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you can't catch me now
This excerpt from Saera Targaryen’s personal writings is one of the only surviving sections. Maester’s speculate that this piece was begun after the great council of 101 and that the intended reader was perhaps one or more of the princess’ children.
this little fic was written for my friend @ellemnopie and her bingo fic writing challenge
Learn to Share
Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol consumption, smut, dirty talk, some dom/sub dynamics, nothing too crazy this time lol. Covers the "only one bed" square for xmas bingo and the "forced proximity" for @resanoona 3k bingo! Also covers a prompt requested by anon.
It was honestly a miracle that the BAU had managed to not only wrap their last case, but get home, finalize paperwork and have nothing else come up before Christmas Eve. Everyone was beyond thankful for that since it was the night of the annual Christmas at Rossi’s party, nothing too fancy, or too huge, usually just the team and any respective partners that wanted to come maybe a few extra agents or assistants that helped them out majorly through the year. The evening was full of laughter, amazing food, fancy wines, expensive bourbons and an all around sense of family and quality relaxation time.
Once dinner was finished, dishes were left for the morning and the party would end up spreading its way through the house. There were often cigars being smoked out back, Dave wandering through the rooms showing off any new fancy things he’d collected over the year or telling stories of his wild days. As the night wore on and the candles began to burn low the crowd would begin to dwindle, people slipping off into the night after a quiet goodbye and Merry Christmas, knowing they had family to see early the next morning. Eventually it was only Dave, Spencer, Tara, you and Emily left in the living room, fresh glasses of wine poured, alcohol flowing through your veins, keeping you warm and relaxed, helping everyone let go a little bit more than normal. Dave always extended the offer from dinner to everyone able to stay overnight, considering just how much alcohol he had provided it was the smart choice. Spencer was tipsily rambling on about one theory or another, pulling laughter from the girls as Rossi drained his glass, letting out a small groan as he stood from the couch.
“It’s late. You kids know where the guest rooms are.”
There was a chorus of goodnights as he reminded everyone they were more than welcome to stay as long as they wanted and breakfast would be available in the morning before he disappeared down the hall. Spencer’s theory finally wrapped up a bit later and Tara finished her drink, moving to put her wine glass in the sink.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Emily protested with a laugh and Tara chuckled.
“There’s four of us and only three rooms, I just bunked with Reid all week, it’s not happening again tonight. Besides, you two had private suites, learn to share.” She teased.
Emily let out a mock offended scoff as Spencer tried to object and you laughed rolling your eyes at Tara as she flashed the group a smile and a wave along with good night. It didn’t take much longer before you were yawning, doing your best not to lean into Emily’s shoulder as you finished your drink.
“Guys…” you started, “never thought I’d be this person, but I think it’s bedtime for me.” You sat up stretching your body out with a soft groan, “see you in the morning.” You shot Emily a lingering look as you moved from the couch, your glass finding home on the kitchen island before you wandered down the hall.
You would forever and always be thankful for Rossi and his level of hospitality extending beyond anyone you’d ever experienced. There were unopened toothbrush packages and makeup wipes in the en suite you were able to help yourself to, along with some cozy clothes stashed in the guest room’s closet. You simply tugged down a comfy cotton t-shirt, pulling it over your bare body before plugging in your phone and letting out a happy sigh as you shifted under the covers.
You weren’t surprised at the small murmur of voices in the hallway before the light flicked off, the sound of the other guest room door clicking shut and the door to your guest room opened, Emily slipping through it with a grin on her face, the soft lamplight washing her in a golden glow.
“You coming for a sleepover?” You greeted with a grin and she laughed quietly.
“You heard Tara.” Her hands moved to her shirt, sliding down the buttons she undid them, “apparently it’s our turn to share.”
“If only they knew just how much sharing we had done this week.” You purred, sitting up as you shifted onto your knees and Emily chuckled.
“Are you gonna be quiet this time?” She raised a brow, beginning to crawl up the bed, “because I’ll only touch you if you’re quiet…. I don’t want you to risk waking anyone up again.”
“I’ll be good.” Your breath caught in your throat, “I promise…”
“Good.” One of her hands wrapped around the back of your head, pulling her to you, her lips brushing against yours when she spoke, “such a shame there’s only one bed.”
“It is a king… could build a wall of pillows?” You offered with a grin and Emily chuckled, her breath warm on your skin.
“I was thinking we could take advantage of it….”
“Hmm… I do like the sound of that better.” You barely had moment to let out a huff of a laugh before Emily’s lips were on you. Your hands fell to her bare waist, wrapping around her and pulling her body tight to you while her hand wove into your hair.
The kiss built up, starting slow, a familiar dance between all too familiar lips until Emily’s tongue slid across the seam of your lips, her teeth nipping into your lower lip and you groaned. She took the opportunity to sink her tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch of you she could while her free hand started to toy with the hem of the shirt you had on. Your hands drifted upward, swiftly un doing her bra and she tossed it to the floor before her hands tickled up your bare thighs, tugging at the hem of your shirt. The kiss broke long enough for her to pull the garment over your head and it joined the growing pile on the floor.
“So fucking gorgeous.” She cooed, nudging you backwards towards the pillows, “lie back for me baby.”
You did as she asked, getting comfortable on the bed as she stepped off it to rid herself of the rest of her clothing, smirking at the way your eyes lingered on her body as if you were trying to memorize every inch. A hand on the mattress she settled over you, lips meeting yours again, this kiss deeper than the last while her hand snuck between your legs. The tips of her fingers began to play with your pussy, trailing through them feather light, teasing you, leaving you whining for more.
“Quiet…” she warned, “can’t have us getting caught…”
“Sorry M’am.” You murmured in return as Emily kissed across your jaw, her lips trailing down your neck, teeth scratching at your skin ever so lightly until she bit deeply into your pulse point and your hand flew to your mouth to muffle the gasp escaping your lips.
“That’s my good girl.” Her lips curved into a grin against your skin as they trailed across your body, her tongue swiping across your collarbone before her lips wrapped around a nipple, sucking it into her mouth while her tongue flicked across it. Her finger tips continuing to tease you, the heel of her hand randomly pressing against your clit as your hips rocked upwards in need of more.
She sunk lower on your body, lips leaving little kisses and love bites on your hips and thighs until she was settled between your legs. Her hand ran up your cunt, smearing wetness across it while her fingers widened, spreading you open for her and you let out a breathy sigh. It was only a moment later her mouth was on you, kissing at your folds, tongue slipping as deep into as you could and you bit back a moan, your fingers clenching into the bedspread. Emily continued to eagerly lap at your pussy, groaning into it, the vibrations pulling quiet whimpers from you as she buried herself between your legs. You were doing your absolute best to keep quiet, knowing just how easy it would be to be overheard by any of the others. But when Emily’s hand snuck up to join her mouth, her lips shifted up wrapping around your clit and she sucked, hard and you weren’t expecting it.
“Oh fuck!” The moan left your lips before you even realized and even faster Emily’s hand and mouth left your cunt, instead, her teeth quickly and sharply bit into your thigh, “oww!” You hissed in a whisper and she raised an unimpressed brow in your direction when she looked up at you. “That hurt!”
“And you had one rule sweetheart.” She husked back, “shame I can’t spank you, that certainly would call attention to what we were up to. Guess you’ll have to get that punishment tomorrow night. Now…another outburst like that and I’m shoving your panties in that dirty little mouth of yours, understood?”
“Yes ma’am…” your breath caught in your throat, hitching when her mouth returned to your pussy, slowly licking through you before gently wrapping around your clit once more. You tugged your lip into your teeth, holding back any noises aside from quiet whimpers as Emily’s fingers sunk into your pussy. She let out a quiet groan at the feeling of you tightly wrapping around her, how wet you already were, juices slicking her fingers within seconds. She twisted and curled them within you until she found that sensitive spot and your hips jolted up off the bed, a soft gasp leaving your lips and she smirked against your body.
“Right there?” She murmured, pressing on the spot again and you nodded, eyes tightly scrunching shut, “you like it when I touch you here?”
“Oh god Em!” It was barely above a whisper, a shuddering breath following it as she continued to brush against the spot, chuckling softly before her mouth returned to your swollen nub.
Her lips wrapped around it, sucking it into her mouth while her tongue flicked patterns against it, harder and faster until you were trembling under her. Her fingers worked in tandem, feeling the way your cunt began to flutter around her, your clit pulsing in her mouth in the same rhythm. Fire was burning through you, your body shivering with each touch of Emily’s fingers or mouth, each pass of either bringing you more and more pleasure. You let out a muffled cry when the fire broke the surface, biting down so hard on your lip you swore you’d broken the skin. Emily’s lips slipped from your clit when you orgasm hit, watching the way your juices lightly dribbled out of you, leaking down her wrist as your body shook on the bed.
