For Your Viewing Pleasure
Pairing: BangLo
Rated: M
Length: 4.4K
One of my friends asked if someone would write this for her:
"Imagine your OTP sitting across from each other masturbating together, lustfully watching each other pleasure themselves."
Junhong gripped the movie tight against his chest, his jacket draped over the front in hopes that no one would see what was under it. He looked both directions when he stepped into the dorm and sighed in relief when no one was around to see him sneak in.
Carefully tiptoeing to his bedroom he never expected the sudden appearance of a certain hyung, shrieking in surprise when the black-haired boy popped out of his room.
“You okay there?” Himchan helped him back to his feet before leaning over to grab for the dropped jacket.
“No!’ Junhong pushed him out of the way and grabbed the jacket and movie off the floor, darting past his shocked band mate and into his room. He bit his lip and looked frantically for somewhere to hide it, somewhere that no one would ever think to look.
A door slamming sounded behind him. “Alright Junhong. What’s going on?” Himchan sounded stern and Junhong knew that even though the older boy was silly 95% of the time, there was that small 5% where he turned into an over-protective hyung. “What are you hiding?”
“N-Nothing hyung.” He gulped, backing away from him.
Himchan stepped towards him. “Show me what’s under the jacket.” He ordered, holding his hands out.
Junhong shook his head, grip so tight that he was afraid he’d break the plastic casing. “It’s nothing, I swear!”
Even though he was larger and generally stronger than the older boy, he was still the maknae and he knew that he had to do whatever he was told to do. Reluctantly, he let his hold on the box loosen as Himchan pried it out of his fingers.
Silence hung in the air for a few moments as Himchan looked over the front cover of the film he held in his hands.
“Junhong?” His raspy voice was strangled as he tried to come to terms with what he was seeing. “This is porn.”
Junhong winced, too embarrassed to look at him. “I know.” He whispered, rolling his lip between his teeth.
Himchan took a deep breath. “This is… gay porn…”
“Yes.” Junhong knew his cheeks and his ears and even his damn neck were bright red. This was the single most mortifying experience of his life.
“Are you- Are you gay, Junhong?” Himchan sounded incredulous. Not angry, just shocked. When the younger boy didn’t answer he laid the movie down on the bed and gripped onto his shoulders. “Tell hyung the truth.”
He licked his lips and nodded. “Please don’t tell anyone!”
Himchan laughed awkwardly and patted his back. “Are you too scared to let anyone know yet? There’s no reason to be shy, trust me.” His voice hinted at something but Junhong wasn’t sure what it was. “Does anyone know?”
He shook his head frantically. “Of course not!” His voice was several levels higher than normal. “Why would I tell anyone that?”
The other boy smiled knowingly. “Maybe it would make you less tense.” He suggested. “Get the stress of keeping a secret off of your shoulders?”
Junhong knew he was only trying to make him feel better. There was no way he could tell the rest of the members. The image of the disgust he would find in his, no their, eyes was enough to make him feel like vomiting. “No.” He said adamantly. “I don’t want anyone to know.”
Himchan could see the determination on his face and conceded. “Will you at least tell me what you’re doing with a porno? I mean, when and where do you even think you’ll be able to watch it? You’re never alone.”
He had a point. The six of them spent practically every second together, joined at the hip. The only time Junhong was by himself was when he was in the shower. And even then he had to deal with the other members strolling in to brush their teeth or grab random items from the medicine cabinet.
“Daehyun’s birthday.” He said softly. “I overheard you saying that you were all going out that night. Since I’m too young to get into any clubs I figured I would have the whole night just for myself.” The main vocal’s birthday was just a few days away and they had all been excited to go out and celebrate for it.
Himchan squeezed his arm. “Alright then. I won’t tell anyone your secret, okay? But I meant what I said. Telling everyone would make you feel better.”
He left him alone in his bedroom still trying to find a spot to hide the movie where no one would come across it. Finally giving up, he stuffed it into his underwear drawer figuring no one would dare to snoop through there.
---
“You sure you don’t want to come with us, Junhong-ah?” Daehyun pouted. “We’re going to go eat first so can’t you at least come eat with us?”
He opened his mouth to decline the invite but the hopeful look on his friend’s face stopped him. They always felt bad when they did things that left Junhong out. Lately they had been going overboard trying to include him in their outings.
“Sure hyung.” He finally said stiffly, mind traveling to the item that was still hidden in his drawer. “Let me go get changed.”
“You seem distracted.” Himchan’s voice spoke up next to his ear as they headed towards the subway. “Whatcha thinking about?” He giggled at the obvious answer. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep everyone out late.”
“What are you two whispering about?” Junhong stiffened at the voice that spoke up behind them. It was the one voice in the dorm that caused his stomach to do somersaults and his body to heat up to deadly levels.
They both turned their heads to meet the suspicious eyes of the leader. “Nothing Guk.” Himchan grinned, tossing an arm around the maknae’s shoulders. “Just bonding with my dongsaeng.”
Yongguk didn’t look like he believed his best friend, his eyes still narrowed. “Himchan I think I saw Jongup looking around for you earlier.”
“Jonguppie?” He turned around and ran off towards the front of the group to hug his favorite member fiercely.
This left the oldest and the youngest member alone together.
