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Jisung knew it wasn't his most glorious idea to smoke weed with his best friend, the friend he was disgustingly festering romantic feelings for, because he knew for a fact that it made him loosen up his tongue far too much to be good, his limbs wobbly and light and most importantly and dangerously, very fucking horny. So actually, doing drugs with the person he was, even in his normal state, almost all the time sporting a hard on around, was not only 'not the best idea', it was the worst idea Jisung ever had.
They sat on the sofa, cuddled up against each other, and finishing their joint as Minho asked funny little questions, that made Jisung laugh far to loud to be normal, because, really, they weren't that funny, but the combination of his hot best friend asking them and his high self, made them absolutely hilarious.
"So, if you had to decide, would you rather be in a cage full of hungry crocodiles, or with tigers that have rabies?
Jisung now full on cackles.
"Tigers that have rabies for sure"
Minho raises an eyebrow, expecting an explanation.
"Why is that?",
he says, obviously amused.
"Crocodiles are ao much more scrary? Plus, rabid tigers can't be worse that you,"
Minho shoots him a challenging look.
"Excuse me?"
"What?",
Jisung can't stop the laughter that tumbles from his throat.
"Please hyung, I think 'rabid tiger' is the most accurate nickname for you since 'Pinkiepie'."
'Pinkiepie', a nickname Jisung gave Minho in their first year of friendship after he tried to tone his hair red and it unluckily turned out an persistent bubblegum pink.
"You promised not to mention this one again!!",
Minho whines, trying to seem annoyed but the smile on his lips stays.
"Well, I lied",
Jisung answers, smirking at Minho cockily.
This conversation made absolutely no sense whatsoever. - None of them cared though.
"Is that so?"
Minho raises an eyebrow, teasing.
"I guess there's no other option for me as to punish you for your really bad behavior."
And with these words he grabs Jisung by the shoulders and pulls him down onto the sofa with him.
And it's so obvious, so obvious that Minho does this out of one reason, and one reason only. The playful fights and flirtatious conversations, it was easy to see and realize that Minho most likely reciprocated Jisungs feelings. But that somehow made it even worse. After being friends for so long, Jisung was afraid of a change, afraid that it would somehow change their dynamic, or even make it worse, but he could tell in the late nights, the longing looks they exchanged, the small, semi-secret little touches that seemed unnecessary at first, that their façade was crumbling more and more and neither knew how much longer they could keep playing this game.
"Hyung, stooop-"
Jisung whines as he tries to force away Minhos fast hands that found a way under his hoodie. His fingers tickeling his sides and sending shivers up his spine.
"Apologize then or I'll make you pay for it"
Minho snaps, but Jisung can hear his smile through his voice, making his statement seem less threatening.
"Never!"
"You've chosen death then",
Minho says plainly and rolls them over on the couch, now caging Jisung under his body against the cold leather cushions. Jisung whines and tries to wiggle himself out.
"Ah- whhngh stop, Min-"
He lightly punches Minhos chest, more playfully than with the intention to really free himself, tears collecting in his eyes because he isn't able to stop giggling, his body shaking and his tummy hurts, as he feels his muscles clench with the force of his laugher. With a swift motion, the older captures Jisungs wrists in one of his hands and pins them down over his head, against a pillow on the sofa. And, wow okay -fuck it really shouldn't cause this amount of butterflies going crazy in Jisung's stomach right now, but what can he say, he's high and he's in love. Bad combination.
"You can fight all you want, it's not getting you anywhere"
As one of Minhos hands is occupied now, and he stops to torture him with his fingers, Jisung is able to catch his breath and for the first time he has time to take a proper look at Minho, and his vision is admittedly a little blurry, but holy fuck, that was a mistake because he looks outright sinfully attractive. The dark frame of his body looming over him, his eyes glowing like the ones of a wild animal that just caught it's prey, his lips half-parted, probably to get enough air after their playful tickle fight, his chest rising and falling with the force of his breathing- no way Jisung is able to recover from that sight.
"Yeah, cause you're stronger, not a fair fight, hyung"
he breathes, his blood rushing to regions he doesn't want it to be in a position like this with his body pressed to Minhos, his eyes following his every movement.
"Interesting"
Minho slurs, voice teasing, the corner of his mouth lifts up in what looks like a sly smile.
