Five realities in which Seungho and Mir have sex (and Mir tops); part 3
Title: Five realities in which Seungho and Mir have sex (and Mir tops)
Fandom: MBLAQ
Pairing: Seungho/Mir
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A collection of five times Seungho and Mir had sex in different universes.
Warnings: The title is the hint here.
Notes: On the first post.
Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5.
The one in which Mir is a porn star (because really)
Seungho’s neighbor is, per se, a porn star.
That alone should be the entire summary of the latest two years of his life, being that when he moved to this building, because it was all his friends and workmates could possibly talk about. He was not Seungho, he was The Guy Whose Neighbor Is A Porn Star, or the more embarrassing and slightly troublesome short version, Porn Guy, and how cool was that?
Well, not a lot, if you asked Seungho. It wasn’t like he cared about having been labeled after his neighbor’s profession or the fact people hardly remembered his name or how there was always one of his acquaintances coming over to “I don’t know, hang out” and ending up at the next door, talking to the infamous neighbor. He was ok with all that, even if he’d rather not have so many people in his apartment when they could go straight to the clearly more important one to the right. The thing was that Seungho didn’t see the benefits and the glamour, as to put it, of living next door to a porn actor.
First of all, Seungho didn’t know the man’s profession when he saw him for the first time. To Seungho, he was just that nice guy who had waved at him on his way out when Seungho was a possible buyer taking a look at the apartment put to sale next to his. The nice guy who had introduced himself as Cheolyong and had helped him with his boxes on the moving day and even invited him over to his place, which was clean and organized (well, in comparison to Seungho’s piles of boxes, that is), to eat pizza. He was a very nice guy in general and Seungho was fond of talking to him whenever they had a chance.
He’d only learned about the whole porn business when Byunghee, a long, long time friend, came to check his new place. They had a few beers and talked about work and stuff as Seungho showed him the apartment, and Byunghee had complimented the existence of two bedrooms and how the decoration was coming out. They were about to leave for the small restaurant a few blocks away (Seungho had partly moved in because of the nice localization) when there was a knock on the door. It was Cheolyong, asking him if he was free to have a gaming session, he had just got his hands on Dead Island and it was fucking sweet.
Seungho was beginning to apologize and postpone the invitation for a next time when Byunghee came out of the kitchen and peered over his shoulder to see who he was talking to. He then proceeded to widen his eyes and badly hide a snicker behind his fist before breaking into a giggling fit. Seungho glanced back with a frown while Cheolyong tilted his head curiously, kind of worried, to check on the laughing man.
“Are you ok?” Seungho asked slowly.
Byunghee just waved a hand from his crouching position, still giggling.
“Right,” Seungho shook his head briefly, smiling back at Cheolyong, who still seemed worried about Byunghee. “Um, yeah, so I guess we can play when I get back? I don’t think this will take more than one hour, maybe two.”
Cheolyong brightened up, nodding. “I won’t be going anywhere today. Just knock when you get back and I’ll kick your sorry ass until you beg for mercy.”
Somewhere in the back, Byunghee laughed louder, but Seungho barely noticed.
“Oh, good luck with that,” he said as the man walked back to his own apartment with a grin across his face. “Maybe it’ll make you feel better after that time I humiliated you on Halo 3 four times in a row.”
Cheolyong had only his face peaking out of the door, and Seungho laughed when he stuck out his tongue before retreating and closing the door.
“Ok, what was that about?” Seungho inquires the other man, closing the door behind him and putting his hands on his hips.
And then he found out about how Cheolyong let people tape him having sex for a living. Because, honestly, Byunghee would be the one to know, being so obsessed with porn as he was (or “an enthusiast of sexual freedom”, as he liked to put it). The discovery did not affect the way he felt about Cheolyong a lot; the only change was that he understood why the man didn’t have a steady working schedule like most people. He got back to his building that day and played with him until late in the night, or early in the morning, and Cheolyong really did kick his ass.
The word spread though, and that was how some of other friends went to check for themselves if Seungho really lived next to a porn actor and was it true that he’d walked in on the guy shooting in his apartment one time? (Byunghee had the time of his life when Seungho asked him why he was getting that question so frequently in work lately.)
It was only awkward when one of them asked him if he’d experienced it himself. Seungho had frowned and arched an eyebrow and stared at the person, who just kept a steady sly smile and called him a “big dog”. Then it hit him that he didn’t know exactly what sort of porn actor Cheolyong was, and, for the first time, he was curious.
According to Byunghee, he was in the gay porn scene (“You watch those too?” “I’m an enthusiast, my friend”) as what they call a bottom. Which meant he was the one getting it up the ass, Byunghee explained kindly. He was pretty well known apparently and was one of his company’s highlights. Byunghee had found him frequently both in Korean and international sites - Seungho didn’t make any remarks this time, it was pointless. And he was often referred to by his business name, Mir, which probably meant it had some weight around the industry.
The whole “experience it yourself” thing made sense, Seungho’s curiosity was satiated, and he left it at that, never really thinking about Cheolyong’s profession unless one of his workmates or friends brought it up. It wasn’t really his business if he was taking it up the ass for a paycheck, he was still a fun guy to hang out with. Seungho simply wasn’t bothered by it in any way.
