HimUp Drabbles
These three are all HimUp, all drabbles, all ratings.
Of First Dates and Sweaty Hands
Himchan couldn’t remember ever being this nervous. His hands were clammy and every time he looked up and caught his date’s eyes he would blush and fidget in his seat. If his cousin hadn’t went on and on about how cute and angelic her co-worker was then Himchan wouldn’t even have agreed to this blind date. And how was he supposed to know she would actually be telling the truth for once? When the tanned boy with the tiny eyes and the friendly grin had introduced himself the rolling bubble in his stomach had formed and he hadn’t been able to get rid of it since.
“Are you feeling okay, Himchan-ssi?” Jongup’s eyebrows pulled together. “You seem sick.”
He shook his head, using the excuse that he was just a little heated and needed a drink of water. That seemed to appease the other boy, his face relaxing and a bright smile crossing his lips again.
“So how did you hear about this place?” Hands that had zero trace of shaking or sweat drew patterns into the condensation on his drink.
Himchan’s eyes watched him for a moment before he realized that he was supposed to have answered the question and not sit there with his mouth open like a fool. “M-My study partner in school mentioned it once. Said it was nice.”
Jongup nodded, his eyes lifting up and sparkling with what Himchan could only describe as mischievousness. “I make you nervous.” He spoke bluntly and with zero shame. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
If it wasn’t for the stiff shoulders and slight frown on the pouty lips Himchan might have thought the other boy didn’t even care what the answer was.
“Good.” He answered quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, maybe, I don’t know, do you want it to be a good thing?”
The tips of his ears turned red and Himchan thought it might just be the cutest thing he had ever seen. “Yeah.” Jongup answered softly. “I do.”
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Jongup smelled like beer and stale cigarettes from the bar they had impulsively went into on the way home. Himchan had watched him down drink after drink, always there with another one for when he was finished. And now he was reaping the rewards with an armful of soft cotton and warm flesh as Jongup lifted his arms to Himchan’s neck and his shirt rode up over his hips. “Do you want to come inside?” He reached into his pocket to dig for the key when his arm brushed over Himchan’s suddenly too tight jeans. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He pulled Himchan in after him before slamming his back against the door. “I would feel guilty for the obscene amounts of alcohol I was pouring down your throat but you seemed to have the same idea.” Himchan laughed against his mouth and nodded, bringing his arms back around the small waist. “But just for future reference, you don’t have to get me drunk to sleep with you.” Jongup nipped playfully at his bottom lip.
“For future reference?” Himchan tried to sound smug but his voice cracked on the words as Jongup’s tongue found its way down his neck and across his pulse.
This time it was Jongup who lost his voice when Himchan flipped them around and pressed Jongup against the door, their bodies flattened together and his teeth snapping down painfully hard over Jongup’s collarbones.
Jongup managed to raise a weak hand and pointed somewhere off to the side. “Bed.” He hissed between his teeth, jerking his hips against Himchan’s open palm. His lips dropped in a low moan as fingers slid under his jeans, Himchan’s hand cold against his hot skin. “If you want to fuck me, at least have the decency to do it for the first time in a bed.”
Himchan laughed breathlessly as he tugged him forward by the belt loops. “But the next time?”
“Oh I’m hoping for against the window.” Jongup ripped his shirt off as Himchan led him towards the bedroom. “That can wait until tomorrow though.”
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Totally and Completely Not Dating
These weren’t dates, Himchan told himself as he waited for Jongup to meet him at the restaurant. So what if they went out to eat every Friday night and then went to a movie and held hands. He also held hands with Yongguk and that meant absolutely nothing either. To be honest Yongguk always smelled like noodles and if they hadn’t been neighbors their whole lives then Himchan probably wouldn’t even like the idiot.
He smiled as the text came through on his phone from his best friend.
I was going to ask you to come play basketball with us but then I remembered its Friday and Friday is Jongup night. Loser.
He wasn’t even going to argue or try to seem cool because he knew Yongguk was only teasing him. Everyone knew Friday was Jongup night. He even tweeted about it and yeah, maybe his Facebook picture was of the two of them, but his mother said it was cute and he happened to think he looked really good in that picture. And of course Jongup looked good in it. Jongup looked good all the time.
Last weekend it had rained and Jongup had gotten cold in only his thin long-sleeved shirt so Himchan had offered him his jacket and he remembered how his throat closed up as Jongup looked up at him with his big eyes draped in his clothing.
