Sehun teased, and Jongin was about to punch him in the shin, but instead he got a bunch of curly pubic hair up his nose.
"I said I fucking love dick, fucking hell," he rambled while trying to spit out some of the vile hairs that had somehow found their way to his lips.
"Fuck yeah you do," Sehun said enthusiastically, and Jongin saw him twitching and throbbing wildly. "Mine's best, though, right?"
Jongin raised his eyebrows, but quickly mumbled out a, "Sure. Whatever," because he was so damn hard so if Sehun wanted to try out some macho, dirty-talk-esque possessive shit before getting him off, he wasn't in the place to give a single (or double) fuck.
Sehun finally fed him his cock, not so much fed as shoved it down his throat, but the sentiment was there. Jongin choked, feeling so full and dirty and honestly just thirsty for Sehun's come, to be perfectly explicit.
"You love it." Okay so Sehun needed to work on his dirty talk because; "You love this." PLEASE. "No homo."
Definitely, Jongin mumbled in his head as he came hard onto his own stomach while Sehun was choking him with his dick, seeing stars and God and all sorts of things that definitely were A Little Bit Homo.
Sehun spit down on his mouth and then thrust erratically into him and Jongin swore he would kill him once his throat was cock-free, that sick fucker. He gurgled and gagged a few times, but still somehow loved it, because apparently he was a cum-guzzling whore, and Sehun came down his throat when Jongin whined around his member and it vibrated.
The taller groaned loudly, staying in him until Jongin punched his hip to get air. As soon as Sehun pulled out, Jongin fell forward, coughing and drooling long strings of saliva and come onto the floor. They were quiet for a few minutes, Jongin attempting to wipe his face and Sehun tucking himself back in his pants.
"Anyways..." Sehun started, handing Jongin his crumpled t-shirt.
"Anyways," Jongin agreed, taking it from him without looking the other in the eyes.
"Maybe 'anyways' will be our 'forever'," Sehun said with a mock sigh and loving stare down at Jongin, who could still feel come at the back of his tongue.
"Shut the fuck up you John Green-loving, cardboard-faced motherfucker," he snapped, feeling something drip off his chin and quickly wiping it away. "Did you even get the answer sheet from Mr. Jung yesterday?"
"Yeah. It's in my backpack. I have to put it back before he notices it's gone, though."
Jongin wrestled on his t-shirt, checking with his fingers to see if he had any odd-looking wet patches in his hair. Sehun was airing out his own shirt, uncaring about what his face looked like.
"Can you suck mine next time?" Jongin piped up, getting his legs into gear and finally pushing himself off the dingy floor. He thought his request was only fair, considering all the mess he'd been put through just seconds ago.
"I don't suck cock," Sehun said firmly, accompanied by a shrug. "That's for gaylords like you to do."
Jongin hated himself for finding out he liked giving blowjobs so damn much and didn't even try to argue, because he'd creamed himself from sucking on Sehun and there was no way Sehun hadn't noticed that.
*
They were playing the new Super Smash Bros and Sehun was winning. Their Saturdays were always spent like that; chilling and fucking around in Sehun's apartment, usually playing video games.
The only difference was that this time Jongin suddenly appeared between his knees to mouth at his dick when Sehun was finally in the lead, the tanned boy’s controller forgotten on the couch.
Jongin was unreal and he was a sneaky cheater and sore loser.
"Ah shit," Sehun groaned, Jongin now popping his button and pulling down the zipper. He knew what he was trying to do, but he wasn't going to let it work. "Fuck you."
"Oooh, Daddy," Jongin breathed over his clothed cock and then laughed hysterically when Sehun finally tore his eyes away from the screen to glare at him, looking scandalized. "Want you in my mouth."
"Shut the fuck up and stop being a little bitch just because you're not winning the game," Sehun mumbled, hitting a few buttons and moving his character to hide on a ledge before he grabbed Jongin's controller and shoved it into his face to make him stop licking at Sehun's now hardening length.
When he realized that Jongin started sucking on his PlayStation controller instead, he pulled it away and hastily yanked down his pants.
"Fucking fine. Open up, then."
Jongin looked excited, but that changed quickly when Sehun shoved him onto his back with his pelvis and proceeded to sink his dick into Jongin's ready mouth while straddling his head. He grabbed his controller again, continuing to play while beginning to rut in and out of Jongin's throat. He could hear him choking, and felt warm hands pushing on his thighs.
