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Listen, three years of being together has maybe rubbed off on Till. It’s not every day that your boyfriend who decided to go to a university far from your own is able to come and visit (not that Ivan ever lets the distance get in between them).
People still never believe Till when he says he has a boyfriend, and they definitely never believe it when he shows them proof.
That’s your boyfriend?!? Yes, didn’t he just show the photo?
Are you sure you guys are together? What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Is he taken? I just fucking said he’s my boyfriend.
It goes in circles and circles. Till sticks with most of the friends he’s always had in high school, like Mizi and Hyuna, so of course they won’t question it because they saw it happen in real time. But what he finds particularly interesting are some of the people in his class projects, at his part time job, and even his roommate.
His roommate is a guy named Taejun. Taejun is on the football team, he’s loud and brash and honestly Till has been told he can be a bit wild but this guy was unnecessarily eccentric. He was also annoying as fuck.
“You like, emo or somethin’?” He’d said, already tipsy on their first meeting. For some odd reason he’d stared at Till’s hand and grasped it like a doll’s, and Till gave him a very clear grimace that did not process for the other.
Taejun was a party animal. He ate like a pig, left trash everywhere, and boy did he like to fuck. He constantly brought over girls even though their dorm was small and sometimes Till wanted some peace and quiet after class, you know, only to reach the door and hear violent creaking.
“Could you give me a fucking warning,” he eventually snapped. Taejun only shrugged, said a lazy ‘my bad dude’ and from then on texted when he remembered. Now the chances of walking in on his roommate sticking his dick in some poor soul has reduced to a whopping fifty percent instead of eighty.
One would think during football season that he would be busy and not in the mood to bring as many people over, but for some reason Till’s roommate was a grand exception. One night Till is bundled under the covers, looking at Ivan’s schedule for the season and is startled from his peace at the sound of a door opening and soft moans entering the air.
Now, sure Till was a bit skinny so maybe he blended into the covers a little too well with his head ducked under the blanket but also, what the fuck. He sticks around for all but ten seconds, stewing in his own anger before the sound of a zipper is heard and—-
“What is your fucking problem?!” Till screams, making his roommate and whatever girl was with him stop in their movements. “I’m tired of you always killing my peace and quiet with sex! Get the fuck out of my room.”
There is a moment of silence before Till leans down and claps his hands in front of their faces. “Hello? Did I stutter? Go on. GET. OUT.”
Next time he’ll set the fucking bed on fire. He’d told his RA about the incident but apparently he was on the football team too. So it was a lost cause, Till was left to his own devices.
To his surprise, however, that night does the trick. His roommate doesn’t bring any more people back after that, probably going over to the room of the people he sleeps with instead. The bad news is that Taejun now hates Till’s guts.
If that fact was it, then Till really couldn’t care less. Lots of people didn’t like him. But Taejun made it explicitly clear that from now on, he was going to make everything harder for Till.
“I don’t know how you think it’s my fault,” Till scoffs, reading the anger on Taejun’s face. As. As if Till was in the wrong. “You’re the one who can’t respect my boundaries.”
Taejun had only laughed at him meanly. “You need to get laid, man. Not my problem if you don’t have a reason to leave your room, at least I’m having fun.”
Till was so shocked at this guy’s display of disregard that he could have socked him in the face right there. He takes a deep breath. I am an adult. I can go to prison. “When I get laid, I go to my boyfriend’s place. I let you know that you have the room to yourself. I’m not going to sit here and pretend that letting you have sex when I’m here is something I want to see.”
Taejun had started giving him bullshit reasoning again before cutting himself off. “Wait, boyfriend? You have a boyfriend?”
Till really didn’t understand what was so interesting about that. “Yes? Is that an issue?”
Taejun easily shook his head, muttering a no, but the conversation dissolved quickly after that. Till asked him if he was homophobic and he’d said he wasn’t, but wasting energy was dumb anyways so Till had gone back to sleep afterward.
“I mean, seriously,” he tells his boyfriend on facetime later that morning. His roommate hadn’t shown up since that interaction, so Till took the opportunity to call Ivan without interruption or loud noises setting him off. “What an asshole. I tried requesting a roommate change but they told me I need to wait a semester to “think it through.” If he can’t stop making me mad you’re going to see me on the news.”
