[Fic] Almost In Love
Title: Almost In Love [Oneshot]
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jongin/Wufan plus side Chanyeol/Sehun
Length:: ~13,000w
Warning: Lots of sex
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys.
Summary: CollegeAU! Wufan strays off his beaten path and falls for an indifferent Jongin.
Author's Note: There's either too much sex or not enough. I can't tell.
Wufan is kind of a douche. This is something Chanyeol (read: best friend) likes to remind him of often despite the older male really not giving a shit. Chanyeol once told him he was emotionally detached from anything not involving his dick and Wufan couldn't disagree. It's not, strictly, that he doesn't care, but he enjoys sex far too much to be distracted by everything else that likes to tag along with it. He also thoroughly enjoys making people fall for him, possibly because it's the one thing he has full control over in his life. Chanyeol tried to dissect this personality flaw once, declaring the blame lay solely on his overbearing parents. He supposes it's Chanyeol's way of accepting who he is.
Much to his dismay, things seem to be fizzling out lately and he's not sure if it's because of his choices in partners or because there's something wrong with him. It's almost starting to feel like a chore and it makes him feel disoriented because he always knows what he wants and right now he just . . . doesn't. It's like he's used up all his enthusiasm and all he has left is a bad taste in his mouth and the sinking feeling of the unfamiliar. Most of all it makes him feel weak and he hates it. The only thing he hates more is his inability to fix it.
"It's no fun anymore." Wufan is fully aware that he's moping, dangerously bordering on whining. He's leaning against a table, Chanyeol beside him after their last class, tugging at the end of his long-sleeved shirt and wondering if maybe he should have worn a jacket like his friend. It's starting to get colder.
"Maybe you should settle down." There's a mischievous look in Chanyeol's eyes and he thumps him on the forehead.
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Well why don't you try something new." Chanyeol is met with a questioning look as the other man tilts his head. "Broaden your horizons!" He proceeds to sweep his arms out toward the mostly empty courtyard. It's unimpressive.
The current horizon consists of a chatty group of girls that make Wufan shudder, a guy cutting through the grass on his bicycle and a lone figure sitting at one of the small tables across the lawn, books strewn and scribbling notes frantically. Said figure is male with a baggy sweater and black hair, pushing his too long bangs out of his eyes every few seconds as if the result will change after so many attempts. Definitely insane, but he piques Wufan's interest anyway, especially when he gets a view of his face. He's pleasantly surprised to be met with full lips, high cheek bones and wonderfully tanned skin. His mood perks right up.
"That's Jongin," Chanyeol offers. "He's in my history class. Bit of a loner. Totally not your type. You should go for it."
Toying with the idea for a little while longer, he watches as the boy takes a bite of an energy bar, wiping the crumbs off the front of his sweater with a sleeve, resulting only in spreading them further. It's a tad pathetic to be honest. Well, he doesn't really have anything to lose by trying except, you know, his dignity, but he's about to lose that anyway so it's a wash. Besides, there are few witnesses and Chanyeol can be easily bribed with candy.
Wufan makes his way over to the overflowing table and slides into the empty seat across from his prey, folding his arms and leaning on the table, or rather the books on the table, expectantly. Jongin looks up at him, blinking in surprise.
Oh. He has a really nice face. The distance didn't do him justice at all and Wufan is enjoying himself a lot more. He casts him a small smile, expecting perhaps a shy smile in return or even a blush to spread across his cheeks like every other person he's approached. What he's not expecting is the judging stare he receives instead.
"Sorry, I'm not tutoring this semester," Jongin says after a few more moments of silence.
Wufan opens his mouth to speak, but he's cut off by the shrill sound of what he can only figure is an alarm. Jongin turns off the alarm on his phone, cursing as he shoves the rest of his energy bar in his mouth, tosses his books in his bag - nearly toppling his guest over in the process - and runs off. Wufan is still sitting there, stunned into inaction as Chanyeol sits in the seat Jongin had been occupying, laughter spilling from his lips. Wufan glares at him and Chanyeol only laughs harder.
Jongin is sitting in the corner of the dining hall the next time Wufan spots him. He's buried in books again as he eats, or rather tries to eat. Wufan is amazed more than half his lunch manages to make it in his mouth. Again he slides into the seat across from him as the boy blows his bangs out of his face. He looks up long enough to ascertain the identity of the intruder before returning his attention to the stack of notes he'd been poring over. Wufan is a bit ruffled.
"Do you do anything besides study?"
Jongin looks up at him and stares condescendingly as he stuffs his mouth full of food. "I eat."
"Clarification," he begins with a tilt of his head. "Do you do anything for fun?"
A pair of eyes narrow at him as they sweep across his face. "We both know you're not interested in my extracurriculars."
"Then what you do think I'm interested in?"
"I don't have time for games," Jongin starts before gesturing at Wufan. "Or you."
Well that stings a bit more than Wufan reasons it should and he's unsure how he managed to lose control of the conversation. A shadow falls across the table and he looks up into the smiling face of Chanyeol. Fantastic.
"Hey Jongin, you think I can borrow your history notes?"
His classmate gives him a nod and starts rifling through his notebooks as Wufan takes the opportunity to send Chanyeol a death glare. A death glare his friend fully chooses to ignore. "I need this back before next class," he informs the if-looks-could-kill-he'd-be-a-smoldering-pile-of-ash giant before handing over his precious notes.
"Of course." Then said pile of ash wraps his hand around Wufan's wrist, tugging him out of his seat and out of the building.
"What the hell was that for?" Wufan demands when they're out of sight.
"You were dying. It was painful." Chanyeol clutches his heart and pouts. Wufan kicks him in the shin.
Wufan spies Jongin a few days later, walking quickly down a path with his head down and backpack slung across one shoulder. He alters his course for an interception when he finds himself blocked off. There's a grinning face that's not Chanyeol in his personal space and it's freaking him out a little. He finds he's more annoyed than anything, attempting to ditch this new admirer - old admirer? - who seems rather persistent, but Wufan is most definitely not interested. By the time he gets away Jongin is gone and his mood sours. There's something to be said of a challenge, which just so happens to be what Jongin is now. It's new and exciting and Wufan will not back down until he has that boy moaning his name.
Wufan finally gets the brilliant idea to wait for Jongin outside his History class since that's the only part of the boy's schedule he actually knows. Naturally Chanyeol walks out the door before Jongin.
"Aw sweetie, you shouldn't have!" his friend declares happily as he sees him. Chanyeol is busy wrapping his arms around Wufan when Jongin walks out of the classroom, resulting in the taller man shoving Chanyeol away so he can catch up to him.
There's a falter in his steps when Wufan starts pacing him. "You don't listen well," Jongin finally says as he squints up at the guy beside him.
"I do when I want to," Wufan responds with a shrug. Jongin huffs and starts walking faster only forcing him to speed up as well. "Are you headed to another class or are you free?"
"I said I don't have time. Some of us need to study something other than human anatomy."
"A small break won't kill your GPA. Human anatomy happens to be a wonderful subject and you might even enjoy it."
"Noted. Now if you don't mind, I have somewhere else to be."
Wufan lets Jongin walk off, defeat sinking into his stomach as he shoves his chilled hands into his pockets. He's never had so much trouble getting someone's attention. It's frustrating and thrilling all at once.
"You're grumpy when you're not getting laid regularly," Chanyeol observes. Wufan narrows his eyes and tosses a pencil in his general direction, hoping for maximum damage yet achieving none. "Maybe this horizon thing was a bad call. I don't think I can put up with your ass anymore."
"You want me to give up? You think I can't do it?"
His eyes widen comically and he shakes his head vigorously, curls bouncing around wildly. "No, no, no. I'm just saying sticking with the tried and true might be better for all of us."
"Not this time."
"Wufan," Chanyeol whines.
"Persistence is a virtue."
"That is not how that goes."
Giving up isn't something Wufan does, but he's starting to consider it after being blown off by Jongin again earlier that day - and the day before. He's not entirely sure his ego can take another blow, Jongin brushing him off like he's nothing repeatedly dinging it up pretty badly. Curse his vanity. Maybe Chanyeol is right.
Wait.
No.
Chanyeol is never right.
