Pairing: HimUp
Rated: M (smut, recreational drug use)
Length: 7.5K
SONG *Tumblr fic request from pupsbitch*
The first time Himchan followed Yongguk down the side streets and back alleys was because his lab partner had convinced him to hang out after school. The empty lot next to the Save a Dollar and behind the old movie theater had been abandoned for as long as Himchan could remember. There were even tree seedlings sprouting through the cracks in some places, the trunks thin and breakable still but growing bigger every time he looked at them.
Of course that could have been the effect of the joint Yongguk was smoking right beside him. The fumes had ceased to bother him and now they made his head swim and his eyes blink in confusion.
“I’ve taken like ten drags, Himchan.” Yongguk pushed him backwards with concern. “I knew you were a baby but I never thought you’d be blazed from a two minute contact high.”
“Your lips look weird when you talk.” Himchan tried to reach forward and touch the slippery worms that Yongguk called lips but was denied by a hard hit to the jaw.
Yongguk put the end of his joint out on the back of his notebook and rolled his eyes. “The guys are going to have a fun time with you.”
Himchan looked around the empty lot and frowned. “What guys? Oh my god, does marijuana make you go blind?”
“I’m going to regret bringing you here. No test in the world is worth this shit.” His lab partner was always kind of rude but now that they were out of school those words hurt Himchan’s feelings.
The sound of a basketball bouncing and loud voices laughing made Himchan forget he was blind and he looked up to see three boys he vaguely recognized from school heading towards them. The tallest one grinned when he saw Yongguk and Himchan waiting by the locked gate. He elbowed the loud boy next to him and pointed to Himchan, whispering something that made the two of them laugh.
“He’s already lit and he didn’t even touch my joint.” Yongguk left him with a sneer of disgust and followed them into the lot through the still standing but broken fence.
After a few moments the tall boy who didn’t look a day older than fourteen popped his head back through and raised an eyebrow. “Are you coming or not? We kind of don’t like to be seen standing around out there.”
Himchan’s lips dropped open in an oh shape before he stupidly nodded and climbed through the tarp covered fence after him.
The area they stepped into was smaller than the lot next to it, but big enough that there was enough room for the four boys already inside to sprawl out under the canopy of sheltering trees. If he didn’t have a watch on Himchan wasn’t even sure he would know what time of day it was under there. The cool shade was actually kind of relaxing, he thought as he gave the three newcomers closer looks.
The loud one was easy. Everyone knew Daehyun. You couldn’t walk down the hallway at school without seeing (or hearing) him. He was the co-captain of the Varsity soccer team and was rumored to being currently scouted by two high-ranking universities.
The tall boy was obviously no higher than a freshman, Himchan mused as he looked over the baby-fat cheeks and listened to the still high-pitched voice.
The last one of their group was a mystery. Himchan thought he had seen him in Study Hall at the beginning of the year but then he had never came back so he thought the boy had moved away. He was the smallest of all of them but was for sure older than the beanpole in the corner laughing at a line of ants. Soft brown hair fell into small bored eyes that met Himchan’s with zero qualms.
“You’re the kid that always gets put in detention.” He finally realized where he had seen that blasé face and nonchalant expression before. All those weeks of helping Mr. Im clean out his old textbooks and rearrange his classroom was spent during lunch hour and Himchan was sure the tiny boy had been present for at least a few of them. “The one that never speaks.”
The sly grin the boy gave him had Himchan tensing up in surprise.
“I speak.” He informed him with the softest, most gentlest voice Himchan thought he had ever heard. A direct contrast to the condescending smirk on his lips. “Just only when I have something important to say.”
He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and held it to Himchan.
“No.” Himchan wrinkled his nose in disgust. “They make your breath stink.”
The smaller boy, the one Himchan had never looked twice at because he was a senior and didn’t care one bit about the younger students, had the nerve to laugh at him.
“You’re as big of an asshole as Yongguk said.” Before Himchan could turn to his lab partner and complain, because he thought they were friends, the boy had wrapped a hand around Himchan’s wrist and tugged him down beside him. “Here.” He grabbed the last half of the joint Yongguk was holding between his lips and pushed it towards Himchan.
“I’m not a druggie.” Himchan froze when mystery boy took a deep drag, blowing the thick smoke across Himchan’s face. The smoke felt like it was curling deep inside of his throat, covering every inch of him with illicitness. “You can’t do that.”
