Fic: Morning
Jongup startles so suddenly awake that he gasps.
He’s disoriented, and his heart is thudding madly in his chest even as he looks around. It’s still pitch black, and when he squints at the clock on the bedside table, four am becomes four oh one.
Jongup makes a sound, too tired to groan, and looks around again. But nothing seems out of the ordinary, and when he glances over his shoulder, he sees that his bedmate is still asleep, his back gently moving with his even breathing.
Confused, Jongup slides down again, the warm sheets embracing his still tired body. As his head falls down onto his pillow again however, he becomes distinctly aware of something uncomfortable, and rolling onto his side, Jongup flips up the blanket.
Moon Jongup is twenty three years old.
It’s been nearly seven years since he last woke up with a hard on.
At least, not one caused by a lover.
Glancing over his shoulder again, Jongup weighs his options. He doesn’t want to move, but the throbbing between his legs is persistent, and he really doesn’t want to be a bother.
So, quiet and carefully as possible, Jongup fights the grogginess in his limbs and slides out from beneath the sheets, tiptoeing toward the door. He has to adjust his briefs, dangerously close to migrating right off his ass, but the friction is too much for his sensitive body and he’s only going to be taking them off anyway.
He tries to be quiet as he opens the door, though the hinges creak and he waits for just a moment, but the man in his bed doesn’t stir. Jongup continues on to the bathroom just down the hall, his exhausted mind deeming that the best idea as he closes the door quietly behind him.
He flicks on the light and winces, closing his eyes. It’s too bright after the dark of the bedroom, and hurts his fuzzy head. Shoving his underwear off and kicking them aside, Jongup stumbles toward the shower and turns it on, testing the temperature before climbing inside.
At first, he just lets the hot water soak his hair and cascade down his back, easing his tense muscles, and lets his mind drift. As it comes around to the man still sleeping just down the hall, the pulsing in his groin intensifies, and Jongup gives in with a low groan.
Wrapping a hand around himself, Jongup is unhurried as his mind pulls up memories, both new and old, to help him along. It’s not like he has to try very hard, because he remembers most of them with great clarity, and the man he imagines is flawless.
He’s so immersed in his fantasy that he doesn’t hear the door open, and he would have remained oblivious had the man not spoken right outside the door.
“Jongup? Are you okay?”
Jongup groans, tugging harder at himself.
“I’m fine, Himchan. Go back to bed.”
Himchan doesn’t reply, and Jongup hears the door close. He sighs and shuts his eyes again, trying to concentrate. So it makes sense then that he’s startled by the pair of arms that wrap around his waist and the firm chest that presses up against his back.
“Now why would I do that, when you so obviously need some help,” Himchan murmurs against Jongup’s ear, his voice still husky from sleep. Sliding his hand down Jongup’s abdomen, he knocks his hand away and replaces it with his own, his strokes slow but steady.
Jongup lets his head fall back against Himchan’s shoulder with a moan and surrenders himself to the pleasure. Sparks burst behind his eyelids and his toes curl against the shower floor as he begins rolls his hips up into Himchan’s hand, breathing becoming heavy and focus narrowing to chasing that high.
Himchan begins twisting his hand as he brings his hand upward in faster jerks, and Jongup slaps a hand to the slick tile beside them, knees nearly knocking together. He’s so close he can taste it, and when Himchan sinks his teeth into the cartilage of Jongup’s ear, Jongup loses it, clenching his teeth hard against the heat that surges through him as he paints the shower wall in white.
He’s so out of it that when he’s turned around and pressed up against the cold tile his brain takes a moment too long to follow, and the warm lips that brush his make his eyes snap open.
Himchan pulls back with a small smile. “There you are, sleepy head. Would you mind..?”
Jongup blinks and looks downward, nodding before he really thinks about it. However, instead of wrapping his hand around Himchan, Jongup sinks to his knees and takes him in his mouth, fingers curling around Himchan’s fleshy thighs.
Himchan groans, his own fingernails digging into the tile while the other settles on Jongup’s head. Jongup takes that as his cue, putting his lips and tongue to good use as he sucks Himchan off. It doesn’t really take much, and Jongup winces when Himchan bucks against his face, backing off at the last second to cum all over the side of Jongup’s face and chest instead.
Jongup waits, trying to catch his breath, until hands slip beneath his armpits and hoist him to his feet. When he sways, Himchan steadies him, kissing his nose. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” He whispers, and Jongup nods, his exhaustion back full force as he lets Himchan wash him and press little kisses everywhere he cleans. Then he just holds Jongup, his head fitting perfectly on top of the shorter man’s.
“We really should go back to bed,” He murmurs. Jongup nods, and reluctantly they part, Himchan reaching out to rub the bags beneath the younger man’s eyes. Jongup smiles tiredly back. “Go on,” He says, soaking up the last of the hot water. “Two more minutes.”
Himchan sighs but does, leaving Jongup alone in the shower as he dries himself off and slips back into his pajamas. Jongup hears the door open and hums, then reaches around to turn off the water.
The hallway is cold after the heat of the bathroom, and in nothing but his underwear, Jongup wishes for something more as he returns to their bedroom, careful as he slides back beneath the blanket.
Even still, an arm finds itself around his waist, and Jongup turns on his side to curl back against the older man, inhaling quietly.
“Jonguppie? Where’d you go?”
Jongup lets out the breath.
“Nowhere, Jae. Go back to sleep.”
Youngjae hums, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.
“’Kay. Love you.”
Jongup swallows, staring at the opposite wall through the dark.
Himchan's room.
He shuts his eyes.