Sehun fucked Jongin's mouth and won their game at the same time, which he still claimed as one of his biggest accomplishments to date. Jongin was looking sour by the end of it, hair messed up and stroking his sore neck.
"That wasn't nice," Jongin said, voice hoarse. He had tears run down his cheeks and his lips were flaming red. Sehun liked that look.
"Says the cheating whore. You can't get your way with your dick-sucking lips all the time."
"That's not what Mr. Park said when I got that A in English," Jongin murmured proudly, flashing Sehun a teasing grin. "He was more than happy to give in."
Sehun knew Jongin was trying to get him back by riling him up and he hated himself because it was working.
He growled and then walked off into his mother's bedroom, because Jongin really had gotten an A. He went straight for her 'secret drawer' and pulled out an unopened box with sparse labelling on it. He had found it the other day while checking her drawers for money. Sehun couldn't buy those things himself, because someone might suspect they were for him, and he had too much Top Pride to ever let that happen. So he'd gotten lucky.
"Jongin!" he barked, pulling out the pink vibrator that he'd been eyeing since last week. "Get your ass in here."
"My ass is fine in the living room!" Jongin retorted, in a way that was more of a verbal middle finger in the air than a polite decline. Getting even more heated, Sehun stormed out and headed straight for him, Jongin realizing and reacting slightly too late, which ended in Sehun chasing him for about one second before he tackled Jongin to the ground, pressing him face flat in the carpet and pulling down his pants just enough to reveal the globes of his ass, and more importantly, his twitching hole.
"What are you--"
"I'm giving what you want," Sehun insisted, spitting down on Jongin and sucking on the vibrator once before he began stuffing it in his boy toy. Jongin tensed and then relaxed, letting out a sultry moan while he wiggled his ass to welcome the object.
"Knew you'd come around," Jongin said, closing his eyes as the toy pressed up against his prostate. "Ooh, oh...fuck..." Before Jongin could say anything else, Sehun had begun taping his arms behind his back with the masking tape from his dad's closet. "What the fuck?" Jongin piped up, confused, but too turned on to struggle. When he was done, Sehun switched the vibrator on and turned the dial to max, getting way too much satisfaction from hearing Jongin lose it against the carpet.
He stood up, dusting off his hands and combing through his hair with his fingers while Jongin whimpered and twitched on the floor. Sehun could only imagine how much his dick would be hurting rubbing all hard against that carpet.
"How many times do you think you can come untouched today, Jonginnie? Ten? Twenty?"
His best friend howled and Sehun chuckled to himself, loving it when he was able to give Jongin a taste of his own medicine. He used his foot to slightly nudge at Jongin's tense body, wondering how unbearable the heat from his clothes would be in a few minutes. The nudge did more harm than good, as Jongin’s heated member was squished more into the carpet.
"Hah…fuck, Sehun..."
"Do you want someone walking in on you like this, hm?" Sehun suggested, taking a seat on the couch and going back to playing the game, this time on one-player mode. He liked playing alone better anyways. "My mom maybe? Or my dad? I've always wondered if my dad was a repressed homosexual; I guess we can use this opportunity to find out."
"You are one sick fuck," Jongin mumbled into the floor, nose already hurting from carpet burns. The vibrations were strong and killing him and he would be lying if he said he hadn't come already, and that he was immediately hard again because of the assault to his sensitive hole.
Sehun's parents were both away at a dinner party and wouldn't be coming home until late, but Jongin didn't need to know that.
The bound boy wiggled around a lot and turned and attempted to get up, but all attempts either failed or accidentally pushed the vibrator deeper into him, making him shriek. It was hilarious to watch (arousing too, no less) and Sehun had to constantly pick between whether to gloat and remain victorious or give in and jerk off to the display.
Sehun left him like that for about an hour, until his carpet was soaked in Jongin's come and sweat and the boy's shivering body had given up trying to fight his way out of the tape. He was spent and exhausted and complained about how much he ached, and Sehun had mercy on him, pulling the evil vibrator out and removing the tape, then helping a boneless Jongin up on the couch and resting him over his lap.
"You're fucking scary when you're pissed off and I hate you," Jongin scoffed into his jeans. Sehun smirked and pet his ass some, not letting Jongin escape the required after-sex-cuddles. Well, after-torture this time.
