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“You’ve been staring at the mold spot on that bread for the past 20 minutes. Can you throw it out already.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes from the kitchen counter.
“But it's grown so fast, there are so many organisms on this one piece of bread.” Minho mumbles, twisting the slice around and bringing it impossibly close to his face.
“Maybe you should eat it. You could do with an organism.” Hyunjin laughs.
“I think the word you are looking for is orgasms Hyunjin.” Seungmin chokes out, swallowing his coffee in one gulp.
“You are both wrong. I have enough organisms.” Minho smiles, placing the bread into the bin and grabbing out a fresh slice from the new loaf Hyunjin had placed in front of him.
“Just not enough Orgasms. ” Hyunjin smirks.
“Why would I want to waste my time on orgasms when science exists? I could be finding the next big scientific breakthrough you know?” Minho pops the toaster switch down.
Seungmin sighs. “Such a fucking nerd.”
Hyunjin nods in agreement. “Your ‘big scientific breakthrough’... that you are going to find on a slice of bread?”
Science was damn right fascinating… Minho didn't believe in what could have been, he was a facts and figures kind of guy, who saw the world through a microscopic lense and the billions of tiny particles that made up its matter.
“Anyways.” Minho sighs, buttering his toast. “Jeongin said something about quiz night?”
Seungmin shot Hyunjin a knowing look, Minho caught it, not that he had any clue what Seungmin was thinking anyway.
“Oh! Yes, Friday night, did you want to go? There will be us three and Jeongin.Its general knowledge.” Hyunjin stands from the breakfast table, splashing his plate with water before placing it on the draining board.
“That's not cleaning your plate Hyunjin.” Minho rolls his eyes. “Yeah quiz night sounds good.”
“I rinsed it!! It only had bread on it.” Hyunjin shrugs.
“And what did we learn from the mold? That plate will be moldy soon.” Minho pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
“Ok Einstein.” Hyunjin sighs.
“I’m surprised you even know who Einstein is.” Minho snorts.
“Of course he knows who Einstein is, you don't shut up about him.” Seungmin rolls his eyes.
“Well. he is the most famous scientist of the 20th cen-”
“Thats my cue to leave.” Seungmin sighs as he begins to tug on his coat.
“Dont forget, friday 6pm! The red lion.” Hyunjin calls as he starts to unlock the front door.
“Yeah yeah.” Seungmin shouts back.
Quiz night sounds great, and honestly when there's a prize involved, Minho is always willing to flaunt his expertise.
⚯
Friday daytime passes quickly, in all honesty half of the day was spent with Minho reading about Einstein… He has to get his information from somewhere to annoy Seungmin, after all. The real issue is, when 5pm rolls around, Hyunjin still isn't home.
Minho picks up his phone and sends a quick text into their group chat.
Minho 5:05 pm - Where are you?? Aren’t we meant to be leaving in an hour?
Jeongin 5:07pm - Hyunjin said he was popping out before we went. We will meet you there 🙂
Great, now Minho has to pick his own outfit, and make his own travel arrangements. Screw Hyunjin for having more friends than he does.
Picking up his phone and dialing a local cab, he rummages through his wardrobe with his free hand, coathanger after coathanger haphazardly sliding across the expanse of the pole before he reaches out and grabs his favourite cardigan and a white button up.
“That’ll do.” he sighs as he tugs it onto his head. His hair is brushed into a neat middle parting on his head, his blue denim jeans paired with his pink cardigan and of course, chelsea boots on his feet… they are his ‘going out’ boots after all.
He quickly locks the door behind him and makes his way to the awaiting car, shooting Hyunjin a quick text to say he has left.
⚯
The bar comes into view around a mere 15 minutes later. It's a small place, seemingly intimate, red paint covering the brick which is lit up by neon lights on the outside of the windows and rainbow flags dangling from where they have been half arsed nailed to the wall.
Minho hangs around outside for a while, waiting for Hyunjin and the rest of the group to show up.
10 minutes later and Minho is checking his watch in a panic… they're going to miss this quiz, then Minho would have no prize, he would have dressed up for no reason. And it would all be Hyunjin's fault!
The cold air nips at his nose and so he decides to go and find a table for the group.it's not too busy, small groups of people sit among the tables that are positioned around the dance floor in a semi circle.
He glances at an empty one just off to the side and makes his way over, sliding himself into the seat and tapping his fingers away at the table.
Another 5 minutes pass with not so much as a murmur from the group chat.
Just as he is about to lose it, his phone vibrates from his pocket. He picks it out and unlocks the notification.
Hyunjin 5:57PM - So sorry Hyung, something popped up. Going to have to cancel.
Minho huffs as he starts typing out a message to the group chat. Which before he can send, vibrates again.
Jeongin 5:58PM - yeah us too, Seungmin isn't feeling well. Gonna stay and keep an eye on him.
Minho 5:58PM - since when have you ever cared about seungmin feeling well??? Fuck you all.
He pockets his phone and glances at the table in front of him. Money down on a pricey cab on a Friday evening and dressed in his best ‘going out’ attire. Fuck it. He’s here to win this damn prize.
A dull thrum of what sounds like club music plays through the speaker in the corner, loud enough to be heard over the chatter that fills the room, but not too loud that it makes Minhos focus falter. He watches as people make their way to the bar for drinks. Some of them over dressed for a typical quiz night he thinks, but to each their own.
As he watches a taller man approach the DJ booth with a mic in hand he is pulled from his thoughts by a very friendly waiter.
“Hi sir! Are you here for the quiz?” The young man asks.
“Oh, yes.. I was waiting on friends but they cancelled.”
The man's face frowns as he searches the room.
“I don't think you’ll do very well against 8 groups on your own. Come with me!”
“Ha! You clearly know nothing about me. I'm top tier at general knowledge actually.”
“Hm, I bet. But I don't have enough papers printed to give you one on your own. Come!”
Minho sighs as he stands from his chair and follows the younger man to a table on the other side of the dance floor.
As he waits patiently behind the waiter he overhears the faint mutter of conversation. But he doesn't listen in.
“I found someone you can team up with sir, no problem at all.”
“Oh thats really ok, i dont wish to t-”
“HELLOOOOO RED LION!!!” Minhos sentence is cut off by the man at the dj booth shouting into the microphone. “Take your seats and get those drinks in as we are about to start our Friday evening quiz.”
Minho rolls his eyes before glancing back towards the waiter who has seemingly disappeared. Instead, sitting at the table in front of him sits a younger man, glasses framing his wide brown eyes as he glances up at Minho, his fingers twizzle a pen and he coughs.
“You can sit, it's fine.”
Minho does.
“I really don’t need help, I would have been fine alone.” Minho says once he's finally settled into the chair next to the younger man.
“So would i.” The man says.
Minho scans his face a little… he's not being sarcastic and overall he looks like he would be pretty smart.
“My friends ditched me.” Minho shrugs.
“Mhm, Same here.” The man speaks back. “This is silly, I'll just leave.”
Minho sits up straighter, maybe he was being standoffish. “No, you don't need to do that. What about if we work together? Not that I need the help but.”
The man sits back down, tucking his chair under the table once more. “Neither do I.”
“Split the prize then?” Minho raises his eyebrow.