“That’s my good girl… so pretty…” She praised before her fingers slipped out of you and she delicately licked around your pussy, cleaning up the smeared juices before she crawled back over you, straddling your hips and she extended her slicked fingers to you. You eagerly accepted them into your mouth, lips wrapping around them as you sucked them clean. “Taste so good sweetheart, thought I should share.”
“Thank you.” You breathed out and she chuckled at the way you dropped back against the pillows.
“Oh I’m not done. I know you can handle another one.” She sat up on her knees, shifting lower on your body as she swatted at your hip, “roll over.”
You did as she asked and she grasped at your hips, pulling you up on your knees while your head remained buried the pillows. Her knee nudged at your leg, shoving yours further apart so she was able to settle between them, a hand running up your back, pressing you into the pillows and you let out a quiet groan. Her free hand trailed up the inside of your leg, fingers brushing through your still dripping pussy before her thumb sunk in as deep as it could and moaned softly into the pillows. Your hips began to rock back onto her hand, fucking yourself on her digits as you moved and she leant over you, pressing a kiss to the small of your back.
“That’s my good girl.” Her fingers pinched your clit before they swapped places with her thumb, sinking deep into your cunt. With each thrust of her hand her hips rocked forward, body meeting yours as your hips thrusted back, eager for more, for her fingers to find that spot within you again. “Just like that… you keep fucking yourself on my fingers alright sweetheart?”
“Need more…” you whined softly and she huffed a laugh out, fingers curling within you as she picked up the pace, her body rocking into yours with more force, fingers moving faster and going as deep as they could into your wetness.
“I guess you’ve been good enough for a bit of a reward.” She purred, her free hand moving from your hip to the bag you hadn’t even noticed her bring into the room.
Your head dropped onto your arms, chest beginning to heave as your cunt fluttered around her fingers, your body burned, ached to be stuffed with her cock, but you knew that wasn’t going to be able to happen tonight. Though, you couldn’t really complain about that, Emily was just as good with her hands and mouth and judging by the punishment comment earlier, you would get everything you desired in the very near future. Her hand crooked within you, finding your g-spot once again and the pillows muffled your cry as your fingers tightened into the bedspread. You barely heard the click of the small vibrator being turned on but you certainly felt it as Emily pressed it onto your clit.
“Fuck…” you muttered, your hips jolting back towards her as it began to rub at your body.
“Give me another one, I know you’ve got it in you.” She practically growled, her fingers flicking faster within you as she turned the vibe up a notch and you gasped. She could see the sheen of sweat glimmering on your skin as pleasure rocked through you, your thighs had began to shake, your hips faltering as you continued to try to fuck yourself on her hand.
She picked up the pace of her hand, making sure she was giving you everything she could, pressing the vibrator harder against your throbbing clit before she turned it up to the highest speed. It was quiet, but the room was full of dirty noises, your squelching pussy, juices leaking down your thighs and onto Emily’s wrist, the quiet cries and whimpers muffled into the pillows as you tried to not moan, the whir of the vibrator.
“You’re almost there, I can feel it baby, let go for me.” She cooed, fingers brushing right over the sensitive spot, pressing harder and lingering for a second longer than the last thrust and you couldn’t help it, your orgasm tore through you like a wildfire.
“Oh fuck Emily!” The cry was louder than you’d intended and you winced the best you could as your body dropped to the mattress, shaking and trembling with pleasure. Emily clicked the vibrator off, her fingers slowing down, gently fucking you through your orgasm, watching the way your body twitched as she did so before she finally pulled them from you, sucking them clean. “Sorry.” You whimpered, little shivers and soft cries leaving you as pleasure surged through your nerves.
Emily’s hand softly ran up and down your back, nails scratching into your hair ever so softly as you continued to come down from your peak, a whimper escaping your lips whenever her nails traced over a sensitive spot of your body. A quiet knock on the door made both of you jump, Emily beginning to scramble to get the both of you under the covers as Spencer’s soft voice floated through the air.
“Is someone crying?” He asked and you stifled a laugh as Emily struggled to come up with an answer quickly.
“I—uh, accidentally elbowed her in the face, we’re fine.”
“You sure?” He asked quietly and you let out a quiet shriek at the sound of the doorknob turning.
“Yup!” You called back quickly, “totally fine, just hit the cheek. Serves me right for being a blanket hog.”
“…okay…” He replied and the two of you held your breath until his footsteps faded down the hallway. You heard his bedroom door click shut and a fit of quiet giggles took over you as Emily scowled down at you, swatting at your ass.
“I told you to be quiet.”
“Well then I guess I’m getting extra spankings for Christmas.” Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you looked up at her and she playfully rolled her eyes.
“Damn right you fucking are.”
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Wolfstar Microfic: forget
Title: forget Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56541394 Squares filled: Nightmares for @badthingshappenbingo, as well as @wolfstarmicrofic "forget" for June 9th Pairing: Harry Potter: Sirius/Remus Rating: General Word count: 418 Summary: Sirius just wants to forget.
In Vino Veritas
Squares filled: In Vino Veritas @anyfandomangstbingo Words: 644 Warnings: I am not responsible for your social media consumption. Angst. Drinking. Drunk confessions. End of a relationship/marriage. Mentions of Cheating. Credits: Header by me // No beta A/N: My first attempt at a Peaky fic! I hope this captures the essence of Tommy well enough that it becomes a fan favorite. Inspired by ‘What Sober Couldn’t Say’ by Halestorm. Season 3 and 4 minor spoilers.
Y/N paced across the floors of Arrow House, collecting all of her belongings into her suitcases. As she packed, she drank more and more gin, getting drunker and more confident. Her husband had been seen with May Carleton, looking very cozy as they were kissing in her barn.
She’d talked to Tommy about it before and he swore that nothing was going on and that nothing would ever happen. He swore that he loved her still, that he’d loved her since before the war. Every kiss he gave her, every time he made love to her convinced her that it was true. That he really did love her.
But every time they talked it out at night, the next morning there was a huge fight where he’d throw his whiskey glasses and tea cups, shattering them on the wall as he yelled. Slamming doors when he stormed out in a huff.
But Y/N was done. She was done with the way that everything had become more frequent, the questioning, the fighting, the wondering, the heartache. The sound of a door closing softly alerted her to the return of her husband, hours before she expected him.
“Y/N, darling, what are you doing?” he asked.
“Leaving,” she answered without turning around, packing her clothes with one hand and drinking from the bottle of gin with the other.
“Why?”
“Because you’re fucking another woman, that’s why.”
The silence in the room was deafening. When Y/N turned around, she saw Tommy hanging his head with his hands in his pockets. She nodded with a grimace, taking another swig of gin.
“Not even denying it. Great, Thomas. Great. Thanks for that,” she spat.
“I’m not denying it because regardless of what I say, you’re not going to believe me,” he retorted as he lifted his head and met her gaze.
“No, you’re not denying it because it would be a lie. Not like it would be the first time you lied to me,” she scoffed, her words beginning to slur.
“Y/N, would you put the bottle down? We can talk about this tomorrow after you get a good night’s sleep and sober up,” he attempted to persuade her.
“Not happening, Thomas. I’m done. Besides,” she shrugged, “not like I can say this sober.” She lifted the bottle to her lips for a drink, only to find that it was empty. She pouted at the empty glass decanter and tossed it to the side, flinching when it shattered across the floor.
Thomas’s piercing blue eyes watched her, filled with sadness and regret. How had he let himself fuck up the one good thing in his life? He knew he should fight for her, he knew that he should express the hurt he felt but he couldn’t. He had failed her and he had to live with it.
He crossed the room to stand in front of her and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry. Truly. I’ll call John to take you wherever you want to go. You shouldn’t be driving like this,” he whispered, kissing her on the forehead. “Goodbye, Y/N.”
He exited the room and left Y/N alone, standing amidst her suitcases. She finished her packing at the same time that John knocked on her door with a sad smile. He helped her bring her bags downstairs and load them in the car.
With one last look over her shoulder, she bid Arrow House and Tommy Shelby goodbye.
Tommy watched her climb into the car and drive away with a sadness that he couldn’t explain. He stood at the window for hours, just staring, not focusing on anything but the sinking feeling in his stomach.
It was probably best that she left before finding out about the black hand. It would protect her in the long run.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Part 4 of the “false confidence” series
Rated: Teen
Relationship: Cody/Obi-Wan
Tags: Musician AU; Nonbinary Obi-Wan Kenobi; Trans Cody; Developing Relationship; Protective Cody; Protective Rex; Neopronouns; Gender-Neutral Pronouns; Meddling Best Friends; Cody POV
Warnings: Triggers, Panic Attacks, (Unintentional) Misgendering
Summary:
Cody is moving slowly, treating this new relationship with the same care he'd take walking across an icy pond back home--testing each step before he takes it, not because he's scared of getting hurt, but because he's scared of breaking something that’s worth handling with care.
