One for the Money
Pairing: Sehun/Suho
Rating: nc17 (warnings: dirty talk, rimming, thigh fucking)
Wordcount: 2700
Summary: Oh Sehun is the summer fling that won't die.
One for the Money
The island is his family’s, but the boat is his. It cuts through the water, leaving a wide wake in its trail, Sehun lounging beside him, feet on the dash, sunglasses across the bridge of his nose, a cap pulled low over his face. Joonmyun doesn’t pay much attention to him as he navigates, focused on the water and the wheel, on the choppy remains of other boats’ wakes that they skirt over, easing up as they do before speeding up again. He doesn’t understand how Sehun’s hat is staying so easily on his head, how he’s just sitting there smiling and not talking and not even trying to do anything. He doesn’t understand Sehun, never has and probably never will, but here they are together, on his boat, speeding toward the island he used to spend summers with his family on while he was growing up.
Calling it an island is an overstatement, really, he thinks as they pull up. It’s a huge rock, really, the house covering nearly the entire property, with a dock and a winding wooden ramp leading up to the house itself, expansive and painted a light blue color, windows decorated with black shutters. It’s a nice house, maybe even beautiful, but Joonmyun doesn’t notice it anymore. It’s just a place, filled with memories of childhood summers spent fishing with his dad and play fighting with his brother. He hasn’t been back since the summer before he’d started college, and his parents had been surprised when he’d asked to borrow it for a getaway.
He hadn’t told them it was for a vacation of sorts with the summer fling that wouldn’t die, with a kid still in college who dresses like a high schooler with access to his parents’ credit card and no goal other than showing off. He hadn’t mentioned that Sehun had licked his ear and whispered something about wanting to be fucked on every surface of the house when he’d told him about his plan, hadn’t mentioned that Sehun intended to mar every one of his childhood memories with an image of them having sex in the same places he’d played catch or nearly puked watching his dad gut a fish for the first time or been run into a wall by his brother, hadn’t mentioned he was going with anyone else at all.
No one knows about Sehun, with the notable exception of his closest friend from college, Kris, and one of his coworkers, Yixing, both of whom had advised him repeatedly against continuing their relationship. Sehun is a secret, Sehun is an accident, Sehun is a bad choice that keeps replaying over and over in his head, like memories of drunken oversharing that mix throughout the day after with the unpleasantness of a hangover. But Sehun is much more permanent, regardless of what anyone else thinks would be for the best. He’s fixed himself in Joonmyun’s life, carved out a space and persisted for a year, taking up Joonmyun’s time and money and not really giving anything in return besides the best sex of his life and someone who’ll listen, undeterred, to all his complaints about his job as a consultant for Bain & Company’s Seoul branch.
Joonmyun knows Sehun is no good, knows that he’s using him for his money, but he can’t make himself stop. Sehun is hot and careless and young and Joonmyun finds himself hopelessly attracted, unable to pull away even though he knows he’s going to be fucked over in the long run. He’s not sure if it’s the sex or the company or something else, something he doesn’t want to think about because he knows Sehun won’t return it, probably can’t. He has hints, sometimes, of appreciation from him, but they’re always wrapped up in something else, in a particularly good round of sex or an expensive gift or a surprise trip.
The boat approaches the island and he cuts the motor, sliding into place beside the dock. He jumps out and pulls the ropes off the boat, tying them around the dock’s metal hooks and then beckoning Sehun onto the dock. He grabs the large leather bag he’s brought and deposits it on the dock, then they head round the front of the boat to pick up two suitcases and boxes of food supplies they’ve brought. They hoist them out of the boat and Joonmyun pulls out his keychain, unlocking the hand truck they own from the railing and placing the boxes of food on it, Sehun taking that and his luggage while Joonmyun grabs his.
“This is really beautiful,” Sehun says, voice inscrutable and face still mostly covered by his sunglasses and hat.
“Thanks,” Joonmyun replies, and they fall silent as they make their way up.