“Sure.” The man nods. “Im Jisung by the way.”
“Minho.” Minho manages before a loud voice plays over the speakers again.
“Ok everyone! First things first, welcome to quiz night with me your host - The silver fox!”
Minho’s lip curls into a smirk. “Thats not a real name.”
Jisung shakes his head in agreement. “Definitely not.”
The silver fox speaks again. “Right you lovely lot, i want you to jot down your team name at the top of your paper. Be creative!!”
Jisung glances at Minho…
“Dont look at me, I'm not good with creative stuff. Why don't we just put our names?”
“Minho and Jisung? That's boring.” Jisung frowns. “What about Jinho?”
Minho furrows his brows. “Sounds strange.”
“Wait, what about Minsung?” Jisung smiles.
Cute. Minho thinks.
“Sure, Minsung it is… what does it mean?”
Jisung pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Well.. it's the first syllable of your name, Min… and the last syllable of mine, Sung.”
“Creative.” Minho nods, rutting out his bottom lip.
Jisung slides the paper in front of him and clicks his pen down onto the table. “Ill write the answers.”
Minho doesn’t say anything to that, his handwriting isn't the best and he's sure that if Jisung was to try and read it he’d be taking part in 2 quizzes.. The pub one and a game of ‘Guess what this says’.
The host speaks again, something about finalising the questions. As the waiter approaches the table again, he places two pink coloured drinks on the table in front of them, both sporting green umbrellas and a slice of lime.
“Drinks, as you both got stood up. Enjoy.” The waiter winks as he leaves quickly.
Minho glances down at the drink, before pinching the lime in between his thumb and forefinger. He brings the straw to his mouth and takes a quick sip. Jisung watches him intently, letting out a laugh when Minhos face screws into one of clear displeasure.
“Sour!” Minho gulps.
Jisung brings his drink up to his own mouth now and takes a big sip. “Mmm! It's nice!’ He smiles
And Minho thinks he must have no taste buds. Or at least not any working ones.
“Ok everyone, it's time for the first question! Put your thinking hats on.”
And with that, Minho and Jisung's focus is back on the paper in front of them. ‘Minsung.’ scrawled out in blue ink at the top of the page.
“Question one, Is General knowledge. And this one is all about the body!” The silver fox winks. “Which is the largest organ in the human body?”
Jisung is audibly excitable. “Oh! I know this its the liv-”
“The skin.” Minho interrupts.
“What?”
“Its the skin.” Minho repeats. “The liver is the second largest.”
Jisung hums. And jots down 1) Skin.
“Question number two. What part of a cell contains the genetic material.”
Minho taps his finger on the paper. “The nucleus.” He whispers.
Jisung hums again before jotting down 2) The nucleus.
And so the night continues. Jisung doesn't contribute much to the first round of questions. But if his face is anything to go by, he seems pretty impressed by how much Minho seems to know.
The tables turn when the second round of questions come.
“Round number two. This one is all about our furry and feathery friends! Animals and nature.”
Jisung sighs. “Not all of them have feathers or are furry but sure.” He mutters under his breath.
Minho laughs a little and takes another sip of his drink he has left untouched since the first taste. It's still sour.
“First question. How many hearts does an octopus have!”
Minho breathes through his nose, leaning into Jisung's side. “8.”
Jisung pulls back to look at him with an astonished expression. “What?”
“8.” Minho repeats.
“Why 8?”
“What do you mean why 8? Why do they have 8 tentacles?”
Jisung snorts a laugh. “First off they aren't tentacles, they are arms, tentacles are more flexible and they only have suckers on the tips whereas an octopus’ arms have them all along and they're a lot more rigid. Secondly, they use them for sooo many things, like moving around, grasping things and feeding.”
Minho’s mouth hangs open in awe. “Right. Yeah.”
“Anyway, the answer is three.” Jisung sighs as he jots down 11) Three hearts.
Minho stares at Jisung as the host asks the next question. He doesn't quite hear it, almost zoning out watching the stranger in a sense of awe.
“Ah easy!” Jisung laughs. Glancing at Minho. “Garden snail.”
Minho doesn't say anything. Instead he just nods in agreement.
“It's crazy really, imagine having 14000 teeth in such a tiny body! Of course they're not really teeth. They're like a conveyor belt, it's so fascinating.” Jisung continues as he starts jotting down his answer on the paper again.
Minho tilts his head as he listens to Jisung yap. Jisung is… well, smart first of all, but Minho finds him intriguing. It's not often he would sit and listen to someone talk his ear off about something they clearly have an interest in, but somehow he finds himself taking in every word as if he is gaining new knowledge.
Their night continues the same, Minho blurting out answers to science related questions, with Jisung picking up nature and animal related questions. Both of them nodding and smiling brightly at the other when they quickly answer the question before the other can chime in. They fall into a comfortable rhythm, Minho learning a lot more than he bargained for about animals and sharing some science knowledge in return, which Jisung listens intensely to with his chin propped onto his hand.
“And that is your last question!” The silver fox cheers as the music picks back up. “Someone will come around and collect your answers shortly. And then, the winner will be revealed!”
Minho finds himself glancing at Jisung as he gathers their answers and props them on the end of the table to be collected.
“My friend Felix invited me… Then something popped up.” Jisung shrugs when the silence gets a little too loud between them.
“Yeah, the same thing happened to me. I don't usually come out on my own.” Minho laughs a little.
“Me neither.” Jisung adds. “Although, it's been pretty fun.”
Minho smiles wide. “I agree. It was a pleasant surprise Jisung. Thank you.”
Jisung smiles back. “You too Minho-ssi.”
Minho waves his hand in the air as if to brush off the formality. “Please Jisung, call me Hyung.”
“Ah, Ok!.” Jisung nods. “Pretty good science knowledge you have by the way. I'm way too slow to pick up on those kinds of things.”
“Oh my god no, your animal knowledge is insane.” Minho shakes his head.
“Too many documentaries.” Jisung chuckles slowly.
Just as the pair are about to continue their conversation, The host speaks again.
“Ok everyone the results are in!!!” He shouts down the mic. “In 3rd place we haveeeee drum roll please! 2 fast 2 bicurious.”
The crowd claps, a chorus of whoops and cheers. Jisung and Minho look at each other in a strange acknowledgement of the team name.
“Coming in Second, with a whopping score of 39/40, is! Drum roll please, Cuck crew.”
Minho spits out a laugh. “Where do people think of these team names?!”
Jisung shrugs back.
“And coming in first place with a huge 40 questions. Not a single answer is wrong. Is drum roll pleaseeeee.”
Echoes and cheers fill the room, the crowd stamping their feet on the floor, Jisung joins in and Minho laughs a little at him.
“MINSUNG!!!” The host cheers.
Jisung looks at Minho with a knowing glare. “Of course.”
“Come up and claim your prize Minsung!” The host shouts again.
Minho and Jisung both stand from their chairs. “Oh, you go.” Minho gestures to the stage.
“No, no you go!” Jisung gestures back.
“Both of you can come over.” The host speaks. “Dont be shy!”
Jisung looks at Minho before they both begin to make their way over to the stage.
“Young love hey!” The host whispers into the mic.
Oh…
The host places a bottle of champagne into Jisung hands and hands Minho a wrapped box.