He knew Jongin's words were lies when he fell asleep in Sehun's arms, knees curled slightly into him.
*
Parties were a bore. Sehun and Jongin only went to them because they were promised good food like taquitos and Cheez-Its. And it was Suho's party, aka the class president and resident rich-boy fucknut who would get his panties in a twist if not everybody on the planet showed up to shower him with attention.
At least there was music. Shitty techno from 2008, but still something. Everyone was there too, noisy and rowdy to match the music, stinking up the place with sweat.
Sehun and Jongin had just come out of the bathroom after finishing each other off with handjobs, because they were bored out of their minds and nobody liked talking to them. Sehun ditched, however, when he said he was going for a smoke with Xiumin, which left Jongin more or less solo in the sea of pretentious teenagers who liked wearing expensive clothing and their Daddy's Armani perfume.
"Shit party, huh?" Someone said to him, and Jongin almost jumped when he saw it was Kyungsoo, who was one of the most popular boys in their grade. Mostly for monetary reasons.
"Yeah. Blows," Jongin agreed, mad that he could be at home right now playing FIFA.
"I heard you blow too."
Jongin flinched, his head turning cold. Kyungsoo looked eager. "Excuse me?"
"Word on the street has it you like sucking dick."
"How the fuck--" Jongin started, feeling betrayed and angry at Sehun, who had apparently broken their pact and run his yap somewhere for some reason Jongin couldn't fathom. "Who told you?"
"Whoa, I was just kidding," Kyungsoo said, laughing loudly, and Jongin blushed wildly, feeling like dying for outing himself. He hung his head low, ready to duck out from the encounter and bounce, but Kyungsoo grabbed his arm. "It's cool, though. I don’t mind."
He probably did mind, but Jongin was fucking ditched and he'd rather spend his time with Kyungsoo than look like a fucking loser standing all by himself at a party. Where the hell was Sehun anyways?
"Wanna get out of here?" Kyungsoo suggested. "I don't know about you, but the Cheez-Its smell is really not something I find too appealing."
"Okay," Jongin agreed, trying not to think about how he actually really liked Cheez-Its. He mentally flipped Sehun the bird. Sehun always fucking did that. Ditched him. For those popular, preppy assholes they always talked about hating.
Fuck him.
Kyungsoo was already walking out of the crowd of people, and Jongin followed, shoving his hands into his pockets. Kyungsoo was wearing a nicely ironed, crisp shirt and pristine jeans, while Jongin was in a week-old Chris Jericho ca. 2007 t-shirt, jeans torn and grey from falling on the pavement while skateboarding. He only had like one pair of jeans. He swore Kyungsoo wore a new pair like every day.
Everything was smothered in a blanket of fog outside, and there was a slight chill. Kyungsoo stayed ten feet in front of him most of the time, and Jongin had to jog to catch up as they strayed from the gravel path outside Suho's house and progressed into what looked like a forest.
“Where the hell are we going?” Jongin mumbled, batting away a branch from his face as he passed a tree.
“Suho said there’s a lake up here somewhere," Kyungsoo turned around and told him with a smile. "Thought we could go adventuring."
It was kinda weird, hanging out with someone else besides Sehun. Not that he was a loner, but really, usually he found everyone too lame to even bother looking at them. Kyungsoo was supposed to be one of those people.
"Jackpot!" Kyungsoo shouted ahead of him, clapping his hands. "So he wasn't lying."
Ahead of them was a quiet body of water stretching as far as the eye could see, its mirror-like surface eerily unbroken. Jongin ignored the damp smell and walked up to the edge of it, touching it with his shoe. Ripples spread from his point of entry, disturbing the once calm waters.
With zero warning whatsoever, Jongin was jolted out of his thoughts when he was shoved face first into the water. It was shallow so he only got half-submerged, but it was enough to keep him alert and shiver from the icy temperature. He heard a laugh from above.
"Sorry! Shit-- I just couldn't resist." There were warm hands on him already, yanking him back out of the water. "Aw, look at you, all wet. You look like a puppy that got stuck in the rain."
"Fuck off," Jongin mumbled. "Christ, remind me to ignore your ass if you ever ask me to do something with you ever again."