After they unpack, Joonmyun pulls out a bottle of wine, getting glasses from the kitchen, and they sit side by side on the chairs on the front porch, sipping rosé while Joonmyun reminisces, at Sehun’s encouragement, about his childhood summers on the island. Sehun listens, interjecting occasionally, the setting sun warm on their faces and Joonmyun as content as he’s been in years, even if the practiced ease of Sehun’s responses always concerns him, a little.
They’d met in New York, where Joonmyun was working on a 3-month summer engagement with a software client looking to expand in the Korean market and Sehun was doing an 8-week English immersion program at NYU. They’d run into each other at a club, Joonmyun a little drunk, Korean mixing with his English, which Sehun had noticed and latched onto. Sehun had groped him on the dance floor after a few more rounds on Joonmyun’s tab, and Joonmyun had told him that he wanted to take him home and let him have the best ride of his life. They’d fucked in the apartment Bain was furnishing him with, in the king-sized bed with Egyptian cotton sheets that Joonmyun didn’t have to pay a cent for, Sehun riding his cock hard, fingers digging into his sides and moans filling the usually quiet and pristine space. They’d fucked again, in the morning, Joonmyun taking him from behind and dirty talking him into coming without being touched, and after that it had been a hazy string of drunken booty calls and horny text exchanges during the workday, Joonmyun excusing himself for oddly-timed lunch breaks to jack off to the obscene voice mails Sehun would leave him.
It was supposed to end when Sehun went back to Seoul, that had been Joonmyun’s intention, had seemed to be Sehun’s, too. But it didn’t, because Joonmyun had given him, against all his better judgment, his Korean number, and Sehun had texted him his address as soon as his plane had landed. Joonmyun had settled back into his apartment and then gotten on the subway, riding it to Sehun’s place, hands twisted together in anxiousness and excitement he didn’t want to feel. That time he’d rimmed Sehun on his crappy futon, Sehun’s hands winding in his tie the moment he answered the door, while his roommate skyped his long-distance girlfriend in the next room.
They went out on dates after that, to the best restaurants in Seoul, always fucking in Joonmyun’s apartment after, Sehun’s roommate having banned him forever from bringing Joonmyun to their apartment for sex after that first day. They took a cruise together and Joonmyun paid for Sehun to come with him to Beijing during his assignment there, which coincided with Sehun’s winter break. There they’d met Zitao, who Sehun knew from an exchange program at his university, and he’d joined in with them, threesomes happening regularly, Joonmyun exhausted from work and sex and the sheer confusion and pleasure of two incredibly hot guys clamoring for his dick, letting him fuck them long and hard and as rough as he wanted, trailing impossible to conceal hickeys up and down his body. It had been unreal.
This time, though, everything is almost overly real. Sehun is in his family’s home, drinking wine his mother had given him for his birthday a few months prior, wearing boat shoes and staring out over the ocean. It’s evening, and there’s no one who’s going to come anywhere near the house, so when Sehun climbs into Joonmyun’s lap and whispers “I want to ride you so bad hyung, right here, on this chair, I don’t even want to move,” Joonmyun obliges. Sehun’s already hard in anticipation and Joonmyun is too, a little, so Sehun drops to his knees and blows him, mouth hot and wet around Joonmyun’s cock, cheeks hollowing out as his hat falls off his head. There’s lube in his bag, of course, and Joonmyun slicks up his cock and lets Sehun ride him, talking in his ear as he does.
“You’re so tight, Sehun, god I fuck you every day but you’re still so tight, you’re so good,” he says and Sehun clutches harder at his shoulders. “Are you gonna come for me? You like my cock so much you’re gonna come without me touching you? Just like that?”
Sehun nods, forehead sweaty against Joonmyun’s neck. “I’m so close hyung, your cock feels so good.”