Jisung gulps and tries to make the heat coiling in his lower belly go away, but his body seems to have a mind of its own, because his eyes are still fixed on Minhos mouth, that- to his absolute horror- curls into a smug grin now, showing part of his upper teeth.
"What is my cute little Jisungie thinking about, hm?"
he says, tightening his grip on Jisungs wrists and Jisung isn't able to stop a startled gasp from escaping his throat, when their crotches bump together because of the motion.
"I u-um I don't-"
Words Jisung. Words. Letters, words, sentences. It's really not that hard. College, homework, Cinema, breakfast, noodles, kimchi, restaurant, best friend, his best friend, Minho, Minho looks good, Minho's looking at him, Minho's looking at him like he wants to kiss him. Wait- what!!?
Minho, still hovering above him, smiles amused. He seems to absolutely enjoy teasing the fuck out of Jisung and Jisung wants to punch him. But he also really wants to kiss him.
"What? Cat got your tongue?"
Words Jisung. Words.
"No- I wasn't thinking about anything!"
"Huh",
Minho muses but his smug expression is still present on his face, as his eyes travel from his eyes to his mouth and back again.
"What?",
Jisung asks, because he is dumb and he doesn't know what else to say to make the weird tension go away and force the unwanted(?) attention away from himself, cause he really can't handle Minhos intense stare much longer, strolling over every of Jisungs features, eyes dark, shimmering through his black bangs.
"Why are you s-staring at me like that?"
Minho calmly collects both of Jisungs wrists in one of his hands, pinning them above his head again, the other traveling down to hold his cheek.
"Oh, you know, just thinking about",
His hand coming up to trail his finger over Jisungs bottom lip and Jisung absolutely stops functioning.
A goofy smile stretches across Minhos face.
"what your lips would feel like on mine."
Pause.
Fucking hold on.
What.
"What",
Jisung says again dumbly, cause there is no way that Minho just said that. This just can't be real. After years of pining Jisungs' heart wouldn't recover if the boy above him was joking.
"You heard me."
"I- uh-"
Their faces are only inches apart now. Minhos breath fanning over Jisungs lips. His eyes trailing over them, watching intently as Jisung darts out his tongue, wetting them, an unintentional reflex reaction.
"Jisung"
Jisungs eyes shoot up and his gaze locks with Minhos. Flames erupt in his abdomen and he releases a stuttered breath at the intensity of Minhos stare.
"Don't-"
He takes in a shuddering breath.
"This is not funny"
Minho's nose touches Jisungs as he got impossibly closer, Jisung could close the distance if he just moved forward a few centimeters as Minho was now directly speaking against his lips.
"I never said it was"
A pause.
"I want to kiss you so badly Jisung"
There is no way. I mean Jisung technically knew the other wanted it too, but that he would act on it?
"I-"
And it seems that the weed also makes Minho a little more talkative, because he never would have said anything like that before. Maybe smoking together was a smarter move then expected.
"Can I..?"
Jisung finds himself nodding, and before he can even process his own train of thought, Minhos presses his lips on to Jisungs, hard and demanding, with a desperation that leaves Jisungs head spinning and his mind reeling and pretty much matches his own.
What a plottwist.
Minho pulls back to briefly look at Jisung. He looks like he wants to say something but before it can leave his mouth, Jisung is raising his head to smash his lips on Minhos again. Minho pushes him back down to meet him in a hungry kiss. Their teeth clash together, because of the force of it all, but none of them seems to care. Minhos hands start to explore the skin under his hoodie, scratching lightly over the skin on his waist, brushing over his tummy and Jisungs breath catches in his throat. His fingers curling in Minhos hair as he feels his tongue tapping at the front of his lips, as if asking for permission to let it in, and- of course- Jisung complies, opening his mouth just slightly as Minhos tongue slips in to meet his very own.
When Minhos tongue presses down on his, Jisung is mortified to hear himself fucking whimper, a sound he's never made before in his whole damn life, voice coming out strangly unfamiliar.
He can feel Minho smirk against his lips as he did so, making an embarrassed flush creep up his cheeks. God, he's never been this horny in his entire life and Minhos hand wandering of his sides to grasp at his ass firmly doesn't make things any easier for him, because he full-on moans, interrupting the kiss, as his hips buckle, desperate for atleast some sort of friction and his head lolls back against the pillows.