“Everything going okay with you, Junhong?” He nodded, not looking away from the street under his sneakers. “Because you’ve been really quiet lately. I’ve kind of missed you running around the dorm like a five year old hyped on sugar.”
Junhong whipped his head up, his eyes flashing with anger. “I’m not a child, hyung.” He snapped.
Yongguk’s mouth dropped open in surprise. The younger boy had never spoken to him in that tone before. He was always the one hyung that Junhong idolized the most.
“I know you’re not.” He finally replied, gaze soft as it traveled down Junhong’s gangly body. “You’ve not been a child for a while now, Junhonggie.” With those parting words, he gave him a small smile and left him behind, running up to join the others.
He picked at his food, not really interested in the conversation going on around him. All he wanted to do was go home and be alone. It had been ages since he had the dorm 100% completely to himself for hours and he didn’t want to spend it at a crowded restaurant. Once the meal started to slow and most of the members were sitting back in their seats with relaxed expressions he saw his chance.
“I’m getting sleepy. I think I’m going to head back to the dorm.” He faked a yawn and ignored Himchan’s wide grin. After giving Daehyun one last birthday hug he waved goodbye to the other members and practically ran outside to the street to catch a cab.
Yongguk watched him go, once again suspicious of the boy’s behavior. “Is something going on with Junhong?” He asked Himchan, not noticing the smirk that crossed his friend’s face.
“Oh I’m sure he’s fine.” Himchan reassured him. “His personality just changes the older he gets.”
Yongguk nodded but kept his eyes on the boy outside the window until he was safe inside a cab and on the way home.
“But-“ Himchan continued, nonchalantly running his finger around the rim of his glass. “If you’re that worried then maybe you should head out a little earlier than us tonight. You know, to go home and check on him.”
“You think?” A small smile danced across Yongguk’s lips. “Yeah, I’ll do that. He might open up to me more if we’re alone.”
A snort sounded beside him with Himchan trying to cover it up by pretending he was coughing. “Oh, I’m sure there will be lots of opening up happening tonight, Guk.” At Yongguk’s glare he shot him an innocent smile. “Just saying.”
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Flopping down onto the couch, Junhong let out a quiet breath and grinned. The long shower he had just taken had relaxed his body, soothed his always aching muscles and put him in an even better mood than he was already in. The movie was already waiting for him in the DVD player and he had a box of tissues sitting on the coffee table all ready to go.
He looked around cautiously, making sure there was no one home before pressing play on the remote and waiting excitedly for the movie to start.
The opening credits were just starting on the screen and cheesy music playing in the background when the front door slammed open, a quiet “Junhong?” filling the air.
The frightened boy jumped up, jabbing at the buttons on the remote until the screen turned black. “H-Hyung?” He gasped out, his eyes comically large as he stared unblinkingly at Yongguk. “What are you- I thought you weren’t going to be home for hours!”
Yongguk’s eyes flickered to the TV and back to him. “I was worried about you.” He said simply. “Why do you look so nervous?” He took a step towards him and eyed the remote in Junhong’s clenched fingers. “Were you watching TV? Can I watch it with you?”
“No!” Junhong should have been embarrassed at how high-pitched his voice was, but all he could think about was getting the hell out of there. “N-No, just go back to the other members!”
Ignoring his obvious distress, Yongguk strolled into the room and grabbed the remote out of his hands before he could stop him. “You’re hiding something Junhong.” He accused him, turning the power back on. “Whatever you’re doing can’t be that b-“
He trailed off, eyes wide and jaw frozen open.
Junhong covered his eyes with his palms in shame as the picture on the screen remained frozen in front of them.
“Junhong.” Yongguk’s voice sounded strained. “You’re watching two men kissing.”
“I know.” His voice was muffled as he refused to move his hands. “Do you think I’m disgusting, hyung?”
Yongguk was suddenly in front of him, tugging his arms down and shaking his head. “Of course not. I would never think you were disgusting, Junhong.” He pulled the younger boy into his chest and rested his cheek on his head. “Is this what you and Himchan have been hiding from me?” At Junhong’s nod he sighed. “I gotta say it kind of hurts my feelings that you told Himchan and not me. I thought I was your favorite hyung.”
A snort reached his ears before the other boy’s long arms wrapped around his chest. “You are my favorite.” Junhong murmured against his shoulder. “That’s why I couldn’t tell you. I don’t want you to think I’m weird.”
Yongguk forced his face up so that he could see him. “Junhong, nothing you could ever say to me would make me think differently of you. So you like boys. I don’t find that wrong in the slightest, believe me.” He motioned towards the TV, his face heating up as he suddenly turned shy. “I could… If you want me to maybe I can watch it with you?”
Well that was a turn of events that Junhong never imagined to happen tonight. “What?”
The older boy scratched his neck awkwardly. “Well, I’m here. And we’re both mature, right? I mean it doesn’t have to be weird.”
Junhong watched him carefully. “Hyung? You want to watch porn with me? Gay porn?”
“Yes.” Yongguk swallowed. “Just- Just forget it. I’ll go to my room and you can watch it alone.” He turned and walked a few steps away before Junhong grabbed his arm.
“Stay.” He said quietly. “I want to watch it with you.”
