the long way home
@sgnxsehun
jongin flops himself down into the seat next to sehun a little more messily than he’d actually intended, landing a bit like a rock onto the padding, but he makes up for it by grinning and busying himself with stuffing his valuables down underneath the chair fold, as he’d been instructed on doing before getting on the bus. it takes a little bit of effort and he’s certain he’s broken something inside the bag, but right now he really can’t bring himself to care much about that, still a little residually tipsy from his weekend-long constant intoxication fest. it’s been a surprisingly chill trip for him, all things considered, despite a few awkward, unwanted moments with a choice few people.
but sehun, the poor bastard, looks like he’s coming back from hell, as though the sun hadn’t touched him at all during the last couple of days, as though the world had completely forgotten about him in the turmoil of trying to keep jongin satiated. he finally rights himself and leans back against the headrest, inhaling deeply and settling in, the lines and curves of everything around him wobbling for a moment. he glances over at his friend. “so,” he begins, urgingly, nudgingly, a dry chuckle boiling up from his gut, “what’s your count? how much sex did you get?”
