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Jay feels like a fucking pervert. In the end, this is all Jake’s fault, just like most bad things that happen to Jay are.
It’s Jake’s fault when they argue over the messy state of their room, throwing shirts and socks at each other and being loud until someone pops in to tell them to keep it down. It’s Jake’s fault when they get distracted while watching a random video and end up at the end of their excruciatingly long shower order, having to wait for Sunghoon to finish his hour-long bathroom beauty routine. It’s Jake’s fault when Jay starts having risky thoughts, the kind he would never tell anyone about, grinding into his mattress late at night and groaning into his pillow in defeat and desperation.
Being Jake’s roommate is the worst (and the best) thing ever.
From his side of the room, Jake’s leg is hitched up in a way that makes looking into his pretty shorts almost possible. Jay’s eyes are glued to Jake’s beautiful exposed skin, and he hates himself so much for it he wants to change roommates right fucking now.
Jay watches Jake for a while, eyes dancing over his exposed legs and the small sliver of his exposed abdomen where his shirt rode up, thinking about how annoying it is that Jake is just built like that. Since they met, he’s always wondered how Jake is a real, tangible person. Pretty face, pretty body and a pretty voice to match, too. It’s really fucking unfair.
He finds himself staring (totally not checking out) at Jake right until the latter groans and shuffles around, eventually pulling his body into a sitting position on his bed, scratching his head cutely. Did Jay mention he’s cute, too? Just to make things worse.
“Get up, you’re so fucking late,” Jay laughs, pretending to have been busy for the past few minutes organizing a corner of their room. “Jungwon is going to be pissed at you, and I’ll laugh—because I told you to wake up like fifteen minutes ago.”
Jake groans in annoyance, voice perfectly hoarse and raspy from sleep. He slowly gets up from his bed, Jay watching him to make sure he doesn’t trip and fall on his face since he’s still so dazed from sleep. Once Jake is fully up and stretching out his arms, Jay decides it’s a great time to be a son of a bitch and torment him a bit, in regular Jay fashion.
He whistles playfully, eyes fixed on Jake's crotch which currently sports a very visible and obvious hard-on. the sound makes Jake open his eyes, looking down at his crotch and back at Jay, rolling his eyes while pulling his shirt down to cover himself a bit. It was cute. Jake would never admit it, but Jay’s bluntness was enough to fluster him all the time.
“Have a nice dream about Sunghoon?” Jay chuckles, raising his eyebrows in a suggestive manner and leaning against their dresser. Jake looks into his eyes and at his smug smile with a look of disbelief, making an annoyed sound in the process.
This dude is unbelievable.
Jay laughs, shrugging, acting as if the thought of Jake having detailed dreams about Sunghoon doesn’t get him going, too.
He was definitely not, however, expecting what happened next. Not in a million years.
When Jake looks at him right in the eyes and mutters,
“No, actually, today it was you,” like it’s nothing, Jay finds himself swallowing down his laugh with a gulp, clearly taken aback.
What the actual fuck?
Jake turns around and heads towards the bathroom, closing the door to their shared room as he exits without saying a single word. It's so fucking frustrating. He didn’t make a single sound, even. He just leaves Jay there, all alone, in pure silence, and it’s like torture.
Oh fuck, Jay thinks. Just don’t think about it.
Unfortunately, he can’t help himself, and in record time his mind is full of Jake dreaming about him, shaky breaths and muffled moans and all. He starts thinking about how Jake's hips would roll in his sleep involuntarily in dreams where he’s riding Jay late at night, moaning profanities into his neck, or how his hips would snap forward out of instinct in dreams where he’s got Jay pinned down under him while he fucks him nice and deep just like he asked.
Jake is like a dog, in more ways than one, and he would hump his bed and pillows desperately over lewd dreams, drooling all over himself and his bed. Imagining himself as the cause of that makes Jay let out a shuddered breath.
He groans, annoyed, beginning to feel a particular and familiar tightness in his jeans that fills him with rage, because this is seriously the worst time for this to happen. He’s about to meet outside with everyone else and they have shit to do all day. Jay looks down at his pants and readjusts them slightly, pausing to palm himself over them lightly and biting his lip at how good it feels.
This is all Jake’s fault, as always.
It's Jake's fault when Jay reserves the last spot of shower order from himself, earning confused looks and eyebrow raises since he always seemed to be in a rush to shower and go to bed as quickly as possible, especially after schedules. It's Jake's fault when Jay slips out of their shared room as quietly as he can to lock himself up in the bathroom. It's Jake's fault when Jay pulls out his secret jerk-off lotion (as he embarrassingly calls it) from the bathroom cabinet and pumps it into his hands in a hurry. As he makes a tight hole with both of his slicked up hands and fucks up into it, he bites back a groan and blames it all on Jake.
Jake and his red knuckles, Jake and his veiny arms, Jake and his accent, Jake and his soft hair and soft looking lips—fuck. Jay realizes he might come sooner than he thought.
"The things you do to me," Jay sighs quietly, the only sounds accompanying him being his labored breathing and the squelching that comes from fucking his slicked up fists. He lets himself rest his back against the wall behind him, and suddenly he's free to thrust up into the makeshift hole. It feels so good he can't help but let his thoughts wander off, and suddenly it's a friendly race between his brain and his hands to see who can make him unload into the toilet faster. Jay feels as if both are plotting against him, seeing as he can't seem to control the pace of either one.