Himchan shook his head. Nope, still not dating. Totally and completely not dating. He was just a good friend and he liked to take care of people.
“Himchannie-hyung!” Jongup waved excitedly at him from across the street. His dark brown hair flopped messily on his head as he ran towards him, hand already reaching for his own before they had even gotten close.
The small fingers braided naturally in his own and squeezed happily. “Hey Jonguppie. I thought you weren’t coming.”
He wrinkled his nose at him, tiny freckle that Himchan adored disappearing into the creases. “I was at work and they wouldn’t let me leave.” Himchan hadn’t even noticed the wrinkled waiters uniform the other was wearing. His eyes were always glued to Jongup’s smaller ones. “I’m sorry I don’t look nice.” The self-conscious tone in his voice had Himchan pulling him closer, releasing his fingers to wrap an arm around his neck.
No he didn’t notice that Jongup fit against him perfectly, leave him alone they weren’t dating!
“You look fine.” The ‘sweetheart’ that wanted to slip out of his mouth was pushed back.
Jongup’s arms were suddenly around his waist and Jongup’s face was against his neck and he was sighing and dammit, his hair did smell really, really good and okay, maybe they were dating.
But just a little.
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Fridays
Obsession was a very strong word. Obsession meant something consumed you and took you over and you couldn’t focus on anything but what you wanted.
Jongup held a full-time job, hung out with his friends on Saturdays, called his mother every Wednesday at six o’clock on the dot, all without even thinking about what lived next door.
But when he saw the headlights pull into the driveway at seven pm Monday through Friday, he was done for. All other thoughts flew out of his head and all he knew was his neighbor. The slope of his shoulders, the gait as he headed up the sidewalk, every characteristic and habit was ingrained in his head.
Kim Himchan.
The twenty-something banker who had moved next to him almost eight months ago. Since the first time he had knocked on his door and Jongup had swung it open to reveal a childishly naïve face and a homemade blueberry pie.
“Hello! I just moved in next door. I hope to fit in well in the neighborhood!”
From then on he was hooked. He had a mental schedule of everything Himchan did during the week and he was lucky the older man was rigid and inflexible.
Monday was his first day back at work after the weekend so Himchan would come home with take-out and stacks of files.
Thursday was staff meeting day so he’d bring the extra donuts home with him and would spend the entire evening in front of the TV doing sit-ups and crunches.
Friday though was Jongup’s favorite day. Friday was relaxation day. Friday was when Himchan would trudge into his house with exhausted eyes and a tie that was already loosened before he’d even left the car.
Friday was the day Jongup was glad their bedroom windows faced each other. And that Himchan never closed his blinds.
He would sit in the dark with his hands clenched into the armrests of the chair he had dragged up to the window. His eyes would trace the dip in his neighbor’s throat as he arched backwards on the bed, hand wrapped tightly around himself. Sometimes he touched himself to the same speed Himchan was using, but most of the time he just wanted to watch.
Himchan’s fingers were his favorite. They way he’d suck them into his mouth, adding another to stifle his cries, then how he would drag them slowly across his snowy white skin, taking special attention to his neck and collarbones. His grip would jerk faster when he was smoothing his wet fingers across those places and Jongup ached to know just how sensitive he was there. He swore he could see the trails of saliva down his chest where he’d finally arch his leg up on the bed and hook the soaking wet digits behind it.
After that Jongup’s vision would go blurry, breath coming in gasps, still refusing to touch himself because watching Himchan never failed to make him release in his pants like a freshman.
He wanted to see his face when he came, wanted to pull the pillow out of his teeth so he could hear his moans, wanted to yank that perfectly combed and gelled hair until it was knotted in his hand and Himchan was begging.
His body shook as the images in front of his face combined with the ones in his head and he couldn’t last any longer.
Himchan was so close that the red flush was moving down his body and Jongup had watched him enough to know that when it went as far as his ribs before Himchan would be scrambling for the towel next to him so that he didn’t soil his bed sheets.
Jongup wanted to soil those bed sheets.
His eyes were locked onto the way his neighbor’s chest was heaving and the hand resting on the soft belly that when he finally looked back up he was so shocked to see Himchan’s dark eyes staring into his that he bumped his head painfully off the glass and fell into the floor with a thud.
By the time he regained his sense of balance and staggered to his feet the other boy was gone and the bedroom light was off.