God, Till misses Ivan. Part of him is tempted to let Ivan transfer over despite having told him that doing so was stupid. “You go to one of the most prestigious universities in the country. I love you but I’m not going to be the reason to make you change your mind.”
Luckily Ivan’s school and Till’s school were listed in the same division and would be going against each other in a couple weeks. “I’ll come and visit soon,” Ivan says, showering him with love. He somehow coerces Till into really nice phone sex that he is ashamed to say made him come three times.
Till was always making visits to Ivan’s apartment in the city, but this would be the first time Ivan would be at his school. It was a lot bigger than Ivan’s, bustling with people of many types of majors.
A few days before Ivan’s team is scheduled to visit his school, there is commotion in the business department. Not that Till keeps up with any of it, but rather he hears Taejun rambling about it on the phone.
“He can’t be that hot,” he says, too loud for Till’s liking. Till doesn’t have his music on full blast but it was enough to bleed through his music. “You’re exaggerating. I’m not going over there just to see him. Insecure? You think I’m insecure? Fuck you, man.”
Till grumbles but simply turns up the volume. A few minutes pass before there is a vibration from his phone and he sees Ivan’s ID.
“Hey,” he says, letting out a sigh. The fact that one of the most annoying souls on the planet now eases him from something even more irking must be another form of enlightenment. “You’re just in time. I think my roommate is about to leave.” His roommate is already gone, but Till doesn’t notice because he no longer gives a fuck about what that guy has to say to him.
“Till, I have a surprise for you.”
“What?” Ivan’s idea of surprise has a wide range. One time he baked Till a cake, one time he gave Till a new set of lingerie. When they were in high school, he once broke into Till’s room and watched him sleep throughout the night. Till woke up to Ivan’s eyeballs in his face, a “morning, Till” and never screamed louder in his life. Ivan could put actual rocks in Till’s pockets and call that a surprise if he wanted to.
“What if I said that I was going to see you soon?”
“You told me that already.” Till burrows further into the covers, listening to the sound of his boyfriend’s chuckle.
“What if I said soon was today instead of in a few days?”
Ivan was silly sometimes, so Till isn’t thinking anything of it. “How would that even happen, hm?”
“There are a few projects and events being held in the business department of your school. I happened to be invited as one of the students representing our school.”
It wasn’t uncommon, as Till’s school was known for being one of the bigger universities when it came to business and business administration. Plenty of events were hosted there by companies and potential sponsors, so people from a variety of schools were encouraged to come and visit.
The second the words register he is up and putting on his sneakers. “Ivan, you’re not fucking with me are you?”
“Come and see for yourself.”
Somehow less than ten seconds after the event is over Ivan excuses himself into one of the bathrooms on the opposite side of the building and discreetly, Till follows. There’s a few girls and boys who seem to want to follow Ivan but only Till can keep up with him past his quick twists and turns.
Locking the bathroom is a necessary precaution because Till pounces on his boyfriend as soon as they’re away from prying eyes. One would think it was the other way but time has taught Till that there’s no time like the present.
“They were all staring at you,” he says, hungrilly gnawing on Ivan’s lips. “Couldn’t stand it.”
There was a lot of murmuring when Till finally got to the building. The place was packed, with many people hosting open presentations in the front area. Till saw the sign for Ivan’s school but wasn’t able to get close enough to meet his eyes.
Whether it was for his prestige or his facecard, Till didn’t fucking care because these people were blocking him from snatching his boyfriend away from these heathens. He passed up another row of people before hearing the fifth person talk about trying to get his number. Some people were recording whatever he was saying, but let’s be honest, Till could see nobody was paying attention to that damn presentation.
It was frustrating, to say the least. This might be the last time Till could have a conversation with Ivan for a while, considering that their game was soon and Ivan would be busy. Ivan told him he wasn’t going to let that get in the way but sue Till for mopping up every minute he could take, that was his boyfriend!
He’s just glad he’s here now, in the present, currently being pushed into the sink countertop with such ferocity that he lets out a whine. Ivan’s hands roam everywhere— on Till’s neck, his hair, underneath his hoodie, his hips.
Till himself is no better, tearing open Ivan’s button up with little to no care, feeling up his abs and his torso and keeping his legs securely wrapped around his boyfriend. He moans at every contact their skin has, feeling like a starved man. Because that’s what Till is, starved and hungry and helpless to his lover’s skill.