He sets his pride aside in order to picture Jake in all sorts of compromising positions and hopefully put an end to this. Jake is laying face down with a pillow under his hips so his ass is perked up nicely, at the perfect angle to fuck into. Jake has his hands wrapped around Jay's throat, veins in his arms bulging, biting his lip through grunts as he fucks Jay to satiation. Jake is leaning back in a chair, running a hand through his hair while Jay licks a fat stripe up the side of his cock, stopping at the tip to suck it entirely into his mouth and make Jake gasp.
Jay doesn't even manage to cum into the toilet bowl, instead coming all over both of his fists earlier than expected, uncontrollable spurts of cum that leak down all over his fingers and wrists and make him scrunch up his face in disappointment at the fact that he'll have to clean the floor now, too.
"Fuck," he sighs, defeated and annoyed. He's sweating slightly and panting, and he closes his eyes as he leans his head back against the bathroom wall. "What am I gonna do with you?"
Jay is not sure if he's talking to himself or to Jake, but he figures it's probably both.
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Jay and Jake feel… comfortable around each other, to say the least.
It's always like this between them, on and off stage—Jake calls Jay annoying, and Jay hits him, a bit harder than he should. Jay mocks Jake's accent, and Jake curses him out, both in English and in Korean. Jake thinks it would be funny to prank Jay, and Jay locks him out of their room for hours, snuggling up blissfully through Jake's angry banging on the door.
Even with their constant back and forth of playful fighting and curse words that Sunghoon tells them to quit, they still like each other. A lot. It sounds great to really really like your roommate, but it's a lot more torturous than it would seem. Jake and Jay know this too well.
"You actually thought you stood a chance," Jake laughs extra loud on purpose, crossing his legs on the bed as he gets ready for another matchup. They're playing games on their phones before bed, having some fun before another routine day of practice and schedules begins. "You're fucking dumb for that."
"Oh shut up," Jay moans, and he locks his phone and throws it towards his pillow. "I'm tired of playing your dumb little games anyway."
"Only 'cause you keep losing."
"I won once."
"When?" Jake laughs, and he's mocking Jay, who rolls his eyes. That always pisses Jake off.
"Not important. I could beat you at anything though, you can ask anyone."
Jake scoffs and chuckles, shutting off his phone when he realizes Jay won't play with him anymore.
"You're fucking delusional, Jay."
"Wanna arm wrestle? You always do it with Sunghoon but never with me," Jay complains, cocking an eyebrow at Jake who just giggles at how easy it is to rile Jay up. "You scared?"
"Scared? Of you? Hell no," Jake begins, prideful smirk adorning his handsome face.
"If you wanna measure strength, wrestle me for real," Jake comments, and words are flying out of his mouth before he can properly think them through—the moment he realizes what he said, he freezes. Shit, the worst timed Freudian slip ever.
"Bet."
It feels like a bucket of ice cold water was just dumped over Jake's petrified body and he's not sure if he heard that right over the sound of his heart beating so loudly (what the fuck?) and Jay getting up from his bed to walk over.
"Wanna go at it shirtless, pretty boy?" Jay mocks, pressing his knee into the soft surface of the bed and pushing Jake back with both arms. Jake falls back on the bed and watches Jay tower over him and holy fuck, he hates to admit it, but this is nice to look at.
"Ew, no," Jake lies, gulping as Jay grabs the bottom of his t-shirt and pulls it up slightly, revealing his pretty skin peeking over his sweatpants and then frowns when Jake denies his request. "That's gay."
"Don't get any ideas," Jay mutters, and he's chuckling softly before he pins down both of Jake's arms against the mattress, holding him tight. "You're losing anyway."
Once again, this dude is unbelievable.
Jake growls, and Jay thinks it's both the cutest and the hottest thing ever until Jake wraps one leg around his hips and maneuvers Jay off of him and throws him to the side. Jay is shocked at Jake's strength—he would never admit the thought of sweet looking Jake with his puppy eyes having strong arms and strong hips gets him going, but holy shit—it gets him going real bad.
When Jake straddles Jay, he resists leaning down to suck on Jay's neck and make him squirm. It's tempting, so damn tempting it's hard to ignore, but the thought itself is embarrassing, so he brushes it off as best as he can.
"Look who's trapped now," Jake whispers, hands on either side of Jay's head. He tries not to think about how their crotches are pressed together, but it's really difficult to. "Looking submissive and breedable."
Jake cannot believe he just said that, so he masks his sincerity with a laugh. Jay doesn't laugh with him, instead looking up at Jake through half-lidded eyes. His mind is fucking racing, all his thoughts painfully explicit. He wonders who will break first and get hard, how that will end up for both of them, so he takes a chance.
"Does that mean you want to be the one to breed me?" Jay asks softly, and he knows it's risky as fuck. The way Jake's eyes widen make it worth it, and he experimentally places both hands on Jake's thighs, deliciously bare since he's just wearing shorts.
"What the fuck?" Jake asks, but his actions contradict his words—he's not pulling away from Jay's touch, skin erupting in goosebumps instead when Jay's fingers flutter over the skin on his thighs—it's a touch so intimate, so foreign, Jake doesn't know what to do, but he definitely doesn't want to back away.
