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Heeseung pulls away, his grip on Jake’s waist tightening before he smooths his thumb in a prodding caress. The latter groans, the sound almost a whine, as he holds eye contact with the boy before him fully feeling how Heeseung’s gaze burns right through his soul.
“C’mon, Jake, open your mouth,” Heeseung urges, voice gentle but seductive in that velvety way it gets sometimes. Then he presses a quick kiss against the side of Jake’s lips, his hands slithering behind him to trap him in a loose embrace.
“No,” Jake says defiantly. He’s supposed to have said it with palpable acidity, given how he doesn’t like being ordered around, but the fire that had used to be inlaid so intimately in his voice is nowhere to be found. As if proving his point despite himself, he rather easily allows Heeseung to pull him flush against his body, drawing him further down so his ass could greet the lewdly obvious tent in Heeseung’s shorts.
But, well, even then maybe Heeseung has always been an exception. If it were some other person, Jake wouldn’t have even hesitated giving them a stink eye and a few good words at the very least — a broken nose, at the worst.
“Hyung,” he rasps, burning all over, caving in until his forehead is hidden in the crook of Heeseung’s neck. His arms automatically round the latter’s neck, caging Heeseung in a shaky embrace and pushing him further against the headboard of the latter’s bed.
“C’mon Jakey.” And then Heeseung starts grinding below him, effectively poking Jake’s ass with his rock hard dick and rendering him an aroused mess.
“C’mon, Jakey, hyung wants to kiss you.” Heeseung’s voice is telling of a smile. Jake supposes it could be a cruel one, teasing and partially unkind, but can’t fully mind when Heeseung’s palms start trailing down his back until they cup his ass and start kneading. And he knows Heeseung isn’t like that at all, no matter how haughty he sounds like now, if it’s not evident in the way Heeseung unconsciously rubs comforting circles on his back using his thumbs.
Still, inexplicably he follows Heeseung’s command and re-presents himself at a distance again, this time his mouth parted as he waits for Heeseung to take him. Which Heeseung does, with a smile, layering intimately against him and slipping his tongue inside Jake’s mouth to greet his and offer wet licks all the while he continues working their lower regions together.
It’s crazy. It’s all so insane — how he’s being driven to the brink of a premature orgasm by the hyung he’s best friends with; how Heeseung is grinding so roughly against him, with the sure intent of pleasuring both himself and Jake; and how they’re kissing like there’s no tomorrow when they’re both supposedly straight, in the first place.
But he can’t even bring himself to bother with the logistics of it all when Heeseung is doing so well, so incredibly well in driving Jake to an overwhelming state of hazy frenzy. Not even when this, whatever this is, is new uncharted territory they’ve instinctually decided to try and breach spontaneously; among others they shouldn’t have crossed. But for all the debauchery they’ve engaged in in succession after their first kiss, nobody has actually reached a point of creaming themselves because of the other.
They’ve always stopped, stuck to whatever ruined boundaries they’ve left untouched after their second kiss. It’s an unsaid agreement. Well — was.
Jake mindlessly wonders what went different now.
Maybe because they’re actually alone in the dorms and wouldn’t be faced with the possibility of being walked in on by the other boys? Maybe because, this time, Jake had willingly straddled Heeseung and had been the first one to initiate a kiss? Maybe because it’s the first time they’ve kissed again after two weeks of laying low with their new-found unusual past time activity?
Either way, whatever the reason may be, Jake feels like he’s going to come any moment now, what with his body acting more like as if it’s a huge bundle of pleasure nerves rather than anything else.
Speaking of which—
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—”
Jake nearly faints as he shudders through a mind-melting orgasm when Heeseung brings a palm over his shorts, right over the tent smack dab in the middle, and poking an enthusiastic finger over Jake’s bulge before running it blindly over where the tip is straining begging to be released.