"Oh don't be so prissy, Jongin," Kyungsoo chuckled. He was laying Jongin down on the ground, hovering over him and smiling. Jongin shivered, feeling like he couldn't move his limbs. Fucking immature prick. The girls all thought Kyungsoo and his gang were so grown-up and calm, but really all boys were assholes.
“You know...you’re really hot," Kyungsoo mused, reaching down and stroking a stray clump of wet hair away from Jongin's face. Jongin was about to blush, but luckily he caught himself.
“I know."
“But not modest, apparently," Kyungsoo remarked with a snort.
“Modesty doesn’t become me," Jongin retaliated with.
“Where’d you lean that phrase, Mr. Slacker Stoner? Thought boys like you couldn’t speak decently. Little, soon-to-be high school dropout.” Jongin glared at him, rolling his eyes as he was reminded of why he hated preppy douchebags. “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you," Kyungsoo quickly said. "I was just joking. I really am glad we somehow crossed paths.”
“Yeah, normally I wouldn’t be caught dead with a finicky, frat-boy bitch like you," Jongin muttered, trying to blink out some of the remaining freshwater from his eyes. Everything was blurry now.
“Ouch, the pretty rose has thorns,” Kyungsoo said with a snicker, stroking Jongin’s face tenderly before leaning in and grabbing Jongin’s chin, forcing the younger to lock eyes with him. “But the bitch here is gonna be you. You’ll be squealing like a little piggy when I test out how tight you are.”
That was when Jongin was made certain of the other's intentions. Not that he hadn't known initially, but he'd thought Kyungsoo of all people would be going for someone like Suho instead of...well, him.
“Who knew you could speak so filthy," Jongin whispered, feeling his cock ache in his pants at the bruising hold Kyungsoo had on his chin. Oh, so he was a sick masochist? Great.
"Trust me, a lot of people know," Kyungsoo breathed against Jongin's chapped lips. "Bottoms up."
*
Returning to school was weird, mostly because people who usually ignored Jongin were now staring at him like he'd sprouted a second head. Jongin ignored them for the most part. The only one he couldn't ignore was Sehun, who was giving him the most intense glare he'd probably ever gotten, excluding his mom's 'Really? The same underwear five days in a row?' glare.
"What's your damage?" Jongin finally ended up snapping at lunch time, Sehun spending more time glaring than eating and Jongin getting tired of his shit. It didn't take Sehun long to spew his issue.
"Dude...Kyungsoo? Really?" Sehun said, feeling heated. He wasn't jealous or anything, but Kyungsoo? Do Kyungsoo?
“Why are you surprised?" Jongin countered, sticking two fries in his mouth at the same time. "He’s hot.”
Sehun snorted, rolling his eyes. “He’s a fucking midget, is what he is.”
“Whatever, Sehun," Jongin dismissed him with, eating his last piece of chicken before he got up to put away his tray. He was too tired to deal with this shit today.
He left for the library. He had a free period and he couldn't deal with the circlejerks that occupied the tables outside. He whipped out his chemistry book and rubbed his temples, throwing it sloppily down on a free surface and accidentally knocking a load of papers off.
“You shouldn’t have done that," he heard from behind him as he was bending down, feeling Sehun's presence strong and incessant behind him. He turned his head around for a brief moment.
"What, are we married? Do I belong to you?" Jongin asked in a snappy voice, busy picking up the papers that had fallen off his desk. After quite a prolonged silence, Jongin mumbled, "Yeah, I didn't think so," hoping Sehun would fuck off back to smoking in the bathroom or whatever the hell he did when he wasn't with Jongin.
"But..." Sehun started, struggling with his words. He didn't even know why he was being such a whiny baby about everything, but apparently that was what he considered an appropriate response to yesterday's happenings. "I thought I--"
"You what? Were my ass-keeper?" Jongin retorted, voice more bitter than what it had been in the cafeteria. Sehun crossed his arms, feeling like that should help him, but he just looked petulant, probably. "You don't even want to wear a condom while fucking me, so excuse me for opting for someone who's more safe and has quite a bit of experience."
“More experience than me?" Sehun inquired, raising his eyebrow in disbelief. "Really now?”
“Don’t act like you’re some sex god," Jongin shot at him, opening his textbook angrily. "He’s actually gay, you know. So he doesn’t forget to jack me off in order for me to come alongside him. And he doesn't expect me to have tits."
