Mitigation Part 2
Part 1
*crawls out of cave* Um. Hi guys. I am both regretful and delighted to inform you that this isn't quite over, yet... aha. Ha. Ha. *almost withdraws back into cave* ANYWAYS. There is smutty stuff in this chapter, I mean... that is basically what this entire chapter is... but like... I got carried away while writing this. And it got to be over 7k. And just... I don't know when it will be entirely finished and I felt awful cuz it has been like A MONTH and like that is a long time and so I felt like giving you something. Even if there isn't like... legitimate sex. P-in-A sex. bwahahaha. Important stuff still happens, though! And damn, I am writing too much, just... I hope you enjoy this? And please, please pleaaaase leave me comments ^^ thanks so much!!!
It was when Sehun wholeheartedly believed that it couldn’t get any worse- only better- that it reached a new peak, the crescendo; the climax. One a.m. was when it happened. When the wind was knocking against the trees, which consequently knocked against his window, when the rain pattered deafeningly against the rooftop…
Surprisingly, these weren’t the reasons behind why Sehun was still 100% conscious- no; there was an uneasiness that spread throughout his body, keeping him on edge and alert well into the night, hours past when he’d made the decision to slumber.
The buzzing of his phone on the bedside table only confirmed his inexplicable concerns, leading him to lift it up into his fingers and instantaneously open the message he had received.
Jongin<3: I’m outside
A new message supervened mere seconds afterwards.
Jongin<3: I hope your phone is on…
Sehun didn’t bother to send a reply, because all that filled his mind were doubts, worries, fears; things that prompted him to stumble down the stairs and disregard the need to be quiet, because Jongin was here. Jongin was here, at four in the morning, and Sehun needed to know why. He needed to develop a game plan and follow it through, and he couldn’t do that until he was face-to-face with his perpetually worrisome best friend.
He fumbled with the deadbolt for a moment, inwardly cursing his inability to be deft during such a crucial situation. After what felt like hours, he finally managed to get the door open, and he yanked it back so quickly he almost lost his balance.
Before him stood a distraught boy, dressed only in navy boxer shorts and shuddering uncontrollably after having traveled the miniscule distance between their homes. His face seemed a bit damper than the ill weather warranted, but Sehun didn’t allow himself to question it just yet, for he was dragging Jongin inside and even further; into his arms, where it was safe, warm, and familiar. A hasty prayer of thanks was sent to God for him having decided to wear a T-shirt to bed that night, for Sehun was already having trouble with the amount of skin-to-skin (and just in general) contact between them both.
“You okay?” A seemingly unnecessary question, yet Sehun couldn’t refrain from posing it. He needed to hear Jongin’s voice; he needed to hear what was so important to validate his sudden, unanticipated appearance. However, he wasn’t provided with words; all he received was a shake of the boy’s head, his nose inadvertently nuzzling into Sehun’s neck, because that was where Jongin’s face was placed.
“I’m gonna bring you upstairs, okay?”
This time, he was met with a mix between a hum and a sob, and the dread that had pooled in his stomach a minute prior made a reappearance, spiraling up his throat before forming into the slightest of whimpers; representing the uselessness Sehun was beginning to feel. He hooked his arm around Jongin’s waist, not noticing the sharp intake of breath taken by his best friend in response to his actions. He began to take small, slow baby steps towards the stairs, and exhaled shakily in relief once he realized that Jongin was mirroring his movements.
It took three times as long as it should have for them to make it up the stairs and into Sehun’s bedroom, but there was absolutely no chance of Sehun forming any sort of complaints. No, all he was capable of was remaining in constant motion; gently shoving Jongin onto the bed, carefully removing his muddy shoes, draping heavy blankets over his shoulders and knees before rearranging them so that they covered up each and every available patch of skin.
And then, he was lowering himself into a seated position beside his abnormally reticent best friend, tentatively resting a single hand over a knee buried beneath several layers of fabric. Jongin was still shaking, but Sehun was aware that it was due to an alternate reason, rather than as a result of cold.
His head was bowed; lower lip secured between his teeth, and yet, Sehun could see the rise and fall of his trembling shoulders and the slightest trace of tears trailing down his rosy cheeks; could hear the rough, wavering, sudden inhalations that proved a harsh contrast to the soft sound of his crying. He could feel the pain; the betrayal that cut deeper and deeper, like a knife twisting further and further until it finally breached the opposite end of your body. A piercing blade that went straight through you, leaving behind in its wake an irreparable wound that only seemed to renew itself each day.