“Anyone going by could see us, Sehun,” he says as he thrusts up, Sehun’s movements getting too erratic. He’s close, too, but he’s staving off, waiting to see if he can get Sehun to come before him. “They’d see me fucking you. They could see how fucking much you love my cock. What do you think of that? Do you want everyone to know how much you love to be fucked by me?”
“Yes,” Sehun breathes, “yes, shit, Joonmyun, shit.”
He draws out the last syllable and settles himself on Joonmyun’s cock, rocking back and forth and then coming with a long, loud moan. He sits there for a moment, breathing heavily, before pulling up but staying in Joonmyun’s lap to jerk him off.
They go out fishing after three days of lazing around the house, drinking wine and
following through on Sehun’s desire to have sex in as many different places as possible. There’s something different about the sex, though, Sehun’s hands always lingering longer on Joonmyun’s body than he’s used to, his touches deeper than normal, but softer, his excitement for reciprocation even greater than it usually is. The second day Joonmyun had bent him over the desk he’d used as a kid, kneeling down to rim him, a condom sliced open and placed over his ass, Joonmyun’s tongue working him open while he jerked him off. He’d come like that and then turned around, breathless, and asked if he could do the same to Joonmyun. He’d let him, having never been rimmed before, and Sehun’s tongue had been hot and slick inside of him, like nothing he’d ever felt. He understood why Sehun liked it so much, saw how addicting the feel of something warm and wet inside his body could be. He’d come hard onto Sehun’s hand and then slid down to join him on the floor, their bodies entangling and Sehun murmuring something Joonmyun couldn’t make out, something short and soft that Joonmyun thought could’ve been important but was lost quickly to the air.
Joonmyun lets himself be distracted by Sehun this time that they’re on the boat, because he’s shirtless and splayed out in a pair of red swim trunks. Joonmyun, too, doesn’t have a shirt on, and Sehun sometimes sits up to trace the outline of his abs with his tongue, muttering about how hot Joonmyun is.
“I’d fuck you here if I weren’t worried we’d capsize,” Joonmyun tells him when he’s frotting against his leg, “but the boat’s not that big.”
“Can I blow you at least?” he asks, and Joonmyun reels in the fishing line while Sehun kneels down between his legs, giving up on catching anything for the day.
They get back hours later, both sunburned even though they’d slathered their bodies in sunscreen. Joonmyun’s horny again. He doesn’t really know how, something about the steady rock of the boat and the heat of the sun and the way Sehun had stayed with him after Joonmyun had sucked him off, their bodies too warm beside each other but neither even making an effort to pull away. He’s sure, now, that something’s shifting between them. Sehun has had his moments of affection in the past but it’s never been like this. He’s never clung to Joonmyun, never held him for so long, and Joonmyun doesn’t know what to make of it, but it excites him, makes him want to hold him tighter, too, dig deeper into his body and his mind and maybe, maybe, his heart, but Joonmyun worries that that’s all dangerous, that that’s all impossible, that he’s making things up even if he knows there’s no way he can be.
Sehun, it turns out, is horny too, which Joonmyun discovers when he asks him if they can shower together. Joonmyun nods, anticipation building, and they undress, Joonmyun’s half-hard cock shamelessly exposed, Sehun’s partly erect, too.
“Joonmyun,” Sehun moans as Joonmyun massages his ass, finger dipping in every so often, their bodies pressed tight together as the shower pours hot water over them. “Joonmyun, I really want you to fuck me. God, please, I’ve wanted it since you blew me, please fuck me.”
“You’re so horny,” Joonmyun whispers as he slides in, a little bit of lube easing the adjustment.
Sehun moans in agreement. “God I love your cock.”
Joonmyun settles his hands on his hips and starts fucking him in earnest, movements quick and sharp. Sehun jacks himself off as Joonmyun fucks him, until Joonmyun, unbearably close, pulls out.
“What are you doing?”
“Can I thigh fuck you?”
