#23 i only wanted fun {1/2}
Title: i only wanted fun
Prompt: #23
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~16770 words
Side pairings: Baekhyun/Chanyeol, Suho/Chen
Summary:Sehun can’t stay. Staying is a sign of commitment. Staying is a sign of something more than just being fuck buddies.
Notes: First of all, this is unbeta'd. Second of all, I'm so sorry. I don't think I did the prompt any justice, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! ^^
Luhan ends things with Sehun approximately a month before their seven month mark.
There's a beer in his hand, all watery and flat as it taunts him to just down it and keep refilling it as the night drags on. He slots himself between two people tongue wrestling the party away and blanks out, telling Chanyeol to keep the refills coming because he doesn't want to be able to remember anything by the time he's ready to drag himself back to his dorm. Kyungsoo, his roommate, despises when he drinks, but Sehun figures that he'll get plastered enough that he won't be conscious long enough for the bitching to start.
“Who pissed in your beer?” Chanyeol asks, words slurring as he punctuates the query with a hiccup.
“Stupid Luhan,” Sehun grumbles. “Dumped me. Can you believe it? At a party of all places,”
Chanyeol gazes at him stupidly before he reaches over and places a hand on Sehun's shoulder, “You'll find someone that doesn't look like they belong in a fairy cartoon,”
Sehun frowns, “But he was my fairy, for seven whole months.”
Something in his throat feels watery as he stares down into his already half empty cup, and when his tongue starts feeling heavy, he bolts, pushing through all of the staggering people in desperation for the bathroom. There's a couple against the sink when he barges in, and all he sees is the girl's legs wrapped around her boyfriend's waist with her blouse completely open and her lips swollen, eyes widened in surprise at the sudden interruption.
The boyfriend goes to say something and Sehun doesn't even process it before he's on his knees with his face buried in the porcelain bowl. He can hear them both scurrying away over his heaving and ragged breathing. This is all Stupid Luhan's fault, he thinks. Sehun can usually hold his alcohol well - he's only puking because he's sick with heartache -, and heartache and alcohol are never a good mixture.
And now he's letting alcohol go to waste. It wasn't good alcohol to begin with, but it got him in the state of mind he wanted to be in until Stupid Luhan dumped him. He can feel his stomach doing somersaults and his temples are wanting to throb. Groaning, he leans back over the toilet and shuts his eyes for the ride.
Chanyeol ends up helping Sehun back to his dorm that night. He doesn't recall the cab ride there - he thinks he spent a majority of it with his head in Chanyeol's lap while he whined over how shitty his love life is and how everything never goes right -, but it's probably best that he forgets about this night completely. He'd rather not spend tomorrow with constant cringe attacks overlapped with regret and heartache on the side.
He just wants to plop face first into his bed and sleep.
Of course, that proves to be a harder task than it should be. Chanyeol's grip on his waist is firm, yet clumsy, as he tries to guide Sehun along the hall, nearly knocking into a wall because he's just as unstable with his own alcohol intake.
“Oops, sorry Sehun. The walls are moving around on me, getting me all confused and shit,”
Sehun let's his head hang and groans in response, hoping that the 'you're-a-fucking-idiot-just-get-me-to-my-room-already' is evident in his tone. His world tilts with every jerk and turn that Chanyeol has him doing, his stomach starting to churn from the dizzying motions. He groans.
“Can you at least try to fucking walk straight? Unless you want me to puke on your shoes,”
Chanyeol makes a noise of protest and takes careful steps, slower with his grip on Sehun as tight as he can manage in his drunken stupor. The uneasiness in his gut calms, but the spinning certainly does not, and he still blames Luhan for all of this because who the hell thinks it's a good idea to dump someone who has drank their weight in alcohol just moments prior?
“Stupid Luhan,” he pouts, head still swimming, his gut still tight.
“Don't worry Sehun, he'll regret it at some point and come crawling back,” Chanyeol says, fumbling with the door knob to Sehun's dorm.
Sehun doesn't respond, but instead nods his head like he wants to agree, but he really doesn't agree at all.
Kyungsoo is sound asleep considering the hour, and Sehun shushes Chanyeol when he trips over his own two feet and lets out a string of curses. He tries to stifle the giggle sitting in his throat, managing to keep it at a light, breathy chuckle because Sehun knows he will never hear the end of it if Kyungsoo wakes up. Just thinking about the cold stare and the tone of his voice, the way it gets so detached, when he gets agitated is enough to make Sehun shiver on the spot.
Of course, Chanyeol has it worse than Sehun - Kyungsoo really despises Chanyeol's overall existence whereas he only despises some of the mindless things that Sehun does.
When his knees hit the edge of his bed and he falls into his mess of blankets and his pillow, he groans in sheer delight even if his head feels like a tornado is going on inside of it because who knew something could be so comfortable when someone feels so shitty? Sehun doesn't give himself time to question it as he sighs contentedly into the pillow and turns his head, stretching his limbs out in attempt to relieve his body of some built up tension this particular night has brought on. His knees still ache from where he spent half of the night with them pressed against hard tile and his back isn't in much better shape from being hunched over. His heart is in worse condition, but he'll deal with that tomorrow.
Sehun grabs blindly for his covers and flops his body over, bringing his legs up to curl his body together. The sheets, he realizes just as he begins to lull off, smell like Luhan and his stupid cologne and Sehun thinks about the puffs of laughter hidden between the juncture of his neck and shoulder and he wants to cry. He makes a noise, something weak and pathetic, while Kyungsoo snores away softly.
Bringing the cover up over his head, he curls into a tighter ball and lets himself crumple.
The guy tonight has a mouth designed to kill, Sehun thinks as he watches pretty spit-slick lips wrap around the head of his cock. Soft flicks of a skilled tongue and harsh sucks accompanied by Sehun’s pleased moans and soft gasps fill the dingy club bathroom as his head drops back against the stall door. He shudders, pushing his hips forward, fingers tightening in the tuft of brown hair - a sure warning that he's close if the trembling in his thighs wasn't warning enough - and screws his eyes shut when he tips over the edge, spilling into the boy's mouth with low groan.
The boy's face is a pleased one and he opens his mouth to show Sehun that he swallowed, to which Sehun rewards him with a smirk and quick peck on his lips, “Good boy.”
He hastily tucks himself back into his pants while the boy - Sehun can't remember his name to save his life - gets to his feet and smooths out his own messed up clothing and tangled hair. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, assumably incase any remnants of evidence that he'd just blew Sehun still remained, and Sehun licks his lips as he watches.
“Don't worry, I didn't leave a mess behind. Maybe I'll give you a call sometime?” And he slips out of the stall before the boy can give a proper reply.
Sehun doesn't have his number.
Chanyeol and Baekhyun already have another round of beers ordered by the time Sehun gets back to their table - really, he wonders how many rounds he had missed judging by Baekhyun's flushed cheeks and slap-happy giggles. There's another person in the spot that Sehun had vacated just moments before venturing off to find The Perfect Mouth, one of Chanyeol's friends, he guesses. Chanyeol has his arm slung around a pair of perfectly squared shoulders and when Sehun sits, Chanyeol is the first to acknowledge his return.
“What the hell took you so long?” He all but shrieks.
Sehun shrugs and takes a drink of the beer he had left sitting there. It's a little flat, not as cold as it was, but Sehun drinks it anyway. “I met a boy with a mouth built for sin.”
Chanyeol stares, dumbfounded, and the kid next to him lets out a small laugh, “I think it's pretty self explanatory, hyung.”
“I never know what this kid is talking about,” Chanyeol says, scratching the top of his head.
“He got a blowjob,” the ‘kid’ supplies helpfully.
Sehun cracks a smile at the blunt response and the boy smiles back before he brings his beer to his lips, tipping his head back to give Sehun a nice view of his throat and the smooth expanse of bronzed skin. He thinks he's seen him around before, somewhere on campus perhaps. His face is familiar, but Sehun can't pinpoint where he's seen him. There's a name sitting on the tip of his tongue but his brain isn't a help in providing the name he's wanting to spit out.
“I'm sorry,” Sehun begins, propping his elbows on the table. “Have I seen you around before?”
The full lips and the sharp, squared jaw, and his quiet, shy demeanor is somewhat enticing and piques a sudden interest in Sehun - one that makes him perk up a little in his seat -, especially when the boy looks up from his beer and blinks innocently before nodding, “Yeah, we have dance together.”
Then it clicks in Sehun's head; precise movements and droplets of sweat clinging to hair that one time he had snuck to the dance room to brush up on a few choreography moves. Jongin had been the kid already occupying the area, he remembers. Snapping his fingers, he points at Jongin as the realization hits and smiles, “Ah, the dance prodigy!”
Jongin pinks and dismisses the comment with a shake of his head, “No, no. I’m no prodigy,”
“Oh please Jongin, you know you're incredible,” Baekhyun tells him, pushing a cold beer over in place of Jongin's now empty one.
“Yeah Jongin! One of the all time greats,” Chanyeol exclaims, slapping Jongin on the back hard enough to make him almost choke on his beer, his eyes widening as he sputters.
Sehun snorts, “God hyung, don't make him choke,”
Jongin shoots Chanyeol a glare and wipes the corners of his mouth off where the beer had trickled out a little bit, face slightly flushed. He coughs and then shoves Chanyeol by the shoulder, “Asshole.”
The grimace on his face is ridiculously adorable, and Sehun finds himself wanting to smile. Something about him is so innocent, yet when he wraps his lips around the beer bottle, Sehun finds his mind wandering; ends up thinking about thick lips wrapped around something else instead.
Baekhyun is eyeing him when he breaks his attention from Jongin's lips, shifting his gaze from Sehun to Jongin before a grin breaks out on his face.
“Hey Sehun,” he begins, leaning forward when another upbeat, cheesy pop song starts.
Sehun is scared of what is going to come out of his mouth next. He's been at the receiving end of Baekhyun's drunken mouth and it usually ends with embarrassment and regret that he's friends with the older boy.
“Why don't you take Jongin to dance?” There's a glint in his eye that looks almost like a challenge as he quirks his brow and brings his bottle to his lips. “See which of you can out dance the other.”
Jongin turns another shade of pink and weakly shoves Baekhyun by his shoulder with a small noise of protest. Sehun has an urge to reach his arm over and smack Baekhyun upside the head, but Jongin's hued cheeks are too cute and Sehun finds it to be too easy when he stands and motions toward the dance floor, accepting Baekhyun's silent challenge.
“You wanna?”
Glancing up, Jongin's eyes widen just slightly and he shakes his head, “No, no. I'm not very good with large crowds ar-” Chanyeol elbows him in the side and Jongin stops to clear his throat.
“I'd love to,” he narrows his eyes at both Chanyeol and Baekhyun, rising from his seat. “I guess.”
Sehun, with a slight advantage in height, squares his shoulders and stands just a bit straighter to scope out a clear spot. Bodies wave and bump and grind together, most clinging to each other almost provocatively, hands sliding over waists and curved asses - and females aren't particularly Sehun's thing - but the sight itself makes Sehun swallow a little harder as he leads Jongin through.
The song playing is some dubstep remix of one of Korea's top hits this month. Sehun doesn't bother to pay attention long enough to know what song, but it has a heavy beat that's easy to move his hips to, sliding into a comfortable rhythm with all of the confidence (partially fueled by his alcohol intake) in the world as he slides an arm around Jongin's waist and pulls him close with almost no hesitation from the other. He's surprised at the most, a deep red blush licking up his neck and cheeks under the dim lighting, but he lets Sehun press their hips together and falls into his own rhythm. Jongin looks unsure of how close they suddenly are, like he's not certain if this is okay or if there's boundaries that he needs to respect, so Sehun coaxes him on with a firm roll of his own hips.
“You don't have to be shy,” he says, leaning in so that his lips barely brush Jongin's earlobe.
He thinks he hears Jongin sharply inhale, but he can't be sure with the music pounding in his ears.
Jongin leans toward him this time, making sure to keep his distance, “I don't dance very well in clubs, you know? Not my style,”
Sehun licks his lips, and he doesn't intend for it to be suggestive, but he catches the way Jongin watches and how the tips of his ears begin to match the color of his cheeks. He fights back a smirk, “It's simple, just grind with me and you'll blend right in!”