He moans wantonly, nearly high-pitched and undeniably airy, around Heeseung’s tongue, almost crying at how good he feels as the knots in his stomach continue to untangle violently. It lasts for about an eternity, the pleasure coursing through his body, before he finishes with a heaved exhale.
“Hyung,” he mewls as he’s pulled away by Heeseung who looks at him with surprise evident in his eyes instead of the confusion and realization that should have been in its place; confusion as to why they’re doing this; realization that they’ve been grinding at each other and that Jake came because of him. But there’s none of it. Instead, Heeseung looks with wonder glimmering behind his gaze.
He burns from the intensity of the other boy and veers away from it, unbearably embarrassed at the way Heeseung drills inquisitive eyes through his. Unconsciously, Jake digs his hands where they’re anchored on Heeseung’s shoulders. He’s sure there’s a bit of force behind it but it doesn’t look like it bothers Heeseung to even a small extent.
Heeseung’s attention on him continues undeterred, him dipping his head down to follow Jake’s eyes.
“Holy shit.” Blown brown irises find Jake’s own, brimming with something dark and fond and sensual. “Did you come, Jakey?” He sounds raspy but alive, like he’s having the best field day of his life, and Jake nearly explodes at the nickname Heeseung calls him with.
It makes him feel small; makes him feel like he’s meant to be small; makes him feel like he’s meant to be wrapped in Heeseung’s arms while they do things like this.
Jake shudders as the idea simmers beneath his skin and flushes at the truth that makes his still half-hard cock cling intimately to his boxers. Still he answers, “No,” the shake of his head that tries to enforce his insistence weak and unsure.
It only takes Heeseung one quick glance down his positively stained joggers to see he’s been lying, and the resulting bright smile from it makes the burning shame Jake feels almost worth it when it shouldn’t be.
“Holy shit, you did. That’s so fucking hot, Jakey,” Heeseung says breathlessly, pressing a quick kiss on Jake’s lips as his hand comes to thumb against the latter’s clothed cock. Jake can’t decide what makes his stomach churn more; the fact that Heeseung called him hot, the fact the he kissed him and his now touching his cock, the fact that he came at all, or the fact that he quite liked Heeseung sounding so ensnared at the fact that he came.
A deep, masterful flick on his sensitive member and Jake is already shaking again from residual oversensitivity. He can’t help it — can’t help how he pathetically slumps forward to seek comfort in Heeseung’s sturdiness as a shock rakes through every fiber of his body.
He hears Heeseung mutter an incoherent string of [what are probably] curses before he feels himself be kissed on the side of his neck, his head lolling pliantly when Heeseung’s tips him sideways to pepper more kisses on the area. Why the hell he’s not moving away, Jake can’t actually process fully.
“Stop it, hyung,” he whines though it’s more from embarrassment rather than actually wanting Heeseung to stop.
Heeseung who knows that very well, just like how he does a lot of Jake’s facets and tells, laughs freely. The vibrations of the sound carry through Jake’s neck where Heeseung finds great purchase in, penetrating inside Jake’s skin and using his body as a chamber to bounce off of inside like an attractive siren’s song.
“Came so hard you’re still shaking, fuck,” Heeseung whispers lewdly, sound almost wet as his hands transfer around Jake’s ass once more. He squeezes freely, fingers digging on where Jake’s cleft is supposed to be.
“You liked it when hyung kept fucking up on you like this?” he asks, tying his question together with a wanton roll to his hips, making his bulge prod against where he’s trying to pry Jake’s clothed ass open.
Jake can’t think. He’s too far gone to try and rationalize anything. Instead, he allows himself to let gravity work on pulling him down on Heeseung’s hardness, even himself grinding down weakly as an immediate response.
“Hyung, please—” he doesn’t even know what he’s saying please for, but he does know his cock can’t handle any more pressure right now “—can’t. Too sensitive, hyung.” Because Heeseung is still thumbing his cock and he’s still too oversensitive for anything involving that.
He shies away from the touch and Heeseung lets him although he doesn’t let off on thrusting up against Jake. “Sorry,” comes his apology, paired with his hand that palms Jake’s cheek to guide him into a soft kiss which the latter takes gratefully.