The other boy sat back against an old barrel drum that was probably filled with human bodies or a million other things Himchan didn’t want to think about. “I just did. Loosen up.” He turned to Daehyun and finished off the joint, smashing the end with his shoe and waiting for the other boy to finish lighting the small bong he had pulled out of his backpack.
Himchan would never have thought any of these boys were drugged out losers by looking at them. Okay the smart-aleck kid, maybe. But Yongguk was a straight B student who personally asked Himchan to pair up with him in Biology just to improve his grade. And Daehyun surely wouldn’t risk his entire future over a few hours of being high. The tall kid looked clean cut and fresh out of preschool and his mother would probably still think him young enough to be taken over her knee and spanked if he was caught.
“He’s staring, Jongup.” Giraffe, because that’s the only name Himchan’s cotton-filled brain could think of, kicked towards delinquent boy. “Has anyone ever passed out from marijuana?”
Jongup, because that was a lot better of a name than ‘kid who needed to be slapped’, shrugged his shoulders and refused to even look like he cared. “I don’t think so. Give him a few minutes and he’ll be begging for a hit.”
He doubted it. Even if it smelled pretty good. Even if with every hit Daehyun’s smile became wider and wider. Even if every inhale of the infected air made Himchan’s body looser and more relaxed until he felt like he could fly straight through the trees swaying energetically above them.
“He’s waving at the sky now. Make him stop he’s embarrassing himself.”
“Shut up Zelo.” Yongguk sounded amused from wherever he had landed, Himchan wasn’t sure and no longer cared. “Stop watching him or Jongup might set you on fire with his lighter.”
Himchan blinked to clear his eyes and tried to make the confusing words make turn into sense in his rapidly thickening brain. He felt every stress and demand from school melting away from his back and as the biggest smile he had made in weeks spread across his face he wondered why he hadn’t done this before.
When Jongup patted the spot next to him Himchan quickly crawled across the concrete, the both of them laughing as he fell against Jongup’s side with an oomph. Jongup’s body was warm and starting to glow with sweat so Himchan knew he had to practically dripping in it by now. With him it always made him feel like a pig and he hated the way it looked, but Jongup sitting next to him made it look natural. The way the sun passing through the overhead branches glinted off of his flushed cheeks and the dots of perspiration forming across his neck made Himchan feel…
“Hot.” He rasped, fanning his neck with his school jacket. “Is anyone else hot?”
Daehyun laughed loudly and obnoxiously on the other side of Jongup. “Oh man, I can’t wait to see him have a direct high. He’s got to be more fun than Yongguk’s existential crisis high.”
Jongup pulled off his own jacket then helped Himchan with his, throwing them towards Zelo who snatched them up to make a pillow out of in his corner. “You want to take a hit now?”
He looked at the plastic bong in Jongup’s hands and felt conflicted. This was a nice feeling, it was happiness and sunlight and hair brushing against his shoulder. But he had a straight A future to think about and one tiny mistake could set him back for years.
“I’ll be okay?” He asked quietly, hoping loudmouth Daehyun wouldn’t hear. “You can’t die or anything from this?”
“It makes your head feel fuzzy for a few hours but that’s it.” Daehyun promised from the other side, motioning for him to try it. “And if you die then we’ll leave you here because I’m not risking my scholarships for your pussy ass.”
Jongup tilted his head to the side in thought. “Do you want to shotgun?” When Himchan looked up at him in panicked confusion, he licked his lips and smiled nervously. “It’s when someone else takes the hit for you.”
He was too busy watching a drop of sweat trail dangerously low to the neckline of the white tank top Jongup had on under the unbuttoned uniform shirt. He wasn’t even aware he had nodded until Jongup had placed his lighter to the bowl of weed and pressed his lips inside the rim of the bong, sucking up the smoke filling the chamber.
When his face came back up he was tight-lipped and glassy-eyed, his hands reaching for Himchan’s cheeks and pulling him forward. Himchan opened his mouth in surprise but Jongup’s lips were already pressing against his and exhaling into his mouth. He shuddered from the feel of the soft lips covering his own before grabbing at Jongup’s shirt and tugging him closer and closer until all of the smoke was inside of his chest and he felt like coughing his lungs up.