It was left alone for two years until one day Byunghee slept over his place, a girly thing to do if you asked Seungho but it wasn’t like either of them precisely cared. Ridden of the social duty to look sober since they’d be staying in for the night, they got drunk in record time watching whatever was on TV without really paying attention.
“So, have you watched Mir’s videos yet?” Byunghee asked breaking the bored silence they had been in for five minutes.
Seungho scowled drunkenly. “No, dude! Don’t be disgusting.”
“What is disgusting about a grown man watching porn?” Byunghee shot back defensively, already reaching for the laptop that was charging on the cupboard behind him.
“I’m not gonna watch my friend get fucked like some sort of sick, perverted bastard,” Seungho stated in a slightly slurred speech. Byunghee was already opening the browser, typing away. “Fuck, Byunghee, I’m not going to watch him, he’s my neighbor-”
“There you go,” he said when the site opened, moving the laptop so Seungho could take a look at the screen. It looked innocent enough, sort of like a modeling agency’s site, with lots of pictures of good looking young men such as Cheolyong. Byunghee clicked a “most searched” link and “Mir” was the third name in the list.
“Seriously, Byunghee, I don’t-”
“You won’t regret, he’s fucking awesome,” the other man waved a hand at him, as a picture of Cheolyong smiling adorably at the camera, the name “Mir” written over it in pink letters, loaded above a list of links.
Then Seungho noticed Byunghee was logged in as a paying member.
“What the fuck, you’re paying for the site?” Seungho widened his eyes at his friend.
“Well, I like variety. Besides, after I got to meet Mir in real life, I was more interested in his videos,” he said with a shrug.
Seungho blinked at him one, two, three times.
“You jerk off watching my neighbor?” he then snapped a little bit too loud, only to be shushed by Byunghee.
“Why don’t you just go into his fucking apartment and tell that to his face already?” he said, brows furrowed. “Plus, I really mean it when I say he’s awesome. This is my favorite video, and, believe me, that was hard to pick.”
The video was loading and Seungho was scowling again, turning away from the laptop, muttering about how he didn’t want to see how great Cheolyong was or Mir or whoever the fuck it was, that was too weird. But then it started playing and, if he was to be completely honest, he had this tiny curiosity to know how such a normal guy as Cheolyong would act in videos of that kind. It wouldn’t hurt to at least check it, he certainly wouldn’t be offending anyone.
It began with Cheolyong, better yet, Mir kneeling on a bed - Seungho remembered when Cheolyong had that auburn-ish hair (he changed his hair a lot) a year ago. He had this collar thing on his neck with spikes on it. Seungho was really uncomfortable, not really able to picture his friend wearing something like that in everyday life, then Byunghee skipped over to the part in which someone’s penis was shoved into his mouth and - at that point, Seungho’s jaw was hanging - he sucked on it and it was better than all the blowjobs Seungho had received in his entire life, which counted one. But still.
His head bobbed easily, each time taking in a little more and then he just took the whole length in, stopping for a while as he looked up into the camera, eliciting a frown from Seungho, and closed his eyes. A hand held up his chin, pulling the cock out of his mouth, and teased him by moving it close to his mouth, to which Mir reacted by licking his lips and whimpering because he looked like he wanted to taste it so much-
“Huh? What do you say?” Byunghee nudged his shoulder with a smirk on his face.
“I say you’re pretty fucked up to watch this,” he answered but his eyes were still glued to the screen, watching as Mir eagerly leaned back on the bed, eyes still on the camera, and spread out his naked legs.
After that one time, Seungho tried to let it remain as something he would not think about, but now it proved to be really hard to keep that way. When Cheolyong was in his place to have a beer and talk, he kept distracted looking at his mouth and remembering the things he had done with it, with his tongue. When they went out for lunch, he kept thinking of a video (that he accidentally watched when he accidentally hacked Byunghee’s account on the site he had accidentally visited) in which someone licked off fruit bits from Mir’s skin and it was just very wrong.
This was all really Byunghee’s fault.
“Hey, are you mad at me?” Cheolyong asked one day when Seungho came back from work. Seungho was still working on the door’s lock when the next door flung open and Cheolyong hadn’t even bothered greeting him.
“What?” Seungho asked back as if it was a ridiculous idea, walking into his apartment and waiting until Cheolyong was also in. Yet he knew it was anything but ridiculous - that was the idea anyone would get after being avoided for days with the weakest excuses ever made up (“I have to walk my dog right now.” “You don’t have a dog. Pets are not allowed in the building.” “…Right. Well, I’m late for… stuff. Bye!”). He was beginning to feel bad for doing that.
“Why don’t you want to hang out with me anymore?”
It was a hurt question, complete with the quiet tone of voice and the pitiful quivering of lip. Cheolyong looked horrible and lonely when he was sad, it was the hardest thing to watch. He’d only seen him like that a couple times throughout their time as neighbors, though he’d never been the reason why that expression was on his face.
“I don’t… Well,” Seungho started but then couldn’t find his words. He couldn’t just say he was not comfortable picturing the two of them having sex (with far too accurate mental images) whenever he was around Cheolyong. But he couldn’t think up a convincing excuse when he had been caught off guard like that.
“You found out, didn’t you?” Cheolyong asked with sad smile. “My job. You found out what I do.”