They both sat on opposite ends of the couch, their bodies as stiff as boards while the movie started back up, the two boys on the screen attached at the lips, soft sounds coming out of their mouths. It wasn’t as relaxing as it had been earlier when he was by himself. Now Junhong was tense, eying Yongguk out of the corner of his eye.
“It’s okay Junhong.” Yongguk’s lips quirked up into a small smile. “Relax and watch the movie.”
He trained his eyes straight ahead, not daring to look over again. This time he was able to calm his heartbeat down a little. Deep down he knew Yongguk cared about him and would never bring this up in front of the others.
The boys in the film began removing each other’s clothing, their groans and pants filling the air making Junhong’s body warm up. He loved the sounds in the movies the best. The wet smack of lips hitting together, the rhythmic tone of skin pounding against skin, the low moans bursting out of their mouths. Those were what brought him to the brink.
His fingers twitched on the couch next to him, desperately needing to move to his lap. The urge to touch himself had never been so strong. But he wasn’t sure how far Yongguk wanted this to go. Did he really expect them to watch this whole movie and not get turned on?
A soft whine flew out of him against his will as he watched one of the actors suddenly spank the other so hard that it made a loud cracking sound.
Yongguk closed his eyes and gripped onto his shorts at the sound. “Are you getting turned on?”
“I’m sorry, hyung.” Junhong whispered, worried he had ruined their peaceful silence. “I just- I wanted to be alone to watch this so that I could…” He motioned towards his partially tented pajama pants.
Yongguk didn’t reply for a moment, his eyes practically burning a hole in the younger boy’s lap. “You can... do that. If you,” He took a ragged breath. “If you want to.”
They stared at each other, Junhong not sure if he was serious or just saying what he thought he wanted to hear. “Are you sure? You don’t mind?”
“No.” Yongguk shook his head, his ears reddening. “I mean, we’re both boys. We have the same parts, right?”
Junhong turned back to the movie, biting his lip when he saw the older boy gently hooking his fingers in the younger boy’s boxers and slowly pull them down. His breath started to speed up as he crawled back up his legs, stopping with his lips only inches away from the fully erect cock. The boy’s lips were large and puffy, Junhong’s brain instantly replacing him with his leader. Even his smile was large and gum-filled when he wrapped a palm around him, making the other boy beg him to stop teasing.
“Hyung…” Junhong’s body trembled with arousal and his fingers were slowly inching their way up his thighs.
“It’s okay.” Yongguk’s soothing voice sounded like it was miles away, barely heard over the heartbeat pounding in Junhong’s head. “Go ahead, Junhong.”
He gave in and let his palm pass softly over his lap once and then twice, but it wasn’t near enough to satisfy him. He let it rest overtop of his bulge, pressing down firmly.
The slick saliva-filled noises were whooshing through his ears and he had to close his eyes for a second so that they were all he concentrated on. It wasn’t hard to pretend there was someone between his legs, those sounds coming from their lips. He could almost see the soft brown hair falling against his stomach as his hyung’s mouth enveloped him inside, the warm moist tongue pressing itself flat against the underside of his cock. Fingers dancing their way across his hipbones before gripping onto him tightly to hold him still.
Junhong was near panting by this point and just merely brushing against himself was not working for him. He shakily untied the strings on his pants and darted his hand underneath, breathing a deep sigh of relief when he was finally skin to skin.
The actor flipped the other boy around, nudging his legs apart with his knees and murmuring words that Junhong would never in a million years be confident enough to say to someone, but he wouldn’t lie and say that they didn’t turn him on.
His lip was trapped between his teeth and he jerked when he swiped his thumb over the tip, his mouth falling open and eyes glazing over in lust. Bringing his hand back out of his pants he brought it up to his mouth to lap at his palm, not stopping until it was coated in his saliva.
A deep groan emerged from him as the cool wetness came into contact with his heated erection. As the boy on the screen finished preparing the other, fingers sliding out from inside of him and grabbing the bottle on the bed, he let his eyes meet those of his leaders, surprised to see them looking intensely into his own.
What shocked him even more was the sight of Yongguk’s hand inside of his own shorts, the movement inside fast and jerky.
He knew he should avert his eyes before Yongguk grew uncomfortable and told him to stop, but he couldn’t and it didn’t look like the older boy was ashamed in the slightest. If anything having the maknae’s eyes on him made him bolder, his chest rumbling and his tongue darting out to slide over his dry lips.
They could hear the sounds of the two boys starting the main action on the screen, but neither bothered to look away, their eyes still watching each other’s movements.
Junhong finally grew self-conscious, his gaze traveling back to the TV, resting his head on the back of the couch when it grew too heavy to hold up anymore. He tried to spread his legs apart to give him more room, but his boxers were too tight, too constricting and he wasn’t able to sprawl out the way he wanted to.
Without thinking of the repercussions, not caring if it made him feel embarrassed later, he hurriedly pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees, burrowing down further on the couch. He hissed under his breath as the cool air in the room hit his overly hot skin, but he wasted no time in continuing his movements, hand now able to move faster and faster until he was gasping.
The sound of a zipper brought him back down to earth and he looked back to the other end of the couch, a ragged chuckle leaving his lips when he saw Yongguk angrily trying to wrestle his shorts down his legs. The laugh died in his throat when the other boy finally succeeded in freeing himself, erection standing proudly up in the air for a second before Yongguk gripped it back in his fist.