“What-“ He broke off with a wheeze, the unfamiliar feeling not unpleasant inside him but definitely new. He coughed loudly and forcefully until the air returned. “What was that?”
“Shotgunning.” Zelo spoke up dryly, tracing patterns into the air above him. “And your first kiss by the looks of it.”
Himchan was too strung out to protest, even if it was true. He was too busy watching Jongup’s eyes curl as he laughed at something Daehyun whispered into his ear and his fingers as they unbuttoned more of the shirt to reveal the sticky tank top underneath.
A new feeling started forming inside of him and not one that would make him cough his chest to pieces again. One that made his palms sweat and his breath quicken and he wanted to know what those pinpricks of moisture inside Jongup’s collarbone tasted like and he was desperate to know the texture of the thin fingers as he sucked them inside of his mouth, tongue rolling over them until Jongup deemed them wet en-
“Mission accomplished.” Yongguk spoke up in satisfaction as he watched Himchan’s eyes devouring the boy next to him. “Now where’s that Biology test?”
Jongup turned back to him and winked at Himchan’s dumbstruck expression. He rummaged around in his backpack until he found a rolled up test paper that if Himchan was aware he was handing Yongguk he would have protested about. “He might change the bonus questions but the actual test is supposed to be the same every year so it should work.”
Yongguk shrugged and shoved it into his backpack. “Whatever. At least it gives me a head start. And it was easy enough bringing the teacher’s pet with me so no skin off my back if it’s wrong.”
“Hey wait.” Daehyun spoke up in concern, the bong shoved back into Jongup’s hands. “Where’s Jae?”
They looked around, Himchan included even if he had no idea what they were talking about.
“I saw him fourth period.” Yongguk dialed a number on his cell phone. “Where are you?”
While he talked to whomever Jae was, Himchan was still busy trying to mentally work through whatever the fuck had just happened to him. “Do it again.”
Jongup turned to him in surprise? “What?”
Himchan motioned towards the bong. “Do it again. Shotgun me.”
“Yeah?” Jongup’s teeth were nice, Himchan decided. He liked them. He might tell him that later when his body wasn’t thrumming in anticipation. “You like it?”
Nodding, Himchan sunk down against him as Jongup repeated the movements from before then dipping his head low and tilting Himchan’s chin with a finger.
This time he took it slower, the smoke coming in short bursts that had Himchan whining into his mouth for more. The smoke didn’t burn going down as much this time because he was expecting it so he didn’t have to pull away for air, his arms winding around Jongup’s neck and holding him still even when there was no reason to stay connected.
Jongup pulled the bong free from where it was painfully smashed between their chests and handing it back to Daehyun so he could circle Himchan’s hips and tug him into his lap. He tilted his head to the side and somehow managed to turn the shotgunning into a kiss without Himchan even realizing it as he kissed him back with more teeth than he probably should have. Jongup bit back with equal fervor, the warm taste of blood hitting his tongue at the same time Jongup’s own did, the slick muscle curling against his own and causing a loud whimper to escape from him.
“I deserve two tests for having to watch this.” Yongguk muttered in disgust.
Himchan didn’t hear him, his entire body tuned into Jongup’s sounds only. The low growl every time Himchan’s teeth stabbed into his lips, the groan when Himchan’s hips stuttered against him of their own free will, even the sound of his breathing getting louder and louder in the quiet hideaway they had made next to the Save a Dollar and behind the old theater.
“Hey guys! Sorry, I had a meeting with the- Oh my god seriously? The one time I’m late and Jongup’s already got him in his lap?” A new voice Himchan hadn’t heard before broke through the haze of his mind but Jongup hissed a warning when he tried to scramble off his lap. “That shit is not fair. I missed all the buildup.”
Jongup finally relented and let Himchan off of him but kept an arm tightly around his shoulder so he couldn’t move far. “Hey Jae.” His voice was still soft but now it was husky and smug as he greeted the newcomer. “Himchan, Youngjae. Youngjae, Himchan.”
He recognized the new boy now that he had gotten a good look at him. Yoo Youngjae was a junior but Himchan knew he was President of their class and set to become Valedictorian when he graduated next year. How this group of completely different students had joined their little after school drug ring was something he told himself to remember to think about later. But not now. Now was kissing time. Jongup’s lips were red and swollen and every time he licked them Himchan wondered if he could taste him on them.