Wufan sighs, leaning back and running his hands over his face roughly. This is ridiculous. He should stop before he truly makes an ass of himself.
But then there's that nagging thought, an image of Jongin flitting through his mind, his imagination assaulting him with visions of the boy in so very many compromising positions and Wufan's loud groan resonates through his room. Fuck, he can't give it up. Not yet.
This is probably the first Friday night Wufan has ever spent in a library, usually too occupied with someone else to waste the first night of the weekend on something as trivial as studying. He decides it's time to put down the book and call it a night when the words in front of him start blurring together. He packs quietly before making his way to the exit, a familiar figure hunched in the corner drawing his attention before he can make it out. Jongin is balling up a piece of paper and tossing it into the ever growing pile on the other side of the table. Wufan watches him for a minute, debating if he should even bother going over because he's tired, his brain hurts and he's liable to snap at the boy if he blows him off again.
Jongin runs his hands roughly through his hair before writing again, but it's not long before he's scribbling furiously through everything he's written and balling up the paper again as a quiet noise of frustration slips into the almost silent room. This time Wufan shoots him a sympathetic smile when he sits down even though all he gets in return is a glare. "It's late," Wufan starts. "You clearly need sleep, so go home. Relax."
The boy snorts before running his hands over his face a few times. He looks so tired. Wufan can see the dark circles under his eyes and the almost permanent furrow in his forehead. He feels a twinge of something in his stomach that he quickly pushes down because it's probably just hunger related.
"If you don't know how to relax, I volunteer my services."
Jongin is looking at him and he can see the internal debate raging in his head. He's chewing his bottom lip and his eyes are fixated on Wufan's mouth. "How can you help?"
Wufan fights to keep the victory smile off his face. He has to play his cards right here because Jongin has proved to be unpredictable. Better to be safe than knocked down another peg.
"Back massage."
Feeling rather pleased with his small victory, Wufan climbs onto the bed, tossing a leg over the boy under him so he can straddle his thighs. He sits himself down right on Jongin's ass - and it is a nice ass. How had he missed that? Relishing the feel of the pert butt under him, he forgets what he is supposed to be doing before the owner of said butt is lifting it and letting out a disgruntled noise to get his attention. And get his attention it does. Wufan chokes down his surprise before flexing his fingers and digging them into Jongin's cloth-covered back. Pity.
Starting at the shoulders, he presses his thumbs into tense muscles and starts rubbing in circles. He takes his time, fully working the kinks and knots out of one area before moving to the next. It's not long before the recipient is making his approval vocal, soft moans and the occasional hiss reverberate in his ears and send a familiar warmth to his stomach. Oh yeah, this was a good call. There are so many other ways to make him moan, but he'll take what he can get. For now.
Wufan can't help himself, slipping his hands under Jongin's shirt and laying them flat across his lower back, earning a low noise from the boy himself. Pressing down with the heel of his palms, he's rewarded with a sigh of satisfaction and that's as good as permission so he continues. Moving up, his fingers dig into bare skin this time as the shirt rides up with his hands until it's bunched under his arms. Wufan brushes his fingers teasingly down his spine and Jongin shudders, the vibration going straight to his already half hard dick. If he doesn't stop moving Wufan is going to have a serious problem in his pants.
As if sensing the distress, Jongin starts shifting, Wufan lifting up just enough for him to roll over and prop on his elbows. His shirt is still high on his torso and his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink. Wufan's eyes rake over the toned muscle of his stomach with appreciation before he flicks his gaze back up to his face.
"This is your shot. What are you waiting for?"
That's as good an invitation as any so Wufan takes the opportunity to lean down and kiss Jongin thoroughly, plump lips so soft and moist under his own. The kiss is amazing, only made better by the needy moan Jongin lets out when his mouth opens to his tongue. It's low and rough and it sends a thrill through Wufan's body until it settles in the bottom of his stomach to form a knot. Jongin pulls him down by his hair until he's laying flat on top of him. He rolls his hips and the boy inhales sharply through his nose, wrapping his legs around his waist and pulling him down further. It's Wufan's turn to moan, grinding down again as fingers find their way under his shirt. Blunt nails dig into the skin of his lower back before running up to his shoulder blades and Wufan sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth.
Clothing is an unacceptable obstacle, both of them scrambling to peel it off until they're left in nothing but skin. A naked Jongin far surpasses how Wufan imagined him, unblemished tan skin and carefully crafted muscle definition only being the most obvious. Wufan is pressing himself back down when the other boy hooks a leg around him and flips them over so he's on top. Jongin leans down and licks up the side of Wufan's neck before his teeth latch on, making him buck up as he grabs the boy's hips and forces them down. Hearing Jongin whimper makes his cock twitch with need. It's been a long time since he's been this hard and Jongin is driving him crazy. He writes it off as a side effect of not having sex in so long. It has nothing to do with Jongin and how damn much he wants him.
Nope.
Not at all.
A warm hand is wrapping around his cock, moving up and down so very slowly as Jongin kisses him again. Wufan moves into his touch eagerly, wanting more and more, but then the hand is gone and he's pulling away. Wufan can't help admiring his flushed cheeks, wet lips and mussed hair. He takes in the smooth thighs pressed against his and runs his hands over them before gripping tightly. A hitch in Jongin's breathing lets him know that he likes it. Leaning over, his hand disappears between the bed and wall before reappearing with a condom and lube, letting the condom fall on Wufan's stomach to rest as he uncaps the bottle. Jongin coats his fingers and shimmies back, shifting to straddle one thigh as his knee rests between Wufan's legs. He looks up at him through the hair that's fallen in his face and Wufan thinks he's the prettiest thing he's ever seen, his heart rate speeding up accordingly.
Wufan is fully expecting Jongin to prepare himself, so he's surprised when he presses a finger to his entrance instead. Sitting up on his elbows with a protest on his lips, Wufan is distracted with a kiss, Jongin sliding his tongue inside his mouth the same time he slides his lubed finger inside his ass. He groans, lifting his hips slightly. This is not what he planned, but it's clear Jongin is in control and there's little he can do about it now. There's the unmistakable feeling of a cock rubbing against his thigh as the digit moves in and out carefully. Wufan tugs on Jongin's bottom lip with his teeth and he slides another finger in. It takes longer than he remembers, but the uncomfortable feeling slowly recedes and Wufan starts pushing back against Jongin's fingers as they work him open. His arms start trembling as he feels a spike of pleasure rush through him. Wufan moans loud in Jongin's mouth before pulling away so he can lay flat on the bed. When Jongin tugs one of his nipples with his teeth, the older boy arches up and threads his fingers in the dark head of hair. He gives an experimental tug and Jongin moans, his cock pressing harder into Wufan's thigh.
A third finger is finally added and Wufan can already feel the sweat beading on his forehead. His cock is so hard it's nearly painful and right now all he wants is for Jongin to fuck him senseless. Wufan releases Jongin's hair and reaches down to grab the condom still laying on his stomach, ripping open the package with slightly shaky fingers while Jongin pulls away enough for him to roll it on. Cock coated in lube, he settles himself back between the older boy's legs. Taking in a deep breath to prepare himself, Wufan lifts one leg and wraps it around Jongin's waist as he slowly starts pushing in. With a lift of his hips he shifts forward to pull more of Jongin inside and Wufan has to bite his lip to not let any pained noises escape. He hasn't bottomed in so long and it feels so unfamiliar, but the way Jongin is looking at him makes the discomfort worth it.
Jongin is seated all the way inside him and not moving, his hand gripping Wufan's hip hard as he leans down to capture his lips in a kiss. Sucking on the tongue in his mouth, he balls his fingers in Jongin's hair and pulls lightly, the boy rocking his hips against him instinctively. The movement, while still foreign, isn't quite painful anymore so Wufan rolls his hips up and the moan Jongin lets out is amazing and he wants to hear it again and again. Jongin moves away from his mouth, raising up to brace his hands on either side of his head, looking straight down at Wufan, bottom lip in his teeth as he pulls almost all the way out and slides back in.
Needing to feel more, he wraps his other leg around Jongin's waist to pull him in deeper. Speed picks up after a few slow thrusts, the feel of someone inside him so amazing although he's damn sure it never felt this good before and they hadn't even gotten to the good part yet. Jongin snaps his hips quicker, raising a little and Wufan clenches around him as a tendril of pleasure races through his body.