"What's wrong? Does this make you shy?"
The tone in Jay's voice makes Jake shiver, and he's taking sharp breaths through his nose because he can't decide if he wants to punch Jay or make out with him—both, maybe? Either way, this is not an ideal scenario with a full dorm.
"This is dangerous," Jake whispers, grabbing Jay's forearms as he feels Jake squeeze both of his thighs. They're still looking right into each others' eyes, both of their faces hot and flushed beyond heterosexual explanation. "What the fuck are we doing?"
"I don't know," Jay sighs, and the way he bites his lower lips makes Jake feel weak. "Playing around?"
Fuck it.
"Yeah, yeah, you're right," Jake mutters, spreading his arms out further to lean down closer to Jay's face, press their bodies closer together—deliciously intimate and hot, but painfully wrong. "Playing around."
"What's up, you want a kiss?" Jay laughs as Jake leans down, and suddenly Jake is lifting a hand off the mattress to twist his fingers into Jay's soft hair, pulling slightly and making Jay groan out in pain, scarily loud.
"Keep it down, holy shit," Jake hisses out, and the grip he has on Jay's hair is strong—it's fucking hot. "Don't say shit like that, I'm not looking for any kisses."
"What are you looking for then?" Jay questions, daring, trying to shake Jake's hand from his hair and failing miserably. He's surprised he's the one taking the most risks, and he commends himself for being able to test the waters with Jake like this, even when his heart is hammering unbearably hard against his chest. The risk of ruining his friendship with Jake forever, the risk of someone walking in on them in such a compromising position—he tries not to think about it while he considers thrusting up against Jake who's straddling him so prettily.
"I just wanted to beat you yet again," Jake lies, and the way he runs his tongue over his bottom lip makes Jay want to suck it into his own mouth. "Did you have to make it all weird?" Jake is out of breath, mind racing as Jay's fingers softly roam over the skin of his thighs still.
"Sorry," Jay does not sound convincing, managing to smirk through his painful arousal as Jake rolls his eyes at him. "Wanna hug it out like bros?"
Jake barely has time to curse at Jay before both of Jay's arms are locking over Jake's neck and pulling him to fall on top of Jay entirely, bodies finally pressed flush against each other. Jake's face is tucked into Jay's neck, and he squeezes his eyes shut as he feels it, at last.
Jay is just as hard as he is. What the actual fuck.
He groans into Jay's neck, and Jay can't help sucking a sharp breath through his teeth when Jake shifts slightly, the graze of Jake's cock through his shorts against his making him see starts and squirm shortly in pleasure.
"Not gonna hug me back?" Jay pants out, arms still wrapped around Jake's neck. Jake mutters something unintelligible, and suddenly he's groaning as his arms are snaking under Jay's neck to wrap around it. The embrace makes both of their faces and bodies unbearably hot, and Jay decides to move his hands to creep up Jake's back under his white shirt.
"Fuck!"
The way Jake's lips are pretty much right next to Jay's ear is driving him insane, and Jay softly chuckles at Jake's reaction to being touched unexpectedly. So needy.
"Let me touch you, who cares at this point," Jay mutters, fingers tracing over the muscles and shapes of Jake's back, and he can tell Jake is tense as fuck.
"I care," Jake hisses out, arms still wrapped around Jay's neck as he bites into his bottom lip painfully hard at the feeling of Jay's rough hands roaming all over his naked back. He says he cares, but he's properly melting into the touch, squirming around on Jay's body, not realizing this just makes it worse for both of them. "Fuck, I think I'm gonna pass out."
"Yeah, you might, you're so fucking hard," Jay teases, and he cages Jake's hips above his own with his thighs, knowing he's just as painfully hard as Jake is.
"You're one to talk," Jake groans, and suddenly he's grinding down on Jay slow and succulent, and it feels so fucking good that Jay can't help but throw his head back as his mouth falls open in a silent cry.
"Mm," Jake moans out into his neck, shivers running up Jay's spine at the sound and the feeling. "I'd say we're even."
"Fuck, just, fuck—" Jay gasps, hips stuttering under Jake's weight. "Do that again."
'What, this?" Jake teases, and he's grinding down against Jay again, harder this time, taking the opportunity to plant a gross wet kiss on the side of Jay's neck, smirking against his skin when Jay gasps in shock at the feeling. "There's your kiss."
"God, you're something," Jay moans, hands moving from under Jake's shirt to instead hold on to Jake's arms that are wrapped around him in an embrace still. He's tugging at his arms and Jake gets the message, pushing himself up to rest his elbows on either side of Jay's face.
"Wanna look at your flushed face," Jay smirks, and Jake raises an eyebrow at him as he grinds down excruciatingly slow once again, both of them trying their best to control their facial expressions when they're staring each other down like this. "You already kissed me, so you're not as shy anymore."
"Didn't kiss you, never happened," Jake teases, staring at Jay's lips and biting his own softly, picturing leaning down further to verify if they're as soft as they look.
As if on cue, Jay lets his jaw fall open and he sticks out his tongue, raising both eyebrows when Jake's eyes widen in shock. Second time so far.