“Hey.” Youngjae eyed him with laughter dancing in his eyes. “Nice to meet you.” He unfurled a plastic bag from his pocket and pulled a rolling paper out of his wallet. “Alright back to whatever the fuck you two were doing when I got here. No need to stop on my account.” He tilted the bag to empty some of the weed onto the paper as Daehyun moved over to join him.
Himchan was still hot only now the heat wasn’t just on his skin, it was inside of him, it was in his fingertips, on the tip of his tongue, in the joints of his bones. He didn’t even notice the sweet smell of the drug in the background anymore, it was just him and Jongup here and something needed to be done about the ache in his pants because he had never felt need this strong before.
“Your first time getting high is a rollercoaster.” Jongup told him, thumb stroking slowly across the small sliver of skin peeking through over his hipbone. “Next time won’t be so intense.”
“Why am I so horny?” Himchan asked bluntly. He would have been embarrassed but he had felt every inch of Jongup’s dick rubbing against him when he was on his lap so there was no need to be vague now.
The corner of Jongup’s lips tilted up as he lowered his hand to toy with the zipper of his pants making Himchan’s breath catch. “Getting high is different for everyone. Daehyun laughs a lot. Yongguk starts crying over all of the starving children in Africa. Zelo likes to be alone in his corner. You just get horny.”
“What about you?” Himchan asked in a whisper as he slipped his hand up the bottom of Jongup’s tank. His palm spread flat across Jongup’s belly and he could have cried in happiness from the feeling of ridges and muscles flexing under his touch. “What happens to you when you get high?”
Jongup blinked and he suddenly looked younger than before without all of the cocky attitude and sexy expressions. “Apparently I talk about you too much.” He swallowed nervously and sat back, removing his hands from Himchan and returning his face to the blasé one that had so annoyed Himchan when he first arrived. “My mom told me to be home early. I think I’m going to head out. See you around.”
Youngjae dropped the joint he had been rolling, not even noticing as Daehyun screeched and tried to scoop all of the fallen weed back up. “What? But what about…” He waved awkwardly at the rejected looking Himchan. “You’ve been talking ab-“
“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Jongup didn’t look at him as he yanked his backpack on and climbed through the hole in the fence in a hurry to get out.
“Well then.” Youngjae frowned, his eyes finding Himchan’s. “Jongup’s kind of an asshole sometimes. Sorry about that.”
Himchan shrugged and rubbed his red face hoping the embarrassment wasn’t spread across his cheeks like magic marker. “Whatever.” He felt like an idiot but thankfully he was still so high that it wasn’t as bad as it would be in a few hours. “He’s not worth it anyway.”
As he stormed his way home an hour later still angry he realized he didn’t even know Jongup’s last name.
--
Yongguk was waiting for him at their lab table on Monday, an ashamed smile on his lips. “You ready for the test?”
Snorting, Himchan rummaged around in his pocket for a pen. “Not as ready as you.” He mumbled knowingly.
With a wince, Yongguk nodded. “I deserve that.” He looked around to make sure no one was listening before he laid a hand on Himchan’s arm. “Look, I know you’re pissed about Jongup but trust me, he’s not really like that. He just gets moody sometimes a-“
“I don’t really care.” Himchan plastered a fake smile on his face and waited for their teacher to pass out the test that he hadn’t studied one minute for. “It’s not like I expect anything from him. I don’t even now his last name.”
Yongguk stared at him for a second longer, disbelief clouding his features. The teacher announced they could begin but even as Himchan turned his attention to the stapled papers on his desk he could still feel Yongguk’s gaze on him.
“Moon.” Yongguk whispered a moment later when he was sure the teacher wasn’t looking. “His last name is Moon.”
--
He managed to avoid every interaction with the other boys from the abandoned lot for another week. Yongguk finally gave up trying to talk to him after the fourth cold shoulder and Himchan easily kept clear of Daehyun because he wasn’t hard to hear coming down the hall. A quick trip into a nearby bathroom or janitor’s closet and the loud boy never even realized Himchan was near. Zelo stuck folded notes in his locker covered in happy faces and scratchy doodles that he threw away without even reading. Youngjae was the hardest to stay away from since they shared a class together at the end of every day. He was sitting beside Himchan’s normal seat their first day back after the incident.