“Um.”
Seungho was horrible at the whole lying thing.
Cheolyong chuckled lifelessly, shoulders falling. Seungho wanted to explain himself because Cheolyong was obviously getting the wrong picture there, but the words couldn’t make it to his mouth.
“Well, it’s ok. At least you didn’t try using it against me or telling to my face how disgusting it is,” Cheolyong looked down, fingers fiddling with his shirt. “You were nice enough to just ignore it.”
“No, you don’t understand-”
“It’s ok, Seungho,” the man insists, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not the first time someone has walked away from me after finding out. I don’t blame you either - if you can’t digest it, then you can’t digest it and it’s not like I’m in place to force you to or anything. I know it’s not something usual or that I should have hidden from you.”
“Listen to me, Cheolyong, I’m saying it’s not what you think-”
“It’s just that I didn’t want you to find it out so early,” he ignores Seungho, folding his arms. “You were the first friend friend I had in while in this city, you know? To just play with and go out to the movies, like other people do. My job always ends up pushing everyone away, or bringing them to me for other reasons. It would be nice if you had stuck around for a little longer. Maybe after a few more years you wouldn’t have minded so much and could over-look it.”
Seungho stood in the middle of his living room, not sure where to put his hands or what to say or do. Although he knew he wanted to tell Cheolyong it was not a problem, since it really wasn’t - or not in the way he was imagining it to be - he also realized it had become hard to stay around Cheolyong. Something had changed.
Sparing him a last unsure glance, as if hoping Seungho would say that he didn’t mind or that nothing changed, which never happened, Cheolyong walked to the door and left, closing it softly behind himself. Seungho let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding and closed his eyes heavily.
He was going to fucking kill Byunghee.
Three hours later, there was a knock on Cheolyong’s door. That alone was unexpected, since he hardly had any visits, let alone surprise ones. When he opened the door, he could only blink, eyebrows raised. Seungho stood there with a pizza box in his hand and two bags packed with booze. There was an apologetic smile on his face.
“I’ll let you kick my ass on Counter Strike,” he had said and Cheolyong would have cried if he didn’t know Seungho wouldn’t let him live it down.
After a while, Seungho was able to forget about the whole porn thing again. He saw Cheolyong every day, so he was naturally getting used to the double faces of his neighbor and the sudden lust for him began wearing off. Did he still want to bang Cheolyong? Technically yes, but he took comfort in thinking he actually wanted to bang Mir, which made Mir and Cheolyong completely different people. Mir was smoking hot and wild and skilled with many parts of his body, as Seungho had had the chance to find after many accidental times using Byunghee’s account. Cheolyong was a fun, dorky guy who made Seungho laugh out loud many times and had an amusing accent, and Seungho did not want to lose that. He was now able to tell the two apart, like one does with twins, and keep both his heads in their respective places.
“So,” one day Cheolyong said when they had dinner in his apartment, voice amused and eyebrow suggestively arched. He’d been meaning to asked that for a while. “Did you watch?”
Seungho raises an eyebrow, taking a bite off his hamburger. “Watch what?”
The TV had a paused game of Guitar Hero (which Seungho sucked on for someone who played the guitar so well), and the room was silent except for the sounds of chewing and plastic and paper being squeezed. It had been months since The Talk that wasn’t so much of a real talk, and Cheolyong was now certain that Seungho was pretty cool with his job. He didn’t flinch when the other said he couldn’t go out that night because he had a shooting to do or anything similar. Seungho was indeed pretty cool, he’d been thinking for a while.
“Me,” and Cheolyong waggled his brows at that, making Seungho almost choke on the bread. He took a few gulps of soda so he could breathe again, eyes watery. Cheolyong was chuckling.
“Excuse me?” Seungho asked, wiping his mouth.
“You know, have you ever watched my videos? Or one, or two?” he still had a smirk going on on his face, making Seungho wary.
“What is it to you?” he said, conscious of how much it sounded like a confirmation.
Cheolyong’s smirk widened. “It’s a lot to me, considering it’s me.”
“I may have seen one,” Seungho admitted since it was indeed Cheolyong’s business, snickering along.
“Oh,” Cheolyong giggled, nibbling his lower lip. “And?”
There was a pause in which Seungho glanced at him from his hamburger, a hint of a frown on his face. “And what?” he deadpanned.
“’And I hated it’ or ‘and it was ok’ or ‘and I loved it’ or ‘and I think you’re the best fuck ever’?”
Seungho was laughing again.
Cheolyong insisted. “It has to be the last option because it’s really the only option. Come on.”
“Yeah, you really do look like the best fuck ever with mayonnaise on your chin,” Seungho chortled.
Cheolyong wiggled his brows again as he wiped the condiment off with a napkin. “Pretty suggestive, huh?”
“You are impossible,” Seungho said in an attempted serious tone but ended up giggling again.
But Cheolyong kept insisting and both he and Seungho knew he wouldn’t leave it alone until he got an answer.
“Ok, you’re not half bad, if I must say it,” he gave in after minutes upon minutes of endless whining. Cheolyong blinked.
“What? Not half- please, I’m the best, have you ever even seen me deep throat?” he was suddenly very serious about it and got frustrated when Seungho laughed at his tone. “There’s no way anyone can do it better than me, and I take the big ones, too, ok.”