“I'd open that once you leave if i was you.” The host whispers, nudging Minhos shoulder.
Minho smiles up at him and glances down at the box, before turning his attention to Jisung.
“Give it up for the winning couple!!!” The silver fox shouts.
“Oh, No we arent-” Minho tries but his voice is drowned out by the whooping and cheering from the crowd.
Instead, he glances at Jisung again, who has a red flush coating his cheeks.
The pair make their way back to the table with the bottle of champagne and The mystery box in hand, And Minho is a little deflated that his night is over, he’s had a good time overall at the quiz, the winning helped and well, Jisung.
“So! How do you want to split this?” He gestures to the prizes.
“Urm, i- Im not sure.” Jisung shrugs.
“I’m not a big drinker so you can take that if you want? I'll take the box.” Minho suggests.
“Wait, there could be something way cooler than champagne in that box! No can do.” Jisung shakes his head.
“Then we should open-”
“Do you want to come back to mine?”
They both speak at the same time.
“We could share the champagne? And open the mystery box?” Jisung continues.
Minho looks at him with a surprised expression. “Oh… Sure, I'm not in a rush to get back.” He figures Jisung certainly isn't a murderer who's going to kill him. He's just a little, well… quirky?
Jisung's chest relaxes. “Ok, Yeah… It's only a short walk back, My roommate isn't back tonight considering the text, so you don't have to be faced with any more strangers at least.”
“Ok” Minho nods. “Maybe we could get some food? I'm kind of hungry.”
“It's the brain working overdrive… Builds up hunger.” Jisung laughs.
“I thought you didn't know science?” Minho asks, confused.
“Ha, I don't, You’re funny though.”
Minho furrows his brows for the third time tonight. “Jisung, that is science actually… The brain heavily relies on glucose for fuel, hence stimulating hunger and lower energy levels.”
Jisung looks at him in awe. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Minho smiles.
“I learned something else then I guess. Does ramen sound good?”
Minho nods in earnest. “Ramen sounds great.”
⚯
Jisungs house is only a short walk from the bar, which of course Minho is relieved with. On route the two grab ramen and snacks, and walk together in a strange but comfortable silence.
Minho watches Jisung at times, as they walk. There is just something about him that Minho finds intriguing, something not quite like the same as when he finds other things intriguing. Minho rarely finds interest in people, Hyunjin, Seungmin and Jeongin even irritate him at times, but of course he can't live life completely alone… so he makes do with them. They’re his chosen family. But Jisung? He’s only known for 2 hours yet Minho feels strangely comfortable.
“So this is mine.” Jisung points out an apartment building up ahead, bringing Minho out of his thoughts.
“Ah, ok… lead the way.”
⚯
Stepping into Jisung's house feels somewhat comfortable… More shocking than that though is the huge kitchen that looks like it belongs in a showroom, the neutral decor with splashes of colour dotted around, and his array of fluffy blankets folded neatly on the corner of the couch.
“Make yourself at home.” Jisung gestures to the sofa. “Ill get some glasses and fix up our ramen?” He almost asks.
“Sure.” Minho replies, stepping out of his shoes and placing them neatly by the front door, before making his way to the front room.
He sits as he waits for Jisung to come back, eyeing up the photo shelf that adorns one side wall, although without standing and actually getting closer (which would make him look an absolute weirdo) he can't make them out clearly. Instead, he attempts to squint through his glasses.
“Glasses!” Jisung announces as he walks back into the room, taking a seat across from Minho and placing the champagne flutes onto the coffee table in front of them.
Jisung lifts the champagne bottle and eyes it suspiciously. His hands grip around the top as he tries to pry it open.
Minho watches with a puzzled expression. “What are you doing?”
“O-opening it.” Jisung grunts as he tries once more to pull open the bottle.
“Give it to me!” Minho gestures. Jisung passes him the bottle as Jisung watches on.
Taking off the foil wrap from the top he waves it in Jisung's direction.
He then holds the metal plaque and twists it in his fingers, loosening the grip on the top of the bottle when Jisung speaks again.
“I don't see why they have to have so many layers.” He rolls his eyes.
“Because, the gasses in champagne Jisung.” Jisung furrows his brows. Minho continues. “ A cork has to seal in the gasses for the champagne to keep its quality. Then the plaque… the silver top, makes sure it stays in place, the pressure is stupid high so there has to be more than one layer.”
Jisung nods, taking the bottle back from Minho once the bottle is finally open. “Yeah, no I know.”
He definitely doesn't know.
Jisung passes Minho the champagne flute after he's poured a fair amount in, Minho takes it and sips.
“Mm, pretty good.” He hums.
Jisung leaves the room again and comes back with 2 ramen cups in his hands, he hands one to Minho and places one on his own lap. Grabbing the tv remote and flicking to a nature documentary that's already half watched.
Minho doesn't pay too much attention to it, more so his attention is on the way the man's cheeks seem to store food, maybe his is a squirrel hidden in a mans body.
Once their ramen is finished and half their glasses are empty Minho sighs in content. “That was nice! Thankyou Jisung.”
Jisung shifts slightly. “Yeah… so, shall we erm, open the box?”
“Oh… oh yeah sorry!” Minho fidgets, somehow he forgot what they even came here for in the first place.
He grabs the box from the side of the sofa and places it on the coffee table, ripping off the sealed tag and sliding off the lid.
Sat inside the box on a bed of tissue paper is a single bar of chocolate. Pink foil with a black wrapper.
“Is that it?” Minho sighs. “You should have just kept the bottle of champagne.”
Jisung laughs a little, grabbing the chocolate from the box and ripping open the packet. “Na, i like chocolate.”
He takes 4 squares straight into his mouth, Minho watches his cheeks stuff with the sweet before he glances down.
“Oh, there's a little card!” He picks it out as Jisung hums through chews. “It says, Boost your se-“ he stops reading. “Jisung, I'd probably not eat that.”
Jisung swallows the last mouthful before he hums in question. “Why? Am I poisoned?!?!"
Minho glances at him and the worried expression sitting on the other man's face earns a little giggle. “What? No you aren't poisoned, it says erm..” he coughs. “Boost your sexual happiness with our new recipe, designed to help boost libido, reduce stress and increase blood flow.” He manages to get through the whole sentence without glancing at Jisung.. but when he does?
Jisung sits wide eyed behind the roundness of his glasses, chocolate remnants on the corner of his mouth. “Erm.. oh.” He manages.
Minho bursts into a fit of laughter. “Your eyes are so wide right now, you look like a damn bug!”
“I- I don't want to increase my libido.” Jisung mutters.
Minho shrugs, taking the chocolate from Jisung hands and breaking off a line for himself. “Hm, I never believed in them anyway, there's no way scientifically that chocolate could work like that. Is it at least good?” He asks, holding the chocolate to his nose and sniffing.
“Oh, yeah no, neither did I.” Jisung nods enthusiastically. “It's not bad. Like raspberry flavoured.” He tacks on to the end.
Minho hums, popping the chocolate into his mouth.
⚯
It's been around 15 minutes since the pair had finished their glasses of champagne and over half of the bar of chocolate when Jisung picks up the box to take it to the trash. There's a rolling sound inside and he glances at Minho.