Jongup waited by his door for the rest of the evening for what he thought was the inevitable visit telling him to stay away or cops would be called, but all was quiet and the only sounds from next door was the low volume of the TV.
He snuck out the next morning before Himchan left for work, still ashamed and nervous about being caught.
Maybe he was mistaken, he told himself the rest of the weekend and through the next week. Himchan still hadn’t said anything to him and there was no graffiti painted onto his windows that proclaimed him a pervert. By Thursday he was breathing easier and assuming that maybe Himchan was just staring blankly off into the distance as he recovered. It was dark out and Jongup just blended into the night, that was all.
On Friday Himchan came home with an unusual quirk in his lips. Jongup tried not to watch him out of his kitchen window as he fixed supper, but he couldn’t help it. The need to watch his neighbor every second he could was ingrained in him now.
At nine o’clock he glanced shakily at the house across the street. This was the moment of truth. If Himchan went along with his same routines then he’d know everything was fine, but if the bedroom lamp stayed off then he had been caught. Himchan always stuck to his routines.
He breathed a sigh of relief when the lamp was turned on and Himchan appeared in the room opposite of him. His shirt was slowly unbuttoned and folded and placed on the edge of the bed before his hands stopped at the button of his slacks.
Jongup whimpered into his hand as Himchan’s eyes slid up to meet his own and a smirk covered his lips. Himchan grabbed the computer chair and pulled it up to the window, settling himself calmly into the seat.
After his heart started beating again Jongup realized he needed to get up and move away, pretend he had just been casually passing by, would that work? He stood and carefully started to move his chair away when Himchan raised the window and smiled brightly from his room.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was muffled through Jongup’s own shut window so he shakily unlatched it and pushed it open. “You’ve been getting a free show every week since I moved in. I think it’s my turn now.”
He stood at the window, tongue thick and pants already pulled tight and he didn’t know what to do.
Himchan huffed and rolled his eyes. “Turn your light on so I can see you better.”
Jongup followed his order without question, still lost as to what was happening.
Pointing to his jeans, Himchan raised an eyebrow in expectation.
He fumbled with the button and finally managed to get them undone and unzipped, pulling them down his thighs a little.
“No, no. You get to see the whole shebang, Mr. Moon. It’s only fair you pay me the same courtesy.”
Being spoken to in this commanding, detached tone just made Jongup harder and he hurriedly shoved his jeans and his boxers all the way to pool at his feet.
Himchan’s lips formed a perfect oh shape and he nodded in approval. “Okay then.” His hands disappeared and he wiggled on the chair before a pair of pants was thrown behind him. “Get to it.”
Jongup still didn’t know what was happening, but right now he didn’t care. He could see Himchan’s hand moving underneath the window sill and knowing he was touching himself to thoughts of him had his dick already twitching.
It didn’t take him long to bring himself to the edge as was finally allowed to watch the play of emotions cross Himchan’s face. His eyes fluttered and he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, raspy moans getting stuck in his throat and the flush that Jongup loved so much also spread into his face, dusting his cheeks.
“If you wanted to watch me, you could have just asked me out.” Himchan growled, free hand reaching up to pull at his hair. He swung bright eyes up towards Jongup’s wide ones and chuckled. “Unless you’re just a peeping tom who gets off on spying on his neighbors.”
“No.” Jongup finally spoke up, his voice dry and scratchy. “Just one.” He flattened his palm against the window and rested his head in the crook of his elbow. “H-How long have you known?”
Himchan didn’t answer, his ribs painted bright red and his head falling back and exposing his pretty neck to Jongup as he released across his chest.
Jongup groaned as he watched the liquid drip down his skin and it was enough to push him across with him, staining the wall under the window.
When he came back down to earth he smiled sleepily to the house across from him. “You wanna go out sometime?”
Himchan grinned and this time the red in his cheeks was from shyness. “Seven months for sure, but I thought I saw your curtains moving a couple weeks after I moved in.” He shrugged. “I figured you’d man up and ask me out eventually. But I was starting to get a little impatient.”
Jongup watched him pull his underwear back on and grab a t-shirt from his dresser. “Same time next week?” Now that Himchan knew he was watching he wanted the older man bent over the bed with his ass on full display and those slick fingers sliding inside of himself as he panted Jongup’s name.
“Of course.” Himchan winked at him before reaching up and starting to pull the window down. “I like to stick to my routines.”