Ivan nips at the skin concealed by the collar of his hood, causing him to cry out. He doesn’t realize Ivan has pulled his shorts down until there is a hand wrapped around his length, jerking him in fast motions.
“Ah– fuck, Ivan, fuck, I missed you,” Till says in breaths, Ivan was too good, really. He was good for their first time and he’s even better now. No one knows Till’s body better than Ivan, that much is guaranteed. Till’s eyes tear up with adoration, with pleasure. He has to slap a hand over his mouth to stifle his sounds. Ivan groans into his ears, kissing up his neck.
“I love you, Till,” he murmurs, biting his ears and then his jaw and finally his lips once more, prying Till’s hands away. Till’s eyes roll up when Ivan moves his thumb just so, twisting his hand in that way that makes Till see stars.
“Ivan, Ivan,” He pants, rocking further into his boyfriend. Ivan hums into their kiss, and Till shakes his head weakly. “Not gonna last.”
His stamina is usually better than this, but it’s been two months since they met in person. There was only so much deprivation he could take. It gets harder and harder to hide his sounds, and with just a few more strokes Till is coming ropes and ropes into Ivan’s hand.
Ivan guides him through it before cleaning him up. Till plans to drag him to his dorm and suck the soul out of his lover but, much to his disappointment, Ivan has to go home early. Till could cry with impatience, but, fine. Whatever. Ivan will be back soon, so he sucks him off in the bathroom instead.
After Ivan leaves, Till waits a few minutes and heads back to his dorm. He’s going to bask in this blissful haze until he gets horny and desperate again, which probably won’t be long when that begins to happen.
Now that he’s gotten a taste of what he’s been missing out on he really doesn’t know how long he can keep it up. Since high school, Ivan has gotten somehow even more hot, like, hot enough to be in those sexiest man alive debates.
Till should be smug that Ivan chose him out of all people, and he is, really, but there was only so much badly concealed ogling before people started speaking too loud for Till’s sanity to bear.
Anyway, Till returns with no crazy fanfare, his roommate is on the bed talking to someone too loudly once again. He’s gotten quite cold from the drop in temperature as the sun sets, so he decides to change into a pair of sweats.
If only Ivan hadn’t left, Till sulks internally as he strips off his shorts. He doesn’t notice the way his roommate stops talking entirely, too busy thinking to himself. Next up was his hoodie, which he’d haphazardly thrown instead of putting on a shirt.
There is a choked noise from the side, but Till is searching for a shirt in his closet so he doesn’t check what the issue is. He finds one that he likes, putting it on (it’s Ivan’s, of course), and then slides into the comfort of his bed.
Some days later Taejun asks him a really odd question. “How did you, uh,” he starts. Till is in the middle of fixing his eyeshadow so he hums distractedly. “How, you, uh. Well. Nevermind.”
“Huh?” Is all Till can say, reaching for some gloss. Ivan told him that he only ever wears it so he can lick it off, but. Today is the day Ivan will be playing his game, so Till is going to show up to a public event not against his will for once in his life.
He hadn’t gone very often in high school, and that certainly hadn’t changed going into university. But Till has been on a pining streak, so he decided any extra time looking at Ivan was something he could buy tickets for.
Taejun has been really weird lately. Till still thinks he’s homophobic, since his roommate pretends they don't live together. He stopped bringing girls over, but now he’s always staring at Till like he was an alien.
It was only a few times, but it was enough for Till to notice. He was putting on a new pair of boots, something stylish he’d ordered that had chain designs on it, and Taejun was right there glaring at his feet.
Another time he’d been rolling his neck to get the uncomfortable crick out and he was looking directly at the flush of Till’s collarbones. Stuff like that.
“How did you know you were gay,” he finally spits out. Till gives him a funny look, and snorts.“I’m not gay.”
“What? But, you said you had a boyfriend.”
“Yeah, I’m bisexual. Not gay. I can like women too. I just happen to have a man I’m in a long term romantic relationship with.”
Taejun looks at him really strange again, like everything about Till is some foreign entity. They sit in silence again until he asks Till if he’s going to the game.
He must’ve noticed Till getting ready after dinner, something he never does. Till nods, offhandedly telling him about Ivan being on the football team.