"Ah- I- ah"
Embarrassed because of the reaction of his own body he tears his head to the side and buries his face in between couch and pillow.
"God, you're so hot, Jisungie"
Minho rasps and his voice is certainly doing unimaginable things to him, he can feel himself leak into his boxers, whimpering at the words. Jisung would be so embarrassed if he wasn't far too gone to care, his head spinning with the weed in his system.
"Hyung- I- please"
Jisung doesn't even know what he's pleading for, but what he knows is that if Minho isn't doing something in the next 30 seconds, he's gonna die out of horniness right here on the sofa with his dick achingly hard in his pants.
"What do you want?"
He seems far too composed for Jisung's liking, his voice not even faltering, if not with a rough edge to it and the outline of the hard-on in his grey joggers. And oh. Jisung's out of his mind, feeling absolutely dizzy. It's crazy that he is affecting Minho like this and the urge to make him feel unlike he's ever felt before is a persistent little thing in his mind. He's gonna be so good for him. Obedient and pliant. He is heavily leaking into his briefs just thinking about it.
"C'mon, say it"
Minho rasps, his voice rough and it forces an unsteady breath from Jisungs lunges.
He really can't though. He can't just say things like that. It's just too fucking embarassing. He doesn't even trust his voice to come out steadily right now. How is he supposed to form words, let alone sentences, with Minhos hands still groping at his ass and his breath fanning against his lips.
"I- I"
He bucks his hips up to express what he wants without having to phrase it. Minho is holding his hips down, stopping them from moving and Jisung whines in frustration, not getting the friction his dick so desperately craves for.
"Ngh, don't be cruel, h-hyung, you know what- you know what I want."
Minho sinks down and noses at Jisung's jaw, making him shiver, when his breath hits his pulse point.
"I know exactly what you want"
his voice is low and teasing and as he grazes his teeth over the side of Jisungs neck, and at that, his hips snap violently to meet Minhos.
"Wanna hear you say it though"
"Hyung I- I can't, it's so embarrassing-"
the last part of the sentence comes out as a squeak and Jisung prays for the ground to swallow him up.
"It can't be helped then"
Minho says, as he hostles himself up and makes an attempt to separate them, but Jisung graps his wrist just in time.
The playful grin on Minhos face is back in an instant and he's craning his neck to the side to give Jisung that fake-questioning look. He takes in Minhos throat, adam's apple bopping and he can feel Salvia collect under his tongue at the thought of biting the soft flesh of his neck as it settles in. It must feel so soft between his teeth. He always had a thing for biting and being bitten, but he comes to notice, that Minho intensifies this desire to an extent he can't put into words.
"I'm listening"
Minhos voice pulls him back out of his thoughts. His mind short-circulating with the look Minho is giving him. It's the same he gave him earlier, when he got him captured with Jisungs wrists in his iron grip. It's kind of predatory, like a cat watching a mouse walk right into its trap. It scares him, in a good way, in a way that let goosebumps erupt all over his skin and makes his dick jump in his boxers. To his shock, he finds himself to fucking like it. Love it, even. God, he might have a thing for the predator, pray dynamic.
"I-"
"Yeah?"
"I w-want you to touch me. W-wanted it for so long. Can you touch me? Hyung please pleas-"
Jisungs voice is quite, he can barely hear himself say it but he's certain that Minho heard him, judging by the ragged breath he releases.
"Aw my baby, always so needy"
He leans down in an instant and roughly connects their mouths again, tongue leaping at his bottom lip. Jisung is so desperate for friction at this point that he cants his hips, rubbing against Minhos lower belly and abdomen with uncoordinated thrusts, his abs creating a beautiful friction on Jisungs throbbing cock. Minho growls and meets his thrusts with his own hips and Jisung is sure he could come like this, kissing messily, Minhos tongue heavy in his mouth, them rutting together like animals in heat, still fully clothed but Minho seems to have something else in mind.
"come here my little star"
The pet name coming out of Minhos mouth in this harsh tone sends his legs shaking as he roses to get up and climbs into Minhos lap. He's gonna be the best boy Minho's ever fucking had.