@codywanbingo Whump fill for Free Space
Okay I woke up to everyone sharing their bingo cards which is awesome and I am hyped.
I got two. Here are mine, we know I'm going for blackout but no spoilers for which or what I'm doing with the other one:
Arthur methodically cleaned out the apartment, putting all the furniture into storage. He figured he would spend the next few months somewhere else, trying desperately to get Paris out of his system. He planned to try every trick in the book to forget Eames, even if it meant sleeping with a slew of people. Arthur was desperate.
Eventually there was nothing left bar a metal trash can and the box of Eames’ things. It seemed fitting, really, that Eames would be the last memory in the apartment. It seemed right.
He sat on the floor and upended the box. The move reminded him of before he’d taken the job Eames showed up on and his heart ached. So many months had passed and the wound still felt as fresh as it had then.
Arthur picked up the t-shirt and lifted it to his face, sighing softly at the faint scent that still lingered. He rubbed the fabric between his fingers, a calming action that was meant to stop his eyes stinging but didn’t help in the slightest.
“Are you at least going to leave the flat before you burn it down?”
Arthur froze, the t-shirt still at his face. Of all the times Eames could have chosen to go back to their apartment, he had to do it when Arthur was being pathetic.
“Get out.”
“No.”
Arthur dropped the t-shirt and pushed himself off the floor. He knew he looked like a mess. He’d worn his oldest pair of jeans that were ripped at the knees, a threadbare t-shirt, and he was barefoot. His hair was a mess in that way that made him look like an errant teenager. He knew because he hadn’t bothered with his appearance that morning and because of the way Eames’ eyes lingered on him as though Arthur was something precious to look at. It was the way Eames used to look at him when they were happily together.
“Get. Out,” he repeated, unhappy that Eames had shoved himself where he wasn’t wanted.
“Arthur, we need to talk.”
“And you thought breaking into my apartment was the way to go about that?” Eames winced and Arthur revelled in it. “There is literally nothing I want to say to you. You made it perfectly clear—”
“If you have nothing to say, why are you still talking?” Eames countered, raising a brow. His earlier weakness was gone and the fire that Arthur loved so much was rising again. “You are going to let me talk and you are going to listen. Then, once I’ve said everything I need to, then we are going to talk.”
Don't Spill Your Guts ('Cuz That's A Mess No One Wants To Clean Up)
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Monsta X Category: M/M Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Lee Jooheon/Lim Changkyun | I.M; Background Chae Hyungwon/Son Hyunwoo | Shownu; Lee Minhyuk/Shin Hoseok | Wonho/Yoo Kihyun Characters: Lim Changkyun | I.M, Lee Jooheon, Shin Hoseok | Wonho, Yoo Kihyun, Lee Minhyuk, Chae Hyungwon, Son Hyunwoo | Shownu Additional Tags: Monsta X Bingo, Canon Compliant, Canon Square, Idol Life, Coming Out, Anxiety, Fluff, Teasing, Fluff and Smut, Smut, First Kiss, First Time, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Unsafe Sex, use condoms kids, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Friends to Lovers, Supportive Members Summary: No, Changkyun wasn't in love with Jooheon, he could simply recognize beauty when he was around it. alternatively, Changkyun comes out as gay to Jooheon and a lot of friendly, not-so-platonic teasing ensues. A/N: Title is from Breathe Carolina's 'The Dressing Room'. This is my second fic for the Monsta X Bingo and is for the Canon Square. As always shout out to @dirtyretrowrites for not only beta'ing this for me but also for dragging me into being a Monbebe.<br /> I hope you enjoy~
It was one of the few and far between nights that the boys had off. The dorm was oddly quiet, considering all of the members were home for a change. Occasionally the sounds of Minhyuk and Hyunwoo playing some random video game could be heard; or the sound of Kihyun arguing with Hoseok about what could and couldn't be kept in the refrigerator. Hyungwon was in his room catching up on his sleep before dinner was ready. Jooheon was alternating between scrolling on social media and playing a game on his iPod while laying down on his bed. Everyone was at ease and enjoying their evening. Everyone, that is, except for Changkyun.
Changkyun was pacing in front of the door to his room. No one was paying any attention to him; they were too absorbed in their own activities. The one person he wanted to talk to was currently on the other side of the door and was the reason he couldn't stress himself out in the privacy of his own room. He left the room earlier under the guise of taking a shower, which he did, but it didn't do much to quell his nerves. This left the boy pacing in front of his dorm room with slightly damp hair, wearing baggy sweatpants, a loose tee shirt, and a towel around his neck.
Just get on with it already, Lim Changkyun, he thought to himself. You promised you would tell someone before your birthday and you are quickly running out of time. After taking a deep, stabilizing breath, Changkyun grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, pushing the door open slowly.
Nothing changed from before he left to take a shower. Jooheon was still laying on his bed playing on his phone. When he noticed Changkyun was standing at the door, the older boy smiled and Changkyun was convinced he was cured of all of his ailments. No, he wasn't in love with his band mate, but he could simply recognize beauty when he was around it.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Changkyun sat down on the bed across from Jooheon's. "Hyung, can I talk to you?" he said quickly but quietly, afraid he would lose his determination if he hesitated any longer.
"Sure," Jooheon said. After locking his phone, he looked up and took in Changkyun's nervous aura. The light brown-haired boy was sitting on the edge of the bed as though he was going to run away at any moment. His leg was bouncing incessantly, and he had his hands drawn up to his mouth; his whole thumbnail was practically in his mouth. Jooheon sat up to face the other than patted the bed beside him and said, "Come here, Kyunnie." The leg stopped bouncing, but Changkyun waited a few minutes before he decided to move.
Once Changkyun was sitting beside him, Jooheon broke the silence again. "What's up, Kyunnie? You know you can talk to me about anything."
"Hyung," Changkyun started but cut himself off, too afraid at the implications of what he was about to say. "Hyung," he started again after clearing his throat. It was going to come out eventually, he needed to just say it. "I think I'm gay," he said it so very quietly and pulled his legs up to his chest.
"Oh, Changkyun," Jooheon began to say after being stunned into a brief silence. He had known for a while that the youngest wasn't quite heterosexual, and he had suspected for quite some time that he was, in fact, homosexual. He never wanted to entertain the idea, however, too afraid he was projecting his fantasies onto his friend. "It's perfectly natural to be gay."
"Yeah, but what if the others find out? They might hate me again," Changkyun half whispered, his voice coming out rough and uneven due to his shaking and increasing panic level. "What if the fans find out? It could ruin us. I never should have joined No.Mercy. I'm sorry." Changkyun let his head rest on his knees and shuddered out a sob. He preferred to pretend the members never hated him, as though he was always a part of No.Mercy, but he couldn't fool himself forever.
"Hey, hey, it's okay," Jooheon said, wrapping his arms around his best friend, holding him against his chest as his body was wracked with sobs. "We all love you. All of us. The other members, the fans, me. We all love you. The others never hated you, Changkyun, not even during the first day you came. I was the closest to ever hating you, but I love you now, Kyunnie, whether you are a gay or not."
After letting his words sink in, Changkyun's sobs began to calm into slightly uneven breathing. He eventually pulled away from Jooheon and let his legs down so he could properly face his friend. "Really?" he asked, not wanting to believe the look of pure acceptance on his friend's face.
"Really," Jooheon said, opening his arms to pull Changkyun into a proper hug.
"Thank you," Changkyun whispered against Jooheon's neck as he let himself relax into his best friend's arms.
It had been a few weeks since Changkyun came out to Jooheon, and the younger was convinced the older was teasing him. The other rapper would walk around the dorm without a shirt more often than with one. Sure, he had always walked around shirtless, but this was more than usual. No, Changkyun didn't know this because he always noticed when Jooheon was shirtless...
Jooheon also had began to make incredibly suggestive facial expression in the direction of Changkyun. Yes, a smirk was incredibly suggestive.
It doesn't help that the choreography for their new song gave Jooheon a dance break during his rap verse. A dance break that may or may not put a lot of focus on Jooheon's abs. The choreography was originally intended for Hoseok, but it seemed the fans thought he was being forced into overly sexual situations. After the release of Fighter, the choreographer and the group had decided to give Hoseok a break on the amount of skin-showing. It was hard to miss the look of disappointment on both Hoseok and Minhyuk's faces when the news came down.
Jooheon, however, seemed to be taking the choreography in stride. It was definitely not helping Changkyun's predicament of slowly falling for the other rapper. Especially when said rapper caught Changkyun staring in the mirror and locked eyes with him as he smirked and continued with the dance extra sensually.