“Oh! There's more!!” He says excitedly. Placing the box back down.
Minho leans in, lifting up the pink tissue paper.
Underneath, hidden away by said paper, sits a bottle of cherry flavoured lube ‘maximum pleasure’ stamped across the label. And 3 rainbow condoms.
Minho clears his throat. “Oh, well, that explains the flags. I should have known it was a gay bar as soon as I stepped inside, there was no way that many pretty men wanted to do a pub quiz.”
Jisung cheeks are bright red, he fidgets a little bit, his eyes glued to the box before he glances up at Minho quickly. “Sorry, i erm, im just gonna use the bathroom really quick.”
And with that, he's gone.
Minho lifts the lube, reading the description on the side absent mindedly as he waits for Jisung to return. He's not a stranger to boxes of lube... he lives with Hyunjin after all, who apparently has no idea of privacy. After a short while Minho gets up from the sofa and strolls down the hall, reaching the only door that's closed, which he guesses is the bathroom.
He taps twice. “Jisung, is everything ok?”
He hears a clatter, like something dropped to the floor before Jisung shouts back.
“Erm — yeah no everything is fine, s-sorry!”
He sounds out of breath, Minho worries a little.
“Are you sure? You kind of sound out of breath.” He replies, stating the obvious.
“N-no, not out of breath, just erm… cleaning!” Jisung winces.
Cleaning?? When he has a guest over… unusual.
“Really? Jisung is there anything i can do to help, i know we dont know eachother very well but if you arent feeling well i can get you some medicine or i coul-“
Minho is cut off by the door swinging open.
Jisung stands in front of him now, his hair is damp with sweat and his cheeks are flushed. His glasses were slightly fogged by the temperature of his own breath. His too big hoodie wrapped around his waist. “Im fine.”
Minho raises his eyebrows. “You look like you ran a marathon.”
Jisung bites his lip nervously. “How do you feel?” He asks.
“Me?” Minho points to himself. “I feel good, why? What's wrong?”
“That's good.” Jisung nods quickly. “Lets sit.” He pushes his way past Minho and back to sit on the opposite end of the sofa, places a pillow over his lap and buries himself into the corner of the couch.
Minho is so confused.
Breaking the silence.. is that what they call it? Whatever it's called, Minho attempts it anyway.
“Funny wasn't it, they thought we were together!” He laughs, pouring them both another glass of champagne.
Jisung barks out a fake ‘HA’
Minho snaps his head round to look at him. His cheeks are still bright red. He passes Jisung the glass and then sits back on the sofa himself. Gestures to the box before he speaks again. “Lube looks pretty expensive though, their loss!”
Jisung’s mouth hangs open. “H-how do you know it's expensive?”
“Oh, My friend Hyunjin leaves his parcels lying around the house all the time… I've seen plenty of lube in my day.”
Jisung's mouth is still open when Minho turns to look at him.
“I'm not you know, easy or anything!!” He defends. “Quite the opposite actually.”
Jisung just stares at him. “What is the opposite of easy?”
Minho stares at his glass as if with the right mindset it would shatter to a thousand pieces before he speaks again. “A virgin?” He shrugs.
“Oh?” Jisung speaks. “Erm, yeah me too.”
Minho looks at Jisung, like… really looks at him now, Jisung is a good looking guy, objectively so. He’s smart, annoyingly so actually, he holds conversation well, or at least about his interests. His bottom lip is full and his smile is heart shaped and his brown hair looks cute when he pushes it back out of his face. His skin is golden as if kissed by the sun itself and his eyes are big and round and hypothetically Minho thinks he would definitely sleep with Jisung. Hypothetically. And shit, he’s really getting ahead of himself.
Jisung snaps him out of his thoughts. “Why are you looking at me like that?” His voice is lower than before, raspy almost, Minho isn't sure as to why.
“Oh, i, I just can't believe you're a virgin… You’re a very attractive man Jisung.” Minho shrugs. It's not unusual for him to compliment his friends, the issue is, Jisung isn't a friend.
Jisung’s eyes widen. “You, what? You… but you are one too!”
Minho laughs a little, takes another sip of his drink. “Yeah.”
“And you are hot!” Jisung blurts out. Before rubbing a finger on his nose… almost shy.
“Ha thanks Jisung.” Minho smirks. “I have been told.”
“Hm”
“Lucky you for letting all those people think I'm your boyfriend then!” He laughs, gaze setting upon Jisung’s flushed face again.
He really does not look well. And honestly? Minhos feeling a little hot too, he slides off his jacket and places it on the back of the sofa.
“Jisung, really are you ok? You are bright red. Maybe you shouldn’t drink anymore.”
“It's not the drink.” Jisung interrupts, picking up his glass
and downing the rest of it.
Minho stares blankly. “Then what is it?”
Jisung audibly gulps. “I, I think the um, chocolate is working.”
A high pitched laugh comes out of Minhos mouth which he quickly apologises for. “Dont be silly.”
Jisung whines, dragging a hand down his own face before his eyes land on Minho again. “You don't feel anything right now?”
Minho shrugs. “Not really, just a little hot.”
“Then why, erm.. why are you?” Jisung stops mid sentence.
Minho looks at him with a confused expression.
Jisung gestures to Minhos lap, before curling in on himself tighter.
Minho looks down at his breath hitches when he takes in his own appearance, there's a slight bulge poking through the denim of his jeans that definitely was not there before.
“Oh my god.” He manages.
“It's really fine!” Jisung shakes his head. “It’s the chocolate.”
Minho scrambles to grab a fluffy blanket from the corner of the room, forcing it over his lap. “But you arent… you're not.”
“I, um, I am.” Jisung bites at his lower lip.
Something swoops in Minhos stomach.
“You are?” He questions. “Let me see!”
“What!!!!!” Jisung whines. “No!”
“I just want to know!” Minho whines back.
“You are not seeing my crotch right now.” Jisung whispers as if anyone can hear them.
“You saw mine.” Minho crossed his arms.
Jisung's face flashes with emotion… one of shock, then confusion and then finally? Sympathy.
“Ok, ok.. just, to make you feel less awkward.” He finally speaks.
Minho watches as he removes the pillow from his lap, his eyes drifting to the prominent bulge in Jisung's loose fitting cargo pants.
Fuck what was Minhos heart doing right now?? It wasn't the first time he's seen a dick, he watched porn, a lot actually. But in person? It's just different.
Jisung’s voice breaks his eye contact with his crotch. “You’re staring.”
“Oh, s-sorry.” Minho shakes his head, and somehow decides to remove the blanket from his own lap when Jisung leaves his lap uncovered.
And now they sit across from each other, cocks hard and cheeks flushed.
“Soooo.” Minho drags out the word.
“So.” Jisung mutters back.
“What were you doing in the bathroom?”
Jisung opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again.
“I feel like we have gotten to a level of comfortability at this point in Jisung. Were you jerking off?”
“Yah! No!” Jisung shouts.
Minho frowns. “Did it work? Because this is borderline painful right now.”
Jisung glances to Minhos cock, then maintains eye contact. “I, I don't know.”
“Jisung! I need to know if it helps.”
“I didn't finish.” Jisung breaks eye contact. “You interrupted me.”