“Fuck, just a bit more Jakey, ‘kay?”
Another kiss, and then another one more on Jake’s forehead which feels rather intimate. And Jake wonders passively how many kisses they’ve already shared thus far.
Fifty? A hundred? Maybe a couple thousands since that seems like a more accurate account.
God, are we addicted? The question dies when he feels Heeseung’s movement stutter.
Jake slowly refocuses on the other boy’s face, biting his lip as he observes how Heeseung bites his while he pleasures himself against Jake’s warmth. He looks so boyish and fucked that Jake’s heart literally stutters wildly in his chest, him fully surrendering to the need to kiss Heeseung square on the lips.
“Hyung is—” Heeseung licks on Jake’s lolled out tongue, then briefly sucks on it “—fuck, hyung’s gonna come soon.”
Absolute insanity, that is, but Jake nods eagerly, completely consumed by the thought of seeing how his hyung’s face would contort in the midst of his orgasm.
“Can wait for hyung to finish, right, Jakey?”
Jake nods again, eyes closed now as he absentmindedly seeks for Heeseung’s plumped lips. When he finds them, he greedily latches, peppering a couple of kisses in succession before swiping his tongue in the part of Heeseung’s lips.
Heeseung groans loudly, suddenly hoisting both of them up, eliciting a halfhearted shriek from Jake, before laying Jake down on his back and partially folding the latter’s legs up.
Heart thundering inside his ribcage, Jake’s eyes roll up at how fucking debauched it is that he’s trapped in what’s essentially a mating press with how intimately Heeseung is grinding against his ass, faux-fucking him so hard Jake’s throat feels full at the bare prospect of Heeseung’s cock plunged deep into his hole when he shouldn’t even be thinking about it in the first place.
You’re straight, you’re straight, you’re straight, fizzles in the back of his mind and doesn’t hold; because it feels so good — because it feels so right to be doing something like this with Heeseung, even if he wouldn’t have thought about it if it had been a couple of months ago.
“God, Jakey, you’re so warm and soft like this. So perfect against me — so perfect for hyung,” Heeseung muses, breath hotly fanning over Jake’s cheek before a peck is placed there, all fond and praising it makes Jake’s chest constrict and his dick jump weakly.
Scratch that. It makes Jake’s dick hard again — probably too hard that it wouldn’t even matter how he just came moments ago; he’s ready to go again, as embarrassing as that sounds. Regardless, he allows himself to feel the familiar pressure building once more in his stomach as he gazes at Heeseung’s handsome face.
His hair is scattered messily over his forehead, clumped in tufts and sticking randomly where sweat builds and trails down as his body compensates for the roughness and power in his movements, his mouth parted as he pants and his eyes closed as if he’s truly savoring the way his cock is pleasured by his every thrust.
Heeseung looks like what sex should be described as, all hot and drenched and sexy and undeniably endearing, the image nearly makes Jake come again.
Filing away that fact, Jake cups Heeseung’s cheek with a hand while his other one combs up the latter’s hair to a neat (as neat as it could be) sweep. But, with Heeseung’s frantic movements and the sweat that continues to trail down his face, down to his neck where they disappear through his shirt, the new arrangement doesn’t hold.
It doesn’t matter; I can fix it up later, Jake thinks absentmindedly as he boldly trails clammy hands down the side of Heeseung’s shoulders to the high of his torso before going further down his sides until he reaches the hem of Heeseung’s shirt where he slips his hands in to trail his knobby fingers against Heeseung’s ab muscles that ripple with every movement he makes.
The action makes Heeseung curse rather crisply and buck up hard enough to drive Jake a couple of inches up from his previous place. Pleased with himself, Jake continues teasing Heeseung’s taut skin, rounding his hands on the sides and running his thumbs along the latter’s v-line, prodding softly when he reaches the waistband of Heeseung’s shorts.