The recording for their new song's dance practice was finally finished successfully. It took more takes than it should have, and the members felt the need to release the stress of recording a perfect dance. This was how they found themselves dancing as though they were in a club, despite still being in their practice room. The managers and production crew left a while ago, saying not to stay out too late and to head home as soon as they were done.
The music of a random western pop song was blasting through the room's speakers; the bass causing Changkyun's heart to beat along with rhythm. The members were bouncing and jumping together in the middle of the room. Someone was screaming along to the garbled lyrics; Minhyuk, Changkyun thought to himself with a smile.
Glancing around the room through the mirrors, Changkyun soon found the aforementioned man. His back was pressed against Hoseok's front while Kihyun was facing Minhyuk and had his arms on Hoseok's shoulders. Hyungwon was spinning in a circle while jumping, and Hyunwoo was nearby and the only one actually dancing and not just jumping. Just when Changkyun was about to look away from the mirror, someone caught his eyes. Someone who was moving closer to him.
When Changkyun whipped his head around to in front of him, a newly-dyed head of midnight blue hair appeared before him. Jooheon wasn't facing him, but he was very, very close. Quickly glancing around, Changkyun realized that in the matter of seconds, the group ceased their jumping and were now a large mass grinding against each other. Everyone was laughing and yelling and screaming along to the lyrics, except for Changkyun who had yet to move after Jooheon got so close.
"Come on, Changkyunnie," Jooheon whispered in his ear. After realizing the younger man wasn't moving, Jooheon turned around and now had his front pressed against Changkyun's side. He was slowly grinding against Changkyun's hip, and it was driving the younger insane. He could feel every time the older's dick moved against his body. Changkyun still wasn't sure if he would prefer to top or bottom, but he couldn't help but think what it would be like to have Jooheon's dick inside of him.
Logically, Changkyun should have realized how dangerous that line of thought was, but he didn't. Not until it was too late and he could feel himself getting hard in the middle of the practice room, with all of the members surrounding him. Quickly, he excused himself, saying he had to use the bathroom, and ran from the room before anyone could question his increasingly red face.
It had been two months since Changkyun had came out to his best friend. Only twice in that time span had he masturbated to the thought of a band mate; he was quite proud of that number, thank you very much. The first time was after the grinding incident in the practice room. The second occurrence was after Changkyun woke up from an extremely vivid dream of his roommate and best friend. In the dream he had made a joke about spanking Jooheon for his snark. It progressed rapidly until Jooheon was splayed over Changkyun's knee, ass in the air, bright red from the palm of Changkyun's hand. The youngest member of the group woke up with one of the worst boners in his life. He was forced to get rid of his problem, pressed into the corner of the shower, thoughts never leaving his band mate.
His record was shattered, however, after they all went out for ice cream.
They had had an early schedule of just one radio show recording and were being treated to ice cream by their manager. It was a hot Summer's day, so they sat outside at tables with their ice creams. Changkyun had chosen the end seat of a table, and Jooheon was seated across from him. While Changkyun had taken the intelligent route and went with bowl of ice cream, Jooheon had chosen to get an ice cream cone and was currently trying to not let any drip as it melted.
Changkyun soon forgot about his own ice cream as he watched the other rapper lick the vanilla ice cream from the edge of the cone. The latter only looked up once and made eye contact with the former before he continued to eat his ice cream. Jooheon failed, however, at keeping it from spilling over the cone and onto his hand. Without missing a beat, the older rapper took a finger into his mouth and slowly began to clean it. He made very lewd gestures even once his finger had to have been clean. When he deemed it clean and perfect, Jooheon pulled the digit from his mouth with a popping sound and took a long lick up the side of his ice cream.
As soon as they returned to their dorm, Changkyun claimed the shower by running in before the others and locking the door. He'd be lying if he said he tried to not think about Jooheon when he gripped himself in the shower. He could only think about how the other's skilled rapper tongue would feel along his length as he ran his hand down and gripped the head. He came that night with thoughts of Jooheon with vanilla ice cream on his lips and hands, licking it off lewdly.
A month passed after the Ice Cream Fiasco without any incident. Changkyun could proudly say he hadn't masturbated to the thought of Jooheon in two weeks, and honestly, he should quickly get over his crush. It was only going to cause harm to either him or the group as a whole. Said group were finally getting a night off and had a late schedule the next day. To celebrate, they decided to have a movie marathon in the dorm's living room.
Before the first movie was put in, the matter of who was sitting where had to be decided. Minhyuk, Hoseok, and Kihyun claimed the large couch, leaning on each other with warm arms wrapped around warm bodies. Hyunwoo decided to sit on the floor in front of the couch and Hyungwon chose to sit in the single seat to the right of the couch. Jooheon was in charge of popcorn that night, so Changkyun claimed the two person sofa for himself. When Jooheon came back from the kitchen, he distributed the bowls of popcorn to everyone and Changkyun assumed he would accept his fate and sit somewhere on the floor like he normally did. However, Jooheon didn't sit on the floor. He didn't follow his normal routine. Instead, he climbed on top of Changkyun who was laying on his stomach, facing the television.
"Ok, Hyung, get off, I'll sit up," the youngest whined after a few minutes of Jooheon laying on top of him.
Grinning like the cat who caught the mouse, Jooheon slid off of Changkyun and waited until the younger situated himself on the sofa. Once Changkyun nodded up at Jooheon, he sat down on the plush couch and draped his arm around the youngest member. The movie began with Changkyun attempting to control his racing heart and stuttering breath at the close contact from his best friend.
As the next movie was put into the DVD player, Jooheon got up to retrieve more popcorn and drinks for everyone. When he sat back down, Changkyun was disappointed when Jooheon didn't sit back down with his arm over the younger. As the movie progressed, Jooheon's hand seemed to progress onto Changkyun's body. At first it started with a simple pat on his knee after the older boy handed the youngest a bottle of water. His hand, however, never left Changkyun's knee. When Hyungwon, who was across from the sofa, slid down to the floor to rest his head on Hyunwoo's thigh, Jooheon's hand slid further up Changkyun's leg to land on his thigh.
When Jooheon got up to use the bathroom, he came back and sat the same way he did before left. His hand did not remain still, though. Instead it began to gently knead the flesh of the youngest's thigh.
Throughout the movie, Jooheon's hand did not ease up on the massage on the youngest's flesh. After the third movie was put in and Hyungwon was fast asleep with Minhyuk chasing after him, Jooheon's hand began to travel even further up Changkyun's leg, pausing every few minutes.
When Jooheon's hand almost came in contact with the crook of Changkyun's hip, the youngest quickly stood up. The members who were still awake sat and stared at the youngest of the group. He mumbled out an excuse about not feeling well and ran out of the room into the safety of his bed and blankets.
A week after the Movie Chicken Incident, or so Changkyun dubbed it, Kihyun, Minhyuk, and Hoseok went out for groceries. Hyungwon and Hyunwoo were still at the company working on a dance for a side project. Changkyun, not wanting to be left alone in the room with Jooheon for too long, decided to take a hot shower in hopes of burning his indecent thoughts away.
However, Changkyun was too caught up in his thoughts after he stripped out of his clothes. He didn't notice that he carelessly kicked his pants to the side right in front of where he was walking to step into the shower. As he opened the door to the shower room, Changkyun's foot got stuck in the hem of his jeans.
"Fuck," he muttered to himself as he hit the tile floor of the bathroom.
"Chankyun!" Came a cry of frantic concern from the now-open door to the bathroom. "Are you okay?!" Jooheon asked, the concern palpable in his voice and on his face.
"I'm fine, I just tripped," the man on the floor replied, face tinged red with the embarrassment at his clumsiness.
"Okay, good," Jooheon said, still holding the door handle and fidgeting slightly. "The hyungs and I were worried about you and thought you were getting sick, so I was told to listen to make sure you're okay. I heard the thudding sound, and I thought you passed out."
"Yeah, no, I'm good," Changkyun said awkwardly from the floor of the bathroom, attempting to casually cover his genitalia with the offending pair of pants he tripped on. The last thing he needed was to sprout a boner while his crush was staring at him on the floor. "If you don't mind..." he started to say, staring pointedly at the door.
"Oh, right, yeah," Jooheon stuttered out, looking embarrassed in his own right. "If you need anything, don't be afraid to call for me."
Changkyun nodded his head, then added as an afterthought, "Thanks, man."
Jooheon murmured a brief ‘no problem’ before he closed the bathroom door and gave Changkyun privacy.