Of First Dates and Sweaty Hands
Himchan couldn’t remember ever being this nervous. His hands were clammy and every time he looked up and caught his date’s eyes he would blush and fidget in his seat. If his cousin hadn’t went on and on about how cute and angelic her co-worker was then Himchan wouldn’t even have agreed to this blind date. And how was he supposed to know she would actually be telling the truth for once? When the tanned boy with the tiny eyes and the friendly grin had introduced himself the rolling bubble in his stomach had formed and he hadn’t been able to get rid of it since.
“Are you feeling okay, Himchan-ssi?” Jongup’s eyebrows pulled together. “You seem sick.”
He shook his head, using the excuse that he was just a little heated and needed a drink of water. That seemed to appease the other boy, his face relaxing and a bright smile crossing his lips again.
“So how did you hear about this place?” Hands that had zero trace of shaking or sweat drew patterns into the condensation on his drink.
Himchan’s eyes watched him for a moment before he realized that he was supposed to have answered the question and not sit there with his mouth open like a fool. “M-My study partner in school mentioned it once. Said it was nice.”
Jongup nodded, his eyes lifting up and sparkling with what Himchan could only describe as mischievousness. “I make you nervous.” He spoke bluntly and with zero shame. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
If it wasn’t for the stiff shoulders and slight frown on the pouty lips Himchan might have thought the other boy didn’t even care what the answer was.
“Good.” He answered quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, maybe, I don’t know, do you want it to be a good thing?”
The tips of his ears turned red and Himchan thought it might just be the cutest thing he had ever seen. “Yeah.” Jongup answered softly. “I do.”
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Jongup smelled like beer and stale cigarettes from the bar they had impulsively went into on the way home. Himchan had watched him down drink after drink, always there with another one for when he was finished. And now he was reaping the rewards with an armful of soft cotton and warm flesh as Jongup lifted his arms to Himchan’s neck and his shirt rode up over his hips. “Do you want to come inside?” He reached into his pocket to dig for the key when his arm brushed over Himchan’s suddenly too tight jeans. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He pulled Himchan in after him before slamming his back against the door. “I would feel guilty for the obscene amounts of alcohol I was pouring down your throat but you seemed to have the same idea.” Himchan laughed against his mouth and nodded, bringing his arms back around the small waist. “But just for future reference, you don’t have to get me drunk to sleep with you.” Jongup nipped playfully at his bottom lip.
“For future reference?” Himchan tried to sound smug but his voice cracked on the words as Jongup’s tongue found its way down his neck and across his pulse.
This time it was Jongup who lost his voice when Himchan flipped them around and pressed Jongup against the door, their bodies flattened together and his teeth snapping down painfully hard over Jongup’s collarbones.
Jongup managed to raise a weak hand and pointed somewhere off to the side. “Bed.” He hissed between his teeth, jerking his hips against Himchan’s open palm. His lips dropped in a low moan as fingers slid under his jeans, Himchan’s hand cold against his hot skin. “If you want to fuck me, at least have the decency to do it for the first time in a bed.”
Himchan laughed breathlessly as he tugged him forward by the belt loops. “But the next time?”
“Oh I’m hoping for against the window.” Jongup ripped his shirt off as Himchan led him towards the bedroom. “That can wait until tomorrow though.”
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Totally and Completely Not Dating
These weren’t dates, Himchan told himself as he waited for Jongup to meet him at the restaurant. So what if they went out to eat every Friday night and then went to a movie and held hands. He also held hands with Yongguk and that meant absolutely nothing either. To be honest Yongguk always smelled like noodles and if they hadn’t been neighbors their whole lives then Himchan probably wouldn’t even like the idiot.
He smiled as the text came through on his phone from his best friend.
I was going to ask you to come play basketball with us but then I remembered its Friday and Friday is Jongup night. Loser.
He wasn’t even going to argue or try to seem cool because he knew Yongguk was only teasing him. Everyone knew Friday was Jongup night. He even tweeted about it and yeah, maybe his Facebook picture was of the two of them, but his mother said it was cute and he happened to think he looked really good in that picture. And of course Jongup looked good in it. Jongup looked good all the time.
Last weekend it had rained and Jongup had gotten cold in only his thin long-sleeved shirt so Himchan had offered him his jacket and he remembered how his throat closed up as Jongup looked up at him with his big eyes draped in his clothing.
