FOR BLOCKBUSTEO
Title: Swallow
For: blockbusteo
Pairing: Jiho/Kyung/Minhyuk
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3523w
Summary: Jiho wishes he could swallow his own words. But he ends up...swallowing other things...ho ho ho! Merry Christmas.
Notes/Warnings: This isn't meant to offend anyone. I'm assuming if you're still around to read Block B fanfiction you've moved on from Zico's "No Gay, No Homo" incident. We all say some stupid shit when we're young and most of us learn from it. Here's hoping.
Note to my dear Santee: I am very, very sorry about this mess, and also sorry for my next bit of news. I actually ended up writing you two more fics (non-porny ones!) but because I am an utter arse with poor time management skills and or incapable of ever meeting deadlines, they remain unfinished. The good (maybe bad) news is, I'm way too invested in the both of them to let them crash and burn so as soon as reveals are over, please get in touch with me so I can send them to you! You can also ignore me forever, I really wouldn't blame you. Happy New Year!
Is Yukwon still pissed?
Jiho turns his head slightly and allows his eyes to flicker briefly over the older boy's face, trying to gauge his mood. Yukwon doesn't react, just stands there in standard Yukwon mode, eyes squinting, top teeth chewing on his lower lip as he offers peace signs to the cameras aimed at him. Fans squeal and tell him how cute he is - Yukwon's face breaks into his infamous angel smile. The squeals get louder.
He really is cute, Jiho thinks. Not as cute as Youngmin but. You know. Almost.
He watches as Yukwon basks in the attention as much as his shy nature allows him to, pulling faces and giggling. He's a natural, and incredibly photogenic, Jiho thinks, but so am I.
Seizing his chance, he throws an arm around Yukwon's shoulder, pulling him close to his side. The shutters go crazy trying to capture this fanservice and Yukwon keeps smiling, but it's too late. Jiho feels it, feels Yukwon stiffen at their physical contact. Just the smallest of change, unsusceptible to the people watching them but definitely there.
Ok, yeah. Yukwon's still pissed.
"He needs to get over it," Jiho mutters. "I didn't mean anything by it, shit."
He pushes the door to the hotel room open and storms inside, tugging his jacket off and flinging it to the floor. Kyung trails behind him, picks up his jacket and hangs it onto the back of a chair.
Minhyuk, fresh from a shower and clad in only a white towel, glances at them from his position by the mirror. He switches off his hairdryer. "What?"
"Nothing," Jiho says, throwing himself facedown onto his bed. "Just Yukwon being a sensitive little prick."
His words comes out muffled, his face pressed into the pillow. Jiho can't see them but he knows Kyung and Minhyuk are exchanging glances. He forces himself to turn over and lies there, staring at the ceiling.
"Yukwon's still pissed over that comment I made," he says without emotion.
Minhyuk doesn't say anything, just turns back to the mirror and begins towel drying his hair.
Kyung takes a seat on the edge of his own bed and leans back on his arms. "It was a pretty stupid comment to make," he says.
"Yeah, I know that now." Jiho sits up slowly. "But I didn't mean anything by it. I wasn't being malicious."
"Just stupid."
"Shut up." Jiho scowls. "I didn't know it was a big deal. I didn't expect international fans to get so worked up about it, let alone fucking Yukwon."
"Come on, man," Kyung says. "You know what Yukwon is like - his favourite book is 'Twinkle, Twinkle', what did you expect?"
Jiho runs a frustrated hand through his hair. "So what exactly am I supposed to do now?"
"Give him time."
"It's been over a month!"
"Then go talk to him."
"He leaves as soon as we're alone together."
"Go talk to him now."
"Like he'll let me into his room."
"Jesus Christ, you're difficult." Kyung stands up and fishes for something in his pocket. "Jonghwan hyung gave us cards for each room. Just incase of emergency." Kyung pulls out two slim plastic cards and hands one over to Jiho. "This is clearly an emergency," he says, voice laced with sarcasm.
Jiho looks down at the swipe card and then up at Kyung, matching his tone with an equally sarcastic one of his own. "What? I'm supposed to sneak in there and trap him in his own room? Force him to talk to me? Yeah, that's really going to alleviate his anger."
Kyung snatches the card out of Jiho's hand and stuffs it back into his pocket. "Fine. Don't. Stay here and wallow in your self pity. Take out your annoyance on me, and Minhyuk since he's here, too, whatever, just don't apologise to your sweet and soft-hearted friend, Yukwon, your friend who has done nothing but stand by you and support you and been there for you every time you've made mistakes, your friend who is upset because of your careless, unneccesary, homophobic comme-"
"I am not homophobic!"