"What are you—put your damn tongue away before I fuck your mouth," Jake grits out, and Jay retracts his tongue as he chuckles,
"Now that's what I'd call pretty gay."
"It was a joke, fuck you," Jake mumbles, and it most definitely wasn't a joke since he's now picturing Jay on his knees as he grabs him by the hair and fucks his face until Jay can't talk back at him and just takes it down his throat. "Don't get excited."
"Don't think about it too much," Jay laughs, and Jake wonders if he can read minds.
He can't fucking take it anymore, placing both of his palms on the bed and pushing himself up, Jay watching him as Jake straightens up his back and firmly presses his palms against Jay's chest to ground himself. He's still straddling Jay, and the way this new position makes their cocks press against each other makes them both take shaky breaths.
"What are you—oh," Jay's words get caught in his throat as Jake presses down on his chest and grinds his hips back and forth on Jay's own once. "Jake, fuck."
Jay's hands scramble to hold on to Jake's hips, trying to get him to take some time before continuing because it's so overwhelming Jay thinks he could faint.
"You like that?" Jake asks, and he's panting hard himself, ignoring the grip Jay has on his hips and grinding down against him again, trying to hold back moans as he grabs two fistfuls of Jay's shirt.
"Fuck, don't wanna admit it but—" Jay begins, eyeing Jake up and down. He's always thought Jake is ridiculously attractive, but while straddling him with his cheeks flushed and lips parted, he looks otherworldly. "Yeah."
"Of course you do," Jake chuckles, and while he braces himself to grind down again, Jay notices his arms are shaking slightly.
"You do too, stop pretending and just ride me."
Jake tries as hard as he can to hold back a moan at Jay's unexpectedly crude comment, trying not to think about how it's definitely as if he were riding Jay, rocking back and forth on his cock while they pant like mutts.
"Can't say shit like that," Jake groans, grinding back and forth on Jay's crotch harder and watching as his eyes roll back at the sensation. "Gross, dude."
"Yeah, so gross you're probably leaking at the thought," Jay grits out, pleasure of Jake grinding down on his cock taking over him. "You'd go crazy on my cock."
Jake gulps hard at that, knowing Jay is right, and he just stares him down as he keeps grinding hard, feeling his back start to sweat lightly under his shirt.
"I'd be the one fucking you, actually."
Jay laughs, actually laughs, slipping his hands up Jake's shorts and grabbing the skin dangerously close to his cock. Jake feels like this is all just a dream.
"You say that, but look at you," he smirks, eyeing Jake up and down as he continues rubbing their bodies together. "Hands placed on my chest for support, cute thighs on either side of my hips, achingly hard with your cheeks all flushed—"
Gosh, Jay is annoying.
"It's like I'm fucking you already."
Jake groans at that, loud enough for Jay to look back at the door of their shared room wearily.
"Keep it down, Jake," Jay warns, laughing quietly as Jake flips him off. "I know you're excited, but I'll have to gag you if you don't."
Something ignites in Jake then, and suddenly he's climbing off of Jay's hips and the fucker looks sad at the loss of physical contact, furrowing his highly expressive eyebrows cutely like he does when he wants something really bad, except this time he's begging for Jake and his body.
Jake grabs Jay's hips and flips him around by force, earning a surprised gasp from Jay that just eggs him on further. He's forgotten about how weird it is for them to be doing this as friends and how embarrassed he is now that Jay is lying in front of him, ass looking so good in those sweatpants that Jake feels lightheaded.
"This is gonna sound weird, but I don't care," Jake sighs, shifting to sit on Jay's ass. "I'm gonna make you my bitch."
Jay knows Jake can't see his face so he bites into his hand to hold back his moan at Jake's words and the way he can perfectly feel his cock on his ass through the relatively light sweatpants he's wearing, and he quickly fakes a laugh to seem unfazed.
"Would love to see you try."
The moment Jake grabs his waist firmly and positions himself better to grind against Jay's ass, he starts quivering. Jay is not wearing anything under his pants, that gross fucker, and the way Jake can probably perfectly slot his cock between Jake's cheeks over these sweatpants is driving him insane.
"Fuck, I can feel everything," Jake pants, and he sounds a bit whiny—Jay smiles as he wonders where the attitude that emitted from the comment about making him his bitch has run off to. "You're not wearing anything under."
"I'm not," Jay mutters, lifting his head slightly to look over his shoulder. "Wanna pull them down and confirm?"
He can't help but let out a laugh as Jake forces his head back down into the mattress, probably fucking annoyed at how he really wants to do that but doesn't want Jay to mention it.
"You're so fucking annoying," Jake sighs, letting his left hand roam up and down Jay's clothed back as his right hand holds his face down against the mattress by his hair. "However, you have a great ass."
He lets go of Jay's head to be able to place both of his hands on his ass as he pulls away slightly to take a better look. He can't control himself, sucking a breath through his teeth as he kneads Jay's cheeks and presses them together, imagining how his ass looks like getting spread open under the sweats and how good his dick would look slotted between Jay's fat cheeks. He knows he'd come in record time, and the thought makes him delirious.
"You want it so bad," Jay teases when he notices how much fun Jake is having while playing with his clothed ass. "Take it then… or are you all bite no bark?"