It doesn't take long to get Jongin to loosen up. After he gets over the initial awkwardness of dancing with practically a stranger, and after some insistent hips rolling against hips, Sehun finds that Jongin is quite the opposite of this shy, quiet person, and by the end of the night he ends up being the one guiding Sehun so that their hips are in tune, bodies pressed together so close that Sehun can feel every muscle in Jongin's abdomen with every roll of his hips.
They have their thighs slotted between each other's legs, giving them both something to grind against, and Sehun has his arms curled around Jongin's waist, his hand just at the perfect spot to grab a handful of Jongin's ass. Jongin fucking groans and Sehun can feel all of the blood in his body rushing downward because, holy fuck, he really wants to hear more sounds like that coming from his mouth. He swallows hard to keep himself in check.
“Thought clubs weren’t your style,” says Sehun, eyes flicking from Jongin’s hooded eyes to the sweat forming at the side of his neck.
Jongin shrugs carelessly, “Eh, you learn something new about yourself all the time,”
Sehun doesn’t push for a more in depth explanation.
As the night drags on, the lines between acquaintance and one night stand blur and, before he can grasp the events that lead up to how he ends up with his mouth slotted against Jongin’s, Sehun finds himself colliding back first into a corner of the club with Jongin pressing their lips together, one hand at Sehun’s jaw and the other tangled in the hair on the top of his head. Jongin doesn’t seem too bothered by the fact that they’re literally surrounded by a whole building full, or the fact that somewhere Baekhyun and Chanyeol are probably praising each other for being the instigators of such a sight, and none of it is even a second thought in Sehun’s mind because he just wants more of whatever Jongin keeps doing with his tongue.
He wonders how Jongin had gotten to be such an amazing kisser. He had the innocence of a pre-teen boy who had yet to even discover the joys of masturbating oozing out of him, his big brown eyes and his tendency to blush at every comment not relating to a simple topic such as the weather or whatever boring shit is on the television only adding on to the whole innocent thing he has going for him.
He sucks on Sehun’s lower lip, nips at it, allows his teeth scrape over it until it’s swollen to his satisfaction, before he pulls away long enough to breathe. Sehun is the one to close the distance this time, pressing forward to lick into Jongin’s mouth.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” he breathes when he pulls away.
Jongin swallows before he nods, “Yeah. Uh, my place?”
Sehun laughs. Jongin sounds like he’s never had a chance to ask that before, which he probably hasn’t, but Sehun finds it a little endearing.
“Is your place empty?”
“My roommate never stays home on the weekends. He has a boyfriend to ‘romantically shove his dick into’, as he likes to put it,”
“Great, my roommate is Satan spawned and he’ll kill me if I bring a hook-up back to our room.”
He isn’t lying. Kyungsoo is a giant portion of evil all squeezed into a (albeit adorable) tiny human body and he’d rather not overstep any boundaries out of pure fear of what Kyungsoo is capable of - especially since he watches crime shows and probably knows what to do with a body.
They don’t bother giving Chanyeol and Baekhyun a proper goodbye, except Jongin stops long enough to whisper something into Baekhyun’s ear before wrapping his fingers around Sehun’s wrist to tug him outside so they can get a cab.
Sehun makes a quick discovery that Jongin doesn’t get laid often.
Really, he can’t imagine why because Jongin surpasses all requirements on the attractive scale, and his personality certainly isn’t a turn off either. It’s not that he doesn’t know what he’s doing - he’s doing more than good with his mouth painting the skin over Sehun’s collarbone until a red patch blooms -, but he seems unsure of his actions; keeps asking Sehun if this is okay and if he can touch here or suck there.
“Just relax, okay? Don’t ask, just do. It all feels amazing,” Sehun tells him, hand light on the back of Jongin’s nape while Jongin kisses all down his neck. Jongin tugs at the bottom of Sehun’s shirt until Sehun gets the hint and pulls it over his head. Jongin removes his own shirt, giving Sehun only a brief moment to gawk over the defined lines and lean muscles before he grabs Sehun by the hair and tugs him into an open-mouthed kiss, pushing him back until all he can see is the ceiling above him.
Jongin starts kissing down his chest, breath ghosting over his nipples and teeth nipping all around. Sehun can’t remember the last time he’d had this much attention given to him during sex and he’s enjoying every second of it, moaning out when he feels a tongue flick over his nipple while Jongin works the other between his fingers. The friction of Jongin’s hips against his is both incredible and frustrating. Incredible because it keeps Sehun wanting more, makes him roll his hips up; frustrating because it’s not enough.
Gripping Jongin’s waist, he holds him in place so some of the pressure is relieved, and they both moan at the feeling. Jongin stays there for a moment, groaning while Sehun ruts against him shamelessly, and then goes back to sucking red patches down his body until his lips are below Sehun’s bellybutton.
“Can I blow you?” Jongin mumbles out, lips trailing along the hem of Sehun’s pants, from hip bone to hip bone.
Fuck yes, Sehun thinks, swallowing hard as he lifts his head, “Jongin, really, don’t ask, just do,”
He watches deft fingers work the button on his pants. Jongin is definitely more skilled than he let’s on. The way he works quick, yet with such practiced ease and knows what areas to let his fingertips brush, screams that he’s done this before - the sex thing anyway, Sehun isn’t sure if he’s ever done a one night stand. However, Sehun can worry about that later.
Jongin tugs both Sehun’s pants and underwear down in one swift motion and his dick slaps up to his stomach, hard and with precome bubbling at the slit. Long fingers wrap around the base, warm enough that Sehun arches into the touch, and he props himself up on his elbows to watch plump lips encase the head of his dick. Jongin flicks his tongue over the slit and laps up the precome with no hesitation before he sinks lower, lips stretching around Sehun’s dick as he takes him in as far as he can manage and Sehun can’t help it when his hips jerk up. Jongin’s mouth so warm and his lips look so good all red and spit-slick as they wrap around Sehun. He has half a mind to just grab Jongin by his pretty black hair and hold him in place so he can fuck his mouth hard and fast, but he restrains himself by grabbing at his own hair and flopping back onto the bed with a garbled groan. “Holy fuck.”
If Jongin didn’t have a mouth full of dick, he’d be smirking - Sehun is sure of that.
He watches Jongin with his lip lodged between his teeth, lightly rolling his hips every so often just to hear how Jongin gags around him. He does this thing where he hums and flutters his eyes up to look at Sehun and it’s the hottest thing that Sehun has ever seen while getting head he thinks.
He stands corrected a moment later when Jongin pulls off of his dick, his lips impossibly swollen, and swirls his tongue all around the head before he trails his tongue down to the base and drags it over the seam of Sehun’s balls.
He goes to take Sehun in his mouth again, but Sehun jerks him up by his hair and smashes their mouths together instead. Teeth scrape over lips and moans are swallowed down, Jongin crawling into Sehun’s lap and Sehun grabbing Jongin’s ass to have him closer. He whines when his dick, sensitive to the touch, brushes the rough material of Jongin’s jeans. He hooks his finger through one of the belt loops and looks up.
“These need to go,”
He takes whatever noise Jongin makes as an agreement and unbuttons him, tugs until Jongin sits up enough to ease them down his thighs - which are toned and delicious, Sehun notes -, before he kicks them off along with his underwear.
With his cheeks pink and flushed, Jongin bites at his lower lip and Sehun promptly stares at his dick, feels his own dick twitch at the sight. He grins and crawls over to reaches out, swirling his finger around the head to spread the precome. He pops his finger in his mouth and moans just for extra measure. Jongin’s blush deepens; Sehun laughs.
“I’d blow you if I didn’t want to fuck you so bad,”
Jongin groans and nods, lips brushing against Sehun’s when he says, “Please, I need it so bad,”
“Where’s your lube?”
Jongin slides off the bed and goes over to his dresser, reaching in the top drawer to rummage through it until he pulls out a half used tube of KY.
“The sock drawer eh? So secretive,” Sehun jokes, squirting a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. “Hands and knees.”
Jongin makes a face and settles on all fours, arching his back so his ass sticks out. Sehun nearly chokes on his own spit.
“Sock drawers are great hiding places. Who wants to raid a sock drawer for lube?”
“Right,” Sehun laughs, spreading lube over Jongin’s hole, making sure it’s slicked up good before he slowly pushes a finger in.
Jongin stills, exhales, and his body relaxes around Sehun’s finger. He curls it slightly and pulls it half way out, pushes it back in, and repeats until Jongin pleads for him to add a second finger. Sehun works him open slowly, twisting his fingers and curling them so the pads brush the spot that has Jongin’s arms nearly faltering under his weight.
“Oh,” he breathes, pushing his hips back.
Sehun splays his free hand on one of Jongin’s cheeks to keep him from getting carried away too fast, applying pressure against Jongin’s movements to keep him going slow until he looks back and whines. Sehun grins and gives his ass a good squeeze, “Someone wants it bad.”
“Someone’s a tease,” Jongin says in the same tone.
Sehun continues to finger-fuck him until Jongin begins slumping forward and fisting the sheets, whining that it’s not enough, Sehun please fuck me already. I can take it. It’s amusing until he lowers his body flat against the mattress and begins shamelessly rutting against it while pushing back against Sehun’s fingers, moaning lewdly.
“Shit Jongin,” Sehun swallows. “Where’s your condoms?”
He makes a sound of displeasure when Sehun pulls his fingers out and points to the bottom drawer in his nightstand. Wasting no time, Sehun scrambles over Jongin’s body and reaches down to pull a condom out, tearing the foil with his teeth and rolling it down his cock with no problem. He’s become a pro at sliding condoms on in record time in the past few weeks. He grabs the lube and slicks Jongin up some more before pouring some in his palm and stroking himself a few times, coating his entire dick just for good measure before he places a hand on Jongin’s hip and uses the other to grab the base of his cock.
He rubs the head between Jongin’s cheeks just to watch the other boy press his hips back for more. A desperate whine rips through Jongin’s throat when Sehun pulls his hips back, grinning to himself because Jongin wants it so bad.
“Sehun,” he breathes. “Please..”
He’d love to hear him beg some more, but he’s growing a little desperate himself, his cock heavy and aching for release. Gripping the base, he slowly pushes in, a moan catching in his throat when the heat surrounds him and nearly pushes him over the edge right there.
“Fuck,”
Jongin makes a small whimper and wiggles his ass. Sehun is quick to grip his hips and hold them still.
“Oh my god, move,” the older bites out, lowering himself to his forearms so that he opens up more. The view is definitely the cause of Sehun’s sudden moan because now he can clearly watch his cock disappearing inside of Jongin until his ass is pressed flush against Sehun’s hips, and Jongin’s insistent wiggling doesn’t do him justice because the action has him moaning again just a second later.
“Hold still,” Sehun tells him, groping his ass with both hands and slowly pulling out only to push back in with enough force that Jongin gasps. Sehun buries himself inside and stills again, basking in how fucking good it feels.
Jongin is tight and hot around him, and the needy little whines that he’s making sound so lewd that Sehun has to bite his lip to hold back a groan. He grips tanned hips and fucks Jongin hard and fast right into the mattress until he’s scrambling to grab hold of the sheets in hand and sticking his other between his legs to jerk his cock until incoherent moans are spilling from his lips.
“Is it good? How long has it even been since you last done this?” Sehun asks between ragged breaths. The fact that Jongin is impossibly tight, and the fact that his reactions are over the top obscene, has curiosity brewing in Sehun’s brain.
“Ah, y-yes,” he moans out, then he swallows. “It’s been long enough since I’ve been fucked.”
Sehun nods, leaves it at that, and fucks Jongin until he’s rasping out that he’s close before he comes into his hand, sticky white coating his knuckles. Jongin clenches around Sehun in his post-orgasm haze, and he fills the condom with a bitten off groan.
“You can crash here if you want,” Jongin tells him as he reaches for some tissues to clean his hand.
Sehun ties off the condom and tosses it in Jongin’s small trash bin before he promptly flops face first into a pillow. He’s still naked, but so is Jongin so he shrugs it off and tugs the thin sheet up over himself.
“Thanks, finding a cab back to my place at this hour would be nearly impossible.”