“Eh,” Seungho shrugged mockingly, deeply amused by how offended Cheolyong looked, narrowing his eyes at him.
“And do you think it’s easy to keep a sexy face without wincing when they ram their stuff into you? It’s fucking not, I tell you,” he waved a finger in front of Seungho’s face angrily, but the man was too busy laughing his lungs out to even be bothered by that.
“No, I see, you really must have it hard in your job,” Seungho said between chuckles and had to look away because Cheolyong’s face, he couldn’t even breathe.
Cheolyong was washing his hands and mouth on the kitchen sink before throwing the trash on the counter away. He set his angry eyes on Seungho, who had just left the bathroom to also clean the grease away.
“Oh, get over it. Let’s solve it in a face-off, yes?” he nodded at the TV. Seungho didn’t even stand a chance on their best of three, considering that he still sucked at that game and Cheolyong was a ruthless bastard when angered. On the third row, he didn’t get one single note wrong, something that seemed mythical to Seungho on the hard level. Cheolyong asked if he wanted another round, but Seungho put his guitar on the floor in a sign defeat and solemnly refused.
He watched Cheolyong playing solo for a while until the latter suddenly paused the game.
“’Not half bad?’ Really?”
Seungho rolled his eyes. “What do you want me to say, that you were spectacular?” Not that wasn’t true, but he didn’t intend on letting Cheolyong hear that from him.
“Yes,” the other man waved his hands as if it was obvious. “Because I am.” Seungho looked away, chuckling. “Stop looking so unimpressed, lots of guys - my fans - would kill to get a chance to be on your seat right now. Only there would be a lot of things we would be doing, and gaming is not one of them.”
“Sounds fun,” Seungho smirked mockingly, which Cheolyong answered with a “you have no idea.” A pause. “But you could.”
His voice was different. Seungho had noticed that before, Cheolyong sounded different from Mir. Cheolyong had a sort of high-pitched, yet kind of deep voice and tended to speak loudly. Mir didn’t talk a lot, but when he did, it was smooth and quiet, an octave lower. Now, Cheolyong sounded a lot like Mir.
“What?” Seungho asked for what could be the tenth time that night.
“I was all in for creating a mood when asking you what you thought of the videos and you ruined it by not saying I was amazing, which I am,” Cheolyong furrowed his brows. “Can you not ruin it for the second time?”
Seungho was not even blinking.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” Cheolyong declared hesitatingly, a little worried about Seungho’s catatonic state, but leaned in nevertheless. He leaned in and pressed their lips together softly, momentarily licking at Seungho’s lower one because he had been dying to do that for ages before pulling back to look at Seungho’s face and find that it was still unmoving. “You’re freaking me out.”
“You were trying to get me into bed?” Seungho said because that was still not clear in his head. That was fucking Mir, the porn star, who had very weak seducing skills for such a title, but still, that was Cheolyong-
“Unless you don’t want to,” the man said with a concerned frown.
Seungho answered by kissing him again and yeah, maybe he did want to. He had no idea why they were suddenly in Cheolyong’s bedroom and why their clothes were nowhere to be found and Cheolyong was naked on top of him.
“If you still don’t think I’m the best after this,” Cheolyong muttered against his skin as he kissed down Seungho’s chest, looking up at him, and he Seungho knew he was putting on that sexy act he always did in his videos, “you are officially asexual.”
Seungho was licking his lips and humming and moaning, Cheolyong had so much in it wasn’t even believable, and his tongue. Seungho was growing fonder and fonder of that tongue. He fisted the brown hair just like he always wanted to when watching him, he pulled and tugged and made him groan. It sounded different, but the same, and Seungho wasn’t thinking straight so he might as well stop trying.
After a while, Cheolyong moved to get lube from the drawer there was on his bed, below the mattress. He turned back to Seungho with a grin.
“Let’s see if you can do it without wincing,” he said with a low chortle that confused Seungho for a while. It all became very clear when a finger was pushed inside him and oh. That was not how he’d pictured this happening, and he’d pictured this happening in a quite wide range of scenarios, but fuck if he cared. That was fucking Cheolyong.
Turned out, Seungho would admit minutes later, heaving chest and body covered in perspiration and something else, it really was hard to keep a sexy face without wincing as Cheolyong rammed his stuff (twice) into him. And Seungho would also admit, not too loudly though, that Cheolyong was the best fuck ever. But not without trying something first.
“Hey, do you have any fruit in here?” he asked casually after it had been enough time.
“I guess I still have some raspberries in the fridge,” Cheolyong said with a thoughtful frown. “Why?”
Seungho had already hopped off the bed, on his way to the kitchen with a grin on his face. Now he’d get to see if Cheolyong could not wince in real life as well. And maybe check if he could pull off that thing with his legs as easily as he made it seem.
(“Score,” Byunghee said with a smirk a week later, when he’d dropped by one afternoon for the occasional beer and chat Friday. Seungho had opened the door with tousled hair and Cheolyong was heading to the kitchen, holding a white sheet around his body, to get some water. “Premium score.”
“Can you not?” Seungho scowled.
Byunghee ignored him. “Better live?”
Seungho hesitated, but gave a small smile. “You can’t even imagine.”