Himchan shook his head. Nope, still not dating. Totally and completely not dating. He was just a good friend and he liked to take care of people.
“Himchannie-hyung!” Jongup waved excitedly at him from across the street. His dark brown hair flopped messily on his head as he ran towards him, hand already reaching for his own before they had even gotten close.
The small fingers braided naturally in his own and squeezed happily. “Hey Jonguppie. I thought you weren’t coming.”
He wrinkled his nose at him, tiny freckle that Himchan adored disappearing into the creases. “I was at work and they wouldn’t let me leave.” Himchan hadn’t even noticed the wrinkled waiters uniform the other was wearing. His eyes were always glued to Jongup’s smaller ones. “I’m sorry I don’t look nice.” The self-conscious tone in his voice had Himchan pulling him closer, releasing his fingers to wrap an arm around his neck.
No he didn’t notice that Jongup fit against him perfectly, leave him alone they weren’t dating!
“You look fine.” The ‘sweetheart’ that wanted to slip out of his mouth was pushed back.
Jongup’s arms were suddenly around his waist and Jongup’s face was against his neck and he was sighing and dammit, his hair did smell really, really good and okay, maybe they were dating.
But just a little.
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Fridays
Obsession was a very strong word. Obsession meant something consumed you and took you over and you couldn’t focus on anything but what you wanted.
Jongup held a full-time job, hung out with his friends on Saturdays, called his mother every Wednesday at six o’clock on the dot, all without even thinking about what lived next door.
But when he saw the headlights pull into the driveway at seven pm Monday through Friday, he was done for. All other thoughts flew out of his head and all he knew was his neighbor. The slope of his shoulders, the gait as he headed up the sidewalk, every characteristic and habit was ingrained in his head.
Kim Himchan.
The twenty-something banker who had moved next to him almost eight months ago. Since the first time he had knocked on his door and Jongup had swung it open to reveal a childishly naïve face and a homemade blueberry pie.
“Hello! I just moved in next door. I hope to fit in well in the neighborhood!”
From then on he was hooked. He had a mental schedule of everything Himchan did during the week and he was lucky the older man was rigid and inflexible.
Monday was his first day back at work after the weekend so Himchan would come home with take-out and stacks of files.
Thursday was staff meeting day so he’d bring the extra donuts home with him and would spend the entire evening in front of the TV doing sit-ups and crunches.
Friday though was Jongup’s favorite day. Friday was relaxation day. Friday was when Himchan would trudge into his house with exhausted eyes and a tie that was already loosened before he’d even left the car.
Friday was the day Jongup was glad their bedroom windows faced each other. And that Himchan never closed his blinds.
He would sit in the dark with his hands clenched into the armrests of the chair he had dragged up to the window. His eyes would trace the dip in his neighbor’s throat as he arched backwards on the bed, hand wrapped tightly around himself. Sometimes he touched himself to the same speed Himchan was using, but most of the time he just wanted to watch.
Himchan’s fingers were his favorite. They way he’d suck them into his mouth, adding another to stifle his cries, then how he would drag them slowly across his snowy white skin, taking special attention to his neck and collarbones. His grip would jerk faster when he was smoothing his wet fingers across those places and Jongup ached to know just how sensitive he was there. He swore he could see the trails of saliva down his chest where he’d finally arch his leg up on the bed and hook the soaking wet digits behind it.
After that Jongup’s vision would go blurry, breath coming in gasps, still refusing to touch himself because watching Himchan never failed to make him release in his pants like a freshman.
He wanted to see his face when he came, wanted to pull the pillow out of his teeth so he could hear his moans, wanted to yank that perfectly combed and gelled hair until it was knotted in his hand and Himchan was begging.
His body shook as the images in front of his face combined with the ones in his head and he couldn’t last any longer.
Himchan was so close that the red flush was moving down his body and Jongup had watched him enough to know that when it went as far as his ribs before Himchan would be scrambling for the towel next to him so that he didn’t soil his bed sheets.
Jongup wanted to soil those bed sheets.
His eyes were locked onto the way his neighbor’s chest was heaving and the hand resting on the soft belly that when he finally looked back up he was so shocked to see Himchan’s dark eyes staring into his that he bumped his head painfully off the glass and fell into the floor with a thud.
By the time he regained his sense of balance and staggered to his feet the other boy was gone and the bedroom light was off.