They sleep side by side. Sehun quickly discovers that Jongin has a habit of sleeping close and seeking out the extra warmth that radiates from Sehun’s body, and he spends a majority of the night pushing Jongin back to his own side of the bed, ignoring the soft snores that the other makes.
In the morning, Sehun wakes just as the sun barely starts rising and slips out of Jongin’s apartment unnoticed.
“You fucked him didn’t you?” Chanyeol questions for the nth time, shoving a handful of fries into his mouth and chewing obnoxiously. Sehun scowls.
“Why the sudden interest in if I fucked him or not?”
“You’re both our friends, we just wanna make sure you played nice and took the proper safety precautions,” Sehun shifts his gaze over to Baekhyun, his frown deepening when Baekhyun flashes him a wide smile.
“You sound like my sex-ed teacher in Freshmen year. I’m going to keep this simple and answer yes to all,” he says indignantly.
“So you did fuck him,” Chanyeol states. Sehun wants to kick him off of the bench but settles for a cold glare instead. Chanyeol shrinks back in his seat.
“You know,” Sehun begins after a short pause, “I can’t believe I never noticed Jongin in dance class before,”
“Jongin keeps to himself for the most part. He doesn’t draw attention to himself nor does he speak up much,”
Baekhyun nods, “Mhm, he’s like the school’s ghost student. Easy to miss, but still there lingering around,”
“Great analogy hyung, I’m almost proud of you for that one,” Sehun says drily.
“The admiration is evident in your tone,” Baekhyun deadpans.
Chanyeol cackles, sputtering around the food in his mouth. Baekhyun rolls his eyes and shoves his drink in Chanyeol’s face, reaching his arm back to pat his boyfriend between the shoulders until he stops choking.
“Dumbfuck,”
“If I’m such a dumbfuck then why’d you save me, huh?” He leans over to peck Baekhyun on the cheek and Baekhyun turns a million shades of red.
Sehun pushes his tray away, appetite gone.
“I’d love to sit and watch you two be gross and cheesy, but I’ve got dance to get to so I’ll catch you guys later.” Really he has another 20 minutes to spare, but if he stays and watches those two he’ll end up back in his dorm to nurse a stomachache.
Apart from Baekhyun and Chanyeol being possibly the cheesiest shit Sehun has ever seen, they’re also a major reminder that at one point in life (read: approximately 3 weeks ago), Sehun had exactly what they have and now he doesn’t and it still hurts. His wounds are fairly fresh, and Baekhyun and Chanyeol are like the salt that keeps them open. They’re good to have around, though - not that Sehun would ever admit that to them.
Dance class is an entire walk across campus, which he's thankful for because it gives him a little preparation time to prepare for the whole awkward morning-after encounter with Jongin that he’s been dreading all morning. Most of his one night stands within the past three weeks have been students, but he’s been careful up until last night to make sure that he never had any classes with the people that he had slept with all for the simple fact being that it makes it easier to avoid. It’s going to be hard to avoid Jongin when they have the same class together every day.
Jongin definitely wasn’t a man of many words, so it’s a possibility that Sehun won’t hear from him even if they’re in the same class together. Of course, that doesn’t mean there still won’t be an awkward atmosphere between them because that is one thing that is hardly ever avoidable.
He arrives at class with still 6 minutes to spare. The room is empty apart from a few gym bags that students had been mindless enough to leave and the radio that sits in the far right corner. He slips inside and tosses his bag to the side before he turns to look at himself in the mirror, examining the dark bags under his eyes from his recent lack of sleep and the way his skin isn’t as lively as it once was. He sighs and takes a step back, stretching his arms up over his head, tilting from side to side and front to back to loosen the tension in his shoulders and spine. He shakes each of his legs out and exhales before he brings his right leg back, slowly turning his body 360 degrees as he tries to find the right rhythm without music playing.
Sehun took an interest in dancing during his freshman year of high school. He wasn’t particularly popular nor was he very sociable, always preferring to keep to himself and focus on his studies rather than worry about being liked or becoming part of a clique. He had his few close-knit friends sure, but he didn’t need many to take the edge off of his freshman year loneliness. It wasn’t so much the loneliness that made him feel out of place because solitude never bothered him, but as the school year dragged on he found himself knee deep in stress and anxiety, his desk swamped with essay’s and crumpled history notes and his heart heavy with worry about his grades. Peer pressure surrounded him at a constant - his idiotic friends were always dabbling in something dumb such as cigarettes or rebellious activities - and his refusals to all of it made him seem prudish or snobbish. Everything became a worry and he just needed something to give his mind a break, so it’s no surprise, that as soon as a new dance studio opened up with posters hanging on the window encouraging him to participate that he couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
After entering, he had discovered that he was natural with quickly learning the steps and keeping his body in sync with the beat, and ever since dancing is something he just can’t bring himself to give up.
Though, he’ll admit that this week’s choreography isn’t exactly his strong suit. Contemporary dance he can do; performance dance is another story.
Learning how to pirouette, plié, and pointes sur les was the same difficulty of learning a foreign language to him. It’s not that he can’t do it, it’s just a form of dance that is out of his comfort zone and he doesn’t hold the gracefulness needed for the slow turns and the high jumps required for such dances. Performance dance is about putting on a show for an audience and Sehun, while he may have the hidden ability if he tries hard enough, doesn’t dance for audience’s.
“Five, six, seven, eight,” he counts slowly, watching himself in the mirror as he tries to perfect the spin in what short amount of time he has left to himself.
He inhales, exhales, pushes off and breaks into a spin, and promptly stumbles.
Cursing, he flicks his hair out of his eyes and looks up. He discovers how lost in his thoughts he must have been because he hadn’t caught the lithe figure standing by the door, arms crossed and plump lips pulled into a small smile, before.
“Ballet not your thing?” Jongin takes a step closer, letting his arms fall at his sides before he stops and bends his body in half to stretch out the backs of his legs.
Sehun stays quiet as he eyes Jongin before he shakes his head and looks in the mirror, “Not at all. Is it painfully obvious?”
Jongin presses his lips together and tilts his head, ‘Well, kinda,”
“I’m not cut out for the twist and the turns of performance dance,”
Jongin walks closer with a small laugh and stands beside Sehun, giving him a light, friendly pat on the shoulder.
“First, start with your feet in fifth position,” he instructs, bringing his right leg forward.
Sehun watches as Jongin twists his right foot so that his toes touch his left heel and he scrunches his face up, looking up at Jongin to find that the other clearly finds this completely painless. Just looking at the position makes Sehun’s ankles hurt.
“And then your hands in first position,” he brings his hands up and curves them directly in front of his ribcage, exhaling before he takes in a deep breath and straightens his posture out so that his spine is perfectly aligned. Sehun is sure his mouth his hanging open as if he’s dumbfounded, his eyes blinking lifelessly, but Jongin looks more graceful and comfortable than Sehun could ever think about being even on his laziest days.
“How did you…”
Jongin’s smile holds an equal amount of pride and bashfulness, “I took ballet for a while when I was younger,”
Sehun blinks.
Jongin shyly smiles and looks down, “It’s a bit embarrassing to admit,”
Sehun blinks again and waves his hands dismissively, “No, no. It just makes sense now why everyone calls you a prodigy,”
Jongin shakes his head and pinks a shade more. He clears his throat, looking back up with his lips curved into a smile and his eyes locked on his reflection.
“Bend your knees before you push off using your back leg,”
He bends, which looks equally - if not more - painful as the position he had been standing in, and pushes off of his left leg, throwing his body into a more than graceful spin. He spins once, twice, thrice with Sehun watching with the same dumbfounded expression, watching as Jongin brings his leg up to press the sole of his foot against the side of his knee before he slowly extends it out to stop himself.
Sehun swallows; Jongin grins.
“Wow, that was -”
The squeak of shoes against the floor and the sudden chatter of students talking as they enter cuts Sehun off before he can get the appraisal out of his mouth. He notices how Jongin automatically takes a few steps back as more students pour in the room, cramming it and filling up the space in between them until Jongin ends up on the other end of the mirror and Sehun still standing in the same spot he had been in.
Class drags on with Sehun struggling to keep up, falling over his own two feet and leaving out steps completely while everyone else - namely Jongin - get by with fancy footwork and fluid, gentle movements. Jongin demonstrates the moves and everyone watches him as if they’ve just paid a generous amount of money to watch a big hit performer on stage, his movements languid and smooth like water, his mind and body completely engulfed by the dance, and Sehun can’t help but let his thoughts drift back to just hours prior.
Just hours prior, Sehun had Jongin’s body going rigid and tense, slicking it up in sweat and licking it away with the tip of his tongue. Seeing his body so relaxed and natural, like it was created for this particular type of dance, was intriguing to say the least. It was all calmness and serenity in contrast to Jongin’s high-pitched whines and pleading moans, and Sehun felt oddly prideful that he had been the one to emit those reactions and responses from the quieter male.
Like this, without the effect of alcohol clouding his judgement, Jongin looks like the typical introvert who would rather throw himself into hours of dancing and claim that he was too busy for distractions. He seems like the type of boy that was hard to talk into a one night stand. Sehun definitely thinks he can be proud of himself for being successful in what was probably impossible to loads of other boys and girls.
Not that he would brag about his skills or anything (but he totally would if the opportunity to brag came about).
When class ends, everyone filters out of the room in a rush and Sehun watches them go, dropping his head and sighing once they’re all gone. Except Jongin. Jongin stays behind and Sehun can feel his eyes on him.
“I’m so going to fail at this whole performance dance thing,”
“Why do you say that?”
Sehun blows his hair out of his face, his bangs slightly dampened with sweat, and looks at
Jongin questioningly, “Did you not see me struggling to keep up or do I need to show you again?”
Jongin laughs. “I saw, but I don’t think you’ll fail,”
He goes quiet for a second. He scratches the back of his neck and bites at his bottom lip; the same bottom lip that Sehun had bruised red and wouldn’t mind bruising again.
“I could help you, if you want me to? Like, we could meet here later on tonight and I’ll help you out,”
Sehun hums, weighing out the pros and cons of Jongin’s suggestion. Part of him is reluctant; the part of him that is so used to avoiding his one-night stands, but the other part of him sees this as an opportunity - the part that wants to take Jongin for one more round, just to get it out of his system, just to cleanse his mind of the inappropriate thoughts he’s had throughout class. Just simple reasons.
“Alright. What time do you want to meet?” He thinks he’ll be getting more than just lessons judging by the way Jongin’s lips twitch into a slight grin.
“I usually come here around eight o’clock. Is that okay?”
He’ll have to skip out on his usual ramyun dates with Chanyeol and Baekhyun, but he thinks they’ll manage a night without him.
“Okay, I’ll be here,”
“Great.” Jongin slings his bag over his shoulder and pushes his sweaty bangs back as he slips out the door, and Sehun watches his shoulderblades shift under his thin tank-top.
He has to come up with an excuse to tell Chanyeol and Baekhyun - ‘sorry guys, I’ll be spending the night cramming’ -, and Kyungsoo doesn’t really pry into Sehun’s business; he just simply asks where Sehun is off to and doesn’t push it when Sehun tells him that he’s just going out for a bit. Sometimes Kyungsoo is his favorite.
He arrives just a minute later than Jongin had said. Jongin is already there when he arrives, stretching out his muscles and limbs, bending over to show off the wonderful curve of his spine as he stretches the backs of his legs. Sehun can see the light sheen of sweat on the back of Jongin’s neck under the glow of the dim light when he straightens up. The way his thick lips part as he breathes in and out has Sehun regretting agreeing to this because he’ll spend the whole time sporting a inappropriate boner.
“A minute late, Oh Sehun,” Jongin says when he pushes the door open.
“Someone’s punctual,” Sehun replies lightly. Jongin’s sweats hug the right places, he notices.
Jongin cracks a smile. “Are you prepared to be bent in all kinds of positions?”
Face pressed against the mirror as Sehun fucks him from behind; that’s what Sehun is prepared for. “Are we dancing or fucking?”
It’s meant to come off as sarcastic, but it sounds more serious than Sehun intends for it to. Jongin’s face seems flushed, but he snorts lightly in response.