Oh
“Oh.” Minho mutters. “I’m sorry.”
“It's fine.. it wasn't helping anyway.” Jisung shifts in his seat.
Minhos face is hot, his whole body on fire, he stares at Jisung who is clearly just as flustered. “I should probably leave.”
“What?” Jisung’s head shoots around.
“I should probably go?” Minho asks.
“What? No!! Help me!” Jisung whines.
Minho coughs… surely Jisung cannot be asking him to help him get off right now? No fucking way.
“What?”
“We need to research how to sort this out!”
Minho breathes out a puff of air. His chest finally relaxing. “Oh, oh yeah, we can do that.”
He pulls out his phone and Jisung does the same, both of them searching something along the lines of ‘how to get rid of an erection.’
Minho scrolls absent mindedly until he reaches an article about aphrodisiacs, he shuffles to the page about chocolate and begins to read.
His research however, does the opposite of help.
“Erm, Jisung.”
Jisung looks up from his phone. “Yeah?”
“So, it says here, aphrodisiac chocolate doesn’t have a direct link to sexual stimulation.” Minho chews his fingernail.
“What? Well of course it does! Look at us.” Jisung rolls his eyes.
Minho continues. “It says, it can boost mood and feel good hormones, but there is no evidence which links it to sexual stimulation, and more often than not any sexual stimulation is just down to the experience of eating the chocolate with someone in an intimate and comfortable setting.”
Jisung chokes on his last sip of champagne. “That can't be true.”
“I mean, hypothetically it can. We both admit we think each other are attractive, maybe our bodies just reacted like that.”
Jisung hums. “Maybe.”
Minho stares at him as he watches the gears turn in Jisung's mind, finally after a second too long he speaks again.
“Minho… it's kind of like animals!”
“What?” Minho furrows his brow.
“Well, when animals want to gain the attention or attraction of other animals, they court them… they build structures or release pheromones or show off kind of!” Jisung’s eyes are wide.
“But I wasn't trying to get your attention.” Minho hums.
“No, but you did anyway. The way you know about science, that's attractive. You are intelligent after all.” Jisung pretty much whispers.
Minho thinks it's probably a good time to be vulnerable a little too. “I mean, yeah I guess you and your animal yapping was kind of attractive too.”
Jisung smiles wide. “Really?!”
Minho nods back at him.
“One issue… we still don’t have a solution to our erm, problem.” Jisung glances around the room.
“Well, yeah. I honestly should probably go.” Minho speaks before his mind can comprehend the possibility that he could in theory… have sex with Jisung. Everyone has sex with attractive people. What are the odds that they ended up together, the odds that they won a shared prize which ended up being something that they clearly had to use together? Before he could grab his cardigan from the back of the chair however, Jisung reached out and placed a hand on his knee.
“We could, Help eachother?”
Minho pretty much died on the damn spot. “You aren't suggesting we-”
“Well, that depends.” Jisung removes his hand from Minhos knee and places it onto his own lap, starts picking the skin from around his fingernails.
“On what?” Minho’s mouth is dry, he needs another drink right now.
“Well, I erm, I'm a virgin because I mean, no-one's ever shown interest in me, and if they had I probably hadn't noticed to be honest.” Jisung chews at his lip.
“Oh.” Minho all but manages.
“What about you?” Jisung asks, hopeful.
“Me?”
Jisung nods.
“Oh, Well, i- i just never found anyone comfortable enough i guess… People are strange. I mean science isn't exactly a ‘hot’ topic, I barely meet new people and the ones I do know are all friends of mine who I wouldn't touch with a 10 ft pole.” Minho laughs a little.
“I think science is hot.” Jisung licks at his lip. It catches Minhos attention more than he would care to admit, is this what people feel when they want to sleep with someone? He wouldn't know but he's never quite felt the sensation that's filling his stomach with a need right now.
“I think nature is hot.” Minho shoots back, faking confidence.
Jisung smiles, wide.
“Do you think we should? You know… For nature?” He hums.
“I think it would make a lot more sense if we did it for science.” Minho hums back.
Jisung nods in agreement. “Yeah, sure… I mean. Yeah.”
Minho holds back a small giggle, Jisung is endearing. Painfully so.
“Do you mind if I just shower quickly? Jisung asks him after a second.
Minho gestures to the door. “Oh, yeah of course.”
Jisung smiles. Standing and adjusting the glasses on his nose, before making his way to the bathroom.
⚯
It really shouldn't be so easy, to fall into comfortability with someone as quickly as they both did, but for some reason ‘for science’ had made them both a lot more interested in the prospect of them having sex in the first place… Honestly, Minho knows he would get ripped to shreds from Hyunjin about this. He doesn't plan to tell him.
Jisung sits closer to Minho when he re-enters, he's dressed now in a loose shirt and a pair of oversized shorts. He smells like vanilla and coconut and Minho’s mouth is watering.
“So how do you want to start?” Jisung pouts. Nerves evident in his shaky voice.
“I think, maybe we should kiss? See if there is anything there first?” Minho suggests. Kissing… he can do that, he’s done that so many times before, he's also been told he's pretty good so this should be a walk in the park.
“Ok.” Jisung nods, he shuffles forwards on the couch towards Minho and lets out a shaky breath, closing his eyes as his chest rises and falls.
Up close, Minho watches his face. The light reflecting off the angles of his jaw and the roundness of his cheeks, a tiny mole placed over one which Minho kind of wants to kiss… his pouty lower lip that Minho laughs at himself about because it's the complete opposite of his own pouty upper lip.
Before Jisung can open his eyes, Minho leans in. Presses his lips to Jisungs.
Jisung leans into it, His lips parting slightly and a puff of air leaving his nose and fanning over Minhos upper lip. It's uncoordinated, Minhos glasses clank against the lense of Jisung's and he winces thinking he may have left a scratch, but he couldn't care less because he is actually kissing Jisung. Minho pulls back after a few seconds, and scans the younger's face for any signs of discomfort. All he gets is a wide eyed, blushed cheeked, squirrel looking glare.
“What?” Minho whispers. “Was that ok?”
Jisung watches as Minho lifts his hands and removes his glasses, places them down on the table in front of him. His eyesight is pretty much 20/20. He only ever wears them for reading anyway. Jisung visibly swallows.
“Ok?? What the hell. Please, can you kiss me again.” Jisung practically vibrates.
“Yeah.” is all Minho can manage before Jisung scoots closer, his thigh pushed up against Minhos crotch accidentally and his hands finding Minhos neck.
Their lips connect for the second time, and this time is different. Minho parts his lips slightly when Jisung's tongue darts out and pushes against his lip, it slips inside and twirls around Minhos own. The sensation better than any other kiss Minho thinks he has ever had the displeasure of experiencing, exploring Jisung's mouth feels like Minhos new favourite scientific experience.
Minhos body is on fire when Jisung's nails graze over the nape of his neck slightly as he lets out a small whine against Minhos mouth.
They pull away after another second. Heat flushed and mouths red.
“So scientifically-”
“I need us to have sex right now.” Jisung interrupts Minhos sentence.
Minho raises his eyebrows in shock. “What?”
Jisung lets his head fall back onto the couch cushion. “I know for a fact you are dying right now if you are feeling half the way I feel and I really really think I'll explode if we don't move on from kissing asap.”