The word has never bugged Jiho before but now that it's being aimed at him he hates it. The week Mnet aired his segment, he was bombarded with accusations - twitter alone was hell, his mentions inundated with tweets from offended netizens, some his fans. Were his fans. Jiho knows he's lost a lot of support but as much as it bugs him, he can't let it get under his skin. Block B have had a rough year and he knows, as leader, it's his job to make sure everyone remains focused, even through backlash. He just didn't expect Yukwon, one of his best friends, to be part of that backlash.
"Why you're wasting your time explaining your actions to us when it's Yukwon you should be talking to, I don't know," Kyung says, sitting back down.
Jiho realises he's been talking out loud.
"If I was homophobic would I be sharing a room with Minhyuk? No offence," Jiho says, quickly glancing at Minhyuk.
Minhyuk shrugs, not turning away from the mirror.
Kyung guffaws. "That is the most offensive reasoning I have ever heard," Kyung says. "And anyway, what if you've got it all wrong? What if Yukwon is offended for a completely different reason?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well." Kyung clears his throat. "Have you ever stopped to think that maybe Kwon is....jealous?" Kyung let's the word hang in the air, thick and suggestive. At Jiho's discomfort a slow shit-eating grin spreads across his face.
"Why in fuck's name would he be jealous?" Jiho's scowl deepens, though he has a feeling he knows where this is going.
"Maybe Yukwon is...jealous of Youngmin."
"Kyung, what the fuck-"
"Maybe Yukwon...wants you to call him pretty."
Kyung winks and Jiho wants to punch his eyes in. He can't pretend that the thought hasn't crossed his mind before but he's always shaken it away, chiding himself and blaming his own feelings for Yukwon for getting in the way. Wait, what - his own feelings for Yukwon?
"You are fucking ridiculous," he says, more to himself than to Kyung.
Minhyuk, who has been quietly listening from the corner, suddenly bursts out in a loud, harsh laugh. "For someone with such deep social insights, you really are oblivious to your own surroundings."
Jiho refuses to let their words sink in. "Yukwon isn't gay. He fucks girls," he says dumbly.
Minhyuk finally turns around to face them, his features calm but his eyes darker than they usually are. His gaze shifts to Jiho and settles on him, making Jiho uncomfortable. He can't quite meet his eyes.
"Is your world really that black and white?" Minhyuk's voice is soft but his words dig into Jiho. "Because Yukwon fucks girls he can't like you? Because I like guys - I can't fuck women? And enjoy it?" He takes a step forward and Jiho cowers unexpectedly. "Love and sex are not that simple for everybody."
"Look, I don't wanna get into this," Jiho says, holding his hands up in defiance. "Whatever, if Yukwon's pissed, he's pissed, no skin off my nose."
"Am I hitting too close to home?"
"Too close to homo," Kyung snickers, still grinning.
Jiho wants to ignore the both of them, wants to get up and leave but he's rattled now, a prickling sensation creeping up his back scratching at his neck.
"Shut up," he says, his face hot. "You don't know anything."
"Why don't you tell us then, Jiho?" Minhyuk's voice is still soft, but it's probing, digging deeper.
"There's nothing to tell. I don't have a problem with you or anyone else being gay. End of story."
"What about yourself?"
Jiho's heart skips a beat.
"I don't have a problem with myself, either."
"Prove it," Minhyuk says, simply.
Against his better judgement, Jiho allows himself to ask. "How?"
"Suck his dick," Kyung jokes.
And that's what it should have been; a joke. But as soon as the words are out the atmosphere changes and Minhyuk is staring at Jiho like he can read his mind.
"What will that prove?" Jiho asks but his voice is small, nervous and he knows the answer anyway.
"It will prove you're not afraid of sucking some dick." Kyung tries to keep his tone light but he's not laughing anymore and his voice has taken on a different edge.
"I'm not afraid of anything." Jiho's words sound weak, even to him. Feeble. Like he has no chance.
Fuck, he thinks. Why do I keep up this bravado? Why do I pretend to be such a badass when things get to me? First Youngmin now...this. Whatever this is. And why the fuck is Minhyuk looking at me like that?
"Have you ever sucked a dick before?"
Minhyuk's sentence catches him off-guard and Jiho finds himself blushing furiously. "What? No!"
"Have you ever thought about it?"
Jiho doesn't answer, his face really hot now. His mind churns and Youngmin pops into his head. The kid is too fucking pretty, all eyes and lips and soft skin and gentle "Jiho-hyung" and really, it was the hyung that triggered off all these thoughts, so deep and manly but coming from such a soft and feminine mouth, it was all he could think about for days, especially in the shower, and in his room, and in the studio that one time -
"No."
- and pretty much every two days since then. And so what, anyway? So what if he had? And so what if he had more than once? And about more than one person? It didn't mean anything. Just because he thought about going down on Yukwon more than he thought about their next album, just because he thought about blowing him and letting him come in his mouth and maybe even swallowing more than he thought about their title track, it didn't mean - wait, what, Yukwon?
"Dude, it's cool. I've thought about Yukwon, too, and he's not even my type."