“Holy fuck,” Heeseung moans, the sound drowning Jake in fuzz. He draws himself away and, before Jake could realize what’s happening, moves up so he’s trapping Jake’s upper body under his parted thighs, kneeled so close it would only take a slightly-strained stretch for Jake to kiss his raging boner.
The thought makes Jake lightheaded, and his mind almost blanks out when Heeseung, lip bitten and heaving, takes his hand and places directly above his clothed cock, guiding him so that his hand rubs it obscenely.
Holy shit, Jake moans inwardly, feeling how Heeseung’s hardness barely bends to his motions due to how fucking hard it is. He feels faint, feeling the wet patch on the part of the shorts where Heeseung’s cock head is straining against.
“Can you feel how hard hyung is, Jakey? Feel my cock strain at the need to fuck your hole?” Heeseung’s harsh breath paints Jake’s ears red, fills his whole body with more gas to keep it burning, and he can’t help but look up at Heeseung through his lashes as an insane urge builds within him.
It’s a possibility too arousing that he can’t help but start palming himself gently, knowing full well that he might come at any second now if he does it hard enough.
When Heeseung starts bucking against his hand, Jake nearly faints, and when Heeseung says, “Fuck, Jakey, fuck, fuck!” he can barely find it in himself anymore to care for whatever outcome his next action would possibly spur for the both of them. And when he experiences a split-second moment of hesitation, his inhibitions are swiftly killed by Heeseung’s raspy, “Hyung’s gonna come for you, yeah? You like that?”
Jake becomes sure of it. He wants to please Heeseung. He needs to make him come.
“Hyung,” is the last thing he says before anchoring an elbow on the mattress and crunching his body up so he could get up close and personal with Heeseung’s cock.
Heeseung, who immediately looks taken aback by the development isn’t even able to say anything before a loud moan rips from his throat when Jake’s hand pulls the waistband of his shorts and boxers down, fully revealing his proud cock which slaps his stomach at the suddenness of its release. He looks like he might faint, contrary to how his cock looks like it’s bursting with so much energy.
But there’s only momentary relief because—
“O-Oh shit, Jakey, shit, shit, shit, fuck!” is the airy, gruff, moan that reverberates in the air shortly after Jake licks Heeseung’s cock from the base up and gives a kitten kiss on the head before sucking experimentally.
And then Heeseung is coming so hard his ejaculation flies in the air as his cock continues spurting ropes of them, both his cock and stomach spasming and flexing at the intensity of his orgasm. Through it all, despite his surprise, Jake watches as if hypnotized, his hand working his own cock until he’s coming with a cry just as Heeseung finishes, heaving above him.
The calm that follows their release is painted with rushed breathing, and Jake doesn’t know if it’s that or if it’s because he just came a second time but he suddenly feels loopy, his thoughts slowly turning to mush with every moment they spend only trying to catch their breath. He only comes to when he feels Heeseung scooping him up and moving him to a more comfortable position against his pillow.
“Sleepy?” he registers Heeseung’s softly asking, as well as the gentle fingers that card through his hair.
Head empty, body like slime, Jake musters a nod, accompanied by a small, “Mhmm,” before he’s pushing himself up at the reminder of the stickiness in his joggers. His face scrunches unconsciously. “Gonna clean up first, then gonna go back to my room.”
His movement goes aborted, however, upon Heeseung’s gentle push on his shoulder. Jake peers through sticky hair to see Heeseung looking at him with a fond little smile. Somehow, it makes him less inclined to leave the space, so he stays pushed up comfortably on Heeseung’s bed.
“You can sleep here, alright Jakey?”
His doe eyes are too convincing Jake couldn’t have disagreed. He gives a shy little nod, flushed at how Heeseung is still referring to him as that.
Fuck. Even in his hazy headspace, Jake can’t help but think about how Heeseung wants him to sleep inside his room, on his bed, for a full night, right after they essentially had sex. And, yeah, how he’s still calling him that.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god—
“I’m going to clean us up, okay?”