Jongin falls from his hands to his elbows, his hips snapping forward again and again, each time sliding in at that right angle. Trying to find purchase against his sweat covered skin was becoming impossible, fingers sliding as he clutches tighter to the boy above him. He's flexing his thighs, lifting his hips to meet each hard thrust despite the near inability to do anything else from all the fire racing through his sensitive body. He can feel Jongin's breath on his skin, hot and heavy with each exhale and it makes it that much better.
The thrusting is relentless, never slowing and never off course and it makes Wufan feel like he's melting into a puddle of nerve endings, over-stimulated and under too much pressure. He's not sure if his moans are getting louder or if they only seem louder because he's so hyper aware. His cock throbs every time Jongin buries himself inside his ass and his legs are trembling with the effort of keeping up, but he can't stop because it's all so amazing and damn near earth shattering. It's a miracle he's managed to last this long.
Jongin props himself on one elbow and reaches down between their bodies to wrap his hand around Wufan's cock the first time his hips stutter and his thrusting is thrown off rhythm. Relishing the tight hold alleviating the near pain he's in, Wufan arches and whimpers as Jongin dips his thumb into the slit of his cock before moving his hand down his entire length. He jerks Wufan off at a slower pace than his thrusting, threatening to overload his senses.
It's too much.
He can't.
Wufan's toes curl and his mouth falls open in a silent moan of ecstasy when he comes, the pressure finally releasing and painting his stomach in streaks of white. His legs tense around Jongin as his muscles clench down, thighs quivering with every thrust into his sensitive body and every move of the hand still around his dick. When Jongin finally releases him, he lowers his head for a kiss, dipping his tongue into Wufan's still open mouth. He bites the boy's bottom lip harder than he means to, but Jongin's coming, an almost desperate groan filling the air. He shudders and Wufan rolls his hips against him as he rides it out, only taking a few more thrusts before he stills.
Harsh breathing fills the near silence of the room and neither of them move as they try to calm down. There are little aftershocks of his orgasm still pulsing through his body, forcing him to tense his muscles reflexively and every time he does, Jongin lets out a stuttered breath. Much to his surprise, he discovers that he likes that noise. Wufan can't resist running his hands through Jongin's sweaty hair, pushing it out of his face as his breathing begins returning to normal. His body is still tingling though and he knows moving more than that just isn't an option. Jongin gives him a small smile just before his arm slips and he falls flat on Wufan's stomach. They both let out a noise of distaste as the come slides between them.
It spurs Jongin into moving faster, lifting himself and pulling out of Wufan before standing carefully. He tosses the condom in the trash before grabbing a towel to clean himself, crawling back over Wufan and settling over his hips to clean him off too. There's a lurch in his stomach he chooses to ignore as he watches the adorable look of concentration on Jongin's face. Being the thoughtful person that he is (in his head), Wufan reaches down to grab the comforter at the foot of the bed and pulls it over them both after Jongin flops beside him. Wufan doesn't protest when an arm rests across his chest, choosing to just close his eyes and let himself drift off.
Very much worth the wait.
Wufan's internal alarm clock wakes him before Jongin and he sits up slowly, wincing as a familiar pain shoots up his back. Silently, he gathers his clothes and dresses, noticing the heap in the bed across the room that wasn't there earlier. He grabs his bag and pads out quietly, not slipping on his shoes until he's down the hall and nearing the door. A pleased, albeit groggy, smile spreads across his face despite the cold air assaulting him as he steps outside. There's a spring in his step that he can't seem to control but that ok because he's relaxed and happy and kinda buzzing still. He makes it back to his own room and falls on his bed, nuzzling his face in his pillow before falling back asleep, Chanyeol's snores not even a problem right now.
It's been two days and Wufan's already managed to spin himself in circles in an attempt figure out why he can't stop thinking about Jongin. It isn't a big deal at first because, hell, the sex was amazing. But he keeps thinking about it more and more and suddenly he is just thinking about Jongin's lips or Jongin's thighs or Jongin's hands gripping him.
He's sitting in math class when he finally figures it out. It isn't that Jongin is different or special. It's because he didn't fuck him. Wufan wants to be the one buried inside Jongin and their last encounter was the opposite. All he needs to do is get in Jongin's pants one more time and his head will be clear. He slumps down in relief with a smile on his face.
Problem nearly solved.
Wufan catches up with Jongin after his History class, this time ducking out of sight until his overgrown best friend is gone first. The last thing he needs right now is Chanyeol's knowing jeers. He takes in a deep, calming breath before falling in step beside the boy.
To his credit, Jongin actually looks surprised to see him. The look of shock on his face has Wufan laughing and he has to repeat his question because it was unintelligible the first time. "Would you like to grab some coffee with me?"
Jongin raises his eyebrows. "Why?"
"Why not?" he shoots back with a shrug.
"It was just sex. You don't owe me anything. I fucked you because of your reputation - no strings attached. I don't need coffee and a gentle letdown."
He's left standing there, watching the retreating back of Jongin as he walks off. There's a pang of disappointment shooting across his chest along with something entirely new. Wufan doesn't like it.
Blessed distraction comes in the form of midterms, professors loading everyone down with reviews and the smell of panic is in the air. More often than not he's locked inside his room with only Chanyeol and a mountain of notes as his only company. He's so tuned out to anything that isn't passing these damn exams that Jongin doesn't once invade his mind.
Well, except that one time.
He spots Jongin in the dining hall during a rare trip out for food because Chanyeol went through their entire store of snacks in two days. Only this time the boy isn't alone. There are three other people at the table with him, one of them leaning into Jongin's personal space and occasionally shoving a chip in his face. Wufan dislikes the feeling in the pit of his stomach as this nameless boy brushes the crumbs off Jongin's face and is rewarded with a beaming smile. Suddenly he isn't hungry anymore and he spins on his heel to leave before he turns around and manages to pull off some spectacularly stupid stunt.
He dives back into his studies with a passion he didn't think he could ever muster for something unrelated to sex. Dates and facts and other useless information fill his head, rattling around until he's sure he has it down enough to pass. Most of it he'll inevitably forget anyway. The actual midterm exams breeze by with more ease than he'd anticipated which is a nice change and it gives him a chance to breathe instead of hyperventilate like poor Chanyeol. It's not like the guy is gonna fail. He's a certifiable genius.
The exam fallout is normal, parties popping up all over campus - a place to celebrate making it through unscathed or a place to drown your failure. Wufan completely understands, he really does, but in all honesty he just wants to hide under his blankets and sleep away the next week to make up for all those sleep deprived nights listening to Chanyeol mumble the same things over and over because that's how his brain works. Chanyeol, on the other hand, seems to have this reserve of energy that has him bouncing at the opportunity to socialize. And by socialize he means get laid.
Wufan doesn't want to go. Wufan doesn't want to move. Chanyeol doesn't take no for an answer. When Wufan finally relents, he chooses to believe he's doing it of his own free will.
"I'm only going because I'm tired of your face," he says as he pinches Chanyeol's cheeks and heads out the door.
The party is typical; loud bass-filled music, cheap alcohol and too many people crammed in too small a space. Wufan sees it as a great opportunity to get laid too because why the hell not. Chanyeol goes one direction and because Wufan really is tired of his face, he goes the other, parting with a, "Dibs on our room."
Shoving your way through a crowd of people intent on making as much physical contact with you as possible is easier said than done. It's been a while since he's been felt up this much and he already feels better about the night. He might even possibly make it through without thinking about - crap.
The all too familiar sight of Jongin fills his vision, propped against a wall with his hair in his eyes as an unknown guy leans dangerously close to him. The damn guy is practically on top of him and Jongin is smiling, eyes half lidded and mouth teasing. There's a gnawing in his chest and it's confusing, so Wufan stands there like an idiot, almost willing the younger boy to look up and see him there. A hand comes up and runs down Jongin's arn and Wufan's eyes narrow, something akin to possessiveness making his own hands clench into fists. What the hell?
A few beats later and Jongin does look up and notice, locking eyes with him finally. This time he makes his intentions clear, smirking at Jongin and raking his eyes over the boy's body slowly and suggestively. Wufan watches as he pushes the guy off him and starts walking over with a knowing smile settled on his mouth.