In the kitchen, Cheolyong grinned to himself.)
Fandom: MBLAQ
Pairing: Seungho/Mir
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A collection of five times Seungho and Mir had sex in different universes.
Warnings: The title is the hint here.
Notes: On the first post.
Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5.
The one in which Mir is a porn star (because really)
Seungho’s neighbor is, per se, a porn star.
That alone should be the entire summary of the latest two years of his life, being that when he moved to this building, because it was all his friends and workmates could possibly talk about. He was not Seungho, he was The Guy Whose Neighbor Is A Porn Star, or the more embarrassing and slightly troublesome short version, Porn Guy, and how cool was that?
Well, not a lot, if you asked Seungho. It wasn’t like he cared about having been labeled after his neighbor’s profession or the fact people hardly remembered his name or how there was always one of his acquaintances coming over to “I don’t know, hang out” and ending up at the next door, talking to the infamous neighbor. He was ok with all that, even if he’d rather not have so many people in his apartment when they could go straight to the clearly more important one to the right. The thing was that Seungho didn’t see the benefits and the glamour, as to put it, of living next door to a porn actor.
First of all, Seungho didn’t know the man’s profession when he saw him for the first time. To Seungho, he was just that nice guy who had waved at him on his way out when Seungho was a possible buyer taking a look at the apartment put to sale next to his. The nice guy who had introduced himself as Cheolyong and had helped him with his boxes on the moving day and even invited him over to his place, which was clean and organized (well, in comparison to Seungho’s piles of boxes, that is), to eat pizza. He was a very nice guy in general and Seungho was fond of talking to him whenever they had a chance.
He’d only learned about the whole porn business when Byunghee, a long, long time friend, came to check his new place. They had a few beers and talked about work and stuff as Seungho showed him the apartment, and Byunghee had complimented the existence of two bedrooms and how the decoration was coming out. They were about to leave for the small restaurant a few blocks away (Seungho had partly moved in because of the nice localization) when there was a knock on the door. It was Cheolyong, asking him if he was free to have a gaming session, he had just got his hands on Dead Island and it was fucking sweet.
Seungho was beginning to apologize and postpone the invitation for a next time when Byunghee came out of the kitchen and peered over his shoulder to see who he was talking to. He then proceeded to widen his eyes and badly hide a snicker behind his fist before breaking into a giggling fit. Seungho glanced back with a frown while Cheolyong tilted his head curiously, kind of worried, to check on the laughing man.
“Are you ok?” Seungho asked slowly.
Byunghee just waved a hand from his crouching position, still giggling.
“Right,” Seungho shook his head briefly, smiling back at Cheolyong, who still seemed worried about Byunghee. “Um, yeah, so I guess we can play when I get back? I don’t think this will take more than one hour, maybe two.”
Cheolyong brightened up, nodding. “I won’t be going anywhere today. Just knock when you get back and I’ll kick your sorry ass until you beg for mercy.”
Somewhere in the back, Byunghee laughed louder, but Seungho barely noticed.
“Oh, good luck with that,” he said as the man walked back to his own apartment with a grin across his face. “Maybe it’ll make you feel better after that time I humiliated you on Halo 3 four times in a row.”
Cheolyong had only his face peaking out of the door, and Seungho laughed when he stuck out his tongue before retreating and closing the door.
“Ok, what was that about?” Seungho inquires the other man, closing the door behind him and putting his hands on his hips.
And then he found out about how Cheolyong let people tape him having sex for a living. Because, honestly, Byunghee would be the one to know, being so obsessed with porn as he was (or “an enthusiast of sexual freedom”, as he liked to put it). The discovery did not affect the way he felt about Cheolyong a lot; the only change was that he understood why the man didn’t have a steady working schedule like most people. He got back to his building that day and played with him until late in the night, or early in the morning, and Cheolyong really did kick his ass.
The word spread though, and that was how some of other friends went to check for themselves if Seungho really lived next to a porn actor and was it true that he’d walked in on the guy shooting in his apartment one time? (Byunghee had the time of his life when Seungho asked him why he was getting that question so frequently in work lately.)
It was only awkward when one of them asked him if he’d experienced it himself. Seungho had frowned and arched an eyebrow and stared at the person, who just kept a steady sly smile and called him a “big dog”. Then it hit him that he didn’t know exactly what sort of porn actor Cheolyong was, and, for the first time, he was curious.
According to Byunghee, he was in the gay porn scene (“You watch those too?” “I’m an enthusiast, my friend”) as what they call a bottom. Which meant he was the one getting it up the ass, Byunghee explained kindly. He was pretty well known apparently and was one of his company’s highlights. Byunghee had found him frequently both in Korean and international sites - Seungho didn’t make any remarks this time, it was pointless. And he was often referred to by his business name, Mir, which probably meant it had some weight around the industry.
The whole “experience it yourself” thing made sense, Seungho’s curiosity was satiated, and he left it at that, never really thinking about Cheolyong’s profession unless one of his workmates or friends brought it up. It wasn’t really his business if he was taking it up the ass for a paycheck, he was still a fun guy to hang out with. Seungho simply wasn’t bothered by it in any way.
