Infinite 100 Fic Challenge: 004
004. last time ; dongwoo/hoya
The Last Time :: PG - 13
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“This is the last time we’re going to do this,” Dongwoo said, adjusting his cap. Howon glanced at him from across the dressing room and nodded. “I mean, I don’t understand what you blow your money on that we have to do this at least once a month to pay the rent.”
Howon didn’t reply to him and looked away. They were best friends, thick and through. Dongwoo was there to help Howon when his parents kicked him out for dropping out of school. Dongwoo was there to take him in, feed him, and find him a job. And Howon was doing a stand up job of paying him back.
Which was the reason why they were standing in the dressing room of a studio in the middle of the city about to record porn. Again. Howon said it was the easiest way to make his part of the rent, and Dongwoo went along with it because he believed him.
They were friends. They were close. None of this had to mean anything. It didn’t mean they were gay for each other. The scenario the director threw at them had Dongwoo scoffing. They were supposed to be rival dancers having a private dance battle, and it was supposed to get ‘heated.’
Dongwoo’s logic said that this wasn’t what he was supposed to be doing with his best friend. His libido said quite differently, and for some reason, Dongwoo was nervous.
When they were done dressing, they sat next to each other quietly, waiting for someone to come get them once the set was ready.
It’s just a blowjob, it’s just a blowjob, it’s just a blowjob, Dongwoo thought to himself.
“You nervous?” Howon asked.
“Pfft, no. Not nervous. Why would I be nervous?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing. You’re the one getting blown.” Howon smirked with satisfaction when Dongwoo squeaked and the tips of his ears turned red. It was a dead giveaway that he was either blushing, or very turned on.
Maybe, in this case, a little bit of both.
The Last Time :: PG - 13
**
“This is the last time we’re going to do this,” Dongwoo said, adjusting his cap. Howon glanced at him from across the dressing room and nodded. “I mean, I don’t understand what you blow your money on that we have to do this at least once a month to pay the rent.”
Howon didn’t reply to him and looked away. They were best friends, thick and through. Dongwoo was there to help Howon when his parents kicked him out for dropping out of school. Dongwoo was there to take him in, feed him, and find him a job. And Howon was doing a stand up job of paying him back.
Which was the reason why they were standing in the dressing room of a studio in the middle of the city about to record porn. Again. Howon said it was the easiest way to make his part of the rent, and Dongwoo went along with it because he believed him.
They were friends. They were close. None of this had to mean anything. It didn’t mean they were gay for each other. The scenario the director threw at them had Dongwoo scoffing. They were supposed to be rival dancers having a private dance battle, and it was supposed to get ‘heated.’
Dongwoo’s logic said that this wasn’t what he was supposed to be doing with his best friend. His libido said quite differently, and for some reason, Dongwoo was nervous.
When they were done dressing, they sat next to each other quietly, waiting for someone to come get them once the set was ready.
It’s just a blowjob, it’s just a blowjob, it’s just a blowjob, Dongwoo thought to himself.
“You nervous?” Howon asked.
“Pfft, no. Not nervous. Why would I be nervous?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing. You’re the one getting blown.” Howon smirked with satisfaction when Dongwoo squeaked and the tips of his ears turned red. It was a dead giveaway that he was either blushing, or very turned on.
Maybe, in this case, a little bit of both.