Minho smiles warmly at him, his eyes forming little crescents and he's flashing him that stunning smile again and Jisung is reminded why he is his favourite person in the world, making him feel so warm, so bubbly, so safe that nobody else will ever be able compare to that. Nobody will ever make him feel so at ease with himself, so comfortable in his own skin. No one can fluster him like he can, no one can turn him on like he can, no one can make him laugh, cry, talk so much, like he can. It's crystal clear that there is never going to be a person that will be able to replace Minho in his heart. His best friend (he is in love with).
They kiss again and this time it's slow and passionate and it sends Jisungs mind in a hyperspace, he feels like his brain is liquifying, swimming in his skull like an useless soup, he goes pliant under Minhos demanding hands and Minho kisses him so sure of himself, so intently, like he means it, that Jisung can't help but feel so so loved through his treatment.
Minho starts to kiss a line from his mouth to his jaw, mouthing at his neck and lightly sucking at his throat, near his collarbone. Jisung whimpers quietly. He can't help himself, it's just- it feels so good. He can feel Minhos nose brush against a particularly sensitive spot and then Minho is sucking hard at it, pulling the flesh between his lips, abusing the skin there, sure to leave a bruise.
"Aaah"
Jisung releases a choked-out moan at that, fingers coming up to thread themselves through Minhos thick hair and press him closer to his neck. He's grinding down hard in Minhos lap, again and again, with every bruise that is starting to form on his throat.
"You like that huh"
It's more a statement than a question.
"Hyung, pl-please ah, please can you bite me?"
Jisung doesn't feel as embarrassed as he would with a clear head, as he surely should, under normal circumstances. But nothing is normal about the situation he's in right now. He never was this horny in his entire life and feels so delirious in the moment, he doesn't really find himself to care. Jisung wants. He wants so bad, it's an aching. An aching in his chest, in his abdomen, un his whole body and he has to do something about it.
"Jisung, fuck, you're-"
Minho sinks down and his teeth graze over skin there before he moves on to the dip where his neck connects with his shoulder and bites down, hard, and Jisungs hips slam down at that, his eyes rolling back in his skull, a breathy moan escaping him.
"Fuck Min-,haa"
he whines.
"Yeah"
Minho agrees and he heaves his hips to meet Jisungs desperately humping him.
"Do you have an idea how turned on I am right now?"
The statement makes Jisungs breath hitch. He looks back at him through lidded eyes and he can't help a small grin to climb up his face.
He doesn't know where his confidence comes from when he hears himself snarl
"I have, actually"
He is bracing himself with both of his hands on Minhos shoulders, Minhos hard cock pressing against the underside of his thigh, as he grinds down to rub them together through the thin fabric of their pj's.
He moans as Minho curses through gritted teeth.
"Fuck Jisungie-"
"Off"
Jisung says, growing more desperate by the second and tries to pull at Minhos pants .
"Impatient",
Minho says, rubbing little circles into Jisungs sides before grabbing his waist and joisting him up to wiggle his joggers off. The display of strength shouldn't be that hot. But he doesn't wonder anymore. He did come to terms, that he finds about exactly everything hot that Minho does, so.
"You too",
Minho says a little breathless as Jisung goes to adjust himself his his lap.
So Jisung gets up on shaky legs again and pulls down his squared pj pants, exposing a wet patch forming on his soaked boxers. He turns completely red in a beat, but Minho looks at him like he wants to eat Jisung alive, so that's a nice reward, Jisung thinks.
"Come here",
They're kissing again and it feels so good, Minho's hands are all over him, kneading at his flesh and skin, as if his life depends on it and Jisung needs, needs, needs.
But even in his curent state, he knows that it really wouldn't be the best idea for them to fuck right now, because, they clearly needed to first talk about this, about them. Gladly, Minho seems to have the same thought.
"As much as I wanna fuck you right now, I think we should talk about that first".
His voice comes out a little slured at has a husky touch to it.
"Let me just-"
He moves his hand to the front of Jisungs boxers cupping his dick with his palm. He looks up to meet Jisungs gaze. He understands the implications of that and gives a jerky nod, far too eager, far too fast, but again, with Minho, it really doesn't matter at this point. He pulls Jisung out of his boxers, and gives him a slow tug, the boy giving an silent moan at that.