Jake scoffs, annoyed, and positions himself over Jay's ass, this time grabbing both of Jay's arms and pinning them behind his back. Jay lets out a whine he wasn't able to control at that, letting Jake maneuver him to his liking and enjoying it, too.
"You're really begging for it," Jake snarls, and the way he starts to thrust against Jay's ass makes Jay squeeze his eyes shut, mind spinning at how fucking real this feels. He tries to calm himself down, realizing that coming in his pants while Jake grinds against him will be too embarrassing to explain, not to mention that Jake would never stop reminding him it happened. "Can I come all over your nice sweatpants?"
"You can't," Jay hisses out, but he doesn't mean it, instantly imagining Jake pulling out his cock when he feels like he's close and jerking it to the sight of his ass under the sweats, coming all over the fabric embarrassingly while he bites his fist through moans and whines and oh fuck—he wants it so bad.
Jake is thrusting against his ass at a pace that can only be described as animalistic, and Jay is worried someone will hear them but he can't bring himself to care too much with the way his body is getting hammered into the mattress. It's raw, it's dirty, it's good, so fucking good.
Jake can fuck, he thinks. That's a problem.
"Oh fuck, why does it feel so good," Jake whines, and Jay absolutely adores how fucked out he sounds when he's the one doing the supposed fucking. He would never admit it, but he's always dreamed of this Jake, the Jake who moans and whines like he's getting fucked good and deep while he's the one fucking someone. "Jay, your ass is addictive."
"I'd pull my pants down, but I think you'd faint," Jay manages to croak out between Jake's brutal humping, fisting his hands into the bedsheets while he hears Jake groan. He's unconsciously letting out a string of English curse words, and it's both the cutest and hottest thing ever. Jake thinks he's losing control, and he doesn't even know who he is anymore, the thought of Jay wriggling off his pants to reveal his ass for Jake to use however he wants sends him spiraling.
"Stop playing," Jake groans, and he's fucking breathless. "Fuck, I think I could come soon."
"So soon?" Jay giggles, and before he can give Jake the satisfaction of getting out of this embarrassing situation between them, he manages to lay his hands flat on the bed and push himself up into a kneeling position, forcing Jake off his ass in the process. Jake hates that, and he acts like an actual dog, groaning and grabbing Jay's hips again and trying to pin him down to no avail.
"Jake, it's my turn," Jay says sternly, and Jake's too nervous to look him in the eyes before he's being grabbed and manhandled to get on his hands and knees, his head dropping shamefully when he realizes where this is going. He's so fucking embarrassed—yet he arches his back perfectly, spreading his knees at a perfect angle for Jay to hump his ass from behind. Unexpectedly so ready and willing to take it.
"Good boy."
"Fuck you," Jake spits out, gasping when Jay kneads his ass over his shorts like he was doing earlier. He feels so fucking vulnerable. "I'm not your good boy."
"Wanna be my bitch then?" Jay teases, thumbs slipping into the waistband of Jake's shorts, making Jake shiver. "I'm not as shy as you are, it seems. I'd pull these down and come between your cheeks."
Jake moans at that, thighs shaking as he imagines the mess Jay would make all over his ass so vividly he thinks he could cum untouched. "You're disgusting."
"What's disgusting is how good you look on all fours," Jay comments, imagining himself fucking Jake just like this. Doggy, because it is just so fitting. As he grabs Jake's waist, he pictures Jake crying out how good his cock feels, arms shaking under his weight while his face gets hotter with the sound of every loud slap against his ass. They'd look straight out of porn.
When he thrusts against Jake's ass and basks in how delicious Jake feels, he wonders how they got here. However, at this point, who cares?
"Oh, shit," Jake whines, each of Jay's thrusts propelling him forward, threatening to knock him over to take it face down, ass up. Jay would love that. "You're really into this."
Jay is panting, the breathlessness in Jake's voice motivating him to pound his hips against his ass harder and faster, his mind and body going haywire as the need to cum takes over.
"Having you like this is everything I wanted," he groans out, and Jake thinks that is ridiculously hot but would never let Jay know, not in a million years. He'd die before letting Jay have the satisfaction of knowing the degrading has an effect on him, so he keeps quiet and just lets Jay grind against him as hard and fast as he pleases. "Back arched for me, sweating under your shirt, I bet your hole is throbbing from how real this feels."
Jake gasps, furrowing his brows as he gulps. Jay isn't wrong.
"It's not, what the fuck are you sayi—" his words are cut short by Jay's hand wrapping around to clamp over his mouth, and the way Jake's words and groans become muffled almost pushes Jay over the edge.
"Save it Jake, I know the truth," he pants, slowing down his thrusts to feel Jake mumble more nonsense into the palm of his hand. "Just shut the fuck up for a while."
It's so hot, so unbearably hot that Jake can't help it, hand diving into his loose shorts to wrap around his cock. He yelps against Jay's hand in pure pleasure, the feeling of skin on his skin almost too much to handle. The precum oozing from his tip makes the first slide of his hand down his shaft delicious, and he throws his head back, Jay's hand on his mouth strong and unrelenting.
"That's right," Jay hisses, and he can see how fast Jake's arm is moving, can picture the tight hole in his fist Jake is fucking into right now. "Touch yourself, let's go all the way and come together like good friends."