Jongin cups his hand around the back of Wufan's neck and pulls him down for a messy kiss. Teeth are tugging at his bottom lip and Wufan digs his fingers into his hips. Heart racing, he wraps his hand around Jongin's wrist and drags him through the crowd and out into the night.
The walk to Wufan's room is short and he wastes no time pinning Jongin to the back of the door as soon as they're inside. Jongin's nose is cold against his cheek, but his lips are warm and sliding against his wonderfully. He runs his hands under Jongin's shirt and splays his fingers against his back, pulling him forward. It's an unstable mess as they both try to pull each other's shirts off at the same time, but they manage triumphantly. Wufan trips over something that he most definitely didn't put there and tumbles back, pulling Jongin down with him. Laughter hits his ears and he scowls as they land in a heap on the floor. It prompts Wufan to ball his hands in Jongin's hair and pull him down for a rough kiss to shut him up.
"Your room is a disaster," Jongin says against his mouth with a smile still on his face.
"Chanyeol's fault."
There's a hand palming his nearly hard cock through his jeans and Wufan groans. "Bed. Now."
Wufan is pushing Jongin up and away so he can stand. By the time he's on his feet, Jongin is peeling off the rest of his clothes and scooching back on the bed. Wufan thinks he's never gotten out of a pair of pants so fast as he crawls over a naked Jongin and settles his weight on top of him. Despite having been out in the cold night air, Jongin is warm beneath him and curling his fingers in his hair to pull his head back. Jongin's teeth are grazing his neck and Wufan moves his hips down, eliciting a magnificently deep moan from the boy under him as their dicks rub together.
Slipping a hand down between their bodies, Wufan wraps his fingers around them both and starts pumping slowly as Jongin bites down on his shoulder. It's not long before Jongin is arching into his touch, his head falling back on to Wufan's pillow as his mouth drops open in pleasure. The sight is incredibly arousing and Wufan thinks Jongin looks like he belongs in his bed.
He pulls away, Jongin making his distaste known with a hiss as Wufan reaches over to the nightstand by his bed. Lube and condom in hand, he makes sure to keep them out of Jongin's reach. The control is all his this time. He feels the other boy's eyes on him as he uncaps the bottle and coats his fingers.
Jongin is pushing his ass towards Wufan as he reaches down, his legs spreading willingly. It's all kinds of ridiculously hot and Wufan finds himself groaning at the sight while Jongin lets out a deep breath as his finger slides in. Wufan takes the time to enjoy Jongin's flushed face as he slowly moves his slender digit in and out. Jongin, however, is impatient and pushing his hips forward, shooting him a piercing glare.
Wufan chuckles as he slides in a second finger and Jongin moans, although he doesn't pick up the pace because he's enjoying watching him squirm impatiently for more. Jongin eventually sits up and grabs Wufan's wrist, forcing his fingers inside harder and faster. Head falling back, Wufan leans in to lavish open mouth kisses along his neck as he lets Jongin control his hand.
"More," comes the almost inaudible whine and Jongin stills enough for a third to be added. His hips lift off the bed as he works himself open with Wufan's long fingers, panting in his ear as he grips the sheets harder. By the time Jongin's stretched open enough, Wufan's painfully aching with the need to be inside him.
Reluctantly, Jongin releases his hand so Wufan can roll the condom on. As he covers himself in lube he takes in the boy laying in front of him, chest heaving, lips bright red, hair starting to stick to his face with sweat and his hard cock jutting up against his stomach. He's damn beautiful.
The slide in is so easy, partially due to Jongin wrapping both his legs around Wufan's waist and pulling him until he's balls deep. Wufan has to stop, the heat clinging to his cock and Jongin clenching around him hard. Jongin lets out a small noise before rolling his hips up and Wufan gasps. He pulls out almost entirely before sliding back in and holy fuck it feels amazing.
His thrusts are slow and long, allowing himself to relish the feel of Jongin's muscles tightening around him and the slight sting of nails clawing at his arms as he begs him to go faster. Jongin is trying to get him to speed up with his legs, but Wufan has the upper hand as he hovers over him. When the boy pushes his hips up to make him slide in faster, Wufan pulls back some, forcing him to whine. He can't help the smile that slips onto his face. He's absolutely loving this.
Fingers run through Wufan's hair before they're balling into fists and pulling his head down roughly. He's now mouth to mouth with a displeased Jongin.
"If you won't fuck me hard I'll find someone who will."
Wufan presses their lips together roughly, teeth digging into the sensitive skin before he pulls away with a growl. Jongin's hands fall from his hair and he slides his dick out of his ass, moving back just a bit. The look Jongin is giving him is one of confusion and frustration before Wufan grabs him around the waist and bodily flips him over so he's on all fours.
Slipping back in easily, he grips Jongin's thighs to steady himself as he pulls out fast and slams back in faster. Jongin lets out a pleasured moan and pushes his ass back. There's a small moment where Wufan actually toys with slowing down, but his body urgently needs the friction and Jongin keeps bouncing back to meet his every thrust. He digs his fingers into the flesh of his thighs harder and Jongin lets out another moan, his fingers balling in the sheets.
"Harder," Jongin demands.
With a brutal snap forward, Jongin cries out and his hands slide. He ends up face first on the pillow. His tan skin and dark hair look so good against the white and Wufan decides he wants to keep him there, sliding his hand up his spine before settling it just under his neck and pushing down.
A smile settles on Wufan's mouth as Jongin's legs spread apart further when he fucks him roughly, hips snapping fast and Jongin still pushing back with every thrust. Small whimpers and whines punctuate desperate moans, Wufan refusing to let up.
"Touch yourself," Wufan groans out as he feels the pressure building.
Wrapping his own hand around his cock, Jongin whimpers as he starts pumping himself with a steady, fast pace. Sweat makes Wufan's hand slide further up Jongin's neck and his grip tightens involuntarily. Jongin wheezes and tenses before he spills all over Wufan's sheets. The pulsing muscles around his cock are enough to cause his own release and Wufan jerks his hips forward a few more times to ride it out.
His head is spinning and his fingers are tingling and Wufan has to blink several times to bring the room back into focus. Or rather the astounding view of Jongin into focus because he looks wrecked even from this angle and he feels proud to be the cause. It's with great reluctance that he slips out of the warmth, standing to dispose of the condom and grab clean sheets because he will not be sleeping in that. When he turns back to the bed, Jongin is still laying there, head in the pillow and ass in the air. Wufan wraps an arm around his waist and helps pull him off the bed as the boy lets out a noise of dissatisfaction. It's cute. Jongin's legs are shaky and he's leaning heavily on Wufan before he's propped against the wall.
He busies himself changing the sheets on his bed, using the old ones to clean off the lube still on his fingers before tossing them in the pile of dirty laundry. When he turns back to Jongin, the guy is practically asleep standing up. Wufan wonders if he gets enough sleep or if he spends all his time studying. Raising a hand, he gently brushes the hair off Jongin's forehead and he cracks his eyes open to give him a tired smile.
It doesn't take long for Jongin to fall asleep after he leads him back to the bed. Wufan lays beside him with a lazy grin on his face. A pleasant feeling invades his chest as he wraps an arm around Jongin's waist and pulls him closer. Wufan brushes it aside and closes his eyes, letting sleep take him.
It's too early in the morning when Wufan feels Jongin slipping out of his bed. He has half a mind to pull him back down for the warmth, but by the time the thought fully formulates, Jongin is already out of reach. And it's too cold to get up.
Wufan is just awake enough to appreciate Jongin's naked ass before his view is obscured by a pair of boxer briefs followed by jeans. As he makes it to the door, Wufan has another thought, which is really impressive for this early in the day.
"Take a jacket," he mumbles.
Obvious confusion wrinkles Jongin's forehead, so Wufan points at a jacket laying near the door.
"Thanks," Jongin says quietly as he slips it on and then out the door.
The warm spot Jongin leaves behind is wonderful and Wufan rolls into it, snuggling back under his blankets. He fully plans to sleep the rest of the day away in the knowledge he's finally gotten Jongin out of his head.
But the universe is a bitch and Wufan is about to find out things are never that easy.