Jongup waited by his door for the rest of the evening for what he thought was the inevitable visit telling him to stay away or cops would be called, but all was quiet and the only sounds from next door was the low volume of the TV.
He snuck out the next morning before Himchan left for work, still ashamed and nervous about being caught.
Maybe he was mistaken, he told himself the rest of the weekend and through the next week. Himchan still hadn’t said anything to him and there was no graffiti painted onto his windows that proclaimed him a pervert. By Thursday he was breathing easier and assuming that maybe Himchan was just staring blankly off into the distance as he recovered. It was dark out and Jongup just blended into the night, that was all.
On Friday Himchan came home with an unusual quirk in his lips. Jongup tried not to watch him out of his kitchen window as he fixed supper, but he couldn’t help it. The need to watch his neighbor every second he could was ingrained in him now.
At nine o’clock he glanced shakily at the house across the street. This was the moment of truth. If Himchan went along with his same routines then he’d know everything was fine, but if the bedroom lamp stayed off then he had been caught. Himchan always stuck to his routines.
He breathed a sigh of relief when the lamp was turned on and Himchan appeared in the room opposite of him. His shirt was slowly unbuttoned and folded and placed on the edge of the bed before his hands stopped at the button of his slacks.
Jongup whimpered into his hand as Himchan’s eyes slid up to meet his own and a smirk covered his lips. Himchan grabbed the computer chair and pulled it up to the window, settling himself calmly into the seat.
After his heart started beating again Jongup realized he needed to get up and move away, pretend he had just been casually passing by, would that work? He stood and carefully started to move his chair away when Himchan raised the window and smiled brightly from his room.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was muffled through Jongup’s own shut window so he shakily unlatched it and pushed it open. “You’ve been getting a free show every week since I moved in. I think it’s my turn now.”
He stood at the window, tongue thick and pants already pulled tight and he didn’t know what to do.
Himchan huffed and rolled his eyes. “Turn your light on so I can see you better.”
Jongup followed his order without question, still lost as to what was happening.
Pointing to his jeans, Himchan raised an eyebrow in expectation.
He fumbled with the button and finally managed to get them undone and unzipped, pulling them down his thighs a little.
“No, no. You get to see the whole shebang, Mr. Moon. It’s only fair you pay me the same courtesy.”
Being spoken to in this commanding, detached tone just made Jongup harder and he hurriedly shoved his jeans and his boxers all the way to pool at his feet.
Himchan’s lips formed a perfect oh shape and he nodded in approval. “Okay then.” His hands disappeared and he wiggled on the chair before a pair of pants was thrown behind him. “Get to it.”
Jongup still didn’t know what was happening, but right now he didn’t care. He could see Himchan’s hand moving underneath the window sill and knowing he was touching himself to thoughts of him had his dick already twitching.
It didn’t take him long to bring himself to the edge as was finally allowed to watch the play of emotions cross Himchan’s face. His eyes fluttered and he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, raspy moans getting stuck in his throat and the flush that Jongup loved so much also spread into his face, dusting his cheeks.
“If you wanted to watch me, you could have just asked me out.” Himchan growled, free hand reaching up to pull at his hair. He swung bright eyes up towards Jongup’s wide ones and chuckled. “Unless you’re just a peeping tom who gets off on spying on his neighbors.”
“No.” Jongup finally spoke up, his voice dry and scratchy. “Just one.” He flattened his palm against the window and rested his head in the crook of his elbow. “H-How long have you known?”
Himchan didn’t answer, his ribs painted bright red and his head falling back and exposing his pretty neck to Jongup as he released across his chest.
Jongup groaned as he watched the liquid drip down his skin and it was enough to push him across with him, staining the wall under the window.
When he came back down to earth he smiled sleepily to the house across from him. “You wanna go out sometime?”
Himchan grinned and this time the red in his cheeks was from shyness. “Seven months for sure, but I thought I saw your curtains moving a couple weeks after I moved in.” He shrugged. “I figured you’d man up and ask me out eventually. But I was starting to get a little impatient.”
Jongup watched him pull his underwear back on and grab a t-shirt from his dresser. “Same time next week?” Now that Himchan knew he was watching he wanted the older man bent over the bed with his ass on full display and those slick fingers sliding inside of himself as he panted Jongup’s name.
“Of course.” Himchan winked at him before reaching up and starting to pull the window down. “I like to stick to my routines.”