Sehun gives his dick a long, drawn out stroke, showing off to Joonmyun, and when he says “yes” his voice is breathy and low, pitched deep and impossibly more arousing. Joonmyun thinks he could maybe just come like this, watching Sehun put on a show, but he’s wanted to thigh fuck him forever and never managed to get around to it. He slips his dick between Sehun’s legs and thrusts, his cock sliding along the underside of Sehun’s balls. He reaches around to jerk Sehun off and Sehun comes against the shower wall. Joonmyun follows a couple minutes later, and then they wash each other off before padding down to the kitchen to make themselves dinner.
Joonmyun prepares a salad while Sehun grills some of the chicken they’d brought outside, both of them dressed in loose tanks and worn out shorts. They eat together on the porch, meal paired with beer this time, and Sehun complains about the work he has to do for the summer class he’s taking.
When they’re washing dishes, after, Sehun wraps his arms around Joonmyun’s waist, the towel he’s using for drying hung over his shoulder and rubbing on Joonmyun’s neck.
“I love you,” Sehun says.
It’s unexpected, to say the least. Joonmyun stills, the hot water running over his hands as Sehun pulls back. Joonmyun doesn’t know what to make of that, what he should say back or if it can be true or if Sehun’s been working up to this for some time, if this had been coming but Joonmyun had managed to convince himself, with the warnings of his friends heavy in his mind, that Sehun wasn’t a good person, that Sehun didn’t care about him, that Sehun was using him. There’s something undeniably honest in the way he’s looking at him, now, in the hint of fear creeping into his face, and Joonmyun can’t bring himself to believe any of that any longer. He’s never understood Sehun, which, he thinks, is probably more a symptom of the notions he’s been told he has to have about him, rather than anything he’s ever done to warrant it himself. He’s given Sehun chances, but never enough because he’s always been afraid. And maybe, he supposes, that was at least part of the cause of Sehun’s callousness, of the way he treated Joonmyun and everything he had to offer like a commodity.
“I… is that ok?” Sehun asks after a moment of silence, biting his lip and staring at the ground.
“Yes,” Joonmyun replies, turning around to kiss him, “yes it is.”
Rating: nc17 (warnings: dirty talk, rimming, thigh fucking)
Wordcount: 2700
Summary: Oh Sehun is the summer fling that won't die.
One for the Money
The island is his family’s, but the boat is his. It cuts through the water, leaving a wide wake in its trail, Sehun lounging beside him, feet on the dash, sunglasses across the bridge of his nose, a cap pulled low over his face. Joonmyun doesn’t pay much attention to him as he navigates, focused on the water and the wheel, on the choppy remains of other boats’ wakes that they skirt over, easing up as they do before speeding up again. He doesn’t understand how Sehun’s hat is staying so easily on his head, how he’s just sitting there smiling and not talking and not even trying to do anything. He doesn’t understand Sehun, never has and probably never will, but here they are together, on his boat, speeding toward the island he used to spend summers with his family on while he was growing up.
Calling it an island is an overstatement, really, he thinks as they pull up. It’s a huge rock, really, the house covering nearly the entire property, with a dock and a winding wooden ramp leading up to the house itself, expansive and painted a light blue color, windows decorated with black shutters. It’s a nice house, maybe even beautiful, but Joonmyun doesn’t notice it anymore. It’s just a place, filled with memories of childhood summers spent fishing with his dad and play fighting with his brother. He hasn’t been back since the summer before he’d started college, and his parents had been surprised when he’d asked to borrow it for a getaway.
He hadn’t told them it was for a vacation of sorts with the summer fling that wouldn’t die, with a kid still in college who dresses like a high schooler with access to his parents’ credit card and no goal other than showing off. He hadn’t mentioned that Sehun had licked his ear and whispered something about wanting to be fucked on every surface of the house when he’d told him about his plan, hadn’t mentioned that Sehun intended to mar every one of his childhood memories with an image of them having sex in the same places he’d played catch or nearly puked watching his dad gut a fish for the first time or been run into a wall by his brother, hadn’t mentioned he was going with anyone else at all.