Now, that is what sets him back into motion. “Him? Are you for real? There’s no way you guys are together.” He even pulls out a picture of Ivan, showing it to Till, and Till is about to ask him where the actual hell he got that, but then he remembers Ivan does have pictures on the internet and feels his mood dampen selfishly.
“That’s my boyfriend.”
“No way.”
Till has done this a million times so he doesn’t even question it anymore. “Whatever.”
There’s a couple more remarks, such as I know I said you needed to get laid but you don’t have to go that far, or Dude, he’s bisexual too? And Till really doesn’t want to hear anymore of it so he leaves with his headphones.
The game is fucking boring, but Till can’t deny Ivan looks sexy sweating on a field chasing a ball. The whole stadium was packed, having been sold out since it was their homecoming game. Again, Till could not have been more bored but something about Ivan, being right there was truly compelling.
Fuck, he really needs to get closer. He’d decided being farther away would be fine enough but sticking around clearly only put him at a disadvantage because Till’s patience has been ticking lower and lower like an incoming bomb.
He told himself he didn’t need to dress extra and yet he subconsciously put together one of the best outfits he’s ever worn out. Even his roommate gave him a low “you look nice” on the way out. Up until then he’d always lightly jabbed at his emo style but for some reason it was entirely nonexistent recently.
Till eagerly waits out the timer on the board once the fourth quarter arrives. Why the fuck did these games have to be so long?! Part of him wants to let the scoreboard declare victory for Ivan’s team and then rush down and magically kiss him like in the movies, but 1) Till is going to have to topple over the crowds beneath him and 2) he already did that stunt in high school and it was embarrassing enough.
“My god, fucking finally,” he screams out loud. He’s really losing his composure, two children next to him laughed and their parents definitely gave Till a dirty look but has Till ever cared about that? No, especially not now since the game was over.
Till, to his credit, doesn’t crush his boyfriend immediately upon reaching the football field. All of the players were headed out to the locker rooms for a post-victory speech, and Till? Well. Ivan, Ivan, Ivan, get here quickly or I’ll die runs through his head like a mantra.
Ivan is definitely not going to join the bus dropping them back to the hotel. Knowing him, Till thinks he probably already made the arrangements to get his important things and sneak himself into Till’s dorm.
A lot of people like to think that Till and Ivan are just friends, or maybe Till is just another fan thirsting over Ivan. They just can’t believe it when he says they’re dating.
But none of that matters to Till, because when he sees his boyfriend walking out and smiling at him with a knowing glint, he can only think, I love you.
Ivan cannot possibly love Till more than he already does.
They’re in Till’s bed, definitely too small for two grown men, but Ivan can make anything work with Till. His beautiful precious boyfriend is resting on his chest comfortably, chatting with him about one of his new song ideas. Ivan is admittedly only half listening, drawing circles on Till’s back.
“My roommate is out for the night, you know,” he says casually. “Said he was going drinking with friends.” Ivan knows by now that it’s an invitation for more, so he grabs Till and flips him over.
Till gasps at the movement, pupils dilating. Ivan is going to ravish him. “Let’s not speak on him,” he says, caging him in and connecting their hands. He’s missed Till so much, it’s truly a wonder how they aren’t ten rounds in already.
Underneath him, his boyfriend gives him a knowing smile. It’s pure, it’s so lovely, Ivan is so in love. Till will be the death of him. Like this, they look like a good couple, sexy and charged and full of chemistry. But deep down what secures Ivan and Till is much deeper, deeper than many can comprehend.
Ivan feels like a child, giddy and losing all semblance of cool around him. Everything comes from the heart, he supposes. “It’s just us, tonight, Till.”
Till’s cheeks turn that rosy shade that makes Ivan drool with the need to take a bite, like he’s an apple. “Yeah,” he sighs, leaning up to connect their lips in a sweet kiss. “Just us.”
Ivan can’t deny he had some other intentions, waltzing into Till’s dorm. One thing being his roommate.
When Till spoke about the denial people have over their relationship, Ivan has always imagined bending Till over in public and showing the world just how real they are. No one can beat the passion they have for each other (besides Mizi and Sua, who are practically married). Till would be horrified at his imagination but Ivan has always been too far gone when it comes to Till.