“Dancing.”
Sex can be a form of dance, Sehun thinks to himself.
The first thing Jongin teaches him is how to stretch properly. He makes Sehun bend and stretch in every possible direction until he’s positive that he’ll be sore tomorrow just from the stretching, but all Sehun can focus on is Jongin’s hands all over him when he guides his limbs into the proper stretching position. The moment that Jongin’s hands accidentally ghost over Sehun’s thigh as he walks around to the front of him is the moment that Sehun praises himself for wearing the baggiest pair of sweatpants that he owns.
“Fifth position,” Jongin tells him, sinking down to perfect level with Sehun’s waist so he can grab Sehun’s ankles. Sehun stares down at him, eyes following the gentle slope of his nose right to where his top lip juts out, and he wants nothing more than to pull his cock out and have Jongin suck him to completion, but he has to keep in mind that he’s here for an actual academic related problem, not just because he wants to get in Jongin’s pants again.
Jongin taps the side of his ankles and repeats, “Fifth position.”
Sehun blinks, “Huh? Oh uh, I don’t think my an-”
Sehun goes to protest, but it dies in his throat and turns into a high-pitched whine of protest instead, as Jongin begins turning Sehun’s ankle all on his own. Sehun can feel the pull of his muscles and tendons and he’s really positive that his ankles are not made to bend in such ways. Jongin grins up at Sehun, white teeth gleaming and his eyes sparkling with amusement at Sehun’s scrunched up face.
“Ow!” Sehun whines, jerking his foot away. Jongin pulls his hands away and leans back, staring up at Sehun with laughter on his lips. God, his lips would look so much better around Sehun’s cock, he thinks.
“Yeah no, I do not bend that way,”
“Well you would if you didn’t pull your foot away,”
“And let you break my ankle?” Sehun’s brows pull together. Jongin laughs.
“I was kidding. But, really, it’s easier than it looks,”
“For you, anyway,”
Jongin stands, his hand finding his hip. “Stop whining and twist those ankles.”
He discovers soon enough that, when he does twist his ankles into fifth position, it isn’t as painful as he had thought it would be, but he looks a bit like a constipated duck, and both him and Jongin laugh until their stomachs cramp. Jongin laughs so hard that there’s tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
“Well, at least there’s some progress,” Jongin is still shaking with laughter.
“I don’t think I’d call this progress, exactly.” Sehun glances down at his legs; all weirdly bent and crooked, and then back up at his awkward posture in the mirror. This definitely is not what progress looks like.
“Yeah,” Jongin breathes between giggles. “This is just pure entertainment.”
Sehun frowns. He’s tempted to give Jongin the finger.
“Maybe we should move on?” It’s more of a suggestion than a question.
Sehun nods, “I think that would be wise,”
It wasn’t a wise decision, Sehun decides; not when Jongin has his hands on Sehun’s waist, fingers pressing into his hips, each touch lingering as his fingers skate around to Sehun’s abdomen. Sehun can feel the uncomfortable pang of arousal in the base of his dick and Jongin seems to be completely clueless.
“Good, now bring your arms into first position.” Hands trail up his sides and over his pecs and then around his shoulders so Jongin can position Sehun’s arms.
“Okay, now just push off with your right leg. Try to spin three times,”
And Sehun does. He spins three times and manages to keep his balance when he brings his right leg up, much to his own surprise, and Jongin lightly claps for him when he comes to a stop. The room spins for a moment and then Jongin’s face is swimming into view, pouty lips pulled into a soft smile.
“Even if you can’t get fifth position correct, I think it’ll be fine like this,”
“You think so?”
Jongin nods, “Definitely. I’d rather have you doing partially decent spins rather than looking like you’re having trouble shitting.”
Sehun frowns again and straightens up, “Not all of us can be flexible and graceful here.”
“At least you’re pretty,” Jongin shrugs. Sehun watches him bend over to pick up his water; keeps watching when he wraps his lips around it and takes three large gulps. All he can picture is Jongin’s lips around his dick and he can feel everything below his waist growing hot.
He shifts uncomfortably and tries to discreetly adjust himself, pressing his fingers against the base of his dick to push it against his thigh more. Heat rises on his neck and he can’t really tell if it’s from dancing, or if it’s from Jongin. Either way, he grabs his bag and offers a forced smile at Jongin, “I’ll get going now. Kyungsoo hates when I come in late, so he’s probably about to flip.”
It’s a lie. Kyungsoo could care less what time Sehun comes in as long as Sehun doesn’t disturb his sleep, but Sehun needs to get to the nearest bathroom or something. He’s so close to the door, fingers almost wrapped around the handle when-
“Hey Sehun?”
Damn it.
Sehun turns. He makes sure to keep his thighs pressed together, which only adds more pressure, but at least it keeps his boner concealed. “Yeah?”
“Uh,” Jongin stutters, a hand on the back of his neck. He bites at his lower lip a little and looks at the floor. “I was wondering if, you know, about last night and all…”
He seems to be overthinking the conversation in his head judging by how he starts shifting his weight from hip to hip. He’s licking his lips almost excessively.
“What about it?” Sehun presses, taking two steps forward.
Jongin takes a deep breath and looks up, “I don’t usually do that type of thing...but, I wouldn’t mind doing it again? Like, the sex thing..was nice and yeah…”
Sehun takes another step closer, smirking.
“What, like fuck buddies?”
Jongin’s cheeks flush, “Well that’s a simpler way of putting it, but yeah basically.”
It takes maybe two seconds for Sehun to close in on Jongin, stepping close enough that their chests brush together, a pleased smirk tugging one corner of his lips. Jongin’s eyes widen in surprise at the sudden proximity and red rises to the surface of his face as he blinks and avoids looking Sehun in the eyes. “Uh..”
“Are you sure having a fuck buddy is something you want to dabble in?” Sehun asks lowly, bringing his hand up to rest beside Jongin’s head against the mirror. He’s not quite sure when they ended up at the mirror, but he doesn’t question it because he knows that in just a few moments, Jongin will look great pressed up against it with Sehun fucking in to him.
Jongin swallows, “I mean, it’s not like I haven’t thought it through because I have, but I just figured there’s nothing wrong with two guys hooking up, right? I mean, we’re both stressed out college students - sex is the only stress relief we can get. If you want to, of course..”
Sehun stares at him, eyes scanning over Jongin’s flushed cheeks and the flustered way he bites at his lip - and how his lips look beyond delicious - before he responds with an abrupt kiss. Jongin tenses against him, making a muffled noise in the back of his throat before his head tips back, lips parting in a soft sigh long enough to allow Sehun to lick hotly into his mouth. Jongin curls his fingers around Sehun’s hips and pulls him closer. A moan slips out of Sehun’s mouth when their waists come in contact, the small amount of fabric of their sweats being the only thing separating them, and he can feel that Jongin is just as hard.
“I’ll take that as a yes?” Jongin says, pulling away enough to look at Sehun for confirmation before Sehun tugs him back into for another kiss.
He presses his entire body against Jongin’s and tugs Jongin’s head back, trailing his lips away from Jongin’s and down his neck to nip at the soft skin just below his ear. Jongin moans, fingers tightening on Sehun’s waist, and Sehun sinks his teeth in harder, pulling away to admire the red blotch that blooms there. It’s not a possessive thing, and people won’t know who did it, but Sehun still would like his work to be appreciated by others as well.
“I’ll have to wear a damn turtle neck to cover that up!” Jongin whines, bottom lip jutting out.
Sehun leans forward to take Jongin’s lip between his teeth, biting down gently and then pulling back to let it slide through. Jongin’s lips swell so easily, all red and begging to be kissed and nipped again and again, and Sehun’s dick twitches against his thigh when he remembers how good they look wrapped around him. Sehun kisses him one more time, kissing from the corner of Jongin’s mouth to his ear, “Blow me.”
Jongin complies with no hesitation; just deft fingers quickly dipping inside of Sehun’s sweats to let his fingers brush over the length. Sehun shivers and arches into Jongin’s hand when he cups Sehun’s cock, fingers fondling his balls as he sinks down to his knees. Blood rushes in Sehun’s ears and the anticipation builds in his stomach as Jongin pulls both his underwear and sweats down in one motion.
The pink head of Sehun’s cock is swollen and wet with precome that Jongin swipes his palm over and spreads down and around. Jongin’s tongue glides over the head once and Sehun’s hips jerk. Jongin encases his lips around the head and hums, and Sehun’s hips jerk again.
“Sensitive,” Jongin says observantly.
Sehun grabs a handful of Jongin’s hair and pushes his hips forward, nudging Jongin’s lips apart with the head of his dick. “Suck.”
Jongin blinks up at Sehun and brings his hands up to rest against Sehun’s sturdy thighs as he begins suckling on the head, flicking his tongue over the slit slowly. Sehun’s mouth falls open in a low groan when Jongin licks over the slit faster, the sound of his tongue lewd as it laps up the precome bubbling at the tip. His head falls back, his eyes screwed shut, mouth agape, and one hand still tangled in Jongin’s hair as he guides him along the length of his dick.
Jongin hums around him and pulls off with an obscene pop, only to drag his tongue along the thick vein on the underside all the way to the base, down to Sehun’s balls, and back up so he can swallow Sehun down once again, bobbing and licking and sucking until Sehun feels hot, tingling pleasure curling in the pit of his stomach.
“Fuck, just like that,” Sehun tells him. Jongin’s lips stretch so prettily around him, Sehun thinks as he pushes his hips forward faster, holding Jongin’s head in place because he’s so close that he refuses to be cut off now.
Jongin is pliant as Sehun fucks into his mouth, only making small whimpers and moans to urge Sehun’s orgasm on. It doesn’t take anything more than Sehun glancing down to watch his cock slide between red, slick lips before his hips stutter to a stop as he comes down Jongin’s throat.
Jongin slumps back against the mirror when Sehun pulls away, panting lightly and rubbing along his jaw to ease the ache. Sehun tucks himself back into his sweats and pushes his hair back and waits until he catches his breath to speak.
“Stand up,”
“Do I have to?” Jongin half whines, half laughs.
“Do you want blue balls?”
He huffs and pushes himself up, still using the mirror as a crutch for his weight as he stands. Sehun wastes no time in getting to his knees and peeling Jongin’s sweats and underwear down.
Jongin’s cock isn’t as lengthy as Sehun’s, but it’s thick and the tip is an angry, flushed red with precome just barely starting to drip from the slit, and Sehun’s mouth nearly waters as he looks up. Jongin is burning with embarrassment, his once bronzed cheeks now the color of a cherry, and his eyes dart around everywhere in attempt to avoid looking at Sehun. Sehun smiles reassuringly and brings his fingers to stroke Jongin at the base. The surprised whimper that leaves his lips is adorable to the extent that Sehun almost blurts out you’re cute. Jongin smacks his hand over his mouth.
Jongin is more sensitive to blowjobs, Sehun learns as the older boy nearly crumbles just from Sehun’s tongue tracing the underside of the head. He clamps his fingers around Sehun’s shoulder for leverage and squeezes harder each time Sehun takes more of him into his mouth, making these small whines and high-pitched groans as his thighs tremble under Sehun’s hands.
Sehun doesn’t particularly like giving head, mostly because every guy he’s ever gone down on always got too arrogant and asked him how much he enjoyed sucking them off when in reality their cockiness was a complete boner killer, but Jongin’s reaction is such a turn on, and Sehun finds that he quite enjoys the weight of Jongin’s cock against his tongue. He likes how Jongin is red all the way up to the tips of his ears and how he starts rolling his hips just slightly after the initial embarrassment subsides, moaning and mewling Sehun’s name in small gasps as he tips closer to the edge.
Sehun damn near loses it when Jongin groans lowly, biting on his bottom lip as he finally chances look down at Sehun’s pink lips stretched around him. “Fuck Sehun, your mouth is - ah, fuck-”
Sehun sinks down as far as he can when Jongin comes, keeping his tongue in constant motion around the head and his arms wrapped around Jongin’s waist to keep him from pulling away. When he’s thoroughly spent, Sehun lets Jongin’s dick slip from his mouth.
Jongin stays in his position, hunched over and still trying to catch his breath, when he looks at Sehun and asks, “Want to grab something to eat?”
