WORD COUNT: 2,005
SUMMARY: He watched Jongup leave. He was totally unaffected, his usual self continuing his life as if nothing happened.
P.S.: Random idea. Enjoy.
They had their own small group of idiotic friends; they were best friends – Junhong, Himchan, Yongguk, Youngjae, Daehyun and Jongup. They used to hang out every weekend, even if they’d just sit on the couch on lazy Sundays and watch movies, or go out and do completely ridiculous stuff – like racing with the ambulance car.
Or, they’d just stay indoors and look for doing ridiculous stuff.
It was one of those dare games they’d play while having a drinking competition. They always used to have the usual alcoholic beating the crap out of them– Youngjae – and then there was the youngest, Junhong, who was the awkward epitome of a loser. The poor boy used to get sick and nauseous only after a couple of glasses of Jack and then quit.
He was used to getting punishments like running half naked in the street for at least five minutes or entering pastries or coffee shops to ask for condoms. Well, the worst he could once think of was no longer that bad compared to the constant new ideas the others came up with.
“Ok, what do I have to do now?” Junhong scratched the back of his nape reluctantly. Himchan was looking at him with a smirk – he had some of those sick ideas going round in his head and everyone was expecting a really imbecile one to come out of his mouth in that moment.
“Hmm,” Himchan was tapping his chin with his index. “Among us, French kiss the guy whom you’d give a blow job if being asked to do it.” He lay back with a proud expression on his face. The others started cheering and applauding the genius.
Junhong cringed, but he knew there was no way out of it. He sighed.
“Come on, don’t back down, you know you have to do it.” Yongguk saw that slightly listless expression on Junhong’s face.
“I am not, j-just give me a second, ok?” Junhong snapped. He was looking around the room, biting his lip nervously. If he had to rank that in the chart of the most ridiculous challenges he ever got, it would’ve proudly taken the second place after Youngjae’s foot licking punishment. It was just a kiss after all, a French kiss in a quite fucked up context, but it was still just a kiss.
Junhong scanned the persons in the room one more time before making a decision. He stood up and slowly walked towards one of them, with all five pairs of eyes scrutinizing his moves. Junhong eventually stopped in front of Jongup and knelt down in front of him with another silent sigh. Jongup was half on the verge of being surprised and half on the verge of starting to laugh excitedly, but he just contained himself, sketching a small smile as he raised both brows in anticipation. All the rest were uttering loud ‘ooh’s and all in all just hurrying the boy to get down to it.
Junhong took a deep breath then exhaled, Jongup was still in the same position, waiting. Eventually he manned-up and took Jongup from behind his nape to pull him into a kiss. It was a slow, passionate kiss, with closed eyes and a lot of tongue. Junhong was trying his best to be thorough with it and satisfy the viewers while Jongup was just enjoying the moment by taking everything the other one had to give, just tasting him, feeling him, and occasionally smiling into the kiss.
Usually Jongup was the more daring one, the silent, but smooth criminal type while Junhong was the rather shy and reserved one. They were all surprised that Junhong took the dare and actually went for it, but they didn’t complain – it was an interesting sight after all.
When Junhong pulled away his gaze lingered a tad bit as it connected with Jongup’s, for a moment forgetting that he actually confessed that he would blow him if he had to. Jongup was still staring at the boy with a gaze that was a combination between amazement and bewilderedness as a dumb smile arose on his lips.
“Oh, so it’s me…” Jongup pressed his lips together, nodding satisfied.
The others were shouting and applauding and just laughing at how awesome that shit really was. Otherwise, the night passed with them just barking and teasing Junhong with his choice of a blow, but really, after a while when they got seriously wasted, they dropped the subject.
Junhong on the other hand, was still restless, sighing and blinking often, throwing glances over at Jongup, but not really saying anything more to him.
He had no clue what he just did.
It was another of those nights that they’d spend out drinking and coming home wasted. They crowded six people in a taxi and they headed home. That night, Junhong’s parents weren’t home so they decided to just crush at his place to save the money.
Junhong was the first one to go to sleep even though he didn’t drink much that night. He was laying on his bed, watching the ceiling, just thinking about what happened last time an event like that happened. He sighed once again, recalling the kiss with Jongup. They were friends, all of them, though he didn’t know why he chose Jongup over the others.
Well, there must have been something…
But before he could actually think about a reason, there was the sound of an opening door interrupting his flow of already incoherent thoughts. His eyes popped wide open, but he forced them to close back the next second, feigning sleep – he was supposed to sleep, yes?
Junhong was watching from under his lashes, but the lights didn’t go on though, only a shadow neared the bed. His heart started beating slightly faster when the bed dipped on the side, the person sitting onto the edge. He must’ve thought Junhong was fast asleep because he didn’t say a word to him.