No one knows about Sehun, with the notable exception of his closest friend from college, Kris, and one of his coworkers, Yixing, both of whom had advised him repeatedly against continuing their relationship. Sehun is a secret, Sehun is an accident, Sehun is a bad choice that keeps replaying over and over in his head, like memories of drunken oversharing that mix throughout the day after with the unpleasantness of a hangover. But Sehun is much more permanent, regardless of what anyone else thinks would be for the best. He’s fixed himself in Joonmyun’s life, carved out a space and persisted for a year, taking up Joonmyun’s time and money and not really giving anything in return besides the best sex of his life and someone who’ll listen, undeterred, to all his complaints about his job as a consultant for Bain & Company’s Seoul branch.
Joonmyun knows Sehun is no good, knows that he’s using him for his money, but he can’t make himself stop. Sehun is hot and careless and young and Joonmyun finds himself hopelessly attracted, unable to pull away even though he knows he’s going to be fucked over in the long run. He’s not sure if it’s the sex or the company or something else, something he doesn’t want to think about because he knows Sehun won’t return it, probably can’t. He has hints, sometimes, of appreciation from him, but they’re always wrapped up in something else, in a particularly good round of sex or an expensive gift or a surprise trip.
The boat approaches the island and he cuts the motor, sliding into place beside the dock. He jumps out and pulls the ropes off the boat, tying them around the dock’s metal hooks and then beckoning Sehun onto the dock. He grabs the large leather bag he’s brought and deposits it on the dock, then they head round the front of the boat to pick up two suitcases and boxes of food supplies they’ve brought. They hoist them out of the boat and Joonmyun pulls out his keychain, unlocking the hand truck they own from the railing and placing the boxes of food on it, Sehun taking that and his luggage while Joonmyun grabs his.
“This is really beautiful,” Sehun says, voice inscrutable and face still mostly covered by his sunglasses and hat.
“Thanks,” Joonmyun replies, and they fall silent as they make their way up.
After they unpack, Joonmyun pulls out a bottle of wine, getting glasses from the kitchen, and they sit side by side on the chairs on the front porch, sipping rosé while Joonmyun reminisces, at Sehun’s encouragement, about his childhood summers on the island. Sehun listens, interjecting occasionally, the setting sun warm on their faces and Joonmyun as content as he’s been in years, even if the practiced ease of Sehun’s responses always concerns him, a little.
They’d met in New York, where Joonmyun was working on a 3-month summer engagement with a software client looking to expand in the Korean market and Sehun was doing an 8-week English immersion program at NYU. They’d run into each other at a club, Joonmyun a little drunk, Korean mixing with his English, which Sehun had noticed and latched onto. Sehun had groped him on the dance floor after a few more rounds on Joonmyun’s tab, and Joonmyun had told him that he wanted to take him home and let him have the best ride of his life. They’d fucked in the apartment Bain was furnishing him with, in the king-sized bed with Egyptian cotton sheets that Joonmyun didn’t have to pay a cent for, Sehun riding his cock hard, fingers digging into his sides and moans filling the usually quiet and pristine space. They’d fucked again, in the morning, Joonmyun taking him from behind and dirty talking him into coming without being touched, and after that it had been a hazy string of drunken booty calls and horny text exchanges during the workday, Joonmyun excusing himself for oddly-timed lunch breaks to jack off to the obscene voice mails Sehun would leave him.
It was supposed to end when Sehun went back to Seoul, that had been Joonmyun’s intention, had seemed to be Sehun’s, too. But it didn’t, because Joonmyun had given him, against all his better judgment, his Korean number, and Sehun had texted him his address as soon as his plane had landed. Joonmyun had settled back into his apartment and then gotten on the subway, riding it to Sehun’s place, hands twisted together in anxiousness and excitement he didn’t want to feel. That time he’d rimmed Sehun on his crappy futon, Sehun’s hands winding in his tie the moment he answered the door, while his roommate skyped his long-distance girlfriend in the next room.