Good friends. Jake doesn't know what to think anymore. He feels delirious, cursing so much into Jay's hand he can't even keep track, and even though the thought of them coming together while doing this scares him, not doing so scares him more. The ever-present thrill and fear of the possibility of getting caught just adds to the experience, both of their hearts thundering inside their chests at the what if.
"Jake, fuck, I'm—" Jay is whiny as fuck, hips picking up in pace as he feels the knot in his abdomen tighten. Jake keeps whining and groaning into his hand, and Jay can imagine the profanities he wants to say, but he's letting Jay do him over his clothes like this without complaining, and he'll be jerking off to this memory for a long time. "You feel so good, I'm gonna come soon."
It's like Jake is a different person at this point, jerking himself off in his shorts in time with Jay's brutal thrusts, nodding desperately since he is also extremely close to the edge, thighs quivering at how wet and nice his hand feels working over his dick that was begging to be touched for what felt like hours. He moans out a me too against Jay's hand that is dirty with saliva at this point, and when Jake feels Jay's hips stutter slightly as he digs his fingers into Jake's waist much harder than before, he feels like he'll faint.
Jay is trying to keep quiet but it's so difficult, his head thrown back as he tries to swallow down his groans and moans as he rides out his delicious orgasm against Jake's ass. It's so gross that he's coming inside his sweatpants but at the moment he doesn't care—he imagines it's Jake's skin that he's spilling all over, smearing it with his hands to make Jake blush. He feels so good, waves of pleasure washing over his entire body as he keeps messily thrusting against Jake until he's milked thoroughly. He lets out a shaky fuck as he watches Jake keep pumping his cock while drooling into his hand—he does this for a bit longer until he's also falling apart, hunching over in pleasure as he comes inside his pants, just like Jay did.
The way he whines while he's coming is something Jay thinks he doesn't even deserve to witness, and if Jay and Jake wouldn't have already pushed the volume limit too far he would've removed his hand to hear Jake loud and clear. He finally lets his hand fall from Jake's face to hear the last bits of it.
"Fuck, I'm coming so much," Jake mewls out, letting his head hang as he twitches through the last bits of his orgasm. "My pants are so fucked."
"Mine too," Jay groans, and he falls back to sit on his legs to catch his breath. Jake stays on all fours, probably still overwhelmed and jittery, and Jay can hear the way he's panting and swallowing. "We came almost at the exact same time, isn't that romantic?"
"Holy fuck," Jake sighs, finally switching to a sitting position and holding on to the front of his shorts, face scrunching up at the feeling of ruining them with cum. "Even with your pants soaked in cum you're insufferable."
Jay laughs at that, can't help it, eyes following an uncomfortable Jake who waddles over to their closet to grab two towels that were already dry. He throws one to Jay, who grabs it with one hand while the other still clutches on to the front of his dirty sweats.
"We should uh, get these washed right away," Jake mutters as he walks back to stand near Jay, always the one to suggest cleaning between the both of them, and he starts trying to pull down his shorts while Jay is literally right next to him.
"Ew dude, we come together and all of a sudden you think I wanna see you naked?" Jay asks, and he tries to hold back his smile but he can't.
Jake punches his arm, a bit too hard, but he figures he probably deserved it.
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It's been weeks since they did what they did, and they haven't said a word about it since. They've remained as close as they were, but their pride doesn't let them discuss it, so both Jake and Jay get off and think about it, daydream about their encounter, cum all over their fists over and over again at the memory of what they did and how dirty it was, and they both miss it—really bad.
Jake is thrown on his bed, listening to music while he aimlessly scrolls through his phone, and he's hoping Jay notices the way his shirt rode up to reveal his abdomen as he walks into their room, but he doesn't. He's terribly embarrassed at the fact that he now actively tries to entice Jay and get them to touch each other again. However, he didn't let shame stop him then and he sure as hell won't let it stop him now.
As Jay mutters something about Sunghoon wanting to show them a video or whatever and heading out of the room without even shooting a glance over at him, he realizes Jay is probably too fucking scared to attempt anything again.
He knows he'll have to take matters into his own hands, because although their relationship as friends is still as great and normal as ever, the sexual tension is so thick in their room it's asphyxiating.
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After their last encounter, Jay should've known this was coming.
It comes a bit sooner than expected though, in the shape of Jake straddling Jay's lap while he monitored dance practice videos on his phone on a late Friday night. It was so sudden, so unexpected—Jay could barely react before Jake was grunting and pulling Jay into a kiss by grabbing his sleeveless shirt. Jay's eyes remain wide open, shock completely overpowering him as he feels Jake's tongue prod against his lips, and before he knows it he's opening up his mouth for him, the feeling of their tongues sliding against each other making his cock twitch.
It's so strange—going from getting off together last time, whatever that was—to not saying a thing about it, to making out. Jay is confused.
He's not sure what he feels, but his stomach is doing somersaults. He would ever admit it, but he had been craving to touch Jake again after their first physical encounter. It was the most thrilling experience, but it felt too short-lived—they both dreamt about it for weeks.
Jake pulls away from the kiss, and he's already out of breath. "Just as friends, you know?"
"As friends, yeah," Jay chuckles as he raises an eyebrow at Jake. He always looks so pretty on Jay's lap. "Need me?"