Perhaps the last straw comes in the form of his boyfriend’s roommate. Ivan knows people like him, horny and desperate and most likely in denial of their issues. At one point that may have even been Till. Nothing that matters in the grand scheme of things. Hearing Till speak of the horrors he encounters is upsetting and slightly amusing, sure, but passable.
Then he mentions the hostility, and Ivan’s concern grows. Then the staring, which puts the nail in the coffin.
Ivan is observant, he’s heard the way Till will excuse himself to change or go to the bathroom and his roommate will stop talking so loud over call. Sometimes they’ll be on facetime and he’ll catch the man looking Till’s way. On one rare occasion, he overheard him calling Till ‘really skinny, but he has nice muscles’ to a friend. He was drunk, and followed his statement up with ‘no homo, dude’.
Except it is. Ivan would know because that’s exactly what he is, a flaming homosexual. The only difference between Ivan and this scum is that Till’s roommate has a crush named Till and what Ivan has is a gorgeous boyfriend named Till.
Ivan decides that he’s been patient enough. Some people need to have a taste of their own medicine. They also need to get the memo that Till is in love with Ivan and a lowly life form like this will never satisfy his boyfriend the way Ivan does. Ivan has to eradicate this fool’s crush and help him understand ogling Till when he thinks Ivan isn’t aware is going to lead to dire consequences.
“Ivan, are you going to move,” Till asks him, breathless and impatient. Ivan smothers him in a kiss, rocking his hips gently into his boyfriend. Till moans, clenching down and, yeah, Ivan may not last very long.
That’s okay. The plan never included a stop, Ivan came with the intent to go all night and make sure Till would be loved until he blacks out.
The first round is frantic. It starts sweet and then quickly becomes desperate, Till clawing at his shoulders and back and sucking in Ivan’s cock greedily, like he’ll never have it again. Ivan comes inside for a very long time.
The second round has Till’s legs hitched up in a mating press, Ivan pistoning into him with complete accuracy. Till is babbling I love you, I love you, I love you, over and over.
It goes like that. Till in his lap, Ivan eating him out, sideways with Ivan spooning him, lazily in missionary again, and so on. Ivan loses count after three rounds.
Till would be spent and worn out, asking to stop for the night at this point, but the two of them have a lot to make up for. Somewhere late into the session has Till on his stomach, Ivan biting his neck and holding him up so he could feel every inch.
This may very well be the loudest Till has been yet, stifling his sounds into his pillow, arching his back in that way that makes Ivan want to get him pregnant.
Till looks so flushed, his smooth skin glistening with sweat. There’s a line of drool matting the casing of his pillow and he never gives up in his mission to meet Ivan’s thrusts despite being a hair away from never being able to walk again.
“Till, let’s get married,” he blurts out. It was supposed to be said next year but there’s no time like the present. Till is on the edge of losing consciousness but he manages to register Ivan’s words. His breath hitches, he lets out a mmgh, and then seems to tighten.
Ivan cannot imagine falling in love with anyone else. Till is his one and only. He loves Till so much in every moment, but especially in moments like these, fucked out and intimate and having the time of his life.
Ivan feels himself rapidly reaching the edge. He reaches down, feeling Till’s slick cock dripping onto the mattress. Till is crying openly now, somehow arching up further. Ivan’s sure his own moans are cresting nearby, and no matter how many times Till likes to say he’s disgusting he knows that Ivan’s sounds draw him in like bees to honey.
He’s honestly forgotten all about Till’s roommate when the door opens. Too caught up in his own pleasure to realize, Till comes on Ivan’s cock with what is the sluttiest moan to grace the earth. Mouth wide open with spit, eyes fluttering dangerously.
It was supposed to be with more tact, something like, oh hey, as he’s slamming Till into the sheets. But all Ivan can do is spill into his lover with pure adoration, barely registering Taejun burning up like an asteroid and apologizing before leaving.
Till is hazy and glassy-eyed, face finally meeting Ivan’s. Ivan is going to have to give him a new pillow but he will definitely be taking that one for himself. “What… did someone…?”
Ivan shushes him with a kiss. “Nothing. Let’s sleep, Till.”
Till murmurs something incoherent and then a small, love you, before passing out. Ivan thinks to himself, mission accomplished, and drifts off into slumber with Till snoring softly in his arms.