Apparently, after Changkyun's first vivid dream about his bandmate, his dreams were destined to continue increasing in realism. However, his nighttime thoughts did not stay only in the realm of happy and sexy; they eventually dipped into nightmares only his imagination could create. One night, Changkyun woke up in a sweat. He had a startlingly realistic dream that his mom was in a plane crash on her way back to the States. All of sudden, he was hit with a wave of pure, unadulterated homesickness.
"Changkyun?" He heard whispered quietly over the sound of his ragged breathing. "Are you crying?" Jooheon asked softly from across the room.
The youngest hadn't even realized he was crying until he reached up and felt the wetness under his eyes. "I'm sorry for waking you, Hyung," he said quietly, unsure what else he could say without embarrassing himself.
Suddenly, he felt the bed dip near his knee. Then, there was a warm presence against his side. "Move over, Changkyunnie," Jooheon whispered near the younger's ear.
Changkyun obliged and moved until his back was pressed against the wall. Jooheon moved a little bit more until he could comfortably lay to face the youngest group member.
"Changkyunnie," Jooheon whispered softly as he pulled said man against his chest. "What's wrong?"
"I miss my mom," Changkyun whispered pitifully. Everyone was missing their families; it happens when you become an idol.
"Oh Changkyunnie," Jooheon whispered as he rubbed his best friend's back soothingly. "I know, Changkyun. I know."
That night, Changkyun cried softly into the tee shirt-clad chest of his best friend, his bandmate, his crush. Jooheon held onto his friend until the sobs quieted into soft whimpers. He continued to hold onto him until they were both sound asleep. Their legs were entwined together, but neither seemed to care as they slept the best they had slept in months.
Jooheon had always prided himself on his compartmentalization skills. He knew for a while he had a crush on his best friend, but he ignored it under the assumption that Changkyun was straight, and because he needed to keep his love interests separate from his professional life. Once Changkyun came out to him, Jooheon knew that he had a fraction of a chance to confess his feelings, but it didn't feel right. The rapper couldn't help but think he was projecting his emotions onto his best friend when he would see the other staring at him.
There was simply no way Changkyun would like Jooheon. No chance.
And that is exactly what Jooheon found himself crying to Hoseok about. Hoseok was already out to the group as a pansexual individual, so Jooheon knew he would understand and not judge his sexual preference.
"Hey, hey," Hoseok whispered, pulling the whimpering rapper up to sit. They were sitting in an empty practice room when Jooheon confessed his love for the other rapper. Hoseok, shocked, didn't know what to say and watched as Jooheon crumpled to the floor, sobbing. "Why don't you take deep breaths and calm down a little. It'll be okay. We can talk about this properly once you can talk, okay?"
After a few moments of slow, deep breathing, Jooheon was able to collect himself and form a proper sentence.
"He came out to me, Hyung. I know I shouldn't be telling you this, but he did. When he did," A hiccup interrupted Jooheon's line of thought for a moment. "When he did, I thought I had a chance finally. But he hardly looks at me anymore. He avoids being in the same room with me. I know I have been teasing him a little bit lately, but I didn't think he would react this way."
"Oh, Jooheonnie," Hoseok began as he pulled the younger against his chest, cradling his head. "Have you ever thought maybe Changkyun likes you back? He didn't act like this before you started teasing him, maybe he is just awkward around you because he doesn't know how to feel."
"Yeah right, Hyung," Jooheon said, chuckling in a self-deprecating manner as he wound his arms around his friend.
"You know what I think might help both of you?" Hoseok whispered, unsure about how to word his next point.
"After a few minutes of silence, Jooheon spoke up, "What is it, Hyung?"
"Maybe you should tell the others that you are gay or bi or whatever."
"I'm gay, Hyung," Jooheon said quietly, mulling the idea around in his head.
"I think you would be surprised to find everyone is supportive and no one is heterosexual. It might help Changkyun to realize that as well," Hoseok said quietly, fidgeting with the hem of the younger's shirt.
"Maybe I should," Jooheon said slowly, thinking seriously about the idea. "It's not like I'm afraid to, I just never thought about it."
Hoseok smiled softly when Jooheon pulled away from the embrace. The younger man seemed to have made up his mind. Hoseok was happy he could finally offer help to the raging storm he watched form for months.
It was another night where the group had free time. Kihyun was in the kitchen making their dinner. Minhyuk and Hoseok were sitting on the floor of the kitchen, attempting and failing to stay out of Kihyun's way while still offering company. Hyungwon was napping on the couch while Hyunwoo was playing a video game on the TV. Changkyun was lounging on the sofa scrolling through his iPod. Jooheon was... well.. Jooheon was pacing the floor of his bedroom. Tonight was the night he was going to tell the group. He had been thinking about it for a while, but Hoseok solidified his desire to tell the group.
Taking a deep breath, Jooheon stepped out of the bedroom. His destination was the living room, but he took a detour to the kitchen. Only Hoseok noticed his presence and glanced up from staring at Kihyun while he worked. Noticing Jooheon's uneasiness, Hoseok nodded softly before gesturing his head in the direction of the living room. Taking the hint, Jooheon made his way to stand near the door of the living room.
After a few moments of Jooheon awkwardly standing near the door, Kihyun, Minhyuk and Hoseok filed into the living room. They each took a seat on the floor beside where Hyunwoo was sitting while playing his game. Kihyun reached over and hit the pause button on Hyunwoo's game controller while Minhyuk reached behind them and jostled Hyungwon awake. Once everyone seemed to have undivided attention, Hoseok looked up at Jooheon and nodded at him.
"I'm sorry for gathering everyone here without an explanation. I wanted to be able to tell you guys something at the same time," Jooheon began to say, nervousness palpable in the air.
"Go ahead, Jooheon," Hoseok said after Jooheon made no move to follow up.
"I'm," he started to say before coughing and interrupting himself. "I like boys," he finally said. Then before anyone could register what he said he started to speak again. "No, not even that. I am gay. Very very homosexual."
There was silence in the room before Minhyuk broke it with a soft laugh. The soft laughter soon turned into a full chuckle. Jooheon remained silent feeling moderately offended.
"Minhyuk," Kihyun hissed, elbowing the other boy in the side.
"I'm sorry, Jooheonnie. I'm not laughing at you," Minhyuk said after he calmed down from laughing. "I'm laughing at how nervous you are. Honestly, I don't think anyone here is Super Heterosexual. I mean, Kihyunnie, Hoseok hyung, and I are all pretty much together if you haven't noticed. And it's not like Hyungwonnie and Hyunwoo hyung are hiding their thing, whatever it is. None of us have a right to judge you."
Jooheon, taken aback from Minhyuk's honesty, began to tear up. Hoseok immediately jumped up and grabbed the young rapper in an embrace.
"Hey, hey," the older man said, as he rubbed the other's sides. "Why are you crying?"
"Because, I didn't expect everything to be so easy," Jooheon managed to say in between sniffles.
"Well, you should have. Because we will always love and support you," Hoseok said, pulling away and glancing around at the other members, all of them nodding their heads at his words.
A month had passed since Jooheon came out to the group. The way the group treated Jooheon didn't change at all; instead, the way he treated Changkyun changed drastically. The younger boy couldn't help but feel as though he did something wrong. Jooheon made it a point to not talk to Changkyun unless someone else was around or it was absolutely necessary. Jooheon was so obvious that the other members decided it was time to intervene. Hoseok, having already talked to Jooheon about Changkyun once, volunteered to talk to the young rapper. Kihyun, being the closest of the hyungs aside from Jooheon to Changkyun, volunteered to talk to the youngest.
“Changkyunnie~,” Kihyun called sweetly as he pushed open the workroom door.
“Ah, yes, Hyung,” Changkyun said, quickly taking off his headphones and turning around in his computer chair. Definitely a good investment, he thought to himself. “Is it time to go already?” he asked once he was facing his friend.
“No, Changkyun-ah, not yet,” the older boy said, closing the door softly behind him. “I actually want to talk to you.”
“Okay,” Changkyun drawled out, suddenly nervous in the presence of Kihyun.
“What is going on between you and Jooheon?” the older singer asked, deciding it would be better to be straightforward. “And don't say ‘nothing,’” he added quickly after seeing the look of hesitation on Changkyun’s face.
“I told him I'm gay about...” Changkyun cut himself off to count the months in his head. “...eight months ago? After I told him, it seemed like he was teasing me. He would touch me a lot and make borderline inappropriate comments. After he came out a month ago, everything changed. He avoids me like I have the plague. I don't know what I did, but I just want my best friend back,” his voice broke at the end of his sentence, but the rapper refused to cry.
“I'm sorry he is avoiding you, Changkyun. I wish I knew why. Rest assured, though, for I will find out,” Kihyun patted Changkyun on the shoulder before quickly exiting the small room.
Changkyun was left feeling as though he imagined the whole exchange and turned back to his computer.
