Rinse (B2ST)
Rinse
Doojoon/Kikwang || R || Romance
Because the thought of Doojoon and Kikwang sharing the shower isn't dirty at all.
Theme: 2/100
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Doojoon sighed as he wiped the remaining sweat from his forehead as he sat in the company van, his manager taking him back home. The weather was deadly that day, and it was the reason why he wanted to get indoors. He thought of the cool shower water waiting for him when he got there. The other members would probably complain about him running up the water bill, but in this case it was well worth it.
He thanked his manager quickly as he jumped out of the van, dashing for the door. Since everyone had equally busy days he didn't expect to see anyone in the place, but a pair of black and white sneakers by the door surprised him. The oldest walked past the empty living room into the bedroom, where he found Kikwang getting his shower materials together.
"You're getting in?" Doojoon asked the obvious, starting to strip himself of his sweaty clothes.
Kikwang nodded, slinging a towel across his shoulder. "It shouldn't take me long though," he said, eyeballing the condition the older boy was in.
"Oh." Doojoon saw the bathroom in his peripheral vision. It wouldn't take him long to make a beeline for the shower, though. He was closer to the door than Kikwang was. Judging from the look on Kikwang's face, the younger boy was practically reading Doojoon's thoughts and probably thinking of a way to counter it. In a split second, the two of them were out the door, heading towards the promised land. Doojoon threw himself against the door, slamming it shut and locking it right when Kikwang started jiggling the knob.
"What the hell, Doojoon!" came Kikwang's frustrated voice from the other side.
Doojoon laughed in a way that made him look insane. "Better luck next time, Kiki." He grinned widely as he heard Kikwang's steps stomp away. Once the coast was clear, he removed himself from the door, turning the shower water on a lukewarm temperature. He realized how crazy he must've looked, diving into the bathroom like a James Bond movie. He almost felt bad for Kikwang, but he knew if the dancer got into the bathroom first then he would be the very same way.
Doojoon stripped himself of his boxers and stepped gingerly into the shower. He'd forgotten his washcloth in the heat of the moment, but he wouldn't dare venture out to go and get it. He stuck his head under the running water, closing his eyes and letting the droplets run over his face. He was just reaching for the body wash when he heard a loud click. He froze, looking through the blur of the shower curtain to see a shape had entered the bathroom. A few seconds later, Kikwang's head popped in, bringing his nude body with him. "What the-"
"Since we both want to take a shower so badly, we might as well take one together," said Kikwang, pushing past Doojoon to get the body wash. The older male could do nothing but stare at his friend, watching as he lathered up on the soap and began to apply it to his body. When he'd finished he handed the body wash to Doojoon, who continued to stare at him. "Are you going to wash up or not?"
Doojoon took it from him silently, starting to lather up as Kikwang moved towards the water to wash off. Despite having seen each other naked more than once, he couldn't help but feel awkward about this arrangement, especially since the shower wasn't exactly roomy. He glanced over at Kikwang, seeing him wash the soap suds off his body. Somehow he became fixated with the way the bubbles slid down his milky skin, glistening over the tiny details of his collarbone, broad shoulders and and muscular torso. He couldn't explain why his stomach tightened up or how it became so hard to swallow.
"Can you get my back?" Kikwang asked him, handing him the loofah.
Doojoon nodded, taking the bath sponge. He was glad Kikwang turned around, not seeing the blush that had spread on his cheeks. Why was Kikwang having this effect on him? He began to scrub across his friend's back, going in small circles around his shoulder blades then to the middle. Me taking a shower with my group mate in a small shower, and I'm scrubbing his back. There's nothing wrong with that at all. He stopped as Kikwang turned to face him, taking the sponge into his hands.
"I'll get yours too," he insisted, making a little twirly motion with his finger, gesturing his leader to turn around. Doojoon hesitated but turned anyway, the water hitting his back gently as he felt the loofah being scrubbed against his back. He could feel Kikwang's breath ghosting his shoulders and he resisted the urge to shudder. The loofah drifted around his back, and then finally going underneath his left shoulder blade, causing him to jump.
"It's nothing," he assured the younger male quickly.
"Doojoon, I know that's one of your tickle spots." Kikwang brushed the sponge against Doojoon's back again, causing the older male to squeak.
"You're doing that on purpose aren't you?" Doojoon accused with a frown.
Kikwang smirked. "Maybe." He prodded Doojoon in the side, laughing as the taller male jerked away from him. He had another finger ready to poke him again, but Doojoon caught his wrist, pinning it against the wall above his head. "You're so aggressive! It's just a tickle!"