Junhong had fantasized hundreds of times about what lied underneath his hyung’s clothes, one would be an idiot not to ogle the slim muscular body, but he never thought he’d be lucky enough to actually see it. He had pushed off his crush as just a silly puppy love that he would outgrow eventually. But now that he knew that Yongguk’s thighs were just barely dusted with light colored hair, that his hipbones were so sharp he knew they would leave bruises on whoever was lucky enough to be pressed against him, and that he was bigger than he had imagined, well Junhong knew that the puppy love had transformed into full blown obsession. There was no way he would be able to move past it now. Not when Yongguk’s half-lidded dark eyes were staring straight at him. Not when those large plushy lips were mouthing his name as he jerked himself off into his fist.
He turned his attention back to his own needs, pushing his pants all the way down and kicking them off so that he could spread them even farther apart, toes curled over the edge of the coffee table. He brought his free hand up to his mouth and sucked a finger inside, building up enough spit that his digit was dripping when he pulled it out.
Still watching Yongguk carefully and gauging his reaction, he reached under his thigh and let it circle around his entrance, the hand on his cock losing the rhythm until he had his heartbeat under control again.
The only change in the older boy’s expression was the clenching of his jaw, so Junhong knew he was okay with whatever he wanted to do. The finger slid in easily thanks to how wet he had made it, but Junhong still whimpered in pain. It had been weeks since he had been alone long enough to do more than a quick hand-job on himself. The muscles were tight and didn’t want to be stretched, but he pushed forward anyways knowing if he just ignored the pain that it would go away soon enough. He pulled the bottom of his shirt up to his mouth and shoved it into his mouth to stifle the loud cries that he knew would be coming in just a few minutes.
He arched his back slightly so that he could curl his wrist better, eyes fluttering as the pain slowly started to fade away to a pleasing burn inside of him. He couldn’t stop the instinctive jerks upwards his lower half made with every movement of his fingers. Even though he had no sexual experience so speak of his body still knew what it was supposed to do when there was something inside of him. He also knew from past times alone just where to press his finger to make him see fireworks behind his eyelids, to take him over the edge in just seconds.
But he didn’t want this to end, didn’t want Yongguk to zip his shorts back up, didn’t want to stop staring into his eyes as they both fell apart together. He chewed so hard on his lip that he could taste blood on his tongue.
Yongguk could see in his eyes that he was fighting against himself, not giving his body what it needed. He gave him the tiniest sliver of a smile before turning his body over onto its side, letting Junhong see all of him. How the sweat on his chest was glistening in the light of the TV, how hard he had gotten while watching him, even the tiny twitches his cock made every time Junhong let loose with a muffled cry.
The tic in Yongguk’s jaw let him know that he was barely hanging on so he hurriedly thrusted his finger further inside of himself, lightly scratching his nail across the spot that instantly had him seeing white, other hand leaving his lap to fist against his shirt as his body fucked itself into the air, all shame gone, mind only concentrating on one thing and that was to finish what he had started.
He could hear Yongguk’s deep grunts and groans from beside him but the pleasure was so great that he couldn’t even keep his eyes opened anymore, his stomach tightening harder and harder until his jaw dropped open, shirt falling limply from between his teeth as he moaned long and low in his throat, feeling his chest being covered in the warm ropes of liquid. He rode out his orgasm until the pulsing had stopped, the feeling taking forever to subside because of how long it had been since he last had alone time.
Bleary eyes slid back over to the other boy as he panted in exhaustion. Yongguk gave a quiet grunt of his name before his palm covered his tip, stopping his release from going everywhere. He dropped his head to his chest and cursed as he wiped the sticky mess onto his shorts.
They re-dressed quietly, both of the boys too tired to have the uncomfortable conversation they knew they needed. When Junhong ejected the DVD and tried to dart into his room Yongguk stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
“Junhonggie.” He whispered, voice rough.
“Please don’t.” Junhong answered, tracing the plastic casing with his fingers. “I know what you’re going to say so you don’t need to say it, okay?”
A laugh rumbled against his back. “You have no idea what I want to say.” His fingertips trailed up Junhong’s bare arms leaving goosebumps in their wake. “What happened in here, it wasn’t acceptable, we both know that.” Junhong tried to pull away but those strong arms stopped him again. “No, just listen! I should have known better, should have stopped myself.” He sounded so full of guilt that Junhong thought he might even be choking up.
“I’m not a child, hyung.” He answered, turning his head so that he could see the steeliness in his eyes. “You don’t have to treat me with kid gloves and decide for yourself what’s right for me.”
Yongguk’s lip twitched as he bit back a smile. “I know you’re not a child, Junhonggie. That’s kind of the problem.” He chewed on his cheek and studied the younger boy for a second. “One of the cordi noona’s has a birthday in a few weeks. Himchan was planning a surprise party for her.” Junhong shivered when the hot breath blew across the back of his neck. “I don’t think we would be missed too much.”
A large grin spread across Junhong’s cheeks and he felt his heartbeat double its pace, something it had been doing for months around the older boy. “Round two?” He whispered, letting his body relax in the other boy’s hold.
He sighed when he felt those thick lips press against the soft spot where his neck met his shoulder. “Round two.” Yongguk murmured against his skin. “And round three. And maybe even round four.”