“Jooheon,” Hoseok said, dragging the rapper from his thoughts in the practice room.
“Yes Hyung?” the younger asked tentatively, seeing the hidden fire in the older’s eyes.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Hoseok was standing like an immovable force, arms folded across his chest.
“Uhh, practicing my part?” the young rapper replied, glancing around the empty room in search of an escape.
“Jooheon,” Hoseok sighed out, exasperated. “I mean with Changkyun. Why are you avoiding someone you like?”
“Oh, that,” Jooheon trailed off, sliding to the floor against the nearest wall.
“Yeah, that,” Hoseok replied, sitting cross-legged in front of his young friend. “Come one, Jooheonnie. Talk to me.”
“I just… I don't know, Hyung. I feel like I betrayed his trust. He told me he is gay, and I wait half a year to return the favor, and I didn't tell just him. I told everyone. I don't want him to think I was trying to upstage him.”
“Jooheon, all of that is in your head. You're his best friend. He trusted you enough to tell just you. If anything, you are betraying his trust by ignoring and avoiding him. Go back to being his friend, it's what you both need,” Hoseok moved to be sitting beside Jooheon and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
“You're right as always, Hyung. I promise I'll stop avoiding him,” Jooheon said, leaning into the older’s embrace.
“Good, then maybe you'll finally fuck and all of the sexual tension will go the fuck away.”
“Hyung!” Jooheon cried indignantly while pushing the older boy away from him jokingly.
Hoseok just laughed, happy progress could finally be made.
“I don't know what you and the hyungs did, but thank you,” Changkyun murmured to Kihyun when they were alone in the kitchen. It was just a few days ago when Kihyun had cornered Changkyun in his workroom. The next day, Jooheon was back to acting like his old self. There was no way it was a simple coincidence.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Kihyun said with a sly smile that contradicted his words.
"Okay, Hyung," Changkyun said as he continued to stir the simmering broth for Kihyun.
"Okay, that's good, Changkyun-ah. You can stop now," the older boy said when Hoseok and Minhyuk entered the kitchen; Hoseok going straight to back hugging the smaller man.
Changkyun, taking a hint when it was presented to him, left to sit in the living room. Before he could make it to the couch, Jooheon stopped him.
"Can you pick that up for me, Changkyun-ah?" he asked, pointing to the game controller that was behind Changkyun's feet.
"Sure, Hyung," Changkyun said as he turned around and bent over to pick up the controller.
"Okay, stay like that," Jooheon said, a smirk audible in his voice.
It took a few seconds for Changkyun to realize what was going on, and when he did, he stood right up and turned around to glare at the older rapper. "Fuck you, Hyung," he said as he tossed the controller in the other's lap.
"Really? Because I'm down," Jooheon said, voice devoid of all humor as he stared intently at the younger boy.
The two rappers remained in a staring contest not exchanging a word, until Minhyuk ran into the room to announce that dinner was ready.
"We're leaving, Changkyun-ah!" Hoseok called from the front door, causing Changkyun to look around the corner of the kitchen.
"Where are you going, Hyung? Is everyone going?" he asked, curiosity piqued at the sudden announcement from his friend.
"We're all going to go eat. Jooheon is in the bedroom and not coming. We'll be back in 2 hours," the older boy said, winking at the young rapper and closing the door before he could react.
What the fuck? Changkyun thought to himself as he continued to dry and put away the dishes from the previous night's dinner. When he was finished, Changkyun decided to go see what Jooheon was doing.
"Hey, Jooheon hyung," he said as he opened the door of their bedroom.
"Hey, Changkyunnie. Did the others leave already?" Jooheon asked as he looked up from the iPad.
"Yeah, they did," Changkyun said before he decided to jump into the free space on the edge of Jooheon's bed.
"Changkyunnie," Jooheon whined with a laugh as he threw a leg over Changkyun's waist to make himself more room. In a fight for room on the bed, the two of them rolled around and fought until Jooheon was straddling Changkyun and awkwardly half-sitting up due to the low bed above them.
"Did you mean it?" Changkyun said randomly.
"Mean what?" Jooheon asked, laying down entirely on Changkyun due to the strain on his back.
"What you said last night."
"Oh, that," Changkyun didn't need to elaborate, Jooheon knew exactly what he was referring to. "Yeah, I did," he finally said quietly.
"Hyung," Changkyun whispered, pushing Jooheon up slightly to make eye contact with him. "Kiss me."
Without another word from either boy, Jooheon leaned down and sealed his lips against his friend's. The kiss was soft and languid; neither wanted to rush such an important step in their relationship.
"God, I have wanted to do that for forever," Jooheon said quietly when he pulled away and nuzzled into Changkyun's neck.
"Then why don't you do it again?" the younger asked as he was already pulling Jooheon up to him.
Their second kiss moved quicker, both feeling relieved to be expressing their feelings. Tentatively, Changkyun turned his head slightly to better align their lips, increasing the depth of the kiss. He had kissed a girl a few times before, but he was still new to everything and would never claim himself as an expert.
While Jooheon lead the kiss, Changkyun's hands wandered underneath the hem of the older boy's shirt. His fingers dragged along the notches of the older boy's spine, his hands following a path down the man's sides. When they reached the hem of Jooheon's sweatpants, he boldly slipped his hands inside. When Changkyun groped the other man's ass, Jooheon gasped slightly, shocked at the younger man's boldness. Changkyun, always one to seize an opportunity, slipped his tongue inside the other's mouth to trace the outline of it.
"Changkyunnie," Jooheon whined when he pulled away to hide his face in the crook of his neck. He ground his hips slightly into the other's, letting out another whine at the subtle friction.
"Jooheon," Changkyun groaned, foregoing the honorifics in his passion. "Jooheon, how do you want to do this?"
Without saying a word, Jooheon reached above Changkyun's shoulder and underneath the mattress. When he came up from digging around under the frame, he had a small bottle that was a little under half-full. He then proceeded to roll off of Changkyun to lay on his back.
"I guess that settles it," the young rapper said as he rolled onto his side. "Are you sure?" he asked, hesitating slightly. When the other nodded his head, Changkyun couldn't hold his curiosity back when he asked: "Have you done this before?"
"No, I haven't," Jooheon said after a few moments of hesitation. "I have only played with myself. I have never done anything with anyone at all. Not even a kiss."
"Wow. Well," Changkyun said softly, smiling at his best friend. "I have kissed a girl before, but I haven't done anything else so, this should be an experience."
"Why do you act like an expert then?!" Jooheon asked indignantly.
"Because I'm nowhere close to being one. Fake it until you make it, you know?" the rapper chuckled from embarrassment.
"Well, I think the first step might be getting rid of our clothes," the older rapper said as he tugged sharply on the younger's shirt.
Laughing softly at the other's antics, Changkyun climbed out of the bed and began to take his clothes off. Jooheon, for the most part, avoided looking at his friend while he pulled his own clothes off.
"Okay, so you have lube, do you have any condoms?" the young rapper asked as he laid back down on the bed, facing his best friend.
Jooheon, despite his previous cheekiness, looked embarrassed as he said, "No, I don't. I haven't needed them, and I didn't want to be the one to buy them." He covered his face with his hands, too embarrassed to look at his partner.
"Well, shit. Umm. I mean, I don't have anything, it's not possible for me to. And you shouldn't either. We can just do this without one?" Changkyun said, caught between genuine concern and being too turned on to pass up the chance to have sex with his best friend.
“I'm okay with that,” Jooheon said with a soft smile before he moved to be centered in the bed. He spread his legs to make room for Changkyun and reached down to lightly grasp his cock, and said, “Are you going to join me or am I going solo?”
With an endeared smile, Changkyun shook his head and climbed on top of Jooheon. He leaned down to kiss the boy before his hand slithered down to replace the older boy’s hand with his own. It was a strange sensation to touch a penis that wasn't his. The length and girth was different, so it fit in his hand differently; Jooheon was slightly longer, but not as thick. The veins had a different pattern and the color was different… not that Changkyun was staring after pulling away from the kiss.
When Changkyun tightened his grip slightly, the sound Jooheon made was as though he pulled the breath from his lungs. The older rapper wrapped his arms around Changkyun’s shoulders and pulled him in for another kiss. The younger boy continued to stroke Jooheon’s cock as he moved his head to kiss and suck lightly on his neck. Carefully, Changkyun began to move down Jooheon’s body. His legs, from knee down, were hanging off the edge of the bed, but his mind prioritized leaving cranberry-colored marks on honey skin. The makeup noonas wouldn't be happy, so he at least tried to keep them in easily-covered places.