One | Two
Prompt: #23
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~16770 words
Side pairings: Baekhyun/Chanyeol, Suho/Chen
Summary:Sehun can’t stay. Staying is a sign of commitment. Staying is a sign of something more than just being fuck buddies.
Notes: First of all, this is unbeta'd. Second of all, I'm so sorry. I don't think I did the prompt any justice, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! ^^
Luhan ends things with Sehun approximately a month before their seven month mark.
There's a beer in his hand, all watery and flat as it taunts him to just down it and keep refilling it as the night drags on. He slots himself between two people tongue wrestling the party away and blanks out, telling Chanyeol to keep the refills coming because he doesn't want to be able to remember anything by the time he's ready to drag himself back to his dorm. Kyungsoo, his roommate, despises when he drinks, but Sehun figures that he'll get plastered enough that he won't be conscious long enough for the bitching to start.
“Who pissed in your beer?” Chanyeol asks, words slurring as he punctuates the query with a hiccup.
“Stupid Luhan,” Sehun grumbles. “Dumped me. Can you believe it? At a party of all places,”
Chanyeol gazes at him stupidly before he reaches over and places a hand on Sehun's shoulder, “You'll find someone that doesn't look like they belong in a fairy cartoon,”
Sehun frowns, “But he was my fairy, for seven whole months.”
Something in his throat feels watery as he stares down into his already half empty cup, and when his tongue starts feeling heavy, he bolts, pushing through all of the staggering people in desperation for the bathroom. There's a couple against the sink when he barges in, and all he sees is the girl's legs wrapped around her boyfriend's waist with her blouse completely open and her lips swollen, eyes widened in surprise at the sudden interruption.
The boyfriend goes to say something and Sehun doesn't even process it before he's on his knees with his face buried in the porcelain bowl. He can hear them both scurrying away over his heaving and ragged breathing. This is all Stupid Luhan's fault, he thinks. Sehun can usually hold his alcohol well - he's only puking because he's sick with heartache -, and heartache and alcohol are never a good mixture.
And now he's letting alcohol go to waste. It wasn't good alcohol to begin with, but it got him in the state of mind he wanted to be in until Stupid Luhan dumped him. He can feel his stomach doing somersaults and his temples are wanting to throb. Groaning, he leans back over the toilet and shuts his eyes for the ride.
Chanyeol ends up helping Sehun back to his dorm that night. He doesn't recall the cab ride there - he thinks he spent a majority of it with his head in Chanyeol's lap while he whined over how shitty his love life is and how everything never goes right -, but it's probably best that he forgets about this night completely. He'd rather not spend tomorrow with constant cringe attacks overlapped with regret and heartache on the side.
He just wants to plop face first into his bed and sleep.
Of course, that proves to be a harder task than it should be. Chanyeol's grip on his waist is firm, yet clumsy, as he tries to guide Sehun along the hall, nearly knocking into a wall because he's just as unstable with his own alcohol intake.
“Oops, sorry Sehun. The walls are moving around on me, getting me all confused and shit,”
Sehun let's his head hang and groans in response, hoping that the 'you're-a-fucking-idiot-just-get-me-to-my-room-already' is evident in his tone. His world tilts with every jerk and turn that Chanyeol has him doing, his stomach starting to churn from the dizzying motions. He groans.
“Can you at least try to fucking walk straight? Unless you want me to puke on your shoes,”
Chanyeol makes a noise of protest and takes careful steps, slower with his grip on Sehun as tight as he can manage in his drunken stupor. The uneasiness in his gut calms, but the spinning certainly does not, and he still blames Luhan for all of this because who the hell thinks it's a good idea to dump someone who has drank their weight in alcohol just moments prior?
“Stupid Luhan,” he pouts, head still swimming, his gut still tight.
“Don't worry Sehun, he'll regret it at some point and come crawling back,” Chanyeol says, fumbling with the door knob to Sehun's dorm.
Sehun doesn't respond, but instead nods his head like he wants to agree, but he really doesn't agree at all.
Kyungsoo is sound asleep considering the hour, and Sehun shushes Chanyeol when he trips over his own two feet and lets out a string of curses. He tries to stifle the giggle sitting in his throat, managing to keep it at a light, breathy chuckle because Sehun knows he will never hear the end of it if Kyungsoo wakes up. Just thinking about the cold stare and the tone of his voice, the way it gets so detached, when he gets agitated is enough to make Sehun shiver on the spot.
Of course, Chanyeol has it worse than Sehun - Kyungsoo really despises Chanyeol's overall existence whereas he only despises some of the mindless things that Sehun does.
When his knees hit the edge of his bed and he falls into his mess of blankets and his pillow, he groans in sheer delight even if his head feels like a tornado is going on inside of it because who knew something could be so comfortable when someone feels so shitty? Sehun doesn't give himself time to question it as he sighs contentedly into the pillow and turns his head, stretching his limbs out in attempt to relieve his body of some built up tension this particular night has brought on. His knees still ache from where he spent half of the night with them pressed against hard tile and his back isn't in much better shape from being hunched over. His heart is in worse condition, but he'll deal with that tomorrow.
Sehun grabs blindly for his covers and flops his body over, bringing his legs up to curl his body together. The sheets, he realizes just as he begins to lull off, smell like Luhan and his stupid cologne and Sehun thinks about the puffs of laughter hidden between the juncture of his neck and shoulder and he wants to cry. He makes a noise, something weak and pathetic, while Kyungsoo snores away softly.
Bringing the cover up over his head, he curls into a tighter ball and lets himself crumple.
The guy tonight has a mouth designed to kill, Sehun thinks as he watches pretty spit-slick lips wrap around the head of his cock. Soft flicks of a skilled tongue and harsh sucks accompanied by Sehun’s pleased moans and soft gasps fill the dingy club bathroom as his head drops back against the stall door. He shudders, pushing his hips forward, fingers tightening in the tuft of brown hair - a sure warning that he's close if the trembling in his thighs wasn't warning enough - and screws his eyes shut when he tips over the edge, spilling into the boy's mouth with low groan.
The boy's face is a pleased one and he opens his mouth to show Sehun that he swallowed, to which Sehun rewards him with a smirk and quick peck on his lips, “Good boy.”
He hastily tucks himself back into his pants while the boy - Sehun can't remember his name to save his life - gets to his feet and smooths out his own messed up clothing and tangled hair. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, assumably incase any remnants of evidence that he'd just blew Sehun still remained, and Sehun licks his lips as he watches.
“Don't worry, I didn't leave a mess behind. Maybe I'll give you a call sometime?” And he slips out of the stall before the boy can give a proper reply.
Sehun doesn't have his number.
Chanyeol and Baekhyun already have another round of beers ordered by the time Sehun gets back to their table - really, he wonders how many rounds he had missed judging by Baekhyun's flushed cheeks and slap-happy giggles. There's another person in the spot that Sehun had vacated just moments before venturing off to find The Perfect Mouth, one of Chanyeol's friends, he guesses. Chanyeol has his arm slung around a pair of perfectly squared shoulders and when Sehun sits, Chanyeol is the first to acknowledge his return.
“What the hell took you so long?” He all but shrieks.
Sehun shrugs and takes a drink of the beer he had left sitting there. It's a little flat, not as cold as it was, but Sehun drinks it anyway. “I met a boy with a mouth built for sin.”
Chanyeol stares, dumbfounded, and the kid next to him lets out a small laugh, “I think it's pretty self explanatory, hyung.”
“I never know what this kid is talking about,” Chanyeol says, scratching the top of his head.
“He got a blowjob,” the ‘kid’ supplies helpfully.
Sehun cracks a smile at the blunt response and the boy smiles back before he brings his beer to his lips, tipping his head back to give Sehun a nice view of his throat and the smooth expanse of bronzed skin. He thinks he's seen him around before, somewhere on campus perhaps. His face is familiar, but Sehun can't pinpoint where he's seen him. There's a name sitting on the tip of his tongue but his brain isn't a help in providing the name he's wanting to spit out.
“I'm sorry,” Sehun begins, propping his elbows on the table. “Have I seen you around before?”
The full lips and the sharp, squared jaw, and his quiet, shy demeanor is somewhat enticing and piques a sudden interest in Sehun - one that makes him perk up a little in his seat -, especially when the boy looks up from his beer and blinks innocently before nodding, “Yeah, we have dance together.”
Then it clicks in Sehun's head; precise movements and droplets of sweat clinging to hair that one time he had snuck to the dance room to brush up on a few choreography moves. Jongin had been the kid already occupying the area, he remembers. Snapping his fingers, he points at Jongin as the realization hits and smiles, “Ah, the dance prodigy!”
Jongin pinks and dismisses the comment with a shake of his head, “No, no. I’m no prodigy,”
“Oh please Jongin, you know you're incredible,” Baekhyun tells him, pushing a cold beer over in place of Jongin's now empty one.
“Yeah Jongin! One of the all time greats,” Chanyeol exclaims, slapping Jongin on the back hard enough to make him almost choke on his beer, his eyes widening as he sputters.
Sehun snorts, “God hyung, don't make him choke,”
Jongin shoots Chanyeol a glare and wipes the corners of his mouth off where the beer had trickled out a little bit, face slightly flushed. He coughs and then shoves Chanyeol by the shoulder, “Asshole.”
The grimace on his face is ridiculously adorable, and Sehun finds himself wanting to smile. Something about him is so innocent, yet when he wraps his lips around the beer bottle, Sehun finds his mind wandering; ends up thinking about thick lips wrapped around something else instead.
Baekhyun is eyeing him when he breaks his attention from Jongin's lips, shifting his gaze from Sehun to Jongin before a grin breaks out on his face.
“Hey Sehun,” he begins, leaning forward when another upbeat, cheesy pop song starts.
Sehun is scared of what is going to come out of his mouth next. He's been at the receiving end of Baekhyun's drunken mouth and it usually ends with embarrassment and regret that he's friends with the older boy.
“Why don't you take Jongin to dance?” There's a glint in his eye that looks almost like a challenge as he quirks his brow and brings his bottle to his lips. “See which of you can out dance the other.”
Jongin turns another shade of pink and weakly shoves Baekhyun by his shoulder with a small noise of protest. Sehun has an urge to reach his arm over and smack Baekhyun upside the head, but Jongin's hued cheeks are too cute and Sehun finds it to be too easy when he stands and motions toward the dance floor, accepting Baekhyun's silent challenge.
“You wanna?”
Glancing up, Jongin's eyes widen just slightly and he shakes his head, “No, no. I'm not very good with large crowds ar-” Chanyeol elbows him in the side and Jongin stops to clear his throat.
“I'd love to,” he narrows his eyes at both Chanyeol and Baekhyun, rising from his seat. “I guess.”
Sehun, with a slight advantage in height, squares his shoulders and stands just a bit straighter to scope out a clear spot. Bodies wave and bump and grind together, most clinging to each other almost provocatively, hands sliding over waists and curved asses - and females aren't particularly Sehun's thing - but the sight itself makes Sehun swallow a little harder as he leads Jongin through.
The song playing is some dubstep remix of one of Korea's top hits this month. Sehun doesn't bother to pay attention long enough to know what song, but it has a heavy beat that's easy to move his hips to, sliding into a comfortable rhythm with all of the confidence (partially fueled by his alcohol intake) in the world as he slides an arm around Jongin's waist and pulls him close with almost no hesitation from the other. He's surprised at the most, a deep red blush licking up his neck and cheeks under the dim lighting, but he lets Sehun press their hips together and falls into his own rhythm. Jongin looks unsure of how close they suddenly are, like he's not certain if this is okay or if there's boundaries that he needs to respect, so Sehun coaxes him on with a firm roll of his own hips.
“You don't have to be shy,” he says, leaning in so that his lips barely brush Jongin's earlobe.
He thinks he hears Jongin sharply inhale, but he can't be sure with the music pounding in his ears.
Jongin leans toward him this time, making sure to keep his distance, “I don't dance very well in clubs, you know? Not my style,”
Sehun licks his lips, and he doesn't intend for it to be suggestive, but he catches the way Jongin watches and how the tips of his ears begin to match the color of his cheeks. He fights back a smirk, “It's simple, just grind with me and you'll blend right in!”