Part II
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jongin/Wufan plus side Chanyeol/Sehun
Length:: ~13,000w
Warning: Lots of sex
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys.
Summary: CollegeAU! Wufan strays off his beaten path and falls for an indifferent Jongin.
Author's Note: There's either too much sex or not enough. I can't tell.
Wufan is kind of a douche. This is something Chanyeol (read: best friend) likes to remind him of often despite the older male really not giving a shit. Chanyeol once told him he was emotionally detached from anything not involving his dick and Wufan couldn't disagree. It's not, strictly, that he doesn't care, but he enjoys sex far too much to be distracted by everything else that likes to tag along with it. He also thoroughly enjoys making people fall for him, possibly because it's the one thing he has full control over in his life. Chanyeol tried to dissect this personality flaw once, declaring the blame lay solely on his overbearing parents. He supposes it's Chanyeol's way of accepting who he is.
Much to his dismay, things seem to be fizzling out lately and he's not sure if it's because of his choices in partners or because there's something wrong with him. It's almost starting to feel like a chore and it makes him feel disoriented because he always knows what he wants and right now he just . . . doesn't. It's like he's used up all his enthusiasm and all he has left is a bad taste in his mouth and the sinking feeling of the unfamiliar. Most of all it makes him feel weak and he hates it. The only thing he hates more is his inability to fix it.
"It's no fun anymore." Wufan is fully aware that he's moping, dangerously bordering on whining. He's leaning against a table, Chanyeol beside him after their last class, tugging at the end of his long-sleeved shirt and wondering if maybe he should have worn a jacket like his friend. It's starting to get colder.
"Maybe you should settle down." There's a mischievous look in Chanyeol's eyes and he thumps him on the forehead.
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Well why don't you try something new." Chanyeol is met with a questioning look as the other man tilts his head. "Broaden your horizons!" He proceeds to sweep his arms out toward the mostly empty courtyard. It's unimpressive.
The current horizon consists of a chatty group of girls that make Wufan shudder, a guy cutting through the grass on his bicycle and a lone figure sitting at one of the small tables across the lawn, books strewn and scribbling notes frantically. Said figure is male with a baggy sweater and black hair, pushing his too long bangs out of his eyes every few seconds as if the result will change after so many attempts. Definitely insane, but he piques Wufan's interest anyway, especially when he gets a view of his face. He's pleasantly surprised to be met with full lips, high cheek bones and wonderfully tanned skin. His mood perks right up.
"That's Jongin," Chanyeol offers. "He's in my history class. Bit of a loner. Totally not your type. You should go for it."
Toying with the idea for a little while longer, he watches as the boy takes a bite of an energy bar, wiping the crumbs off the front of his sweater with a sleeve, resulting only in spreading them further. It's a tad pathetic to be honest. Well, he doesn't really have anything to lose by trying except, you know, his dignity, but he's about to lose that anyway so it's a wash. Besides, there are few witnesses and Chanyeol can be easily bribed with candy.
Wufan makes his way over to the overflowing table and slides into the empty seat across from his prey, folding his arms and leaning on the table, or rather the books on the table, expectantly. Jongin looks up at him, blinking in surprise.
Oh. He has a really nice face. The distance didn't do him justice at all and Wufan is enjoying himself a lot more. He casts him a small smile, expecting perhaps a shy smile in return or even a blush to spread across his cheeks like every other person he's approached. What he's not expecting is the judging stare he receives instead.
"Sorry, I'm not tutoring this semester," Jongin says after a few more moments of silence.
Wufan opens his mouth to speak, but he's cut off by the shrill sound of what he can only figure is an alarm. Jongin turns off the alarm on his phone, cursing as he shoves the rest of his energy bar in his mouth, tosses his books in his bag - nearly toppling his guest over in the process - and runs off. Wufan is still sitting there, stunned into inaction as Chanyeol sits in the seat Jongin had been occupying, laughter spilling from his lips. Wufan glares at him and Chanyeol only laughs harder.
Jongin is sitting in the corner of the dining hall the next time Wufan spots him. He's buried in books again as he eats, or rather tries to eat. Wufan is amazed more than half his lunch manages to make it in his mouth. Again he slides into the seat across from him as the boy blows his bangs out of his face. He looks up long enough to ascertain the identity of the intruder before returning his attention to the stack of notes he'd been poring over. Wufan is a bit ruffled.
"Do you do anything besides study?"
Jongin looks up at him and stares condescendingly as he stuffs his mouth full of food. "I eat."
"Clarification," he begins with a tilt of his head. "Do you do anything for fun?"
A pair of eyes narrow at him as they sweep across his face. "We both know you're not interested in my extracurriculars."
"Then what you do think I'm interested in?"
"I don't have time for games," Jongin starts before gesturing at Wufan. "Or you."
Well that stings a bit more than Wufan reasons it should and he's unsure how he managed to lose control of the conversation. A shadow falls across the table and he looks up into the smiling face of Chanyeol. Fantastic.
"Hey Jongin, you think I can borrow your history notes?"
His classmate gives him a nod and starts rifling through his notebooks as Wufan takes the opportunity to send Chanyeol a death glare. A death glare his friend fully chooses to ignore. "I need this back before next class," he informs the if-looks-could-kill-he'd-be-a-smoldering-pile-of-ash giant before handing over his precious notes.
"Of course." Then said pile of ash wraps his hand around Wufan's wrist, tugging him out of his seat and out of the building.
"What the hell was that for?" Wufan demands when they're out of sight.
"You were dying. It was painful." Chanyeol clutches his heart and pouts. Wufan kicks him in the shin.
Wufan spies Jongin a few days later, walking quickly down a path with his head down and backpack slung across one shoulder. He alters his course for an interception when he finds himself blocked off. There's a grinning face that's not Chanyeol in his personal space and it's freaking him out a little. He finds he's more annoyed than anything, attempting to ditch this new admirer - old admirer? - who seems rather persistent, but Wufan is most definitely not interested. By the time he gets away Jongin is gone and his mood sours. There's something to be said of a challenge, which just so happens to be what Jongin is now. It's new and exciting and Wufan will not back down until he has that boy moaning his name.
Wufan finally gets the brilliant idea to wait for Jongin outside his History class since that's the only part of the boy's schedule he actually knows. Naturally Chanyeol walks out the door before Jongin.
"Aw sweetie, you shouldn't have!" his friend declares happily as he sees him. Chanyeol is busy wrapping his arms around Wufan when Jongin walks out of the classroom, resulting in the taller man shoving Chanyeol away so he can catch up to him.
There's a falter in his steps when Wufan starts pacing him. "You don't listen well," Jongin finally says as he squints up at the guy beside him.
"I do when I want to," Wufan responds with a shrug. Jongin huffs and starts walking faster only forcing him to speed up as well. "Are you headed to another class or are you free?"
"I said I don't have time. Some of us need to study something other than human anatomy."
"A small break won't kill your GPA. Human anatomy happens to be a wonderful subject and you might even enjoy it."
"Noted. Now if you don't mind, I have somewhere else to be."
Wufan lets Jongin walk off, defeat sinking into his stomach as he shoves his chilled hands into his pockets. He's never had so much trouble getting someone's attention. It's frustrating and thrilling all at once.
"You're grumpy when you're not getting laid regularly," Chanyeol observes. Wufan narrows his eyes and tosses a pencil in his general direction, hoping for maximum damage yet achieving none. "Maybe this horizon thing was a bad call. I don't think I can put up with your ass anymore."
"You want me to give up? You think I can't do it?"
His eyes widen comically and he shakes his head vigorously, curls bouncing around wildly. "No, no, no. I'm just saying sticking with the tried and true might be better for all of us."
"Not this time."
"Wufan," Chanyeol whines.
"Persistence is a virtue."
"That is not how that goes."
Giving up isn't something Wufan does, but he's starting to consider it after being blown off by Jongin again earlier that day - and the day before. He's not entirely sure his ego can take another blow, Jongin brushing him off like he's nothing repeatedly dinging it up pretty badly. Curse his vanity. Maybe Chanyeol is right.
Wait.
No.
Chanyeol is never right.
Wufan sighs, leaning back and running his hands over his face roughly. This is ridiculous. He should stop before he truly makes an ass of himself.