Minho nods in agreement. “No. No you're right.. Shit are we really doing this?”
⚯
Jisung's bedroom is nice, low light emitting from a single lamp in the corner and making the room dark with a faint glow of orange. He’s sitting in Minhos lap now as they continue kissing, Minho thinks he could probably do this and his life would be absolutely fine. He doesn't need anything else, Just the feeling of Jisung in his lap, Jisung's warm mouth on his, His wet tongue licking into Minhos mouth.
Minho is painfully hard, still. It cannot have gone unnoticed by Jisung who involuntarily grinds slightly whenever he pushes their lips together again.
“Sung-ah.” Minho breathes out.
“Yeah?” Jisung replies after a second, just as breathless.
“Shall we?” Minho gestures for them to lie down.
“Yeah.” Jisung speaks again, before climbing out of Minhos lap and laying back against the headboard. “So, where do we erm, begin?”
Minho doesn't get a chance to speak because Jisung is already leaning in to kiss him again as Minho finds his own waistband and unbuttons his jeans, he manages to slide them down his thighs, Jisung pulls them off the rest of the way. The view of the tip of Minhos cock through the fabric is obscene, Jisung stares for a beat before he brushes a finger over the wet patch in his boxer shorts.
Minho hisses at the feeling but his pleasure is cut short when Jisung reaches for his phone and opens up a new tab.
“What are you doing?” Minho props himself up on his forearms.
“Research.” Jisung doesn’t look up from his phone.
“What?”
Jisung holds up a single finger, as if to say one minute and continues to stare at his screen.
“Ok, it says I need to stretch your asshole.” Jisung glances at Minho.
“What? Why mine!” Minho sits up straighter.
“Thats what it says.” Jisung repeats.
“Well, yeah but why not you?” Minho questions. Head tilted.
“I mean, we could do both?”
Minho kind of likes the sound. “Ok.”
Jisung locks his phone and throws it absentmindedly onto the floor before retrieving the lube from the box they had remembered to bring into the room. He pops the cap and squeezes a large amount onto his fingers.
“Arent you going to like, get naked?” Minho asks.
Jisung looks down at his own body. “Oh, yeah, sorry.” He grabs a wipe from his draw and wipes his fingers clean, pulls down his shorts and his cock springs free, glistening at the tip, flushed red and so so fucking hard.
“Oh!” Minho gasps.
“Oh, yeah I erm, I don't wear underwear at home, it's uncomfortable.” Jisung shrugs.
Minho nods in agreement. “Noted. Do you want me to take off mine?”
Jisung shakes his head, then crawls back onto the bed with just his shirt covering the top half of his body. “Ill do it.” He replies, his fingers brush over the waistband of Minhos boxer shorts as he hooks them underneath and slowly slides them down Minhos thighs.
“ Shit.” He mutters when minhos cock finally springs free.
“What?” Minho's questions panicked.
“You, erm… you're big, bigger than me.” Jisung glances around the room.
“Thanks?” Minho questions. “You have nothing to worry about, your cock is pretty.”
He internally cringes at himself… who on earth calls someones dick pretty???? Jisung however smiles like he has just won the lottery.
“Well, Thank you!”
Minho just nods as Jisung grabs the lube once again, squirting a generous amount onto the same two fingers as earlier and rubbing them together to warm it slightly, Minho reaches out to grab it afterwards, doing the same to two of his own.
“Ready? Jisung asks as Minho breathes in.
“Yeah, let's do it. For science.” He mutters.
“For science.” Jisung agrees.
Jisung straddles one of Minhos thighs, just slightly lower than his hip as Minho plants his one foot on the bed. From the angle, with Jisung leaning forward over the top of him, Minho can reach just under Jisung's thighs and Jisung's hand can reach between Minhos legs. It's perfect.
“Ok.” Jisung breathes out, pressing his forehead to Minhos.
Minho angles his head up and catches him in a light kiss, their mouths exploring each other as both of them find the other's ass cheek, rubbing a hand over the flesh there.
Minho shifts a little when he finds Jisung's rim. Presses a finger to it exploringly as Jisung nods against his mouth. Jisung finds him just after pressing firmly against the tight muscle. They both spend time just teasing the other, coating each other in lube.
Jisung is the first to press with a bit more insistence, his finger dipping in slightly as Minho lets his head fall back as it finally pushes inside. The stretch is so fucking good that he forgets all about his own fingers.
Jisung's fingers are skilled, Minho wonders how he got this good, he pushes in slowly before retreating again, his lips still pressed onto Minhos, breathing in the others slight moans. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Minho remembers exactly his own fingers and how they have forgottenly been pressed against Jisung's hole for however long Jisung has been inside of him. He slides one in slowly, Jisung's back arches into it and he lets out a long groan as he pushes back onto Minhos fingers.
After a short time of slight movements, Jisung's fingers grow more eager, he pulls back from a kiss and looks at Minho with wide eyes.
“Can we add another?” He asks.
Minho just nods, stares at Jisung's flushed face and imagines how flushed he must be also. He has no time to recollect his thoughts before Jisung pushes another finger past his rim.
“FUCK!” Minho whines out.
“You ok?” Jisung asks. Stilling his hand.
“Y-yeah, just feels erm, full?” Minho nods.
Jisung smiles, probably the cockiest smile Minho has seen, before he resumes his slow pace. Minho pushes a second finger into Jisung now, once again Jisung pushes back against it and takes the two fingers deeper like he is practiced in the art of fingering.
“Have you done this before?” Minhos voice is gravelly when he speaks. The only thoughts in his mind are the drag of Jisung's fingers inside of him.
“I finger myself, yeah.” Jisung smirks.
And Minho is going to lose his fucking mind. Jisung, lays on this exact bed, getting himself off? Shit.
Minhos fingers pick up their pace, fucking into Jisungs heat with urgency now, he needs to watch Jisung come undone on his fingers, he needs to hear Jisungs moans. He needs Jisung.
Jisung whines when Minho pushes in deeper, angling his fingers as if he knows what he’s doing. Jisung does the same in return and Minhos whole body shudders.
“Fuck!” Minho groans.
“There it is.” Jisung smiles, looking down at him.
“There what is?” Minho scrunches his face up.
“Shh, just let me.” Jisung doesnt finish his sentence, just curves his fingers again and Minho loses his fucking mind.
Small ‘ah’s escaping his parted lips and falling into Jisungs as their fingers simultaneously fuck into eachother.
The pressure in Minhos stomach is building fast, he knows he's close, the feeling all too familiar but with an added high.
“Sung-ah, I'm close.” He pants.
Jisung nods. “Me too baby.”
Baby?
Minho pulls out his fingers and Jisung whines at the loss.
“What are you doing?” Jisung frowns, his fingers slowing.
“Well, I'd like to actually get round to the sex part… id say we are both prepped enough now.” Minho scans the room, anxiously.
“Oh.” Jisung raises his eyebrows. “Yeah, yeah you're right.”
He pulls his fingers out slowly and Minho continues to look anywhere other than Jisung's face.
“Is that a dinosaur?” Minho questions when his eyes land on a small figurine in the corner of the desk.
“Y-yes?” Jisung replies.
“Cool.” Minho smiles.