Kyung's words snap him out of his epiphany and Jiho realises that fuck, he's been talking out loud again. He needs to stop doing that. Wait, what the fuck did Kyung just say? Kyung and Yukwon? What?
Before he can make sense of anything, Minhyuk reaches down and closes his fingers around Jiho's ankles, swiftly tugging him down the bed towards him. Jiho opens his mouth in protest but no words come out, shock at Kyung's casual confession and Minhyuk's sudden action rendering him speechless.
"What are you doing?" he finally manages to say, his voice a low croak.
"I'm not doing anything." Minhyuk grabs Jiho's chin and angles it upwards. "But you will be."
With his other hand he unties the loose knot around his waist and his towel drops to the floor. Jiho refuses to look down and stares at Minhyuk's face instead.
Don't look down, he says to himself, don't you fucking look down, Woo Jiho.
His jaw hardens with resolve and he sees Minhyuk doing the same, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
"I thought you weren't afraid of anything."
Jiho feels a twitch working at his temple, feels his mouth going dry, his pulse speeding up.
"I'm not. But nobody tells me what to do."
He twists his head, pulling his chin out from under Minhyuk's grasp and holding it up higher. He knows his gesture is childish but he can't help it.
"I'm not making you do anything you don't want to do."
Jiho cracks. "I don't want- why do you think I want- I don't want to fucking suck your-"
"He's not gonna do it," Kyung says flatly. "He's in pussy mode."
"Swear to God, Kyung, you better shut your mouth or else I'll-"
"Else you'll what?"
"Else I'll-"
Jiho is stopped by Minhyuk leaning down to swallow his words in a hot, dry kiss. It's rough but slow and when Minhyuk pulls back Jiho is breathing hard and his eyelids are fluttering.
"Are you ready to quit fucking around and suck my dick now?"
Jiho is unable to form a coherent sentence. Did Minhyuk just kiss him? Was Minhyuk's tongue just in his mouth then? And did he like it? Fuck, he liked it. Fuck, can Minhyuk kiss him again? He bites his lip hard, trying to stop the words in his head from spilling out into the air but ofcourse it's too late.
"I'll kiss you all you want after you suck my dick. Are you going to suck my dick?"
Jiho finds himself nodding wordlessly.
"Good. You can start by looking at it."
Still in a daze, Jiho looks down and Minhyuk is hung. He instinctively licks his lips and hears a sharp intake of breath - Minhyuk's watching him, eyes already half closed in antipication. Cautiously, Jiho reaches up and wraps his fingers around the base of Minhyuk's cock.
I have no idea what I'm doing, he thinks, but Minhyuk stutters and his reaction sets off something in Jiho, curiosity, arousal, a mixture of both, he's not sure but he likes how when he slides his hand upwards and then back down again Minhyuk stutters some more. He watches in awe, Minhyuk's eyes lidded with ecstasy, chest rising and falling heavily, mouth dropping open, breathing out his name as Jiho works his cock erect. Jiho's own body gets hotter, liquid heat surging through his veins, pumping in his limbs.
I'm jacking off Minhyuk, Jiho thinks, and he's so giddy with the realisation he opens his mouth to laugh but instead finds himself running the tip of his tongue along the underside of Minhyuk's cock, still gauging his reaction. He's sloppy and awkward and shy and he's not sure if he's any good at this but suddenly he wants to be and this urge makes any traces of doubt disappear from his mind. He's still blushing and still unsure but he flicks his tongue and Minhyuk lets out a wretched sound, somewhere between pleasure and pain, and Jiho is spurred on, licks at his frenulum, testing, teasing. He knows how he likes to be sucked off and if Minhyuk's ragged cursing and choked cries are anything to go, he knows how Minhyuk likes to be sucked off, too.
"Stop playing games, Jiho. Put it in your fucking mouth."
The earlier feeling of being powerless has vanished and Jiho smirks, rubbing the head of Minhyuk's cock against his swollen lips. He spits down once, twice, and swirls his tongue around in large, lazy circles, eyes never leaving his face, until Minhyuk hisses.
"No fucking games," Minhyuk says through gritted teeth and grabs Jiho's jaw again, surges his hips forward. His cock slides easily into Jiho's mouth and he almost chokes, caught by surprise. He regains his composure quickly and before he knows it, his cheeks are hollowed out and he's taking Minhyuk's entire length into his mouth, trying not to gag the deeper Minhyuk pushes in.
It feels good. It feels fucking good.
A hand slides underneath his tshirt, palms pressing against his stomach, fingertips brushing against his nipples. Teeth graze over the back of his neck and he gasps, his gag reflex momentarily forgotten causing him to choke on Minhyuk's cock.
"Concentrate," Kyung whispers and pushes Jiho's head further down.