It doesn't take long to get Jongin to loosen up. After he gets over the initial awkwardness of dancing with practically a stranger, and after some insistent hips rolling against hips, Sehun finds that Jongin is quite the opposite of this shy, quiet person, and by the end of the night he ends up being the one guiding Sehun so that their hips are in tune, bodies pressed together so close that Sehun can feel every muscle in Jongin's abdomen with every roll of his hips.
They have their thighs slotted between each other's legs, giving them both something to grind against, and Sehun has his arms curled around Jongin's waist, his hand just at the perfect spot to grab a handful of Jongin's ass. Jongin fucking groans and Sehun can feel all of the blood in his body rushing downward because, holy fuck, he really wants to hear more sounds like that coming from his mouth. He swallows hard to keep himself in check.
“Thought clubs weren’t your style,” says Sehun, eyes flicking from Jongin’s hooded eyes to the sweat forming at the side of his neck.
Jongin shrugs carelessly, “Eh, you learn something new about yourself all the time,”
Sehun doesn’t push for a more in depth explanation.
As the night drags on, the lines between acquaintance and one night stand blur and, before he can grasp the events that lead up to how he ends up with his mouth slotted against Jongin’s, Sehun finds himself colliding back first into a corner of the club with Jongin pressing their lips together, one hand at Sehun’s jaw and the other tangled in the hair on the top of his head. Jongin doesn’t seem too bothered by the fact that they’re literally surrounded by a whole building full, or the fact that somewhere Baekhyun and Chanyeol are probably praising each other for being the instigators of such a sight, and none of it is even a second thought in Sehun’s mind because he just wants more of whatever Jongin keeps doing with his tongue.
He wonders how Jongin had gotten to be such an amazing kisser. He had the innocence of a pre-teen boy who had yet to even discover the joys of masturbating oozing out of him, his big brown eyes and his tendency to blush at every comment not relating to a simple topic such as the weather or whatever boring shit is on the television only adding on to the whole innocent thing he has going for him.
He sucks on Sehun’s lower lip, nips at it, allows his teeth scrape over it until it’s swollen to his satisfaction, before he pulls away long enough to breathe. Sehun is the one to close the distance this time, pressing forward to lick into Jongin’s mouth.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” he breathes when he pulls away.
Jongin swallows before he nods, “Yeah. Uh, my place?”
Sehun laughs. Jongin sounds like he’s never had a chance to ask that before, which he probably hasn’t, but Sehun finds it a little endearing.
“Is your place empty?”
“My roommate never stays home on the weekends. He has a boyfriend to ‘romantically shove his dick into’, as he likes to put it,”
“Great, my roommate is Satan spawned and he’ll kill me if I bring a hook-up back to our room.”
He isn’t lying. Kyungsoo is a giant portion of evil all squeezed into a (albeit adorable) tiny human body and he’d rather not overstep any boundaries out of pure fear of what Kyungsoo is capable of - especially since he watches crime shows and probably knows what to do with a body.
They don’t bother giving Chanyeol and Baekhyun a proper goodbye, except Jongin stops long enough to whisper something into Baekhyun’s ear before wrapping his fingers around Sehun’s wrist to tug him outside so they can get a cab.
Sehun makes a quick discovery that Jongin doesn’t get laid often.
Really, he can’t imagine why because Jongin surpasses all requirements on the attractive scale, and his personality certainly isn’t a turn off either. It’s not that he doesn’t know what he’s doing - he’s doing more than good with his mouth painting the skin over Sehun’s collarbone until a red patch blooms -, but he seems unsure of his actions; keeps asking Sehun if this is okay and if he can touch here or suck there.
“Just relax, okay? Don’t ask, just do. It all feels amazing,” Sehun tells him, hand light on the back of Jongin’s nape while Jongin kisses all down his neck. Jongin tugs at the bottom of Sehun’s shirt until Sehun gets the hint and pulls it over his head. Jongin removes his own shirt, giving Sehun only a brief moment to gawk over the defined lines and lean muscles before he grabs Sehun by the hair and tugs him into an open-mouthed kiss, pushing him back until all he can see is the ceiling above him.
Jongin starts kissing down his chest, breath ghosting over his nipples and teeth nipping all around. Sehun can’t remember the last time he’d had this much attention given to him during sex and he’s enjoying every second of it, moaning out when he feels a tongue flick over his nipple while Jongin works the other between his fingers. The friction of Jongin’s hips against his is both incredible and frustrating. Incredible because it keeps Sehun wanting more, makes him roll his hips up; frustrating because it’s not enough.
Gripping Jongin’s waist, he holds him in place so some of the pressure is relieved, and they both moan at the feeling. Jongin stays there for a moment, groaning while Sehun ruts against him shamelessly, and then goes back to sucking red patches down his body until his lips are below Sehun’s bellybutton.
“Can I blow you?” Jongin mumbles out, lips trailing along the hem of Sehun’s pants, from hip bone to hip bone.
Fuck yes, Sehun thinks, swallowing hard as he lifts his head, “Jongin, really, don’t ask, just do,”
He watches deft fingers work the button on his pants. Jongin is definitely more skilled than he let’s on. The way he works quick, yet with such practiced ease and knows what areas to let his fingertips brush, screams that he’s done this before - the sex thing anyway, Sehun isn’t sure if he’s ever done a one night stand. However, Sehun can worry about that later.
Jongin tugs both Sehun’s pants and underwear down in one swift motion and his dick slaps up to his stomach, hard and with precome bubbling at the slit. Long fingers wrap around the base, warm enough that Sehun arches into the touch, and he props himself up on his elbows to watch plump lips encase the head of his dick. Jongin flicks his tongue over the slit and laps up the precome with no hesitation before he sinks lower, lips stretching around Sehun’s dick as he takes him in as far as he can manage and Sehun can’t help it when his hips jerk up. Jongin’s mouth so warm and his lips look so good all red and spit-slick as they wrap around Sehun. He has half a mind to just grab Jongin by his pretty black hair and hold him in place so he can fuck his mouth hard and fast, but he restrains himself by grabbing at his own hair and flopping back onto the bed with a garbled groan. “Holy fuck.”
If Jongin didn’t have a mouth full of dick, he’d be smirking - Sehun is sure of that.
He watches Jongin with his lip lodged between his teeth, lightly rolling his hips every so often just to hear how Jongin gags around him. He does this thing where he hums and flutters his eyes up to look at Sehun and it’s the hottest thing that Sehun has ever seen while getting head he thinks.
He stands corrected a moment later when Jongin pulls off of his dick, his lips impossibly swollen, and swirls his tongue all around the head before he trails his tongue down to the base and drags it over the seam of Sehun’s balls.
He goes to take Sehun in his mouth again, but Sehun jerks him up by his hair and smashes their mouths together instead. Teeth scrape over lips and moans are swallowed down, Jongin crawling into Sehun’s lap and Sehun grabbing Jongin’s ass to have him closer. He whines when his dick, sensitive to the touch, brushes the rough material of Jongin’s jeans. He hooks his finger through one of the belt loops and looks up.
“These need to go,”
He takes whatever noise Jongin makes as an agreement and unbuttons him, tugs until Jongin sits up enough to ease them down his thighs - which are toned and delicious, Sehun notes -, before he kicks them off along with his underwear.
With his cheeks pink and flushed, Jongin bites at his lower lip and Sehun promptly stares at his dick, feels his own dick twitch at the sight. He grins and crawls over to reaches out, swirling his finger around the head to spread the precome. He pops his finger in his mouth and moans just for extra measure. Jongin’s blush deepens; Sehun laughs.
“I’d blow you if I didn’t want to fuck you so bad,”
Jongin groans and nods, lips brushing against Sehun’s when he says, “Please, I need it so bad,”
“Where’s your lube?”
Jongin slides off the bed and goes over to his dresser, reaching in the top drawer to rummage through it until he pulls out a half used tube of KY.
“The sock drawer eh? So secretive,” Sehun jokes, squirting a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. “Hands and knees.”
Jongin makes a face and settles on all fours, arching his back so his ass sticks out. Sehun nearly chokes on his own spit.
“Sock drawers are great hiding places. Who wants to raid a sock drawer for lube?”
“Right,” Sehun laughs, spreading lube over Jongin’s hole, making sure it’s slicked up good before he slowly pushes a finger in.
Jongin stills, exhales, and his body relaxes around Sehun’s finger. He curls it slightly and pulls it half way out, pushes it back in, and repeats until Jongin pleads for him to add a second finger. Sehun works him open slowly, twisting his fingers and curling them so the pads brush the spot that has Jongin’s arms nearly faltering under his weight.
“Oh,” he breathes, pushing his hips back.
Sehun splays his free hand on one of Jongin’s cheeks to keep him from getting carried away too fast, applying pressure against Jongin’s movements to keep him going slow until he looks back and whines. Sehun grins and gives his ass a good squeeze, “Someone wants it bad.”
“Someone’s a tease,” Jongin says in the same tone.
Sehun continues to finger-fuck him until Jongin begins slumping forward and fisting the sheets, whining that it’s not enough, Sehun please fuck me already. I can take it. It’s amusing until he lowers his body flat against the mattress and begins shamelessly rutting against it while pushing back against Sehun’s fingers, moaning lewdly.
“Shit Jongin,” Sehun swallows. “Where’s your condoms?”
He makes a sound of displeasure when Sehun pulls his fingers out and points to the bottom drawer in his nightstand. Wasting no time, Sehun scrambles over Jongin’s body and reaches down to pull a condom out, tearing the foil with his teeth and rolling it down his cock with no problem. He’s become a pro at sliding condoms on in record time in the past few weeks. He grabs the lube and slicks Jongin up some more before pouring some in his palm and stroking himself a few times, coating his entire dick just for good measure before he places a hand on Jongin’s hip and uses the other to grab the base of his cock.
He rubs the head between Jongin’s cheeks just to watch the other boy press his hips back for more. A desperate whine rips through Jongin’s throat when Sehun pulls his hips back, grinning to himself because Jongin wants it so bad.
“Sehun,” he breathes. “Please..”
He’d love to hear him beg some more, but he’s growing a little desperate himself, his cock heavy and aching for release. Gripping the base, he slowly pushes in, a moan catching in his throat when the heat surrounds him and nearly pushes him over the edge right there.
“Fuck,”
Jongin makes a small whimper and wiggles his ass. Sehun is quick to grip his hips and hold them still.
“Oh my god, move,” the older bites out, lowering himself to his forearms so that he opens up more. The view is definitely the cause of Sehun’s sudden moan because now he can clearly watch his cock disappearing inside of Jongin until his ass is pressed flush against Sehun’s hips, and Jongin’s insistent wiggling doesn’t do him justice because the action has him moaning again just a second later.
“Hold still,” Sehun tells him, groping his ass with both hands and slowly pulling out only to push back in with enough force that Jongin gasps. Sehun buries himself inside and stills again, basking in how fucking good it feels.
Jongin is tight and hot around him, and the needy little whines that he’s making sound so lewd that Sehun has to bite his lip to hold back a groan. He grips tanned hips and fucks Jongin hard and fast right into the mattress until he’s scrambling to grab hold of the sheets in hand and sticking his other between his legs to jerk his cock until incoherent moans are spilling from his lips.
“Is it good? How long has it even been since you last done this?” Sehun asks between ragged breaths. The fact that Jongin is impossibly tight, and the fact that his reactions are over the top obscene, has curiosity brewing in Sehun’s brain.
“Ah, y-yes,” he moans out, then he swallows. “It’s been long enough since I’ve been fucked.”
Sehun nods, leaves it at that, and fucks Jongin until he’s rasping out that he’s close before he comes into his hand, sticky white coating his knuckles. Jongin clenches around Sehun in his post-orgasm haze, and he fills the condom with a bitten off groan.
“You can crash here if you want,” Jongin tells him as he reaches for some tissues to clean his hand.
Sehun ties off the condom and tosses it in Jongin’s small trash bin before he promptly flops face first into a pillow. He’s still naked, but so is Jongin so he shrugs it off and tugs the thin sheet up over himself.
“Thanks, finding a cab back to my place at this hour would be nearly impossible.”