“Hey! I bought some great stuff for after school. I’d say best you ever had but you’ve only had that cheap shit Daehyun buys off his brother so it’s not much of a boast.”
Himchan tapped his pen on the table and sighed as if he wasn’t paying attention. “Have fun then.”
Youngjae scooted his desk closer. “Are you not coming? But Jongup-“
“Is a little jackass.” Himchan hissed, trying to contain his annoyance only to his eyes and not his expression. “And I don’t want to see him again.”
“Liar.” Youngjae sat back in his chair, giving up the attempt at conversation anyways. The next day when Himchan arrived in class Youngjae was back in his regular seat, his eyes never meeting Himchan’s.
He only saw Jongup once in the week at school. When he was volunteering during lunch for Mr. Im again, this time grading papers for extra credit, he stepped into the class to return them and saw the quiet boy staring intently at him from the back seat. Himchan dropped the papers on the floor with a muffled curse and bent down to pick them up, assuring Mr. Im he could do it himself just fine. When the teacher shuffled back to his desk Himchan eyed Jongup out of the corner of his eye, disappointed to see him looking back out the window and ignoring the fact that Himchan was even in the room.
Himchan felt hurt by the second snub and he wasn’t sure why. All they had done was kiss, but even if it was his only kiss he was pretty confident it would take a lot to surpass it. He could still feel Jongup’s hands on him and his tongue branding him with ownership. He’d had to jack off two times when he got home that night just to be able to leave his room without his dick standing at attention. His mother had thought he was sick and made him stay in bed the rest of the weekend because of all the time he spent in the bathroom.
“Bastard.” Himchan muttered angrily, not caring that he looked murderous when Jongup’s surprised eyes slid back towards him.
“What was that, Himchan?” Mr. Im cupped a hand around his ear.
He shook his head, pasting the usual smile back on and dropping the papers on his desk. “Nothing Mr. Im, I just had something in my throat.”
--
It had been a week since Yongguk had asked him if he wanted to hang out after school and Himchan didn’t know why he felt so old in such a short amount of time. His head was always pounding and in between his eyes probably had a permanent furrow in between it from all the frowning he was doing. Jongup had burrowed his way into his mind and it did nothing but piss Himchan off. Their Biology test had come back with a big fat C across the front, the first one he had gotten all year, and any other time it would have destroyed him but as he crumpled it up into a ball on the way out of class he realized he didn’t even care.
“You okay, Himchan?” Yongguk walked cautiously beside him. “That was the lowest grade I’ve seen you get.”
“Oh well.” Himchan threw the test into a trashcan on the way to his locker.
Yongguk waited beside his locker as Himchan got out his Chemistry book. “We’re going back to the lot today. Why don’t you come and see everyone. They all liked you and want you to come back.”
He pictured showing up and someone else already spread across Jongup’s lap. Their hands in his silky hair, their hips moving against his. Possessiveness of someone you didn’t even know was the first sign to realizing you have a problem, Himchan told himself.
“Look, I wasn’t going to tell you this because it’s between you two and none of my business, but Jongup likes you. A lot. Like a lot a lot.
Himchan huffed in reply. “He has a funny way of showing it.”
“Yeah, well, that’s just how he is.” Yongguk tried to explain. “Jongup thinks everyone is out to get him. He gets in trouble at school so much because that’s what people expect from him. He’s actually a great person once you get to know him. And he really wanted to meet you. Every time he sees you in detention he rambles on and on for an hour over how much he wants you. He told me he’d get me the Bio test if I convinced you to come out. You just have to like, I don’t know, slap him or something when he starts to get all moody and depressed.”
“He acted like I was a leper.” Himchan answered with a pout. “I was ready to rip my pants off for him and he shoved me away.”
Yongguk grimaced. “At least warn us before that happens next time.” He hurried after Himchan, completely ignoring the fact that his next class was across the school. “Just come back out and talk to him. Please?”
Himchan wanted to tell him to fuck off but the memory of Jongup’s lazy smile wouldn’t leave his head no matter how hard he tried to force it out. There was no chance of anyone making his body as electric as Jongup had made it. It wasn’t just the weed and the fact that it was his first time getting high. It was all Jongup.
“Fine.” He relented, his heart fluttering with anxiety. “But if he acts like an asshole again I’m probably going to punch him.”
“Deal.” Yongguk grinned and slapped him across the back. “But he’d probably get off on that so be prepared.”