Minhyuk's hips jerk and he lets out a low growl, replacing Kyung's hand with both of his own. His palms push against Jiho's ears, fingers cradling the back of his head as he fucks deeper into Jiho's mouth. Jiho feels like he's about to explode, pressure coming at him from all directions, his hearing muffled, his mouth gagged. He's vaguely aware of hands working at his jeans, his belt wrenched loose, a button popping open, a zipper pulled down. His head spins from the lack of oxygen and the strange sensation of having his hearing compromised and he braces his hands against Minhyuk's thighs to stop himself from passing out. Every time Minhyuk's cock hits the back of his throat his fingers knead desperately at the solid flesh, nails digging in. Minhyuk groans and falters slightly, his knees buckling and his hands loosening their grip.
"On your knees. Now."
Jiho complies, dropping to the floor in a heartbeat. His belt buckle jingles as he does so, his jeans slipping further down his hips. He doesn't need to look at himself to know he is fully and painfully hard. Fuck, I need to jack off, I need to fucking-
"Don't even think about touching yourself."
Jiho whimpers loudly around the cock in his mouth and the vibrations make Minhyuk's eyes roll back in his head.
"Yet," he mutters hoarsely, the hands in his hair tightening again, pulling until tears spring to Jiho's eyes.
Minhyuk holds his head in place as he fucks into his mouth then they switch, Minhyuk stilling his hips while Jiho moves. The deeper Jiho goes the dirtier Minhyuk gets, calling him a nasty boy, asking if he likes sucking dick, if it feels good, encouraging him when Jiho's tongue does something new or when Jiho's fist twists in a different way. Minhyuk pulls out, rubbing his cock against Jiho's cheeks as he gasps for air and then suddenly Minhyuk laughs. Jiho turns his head and Kyung is kneeling on the bed watching them, rubbing his cock through his jeans. He's still grinning but his face is flushed.
"I think it's my turn now," he says and Minhyuk hums in agreement.
In one swift movement Kyung pulls down both his jeans and underwear and his cock springs out, the head brushing against his bellybutton. Before Jiho can even fathom how thick Kyung is and what the fuck is going on here, Minhyuk is turning him around by his hair, gently guiding his head down onto Kyung. The stretch is wider this time and Kyung is much rougher, lightly slapping Jiho's face and grabbing his jaw, talking dirty and telling him to suck harder in a low but steady voice.
Jiho hates being told what to do but like this, with Kyung's dick in his mouth and Minhyuk behind him, breath hot against his neck, teeth scraping across his skin, hands wandering greedily over his body, like this, it blows his mind. Fuck, Minhyuk. His hand fumbles around blindly and Minhyuk chuckles in his ear, taking his hand and leading it to his cock. Jiho's fingers automatically close around him and he moves his fist in sync with his head. It isn't long before Minhyuk is shuddering behind him and wrapping both arms around Jiho's torso.
"I'm going to come," he whispers hotly, "do you want me to make you come?" He slides a warm, wet hand down to Jiho's cock, fuck, fucking finally, and Kyung's cock pops out of Jiho's mouth as he throws his head back onto Minhyuk's shoulder, breath hitching.
"Do you want it?" Minhyuk asks. "Do you want me to make you come? Say it."
"Fuck," Jiho bites out. "Fuck, I want it, give it to me, make me come."
He doesn't need to say anymore. Minhyuk laughs again, raw, low, sexy, the sexiest sound he's ever heard, then bites on Jiho's neck while both his hands wrap around his cock. He pumps him, fast and vigorously, spitting down onto his hands and then onto Jiho's cock, making everything so much slicker and smoother. Fuck, Jiho stutters, how does Minhyuk know I like it like this? and he hears another laugh and then a different one joining in. Jiho barely remembers what happens next. Everything gets lost in a rush of movement and guttural noises, desperate groans from Minhyuk, swear words from Kyung. All he knows is that it feels good, so fucking good that he can't hold back anymore. He comes first, a hand around each cock, milking them both as he rocks into Minhyuk's hand. Minhyuk is next, collapsing against Jiho and pushing him forward and then it's Kyung, on his knees infront of Jiho and shooting into his mouth. Minhyuk rides out his orgasm against the back of Jiho's thigh and Kyung slides two fingers into Jiho's mouth and tells him to suck as he jacks out the last few drops of cum.
Jiho is hot, sticky, messy, his breathing erratic, his skin and hair damp with sweat. But his body has never felt like this in his entire life and he has never come so hard in all his dirty, porn-watching existence. This is better than porn, he thinks, sucking dick is better than porn and that's when it sinks in.
Did I just...did Minhyuk just...did Kyung just...
And the answer to all his questions is yes, yes, yes.
He's a little stunned and a little something else, too - relieved? Yeah. Relieved. Bizarrely relieved.
Yukwon has no reason to not be talking to me now, he thinks and laughs to himself.
That's when a voice comes, out of nowhere.
"Are you sure about that?"
The three of them turn to see Yukwon standing by the hotel door, a swipe card dangling loosely from his fingertips.