Jisung looks startled, but happy. “You think they're cool?”
“Well, yeah.” He replies.
“Ok, now i really need to fuck you.” Jisung shifts from Minhos thigh, instead kneeling between his legs now.
“Who said I was bottoming?” Minho presses his palm to Jisung's chest.
Jisung stares at him. “But I thought.”
“You thought wrong Jisung.”
“Rock paper scissors?” Jisung proposes.
Such a nerd.
“Sure.” Minho agrees.
And so they count to three, Minhos hand lands on paper, Jisungs on rock.
“I win.” Minho smirks. “Lie down pretty boy.”
Jisung hides his face in his hands, shivers a little at the pet name and shifts to lie down against the pillows at the head of his bed while Minho tears open a condom and rolls it down his sensitive length.
“You ready?” Minho asks once he has positioned himself between Jisung's legs, from here he notices the black ink adorning the younger's hip. “Is that… is that a tattoo?”
Jisung looks down at his own hip. “Oh, yeah! I have two.”
Minho might cum here and now.
His hands slide up the expanse of Jisung's thighs and grab at the seam of his shirt, Jisung pushes himself up to sit as Minho slides it over his head.
“ Fuck. ” Minho breathes once Jisung's torso is in his line of sight. “You are so fucking pretty.”
Jisung isn't big, in any way, but his shirt has definitely been hiding a sculpted body underneath. His chest is broad, round and firm… his stomach is toned, a sliver of abs showing whenever he tenses slightly, his hip bones jutting out, a perfect place for Minho to position his hands. Blank ink covers one side of his chest and the expanse of his side from below his armpit to just above his thigh.
“Can I see you?” Jisung mumbles. His hand reaching for the button of Minhos shirt.
And suddenly Minho feels too seen. Objectively he knows he is good looking, but seeing Jisung laying underneath him sends a zap of anxiety through him. “Erm, yeah.”
Jisung undoes button by button teasingly slow, when he gets to the last one, Minho wiggles the shirt from off his shoulders and throws it to the floor.
“God, look at you.” Jisung’s eyes rake over his body, landing on his shoulders before trailing down his chest and to his soft stomach. “You’re perfect.” He lets out a laugh as his hands roam the expanse of Minhos stomach, he squeezes slightly before his gaze meets Minhos. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
Minho swallows the lump in his throat. “Yeah. Fuck yeah, i am.”
Jisung lays back, parts his legs and brings them up to his chest. Minho stares at his perfectly round ass and really takes in the sight of Jisung laying, ready and waiting for him. He strokes his own cock a few times before shuffling forward on his knees, pressing the head of it towards Jisung's hole, and suddenly jisung stops him.
“Wait!”
Minho stills, moves himself back. “Are you ok?”
“Shit.. sorry, i didnt mean to be so abrupt. I need to just.” Jisung places a hand on his own chest and breathes in deep. “Are we actually doing this?”
“Jisung, we don't have to do anything.” Minho shakes his head.
Jisung shakes his head back. “No, no I want to, just.” He pauses. “We don't even know each other.”
Minho nods in agreement. “I know, Jisung we can stop, it's really ok. I'd rather you be comfortable for your first time.”
Jisung grips Minhos wrist. “My favourite colour is green, I don't like spicy food because it makes my mouth burn. My favourite dinosaur is a t-rex. I watch horror movies because I like being scared but I can only watch them if someone sleeps over afterwards. I write songs by the way, I grew up in Malaysia. I really like ice cream. OOH and I play the guitar.” He finally breathes out. “Ok. You can put it in now.”
Minho blinks down at him. Taking in everything Jisung just said, somehow he feels like he also needs to share. “My favourite colour is pink, i love spicy food but i only eat it when im alone as my friends dont like it too spicy so im good with either. T-rex is my favourite dinosaur too, raptors are close second. I don't mind horror movies but I prefer anime. I dance and I also box too. I have banana and yogurt for breakfast pretty much every morning. I grew up in Gimpo and I have 3 cats!”
Jisung’s eyes light up. “You have three cats?”
Minho smiles back at him. “You play guitar?”
They both nod at each other.
“Soonie, doongie and dori.” Minho speaks first.
“Acoustic and electric sometimes.” Jisung finishes.
“Feel better?” Minho rubs the skin of Jisung's calf.
Jisung nods. “Yeah. Now get to it.”
Minho smiles as he shuffles forward, presses his tip to jisungs entrance and finally pushes inside.
“ Fuck!” He hisses as the warmth envelopes his aching cock.
“ Ah, god.. you’re so big!” Jisung whines.
Minho watches with his mouth parted as he slides out of Jisung, the tip of his cock still safely nestled inside and slowly thrusts in again.
Jisung's back arches off the bed as his hands scramble to find Minhos shoulders. “Come here.”
Minho lowers himself down, planting his hands either side of Jisung's head as he thrusts slowly, pressure already building in his stomach from the sensation. Why has he never done this before?? There is probably no better feeling in the god damn world.
Jisung locks his legs around Minhos waist, pulling him deeper as he continues his steady pace. His lips find Minhos and as if instinctively, Minho opens up and lets Jisung's tongue in again.
“Harder.” Jisung whispers into Minhos mouth after a second. Minho nods, before lifting a hand and pulling Jisung's glasses off his nose.
“M-minho.” Jisung stutters.
“Yeah beautiful?”
“I, I can't see you, I need to see you.” Jisung groans.
“Oh shit, sorry!” Minho laughs high pitched, sliding the glasses back onto his face.
“I usually wear contact lenses.” Jisung laughs back. “Anywaysssss”
And then, Minho does as he is asked, picking up his pace and sitting back on his haunches. His hands find the golden skin of Jisung's waist as he thrusts in with more power now, the familiar coil building in his stomach.
“Shit, Sungie. I'm gonna cum.” He pants between thrusts.
“Do it, give it to me Hyung.” The honorific rolls of Jisung's tongue like honey. And apparently Minho loses control.
His pushes Jisungs legs open and holds them still as he fucks into Jisungs heat, watches the way the sweat clings to Jisungs forehead and his hair sticks to it. Watches his chest heave, lets jisungs moans fill his ears and his cologne fill his nose. He leans forward and presses his lips to Jisungs again, tastes him, the faint linger of chocolate and champagne. Before he knows it Minhos body jerks forward and he is coming, still pressed inside of Jisung. His release shooting into the condom as his body shudders.
“Fuck! Shit oh my god.” He breathes as Jisung watches him with wide eyes.
Minho slows his breathing as he presses his forehead to Jisung's collar bone, Jisung's hands draw soothing circles into his back. After a moment he slides himself out, tugs off the condom and discards it into the bin next to Jisung's bed.
His eyes land on Jisung again, darting down and realising that shit… Jisung hasn’t finished.
He must notice as he is speaking before Minho is. “Dont worry about me.”
“No! Fuck.. im sorry, i just, you felt so good, you were so warm and i was so lost in you i just-“
“You were… lost? In me…” Jisung interrupts.
It must be the mixture of after orgasm bliss and champagne because Minhos next words leave his mouth involuntarily.
“Yes Jisung, you! You are so fucking hot, and i love your yapping and you seem to understand me and your quirky and different and why does this feel so strange and natural? Intuitive?” He rambles.