But then there's that nagging thought, an image of Jongin flitting through his mind, his imagination assaulting him with visions of the boy in so very many compromising positions and Wufan's loud groan resonates through his room. Fuck, he can't give it up. Not yet.
This is probably the first Friday night Wufan has ever spent in a library, usually too occupied with someone else to waste the first night of the weekend on something as trivial as studying. He decides it's time to put down the book and call it a night when the words in front of him start blurring together. He packs quietly before making his way to the exit, a familiar figure hunched in the corner drawing his attention before he can make it out. Jongin is balling up a piece of paper and tossing it into the ever growing pile on the other side of the table. Wufan watches him for a minute, debating if he should even bother going over because he's tired, his brain hurts and he's liable to snap at the boy if he blows him off again.
Jongin runs his hands roughly through his hair before writing again, but it's not long before he's scribbling furiously through everything he's written and balling up the paper again as a quiet noise of frustration slips into the almost silent room. This time Wufan shoots him a sympathetic smile when he sits down even though all he gets in return is a glare. "It's late," Wufan starts. "You clearly need sleep, so go home. Relax."
The boy snorts before running his hands over his face a few times. He looks so tired. Wufan can see the dark circles under his eyes and the almost permanent furrow in his forehead. He feels a twinge of something in his stomach that he quickly pushes down because it's probably just hunger related.
"If you don't know how to relax, I volunteer my services."
Jongin is looking at him and he can see the internal debate raging in his head. He's chewing his bottom lip and his eyes are fixated on Wufan's mouth. "How can you help?"
Wufan fights to keep the victory smile off his face. He has to play his cards right here because Jongin has proved to be unpredictable. Better to be safe than knocked down another peg.
"Back massage."
Feeling rather pleased with his small victory, Wufan climbs onto the bed, tossing a leg over the boy under him so he can straddle his thighs. He sits himself down right on Jongin's ass - and it is a nice ass. How had he missed that? Relishing the feel of the pert butt under him, he forgets what he is supposed to be doing before the owner of said butt is lifting it and letting out a disgruntled noise to get his attention. And get his attention it does. Wufan chokes down his surprise before flexing his fingers and digging them into Jongin's cloth-covered back. Pity.
Starting at the shoulders, he presses his thumbs into tense muscles and starts rubbing in circles. He takes his time, fully working the kinks and knots out of one area before moving to the next. It's not long before the recipient is making his approval vocal, soft moans and the occasional hiss reverberate in his ears and send a familiar warmth to his stomach. Oh yeah, this was a good call. There are so many other ways to make him moan, but he'll take what he can get. For now.
Wufan can't help himself, slipping his hands under Jongin's shirt and laying them flat across his lower back, earning a low noise from the boy himself. Pressing down with the heel of his palms, he's rewarded with a sigh of satisfaction and that's as good as permission so he continues. Moving up, his fingers dig into bare skin this time as the shirt rides up with his hands until it's bunched under his arms. Wufan brushes his fingers teasingly down his spine and Jongin shudders, the vibration going straight to his already half hard dick. If he doesn't stop moving Wufan is going to have a serious problem in his pants.
As if sensing the distress, Jongin starts shifting, Wufan lifting up just enough for him to roll over and prop on his elbows. His shirt is still high on his torso and his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink. Wufan's eyes rake over the toned muscle of his stomach with appreciation before he flicks his gaze back up to his face.
"This is your shot. What are you waiting for?"
That's as good an invitation as any so Wufan takes the opportunity to lean down and kiss Jongin thoroughly, plump lips so soft and moist under his own. The kiss is amazing, only made better by the needy moan Jongin lets out when his mouth opens to his tongue. It's low and rough and it sends a thrill through Wufan's body until it settles in the bottom of his stomach to form a knot. Jongin pulls him down by his hair until he's laying flat on top of him. He rolls his hips and the boy inhales sharply through his nose, wrapping his legs around his waist and pulling him down further. It's Wufan's turn to moan, grinding down again as fingers find their way under his shirt. Blunt nails dig into the skin of his lower back before running up to his shoulder blades and Wufan sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth.
Clothing is an unacceptable obstacle, both of them scrambling to peel it off until they're left in nothing but skin. A naked Jongin far surpasses how Wufan imagined him, unblemished tan skin and carefully crafted muscle definition only being the most obvious. Wufan is pressing himself back down when the other boy hooks a leg around him and flips them over so he's on top. Jongin leans down and licks up the side of Wufan's neck before his teeth latch on, making him buck up as he grabs the boy's hips and forces them down. Hearing Jongin whimper makes his cock twitch with need. It's been a long time since he's been this hard and Jongin is driving him crazy. He writes it off as a side effect of not having sex in so long. It has nothing to do with Jongin and how damn much he wants him.
Nope.
Not at all.
A warm hand is wrapping around his cock, moving up and down so very slowly as Jongin kisses him again. Wufan moves into his touch eagerly, wanting more and more, but then the hand is gone and he's pulling away. Wufan can't help admiring his flushed cheeks, wet lips and mussed hair. He takes in the smooth thighs pressed against his and runs his hands over them before gripping tightly. A hitch in Jongin's breathing lets him know that he likes it. Leaning over, his hand disappears between the bed and wall before reappearing with a condom and lube, letting the condom fall on Wufan's stomach to rest as he uncaps the bottle. Jongin coats his fingers and shimmies back, shifting to straddle one thigh as his knee rests between Wufan's legs. He looks up at him through the hair that's fallen in his face and Wufan thinks he's the prettiest thing he's ever seen, his heart rate speeding up accordingly.
Wufan is fully expecting Jongin to prepare himself, so he's surprised when he presses a finger to his entrance instead. Sitting up on his elbows with a protest on his lips, Wufan is distracted with a kiss, Jongin sliding his tongue inside his mouth the same time he slides his lubed finger inside his ass. He groans, lifting his hips slightly. This is not what he planned, but it's clear Jongin is in control and there's little he can do about it now. There's the unmistakable feeling of a cock rubbing against his thigh as the digit moves in and out carefully. Wufan tugs on Jongin's bottom lip with his teeth and he slides another finger in. It takes longer than he remembers, but the uncomfortable feeling slowly recedes and Wufan starts pushing back against Jongin's fingers as they work him open. His arms start trembling as he feels a spike of pleasure rush through him. Wufan moans loud in Jongin's mouth before pulling away so he can lay flat on the bed. When Jongin tugs one of his nipples with his teeth, the older boy arches up and threads his fingers in the dark head of hair. He gives an experimental tug and Jongin moans, his cock pressing harder into Wufan's thigh.
A third finger is finally added and Wufan can already feel the sweat beading on his forehead. His cock is so hard it's nearly painful and right now all he wants is for Jongin to fuck him senseless. Wufan releases Jongin's hair and reaches down to grab the condom still laying on his stomach, ripping open the package with slightly shaky fingers while Jongin pulls away enough for him to roll it on. Cock coated in lube, he settles himself back between the older boy's legs. Taking in a deep breath to prepare himself, Wufan lifts one leg and wraps it around Jongin's waist as he slowly starts pushing in. With a lift of his hips he shifts forward to pull more of Jongin inside and Wufan has to bite his lip to not let any pained noises escape. He hasn't bottomed in so long and it feels so unfamiliar, but the way Jongin is looking at him makes the discomfort worth it.
Jongin is seated all the way inside him and not moving, his hand gripping Wufan's hip hard as he leans down to capture his lips in a kiss. Sucking on the tongue in his mouth, he balls his fingers in Jongin's hair and pulls lightly, the boy rocking his hips against him instinctively. The movement, while still foreign, isn't quite painful anymore so Wufan rolls his hips up and the moan Jongin lets out is amazing and he wants to hear it again and again. Jongin moves away from his mouth, raising up to brace his hands on either side of his head, looking straight down at Wufan, bottom lip in his teeth as he pulls almost all the way out and slides back in.
Needing to feel more, he wraps his other leg around Jongin's waist to pull him in deeper. Speed picks up after a few slow thrusts, the feel of someone inside him so amazing although he's damn sure it never felt this good before and they hadn't even gotten to the good part yet. Jongin snaps his hips quicker, raising a little and Wufan clenches around him as a tendril of pleasure races through his body.