They went out on dates after that, to the best restaurants in Seoul, always fucking in Joonmyun’s apartment after, Sehun’s roommate having banned him forever from bringing Joonmyun to their apartment for sex after that first day. They took a cruise together and Joonmyun paid for Sehun to come with him to Beijing during his assignment there, which coincided with Sehun’s winter break. There they’d met Zitao, who Sehun knew from an exchange program at his university, and he’d joined in with them, threesomes happening regularly, Joonmyun exhausted from work and sex and the sheer confusion and pleasure of two incredibly hot guys clamoring for his dick, letting him fuck them long and hard and as rough as he wanted, trailing impossible to conceal hickeys up and down his body. It had been unreal.
This time, though, everything is almost overly real. Sehun is in his family’s home, drinking wine his mother had given him for his birthday a few months prior, wearing boat shoes and staring out over the ocean. It’s evening, and there’s no one who’s going to come anywhere near the house, so when Sehun climbs into Joonmyun’s lap and whispers “I want to ride you so bad hyung, right here, on this chair, I don’t even want to move,” Joonmyun obliges. Sehun’s already hard in anticipation and Joonmyun is too, a little, so Sehun drops to his knees and blows him, mouth hot and wet around Joonmyun’s cock, cheeks hollowing out as his hat falls off his head. There’s lube in his bag, of course, and Joonmyun slicks up his cock and lets Sehun ride him, talking in his ear as he does.
“You’re so tight, Sehun, god I fuck you every day but you’re still so tight, you’re so good,” he says and Sehun clutches harder at his shoulders. “Are you gonna come for me? You like my cock so much you’re gonna come without me touching you? Just like that?”
Sehun nods, forehead sweaty against Joonmyun’s neck. “I’m so close hyung, your cock feels so good.”
“Anyone going by could see us, Sehun,” he says as he thrusts up, Sehun’s movements getting too erratic. He’s close, too, but he’s staving off, waiting to see if he can get Sehun to come before him. “They’d see me fucking you. They could see how fucking much you love my cock. What do you think of that? Do you want everyone to know how much you love to be fucked by me?”
“Yes,” Sehun breathes, “yes, shit, Joonmyun, shit.”
He draws out the last syllable and settles himself on Joonmyun’s cock, rocking back and forth and then coming with a long, loud moan. He sits there for a moment, breathing heavily, before pulling up but staying in Joonmyun’s lap to jerk him off.
They go out fishing after three days of lazing around the house, drinking wine and
following through on Sehun’s desire to have sex in as many different places as possible. There’s something different about the sex, though, Sehun’s hands always lingering longer on Joonmyun’s body than he’s used to, his touches deeper than normal, but softer, his excitement for reciprocation even greater than it usually is. The second day Joonmyun had bent him over the desk he’d used as a kid, kneeling down to rim him, a condom sliced open and placed over his ass, Joonmyun’s tongue working him open while he jerked him off. He’d come like that and then turned around, breathless, and asked if he could do the same to Joonmyun. He’d let him, having never been rimmed before, and Sehun’s tongue had been hot and slick inside of him, like nothing he’d ever felt. He understood why Sehun liked it so much, saw how addicting the feel of something warm and wet inside his body could be. He’d come hard onto Sehun’s hand and then slid down to join him on the floor, their bodies entangling and Sehun murmuring something Joonmyun couldn’t make out, something short and soft that Joonmyun thought could’ve been important but was lost quickly to the air.
Joonmyun lets himself be distracted by Sehun this time that they’re on the boat, because he’s shirtless and splayed out in a pair of red swim trunks. Joonmyun, too, doesn’t have a shirt on, and Sehun sometimes sits up to trace the outline of his abs with his tongue, muttering about how hot Joonmyun is.
“I’d fuck you here if I weren’t worried we’d capsize,” Joonmyun tells him when he’s frotting against his leg, “but the boat’s not that big.”