Rated: M
Length: 4.4K
One of my friends asked if someone would write this for her:
"Imagine your OTP sitting across from each other masturbating together, lustfully watching each other pleasure themselves."
Junhong gripped the movie tight against his chest, his jacket draped over the front in hopes that no one would see what was under it. He looked both directions when he stepped into the dorm and sighed in relief when no one was around to see him sneak in.
Carefully tiptoeing to his bedroom he never expected the sudden appearance of a certain hyung, shrieking in surprise when the black-haired boy popped out of his room.
“You okay there?” Himchan helped him back to his feet before leaning over to grab for the dropped jacket.
“No!’ Junhong pushed him out of the way and grabbed the jacket and movie off the floor, darting past his shocked band mate and into his room. He bit his lip and looked frantically for somewhere to hide it, somewhere that no one would ever think to look.
A door slamming sounded behind him. “Alright Junhong. What’s going on?” Himchan sounded stern and Junhong knew that even though the older boy was silly 95% of the time, there was that small 5% where he turned into an over-protective hyung. “What are you hiding?”
“N-Nothing hyung.” He gulped, backing away from him.
Himchan stepped towards him. “Show me what’s under the jacket.” He ordered, holding his hands out.
Junhong shook his head, grip so tight that he was afraid he’d break the plastic casing. “It’s nothing, I swear!”
Even though he was larger and generally stronger than the older boy, he was still the maknae and he knew that he had to do whatever he was told to do. Reluctantly, he let his hold on the box loosen as Himchan pried it out of his fingers.
Silence hung in the air for a few moments as Himchan looked over the front cover of the film he held in his hands.
“Junhong?” His raspy voice was strangled as he tried to come to terms with what he was seeing. “This is porn.”
Junhong winced, too embarrassed to look at him. “I know.” He whispered, rolling his lip between his teeth.
Himchan took a deep breath. “This is… gay porn…”
“Yes.” Junhong knew his cheeks and his ears and even his damn neck were bright red. This was the single most mortifying experience of his life.
“Are you- Are you gay, Junhong?” Himchan sounded incredulous. Not angry, just shocked. When the younger boy didn’t answer he laid the movie down on the bed and gripped onto his shoulders. “Tell hyung the truth.”
He licked his lips and nodded. “Please don’t tell anyone!”
Himchan laughed awkwardly and patted his back. “Are you too scared to let anyone know yet? There’s no reason to be shy, trust me.” His voice hinted at something but Junhong wasn’t sure what it was. “Does anyone know?”
He shook his head frantically. “Of course not!” His voice was several levels higher than normal. “Why would I tell anyone that?”
The other boy smiled knowingly. “Maybe it would make you less tense.” He suggested. “Get the stress of keeping a secret off of your shoulders?”
Junhong knew he was only trying to make him feel better. There was no way he could tell the rest of the members. The image of the disgust he would find in his, no their, eyes was enough to make him feel like vomiting. “No.” He said adamantly. “I don’t want anyone to know.”
Himchan could see the determination on his face and conceded. “Will you at least tell me what you’re doing with a porno? I mean, when and where do you even think you’ll be able to watch it? You’re never alone.”
He had a point. The six of them spent practically every second together, joined at the hip. The only time Junhong was by himself was when he was in the shower. And even then he had to deal with the other members strolling in to brush their teeth or grab random items from the medicine cabinet.
“Daehyun’s birthday.” He said softly. “I overheard you saying that you were all going out that night. Since I’m too young to get into any clubs I figured I would have the whole night just for myself.” The main vocal’s birthday was just a few days away and they had all been excited to go out and celebrate for it.
Himchan squeezed his arm. “Alright then. I won’t tell anyone your secret, okay? But I meant what I said. Telling everyone would make you feel better.”
He left him alone in his bedroom still trying to find a spot to hide the movie where no one would come across it. Finally giving up, he stuffed it into his underwear drawer figuring no one would dare to snoop through there.
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“You sure you don’t want to come with us, Junhong-ah?” Daehyun pouted. “We’re going to go eat first so can’t you at least come eat with us?”
He opened his mouth to decline the invite but the hopeful look on his friend’s face stopped him. They always felt bad when they did things that left Junhong out. Lately they had been going overboard trying to include him in their outings.
“Sure hyung.” He finally said stiffly, mind traveling to the item that was still hidden in his drawer. “Let me go get changed.”
“You seem distracted.” Himchan’s voice spoke up next to his ear as they headed towards the subway. “Whatcha thinking about?” He giggled at the obvious answer. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep everyone out late.”
“What are you two whispering about?” Junhong stiffened at the voice that spoke up behind them. It was the one voice in the dorm that caused his stomach to do somersaults and his body to heat up to deadly levels.
They both turned their heads to meet the suspicious eyes of the leader. “Nothing Guk.” Himchan grinned, tossing an arm around the maknae’s shoulders. “Just bonding with my dongsaeng.”
Yongguk didn’t look like he believed his best friend, his eyes still narrowed. “Himchan I think I saw Jongup looking around for you earlier.”
“Jonguppie?” He turned around and ran off towards the front of the group to hug his favorite member fiercely.
This left the oldest and the youngest member alone together.
