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“Junhui,” Minghao says, almost musing his name. Junhui resists the urge to shiver. “What would you do for a dollar?”
Junhui is too high for this. He just wanted to decompress after class. “Fuckin’… probably anything.”
“I just read a post,” Minghao says, looking up from his phone. “Would you jerk off your homie on your lap for one dollar?”
Junhui is too high for this. “Fuckin’… probably.”
Minghao raises his eyebrows. “Really?”
“Yeah, I mean, why not?” Junhui asks. “For a dollar? Yeah.”
“Prove it then,” Minghao says, holding menacing eye contact with Junhui. Junhui hates when he does that. It’s always so serious.
They’re alone right now. “You want me to jerk you off in my lap?”
“And I’ll give you a dollar for it.”
Junhui hums. “Facing me or facing away?”
“Does it change your answer?”
“Nah. Just wondering.”
“Facing away,” Minghao seems to decide after a moment.
“Yeah, okay, get over here.”
Minghao is ever graceful as he climbs into Junhui’s lap, his legs bracketing Junhui’s, his back against Junhui’s chest. Junhui sets his hands on Minghao’s too-narrow-to-be-real waist to help him settle and once he has, Junhui drags his hands down and back up Minghao’s thighs, tucking underneath his shorts to be skin-on-skin. He doesn’t know if that was part of the deal, but Minghao has to get hard somehow. Junhui trails his fingers underneath Minghao’s shorts to his inner thighs, ghosting over the skin there. Minghao shivers in Junhui’s lap.
When Junhui brushes his hand over Minghao’s dick, it twitches under his palm. Hm. Interesting.
Minghao’s head falls back onto Junhui’s shoulder when Junhui presses his palm down, grinding it down into Minghao’s dick. Minghao makes this little noise at the back of his throat, something cut off and guttural, and Junhui presses his face into Minghao’s neck while he does it again. His lips brush against Minghao’s skin and Junhui wonders. He wonders what would happen if he trails his lips up Minghao’s neck and he’s already in this for a penny, so he might as well be in for a pound. He drags his lips up Minghao’s neck, just little brushes of his mouth on soft skin.
“Ah, Jun,” Minghao moans softly. That’s something. That’s really something. Junhui’s own dick twitches and he has to readjust underneath Minghao, using the hand that’s not pressing down on Minghao to move his own cock in between them.
Is it hot in Junhui’s living room? It feels hot.
It feels hot when Junhui helps Minghao out of his shorts and underwear, until Minghao is sitting back in Junhui’s lap with his shorts off and his shirt rucked up while Junhui braces a hand on his stomach. He has abs, just barely. Junhui’s mouth is weirdly dry and he blames it on the weed. He doesn’t know how fair that is, but he’s going to do it.
Junhui traces his hand up higher before he puts his hand up to Minghao’s mouth. “Spit.”
Minghao lets a slow trail of spit drip into Junhui’s palm, pooling there while Junhui shivers. Junhui takes that same hand down, down, down, smearing Minghao’s spit onto his own dick before taking it in his hand. It feels heavy, weighted, a little more curved than Junhui’s cock. Junhui likes it, weirdly enough. He likes the weight of Minghao’s cock in his hand.
That’s an interesting thought, Junhui.
Minghao is tense in Junhui’s lap until Junhui moves his hand, slow strokes up and down, his thumb ghosting over Minghao’s slit like Junhui knows he likes for himself. Minghao makes another cut off sound, a definite moan, and fuck, Junhui’s dick twitches with interest again. Horrifyingly, Junhui realizes he’s getting hard and that Minghao is definitely going to be able to feel that, considering Minghao is sitting in his lap.
Minghao notices. He definitely notices it, because he’s entirely purposeful about grinding back into Junhui’s lap when Junhui brushes his thumb underneath the head of Minghao’s cock. Junhui chokes on a moan and he buries his face in Minghao’s neck again to hide that.
It means Junhui doesn’t notice Minghao moving until there’s a hand anchoring itself in Junhui’s hair, the longer hair at the nape of Junhui’s neck. Minghao is using Junhui as leverage as he rolls his hips down again. Jesus, that’s hot.
Junhui loses a bit of focus on Minghao while Minghao grinds into him, though he keeps his hand moving, probably just enough to tease. Junhui is just overwhelmed, the friction is so fucking good, and Minghao’s dick is in his hand and he’s kissing Minghao’s neck again and—
Junhui doesn’t mean to come. It’s just that— It’s just Minghao. So forgive Junhui, but there’s cum staining his shorts now. He really has to not think about that right now.
Minghao starts to say something and Junhui twists his wrist and it cuts off on some kind of indecent whine. Minghao is in Junhui’s lap and he’s whining and squirming as Junhui speeds up his hand and Junhui has to hear him when he comes. He has to.
Turns out, if Junhui is good enough, Minghao comes with Junhui’s name on his tongue. Minghao whines out Junhui’s name and comes over Junhui’s hand when Junhui bites down on his earlobe.
Junhui pushes his luck. He looks up and brings his hand up to Minghao’s mouth.
Minghao shifts to be able to look at Junhui, his legs across Junhui’s lap, and he licks Junhui’s hand clean, ending whatever obscenity that is with two of Junhui’s fingers in his mouth. Junhui presses down on his tongue, feels spit well in his mouth, feels spit well in his own mouth. It’s wet when Junhui pulls his fingers out of Minghao’s mouth, grips his jaw with the same hand, and pull him into a kiss.
It’s a good kiss. It’s a really good fucking kiss and Minghao leans into Junhui and his hands are back in Junhui’s hair. Junhui pulls Minghao’s jaw open and licks into his mouth, overheated.
When Minghao pulls away to breathe, he stares at Junhui with wide eyes. “You kissed me.”
“You kissed me back.”
Minghao lets out a short laugh. “Obviously I kissed you back. I’ve wanted you to kiss me since high school.”
It’s dramatic, but Junhui gasps. “For, what, three years?”
“Don’t make fun of me when your fingers were just in my mouth.”
Junhui drags Minghao back into a kiss and Minghao laughs against his mouth.
“By the way,” Junhui says when they pull back. “I think I might be gay. For you, but also in general.”
Minghao shrugs. “As long as you’re mostly gay for me.”
“No, totally.”
Minghao grins and Junhui kisses it off of him.
“Where’d you see that post, by the way?”
“Oh, I made that up.”
“Hey, don’t you owe me a dollar?”
“No way. You came. That’s reward enough.”
“I ruined my shorts!”
Minghao shrugs.