They sleep side by side. Sehun quickly discovers that Jongin has a habit of sleeping close and seeking out the extra warmth that radiates from Sehun’s body, and he spends a majority of the night pushing Jongin back to his own side of the bed, ignoring the soft snores that the other makes.
In the morning, Sehun wakes just as the sun barely starts rising and slips out of Jongin’s apartment unnoticed.
“You fucked him didn’t you?” Chanyeol questions for the nth time, shoving a handful of fries into his mouth and chewing obnoxiously. Sehun scowls.
“Why the sudden interest in if I fucked him or not?”
“You’re both our friends, we just wanna make sure you played nice and took the proper safety precautions,” Sehun shifts his gaze over to Baekhyun, his frown deepening when Baekhyun flashes him a wide smile.
“You sound like my sex-ed teacher in Freshmen year. I’m going to keep this simple and answer yes to all,” he says indignantly.
“So you did fuck him,” Chanyeol states. Sehun wants to kick him off of the bench but settles for a cold glare instead. Chanyeol shrinks back in his seat.
“You know,” Sehun begins after a short pause, “I can’t believe I never noticed Jongin in dance class before,”
“Jongin keeps to himself for the most part. He doesn’t draw attention to himself nor does he speak up much,”
Baekhyun nods, “Mhm, he’s like the school’s ghost student. Easy to miss, but still there lingering around,”
“Great analogy hyung, I’m almost proud of you for that one,” Sehun says drily.
“The admiration is evident in your tone,” Baekhyun deadpans.
Chanyeol cackles, sputtering around the food in his mouth. Baekhyun rolls his eyes and shoves his drink in Chanyeol’s face, reaching his arm back to pat his boyfriend between the shoulders until he stops choking.
“Dumbfuck,”
“If I’m such a dumbfuck then why’d you save me, huh?” He leans over to peck Baekhyun on the cheek and Baekhyun turns a million shades of red.
Sehun pushes his tray away, appetite gone.
“I’d love to sit and watch you two be gross and cheesy, but I’ve got dance to get to so I’ll catch you guys later.” Really he has another 20 minutes to spare, but if he stays and watches those two he’ll end up back in his dorm to nurse a stomachache.
Apart from Baekhyun and Chanyeol being possibly the cheesiest shit Sehun has ever seen, they’re also a major reminder that at one point in life (read: approximately 3 weeks ago), Sehun had exactly what they have and now he doesn’t and it still hurts. His wounds are fairly fresh, and Baekhyun and Chanyeol are like the salt that keeps them open. They’re good to have around, though - not that Sehun would ever admit that to them.
Dance class is an entire walk across campus, which he's thankful for because it gives him a little preparation time to prepare for the whole awkward morning-after encounter with Jongin that he’s been dreading all morning. Most of his one night stands within the past three weeks have been students, but he’s been careful up until last night to make sure that he never had any classes with the people that he had slept with all for the simple fact being that it makes it easier to avoid. It’s going to be hard to avoid Jongin when they have the same class together every day.
Jongin definitely wasn’t a man of many words, so it’s a possibility that Sehun won’t hear from him even if they’re in the same class together. Of course, that doesn’t mean there still won’t be an awkward atmosphere between them because that is one thing that is hardly ever avoidable.
He arrives at class with still 6 minutes to spare. The room is empty apart from a few gym bags that students had been mindless enough to leave and the radio that sits in the far right corner. He slips inside and tosses his bag to the side before he turns to look at himself in the mirror, examining the dark bags under his eyes from his recent lack of sleep and the way his skin isn’t as lively as it once was. He sighs and takes a step back, stretching his arms up over his head, tilting from side to side and front to back to loosen the tension in his shoulders and spine. He shakes each of his legs out and exhales before he brings his right leg back, slowly turning his body 360 degrees as he tries to find the right rhythm without music playing.
Sehun took an interest in dancing during his freshman year of high school. He wasn’t particularly popular nor was he very sociable, always preferring to keep to himself and focus on his studies rather than worry about being liked or becoming part of a clique. He had his few close-knit friends sure, but he didn’t need many to take the edge off of his freshman year loneliness. It wasn’t so much the loneliness that made him feel out of place because solitude never bothered him, but as the school year dragged on he found himself knee deep in stress and anxiety, his desk swamped with essay’s and crumpled history notes and his heart heavy with worry about his grades. Peer pressure surrounded him at a constant - his idiotic friends were always dabbling in something dumb such as cigarettes or rebellious activities - and his refusals to all of it made him seem prudish or snobbish. Everything became a worry and he just needed something to give his mind a break, so it’s no surprise, that as soon as a new dance studio opened up with posters hanging on the window encouraging him to participate that he couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
After entering, he had discovered that he was natural with quickly learning the steps and keeping his body in sync with the beat, and ever since dancing is something he just can’t bring himself to give up.
Though, he’ll admit that this week’s choreography isn’t exactly his strong suit. Contemporary dance he can do; performance dance is another story.
Learning how to pirouette, plié, and pointes sur les was the same difficulty of learning a foreign language to him. It’s not that he can’t do it, it’s just a form of dance that is out of his comfort zone and he doesn’t hold the gracefulness needed for the slow turns and the high jumps required for such dances. Performance dance is about putting on a show for an audience and Sehun, while he may have the hidden ability if he tries hard enough, doesn’t dance for audience’s.
“Five, six, seven, eight,” he counts slowly, watching himself in the mirror as he tries to perfect the spin in what short amount of time he has left to himself.
He inhales, exhales, pushes off and breaks into a spin, and promptly stumbles.
Cursing, he flicks his hair out of his eyes and looks up. He discovers how lost in his thoughts he must have been because he hadn’t caught the lithe figure standing by the door, arms crossed and plump lips pulled into a small smile, before.
“Ballet not your thing?” Jongin takes a step closer, letting his arms fall at his sides before he stops and bends his body in half to stretch out the backs of his legs.
Sehun stays quiet as he eyes Jongin before he shakes his head and looks in the mirror, “Not at all. Is it painfully obvious?”
Jongin presses his lips together and tilts his head, ‘Well, kinda,”
“I’m not cut out for the twist and the turns of performance dance,”
Jongin walks closer with a small laugh and stands beside Sehun, giving him a light, friendly pat on the shoulder.
“First, start with your feet in fifth position,” he instructs, bringing his right leg forward.
Sehun watches as Jongin twists his right foot so that his toes touch his left heel and he scrunches his face up, looking up at Jongin to find that the other clearly finds this completely painless. Just looking at the position makes Sehun’s ankles hurt.
“And then your hands in first position,” he brings his hands up and curves them directly in front of his ribcage, exhaling before he takes in a deep breath and straightens his posture out so that his spine is perfectly aligned. Sehun is sure his mouth his hanging open as if he’s dumbfounded, his eyes blinking lifelessly, but Jongin looks more graceful and comfortable than Sehun could ever think about being even on his laziest days.
“How did you…”
Jongin’s smile holds an equal amount of pride and bashfulness, “I took ballet for a while when I was younger,”
Sehun blinks.
Jongin shyly smiles and looks down, “It’s a bit embarrassing to admit,”
Sehun blinks again and waves his hands dismissively, “No, no. It just makes sense now why everyone calls you a prodigy,”
Jongin shakes his head and pinks a shade more. He clears his throat, looking back up with his lips curved into a smile and his eyes locked on his reflection.
“Bend your knees before you push off using your back leg,”
He bends, which looks equally - if not more - painful as the position he had been standing in, and pushes off of his left leg, throwing his body into a more than graceful spin. He spins once, twice, thrice with Sehun watching with the same dumbfounded expression, watching as Jongin brings his leg up to press the sole of his foot against the side of his knee before he slowly extends it out to stop himself.
Sehun swallows; Jongin grins.
“Wow, that was -”
The squeak of shoes against the floor and the sudden chatter of students talking as they enter cuts Sehun off before he can get the appraisal out of his mouth. He notices how Jongin automatically takes a few steps back as more students pour in the room, cramming it and filling up the space in between them until Jongin ends up on the other end of the mirror and Sehun still standing in the same spot he had been in.
Class drags on with Sehun struggling to keep up, falling over his own two feet and leaving out steps completely while everyone else - namely Jongin - get by with fancy footwork and fluid, gentle movements. Jongin demonstrates the moves and everyone watches him as if they’ve just paid a generous amount of money to watch a big hit performer on stage, his movements languid and smooth like water, his mind and body completely engulfed by the dance, and Sehun can’t help but let his thoughts drift back to just hours prior.
Just hours prior, Sehun had Jongin’s body going rigid and tense, slicking it up in sweat and licking it away with the tip of his tongue. Seeing his body so relaxed and natural, like it was created for this particular type of dance, was intriguing to say the least. It was all calmness and serenity in contrast to Jongin’s high-pitched whines and pleading moans, and Sehun felt oddly prideful that he had been the one to emit those reactions and responses from the quieter male.
Like this, without the effect of alcohol clouding his judgement, Jongin looks like the typical introvert who would rather throw himself into hours of dancing and claim that he was too busy for distractions. He seems like the type of boy that was hard to talk into a one night stand. Sehun definitely thinks he can be proud of himself for being successful in what was probably impossible to loads of other boys and girls.
Not that he would brag about his skills or anything (but he totally would if the opportunity to brag came about).
When class ends, everyone filters out of the room in a rush and Sehun watches them go, dropping his head and sighing once they’re all gone. Except Jongin. Jongin stays behind and Sehun can feel his eyes on him.
“I’m so going to fail at this whole performance dance thing,”
“Why do you say that?”
Sehun blows his hair out of his face, his bangs slightly dampened with sweat, and looks at
Jongin questioningly, “Did you not see me struggling to keep up or do I need to show you again?”
Jongin laughs. “I saw, but I don’t think you’ll fail,”
He goes quiet for a second. He scratches the back of his neck and bites at his bottom lip; the same bottom lip that Sehun had bruised red and wouldn’t mind bruising again.
“I could help you, if you want me to? Like, we could meet here later on tonight and I’ll help you out,”
Sehun hums, weighing out the pros and cons of Jongin’s suggestion. Part of him is reluctant; the part of him that is so used to avoiding his one-night stands, but the other part of him sees this as an opportunity - the part that wants to take Jongin for one more round, just to get it out of his system, just to cleanse his mind of the inappropriate thoughts he’s had throughout class. Just simple reasons.
“Alright. What time do you want to meet?” He thinks he’ll be getting more than just lessons judging by the way Jongin’s lips twitch into a slight grin.
“I usually come here around eight o’clock. Is that okay?”
He’ll have to skip out on his usual ramyun dates with Chanyeol and Baekhyun, but he thinks they’ll manage a night without him.
“Okay, I’ll be here,”
“Great.” Jongin slings his bag over his shoulder and pushes his sweaty bangs back as he slips out the door, and Sehun watches his shoulderblades shift under his thin tank-top.
He has to come up with an excuse to tell Chanyeol and Baekhyun - ‘sorry guys, I’ll be spending the night cramming’ -, and Kyungsoo doesn’t really pry into Sehun’s business; he just simply asks where Sehun is off to and doesn’t push it when Sehun tells him that he’s just going out for a bit. Sometimes Kyungsoo is his favorite.
He arrives just a minute later than Jongin had said. Jongin is already there when he arrives, stretching out his muscles and limbs, bending over to show off the wonderful curve of his spine as he stretches the backs of his legs. Sehun can see the light sheen of sweat on the back of Jongin’s neck under the glow of the dim light when he straightens up. The way his thick lips part as he breathes in and out has Sehun regretting agreeing to this because he’ll spend the whole time sporting a inappropriate boner.
“A minute late, Oh Sehun,” Jongin says when he pushes the door open.
“Someone’s punctual,” Sehun replies lightly. Jongin’s sweats hug the right places, he notices.
Jongin cracks a smile. “Are you prepared to be bent in all kinds of positions?”
Face pressed against the mirror as Sehun fucks him from behind; that’s what Sehun is prepared for. “Are we dancing or fucking?”
It’s meant to come off as sarcastic, but it sounds more serious than Sehun intends for it to. Jongin’s face seems flushed, but he snorts lightly in response.
“Dancing.”