Jongin falls from his hands to his elbows, his hips snapping forward again and again, each time sliding in at that right angle. Trying to find purchase against his sweat covered skin was becoming impossible, fingers sliding as he clutches tighter to the boy above him. He's flexing his thighs, lifting his hips to meet each hard thrust despite the near inability to do anything else from all the fire racing through his sensitive body. He can feel Jongin's breath on his skin, hot and heavy with each exhale and it makes it that much better.
The thrusting is relentless, never slowing and never off course and it makes Wufan feel like he's melting into a puddle of nerve endings, over-stimulated and under too much pressure. He's not sure if his moans are getting louder or if they only seem louder because he's so hyper aware. His cock throbs every time Jongin buries himself inside his ass and his legs are trembling with the effort of keeping up, but he can't stop because it's all so amazing and damn near earth shattering. It's a miracle he's managed to last this long.
Jongin props himself on one elbow and reaches down between their bodies to wrap his hand around Wufan's cock the first time his hips stutter and his thrusting is thrown off rhythm. Relishing the tight hold alleviating the near pain he's in, Wufan arches and whimpers as Jongin dips his thumb into the slit of his cock before moving his hand down his entire length. He jerks Wufan off at a slower pace than his thrusting, threatening to overload his senses.
It's too much.
He can't.
Wufan's toes curl and his mouth falls open in a silent moan of ecstasy when he comes, the pressure finally releasing and painting his stomach in streaks of white. His legs tense around Jongin as his muscles clench down, thighs quivering with every thrust into his sensitive body and every move of the hand still around his dick. When Jongin finally releases him, he lowers his head for a kiss, dipping his tongue into Wufan's still open mouth. He bites the boy's bottom lip harder than he means to, but Jongin's coming, an almost desperate groan filling the air. He shudders and Wufan rolls his hips against him as he rides it out, only taking a few more thrusts before he stills.
Harsh breathing fills the near silence of the room and neither of them move as they try to calm down. There are little aftershocks of his orgasm still pulsing through his body, forcing him to tense his muscles reflexively and every time he does, Jongin lets out a stuttered breath. Much to his surprise, he discovers that he likes that noise. Wufan can't resist running his hands through Jongin's sweaty hair, pushing it out of his face as his breathing begins returning to normal. His body is still tingling though and he knows moving more than that just isn't an option. Jongin gives him a small smile just before his arm slips and he falls flat on Wufan's stomach. They both let out a noise of distaste as the come slides between them.
It spurs Jongin into moving faster, lifting himself and pulling out of Wufan before standing carefully. He tosses the condom in the trash before grabbing a towel to clean himself, crawling back over Wufan and settling over his hips to clean him off too. There's a lurch in his stomach he chooses to ignore as he watches the adorable look of concentration on Jongin's face. Being the thoughtful person that he is (in his head), Wufan reaches down to grab the comforter at the foot of the bed and pulls it over them both after Jongin flops beside him. Wufan doesn't protest when an arm rests across his chest, choosing to just close his eyes and let himself drift off.
Very much worth the wait.
Wufan's internal alarm clock wakes him before Jongin and he sits up slowly, wincing as a familiar pain shoots up his back. Silently, he gathers his clothes and dresses, noticing the heap in the bed across the room that wasn't there earlier. He grabs his bag and pads out quietly, not slipping on his shoes until he's down the hall and nearing the door. A pleased, albeit groggy, smile spreads across his face despite the cold air assaulting him as he steps outside. There's a spring in his step that he can't seem to control but that ok because he's relaxed and happy and kinda buzzing still. He makes it back to his own room and falls on his bed, nuzzling his face in his pillow before falling back asleep, Chanyeol's snores not even a problem right now.
It's been two days and Wufan's already managed to spin himself in circles in an attempt figure out why he can't stop thinking about Jongin. It isn't a big deal at first because, hell, the sex was amazing. But he keeps thinking about it more and more and suddenly he is just thinking about Jongin's lips or Jongin's thighs or Jongin's hands gripping him.
He's sitting in math class when he finally figures it out. It isn't that Jongin is different or special. It's because he didn't fuck him. Wufan wants to be the one buried inside Jongin and their last encounter was the opposite. All he needs to do is get in Jongin's pants one more time and his head will be clear. He slumps down in relief with a smile on his face.
Problem nearly solved.
Wufan catches up with Jongin after his History class, this time ducking out of sight until his overgrown best friend is gone first. The last thing he needs right now is Chanyeol's knowing jeers. He takes in a deep, calming breath before falling in step beside the boy.
To his credit, Jongin actually looks surprised to see him. The look of shock on his face has Wufan laughing and he has to repeat his question because it was unintelligible the first time. "Would you like to grab some coffee with me?"
Jongin raises his eyebrows. "Why?"
"Why not?" he shoots back with a shrug.
"It was just sex. You don't owe me anything. I fucked you because of your reputation - no strings attached. I don't need coffee and a gentle letdown."
He's left standing there, watching the retreating back of Jongin as he walks off. There's a pang of disappointment shooting across his chest along with something entirely new. Wufan doesn't like it.
Blessed distraction comes in the form of midterms, professors loading everyone down with reviews and the smell of panic is in the air. More often than not he's locked inside his room with only Chanyeol and a mountain of notes as his only company. He's so tuned out to anything that isn't passing these damn exams that Jongin doesn't once invade his mind.
Well, except that one time.
He spots Jongin in the dining hall during a rare trip out for food because Chanyeol went through their entire store of snacks in two days. Only this time the boy isn't alone. There are three other people at the table with him, one of them leaning into Jongin's personal space and occasionally shoving a chip in his face. Wufan dislikes the feeling in the pit of his stomach as this nameless boy brushes the crumbs off Jongin's face and is rewarded with a beaming smile. Suddenly he isn't hungry anymore and he spins on his heel to leave before he turns around and manages to pull off some spectacularly stupid stunt.
He dives back into his studies with a passion he didn't think he could ever muster for something unrelated to sex. Dates and facts and other useless information fill his head, rattling around until he's sure he has it down enough to pass. Most of it he'll inevitably forget anyway. The actual midterm exams breeze by with more ease than he'd anticipated which is a nice change and it gives him a chance to breathe instead of hyperventilate like poor Chanyeol. It's not like the guy is gonna fail. He's a certifiable genius.
The exam fallout is normal, parties popping up all over campus - a place to celebrate making it through unscathed or a place to drown your failure. Wufan completely understands, he really does, but in all honesty he just wants to hide under his blankets and sleep away the next week to make up for all those sleep deprived nights listening to Chanyeol mumble the same things over and over because that's how his brain works. Chanyeol, on the other hand, seems to have this reserve of energy that has him bouncing at the opportunity to socialize. And by socialize he means get laid.
Wufan doesn't want to go. Wufan doesn't want to move. Chanyeol doesn't take no for an answer. When Wufan finally relents, he chooses to believe he's doing it of his own free will.
"I'm only going because I'm tired of your face," he says as he pinches Chanyeol's cheeks and heads out the door.
The party is typical; loud bass-filled music, cheap alcohol and too many people crammed in too small a space. Wufan sees it as a great opportunity to get laid too because why the hell not. Chanyeol goes one direction and because Wufan really is tired of his face, he goes the other, parting with a, "Dibs on our room."
Shoving your way through a crowd of people intent on making as much physical contact with you as possible is easier said than done. It's been a while since he's been felt up this much and he already feels better about the night. He might even possibly make it through without thinking about - crap.
The all too familiar sight of Jongin fills his vision, propped against a wall with his hair in his eyes as an unknown guy leans dangerously close to him. The damn guy is practically on top of him and Jongin is smiling, eyes half lidded and mouth teasing. There's a gnawing in his chest and it's confusing, so Wufan stands there like an idiot, almost willing the younger boy to look up and see him there. A hand comes up and runs down Jongin's arn and Wufan's eyes narrow, something akin to possessiveness making his own hands clench into fists. What the hell?
A few beats later and Jongin does look up and notice, locking eyes with him finally. This time he makes his intentions clear, smirking at Jongin and raking his eyes over the boy's body slowly and suggestively. Wufan watches as he pushes the guy off him and starts walking over with a knowing smile settled on his mouth.