It was left alone for two years until one day Byunghee slept over his place, a girly thing to do if you asked Seungho but it wasn’t like either of them precisely cared. Ridden of the social duty to look sober since they’d be staying in for the night, they got drunk in record time watching whatever was on TV without really paying attention.
“So, have you watched Mir’s videos yet?” Byunghee asked breaking the bored silence they had been in for five minutes.
Seungho scowled drunkenly. “No, dude! Don’t be disgusting.”
“What is disgusting about a grown man watching porn?” Byunghee shot back defensively, already reaching for the laptop that was charging on the cupboard behind him.
“I’m not gonna watch my friend get fucked like some sort of sick, perverted bastard,” Seungho stated in a slightly slurred speech. Byunghee was already opening the browser, typing away. “Fuck, Byunghee, I’m not going to watch him, he’s my neighbor-”
“There you go,” he said when the site opened, moving the laptop so Seungho could take a look at the screen. It looked innocent enough, sort of like a modeling agency’s site, with lots of pictures of good looking young men such as Cheolyong. Byunghee clicked a “most searched” link and “Mir” was the third name in the list.
“Seriously, Byunghee, I don’t-”
“You won’t regret, he’s fucking awesome,” the other man waved a hand at him, as a picture of Cheolyong smiling adorably at the camera, the name “Mir” written over it in pink letters, loaded above a list of links.
Then Seungho noticed Byunghee was logged in as a paying member.
“What the fuck, you’re paying for the site?” Seungho widened his eyes at his friend.
“Well, I like variety. Besides, after I got to meet Mir in real life, I was more interested in his videos,” he said with a shrug.
Seungho blinked at him one, two, three times.
“You jerk off watching my neighbor?” he then snapped a little bit too loud, only to be shushed by Byunghee.
“Why don’t you just go into his fucking apartment and tell that to his face already?” he said, brows furrowed. “Plus, I really mean it when I say he’s awesome. This is my favorite video, and, believe me, that was hard to pick.”
The video was loading and Seungho was scowling again, turning away from the laptop, muttering about how he didn’t want to see how great Cheolyong was or Mir or whoever the fuck it was, that was too weird. But then it started playing and, if he was to be completely honest, he had this tiny curiosity to know how such a normal guy as Cheolyong would act in videos of that kind. It wouldn’t hurt to at least check it, he certainly wouldn’t be offending anyone.
It began with Cheolyong, better yet, Mir kneeling on a bed - Seungho remembered when Cheolyong had that auburn-ish hair (he changed his hair a lot) a year ago. He had this collar thing on his neck with spikes on it. Seungho was really uncomfortable, not really able to picture his friend wearing something like that in everyday life, then Byunghee skipped over to the part in which someone’s penis was shoved into his mouth and - at that point, Seungho’s jaw was hanging - he sucked on it and it was better than all the blowjobs Seungho had received in his entire life, which counted one. But still.
His head bobbed easily, each time taking in a little more and then he just took the whole length in, stopping for a while as he looked up into the camera, eliciting a frown from Seungho, and closed his eyes. A hand held up his chin, pulling the cock out of his mouth, and teased him by moving it close to his mouth, to which Mir reacted by licking his lips and whimpering because he looked like he wanted to taste it so much-
“Huh? What do you say?” Byunghee nudged his shoulder with a smirk on his face.
“I say you’re pretty fucked up to watch this,” he answered but his eyes were still glued to the screen, watching as Mir eagerly leaned back on the bed, eyes still on the camera, and spread out his naked legs.
After that one time, Seungho tried to let it remain as something he would not think about, but now it proved to be really hard to keep that way. When Cheolyong was in his place to have a beer and talk, he kept distracted looking at his mouth and remembering the things he had done with it, with his tongue. When they went out for lunch, he kept thinking of a video (that he accidentally watched when he accidentally hacked Byunghee’s account on the site he had accidentally visited) in which someone licked off fruit bits from Mir’s skin and it was just very wrong.
This was all really Byunghee’s fault.
“Hey, are you mad at me?” Cheolyong asked one day when Seungho came back from work. Seungho was still working on the door’s lock when the next door flung open and Cheolyong hadn’t even bothered greeting him.
“What?” Seungho asked back as if it was a ridiculous idea, walking into his apartment and waiting until Cheolyong was also in. Yet he knew it was anything but ridiculous - that was the idea anyone would get after being avoided for days with the weakest excuses ever made up (“I have to walk my dog right now.” “You don’t have a dog. Pets are not allowed in the building.” “…Right. Well, I’m late for… stuff. Bye!”). He was beginning to feel bad for doing that.
“Why don’t you want to hang out with me anymore?”
It was a hurt question, complete with the quiet tone of voice and the pitiful quivering of lip. Cheolyong looked horrible and lonely when he was sad, it was the hardest thing to watch. He’d only seen him like that a couple times throughout their time as neighbors, though he’d never been the reason why that expression was on his face.
“I don’t… Well,” Seungho started but then couldn’t find his words. He couldn’t just say he was not comfortable picturing the two of them having sex (with far too accurate mental images) whenever he was around Cheolyong. But he couldn’t think up a convincing excuse when he had been caught off guard like that.
“You found out, didn’t you?” Cheolyong asked with sad smile. “My job. You found out what I do.”
“Um.”
Seungho was horrible at the whole lying thing.