"So you're gay, then?" Sehun asked. There was a long, awkward silence after that, and Jongin wished Sehun could leave him alone, but he kept standing right there behind him like a goddamn pest. Sehun could feel a headache coming on. "You're like those fucking...flamboyant fruit loops on TV?"
It was harsh and it hurt, even if Jongin had said similar things in the past. It was just dumb. Sehun was dumb.
"You're blocking my sun," Jongin muttered sarcastically, raising a hand up as if waving him away from precious rays. "And George Bush wants his insults back."
"Do you want me to stick my dick in someone else, then?" Sehun suggested, running a hand through his tangled hair. Jongin definitely didn't want to think about how Sehun's hair looked really cool in the library light and how his lean body looked so handsome standing in a slightly hunched state. "I'll do it."
"Do it. See if I care."
"Okay."
"Okay."
Jongin was staring out the window, trying way too hard to look like this wasn't fazing him one bit. Also trying not to think about how their conversation had just been 100% John Green trash, and Sehun would have found that funny. He could feel his chest clench instead. Silence, silence, silence, then came the sound of Sehun sighing and leaving out the library door, slamming it loudly behind himself.
*
The only issue with Sehun and Jongin purposefully avoiding each other was that they had a group project together with six other people due Monday, and Sunday night was the night they were supposed to be at Tao's house to pull an all-nighter to finish it.
Jongin sat on the couch, watching the Kardashians fuck around in Thailand for their annual holiday, and Sehun was sitting opposite some brunette who was wearing the lowest cut top ever. All Sehun did was stare at her tits, and all Jongin did was angrily avoid him, making sure to talk a lot with Kris and Baekhyun, who were interested in his opinions on Kim's scientifically proven, perfect ass.
"You have like...the guy version of a Kim ass, though," Kris commented, chugging down the remainder of his Monster energy drink. There was a gross display of junk food all around them and Jongin had said he didn't want any because he was beginning to pack on some pounds. "So it's not like it's a bad thing." Jongin hoped Sehun was fucking listening. He hoped Sehun fell into that girl's tits and was suffocated to death.
Sehun felt like he was suffocating. He could hear Kris' weird, offhanded comments from where he was sitting, and the pretty girl with the amazing body in front of him was actively trying to avoid helping him staple notes for their presentation. He didn't even know how eight people had turned into twelve...or sixteen, but people kept on piling in from nowhere, and Sehun was usually the last person to be doing any kind of work ever, but Jongin was over by the TV getting a lot of male attention and Sehun was too annoyed to speak to anyone.
"Do I staple these as well?" The girl asked him, holding up a stack of papers that he'd already stapled.
"Yeah," he replied, sarcastically, making a bet with himself concerning whether she'd be stupid enough to do it or not. He wished she'd stop talking to him, because he was getting a headache.
Actually...
"I like your necklace," Sehun said, pointing at the tiny heart pendant hanging on a string around the girl's neck.
"Thanks," she responded with, giggling. Sehun always asked himself why he never tried to get more girls. He was fucking hot and chill and he fucked well, for fuck's sake.
"So...History, huh?" He prompted, throwing his papers to the side. The girl seemed happy that he'd decided to talk to her.
The night progressed better than he'd expected. He'd gone from chatting with Staple Girl at 7pm to making out with Staple Girl at 4am, all while everyone else had passed out on the couches with pens in their hands.
"Oh fuck," the girl moaned in his ear, and Sehun caressed her soft cheek, licking into her slack mouth. "Fuck-- I'm getting so wet, Sehun."
So she knew his name. Sehun felt kind of bad for not remembering hers now. There were just so many people he hadn't gotten to know. He knew like three people that were there. He made up for it by kissing her neck and fondling her breasts through her lace top, wondering if she found the whole messing around while half their class was there thing hot or not.
"You wanna...?" He hinted, nodding upwards towards where the stairs headed. She grinned like a Cheshire cat, grabbing his hand and giggling cutely as they jogged upstairs, ending up stumbling into some random bedroom.
The girl pulled her top off quickly and yanked her skirt down, and Sehun was having some trouble trying to undo his pants. She ended up helping him, and he repaid her by lifting her up and laying her down on the bed, grinding against her as soon as her back met mattress.
He felt kind of weird, like what they were doing was bad. He didn't even know if he was that game for a quick fuck, but then the thought of Jongin laying down and spreading his legs for Kyungsoo of all people forced its way into his head again, and he got nauseous.