"I'm just horny, don't get cocky," Jake whispers, and suddenly Jay's hand is being pulled roughly to palm over Jake's crotch, and oh—he's bricked up.
"Gonna help me again? As usual, stays between us," Jake asks, and he's smirking in a way that makes Jay's stomach flip. He doesn't have time to answer before Jake pulls out two sachets from his back pocket, chuckling as he leans in close to Jay's ear to ask,
"Can I give your ass a try?"
It sends shivers running up Jay's spine, and as he realizes Jake is holding a condom and lube, he embarrassingly also begins to grow hard in his shorts.
"You finally came around," Jay mutters, taking advantage of their position to latch on to Jake's neck, sucking hard and making him squirm. He knows he can't leave any marks, but he's so fucking tempted to, wrapping his arms around Jake's torso to keep him still while he sucks and licks up the side of his neck. "You taste just like how I remember."
"We're gonna get in trouble," Jake moans out, and he manages to escape Jay's hold as he places both hands on Jay's shoulders and looks him right in the eyes. "Stop playing around and just let me fuck you."
"Demanding," Jay laughs, but his heart is beating so hard he can hear it, because he wants Jake, he really does. Seeing him like this, cheeks flushed and chest rising through quick breaths, not being able to contain himself and hopping into Jay's lap asking for a quick fuck—it's everything he wanted and more.
"Fuck me then, if you want," Jay whispers, and he's licking his lips. Jake takes a shuddered breath, the action making him want to tear Jay apart. "However, keep in mind I'll do you twice as hard next time."
Jake wonders if that's a threat or a promise, and he hopes it's both as he smirks and mutters,
"I can live with that."
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As he takes three of Jake's thick fingers as deep as they'll go, Jay thinks Jake might be his weak spot.
"Good, right?" Jake asks, thrusting his fingers harder and loving how Jay's hole sucks his fingers in hungrily. "Talk, bitch."
It's endearing how brave Jake gets when he knows he's about to fuck Jay, when Jay knows he'll have Jake screaming into his pillow as soon as he gets the chance to. However, this side of Jake is ridiculously hot, and his fingers are hitting and rubbing against all the rough spots—Jay can't help but love it.
"Good, good, just give it to me," Jay sounds desperate because he is, can't wait to watch Jake break apart when he feels the tight heat of his hole wrap around his length, can't wait to hear him cum in adorable whines like a pup, can't wait to feel their sweaty bodies press against each other. It's been a while.
"Hungry for cock but I'm not surprised," Jake growls, pulling his fingers out excruciatingly slow on purpose, just to watch Jay squirm around on the bed, face down ass up. "I'll feed you."
Jay twists his head to take a look at Jake, and he notices he's got his tongue hanging out of his mouth slightly while he lubes up his hard cock, and Jay can't help but chuckle at how similar he is to a dog.
"You're literally a dog," he comments, and Jake looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, hands resting on Jay's lower back. "If I'm a dog, then you're a cat," he grits out, and suddenly the hand on his lower back is pressing down hard. "Arch your back like one."
"Hurry up you mutt, before you cum untouched," Jay pants out, already extremely worked up from feeling Jake press down on his lower back like that. "Don't bark or anything."
"You're so funny," Jake mocks, and as he lines up his cock with Jay's hole he realizes Jay is still looking back and smiling. "I'll give you something to smile about, bitch."
Bitch. Jay isn't sure that it is about Jake saying that in English that drives him insane, but it makes his eyes roll into the back of his head as Jake pushes his tip in slowly, and it's thick, deliciously so. Jay grabs onto the bedsheets so hard his knuckles turn white as his knees slide down the mattress softly as he tries to adjust to the foreign feeling. "Keep your ass up, at least," Jake breathes out, and he's bringing down his right hand to slap Jay's ass, hard and fast—a single slap that makes Jay leak.
Jake feels huge inside Jay, and he's managed to slide his length all the way in with the help of lube but Jay is sputtering nonsense at the feeling, it's overwhelming and pretty painful—yet extremely satisfying.
"Tell me when you want me to move," Jake chuckles (actually chuckles, that fucker) as he pulls Jay's shirt up to his shoulders, rubbing over his back with his big hands. "However, I'd make it quick if I were you since I forgot to lock the door."
Jay feels like he was just slapped in the face as he groans out,
"What? Jake you fu—"
"I'm sorry," Jake whines, and it sounds so fake Jay needs to close his eyes and take a deep breath to calm down. "I forgot."
Jay can hear the pout in Jake's voice, and he shifts around a bit before letting Jake know he can move. Jake is spreading his ass open with both hands now, watching carefully how Jay's tight hole grips onto his cock, the tip getting caught in the ring of muscles as he pulls out almost entirely, moaning out from how tight and hot everything feels, until he's squeezing Jake's cheeks hard, hard enough to make him yelp out before he pushes himself back in all the way without warning.
"Holy fuck," Jay gasps out, and it's so raw that Jake can't help but agree. "Good, Jake, fuck."
"Good?" Jake asks, and he already knows the answer. He's still balls deep in Jay and he squeezes his cheeks together, loving the way his cock disappears between them. "Your ass was made for this, I swear."
With every push and pull from Jake, Jay feels like he's being broken in the most delicious way possible. He would've never thought he'd enjoy getting pounded into the mattress by his best friend this much, but as Jake pulls out again and slams his hips against his ass brutally hard, he doesn't mind.