“God… Hyung, you're driving me crazy!” Jisung laughs.
“Fuck me.” Minho states.
“What?”
Minhos hand finds Jisung's cock, he grips it with need and strokes slowly, gathering the precum beading at the tip and coating Jisung's abs. “I want you to fuck me. Right now.”
“Minho, you just came.” Jisung counters, but his hips rut up into Minhos palm anyway, chasing the friction.
“I need it. I want, so bad.” Minho whines, letting go of Jisung's palm and lying next to Jisung on the bed.
Jisung watches intently. “Ok. Ok, yeah.”
Minho half expects Jisung to sit straight up and kneel between his legs, but instead he swivels Minho round until his back is flushed to his chest, spooning him. His breath fans over Minhos neck as his lips come to Minhos ear.
“You want it?” Jisung whispers, his voice low.
“Fuck, yes.” Minho nods aggressively.
“Ive got you.” Jisung whispers again.
All thoughts leave Minhos brain when he feels the tip of Jisung's cock breach his hole, the stretch is uncomfortable, but not painful, Jisung stills when he has finally pushed half of himself inside. Letting Minho adjust.
“Breathe baby.” Jisung whispers again.
Minho does, takes a deep breath, and on the exhale Jisung pushes in further. “Did you know dolphins are one of the other few mammals to have sex for pleasure?”
A laugh bubbles up in Minhos chest, he turns his head, crooks his neck to glare at Jisung. “Are you really telling me this now?”
“I thought you liked my yapping.” Jisung pouts. His hips retreating, the glide of his cock dragging against Minhos walls.
“P-pick ah a better time.” Minho moans.
“Ok, sure. You got me there.”
Jisung wraps a hand under Minhos head, letting him lay on his arm as his other hand reaches for Minhos thigh. He lifts his leg with ease, thank god Minho is a dancer and pretty damn flexible. He hooks his forearm underneath the back of Minhos knee holding his legs open as he slides back inside, the angle hitting deeper.
“Fuck!!!!!” Minho whines.
“God hyung, you’re so fucking flexible. Driving me insane.” Jisung pants against the back of his neck.
Minho wiggles his hips. “More Jisungie, i can take it i swear.”
“ Shit. Ok hyung.” Jisung manages. Then pauses. “Shit, Minho hyung. I forgot protection!”
Minhos body stills, a wave of panic flooding his system. “You’re definitely clean?”
Jisung nods vigorously behind him. “Y-yeah, never been with anyone else. I get tested every 3 months, the last one was about 2 weeks ago.” Always the overexplainer.
Minho breathes a sigh of relief. “Ok, so am I. I went with Hyunjin last week, he didn't want to go alone for some reason.”
“Ok.”
“Ok. You can continue, but please… don't be so gentle.”
The next thrust comes quickly, deeper, more for Jisung's pleasure than Minhos. He fucks into Minho as if its the last thing he will ever do. His hands leaving bruises or at least Minho hopes so, on the back of his thighs.
Minho can feel the sweat dripping between his back and Jisung’s chest. Jisungs broad fucking chest, his inked, honey skinned, sweaty fucking chest. He reaches back, grabbing Jisung's ass with one hand and pulling him closer, his other hand reaches to the arm Jisung has hooked around his thigh, he pulls it closer, pulling his leg further to his chest, and places Jisung's hand around his throat for a reason he's not quite sure of. Surprisingly His cock starts to fill out again.
“Cum in me Jisung.” He gasps as Jisung holds him in place.
“ Fuck hyung, you cant just say that.”
“I dont say things i dont ah mean.”
“ God!! Ok, shit im so fucking close. You feel so good.”
Jisung angles his hips a little and Minhos cock twitches at the sensation, the drag of Jisung's cock inside of him and Jisungs breath on his neck sends him hurling towards his second orgasm. He spills onto the sheets below him.
“Did you just — fuck hyung… you’re insane.”
“Please, shit Jisung please.”
Jisung’s hips become uncoordinated as he finally reaches his climax, he buries himself as deep as he can as his release fills Minho up. Minhos name spilling from his lips as his body shudders.
He lets Minho’s leg go after a minute, wraps his arms around Minhos torso and pulls him close, his breathing steadying out.
“How do you feel?” Minho asks him after a few minutes.
“Like a new man.” Jisung laughs a little.
“Me too sungie, me too.” Minho rubs his hand against Jisung's outer thigh.
Jisung's chest is still pressed to his back, his cock softening inside of Minhos ass.
“We should probably clean up.” Jisung suggests, placing a soft kiss to minhos shoulder.
“Yeah.” Minho breathes out.
⚯
Minho stands at Jisung's door, his cardigan folded neatly in his arms and his boots shoved back onto his feet. “So… scientifically, do you think this was successful?”
“Why are you speaking in code?” Jisung laughs, shoving Minhos chest. He's dressed in a dressing gown tied tightly around his waist, he looks so soft.
“Ok. Ok…. Would you maybe want to do this again sometime?” Minho shrugs, glancing at the floor.
“The sex? Orrrr.” Jisung smirks. “Of course I'd like to see you again, Hyung.”
“Same time next Friday?” Minho smiles brightly.
“Sure! But no gay bars.” Jisung laughs as he passes his phone over for Minho to type in his number.
“You’re invited to my house, I'll cook.” Minho smirks, passing his phone back.
“Cool. I'll see you in a week then.” Jisung places a small kiss to Minhos cheek.
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Hyunjin is sitting on the sofa when Minho arrives home, a blonde head poking out from under a blanket next to him. Curled into his side.
“Where the hell have you been?” He asks when Minho steps in and closes the door behind him.
“Fuck you Hyunjin. You sent me to a gay bar for a quiz!”
Hyunjin smirks knowingly. “You’re glowing. Did you erm, have fun?”
The blonde peaks out from the blanket… Minho thinks he looks like a fairy.
“This is Felix." Hyunjin introduced the blonde.
“Felix? Wait…” Minho replays his conversations for the evening over in his head, trying not to just think about the sex.
“Yeah, his friend actually went to the bar too, his name is Jisung?” Hyunjin smirks. “I take it you guys met from the look on your face.”
“I hate you.” Minho glares at them both.
“you’re welcomeeeeeee!” The pair sing-songs as Minho heads to his room.
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Jisung phone pings as he settles into his bed for the night, fresh sheets but somehow Minhos smell lingering on his pillow, he doesn't mind it at all. He lifts up his phone to see a notification.
T.Minhosaurus 🦖 11:32pm
Your friend's name is Felix, right?
Me 11:33pm
Yes… why? Also, why t.minhosaurus?
T.Minhosaurus 🦖 11:35pm
Jisung, I think my friend and your friend set us up.
T.Minhosaurus 🦖 11.35pm
And because it's your favourite dinosaur, duh.
Me 11:36pm
That doesn't surprise me in the slightest, but I'm happy they did. Also, cute! 😇
T.Minhosaurus 🦖 11:39pm
Neither am I.
Out of curiosity, what's your favourite ice cream flavour?
Me 11:42pm
Chocolate. Always.
T.Minhosaurus 🦖
Nice.
Just fyi. You are squirrel boy in my phone 😌see you friday!