For: blockbusteo
Pairing: Jiho/Kyung/Minhyuk
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3523w
Summary: Jiho wishes he could swallow his own words. But he ends up...swallowing other things...ho ho ho! Merry Christmas.
Notes/Warnings: This isn't meant to offend anyone. I'm assuming if you're still around to read Block B fanfiction you've moved on from Zico's "No Gay, No Homo" incident. We all say some stupid shit when we're young and most of us learn from it. Here's hoping.
Note to my dear Santee: I am very, very sorry about this mess, and also sorry for my next bit of news. I actually ended up writing you two more fics (non-porny ones!) but because I am an utter arse with poor time management skills and or incapable of ever meeting deadlines, they remain unfinished. The good (maybe bad) news is, I'm way too invested in the both of them to let them crash and burn so as soon as reveals are over, please get in touch with me so I can send them to you! You can also ignore me forever, I really wouldn't blame you. Happy New Year!
Is Yukwon still pissed?
Jiho turns his head slightly and allows his eyes to flicker briefly over the older boy's face, trying to gauge his mood. Yukwon doesn't react, just stands there in standard Yukwon mode, eyes squinting, top teeth chewing on his lower lip as he offers peace signs to the cameras aimed at him. Fans squeal and tell him how cute he is - Yukwon's face breaks into his infamous angel smile. The squeals get louder.
He really is cute, Jiho thinks. Not as cute as Youngmin but. You know. Almost.
He watches as Yukwon basks in the attention as much as his shy nature allows him to, pulling faces and giggling. He's a natural, and incredibly photogenic, Jiho thinks, but so am I.
Seizing his chance, he throws an arm around Yukwon's shoulder, pulling him close to his side. The shutters go crazy trying to capture this fanservice and Yukwon keeps smiling, but it's too late. Jiho feels it, feels Yukwon stiffen at their physical contact. Just the smallest of change, unsusceptible to the people watching them but definitely there.
Ok, yeah. Yukwon's still pissed.
"He needs to get over it," Jiho mutters. "I didn't mean anything by it, shit."
He pushes the door to the hotel room open and storms inside, tugging his jacket off and flinging it to the floor. Kyung trails behind him, picks up his jacket and hangs it onto the back of a chair.
Minhyuk, fresh from a shower and clad in only a white towel, glances at them from his position by the mirror. He switches off his hairdryer. "What?"
"Nothing," Jiho says, throwing himself facedown onto his bed. "Just Yukwon being a sensitive little prick."
His words comes out muffled, his face pressed into the pillow. Jiho can't see them but he knows Kyung and Minhyuk are exchanging glances. He forces himself to turn over and lies there, staring at the ceiling.
"Yukwon's still pissed over that comment I made," he says without emotion.
Minhyuk doesn't say anything, just turns back to the mirror and begins towel drying his hair.
Kyung takes a seat on the edge of his own bed and leans back on his arms. "It was a pretty stupid comment to make," he says.
"Yeah, I know that now." Jiho sits up slowly. "But I didn't mean anything by it. I wasn't being malicious."
"Just stupid."
"Shut up." Jiho scowls. "I didn't know it was a big deal. I didn't expect international fans to get so worked up about it, let alone fucking Yukwon."
"Come on, man," Kyung says. "You know what Yukwon is like - his favourite book is 'Twinkle, Twinkle', what did you expect?"
Jiho runs a frustrated hand through his hair. "So what exactly am I supposed to do now?"
"Give him time."
"It's been over a month!"
"Then go talk to him."
"He leaves as soon as we're alone together."
"Go talk to him now."
"Like he'll let me into his room."
"Jesus Christ, you're difficult." Kyung stands up and fishes for something in his pocket. "Jonghwan hyung gave us cards for each room. Just incase of emergency." Kyung pulls out two slim plastic cards and hands one over to Jiho. "This is clearly an emergency," he says, voice laced with sarcasm.
Jiho looks down at the swipe card and then up at Kyung, matching his tone with an equally sarcastic one of his own. "What? I'm supposed to sneak in there and trap him in his own room? Force him to talk to me? Yeah, that's really going to alleviate his anger."
Kyung snatches the card out of Jiho's hand and stuffs it back into his pocket. "Fine. Don't. Stay here and wallow in your self pity. Take out your annoyance on me, and Minhyuk since he's here, too, whatever, just don't apologise to your sweet and soft-hearted friend, Yukwon, your friend who has done nothing but stand by you and support you and been there for you every time you've made mistakes, your friend who is upset because of your careless, unneccesary, homophobic comme-"
"I am not homophobic!"
The word has never bugged Jiho before but now that it's being aimed at him he hates it. The week Mnet aired his segment, he was bombarded with accusations - twitter alone was hell, his mentions inundated with tweets from offended netizens, some his fans. Were his fans. Jiho knows he's lost a lot of support but as much as it bugs him, he can't let it get under his skin. Block B have had a rough year and he knows, as leader, it's his job to make sure everyone remains focused, even through backlash. He just didn't expect Yukwon, one of his best friends, to be part of that backlash.