Finally, Changkyun pulled away from Jooheon’s chest, leaving it covered in constellations of merlot and rosewood. Happy with his work, he smiled at his partner before sliding further down the bed. His legs were touching the floor, but truth be told, he didn't even notice. Changkyun had never given a blowjob before, but just the sight of Jooheon’s flushed cock, with its deep magenta head, made his mouth water. He decided he had to taste it. Tentatively, he lowered his head to lick the bead of precum off the slit; it tasted salty, but not in a bad way. With more confidence, Changkyun took the head into his mouth, sucking lightly. Jooheon’s hands found their way to Changkyun’s head; fingers entangling in tawny locks.
Changkyun lowered his head at a torturous pace until he started to gag on the tip of the older man's dick. He quickly pulled off, mindful of his teeth, and coughed a few times. As he regained his composure, he kept a hand on Jooheon, stroking him leisurely. Once his breathing was regulated, Changkyun took a deep breath before he lowered himself back down onto his best friend's penis. He took slow, calming breaths through his nose as he tried to get used to the feeling of flesh in his mouth.
The taste was strange, but far from terrible; it was similar to what Jooheon smelled like after dance practice. Cautiously, Changkyun swirled his tongue around the head, catching slightly on the edge. At the motion, Jooheon moaned loudly, fingers pulling harder on the strands of hair caught between them. At the tugging feeling, Changkyun let out a moan of his own, sending vibrations straight up Jooheon's body.
"Changkyun," the rapper gasped out before he grabbed the stranded bottle of lube and tossed it to the younger. "Please," he said as his hands found their place back in Changkyun's hair, but not as tight as previously.
The younger man pulled up and away from his best friend, leaving him whimpering from the loss of all stimulation. Changkyun patted the side of the older's hip comfortingly before he popped open the bottle of viscous fluid. He squeezed a generous amount onto his index and middle finger. He rubbed it around with his thumb, warming it up, as he bent down and took the head of Jooheon's penis back into his mouth. Once he was happy with the warmth of the liquid, he swallowed further down the rapper's penis and circled Jooheon's entrance with his index finger. As he pushed against the ring of muscle, Changkyun made a tight suction with his mouth, attempting to distract his partner from any discomfort. He pulled off, however, when he realized how easily his finger slid into the other.
Jooheon let out an embarrassed laugh when Changkyun looked up at him questioningly. "I played with myself this morning in the shower. I think I'm still loose from that," he said with a rouge tint to his cheeks.
Changkyun chuckled darkly to himself before he pushed in his finger to the knuckle, causing Jooheon to throw his head back against the bed. The older boy let out a long, drawn out moan; the feeling of someone else controlling his pleasure entirely foreign and exciting to him. After seeing and hearing Jooheon's approval of the situation, Changkyun slowly pulled his finger out to circle the ring with his nail. He slowly pushed it back in, enthralled at the feeling of Jooheon's body clenching around him.
"Changkyun!" Jooheon cried out, slightly aggravated at the slow crawl of a pace Changkyun had set.
"Alright, alright, Hyung," Changkyun said, placing heavy emphasis on the honorific. Jooheon started to let out an annoyed growl, but was cut off by Changkyun stepping up the pace and thrusting his finger quickly.
Jooheon arched his back as he let out another long moan. Having Changkyun's finger inside of him was incredibly different from having his own. When he was doing it himself, he could anticipate what would happen next so it wasn't quite as pleasurable. With Changkyun he had no way to know how fast the younger would go or where he would press harder. It was a whole other level of pleasure and he would be lying if he said he wasn't excited for what else was to come.
After a few minutes of Changkyun alternating between fast, rough thrusts and slow, languid thrusts, he bent his head down to take Jooheon's cock back into his mouth. With a particularly hard suck to the tip, Changkyun slid a second finger into Jooheon's hole. If it wasn't for the subtle burn of the stretch, the older rapper would not have even noticed the addition; he was too distracted to focus on the younger's every move.
Changkyun began to slowly drive his two fingers into Jooheon as he pulled entirely off his dick. He licked a long swipe from the base to the tip and collected the precum beading there with his tongue. As he did so, he began to gently spread his fingers, scissoring the muscle open. He kept the motion up as he kissed and sucked gently on the side of Jooheon's penis. He honestly had no idea what he was doing, but he kept thinking about his fantasies of Jooheon sucking him off and did what he thought would feel nice.
"Kyunnie," the older rapper eventually whimpered out when Changkyun swallowed him down as far as he could. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up," Jooheon said as he pulled the other's hair in an attempt to pull him off his dick. "Add another please," he managed to say once Changkyun pulled away and was staring at him while he thrust his fingers harder.
"Sure, Hyung, but only if you ask nicely," the young rapper said with a smirk, as he ceased all movement, fingers knuckle deep in the older's ass.
"Changkyun," Jooheon whined, not sure what he was supposed to do. "Please, for the love of everything good in the world, please add another finger."
As the boy was talking, Changkyun moved up his body so he could be face to face with him once more. "Anything for you, Hyung," he said as he dove down to kiss the older when he pushed his ring finger in to join his other two.
Jooheon made a soft whimper of discomfort, but it was mostly muffled from Changkyun's mouth molded on his own. It was bizarre tasting himself on the other's tongue, but it wasn't bad. He could still taste the younger underneath the new taste, so it was acceptable. After a few moments of mostly holding still, save for a little wiggling of the tips of his fingers, Changkyun began to slowly move his three fingers in and out of the tight ring. The sensation of Jooheon squeezing around him was stronger and Changkyun couldn't wait to feel it around his own cock. He had yet to touch himself since they began, but his penis was pressed firmly against his abdomen in his own arousal from just touching his best friend.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Changkyun recognized he should probably be ashamed of how aroused he was just from sucking Jooheon's dick, but he was too far gone to care.
"Changkyun," Jooheon whimpered against the other's lips. "Changkyun, please." After a while of casual kissing and languid thrusts, Jooheon was impatient and wanted to speed things along.
"What is it, Jooheon? What do you want?" the younger rapper asked as he kissed and lightly sucked his way along the other's throat and collarbone. He paid distinct attention to the middle of Jooheon's sternum, leaving deep cherry marks in his wake.
"Kyunnie, please," the older rapper gasped out when Changkyun bit lightly on his nipple. "Please, fuck me."
"Well, if you insist, Hyung," Changkyun said with a smirk as he pulled his fingers out of Jooheon's entrance. The pink muscle clenched around air as Jooheon whimpered at the loss. Changkyun shushed the other soothingly as he poured more lube on his three fingers. He once again warmed his up with his thumb before thrusting his fingers back into the older boy to coat the inside of his walls. Satisfied with his work, Changkyun pulled out and poured even more lube onto his hand. Finally, he gripped himself, sliding the lube around from the base to the tip.
Not long after, he lined himself up with Jooheon's entrance and began to slowly push in. In an attempt to relax the older boy, he pressed their lips together as he stroked Jooheon's cock. Once he was fully seated, Changkyun held still, giving Jooheon's body time to adjust to the large intrusion. The feeling of Jooheon's walls clenching around him almost sent him over the edge immediately, but he distracted himself by stroking Jooheon's cock. He didn't stop his motion's until, finally, Jooheon let out a loud moan. "Move. Please move," he gasped out, raising his hips off the bed in an attempt to spur the other into motion.
Changkyun let out a deep growl as he pulled out as far as he could, the head of his penis catching on Jooheon's rim, and slammed back inside. The older rapper, surprised at the motion, let out a loud gasp. His hands were holding the bars of the bunk above him, but he soon let go in favor of gripping onto Changkyun's back. His fingernails were sure to leave crescent marks in the other's skin, but Jooheon found he liked the idea of leaving marks on his friend. It helped him to understand why Changkyun seemed so set on leaving marks on his chest; he felt like he was claiming a piece of the other. It seemed like a fair trade considering Changkyun had claimed his heart, even if he didn't know it.
Jooheon was ripped out of his thoughts when an intense shock of pleasure washed over him. "There!" he cried, dragging his nails down Changkyun's back.
Changkyun smirked as he attempted to angle himself toward Jooheon's prostate again. He wasn't successful immediately, but eventually he found the right spot and Jooheon made it obvious with his loud moan. The younger rapper would like to lie to himself and the other and say he wasn't close to climaxing, but he knew that wouldn't work out well. Accepting his fate of his short virgin stamina, Changkyun gripped Jooheon's cock tightly and attempted to match his pace while supporting himself with one hand. Soon, his thrusting pace was faltering but he kept a steady pace on stroking Jooheon.
"Kyun, I'm so close," Jooheon whined, his head thrown back, baring his neck.
"Me too," Changkyun responded after dropping down to put his weight on his forearm. He gently sucked on Jooheon's ear lobe before he whispered, "Come on, baby. Cum for me."