He placed his hands on either side of the pretty girl what’s-her-name’s head, feeling slightly weirded out because it was like he’d forgotten what to do with girls since he’d been sleeping with Jongin for so long.
“Are you gonna do me or what?” She asked impatiently, reaching up and rubbing his chest. The touch was soft. Nothing like Jongin’s, though. Jongin rarely touched him while they fucked. Sehun preferred holding his arms above his head and going hard on him anyways. But there was no lube now. No stretching or worrying if someone would hurt. Her perfume was Paris Hilton (she'd mentioned earlier) and it was immersive, so he nosed his way into the skin of his throat, running his lips up and down the veins hidden beneath the surface. The faint tingling of residual energy drink in his system had his eyes blurring and his heart racing, and he grinded against her in a hopeless attempt to get it up. He felt like he was mowing a lawn. “Really? Am I that unappealing?” She asked eventually, offended.
“Just shut up," he snapped, trying to focus.
“Wow. They all said you were a jerk. I should have believed them.” She sat up with a sour expression, and Sehun was reminded of all the other people that were present just downstairs.
“No-wait.” Sehun pushed her back down in the bed. “I’m sorry. I’m just on some, uh…pills. They make my system all weird.”
“You’re a druggie?”
“No, they’re medical. To fix some personal stuff.”
“So you’re crazy?”
“I’m not crazy. I didn’t say that.”
“But you said you were on-”
Sehun shut her up by leaning in and devouring her mouth entirely with his own, propelling his hands into action and latching them onto her tits, one in each. They fit snugly, and he hoped she could feel him even though he couldn't really feel his own hands. When he pulled away, her eyes were all stars.
“Wowee. Well your wacko ass can do whatever the hell you want to me,” she said with a giggle, winking up at him.
She was reaching for his pants, palming and moaning, and everything felt like it was happening in slow motion, blurring and bending and he was getting harder by the minute, but his stomach felt weird.
He heard a quiet click and thought nothing of it, keeping at kissing the girl's chest and holding her sides carefully. That was, until he heard a small sob from behind him, and whipped his head around to see Jongin standing there, looking pale and donning dark circles under his eyes, like he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. He was crying, kinda, wiping his one eye furiously and looking smaller than he ever had. There was snot run out of his nose and he seemed to be half asleep.
The girl beneath him had started breathing heavy, and Sehun realized she had fallen asleep. He pulled away from her like she was on fire, wiping his hands off on his pants. The air in the room felt thick and insufferable, and his skin was itching in discomfort.
He walked over to Jongin slowly, who was still sniffling. Maybe he'd lost his mind because it was so late. Or he was delirious due to all the energy drinks that had been going around. Either way he looked cute with red eyes that were wet with tears. No he didn't. What the hell, Sehun.
"D-Don't do it..." Sehun realized Jongin was talking when he finally looked at him properly, seeing his plump lips move. They were swollen and Jongin looked pale, and him and Sehun were standing so close they were breathing into each other's faces.
"I won't," he assured him, not sure what else to say, but that had come out automatically. All he knew was that he felt really bad. Their noses were pressed together now, gay as shit but fucking necessary.
"I'm sorry," Jongin mumbled, leaning into Sehun's shoulder. Sehun could tell he was really sleepy. What had woken him up, he wasn't sure.
"I know. I'm sorry too."
"He didn't fuck me," Jongin said quickly, just kinda standing against Sehun with his hands in his pockets, as if stubbornly trying to mask how fragile he felt. "Kyungsoo. I left him before he got to."
Sehun felt a huge weight lift off his chest, and couldn't help but smile in relief. He wrapped his arms around Jongin, leaning in to kiss his neck. Jongin moaned, grabbing at his waist.
"Sehun--"
"Good boy," Sehun mumbled against his skin, trailing an eager hand down to dip into his pants and cup his bare ass. "Always come running back to me in the end. Tell them who this belongs to," he growled while groping Jongin's ass hard with his left hand, letting a finger tease in between the crack.
Jongin groaned, his eyes tearing up from being so assaulted with Sehun's familiar smell and his stable voice. Sehun was kissing him before he knew it, sucking on his lips with an insatiable hunger and bringing a hand up to cradle his head and hold his hair firmly.