“Everything going okay with you, Junhong?” He nodded, not looking away from the street under his sneakers. “Because you’ve been really quiet lately. I’ve kind of missed you running around the dorm like a five year old hyped on sugar.”
Junhong whipped his head up, his eyes flashing with anger. “I’m not a child, hyung.” He snapped.
Yongguk’s mouth dropped open in surprise. The younger boy had never spoken to him in that tone before. He was always the one hyung that Junhong idolized the most.
“I know you’re not.” He finally replied, gaze soft as it traveled down Junhong’s gangly body. “You’ve not been a child for a while now, Junhonggie.” With those parting words, he gave him a small smile and left him behind, running up to join the others.
He picked at his food, not really interested in the conversation going on around him. All he wanted to do was go home and be alone. It had been ages since he had the dorm 100% completely to himself for hours and he didn’t want to spend it at a crowded restaurant. Once the meal started to slow and most of the members were sitting back in their seats with relaxed expressions he saw his chance.
“I’m getting sleepy. I think I’m going to head back to the dorm.” He faked a yawn and ignored Himchan’s wide grin. After giving Daehyun one last birthday hug he waved goodbye to the other members and practically ran outside to the street to catch a cab.
Yongguk watched him go, once again suspicious of the boy’s behavior. “Is something going on with Junhong?” He asked Himchan, not noticing the smirk that crossed his friend’s face.
“Oh I’m sure he’s fine.” Himchan reassured him. “His personality just changes the older he gets.”
Yongguk nodded but kept his eyes on the boy outside the window until he was safe inside a cab and on the way home.
“But-“ Himchan continued, nonchalantly running his finger around the rim of his glass. “If you’re that worried then maybe you should head out a little earlier than us tonight. You know, to go home and check on him.”
“You think?” A small smile danced across Yongguk’s lips. “Yeah, I’ll do that. He might open up to me more if we’re alone.”
A snort sounded beside him with Himchan trying to cover it up by pretending he was coughing. “Oh, I’m sure there will be lots of opening up happening tonight, Guk.” At Yongguk’s glare he shot him an innocent smile. “Just saying.”
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Flopping down onto the couch, Junhong let out a quiet breath and grinned. The long shower he had just taken had relaxed his body, soothed his always aching muscles and put him in an even better mood than he was already in. The movie was already waiting for him in the DVD player and he had a box of tissues sitting on the coffee table all ready to go.
He looked around cautiously, making sure there was no one home before pressing play on the remote and waiting excitedly for the movie to start.
The opening credits were just starting on the screen and cheesy music playing in the background when the front door slammed open, a quiet “Junhong?” filling the air.
The frightened boy jumped up, jabbing at the buttons on the remote until the screen turned black. “H-Hyung?” He gasped out, his eyes comically large as he stared unblinkingly at Yongguk. “What are you- I thought you weren’t going to be home for hours!”
Yongguk’s eyes flickered to the TV and back to him. “I was worried about you.” He said simply. “Why do you look so nervous?” He took a step towards him and eyed the remote in Junhong’s clenched fingers. “Were you watching TV? Can I watch it with you?”
“No!” Junhong should have been embarrassed at how high-pitched his voice was, but all he could think about was getting the hell out of there. “N-No, just go back to the other members!”
Ignoring his obvious distress, Yongguk strolled into the room and grabbed the remote out of his hands before he could stop him. “You’re hiding something Junhong.” He accused him, turning the power back on. “Whatever you’re doing can’t be that b-“
He trailed off, eyes wide and jaw frozen open.
Junhong covered his eyes with his palms in shame as the picture on the screen remained frozen in front of them.
“Junhong.” Yongguk’s voice sounded strained. “You’re watching two men kissing.”
“I know.” His voice was muffled as he refused to move his hands. “Do you think I’m disgusting, hyung?”
Yongguk was suddenly in front of him, tugging his arms down and shaking his head. “Of course not. I would never think you were disgusting, Junhong.” He pulled the younger boy into his chest and rested his cheek on his head. “Is this what you and Himchan have been hiding from me?” At Junhong’s nod he sighed. “I gotta say it kind of hurts my feelings that you told Himchan and not me. I thought I was your favorite hyung.”
A snort reached his ears before the other boy’s long arms wrapped around his chest. “You are my favorite.” Junhong murmured against his shoulder. “That’s why I couldn’t tell you. I don’t want you to think I’m weird.”
Yongguk forced his face up so that he could see him. “Junhong, nothing you could ever say to me would make me think differently of you. So you like boys. I don’t find that wrong in the slightest, believe me.” He motioned towards the TV, his face heating up as he suddenly turned shy. “I could… If you want me to maybe I can watch it with you?”
Well that was a turn of events that Junhong never imagined to happen tonight. “What?”
The older boy scratched his neck awkwardly. “Well, I’m here. And we’re both mature, right? I mean it doesn’t have to be weird.”
Junhong watched him carefully. “Hyung? You want to watch porn with me? Gay porn?”
“Yes.” Yongguk swallowed. “Just- Just forget it. I’ll go to my room and you can watch it alone.” He turned and walked a few steps away before Junhong grabbed his arm.
“Stay.” He said quietly. “I want to watch it with you.”