Jake snaps back to reality at the question, the pink blush on his cheeks flushing to a deeper shade. Immediately his eyes dart to his crotch where his dick is still thankfully clothed, before finding Heeseung’s eyes in a pinch of panic. He half expects to see a glimmer of jesting there, that maybe his hyung was only joking, but all he sees is the authentic want to help.
He doesn’t quite know how to respond so he shies away, biting his lip, before forcing out a tinny, “’S embarrassing,” as he fights through both his fluster and urge to simply melt and sleep.
Shaking his head lightly, Heeseung chuckles quietly. His hand finds Jake’s cheek, guiding Jake to look at him before asking, “Can I kiss you, Jakey?” just like how he always does before they spiral to sucking each other’s faces.
Except now he’s calling him that; and, yeah, Jake will probably never get over it.
Jake should probably start saying ‘no’ given how his leniency may have been the actual root cause of how they keep on finding themselves panting against each other’s lips — and now, this, sleepy after they had the most intense orgasms — all these months, but maybe he truly is a sucker for Heeseung’s doe eyes because he finds himself nodding, either way.
The kiss he expects on his lips doesn’t come, and Jake almost gets disappointed if not for Heeseung kissing him on his forehead instead, for the second time of the night; the type of kiss which feels far more intimate for him at the moment. It makes Jake sigh in contentment, after then braving a peck on Heeseung’s cheek in return which the latter accepts with a smile.
Jake, feeling oddly sheepish, tries again.
“Hyung… need to clean myself. ‘M sticky.”
It only makes Heeseung laugh gently, kissing the corner of Jake’s mouth. “I’ll do it for you, ‘kay?”
Jake is quick to shake his head. “No!”
Just considering the thought of Heeseung seeing the aftermath of how worked up he had gotten him is making Jake thoroughly embarrassed, even in his state of sleepiness.
“Don’t want you to see…” he trails more softly, weakly squeezing his thighs together. Heeseung, who sees this, gently kisses Jake on the lips as if to comfort him, afterwards nosing his cheek and planting another peck there.
Once more, Jake feels Heeseung card through his hair again, sweeping away his locks softly as he reassures him.
“Please, Jakey? You’re so, so pretty all over. Nothing to be embarrassed about, hmm?” he says, and Jake’s heart flutters helplessly at the display of affection. “Let hyung take care of you, yeah?” Much more after that, Jake can do nothing but drown in his building fondness for Heeseung.
If people were to be asked, they probably would say Jake is receptive and showy with affection, but that’s not entirely true. For all his happy-go-lucky, upbeat personality, Jake isn’t too quick with showing his innermost feelings, nor is he completely adept at receiving affection from other people. But it’s crazy how much Heeseung compels him to be more open — not just now when they’ve been doing things like these, but even before when they were simply best friends.
That much is evidenced by the flustered, “M’kay,” he mutters out that garners a bright grin from the boy before him.
“Thank you, Jakey.”
But, well, it’s all alright… isn’t it? When Heeseung looks so happy? What could possibly go wrong?
—
It’s only in the morning, as he wakes up wrapped in Heeseung’s embrace, feeling the other’s warmth pressed behind him and all over him from Heeseung’s clothes he’s wearing, that Jake realizes how actually fucked he is.
Because he realizes three things that go against how straight he, Sim Jaeyun, claims he supposedly is…
- He and Heeseung have been kissing and tonguing each other down for months now.
- They’ve crossed several boundaries they should’ve not, as best bros.
- The night prior, he allowed Heeseung to plow him down the latter’s mattress and even came two times because of said man.
Yeah. Three very dire things.
All three which… pale royally in comparison to the thought he has after he turns around to look at Heeseung’s peaceful, sleeping face illuminated by the soft glow of an early sunny morning.
Yeah, wait, pause the fucking world — he might possibly be in love with Lee Heeseung, too. So, there’s that.
Oh shit.