Then they were on the floor in a matter of seconds, clothes flying and saliva swapping. Hands everywhere. God, everything was so warm; he couldn't breathe.
“Fuck-please. Please, Sehun, please, I need-”
“I’m on it, I’m on it," Sehun assured him, getting a good suck on one of Jongin's hardened nipples before he ventured further. "Spread your legs for me-a little further-alright; that’s good.”
Jongin's warm thighs were wrapped around his waist and their arousals were pressing together, so good and so hot. Jongin was almost purple and leaking and Sehun felt bad for him because Jongin hadn't gotten much action lately for the lowkey cockslut that he was.
“Sehun,” Jongin hissed, gripping his biceps so hard that Sehun could feel his nails dig red, crescent shapes into his skin. "What if she hears and wakes up?"
"You'll just have to be quiet then, won't you?" Sehun mumbled, unable to get his cock coated in lube from his pocket fast enough. Oh yes, he'd always been a hopeful guy.
"I-I can't...."
Sehun chuckled and stuck three fingers into Jongin's mouth, right before he pushed into him. He could feel Jongin bite down and whimper, but he didn't mind, nor did his dick. The heat was suffocating and familiar, and Jongin clenched down on him, the whole thing made hotter by the fact that they had an unofficial semi-voyeur lying passed out on the bed next to them. Risk factor and shit.
"Fuck," Jongin choked out around his fingers, his forehead building up sweat and his face going red. "Fuck-- you're so big. So fucking good. So good..."
"Be quiet," Sehun commanded, but there was a proud lilt to his tone. He quickly added some words with a little grin, watching Jongin melt into a puddle before his eyes. And God, it was a pretty sight. "Fucking cockslut. Can't stay quiet when my dick is fucking you open, can you? Has it been that long? Is your body screaming for me?"
A free string of whimpers and complain-y noises wiggled out of Jongin, and Sehun checked the girl's sleeping body on the bed, fearing they'd been dumb enough to manage to wake her up.
Neither of them were there yet. Sehun didn't know if they ever would be. 'Out and proud', of whatever. Why did it have to matter? It didn't, but to other people they knew it would. It would change things, for no reason. Change people's views on them.
"Oh-- make me come, please," Jongin breathed, pouting his lips to get Sehun to kiss him. "I'm so close-- fuck-- ...ah...ah! Sehun!"
"Do you ever shut your mouth?" Sehun growled, meaning literally none of the things he said. It just seemed like the fitting thing to say. "So disobedient...so weak for my cock..."
Jongin nodded, reaching his arms up to pull Sehun closer and force them to finally kiss. Jongin came a few seconds later with a low groan, and said low groan vibrated in Sehun's throat, making him come too, fast and wet into Jongin. Like he was a damn geyser.
He wanted to collapse onto Jongin and just stay inside him forever, because he honestly had no better place to be. So he did.
*
Her name was Eunbin and she was a nice person. She didn't breathe a word to anyone about what she'd seen, and when they passed her in the halls she just smiled at them, as if proud or something. It was weird, but way better than Jongin getting chewed out by his basketball friends for being such a fucking insert-offensive-gay-terminology-here.
*
Sehun was deep inside Jongin again (when was he not?), even though they’d promised themselves to work on algebra that day, not the angle of fucking divided by dick in motion to the power of fat ass.
"You know…I think I like you the way I usually like girls. Like I want you to be mine. Only mine."
Jongin nodded, fisting his own erection, trying to get himself to come because Sehun was slowing down so much. "Thanks," he just ended up saying.
"Really? That's all I get?" Sehun asked with a frown, stilling completely now after being treated so aloofly post big-confession.
"Yeah, that's all you get for springing that on me while your ding dong is in my hooha."
"…I'm turned off now." Sehun said with a grimace.
"Good." Jongin blew his bangs away from his face, groaning in frustration. "Well...I like you like that too, I guess." "But I mean I also like ramen and my stomach is rumbling a little right now."
"The store is almost closed," Sehun protested half-heartedly.
"Exactly,” Jongin said with a smile. “Which is why you have to tell that man-sword of yours to hurry up and finish so that you can run down to buy me dehydrated noodles because you like me so much, you whipped bitch."
Sehun rolled his eyes, but already worked out in his head what his current wallet state would be with the cost of a couple cup ramen noodles subtracted from it.