“Jongi-"
“I just don’t get it, you know?” Jongin released a bitter laugh that almost immediately subsided into a sob. He turned his head so that his gaze was locked with Sehun’s, and it was only then- when the lamplight hit his face just right- that he registered the bruise blossoming and rippling outwards from Jongin’s left eye. He inclined his head; now focusing on his nails- digging underneath them as if he were aiming to clear them of any existing dirt and residue, but truly it was just a form of distraction, of avoiding eye contact.
“They… they n-never notice me, no matter w-what I do… If I do badly on a t-t-test? If I get bad gra-” A wheezing sound. “--des?”
Each word or so was punctuated with a halting intake of breath.
“They d-don’t care. They never… look at my report card… anyway. Oh, I’m out late? What does it m-matter. They lock the door; they-- don’t care if I’m h-home, or if I’m on the streets-- if I’m… dead. No, they just let m-me s-s-search aimlessly in the dark… until I find the hidden key, a-and even if I make the a-m-mount of noise a giant would, they b-both stay in their rooms. Yeah, separate rooms, Sehun. Isn’t it all j-just motherfucking lovely?”
There was a lull in the one-sided conversation as Jongin emitted a series of sniffling sounds, and Sehun retrieved a box of tissues before silently offering one to his best friend. As Jongin was occupied with blowing his nose into the Kleenex, Sehun was shifting closer, rotating his body so that all of him was on the same plane, facing Jongin. His hands found Jongin’s, flipping them over before his fingers glided gracefully between the cracks; effectively interlocking both sets of slim digits together. He squeezed, gently, wordlessly encouraging Jongin to continue venting, now that his nostrils were unclogged.
“I-it’s all just-rainbows and motherfucking b-butterflies, Sehun-”
The most heart wrenching sigh that Sehun had ever been witness to.
“They… never even… noticed. That I w-was getting hurt… what the h-hell am I supposed to do!? Start injecting fucking h-heroin!?”
Sehun couldn’t force himself to keep quiet any longer. “No, Jongin, please, please don’t ever do anything like that, I thought you wanted to get better-” He felt the sudden urge to raise his hand to his face, and it was seconds later that he realized it was because his own cheeks were stained with a myriad of tears. They had probably been gliding down his face for several minutes now.
Jongin ducked his head even lower than before, resting it on his knees as the entirety of his body resumed shaking once more. “I just want them to love me…” The words were spoken so softly, but with such clarity, and they carried with them an immeasurable pain that hit Sehun harder and more effectively than a bullet directly to his heart would have.
The tears streaming down his face escalated in number, and his heart constricted so torturously that he couldn’t withhold a sound of suffering. Words of his own were ascending up his throat, burning like the center of a flame; determined to reach the surface no matter how desperately Sehun fought them down.
“I love you…” Less than a whisper, but still coherent and of great enough volume to be distinguished if Jongin had been listening for a response. He tensed up completely, nails digging into the backs of Jongin’s hands and heart thumping like an 808 drum had been implanted in his chest. Anxiously, he awaited some indication as to whether Jongin had heard him or not, and the oncoming heart attack was momentarily delayed as his best friend finally spoke.
“What?”
Sehun did his absolute best to convince himself that Jongin’s voice had most certainly not been hopeful, and that maybe, just maybe his confession had gone unheard. “N-nothing…” He stammered, much to his dismay. Fuck, if he hadn’t heard me before, he’ll know something is wrong now-
“No, Sehun…” Jongin was breathless, impatient. “Tell me. Tell me again.”
Sehun dared to glance up and red immediately claimed his cheeks as soon as he was met with Jongin’s earnest, intense expression. Nevertheless, he compelled himself to maintain eye contact. If he was going to confess and potentially destroy their long-lasting friendship, he might as well make it worth it… right?
“I love yo-”
His collar was twisted within the grasp of Jongin’s fingers, and he was tugged forward so suddenly that his final word was cut short.
It would have all gone unheard, anyways, because directly afterwards, Jongin’s lips clashed against his, all teeth and hints of tongue. It was sloppy, unexpected, and frankly, a little bit gross, but Sehun would never ever ever even begin to consider pulling away. Instead, he only pressed closer, the fingers of one hand tangling in dark strands of hair while those of the other splayed out across Jongin’s bare chest. Despite him having been out in the chilled, drenching atmosphere, all Sehun could feel was heat.
Heat radiating off of his skin. Heat exchanged between both of their lips as they moved in tandem, meshing together and easing apart only to relink in an even deeper connection.