“Can I blow you at least?” he asks, and Joonmyun reels in the fishing line while Sehun kneels down between his legs, giving up on catching anything for the day.
They get back hours later, both sunburned even though they’d slathered their bodies in sunscreen. Joonmyun’s horny again. He doesn’t really know how, something about the steady rock of the boat and the heat of the sun and the way Sehun had stayed with him after Joonmyun had sucked him off, their bodies too warm beside each other but neither even making an effort to pull away. He’s sure, now, that something’s shifting between them. Sehun has had his moments of affection in the past but it’s never been like this. He’s never clung to Joonmyun, never held him for so long, and Joonmyun doesn’t know what to make of it, but it excites him, makes him want to hold him tighter, too, dig deeper into his body and his mind and maybe, maybe, his heart, but Joonmyun worries that that’s all dangerous, that that’s all impossible, that he’s making things up even if he knows there’s no way he can be.
Sehun, it turns out, is horny too, which Joonmyun discovers when he asks him if they can shower together. Joonmyun nods, anticipation building, and they undress, Joonmyun’s half-hard cock shamelessly exposed, Sehun’s partly erect, too.
“Joonmyun,” Sehun moans as Joonmyun massages his ass, finger dipping in every so often, their bodies pressed tight together as the shower pours hot water over them. “Joonmyun, I really want you to fuck me. God, please, I’ve wanted it since you blew me, please fuck me.”
“You’re so horny,” Joonmyun whispers as he slides in, a little bit of lube easing the adjustment.
Sehun moans in agreement. “God I love your cock.”
Joonmyun settles his hands on his hips and starts fucking him in earnest, movements quick and sharp. Sehun jacks himself off as Joonmyun fucks him, until Joonmyun, unbearably close, pulls out.
“What are you doing?”
“Can I thigh fuck you?”
Sehun gives his dick a long, drawn out stroke, showing off to Joonmyun, and when he says “yes” his voice is breathy and low, pitched deep and impossibly more arousing. Joonmyun thinks he could maybe just come like this, watching Sehun put on a show, but he’s wanted to thigh fuck him forever and never managed to get around to it. He slips his dick between Sehun’s legs and thrusts, his cock sliding along the underside of Sehun’s balls. He reaches around to jerk Sehun off and Sehun comes against the shower wall. Joonmyun follows a couple minutes later, and then they wash each other off before padding down to the kitchen to make themselves dinner.
Joonmyun prepares a salad while Sehun grills some of the chicken they’d brought outside, both of them dressed in loose tanks and worn out shorts. They eat together on the porch, meal paired with beer this time, and Sehun complains about the work he has to do for the summer class he’s taking.
When they’re washing dishes, after, Sehun wraps his arms around Joonmyun’s waist, the towel he’s using for drying hung over his shoulder and rubbing on Joonmyun’s neck.
“I love you,” Sehun says.
It’s unexpected, to say the least. Joonmyun stills, the hot water running over his hands as Sehun pulls back. Joonmyun doesn’t know what to make of that, what he should say back or if it can be true or if Sehun’s been working up to this for some time, if this had been coming but Joonmyun had managed to convince himself, with the warnings of his friends heavy in his mind, that Sehun wasn’t a good person, that Sehun didn’t care about him, that Sehun was using him. There’s something undeniably honest in the way he’s looking at him, now, in the hint of fear creeping into his face, and Joonmyun can’t bring himself to believe any of that any longer. He’s never understood Sehun, which, he thinks, is probably more a symptom of the notions he’s been told he has to have about him, rather than anything he’s ever done to warrant it himself. He’s given Sehun chances, but never enough because he’s always been afraid. And maybe, he supposes, that was at least part of the cause of Sehun’s callousness, of the way he treated Joonmyun and everything he had to offer like a commodity.
“I… is that ok?” Sehun asks after a moment of silence, biting his lip and staring at the ground.
“Yes,” Joonmyun replies, turning around to kiss him, “yes it is.”