Cheolyong chuckled lifelessly, shoulders falling. Seungho wanted to explain himself because Cheolyong was obviously getting the wrong picture there, but the words couldn’t make it to his mouth.
“Well, it’s ok. At least you didn’t try using it against me or telling to my face how disgusting it is,” Cheolyong looked down, fingers fiddling with his shirt. “You were nice enough to just ignore it.”
“No, you don’t understand-”
“It’s ok, Seungho,” the man insists, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not the first time someone has walked away from me after finding out. I don’t blame you either - if you can’t digest it, then you can’t digest it and it’s not like I’m in place to force you to or anything. I know it’s not something usual or that I should have hidden from you.”
“Listen to me, Cheolyong, I’m saying it’s not what you think-”
“It’s just that I didn’t want you to find it out so early,” he ignores Seungho, folding his arms. “You were the first friend friend I had in while in this city, you know? To just play with and go out to the movies, like other people do. My job always ends up pushing everyone away, or bringing them to me for other reasons. It would be nice if you had stuck around for a little longer. Maybe after a few more years you wouldn’t have minded so much and could over-look it.”
Seungho stood in the middle of his living room, not sure where to put his hands or what to say or do. Although he knew he wanted to tell Cheolyong it was not a problem, since it really wasn’t - or not in the way he was imagining it to be - he also realized it had become hard to stay around Cheolyong. Something had changed.
Sparing him a last unsure glance, as if hoping Seungho would say that he didn’t mind or that nothing changed, which never happened, Cheolyong walked to the door and left, closing it softly behind himself. Seungho let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding and closed his eyes heavily.
He was going to fucking kill Byunghee.
Three hours later, there was a knock on Cheolyong’s door. That alone was unexpected, since he hardly had any visits, let alone surprise ones. When he opened the door, he could only blink, eyebrows raised. Seungho stood there with a pizza box in his hand and two bags packed with booze. There was an apologetic smile on his face.
“I’ll let you kick my ass on Counter Strike,” he had said and Cheolyong would have cried if he didn’t know Seungho wouldn’t let him live it down.
After a while, Seungho was able to forget about the whole porn thing again. He saw Cheolyong every day, so he was naturally getting used to the double faces of his neighbor and the sudden lust for him began wearing off. Did he still want to bang Cheolyong? Technically yes, but he took comfort in thinking he actually wanted to bang Mir, which made Mir and Cheolyong completely different people. Mir was smoking hot and wild and skilled with many parts of his body, as Seungho had had the chance to find after many accidental times using Byunghee’s account. Cheolyong was a fun, dorky guy who made Seungho laugh out loud many times and had an amusing accent, and Seungho did not want to lose that. He was now able to tell the two apart, like one does with twins, and keep both his heads in their respective places.
“So,” one day Cheolyong said when they had dinner in his apartment, voice amused and eyebrow suggestively arched. He’d been meaning to asked that for a while. “Did you watch?”
Seungho raises an eyebrow, taking a bite off his hamburger. “Watch what?”
The TV had a paused game of Guitar Hero (which Seungho sucked on for someone who played the guitar so well), and the room was silent except for the sounds of chewing and plastic and paper being squeezed. It had been months since The Talk that wasn’t so much of a real talk, and Cheolyong was now certain that Seungho was pretty cool with his job. He didn’t flinch when the other said he couldn’t go out that night because he had a shooting to do or anything similar. Seungho was indeed pretty cool, he’d been thinking for a while.
“Me,” and Cheolyong waggled his brows at that, making Seungho almost choke on the bread. He took a few gulps of soda so he could breathe again, eyes watery. Cheolyong was chuckling.
“Excuse me?” Seungho asked, wiping his mouth.
“You know, have you ever watched my videos? Or one, or two?” he still had a smirk going on on his face, making Seungho wary.
“What is it to you?” he said, conscious of how much it sounded like a confirmation.
Cheolyong’s smirk widened. “It’s a lot to me, considering it’s me.”
“I may have seen one,” Seungho admitted since it was indeed Cheolyong’s business, snickering along.
“Oh,” Cheolyong giggled, nibbling his lower lip. “And?”
There was a pause in which Seungho glanced at him from his hamburger, a hint of a frown on his face. “And what?” he deadpanned.
“’And I hated it’ or ‘and it was ok’ or ‘and I loved it’ or ‘and I think you’re the best fuck ever’?”
Seungho was laughing again.
Cheolyong insisted. “It has to be the last option because it’s really the only option. Come on.”
“Yeah, you really do look like the best fuck ever with mayonnaise on your chin,” Seungho chortled.
Cheolyong wiggled his brows again as he wiped the condiment off with a napkin. “Pretty suggestive, huh?”
“You are impossible,” Seungho said in an attempted serious tone but ended up giggling again.
But Cheolyong kept insisting and both he and Seungho knew he wouldn’t leave it alone until he got an answer.
“Ok, you’re not half bad, if I must say it,” he gave in after minutes upon minutes of endless whining. Cheolyong blinked.
“What? Not half- please, I’m the best, have you ever even seen me deep throat?” he was suddenly very serious about it and got frustrated when Seungho laughed at his tone. “There’s no way anyone can do it better than me, and I take the big ones, too, ok.”