Sehun felt hands come to rest on his defined hipbones, tugging him closer, and his only response was to hungrily capture Jongin’s lower lip between both of his own, sucking gently and rolling it between his teeth before daringly gliding his tongue along its surface. Jongin made his best attempt at gaining control of the entire ordeal, but the way Sehun nibbled at his lips and tenderly grazed his teeth against them distracted him too thoroughly for him to participate similarly.
A gentle yank of Jongin’s mop of hair led his neck to be exposed, lips instinctively parting in a hushed sound of submission as Sehun snuck his tongue inside, nudging against the roof of the other boy’s mouth. Jongin’s immediate reaction was to meet Sehun’s tongue with his own, but his intentions went unheeded as the younger male directed his tongue elsewhere, planning on mapping out every available area with the wet muscle before allowing Jongin to join in on the fun.
The slightest of whimpers spilled past full lips as Jongin endeavored to both rid himself of the troublesome accumulation of layers draped over his body and coax his best friend into a kiss that involved them both (he mightn’t admit it to anyone either dead or alive, but he happened to enjoy being dominated in one way or another- to what extent, he was not yet aware, but he was currently praying that Sehun would help him find out within the next hour or so). Although he was engrossed in the feel of Sehun’s lips, his tongue, his hands on him, he was somehow able to force all of the blankets onto the carpeted floor, leaving him in boxers that had already been clinging to his form as a result of rain; they did little to shield what was hidden underneath them, especially given how affected he already was.
Yet, Sehun was unaware of this new development until Jongin found it imperative to alert him by way of clambering unexpectedly into his lap, leading the younger male to briefly disconnect their lips in order to deliver a resounding gasp. Slender fingers took the liberty of hooking around Jongin’s waist, securing him in place although the toned legs bracketing Sehun’s were already precaution enough.
Although there existed the protection of two layers between their lower halves, Sehun couldn’t ignore the feel of Jongin’s smooth skin against his thighs; couldn’t ignore the hardening appendage pressing insistently against his own- he couldn’t ignore any of the contact between the both of them and it was gradually yet undoubtedly driving him insane. He allowed his hand to sneak its way up Jongin’s neck, tickling the nape as nails dragged against skin and sunk deep within already tousled strands.
Jongin finally felt Sehun’s tongue lightly bump against his, and his response was thoroughly enthusiastic- his tongue swiftly traced over the shape of his best friend’s, sliding up and over and around it before prodding relentlessly in hopes of inciting a battle of sorts. He was pleased to discover that Sehun’s true nature was dominant albeit gentle- it was a contradiction, yes, but as Jongin experienced the dual thrilling sensations of rough tangling of tongues and tender caresses of skin, he concluded that he didn’t mind in the least.
As the kiss grew increasingly heated, Jongin’s body temperature did the same, and his brain-to-body connection seemed to have been severed, seeing as his hips began to rock assertively down against those of the boy beneath him without any prior rendered permission.
It wasn’t like Sehun had any protests to this, though the sounds (coupled with some choice profanity) presently spewing past his lips could be interpreted otherwise. Yet, as the saying goes, actions speak louder than words… the younger wasted not one precious second before responding in kind, rubbing up against his best friend in a manner sustaining the greatest possible amount of friction, given their situation.
“A-ah- Sehun-” Jongin promptly buried his face in the called male’s shoulder, already far too embarrassed by the small sounds of pleasure departing from lips previously linked with Sehun’s. The entire kiss was forgotten, forced aside in favor of something that provoked Jongin into becoming even more vocal than he had already been before.
He just barely refrained from sinking his teeth into Sehun’s shoulder after the boy gave a particularly slow careen of his hips; the sharp points alternatively grazing against a collarbone. Sehun gave a distinctive throaty moan at this, and Jongin shyly littered a few kisses over the same patch of skin, wondering if he would receive a similar reaction.
As soon as he was met with a moan of additional sonority, his lips drew up into a satisfied smile, and he would have continued with such ministrations if it weren’t for Sehun all too suddenly lowering him down against the mattress. This time, Sehun was the one straddling his best friend’s hips, and he was leaning down with intentions of initiating yet another kiss when Jongin cheekily lifted a single leg and harshly applied pressure to Sehun’s clothed cock, moving his knee in steady circles against it.
Sehun instantly collapsed forward onto his elbows, lips parting shakily in a silent representation of pleasure and disremembering their mission to slot into place between Jongin’s own pair. He would have liked for Jongin to keep performing such movements, but that wasn’t part of the plan that had been forming in Sehun’s mind. No, it was primarily Jongin who was supposed to be on the receiving end of any and all things sexual, at least when it came to tonight.