"Were you craving this, Jake? Dreaming about it?" Jay asks, and he's breathless as fuck yet still finds pleasure in the way Jake grips his hips harder at his words. He knows they pierce right through Jake, who's too prideful to admit it. Jake just grunts in response, picking up the pace and staring down at his cock disappearing between Jay's pretty cheeks.
"Tell me Jake, fuck—" Jay is breathless but dedicated, knowing he can make Jake his bitch without even having to fuck him. "Was this what you dreamt of the other day when you woke up hard?"
"Shut up," Jake says, dangerously loud, pressing both of his palms down on Jay's shoulders, pressing him into the mattress even further. It creates a new position that allows Jake to fuck into him even deeper, even when Jay thought that wasn't even possible. He moans at the new way Jake is fucking into him but smiles into the mattress, knowing he got his answer with the way Jake reacted. "Just, shit— keep quiet and let me use you."
Jay can't think, can't even speak, can't even properly breathe from how hard he's being fucked, but he loves it, knows Jake loves it even more. They're rather loud right now, unable to control their sounds, Jake grunting and cursing while Jay lets out muffled groans into the mattress. It's dirty, so dirty, but it's hot. Jay can't help but think about someone walking in on them—perhaps Sunghoon, Heeseung, or maybe even Jungwon—and somehow, embarrassingly, it riles him up further.
Jake has picked up on the fact that he's being too loud, unable to control himself with the way Jay keeps clenching around him, so he hurriedly pulls up the edge of his shirt to bite into in an effort to muffle himself. When his muffled sounds combine with Jay, it's too much for them to handle.
"I'm not gonna last much longer," he groans, and it's muffled but Jay understands, his arm snaking under his torso to touch his leaking cock. He realizes he's leaking all over the bedsheets and groans at how it's both repulsive and hot. "Me neither," he gasps, and Jake is picking up the pace when Jay finally starts stroking himself.
Jay wants to know what they look like from a distance, wants to record this and keep it forever, but for now he just basks in the indescribable amount of pleasure he feels with every thrust from Jake, the loud grunts that rip from his throat and get trapped in the fabric stuffed in his mouth driving him closer and closer to the edge.
"Make a mess Jake, c'mon," Jay taunts, turning his face to be able to speak a bit more clearly. Jake is still holding on to his shoulders hard, hammering him into the bed with every thrust, but he manages to pull a whine from Jake with his words. "Do it, fucking do it, please—"
Jay is begging, and he would be embarrassed if he weren't so close to coming himself, hand working over his shaft at an incredible speed because he can't control his own movements, so overwhelmed and far gone he looks stupid.
"Gonna come all over you," Jake warns, feeling the drops of sweat that roll down his body from the sheer force of what they're doing. "I'm fucking close, shit—"
"Yeah? Show me how bad you wanted this," Jay pants out, and he's delirious at this point, cheek smashed against the mattress while his mouth hangs open in a constant silent cry. "Show me how bad you wanted me."
That was all it took for Jake to hurriedly pull his hips back and let his cock leave Jay's hole gaping for more, his hands rushing to pull off the condom before he's jerking off over Jay's ass once, twice, a few more times—
He comes so hard his ears ring, and he's pumping his cum out in thick ropes that land all over Jay's back, pooling at his lower back where he's still arching like a good kitty. "Holy fuck, feels so good," he whines, sounding pathetic and breathy, hips stuttering as he keeps pumping out every drop from his cock, making sure to paint a masterpiece all over Jay's back that will be difficult to forget.
Jay can't take it, only lasting a few seconds more than Jake at the sinful sounds he made through his orgasm and at the feeling of his hot cum leaking all over his exposed back. He's shaking so hard, body on fire as he muffles his near scream into the mattress as he comes, trying to catch most of it with his hand and failing. He doesn't care, letting his body quiver through the aftershocks of the strongest orgasm he's ever had, knowing a single touch right now would make him pass out.
He hears Jake still struggle to catch his breath, and he really hopes Jake is able to calm down soon before he comes a second time—he sounds so good when he's breathless and worn out. Jay cannot wait to fuck him.
"I can't believe we just did that," Jake sighs, using his hand to spread Jay open one last time, the view of his hole enough to tempt Jake into a round two. Jay jumps up at the touch, body still hot all over, and Jake laughs. "Sensitive still?"
"Fuck you," Jay whines, and he can't bring himself to get up even as he feels the mess of cum he made under himself on the bedsheets.
"Next time," Jake smiles, and he's getting up on his shaky legs to fetch a towel to clean both of them up, muttering something about how they need to share a bed while these bedsheets get washed. Who cares.
"You're such a good friend," Jake smiles as he finishes cleaning up as much as he can, and Jay is still just thrown on the bed, dazed. As he looks up at Jake who still towers over him, he can't help but think Jake is really fucking pretty, and that was and always will be the problem.
Except his problem is not really a problem at all, Jay concludes, as he manages to sit up and take the shorts and t-shirt Jake hands him so they can at least walk towards the shower without raising any suspicions.
He was about to ask, "What are we?" but he luckily catches himself slipping—that shit is way too cliché.
"You're such a good friend too."