"You know how I feel about them." Doojoon retorted. It was then that he noticed the extremely short distance between them now. He could see the pupils dilate in Kikwang's eyes as the younger boy realized the same thing. His feet stayed rooted to the ground, hand squeezing Kikwang's wrist even tighter. Now was the wrong time to want to make a move, but in this situation, he was finding it very hard to control himself.
"Doojoon..." Kikwang whispered. Doojoon watched as his eyes dropped down to his lips, and he licked his own slowly. Something was happening between them, something he was sure to regret later, but that was then. Now, he wanted to cross the line he'd always been pushing since he could remember. He leaned closer, capturing Kikwang's lips in a gentle kiss, the younger boy immediately kissing back. The whole situation, him making out with his own friend in the middle of a shower, never registered in his mind. The only thing he could focus on was the pair of hot lips that were glued to his, feeling like fire from his mouth and all the way down to his toes.
Doojoon pulled away moments later, practically gasping for air until Kikwang cupped his face, pulling him back over and kissing him roughly, tongue colliding with his own. He'd never seen this side of the younger male before, and he most certainly liked it. His hand gripped Kikwang's ass, pulling him closer towards his body and feeling the result of their actions pressing right against him. He moved, rubbing his thigh experimentally between Kikwang's legs and earning a whine from his friend. The water running between them made the sensation a lot more enjoyable, but it wasn't enough. He moved his hand this time, finding Kikwang's erection and starting to pump up and down.
Kikwang moaned loudly, throwing his head back against the wall. "Fuck, Doojoon. Don't stop." Doojoon felt like he was going to come at any moment, watching Kikwang panting harshly underneath him and hearing him whimper in pleasure. He could tell the intensity was building up from the way his muscles began to clench, and he moved his hand faster, Kikwang digging his fingernails into his back and gasping right when he came into Doojoon's hand. Doojoon slowed his pace, and eventually stopped as Kikwang slumped against the wall, pulling him along while pressing soft kisses against his lips. Doojoon felt Kikwang's hand sliding down his torso, finally touching his throbbing erection. Seconds later he had collapsed against the wall next to Kikwang, tired and just as satisfied as the other man did. The two of them sat in a relatively calm silence, letting the cool water run over them.
"So..." Doojoon started to say.
"Hold that thought. Let's get out of this shower first," Kikwang said, not looking at him. Doojoon nodded, turning off the water, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist as he followed Kikwang from the bathroom. Their place was still free from the others, and Doojoon was secretly grateful they hadn't heard all the noise he'd made with Kikwang a few minutes ago.
The two finally got back into their room where their clothes were and began to dress for the night. Doojoon was the first one finished and he sat on the edge of the bed, watching Kikwang. The younger boy's plump lips were even more puffy than usual, bruised from the abuse they'd gone through just a few minutes ago. "I uh...your collarbone."
Kikwang pressed his fingers lightly on the hickey, grimacing. "It's alright, the guys won't find out as long as I avoid wearing v-necks for a while." He looked down at the ground, scooping up his towel from around his feet. Doojoon felt the atmosphere changing between them and he frowned slightly.
"Kikwang..."
"I'll go put our towels up," Kikwang said, also reaching for Doojoon's towel at the edge of the bed. Doojoon reached forward, grabbing his wrist before he could pull away. The younger boy finally looked at him.
"Are you scared?" Doojoon asked quietly. "Because you don't know what's going to happen between us now?"
Kikwang bit his lip, hesitating for a second. "I'm scared for our friendship. I don't want it to change."
"It won't," Doojoon assured him, standing up. He cupped a hand under Kikwang's chin, forcing him to look up. "I don't want to force you into anything you don't want to do though, but I can't hide how I feel anymore from you." He wasn't surprised to see the awe in Kikwang's face; it was time he came clean with his friend and with himself. "Just think about it, okay? I'll wait."
Before Kikwang could answer, the front door was opened and a clatter of voices was heard entering the vicinity. Doojoon touched Kikwang's face lightly, giving him a gentle smile before walking out of the room to interact with the others. He tried not to think about Kikwang and the offer, but it haunted him all through the night, even when the others had long gone to sleep. Doojoon was lying in his bed, tossing and turning, his mind restless and his body aching for sleep. In the end he decided to take a quick shower, since he was hot as well. He hoped Kikwang would answer him soon so he'd be able to get some sleep.
Doojoon had just stepped into the shower, letting the water run against his torso when he heard the door open and close. The shower curtain opened, and a presence entered the shower with him. He couldn't resist the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing Kikwang wrap his arms around his torso. "I guess you made your mind up."
"Yes, on one condition." Kikwang smirked as he pushed Doojoon to the wall, raising an eyebrow and signaling the obvious.
Doojoon chuckled, pulling the younger male even closer. "I can definitely agree to that."