“Love you too.”
He whispers.
He’s disoriented, and his heart is thudding madly in his chest even as he looks around. It’s still pitch black, and when he squints at the clock on the bedside table, four am becomes four oh one.
Jongup makes a sound, too tired to groan, and looks around again. But nothing seems out of the ordinary, and when he glances over his shoulder, he sees that his bedmate is still asleep, his back gently moving with his even breathing.
Confused, Jongup slides down again, the warm sheets embracing his still tired body. As his head falls down onto his pillow again however, he becomes distinctly aware of something uncomfortable, and rolling onto his side, Jongup flips up the blanket.
Moon Jongup is twenty three years old.
It’s been nearly seven years since he last woke up with a hard on.
At least, not one caused by a lover.
Glancing over his shoulder again, Jongup weighs his options. He doesn’t want to move, but the throbbing between his legs is persistent, and he really doesn’t want to be a bother.
So, quiet and carefully as possible, Jongup fights the grogginess in his limbs and slides out from beneath the sheets, tiptoeing toward the door. He has to adjust his briefs, dangerously close to migrating right off his ass, but the friction is too much for his sensitive body and he’s only going to be taking them off anyway.
He tries to be quiet as he opens the door, though the hinges creak and he waits for just a moment, but the man in his bed doesn’t stir. Jongup continues on to the bathroom just down the hall, his exhausted mind deeming that the best idea as he closes the door quietly behind him.
He flicks on the light and winces, closing his eyes. It’s too bright after the dark of the bedroom, and hurts his fuzzy head. Shoving his underwear off and kicking them aside, Jongup stumbles toward the shower and turns it on, testing the temperature before climbing inside.
At first, he just lets the hot water soak his hair and cascade down his back, easing his tense muscles, and lets his mind drift. As it comes around to the man still sleeping just down the hall, the pulsing in his groin intensifies, and Jongup gives in with a low groan.
Wrapping a hand around himself, Jongup is unhurried as his mind pulls up memories, both new and old, to help him along. It’s not like he has to try very hard, because he remembers most of them with great clarity, and the man he imagines is flawless.
He’s so immersed in his fantasy that he doesn’t hear the door open, and he would have remained oblivious had the man not spoken right outside the door.
“Jongup? Are you okay?”
Jongup groans, tugging harder at himself.
“I’m fine, Himchan. Go back to bed.”
Himchan doesn’t reply, and Jongup hears the door close. He sighs and shuts his eyes again, trying to concentrate. So it makes sense then that he’s startled by the pair of arms that wrap around his waist and the firm chest that presses up against his back.
“Now why would I do that, when you so obviously need some help,” Himchan murmurs against Jongup’s ear, his voice still husky from sleep. Sliding his hand down Jongup’s abdomen, he knocks his hand away and replaces it with his own, his strokes slow but steady.
Jongup lets his head fall back against Himchan’s shoulder with a moan and surrenders himself to the pleasure. Sparks burst behind his eyelids and his toes curl against the shower floor as he begins rolls his hips up into Himchan’s hand, breathing becoming heavy and focus narrowing to chasing that high.
Himchan begins twisting his hand as he brings his hand upward in faster jerks, and Jongup slaps a hand to the slick tile beside them, knees nearly knocking together. He’s so close he can taste it, and when Himchan sinks his teeth into the cartilage of Jongup’s ear, Jongup loses it, clenching his teeth hard against the heat that surges through him as he paints the shower wall in white.
He’s so out of it that when he’s turned around and pressed up against the cold tile his brain takes a moment too long to follow, and the warm lips that brush his make his eyes snap open.
Himchan pulls back with a small smile. “There you are, sleepy head. Would you mind..?”
Jongup blinks and looks downward, nodding before he really thinks about it. However, instead of wrapping his hand around Himchan, Jongup sinks to his knees and takes him in his mouth, fingers curling around Himchan’s fleshy thighs.
Himchan groans, his own fingernails digging into the tile while the other settles on Jongup’s head. Jongup takes that as his cue, putting his lips and tongue to good use as he sucks Himchan off. It doesn’t really take much, and Jongup winces when Himchan bucks against his face, backing off at the last second to cum all over the side of Jongup’s face and chest instead.
Jongup waits, trying to catch his breath, until hands slip beneath his armpits and hoist him to his feet. When he sways, Himchan steadies him, kissing his nose. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” He whispers, and Jongup nods, his exhaustion back full force as he lets Himchan wash him and press little kisses everywhere he cleans. Then he just holds Jongup, his head fitting perfectly on top of the shorter man’s.
“We really should go back to bed,” He murmurs. Jongup nods, and reluctantly they part, Himchan reaching out to rub the bags beneath the younger man’s eyes. Jongup smiles tiredly back. “Go on,” He says, soaking up the last of the hot water. “Two more minutes.”
Himchan sighs but does, leaving Jongup alone in the shower as he dries himself off and slips back into his pajamas. Jongup hears the door open and hums, then reaches around to turn off the water.
The hallway is cold after the heat of the bathroom, and in nothing but his underwear, Jongup wishes for something more as he returns to their bedroom, careful as he slides back beneath the blanket.
Even still, an arm finds itself around his waist, and Jongup turns on his side to curl back against the older man, inhaling quietly.
“Jonguppie? Where’d you go?”
Jongup lets out the breath.
“Nowhere, Jae. Go back to sleep.”
Youngjae hums, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.
“’Kay. Love you.”
Jongup swallows, staring at the opposite wall through the dark.
Himchan's room.
He shuts his eyes.
“Love you too.”
He whispers.