Sehun wanted, desired, needed to prove to Jongin that there were other ways to cope with neglect and longing to feel loved. He would replace the pain with pleasure; the emptiness in Jongin’s heart with more love than he could ever imagine. He would spoil Jongin with affection and touch him in ways that were simultaneously comforting and maddening, loving and lustful.
These were the reasons behind why Sehun gently pushed Jongin’s leg away, settling it back onto the bed before bowing his head to nibble and tug on the boy’s lower lip a bit more harshly than he generally would, as a supposed form of punishment for his forward actions. The contented humming stemming from the male beneath him only proved that it seemed more like a reward than retribution. Yet, Sehun didn’t even consider ceasing his actions- instead, he vengefully incorporated Jongin’s exact motions and drove his knee against the considerable bulge in his best friend’s boxers, setting a rapid pace right from the start.
It took mere seconds before Jongin was left pleading and wriggling beneath him, voice breathy and desperate and disparate from how it usually was. “S-S-Sehu-ng- stop-”
Sehun actually froze for a moment, various doubts suddenly creeping into his mind and overriding the sensual, dazed state he had previously been in.
Does Jongin even want this? Or does he just want to be destroyed in a different way than usual? Does he even feel anything, anything at all for me, or is he just looking for an easy fuck? Am I being taken advantage of…?
“No, I didn’t actually mean-” A rather substantial intake of air, a turn of a head in hopes of hiding cheeks painted a brilliant red hue. “Sehun, I just want-more-”
“Do you love me back?” Sehun blurted, inwardly wincing as he realized all too late that he was probably killing the mood even further.
“W-what?” Jongin’s gaze was now on par with his, and all Sehun could see was shock and uncertainty. “I-”
“You know what?” Sehun cut him off, no longer wanting to hear the answer due to fear of the unknown. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. It’s not like I can just leave you like this. You wanted more? I’ll give you more-”
Although he had promised Jongin more, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to worship each and every part of the boy’s body- after having longed to do so for so long- in various states of dress and undress, and thus, he found himself hovering over his best friend’s crotch only seconds later.
Calloused hands pressed into Jongin’s hipbones, holding him down and keeping him anchored as Sehun surveyed the tent in the other boy’s boxers. He ever so slowly raised his gaze so that it met Jongin’s, and he kept it there as his tongue crept out of the dark recesses of his mouth and experimentally licked a thin stripe over the bulge concealed merely by a sheer layer of fabric. If it weren’t for the palms leaving an imprint in his skin, Jongin would have bucked up unrestrained; on the edge and oversensitive after having been teased for such a lengthy amount of time without any form of relief.
(The time that had passed wasn’t the only thing that was lengthy).
If the soft moan produced by the male beneath him was any indication, his best friend seemed to have enjoyed his actions, and thus, Sehun repeated them, this time at a far more decelerated pace. Jongin writhed beneath Sehun’s hands as he released the most needy of whimpers, unused to such attention; the only experience that he had gathered consisting of rough skin-to-skin contact enacted by himself.
“Se-hun-”
Sehun hummed low in his throat, acknowledging Jongin’s mention of his name and urging him to state exactly what he wanted.
“P-please-”
“Pleeeease… what?” His voice lowered an octave or so, but it was kept light and taunting, and the amalgamation was enough to frustrate Jongin in every conceivable way.
“Stop fucking-” Another swipe of Sehun’s tongue, although now it was centered directly over the head of Jongin’s clothed cock. “Nng-” The futile lifting of hips supported only by quivering legs. “--teasing-”
Sehun subsequently felt bad about the entire situation, despite how aroused and repressed he currently was himself. And so, his hands slid towards each other, towards the center of Jongin’s abdomen. His fingertips grazed against the solid ridges; contravening soft skin, before coming to a halt at the elastic of the other boy’s boxers. Casually, he dragged the band a centimeter or so away from Jongin’s hips before allowing it to snap back into place, drawing an unrestrained whine from the boy’s parted lips.
“Do you like pain, Jongin?” The alluring lilt of his voice accompanied with the featherweight glide of his fingers over Jongin’s erection elicited from it an exceedingly noticeable twitch.
Consequently, coils of crimson inched up the column of Jongin’s neck, proceeding to burst into a brilliant array of complementary colors across his tainted cheeks.
“Do you want me to be… rough with you?” His dominant hand further inhibited the blood flow to Jongin’s dick, but it was done in a gentle manner, despite his words. “…Because it’s not going to happen.”
Part 3