Sex can be a form of dance, Sehun thinks to himself.
The first thing Jongin teaches him is how to stretch properly. He makes Sehun bend and stretch in every possible direction until he’s positive that he’ll be sore tomorrow just from the stretching, but all Sehun can focus on is Jongin’s hands all over him when he guides his limbs into the proper stretching position. The moment that Jongin’s hands accidentally ghost over Sehun’s thigh as he walks around to the front of him is the moment that Sehun praises himself for wearing the baggiest pair of sweatpants that he owns.
“Fifth position,” Jongin tells him, sinking down to perfect level with Sehun’s waist so he can grab Sehun’s ankles. Sehun stares down at him, eyes following the gentle slope of his nose right to where his top lip juts out, and he wants nothing more than to pull his cock out and have Jongin suck him to completion, but he has to keep in mind that he’s here for an actual academic related problem, not just because he wants to get in Jongin’s pants again.
Jongin taps the side of his ankles and repeats, “Fifth position.”
Sehun blinks, “Huh? Oh uh, I don’t think my an-”
Sehun goes to protest, but it dies in his throat and turns into a high-pitched whine of protest instead, as Jongin begins turning Sehun’s ankle all on his own. Sehun can feel the pull of his muscles and tendons and he’s really positive that his ankles are not made to bend in such ways. Jongin grins up at Sehun, white teeth gleaming and his eyes sparkling with amusement at Sehun’s scrunched up face.
“Ow!” Sehun whines, jerking his foot away. Jongin pulls his hands away and leans back, staring up at Sehun with laughter on his lips. God, his lips would look so much better around Sehun’s cock, he thinks.
“Yeah no, I do not bend that way,”
“Well you would if you didn’t pull your foot away,”
“And let you break my ankle?” Sehun’s brows pull together. Jongin laughs.
“I was kidding. But, really, it’s easier than it looks,”
“For you, anyway,”
Jongin stands, his hand finding his hip. “Stop whining and twist those ankles.”
He discovers soon enough that, when he does twist his ankles into fifth position, it isn’t as painful as he had thought it would be, but he looks a bit like a constipated duck, and both him and Jongin laugh until their stomachs cramp. Jongin laughs so hard that there’s tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.
“Well, at least there’s some progress,” Jongin is still shaking with laughter.
“I don’t think I’d call this progress, exactly.” Sehun glances down at his legs; all weirdly bent and crooked, and then back up at his awkward posture in the mirror. This definitely is not what progress looks like.
“Yeah,” Jongin breathes between giggles. “This is just pure entertainment.”
Sehun frowns. He’s tempted to give Jongin the finger.
“Maybe we should move on?” It’s more of a suggestion than a question.
Sehun nods, “I think that would be wise,”
It wasn’t a wise decision, Sehun decides; not when Jongin has his hands on Sehun’s waist, fingers pressing into his hips, each touch lingering as his fingers skate around to Sehun’s abdomen. Sehun can feel the uncomfortable pang of arousal in the base of his dick and Jongin seems to be completely clueless.
“Good, now bring your arms into first position.” Hands trail up his sides and over his pecs and then around his shoulders so Jongin can position Sehun’s arms.
“Okay, now just push off with your right leg. Try to spin three times,”
And Sehun does. He spins three times and manages to keep his balance when he brings his right leg up, much to his own surprise, and Jongin lightly claps for him when he comes to a stop. The room spins for a moment and then Jongin’s face is swimming into view, pouty lips pulled into a soft smile.
“Even if you can’t get fifth position correct, I think it’ll be fine like this,”
“You think so?”
Jongin nods, “Definitely. I’d rather have you doing partially decent spins rather than looking like you’re having trouble shitting.”
Sehun frowns again and straightens up, “Not all of us can be flexible and graceful here.”
“At least you’re pretty,” Jongin shrugs. Sehun watches him bend over to pick up his water; keeps watching when he wraps his lips around it and takes three large gulps. All he can picture is Jongin’s lips around his dick and he can feel everything below his waist growing hot.
He shifts uncomfortably and tries to discreetly adjust himself, pressing his fingers against the base of his dick to push it against his thigh more. Heat rises on his neck and he can’t really tell if it’s from dancing, or if it’s from Jongin. Either way, he grabs his bag and offers a forced smile at Jongin, “I’ll get going now. Kyungsoo hates when I come in late, so he’s probably about to flip.”
It’s a lie. Kyungsoo could care less what time Sehun comes in as long as Sehun doesn’t disturb his sleep, but Sehun needs to get to the nearest bathroom or something. He’s so close to the door, fingers almost wrapped around the handle when-
“Hey Sehun?”
Damn it.
Sehun turns. He makes sure to keep his thighs pressed together, which only adds more pressure, but at least it keeps his boner concealed. “Yeah?”
“Uh,” Jongin stutters, a hand on the back of his neck. He bites at his lower lip a little and looks at the floor. “I was wondering if, you know, about last night and all…”
He seems to be overthinking the conversation in his head judging by how he starts shifting his weight from hip to hip. He’s licking his lips almost excessively.
“What about it?” Sehun presses, taking two steps forward.
Jongin takes a deep breath and looks up, “I don’t usually do that type of thing...but, I wouldn’t mind doing it again? Like, the sex thing..was nice and yeah…”
Sehun takes another step closer, smirking.
“What, like fuck buddies?”
Jongin’s cheeks flush, “Well that’s a simpler way of putting it, but yeah basically.”
It takes maybe two seconds for Sehun to close in on Jongin, stepping close enough that their chests brush together, a pleased smirk tugging one corner of his lips. Jongin’s eyes widen in surprise at the sudden proximity and red rises to the surface of his face as he blinks and avoids looking Sehun in the eyes. “Uh..”
“Are you sure having a fuck buddy is something you want to dabble in?” Sehun asks lowly, bringing his hand up to rest beside Jongin’s head against the mirror. He’s not quite sure when they ended up at the mirror, but he doesn’t question it because he knows that in just a few moments, Jongin will look great pressed up against it with Sehun fucking in to him.
Jongin swallows, “I mean, it’s not like I haven’t thought it through because I have, but I just figured there’s nothing wrong with two guys hooking up, right? I mean, we’re both stressed out college students - sex is the only stress relief we can get. If you want to, of course..”
Sehun stares at him, eyes scanning over Jongin’s flushed cheeks and the flustered way he bites at his lip - and how his lips look beyond delicious - before he responds with an abrupt kiss. Jongin tenses against him, making a muffled noise in the back of his throat before his head tips back, lips parting in a soft sigh long enough to allow Sehun to lick hotly into his mouth. Jongin curls his fingers around Sehun’s hips and pulls him closer. A moan slips out of Sehun’s mouth when their waists come in contact, the small amount of fabric of their sweats being the only thing separating them, and he can feel that Jongin is just as hard.
“I’ll take that as a yes?” Jongin says, pulling away enough to look at Sehun for confirmation before Sehun tugs him back into for another kiss.
He presses his entire body against Jongin’s and tugs Jongin’s head back, trailing his lips away from Jongin’s and down his neck to nip at the soft skin just below his ear. Jongin moans, fingers tightening on Sehun’s waist, and Sehun sinks his teeth in harder, pulling away to admire the red blotch that blooms there. It’s not a possessive thing, and people won’t know who did it, but Sehun still would like his work to be appreciated by others as well.
“I’ll have to wear a damn turtle neck to cover that up!” Jongin whines, bottom lip jutting out.
Sehun leans forward to take Jongin’s lip between his teeth, biting down gently and then pulling back to let it slide through. Jongin’s lips swell so easily, all red and begging to be kissed and nipped again and again, and Sehun’s dick twitches against his thigh when he remembers how good they look wrapped around him. Sehun kisses him one more time, kissing from the corner of Jongin’s mouth to his ear, “Blow me.”
Jongin complies with no hesitation; just deft fingers quickly dipping inside of Sehun’s sweats to let his fingers brush over the length. Sehun shivers and arches into Jongin’s hand when he cups Sehun’s cock, fingers fondling his balls as he sinks down to his knees. Blood rushes in Sehun’s ears and the anticipation builds in his stomach as Jongin pulls both his underwear and sweats down in one motion.
The pink head of Sehun’s cock is swollen and wet with precome that Jongin swipes his palm over and spreads down and around. Jongin’s tongue glides over the head once and Sehun’s hips jerk. Jongin encases his lips around the head and hums, and Sehun’s hips jerk again.
“Sensitive,” Jongin says observantly.
Sehun grabs a handful of Jongin’s hair and pushes his hips forward, nudging Jongin’s lips apart with the head of his dick. “Suck.”
Jongin blinks up at Sehun and brings his hands up to rest against Sehun’s sturdy thighs as he begins suckling on the head, flicking his tongue over the slit slowly. Sehun’s mouth falls open in a low groan when Jongin licks over the slit faster, the sound of his tongue lewd as it laps up the precome bubbling at the tip. His head falls back, his eyes screwed shut, mouth agape, and one hand still tangled in Jongin’s hair as he guides him along the length of his dick.
Jongin hums around him and pulls off with an obscene pop, only to drag his tongue along the thick vein on the underside all the way to the base, down to Sehun’s balls, and back up so he can swallow Sehun down once again, bobbing and licking and sucking until Sehun feels hot, tingling pleasure curling in the pit of his stomach.
“Fuck, just like that,” Sehun tells him. Jongin’s lips stretch so prettily around him, Sehun thinks as he pushes his hips forward faster, holding Jongin’s head in place because he’s so close that he refuses to be cut off now.
Jongin is pliant as Sehun fucks into his mouth, only making small whimpers and moans to urge Sehun’s orgasm on. It doesn’t take anything more than Sehun glancing down to watch his cock slide between red, slick lips before his hips stutter to a stop as he comes down Jongin’s throat.
Jongin slumps back against the mirror when Sehun pulls away, panting lightly and rubbing along his jaw to ease the ache. Sehun tucks himself back into his sweats and pushes his hair back and waits until he catches his breath to speak.
“Stand up,”
“Do I have to?” Jongin half whines, half laughs.
“Do you want blue balls?”
He huffs and pushes himself up, still using the mirror as a crutch for his weight as he stands. Sehun wastes no time in getting to his knees and peeling Jongin’s sweats and underwear down.
Jongin’s cock isn’t as lengthy as Sehun’s, but it’s thick and the tip is an angry, flushed red with precome just barely starting to drip from the slit, and Sehun’s mouth nearly waters as he looks up. Jongin is burning with embarrassment, his once bronzed cheeks now the color of a cherry, and his eyes dart around everywhere in attempt to avoid looking at Sehun. Sehun smiles reassuringly and brings his fingers to stroke Jongin at the base. The surprised whimper that leaves his lips is adorable to the extent that Sehun almost blurts out you’re cute. Jongin smacks his hand over his mouth.
Jongin is more sensitive to blowjobs, Sehun learns as the older boy nearly crumbles just from Sehun’s tongue tracing the underside of the head. He clamps his fingers around Sehun’s shoulder for leverage and squeezes harder each time Sehun takes more of him into his mouth, making these small whines and high-pitched groans as his thighs tremble under Sehun’s hands.
Sehun doesn’t particularly like giving head, mostly because every guy he’s ever gone down on always got too arrogant and asked him how much he enjoyed sucking them off when in reality their cockiness was a complete boner killer, but Jongin’s reaction is such a turn on, and Sehun finds that he quite enjoys the weight of Jongin’s cock against his tongue. He likes how Jongin is red all the way up to the tips of his ears and how he starts rolling his hips just slightly after the initial embarrassment subsides, moaning and mewling Sehun’s name in small gasps as he tips closer to the edge.
Sehun damn near loses it when Jongin groans lowly, biting on his bottom lip as he finally chances look down at Sehun’s pink lips stretched around him. “Fuck Sehun, your mouth is - ah, fuck-”
Sehun sinks down as far as he can when Jongin comes, keeping his tongue in constant motion around the head and his arms wrapped around Jongin’s waist to keep him from pulling away. When he’s thoroughly spent, Sehun lets Jongin’s dick slip from his mouth.
Jongin stays in his position, hunched over and still trying to catch his breath, when he looks at Sehun and asks, “Want to grab something to eat?”
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