"Why you're wasting your time explaining your actions to us when it's Yukwon you should be talking to, I don't know," Kyung says, sitting back down.
Jiho realises he's been talking out loud.
"If I was homophobic would I be sharing a room with Minhyuk? No offence," Jiho says, quickly glancing at Minhyuk.
Minhyuk shrugs, not turning away from the mirror.
Kyung guffaws. "That is the most offensive reasoning I have ever heard," Kyung says. "And anyway, what if you've got it all wrong? What if Yukwon is offended for a completely different reason?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well." Kyung clears his throat. "Have you ever stopped to think that maybe Kwon is....jealous?" Kyung let's the word hang in the air, thick and suggestive. At Jiho's discomfort a slow shit-eating grin spreads across his face.
"Why in fuck's name would he be jealous?" Jiho's scowl deepens, though he has a feeling he knows where this is going.
"Maybe Yukwon is...jealous of Youngmin."
"Kyung, what the fuck-"
"Maybe Yukwon...wants you to call him pretty."
Kyung winks and Jiho wants to punch his eyes in. He can't pretend that the thought hasn't crossed his mind before but he's always shaken it away, chiding himself and blaming his own feelings for Yukwon for getting in the way. Wait, what - his own feelings for Yukwon?
"You are fucking ridiculous," he says, more to himself than to Kyung.
Minhyuk, who has been quietly listening from the corner, suddenly bursts out in a loud, harsh laugh. "For someone with such deep social insights, you really are oblivious to your own surroundings."
Jiho refuses to let their words sink in. "Yukwon isn't gay. He fucks girls," he says dumbly.
Minhyuk finally turns around to face them, his features calm but his eyes darker than they usually are. His gaze shifts to Jiho and settles on him, making Jiho uncomfortable. He can't quite meet his eyes.
"Is your world really that black and white?" Minhyuk's voice is soft but his words dig into Jiho. "Because Yukwon fucks girls he can't like you? Because I like guys - I can't fuck women? And enjoy it?" He takes a step forward and Jiho cowers unexpectedly. "Love and sex are not that simple for everybody."
"Look, I don't wanna get into this," Jiho says, holding his hands up in defiance. "Whatever, if Yukwon's pissed, he's pissed, no skin off my nose."
"Am I hitting too close to home?"
"Too close to homo," Kyung snickers, still grinning.
Jiho wants to ignore the both of them, wants to get up and leave but he's rattled now, a prickling sensation creeping up his back scratching at his neck.
"Shut up," he says, his face hot. "You don't know anything."
"Why don't you tell us then, Jiho?" Minhyuk's voice is still soft, but it's probing, digging deeper.
"There's nothing to tell. I don't have a problem with you or anyone else being gay. End of story."
"What about yourself?"
Jiho's heart skips a beat.
"I don't have a problem with myself, either."
"Prove it," Minhyuk says, simply.
Against his better judgement, Jiho allows himself to ask. "How?"
"Suck his dick," Kyung jokes.
And that's what it should have been; a joke. But as soon as the words are out the atmosphere changes and Minhyuk is staring at Jiho like he can read his mind.
"What will that prove?" Jiho asks but his voice is small, nervous and he knows the answer anyway.
"It will prove you're not afraid of sucking some dick." Kyung tries to keep his tone light but he's not laughing anymore and his voice has taken on a different edge.
"I'm not afraid of anything." Jiho's words sound weak, even to him. Feeble. Like he has no chance.
Fuck, he thinks. Why do I keep up this bravado? Why do I pretend to be such a badass when things get to me? First Youngmin now...this. Whatever this is. And why the fuck is Minhyuk looking at me like that?
"Have you ever sucked a dick before?"
Minhyuk's sentence catches him off-guard and Jiho finds himself blushing furiously. "What? No!"
"Have you ever thought about it?"
Jiho doesn't answer, his face really hot now. His mind churns and Youngmin pops into his head. The kid is too fucking pretty, all eyes and lips and soft skin and gentle "Jiho-hyung" and really, it was the hyung that triggered off all these thoughts, so deep and manly but coming from such a soft and feminine mouth, it was all he could think about for days, especially in the shower, and in his room, and in the studio that one time -
"No."
- and pretty much every two days since then. And so what, anyway? So what if he had? And so what if he had more than once? And about more than one person? It didn't mean anything. Just because he thought about going down on Yukwon more than he thought about their next album, just because he thought about blowing him and letting him come in his mouth and maybe even swallowing more than he thought about their title track, it didn't mean - wait, what, Yukwon?
"Dude, it's cool. I've thought about Yukwon, too, and he's not even my type."