Jongin cups his hand around the back of Wufan's neck and pulls him down for a messy kiss. Teeth are tugging at his bottom lip and Wufan digs his fingers into his hips. Heart racing, he wraps his hand around Jongin's wrist and drags him through the crowd and out into the night.
The walk to Wufan's room is short and he wastes no time pinning Jongin to the back of the door as soon as they're inside. Jongin's nose is cold against his cheek, but his lips are warm and sliding against his wonderfully. He runs his hands under Jongin's shirt and splays his fingers against his back, pulling him forward. It's an unstable mess as they both try to pull each other's shirts off at the same time, but they manage triumphantly. Wufan trips over something that he most definitely didn't put there and tumbles back, pulling Jongin down with him. Laughter hits his ears and he scowls as they land in a heap on the floor. It prompts Wufan to ball his hands in Jongin's hair and pull him down for a rough kiss to shut him up.
"Your room is a disaster," Jongin says against his mouth with a smile still on his face.
"Chanyeol's fault."
There's a hand palming his nearly hard cock through his jeans and Wufan groans. "Bed. Now."
Wufan is pushing Jongin up and away so he can stand. By the time he's on his feet, Jongin is peeling off the rest of his clothes and scooching back on the bed. Wufan thinks he's never gotten out of a pair of pants so fast as he crawls over a naked Jongin and settles his weight on top of him. Despite having been out in the cold night air, Jongin is warm beneath him and curling his fingers in his hair to pull his head back. Jongin's teeth are grazing his neck and Wufan moves his hips down, eliciting a magnificently deep moan from the boy under him as their dicks rub together.
Slipping a hand down between their bodies, Wufan wraps his fingers around them both and starts pumping slowly as Jongin bites down on his shoulder. It's not long before Jongin is arching into his touch, his head falling back on to Wufan's pillow as his mouth drops open in pleasure. The sight is incredibly arousing and Wufan thinks Jongin looks like he belongs in his bed.
He pulls away, Jongin making his distaste known with a hiss as Wufan reaches over to the nightstand by his bed. Lube and condom in hand, he makes sure to keep them out of Jongin's reach. The control is all his this time. He feels the other boy's eyes on him as he uncaps the bottle and coats his fingers.
Jongin is pushing his ass towards Wufan as he reaches down, his legs spreading willingly. It's all kinds of ridiculously hot and Wufan finds himself groaning at the sight while Jongin lets out a deep breath as his finger slides in. Wufan takes the time to enjoy Jongin's flushed face as he slowly moves his slender digit in and out. Jongin, however, is impatient and pushing his hips forward, shooting him a piercing glare.
Wufan chuckles as he slides in a second finger and Jongin moans, although he doesn't pick up the pace because he's enjoying watching him squirm impatiently for more. Jongin eventually sits up and grabs Wufan's wrist, forcing his fingers inside harder and faster. Head falling back, Wufan leans in to lavish open mouth kisses along his neck as he lets Jongin control his hand.
"More," comes the almost inaudible whine and Jongin stills enough for a third to be added. His hips lift off the bed as he works himself open with Wufan's long fingers, panting in his ear as he grips the sheets harder. By the time Jongin's stretched open enough, Wufan's painfully aching with the need to be inside him.
Reluctantly, Jongin releases his hand so Wufan can roll the condom on. As he covers himself in lube he takes in the boy laying in front of him, chest heaving, lips bright red, hair starting to stick to his face with sweat and his hard cock jutting up against his stomach. He's damn beautiful.
The slide in is so easy, partially due to Jongin wrapping both his legs around Wufan's waist and pulling him until he's balls deep. Wufan has to stop, the heat clinging to his cock and Jongin clenching around him hard. Jongin lets out a small noise before rolling his hips up and Wufan gasps. He pulls out almost entirely before sliding back in and holy fuck it feels amazing.
His thrusts are slow and long, allowing himself to relish the feel of Jongin's muscles tightening around him and the slight sting of nails clawing at his arms as he begs him to go faster. Jongin is trying to get him to speed up with his legs, but Wufan has the upper hand as he hovers over him. When the boy pushes his hips up to make him slide in faster, Wufan pulls back some, forcing him to whine. He can't help the smile that slips onto his face. He's absolutely loving this.
Fingers run through Wufan's hair before they're balling into fists and pulling his head down roughly. He's now mouth to mouth with a displeased Jongin.
"If you won't fuck me hard I'll find someone who will."
Wufan presses their lips together roughly, teeth digging into the sensitive skin before he pulls away with a growl. Jongin's hands fall from his hair and he slides his dick out of his ass, moving back just a bit. The look Jongin is giving him is one of confusion and frustration before Wufan grabs him around the waist and bodily flips him over so he's on all fours.
Slipping back in easily, he grips Jongin's thighs to steady himself as he pulls out fast and slams back in faster. Jongin lets out a pleasured moan and pushes his ass back. There's a small moment where Wufan actually toys with slowing down, but his body urgently needs the friction and Jongin keeps bouncing back to meet his every thrust. He digs his fingers into the flesh of his thighs harder and Jongin lets out another moan, his fingers balling in the sheets.
"Harder," Jongin demands.
With a brutal snap forward, Jongin cries out and his hands slide. He ends up face first on the pillow. His tan skin and dark hair look so good against the white and Wufan decides he wants to keep him there, sliding his hand up his spine before settling it just under his neck and pushing down.
A smile settles on Wufan's mouth as Jongin's legs spread apart further when he fucks him roughly, hips snapping fast and Jongin still pushing back with every thrust. Small whimpers and whines punctuate desperate moans, Wufan refusing to let up.
"Touch yourself," Wufan groans out as he feels the pressure building.
Wrapping his own hand around his cock, Jongin whimpers as he starts pumping himself with a steady, fast pace. Sweat makes Wufan's hand slide further up Jongin's neck and his grip tightens involuntarily. Jongin wheezes and tenses before he spills all over Wufan's sheets. The pulsing muscles around his cock are enough to cause his own release and Wufan jerks his hips forward a few more times to ride it out.
His head is spinning and his fingers are tingling and Wufan has to blink several times to bring the room back into focus. Or rather the astounding view of Jongin into focus because he looks wrecked even from this angle and he feels proud to be the cause. It's with great reluctance that he slips out of the warmth, standing to dispose of the condom and grab clean sheets because he will not be sleeping in that. When he turns back to the bed, Jongin is still laying there, head in the pillow and ass in the air. Wufan wraps an arm around his waist and helps pull him off the bed as the boy lets out a noise of dissatisfaction. It's cute. Jongin's legs are shaky and he's leaning heavily on Wufan before he's propped against the wall.
He busies himself changing the sheets on his bed, using the old ones to clean off the lube still on his fingers before tossing them in the pile of dirty laundry. When he turns back to Jongin, the guy is practically asleep standing up. Wufan wonders if he gets enough sleep or if he spends all his time studying. Raising a hand, he gently brushes the hair off Jongin's forehead and he cracks his eyes open to give him a tired smile.
It doesn't take long for Jongin to fall asleep after he leads him back to the bed. Wufan lays beside him with a lazy grin on his face. A pleasant feeling invades his chest as he wraps an arm around Jongin's waist and pulls him closer. Wufan brushes it aside and closes his eyes, letting sleep take him.
It's too early in the morning when Wufan feels Jongin slipping out of his bed. He has half a mind to pull him back down for the warmth, but by the time the thought fully formulates, Jongin is already out of reach. And it's too cold to get up.
Wufan is just awake enough to appreciate Jongin's naked ass before his view is obscured by a pair of boxer briefs followed by jeans. As he makes it to the door, Wufan has another thought, which is really impressive for this early in the day.
"Take a jacket," he mumbles.
Obvious confusion wrinkles Jongin's forehead, so Wufan points at a jacket laying near the door.
"Thanks," Jongin says quietly as he slips it on and then out the door.
The warm spot Jongin leaves behind is wonderful and Wufan rolls into it, snuggling back under his blankets. He fully plans to sleep the rest of the day away in the knowledge he's finally gotten Jongin out of his head.
But the universe is a bitch and Wufan is about to find out things are never that easy.
Part II