“Eh,” Seungho shrugged mockingly, deeply amused by how offended Cheolyong looked, narrowing his eyes at him.
“And do you think it’s easy to keep a sexy face without wincing when they ram their stuff into you? It’s fucking not, I tell you,” he waved a finger in front of Seungho’s face angrily, but the man was too busy laughing his lungs out to even be bothered by that.
“No, I see, you really must have it hard in your job,” Seungho said between chuckles and had to look away because Cheolyong’s face, he couldn’t even breathe.
Cheolyong was washing his hands and mouth on the kitchen sink before throwing the trash on the counter away. He set his angry eyes on Seungho, who had just left the bathroom to also clean the grease away.
“Oh, get over it. Let’s solve it in a face-off, yes?” he nodded at the TV. Seungho didn’t even stand a chance on their best of three, considering that he still sucked at that game and Cheolyong was a ruthless bastard when angered. On the third row, he didn’t get one single note wrong, something that seemed mythical to Seungho on the hard level. Cheolyong asked if he wanted another round, but Seungho put his guitar on the floor in a sign defeat and solemnly refused.
He watched Cheolyong playing solo for a while until the latter suddenly paused the game.
“’Not half bad?’ Really?”
Seungho rolled his eyes. “What do you want me to say, that you were spectacular?” Not that wasn’t true, but he didn’t intend on letting Cheolyong hear that from him.
“Yes,” the other man waved his hands as if it was obvious. “Because I am.” Seungho looked away, chuckling. “Stop looking so unimpressed, lots of guys - my fans - would kill to get a chance to be on your seat right now. Only there would be a lot of things we would be doing, and gaming is not one of them.”
“Sounds fun,” Seungho smirked mockingly, which Cheolyong answered with a “you have no idea.” A pause. “But you could.”
His voice was different. Seungho had noticed that before, Cheolyong sounded different from Mir. Cheolyong had a sort of high-pitched, yet kind of deep voice and tended to speak loudly. Mir didn’t talk a lot, but when he did, it was smooth and quiet, an octave lower. Now, Cheolyong sounded a lot like Mir.
“What?” Seungho asked for what could be the tenth time that night.
“I was all in for creating a mood when asking you what you thought of the videos and you ruined it by not saying I was amazing, which I am,” Cheolyong furrowed his brows. “Can you not ruin it for the second time?”
Seungho was not even blinking.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” Cheolyong declared hesitatingly, a little worried about Seungho’s catatonic state, but leaned in nevertheless. He leaned in and pressed their lips together softly, momentarily licking at Seungho’s lower one because he had been dying to do that for ages before pulling back to look at Seungho’s face and find that it was still unmoving. “You’re freaking me out.”
“You were trying to get me into bed?” Seungho said because that was still not clear in his head. That was fucking Mir, the porn star, who had very weak seducing skills for such a title, but still, that was Cheolyong-
“Unless you don’t want to,” the man said with a concerned frown.
Seungho answered by kissing him again and yeah, maybe he did want to. He had no idea why they were suddenly in Cheolyong’s bedroom and why their clothes were nowhere to be found and Cheolyong was naked on top of him.
“If you still don’t think I’m the best after this,” Cheolyong muttered against his skin as he kissed down Seungho’s chest, looking up at him, and he Seungho knew he was putting on that sexy act he always did in his videos, “you are officially asexual.”
Seungho was licking his lips and humming and moaning, Cheolyong had so much in it wasn’t even believable, and his tongue. Seungho was growing fonder and fonder of that tongue. He fisted the brown hair just like he always wanted to when watching him, he pulled and tugged and made him groan. It sounded different, but the same, and Seungho wasn’t thinking straight so he might as well stop trying.
After a while, Cheolyong moved to get lube from the drawer there was on his bed, below the mattress. He turned back to Seungho with a grin.
“Let’s see if you can do it without wincing,” he said with a low chortle that confused Seungho for a while. It all became very clear when a finger was pushed inside him and oh. That was not how he’d pictured this happening, and he’d pictured this happening in a quite wide range of scenarios, but fuck if he cared. That was fucking Cheolyong.
Turned out, Seungho would admit minutes later, heaving chest and body covered in perspiration and something else, it really was hard to keep a sexy face without wincing as Cheolyong rammed his stuff (twice) into him. And Seungho would also admit, not too loudly though, that Cheolyong was the best fuck ever. But not without trying something first.
“Hey, do you have any fruit in here?” he asked casually after it had been enough time.
“I guess I still have some raspberries in the fridge,” Cheolyong said with a thoughtful frown. “Why?”
Seungho had already hopped off the bed, on his way to the kitchen with a grin on his face. Now he’d get to see if Cheolyong could not wince in real life as well. And maybe check if he could pull off that thing with his legs as easily as he made it seem.
(“Score,” Byunghee said with a smirk a week later, when he’d dropped by one afternoon for the occasional beer and chat Friday. Seungho had opened the door with tousled hair and Cheolyong was heading to the kitchen, holding a white sheet around his body, to get some water. “Premium score.”
“Can you not?” Seungho scowled.
Byunghee ignored him. “Better live?”
Seungho hesitated, but gave a small smile. “You can’t even imagine.”
In the kitchen, Cheolyong grinned to himself.)