Kyung's words snap him out of his epiphany and Jiho realises that fuck, he's been talking out loud again. He needs to stop doing that. Wait, what the fuck did Kyung just say? Kyung and Yukwon? What?
Before he can make sense of anything, Minhyuk reaches down and closes his fingers around Jiho's ankles, swiftly tugging him down the bed towards him. Jiho opens his mouth in protest but no words come out, shock at Kyung's casual confession and Minhyuk's sudden action rendering him speechless.
"What are you doing?" he finally manages to say, his voice a low croak.
"I'm not doing anything." Minhyuk grabs Jiho's chin and angles it upwards. "But you will be."
With his other hand he unties the loose knot around his waist and his towel drops to the floor. Jiho refuses to look down and stares at Minhyuk's face instead.
Don't look down, he says to himself, don't you fucking look down, Woo Jiho.
His jaw hardens with resolve and he sees Minhyuk doing the same, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
"I thought you weren't afraid of anything."
Jiho feels a twitch working at his temple, feels his mouth going dry, his pulse speeding up.
"I'm not. But nobody tells me what to do."
He twists his head, pulling his chin out from under Minhyuk's grasp and holding it up higher. He knows his gesture is childish but he can't help it.
"I'm not making you do anything you don't want to do."
Jiho cracks. "I don't want- why do you think I want- I don't want to fucking suck your-"
"He's not gonna do it," Kyung says flatly. "He's in pussy mode."
"Swear to God, Kyung, you better shut your mouth or else I'll-"
"Else you'll what?"
"Else I'll-"
Jiho is stopped by Minhyuk leaning down to swallow his words in a hot, dry kiss. It's rough but slow and when Minhyuk pulls back Jiho is breathing hard and his eyelids are fluttering.
"Are you ready to quit fucking around and suck my dick now?"
Jiho is unable to form a coherent sentence. Did Minhyuk just kiss him? Was Minhyuk's tongue just in his mouth then? And did he like it? Fuck, he liked it. Fuck, can Minhyuk kiss him again? He bites his lip hard, trying to stop the words in his head from spilling out into the air but ofcourse it's too late.
"I'll kiss you all you want after you suck my dick. Are you going to suck my dick?"
Jiho finds himself nodding wordlessly.
"Good. You can start by looking at it."
Still in a daze, Jiho looks down and Minhyuk is hung. He instinctively licks his lips and hears a sharp intake of breath - Minhyuk's watching him, eyes already half closed in antipication. Cautiously, Jiho reaches up and wraps his fingers around the base of Minhyuk's cock.
I have no idea what I'm doing, he thinks, but Minhyuk stutters and his reaction sets off something in Jiho, curiosity, arousal, a mixture of both, he's not sure but he likes how when he slides his hand upwards and then back down again Minhyuk stutters some more. He watches in awe, Minhyuk's eyes lidded with ecstasy, chest rising and falling heavily, mouth dropping open, breathing out his name as Jiho works his cock erect. Jiho's own body gets hotter, liquid heat surging through his veins, pumping in his limbs.
I'm jacking off Minhyuk, Jiho thinks, and he's so giddy with the realisation he opens his mouth to laugh but instead finds himself running the tip of his tongue along the underside of Minhyuk's cock, still gauging his reaction. He's sloppy and awkward and shy and he's not sure if he's any good at this but suddenly he wants to be and this urge makes any traces of doubt disappear from his mind. He's still blushing and still unsure but he flicks his tongue and Minhyuk lets out a wretched sound, somewhere between pleasure and pain, and Jiho is spurred on, licks at his frenulum, testing, teasing. He knows how he likes to be sucked off and if Minhyuk's ragged cursing and choked cries are anything to go, he knows how Minhyuk likes to be sucked off, too.
"Stop playing games, Jiho. Put it in your fucking mouth."
The earlier feeling of being powerless has vanished and Jiho smirks, rubbing the head of Minhyuk's cock against his swollen lips. He spits down once, twice, and swirls his tongue around in large, lazy circles, eyes never leaving his face, until Minhyuk hisses.
"No fucking games," Minhyuk says through gritted teeth and grabs Jiho's jaw again, surges his hips forward. His cock slides easily into Jiho's mouth and he almost chokes, caught by surprise. He regains his composure quickly and before he knows it, his cheeks are hollowed out and he's taking Minhyuk's entire length into his mouth, trying not to gag the deeper Minhyuk pushes in.
It feels good. It feels fucking good.
A hand slides underneath his tshirt, palms pressing against his stomach, fingertips brushing against his nipples. Teeth graze over the back of his neck and he gasps, his gag reflex momentarily forgotten causing him to choke on Minhyuk's cock.
"Concentrate," Kyung whispers and pushes Jiho's head further down.