Jooheon let out a long groan as he arched his back as high as he could and came over Changkyun's hand and their chests. The tensing of his inner muscles and Changkyun's irregular thrusts sent the younger over the edge not long after. He had originally intended to pull out so he wouldn't make a mess inside of Jooheon, but that was irrelevant when the older man held him in place by his waist.
Exhausted, Changkyun lowered himself to lay on his best friend's chest. Sweat, cum, and lube was sticking to their bodies, but they were both too blissed out to notice nor care. Jooheon was tracing soft circles on Changkyun's lower back, while the younger boy was licking the sweat off of the older's neck.
"Changkyun," Jooheon said after a while of relaxing in bliss. "I want to say this won't change anything, but I can't. Because I hope it changes everything."
"It will, Hyung. Don't worry, it will," Changkyun said before he pressed his lips against his Jooheon's.
Finally, after a few moments of kissing lethargically, Changkyun pulled out of Jooheon and rolled onto his side. He wrapped his arm around the older's chest and just stared at the planes of his face. They were still messy and the room smelled like sex and sweat, but for now they would lay in the comfort of being with their best friend.
"I'm sorry I avoided you, Kyunnie," Jooheon said after a while. He had zoned out as he traced the veins on the young rapper's arm, thinking about how he would approach the topic. "I felt like I betrayed your trust because I didn't tell you I am gay when you told me. I felt like I let you down and was a terrible friend. I only wanted to be there for you and show you that you could trust me, but I felt like I destroyed that by not telling you when you did."
"Hyung," Changkyun said, trying to get the older to look at him. When that didn't work, he grabbed Jooheon's chin and turned his head to make eye contact. "Jooheon," he said sternly. "When I found out you are gay, I almost cried from excitement. Not only that, I found out no one in the group is heterosexual and going to judge me for being gay. I was so overwhelmed with joy, I cried that night while I was taking a shower. But then," Changkyun trailed off, unsure how to word what he was going to say. "Then you vanished from my life. I know I was lowkey avoiding you beforehand, but I had to. I could barely be in the same room as you without popping a boner. It was getting a touch out of control. I thought I did something wrong to you and that was why you were avoiding me. Kihyun hyung even asked me about it, but I didn't know what to tell him. Then yesterday you were back to acting like normal."
"Hoseok hyung yelled at me," Jooheon said softly, not quite making eye contact with the younger man.
"He yelled at you?" Changkyun asked as Jooheon turned to lay on his side as well, winding his arm around the younger boy.
"Yeah, he yelled at me. He knew I liked you, so when he realized I was avoiding you, he yelled at me, saying I was being ridiculous and my fears were in my head. It was his idea to come out to the group," Jooheon brought his hand up to cup Changkyun's cheek, his thumb running over the boy's lower lip.
"I think we should buy Hoseok hyung that ramyeon he really likes. He has helped us enough. I'm sure it was his idea to get everyone out of the dorm," the younger rapper said before he took Jooheon's thumb into his mouth to suck on it.
"Yeah probably," Jooheon said with a laugh as he pulled his hand away to rest on the back of Changkyun's neck. "Especially since he said something to me akin to 'maybe you'll fuck and get rid of the sexual tension.’ So I would believe he had a hand in this."
"I'm going to bake him a cake," Changkyun said with a smile as his hand traveled down Jooheon's back to rest on the swell of his ass.
"Please don't, you'll burn the dorm down," Jooheon managed to say in between laughs. He moved to wrap his leg around the younger's waist, but was sharply reminded of the cum and lube on and in his ass. "We should go shower," he said with a disgusted face.
"Can we shower together?" Changkyun asked, smirking as he groped Jooheon's butt cheek.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Jooheon said with a chuckle.
Half an hour later, the rappers were scrubbed clean but still very marked up. They might have even had a few more marks that were added during the course of the shower, but that was their prerogative. Once they were dry, they both dressed in loose sweatpants; Jooheon had on a baggy tee shirt, while Changkyun chose to go shirtless. If Changkyun had estimated his time right, they had roughly 20 minutes before the members were due to return. When they took a shower, they left the bedroom door open to air it out, but the room still had the distinct smell of sweat permeating in the air.
Jooheon stripped his bed of his sheets while Changkyun found an air freshener to spray in the bedroom. Hoseok may have arranged the whole situation, but that didn't mean the pair had to make it obvious what happened while the other members were out. Changkyun finally returned to the room after finding a can of citrus-scented air freshener in the living room. He sprayed a fair amount in their bedroom and continued to spray in throughout the dorm. His hope was that the hyungs would assume he decided to spray it for the sake of the dorm smelling nice.
After Changkyun returned the aerosol can to the living room, Jooheon returned to the bedroom from the laundry room, sheets and blanket in the washer. The older rapper was lounging on Changkyun's bed, which was fair considering they soiled his, and watching the younger rapper as he pulled a tee shirt over his head.
"The hyungs should be home soon," he said as he moved closer to the wall to make room for Changkyun.
"Yeah," the younger man said as he slid under the blanket on his bed to cuddle closer to his best friend. "Hyung," he started to say, suddenly feeling shy under Jooheon's intense gaze.
The older rapper hummed in a sign to continue speaking, but is took a few moments for him to gain to courage. "Does this mean... Are we... you know? Are we dating now? Like... Can I call you my boyfriend?" he finally asked, looking over Jooheon's shoulder and refusing to make eye contact.
"I think," Jooheon began to say as he cupped Changkyun's cheek and turned his gaze to meet his own. "I think I would like that a lot."
Changkyun's responding smile was blinding and the kiss that followed was soft and sweet. It was a shame it was interrupted by the door of the dorm slamming open.
"Jooheon! Changkyun! You better have clothes on, or I'll kick your asses!" Kihyun yelled from the entrance of the dorm.
"Shush, Kihyunnie," the younger boys could hear Hoseok say. "If they do, they do. If they don't, that's fine too."
"Well, why don't you go check then? Because I won't be the one to see that," Kihyun said sardonically in response to Hoseok's teasing tone.
"Okay, I will," the older vocalist said. Then there was silence as the two rappers remained cuddled together.
"It's okay, Kihyunnie! They have clothes on, but they are being disgusting and cuddling!" Hoseok yelled from the door of their bedroom.
"You're one to talk, you cuddle more than anyone else," Kihyun yelled back at the same time as Minhyuk yelled, "Oh, I want to see! Let me take a picture!"
Hoseok was quick to slam the door shut and yell no, protecting the dignity of the two youngest members at least for a little while longer.
"Okay," Hoseok said as he barged into the little workroom where Jooheon was. It was the day after the two rappers had slept together, and Jooheon was naive enough to hope Hoseok wouldn't bring it up. He was proven wrong, however, by his hyung's next words. "So did you fuck or nah?"
The rapper tried his best, he really did. He didn't want to outright admit it, but he couldn't lie to his hyung either. Luckily, or unluckily depending on how you look at it, his face turned the shade of wine, so he didn't have to answer.
"Oh my God you did!" Hoseok cried as he pulled a chair out to sit and face the blushing rapper. "Okay, come on. You have to tell me the details. Who bottomed? Did anyone give a blowjob?"
"Hyung," Jooheon whined, not necessarily wanting to answer the questions, but also knowing he would have to eventually if he knew anything about Hoseok. With a long, suffering sigh, Jooheon resigned to his fate. "I bottomed," he said with his hands covering his face.
"Oh my god, no way!" Hoseok screeched with excitement. "I mean, I never knew who would bottom, but I lowkey thought you would. Are you sore? I know my first time left me sore for like three days."
"I'm only a little sore," Jooheon said quietly, finally removing his hands from his face. "He was really thorough in prepping me so it wasn't that bad. Plus I had... played with myself that morning, so I was still loose." The rapper may not have been hiding his face anymore, but he refused to make eye contact with the singer sitting across from him.
"Wow, I'm impressed," the older man said with a smile. "So did anyone get a blowjob?"
"I did," Jooheon said softly, still not look at his hyung.
"You bottomed and got a blowjob?! Lucky boy! I didn't get that until I got two partners!" Hoseok complemented, excitedly.
"Lalalala!" Jooheon screeched, holding his ears. "Just because you are so interested in my love life doesn't mean I want to know yours!"
"Okay, okay, sorry," Hoseok said while laughing and prying Jooheon's hands away from his head.
"Okay but seriously," the older man said calmly, "Are you guys together now?"
Jooheon couldn't help but think of the night before when Changkyun asked the same question. They pair ended up sleeping with limbs entwined on the youngest's small bed, but it was the best sleep either had received since the last time they shared a bed. They woke up that morning to soft light and softer kisses. The future was unsure and a little unsteady, but they were happy right then. They would live in the moment and enjoy it while it lasted. That is what mattered the most.
"Yeah," Jooheon finally said with a soft smile. "Yeah, I guess we are."