The boy’s eyes were closed, not able to see any of the other’s moves, just trying to deduce what he was up to next. And the bed dipped again, this time on both sides of Junhong’s torso, predicting that the body was getting closer to his. He still didn’t get to discern who the person really was, but he could have only guessed when familiar lips pressed against his. In that moment he knew it was Jongup.
There was some sort of feel to the kiss that he wanted Junhong to wake up and join, a hint of insistence, but at the same time tenderness that was there not to startle the sleeping boy.
Junhong was still startled tough. His eyebrows knotted together, but he didn’t have enough willpower to push the other away or interrupt. His lips parted slowly, allowing Jongup further while his own self joined mentally as much as physically. The other could easily feel that Junhong was definitely not asleep and a smile curled up into the kiss.
Seeing that he wasn’t pushed away, moreover, he was rather apparently welcomed; Jongup hovered over Junhong, taking his place between his legs, the boy’s own on both sides of his hips. He wasn’t drunk, he knew what he was doing, and he was surprisingly enjoying it – and since Junhong admitted that he would do what he would do to him, Jongup knew he wasn’t minding it the slightest bit.
Junhong moaned slightly, betraying his stealthy self, as Jongup’s hips barely moved a tad, making their lower halves meet. Jongup was still kissing him and he was still kissing Jongup back – to his surprise. Junhong didn’t quite understand what was going on, whether the other was just messing around with him or there was something else to it too.
He lifted his hands to push Jongup’s by the shoulders, but the other caught his wrists, pinning them above his head against the bed. Junhong gasped. Jongup’s lips travelled from the boy’s chin, lower to his neck and back up to his ear. Junhong released half a moan as soon as he opened his mouth to say something.
“Jongup, please stop…” He was panting, his heart rate increasing significantly. In that moment Jongup stopped the kisses, but didn’t let go of Junhong’s wrists.
“Tell me that you actually hate this and want me to leave the room in this instant.” Jongup continued with hungry kisses down the boy’s neck, his hips bucking forward daringly, pressing hard against Junhong.
Junhong gasped, his eyes shutting and his back just arching from the rush of overwhelming stimuli. Words sure weren’t going to come out. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to stop it at all. He bit his lip, muffling a cry of insufficiency as his hands were still locked into the other one’s grasp.
Jongup pushed the boy’s buttons a little bit more, his hips rolling now slowly while his tongue was dragging lazily along Junhong’s skin. Junhong was by then completely lost, his legs wrapping around Jongup’s waist, forcing him closer, tighter against him.
“Let me touch you, please…” It came out of the boy’s mouth as a desperate plea that tickled Jongup the right way. He let go of Junhong’s hands, only for them to wrap around him the next second.
Junhong kissed his with fervor, the want, the passion, everything melting into that one kiss. Never had he imagined before how much that boy could stir him up. Jongup was lost in the moment as well, just kissing Junhong’s lips without a halt while ever so discreetly grinding against the boy’s body.
The sensations were new to Junhong, but he was already getting addicted to them. He loved Jongup so tight and burning hot against him, like he never had him before. It was overwhelming, but it was what he needed at that moment. He wanted to give in to everything and just threw himself under the waves. He knew there was no return from where they already were, so he let it be.
They were finished with a couple of husky moans pressed into each other’s mouths and a pair of back bones curling in unison. Junhong’s eye lids were heavily opening, just slightly, to help him look at the other, while Jongup gave him one last peck before pulling away.
He stood up from the bed and without any words just a smile, he left the room.
They were alone in the hallway, and Junhong was smiling at him. It was a shy smile, it was filled with hope, serenity, purity; something that gave him that characteristic innocence of the age. He went closer to Jongup to press a chaste kiss onto his cheek, but the other pulled away.
Junhong’s wide eyes were impossible to hide. He felt something similar to rushing along a road that suddenly ended and he was left in free fall. He was confused. His brain was asking for explanations.
“What’s wrong?” Junhong eventually asked, his voice weak, barely audible.
“Wait, you thought that…” Jongup let out a short, amused scoff. “You thought that the thing in your room was… it meant something?”
Junhong was at a loss, he couldn’t speak.
“I am sorry, bro…” Jongup shrugged, somehow in sympathy but indifferently as well. “I just wanted to cheer you up, give you what you must have wanted for so long, but it was nothing more than that.” The smug smile on Jongup’s lips just made Junhong’s stomach feel an uncomfortable burn of embarrassment. He wanted to just disappear and erase whatever happened between them forever out of his memory.
Junhong nodded absently, slowly retreating.
Jongup played him. Reality eventually hit him. It was just a game; round two of the drinking game in fact. Damn, was he dumb. How could he even imagine that something would come out of such a thing? Why did he hope it would?
He watched Jongup leave. He was totally unaffected, his usual self continuing his life as if nothing happened. Junhong was, in fact, nothing for him.