They both sat on opposite ends of the couch, their bodies as stiff as boards while the movie started back up, the two boys on the screen attached at the lips, soft sounds coming out of their mouths. It wasn’t as relaxing as it had been earlier when he was by himself. Now Junhong was tense, eying Yongguk out of the corner of his eye.
“It’s okay Junhong.” Yongguk’s lips quirked up into a small smile. “Relax and watch the movie.”
He trained his eyes straight ahead, not daring to look over again. This time he was able to calm his heartbeat down a little. Deep down he knew Yongguk cared about him and would never bring this up in front of the others.
The boys in the film began removing each other’s clothing, their groans and pants filling the air making Junhong’s body warm up. He loved the sounds in the movies the best. The wet smack of lips hitting together, the rhythmic tone of skin pounding against skin, the low moans bursting out of their mouths. Those were what brought him to the brink.
His fingers twitched on the couch next to him, desperately needing to move to his lap. The urge to touch himself had never been so strong. But he wasn’t sure how far Yongguk wanted this to go. Did he really expect them to watch this whole movie and not get turned on?
A soft whine flew out of him against his will as he watched one of the actors suddenly spank the other so hard that it made a loud cracking sound.
Yongguk closed his eyes and gripped onto his shorts at the sound. “Are you getting turned on?”
“I’m sorry, hyung.” Junhong whispered, worried he had ruined their peaceful silence. “I just- I wanted to be alone to watch this so that I could…” He motioned towards his partially tented pajama pants.
Yongguk didn’t reply for a moment, his eyes practically burning a hole in the younger boy’s lap. “You can... do that. If you,” He took a ragged breath. “If you want to.”
They stared at each other, Junhong not sure if he was serious or just saying what he thought he wanted to hear. “Are you sure? You don’t mind?”
“No.” Yongguk shook his head, his ears reddening. “I mean, we’re both boys. We have the same parts, right?”
Junhong turned back to the movie, biting his lip when he saw the older boy gently hooking his fingers in the younger boy’s boxers and slowly pull them down. His breath started to speed up as he crawled back up his legs, stopping with his lips only inches away from the fully erect cock. The boy’s lips were large and puffy, Junhong’s brain instantly replacing him with his leader. Even his smile was large and gum-filled when he wrapped a palm around him, making the other boy beg him to stop teasing.
“Hyung…” Junhong’s body trembled with arousal and his fingers were slowly inching their way up his thighs.
“It’s okay.” Yongguk’s soothing voice sounded like it was miles away, barely heard over the heartbeat pounding in Junhong’s head. “Go ahead, Junhong.”
He gave in and let his palm pass softly over his lap once and then twice, but it wasn’t near enough to satisfy him. He let it rest overtop of his bulge, pressing down firmly.
The slick saliva-filled noises were whooshing through his ears and he had to close his eyes for a second so that they were all he concentrated on. It wasn’t hard to pretend there was someone between his legs, those sounds coming from their lips. He could almost see the soft brown hair falling against his stomach as his hyung’s mouth enveloped him inside, the warm moist tongue pressing itself flat against the underside of his cock. Fingers dancing their way across his hipbones before gripping onto him tightly to hold him still.
Junhong was near panting by this point and just merely brushing against himself was not working for him. He shakily untied the strings on his pants and darted his hand underneath, breathing a deep sigh of relief when he was finally skin to skin.
The actor flipped the other boy around, nudging his legs apart with his knees and murmuring words that Junhong would never in a million years be confident enough to say to someone, but he wouldn’t lie and say that they didn’t turn him on.
His lip was trapped between his teeth and he jerked when he swiped his thumb over the tip, his mouth falling open and eyes glazing over in lust. Bringing his hand back out of his pants he brought it up to his mouth to lap at his palm, not stopping until it was coated in his saliva.
A deep groan emerged from him as the cool wetness came into contact with his heated erection. As the boy on the screen finished preparing the other, fingers sliding out from inside of him and grabbing the bottle on the bed, he let his eyes meet those of his leaders, surprised to see them looking intensely into his own.
What shocked him even more was the sight of Yongguk’s hand inside of his own shorts, the movement inside fast and jerky.
He knew he should avert his eyes before Yongguk grew uncomfortable and told him to stop, but he couldn’t and it didn’t look like the older boy was ashamed in the slightest. If anything having the maknae’s eyes on him made him bolder, his chest rumbling and his tongue darting out to slide over his dry lips.
They could hear the sounds of the two boys starting the main action on the screen, but neither bothered to look away, their eyes still watching each other’s movements.
Junhong finally grew self-conscious, his gaze traveling back to the TV, resting his head on the back of the couch when it grew too heavy to hold up anymore. He tried to spread his legs apart to give him more room, but his boxers were too tight, too constricting and he wasn’t able to sprawl out the way he wanted to.
Without thinking of the repercussions, not caring if it made him feel embarrassed later, he hurriedly pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees, burrowing down further on the couch. He hissed under his breath as the cool air in the room hit his overly hot skin, but he wasted no time in continuing his movements, hand now able to move faster and faster until he was gasping.
The sound of a zipper brought him back down to earth and he looked back to the other end of the couch, a ragged chuckle leaving his lips when he saw Yongguk angrily trying to wrestle his shorts down his legs. The laugh died in his throat when the other boy finally succeeded in freeing himself, erection standing proudly up in the air for a second before Yongguk gripped it back in his fist.