"God, you're so good for me"
Jisungs dick is twitching at the praise, the tip spreading precome over Minhos hand, which is not going unnoticed by the man's observing nature.
"Oh"
Minhos face brightens delighted with the realization. It terrifies Jisung a little.
"Oh, you like that"
Jisung can't speak, so he simply stares at him, sees a smirk appearing on the others' lips.
"Do you like it when I tell you how good you are? How good I think you're doing?"
All Jisung can do is gulp away the lump in his throat.
"What a good boy I think you are?",
Minho says after a short break and Jisung whimpers pathetically, his dick leaking even more precome onto Minhos fist.
The older chuckles, Jisungs body answering his question.
"Seems like it"
Minho is working his hand up and down Jisungs cock at a torturing slow pace, which leaves Jisung twitching and whining in his lap, desperately trying to get him to go faster. Before he can loose himself too much in the feeling, he pauses, grabbing Minho's hand, making him stop his motions.
"You too",
Jisung says, a little breathless.
"Yeah?"
Minho says, his voice dark and still a little teasing.
"Please"
Minho makes quick work of his briefs then, pulling his dick out between their flush bodies. It's practically jumping against Jisungs belly in an angry red, wet at the tip and so hard, it's the hottest thing he's ever seen and he feels like floating out of his body, because affecting Minho, his Minho, like this is fucking unreal. He can't wait for the man fucking into him at a given point in time. And- oh my god, there he is, leaking again. Fucking embarassing.
Minho gives himself a few slow strokes before Jisung swats his hand away, replacing it with his own, almost whimpering with the need to touch.
He starts off hesitant, sliding his thumb over the slit, making Minho hiss at the motion. Then, he pumps his cock with full force, hoping that his finger prints will engrave themselves into his cock, marking up his territory, reminding him that no one touched his dick as good as Jisung did right now. When he hears Minho groan his name, he's almost certain that his plan worked out.
"Let's- let's do it like this",
Minho says, short of breath.
He takes Jisungs hand away from his own achingly hard cock and makes him unfurl his fingers.
"Spit baby"
And Jisung does obediently.
The older releases a pleased hum at that and guides Jisungs hand back to their crotches, as he lines himself up with Jisung and they cocks bump together. Both of them hiss in pleasure.
"Put your hand- mh - like this, okay?"
Jisung is completely out of his mind, his own hand, while being held and guided by Minhos', is stroking both of their cocks between them with one hand now and it's so so hot.
The sound of skin sliding together fills the room, whimpers escape Jisungs mouth, but Minho swallows them when he kisses him heavily. It's all so messy, so wet and dirty, it's everything Jisung wants, what he needs, what he craved for so long. And if this is the only quarter he was allowed to explore for now, so should it be. Jisung wants nothing more and nothing less in this moment.
"Hyung I- I-",
And Jisung is so close.
"You're so perfect",
Minho groaned right into his ear as he tightened his fingers around Jisung's fist.
Jisungs head is spinning at the compliment, eyes spilling tears because of the stimulation. He's gonna make a mess.
'I'm gonna- I-I'm gonna",
he whimpers desperately, his hand coming up to hold onto Minhos shoulder.
"Come for me, pretty",
Minho whisperes against the skin on his neck, his fist speeding up on both of their cocks, as he bites down on the crook of Jisungs neck.
"Hyung, I can't- I- ahhhh"
And Jisung comes, deliberately hard, his hips bucking up violently into the others tight fist.
Minho follows shortly after, groaning the other boy's name and coming to a stop slowly, hips stilling, both of their breaths evening again after some time.
"We should probably talk-",
"Don't you dare do this to me right now",
Jisungs quickly responds, his voice threatening.
"We can talk tomorrow. Let me-",
he takes a deep breath, an desperate expression spreads over his features, his eyebrows furrow.
"Let me have this"
And Minho smiles, showing his adorable bunny teeth.
"Okay",
is all he says.
"Everything you want"
And they're kissing again, Minhos hand burried in Jisungs dirty blond hair, his mouth smiling against his lips. They make out lazily on the couch until it gets unbearable not to clean up.
Later, when they're laying next to each other in bed, freshly showered with their limbs tangled together, and Minho looks at him with so much love in his eyes, so much sincere feeling, Jisung decides that he already knows everything he needs to know.
Talking could wait.