Minhyuk's hips jerk and he lets out a low growl, replacing Kyung's hand with both of his own. His palms push against Jiho's ears, fingers cradling the back of his head as he fucks deeper into Jiho's mouth. Jiho feels like he's about to explode, pressure coming at him from all directions, his hearing muffled, his mouth gagged. He's vaguely aware of hands working at his jeans, his belt wrenched loose, a button popping open, a zipper pulled down. His head spins from the lack of oxygen and the strange sensation of having his hearing compromised and he braces his hands against Minhyuk's thighs to stop himself from passing out. Every time Minhyuk's cock hits the back of his throat his fingers knead desperately at the solid flesh, nails digging in. Minhyuk groans and falters slightly, his knees buckling and his hands loosening their grip.
"On your knees. Now."
Jiho complies, dropping to the floor in a heartbeat. His belt buckle jingles as he does so, his jeans slipping further down his hips. He doesn't need to look at himself to know he is fully and painfully hard. Fuck, I need to jack off, I need to fucking-
"Don't even think about touching yourself."
Jiho whimpers loudly around the cock in his mouth and the vibrations make Minhyuk's eyes roll back in his head.
"Yet," he mutters hoarsely, the hands in his hair tightening again, pulling until tears spring to Jiho's eyes.
Minhyuk holds his head in place as he fucks into his mouth then they switch, Minhyuk stilling his hips while Jiho moves. The deeper Jiho goes the dirtier Minhyuk gets, calling him a nasty boy, asking if he likes sucking dick, if it feels good, encouraging him when Jiho's tongue does something new or when Jiho's fist twists in a different way. Minhyuk pulls out, rubbing his cock against Jiho's cheeks as he gasps for air and then suddenly Minhyuk laughs. Jiho turns his head and Kyung is kneeling on the bed watching them, rubbing his cock through his jeans. He's still grinning but his face is flushed.
"I think it's my turn now," he says and Minhyuk hums in agreement.
In one swift movement Kyung pulls down both his jeans and underwear and his cock springs out, the head brushing against his bellybutton. Before Jiho can even fathom how thick Kyung is and what the fuck is going on here, Minhyuk is turning him around by his hair, gently guiding his head down onto Kyung. The stretch is wider this time and Kyung is much rougher, lightly slapping Jiho's face and grabbing his jaw, talking dirty and telling him to suck harder in a low but steady voice.
Jiho hates being told what to do but like this, with Kyung's dick in his mouth and Minhyuk behind him, breath hot against his neck, teeth scraping across his skin, hands wandering greedily over his body, like this, it blows his mind. Fuck, Minhyuk. His hand fumbles around blindly and Minhyuk chuckles in his ear, taking his hand and leading it to his cock. Jiho's fingers automatically close around him and he moves his fist in sync with his head. It isn't long before Minhyuk is shuddering behind him and wrapping both arms around Jiho's torso.
"I'm going to come," he whispers hotly, "do you want me to make you come?" He slides a warm, wet hand down to Jiho's cock, fuck, fucking finally, and Kyung's cock pops out of Jiho's mouth as he throws his head back onto Minhyuk's shoulder, breath hitching.
"Do you want it?" Minhyuk asks. "Do you want me to make you come? Say it."
"Fuck," Jiho bites out. "Fuck, I want it, give it to me, make me come."
He doesn't need to say anymore. Minhyuk laughs again, raw, low, sexy, the sexiest sound he's ever heard, then bites on Jiho's neck while both his hands wrap around his cock. He pumps him, fast and vigorously, spitting down onto his hands and then onto Jiho's cock, making everything so much slicker and smoother. Fuck, Jiho stutters, how does Minhyuk know I like it like this? and he hears another laugh and then a different one joining in. Jiho barely remembers what happens next. Everything gets lost in a rush of movement and guttural noises, desperate groans from Minhyuk, swear words from Kyung. All he knows is that it feels good, so fucking good that he can't hold back anymore. He comes first, a hand around each cock, milking them both as he rocks into Minhyuk's hand. Minhyuk is next, collapsing against Jiho and pushing him forward and then it's Kyung, on his knees infront of Jiho and shooting into his mouth. Minhyuk rides out his orgasm against the back of Jiho's thigh and Kyung slides two fingers into Jiho's mouth and tells him to suck as he jacks out the last few drops of cum.
Jiho is hot, sticky, messy, his breathing erratic, his skin and hair damp with sweat. But his body has never felt like this in his entire life and he has never come so hard in all his dirty, porn-watching existence. This is better than porn, he thinks, sucking dick is better than porn and that's when it sinks in.
Did I just...did Minhyuk just...did Kyung just...
And the answer to all his questions is yes, yes, yes.
He's a little stunned and a little something else, too - relieved? Yeah. Relieved. Bizarrely relieved.
Yukwon has no reason to not be talking to me now, he thinks and laughs to himself.
That's when a voice comes, out of nowhere.
"Are you sure about that?"
The three of them turn to see Yukwon standing by the hotel door, a swipe card dangling loosely from his fingertips.