Junhong had fantasized hundreds of times about what lied underneath his hyung’s clothes, one would be an idiot not to ogle the slim muscular body, but he never thought he’d be lucky enough to actually see it. He had pushed off his crush as just a silly puppy love that he would outgrow eventually. But now that he knew that Yongguk’s thighs were just barely dusted with light colored hair, that his hipbones were so sharp he knew they would leave bruises on whoever was lucky enough to be pressed against him, and that he was bigger than he had imagined, well Junhong knew that the puppy love had transformed into full blown obsession. There was no way he would be able to move past it now. Not when Yongguk’s half-lidded dark eyes were staring straight at him. Not when those large plushy lips were mouthing his name as he jerked himself off into his fist.
He turned his attention back to his own needs, pushing his pants all the way down and kicking them off so that he could spread them even farther apart, toes curled over the edge of the coffee table. He brought his free hand up to his mouth and sucked a finger inside, building up enough spit that his digit was dripping when he pulled it out.
Still watching Yongguk carefully and gauging his reaction, he reached under his thigh and let it circle around his entrance, the hand on his cock losing the rhythm until he had his heartbeat under control again.
The only change in the older boy’s expression was the clenching of his jaw, so Junhong knew he was okay with whatever he wanted to do. The finger slid in easily thanks to how wet he had made it, but Junhong still whimpered in pain. It had been weeks since he had been alone long enough to do more than a quick hand-job on himself. The muscles were tight and didn’t want to be stretched, but he pushed forward anyways knowing if he just ignored the pain that it would go away soon enough. He pulled the bottom of his shirt up to his mouth and shoved it into his mouth to stifle the loud cries that he knew would be coming in just a few minutes.
He arched his back slightly so that he could curl his wrist better, eyes fluttering as the pain slowly started to fade away to a pleasing burn inside of him. He couldn’t stop the instinctive jerks upwards his lower half made with every movement of his fingers. Even though he had no sexual experience so speak of his body still knew what it was supposed to do when there was something inside of him. He also knew from past times alone just where to press his finger to make him see fireworks behind his eyelids, to take him over the edge in just seconds.
But he didn’t want this to end, didn’t want Yongguk to zip his shorts back up, didn’t want to stop staring into his eyes as they both fell apart together. He chewed so hard on his lip that he could taste blood on his tongue.
Yongguk could see in his eyes that he was fighting against himself, not giving his body what it needed. He gave him the tiniest sliver of a smile before turning his body over onto its side, letting Junhong see all of him. How the sweat on his chest was glistening in the light of the TV, how hard he had gotten while watching him, even the tiny twitches his cock made every time Junhong let loose with a muffled cry.
The tic in Yongguk’s jaw let him know that he was barely hanging on so he hurriedly thrusted his finger further inside of himself, lightly scratching his nail across the spot that instantly had him seeing white, other hand leaving his lap to fist against his shirt as his body fucked itself into the air, all shame gone, mind only concentrating on one thing and that was to finish what he had started.
He could hear Yongguk’s deep grunts and groans from beside him but the pleasure was so great that he couldn’t even keep his eyes opened anymore, his stomach tightening harder and harder until his jaw dropped open, shirt falling limply from between his teeth as he moaned long and low in his throat, feeling his chest being covered in the warm ropes of liquid. He rode out his orgasm until the pulsing had stopped, the feeling taking forever to subside because of how long it had been since he last had alone time.
Bleary eyes slid back over to the other boy as he panted in exhaustion. Yongguk gave a quiet grunt of his name before his palm covered his tip, stopping his release from going everywhere. He dropped his head to his chest and cursed as he wiped the sticky mess onto his shorts.
They re-dressed quietly, both of the boys too tired to have the uncomfortable conversation they knew they needed. When Junhong ejected the DVD and tried to dart into his room Yongguk stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
“Junhonggie.” He whispered, voice rough.
“Please don’t.” Junhong answered, tracing the plastic casing with his fingers. “I know what you’re going to say so you don’t need to say it, okay?”
A laugh rumbled against his back. “You have no idea what I want to say.” His fingertips trailed up Junhong’s bare arms leaving goosebumps in their wake. “What happened in here, it wasn’t acceptable, we both know that.” Junhong tried to pull away but those strong arms stopped him again. “No, just listen! I should have known better, should have stopped myself.” He sounded so full of guilt that Junhong thought he might even be choking up.
“I’m not a child, hyung.” He answered, turning his head so that he could see the steeliness in his eyes. “You don’t have to treat me with kid gloves and decide for yourself what’s right for me.”
Yongguk’s lip twitched as he bit back a smile. “I know you’re not a child, Junhonggie. That’s kind of the problem.” He chewed on his cheek and studied the younger boy for a second. “One of the cordi noona’s has a birthday in a few weeks. Himchan was planning a surprise party for her.” Junhong shivered when the hot breath blew across the back of his neck. “I don’t think we would be missed too much.”
A large grin spread across Junhong’s cheeks and he felt his heartbeat double its pace, something it had been doing for months around the older boy. “Round two?” He whispered, letting his body relax in the other boy’s hold.
He sighed when he felt those thick lips press against the soft spot where his neck met his shoulder. “Round two.” Yongguk murmured against his skin. “And round three. And maybe even round four.”