--
The second time Himchan followed Yongguk down the side alleys and back streets it was with a set jaw and thin lips. It was with tensed shoulders and shaking nerves. At least this time he knew what to expect.
“I’m usually the first one here.” Yongguk led him into the lot and settled down in the spot Daehyun had taken last time. “Do you want some or are you going to get contact buzzed off your ass again?”
“Give it to me.” Himchan held out his hand with determination. He had been craving having that feeling again all week. The way his body felt like melted butter and every smell, every touch, every sensation was like water across his flesh and between it and Jongup he was a nervous wreck.
Yongguk smiled behind his hand as Himchan held the joint to his lips, sucking in so deeply that he coughed for twenty seconds afterwards. “Slow down there Mighty Mouse.” He snickered.
Himchan took the next hit slower and calmer, the weed not taking long to affect him until after twenty minutes he was loose and relaxed and happier when Daehyun and Zelo showed up.
“Well, well, well.” Daehyun smirked at them and raised an eyebrow. “Does Jongup know he was coming? Because he was just a few minutes behind us.”
Knowing Jongup was on his way made Himchan set up a little bit straighter and he felt Yongguk’s arm go around his back to keep him from shaking. Every second of the last week had been spent imagining Jongup in his mind, recalling the way his touch had felt on Himchan’s skin and his lips had molded against his own. He felt like a junkie going through withdrawals and they had only spent a few hours together.
When Jongup quietly slipped in through the broken fence he stopped in surprise at the sight of Himchan staring angrily at him. His eyes narrowed in on Yongguk’s arm slung casually over his shoulder and a tic appeared in his jaw. “What’s going on here?” He asked, voice even but tinged with a warning.
“I asked Himchan back.” Yongguk could tell his actions were way past the point of pissing Jongup off. He tightened his hold on Himchan’s shoulder and grinned. “Since you’ve been ignoring everyone all week I figured you wouldn’t mind.”
Jongup stayed silent for a second before his lips quirked up in a smile. “Sure. Why wouldn’t it be okay?” He sat on a milk crate beside Daehyun and pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket, lighting one up and taking a deep drag with his eyes still locked onto Himchan.
It gave Himchan a thrill on top of his floating high to know that Jongup was watching everything he did. Every ‘accidental’ touch to Yongguk’s thigh with his elbow, every pass of the joint the two were sharing until it got so low that Yongguk resorted to blowing the smoke directly onto Himchan’s face. As the minutes passed he could feel Jongup getting more and more tightly coiled like a snake ready to strike him down.
The arousal pooling deep in his belly was half due to the weed and half because he was dying for Jongup to grow fed up with his game and take him in front of everyone.
“There’s only a few drags left.” Yongguk held the joint out for Himchan to take. “Do you want to shotgun the rest with me?”
“No.” Jongup answered for him, his voice clipped. “He doesn’t.”
Himchan bit back the moan building in his throat at the sudden change in Jongup’s voice. Gone was the sweet angelic tone he had used with him last week. Now he was near hissing, his mouth barely moving around clenched teeth.
“Come here.” Jongup jumped to his feet and crooked a finger towards Himchan. When the other boy merely looked at him in annoyance he growled under his breath. “Fuck it.” He kicked Yongguk’s feet out of the way and wiggled his way in between the two way too close boys. “Get lost Yongguk.”
Rolling his eyes, Yongguk shot Himchan a thumbs up behind Jongup’s tight shoulders. “Go get em, tiger.”
“You came here to mess with me didn’t you.” Jongup took the joint out of Himchan’s hands and finished it off before flicking it towards the ground. “To make me so pissed off that I tear Yongguk apart.”
“Hey! I can hear you!”
He smirked at the flush appearing down Himchan’s neck and over the collarbones exposed through his undone shirt. “You could have just told me you wanted me, you idiot.”
“You ran off and left me.” Himchan didn’t want to resort to begging but if Jongup didn’t put his hands on him soon he was going to go crazy. His skin felt so heated and was primed for Jongup that his hands were shaking as he clenched them between his legs. “You made me feel stupid.”
Jongup sighed as he leaned his face towards Himchan’s neck and breathed him in. “You make me feel stupid every time I see your suck up ass in Mr. Im’s room volunteering every day. Who the fuck volunteers during lunch hour? You make me feel stupid when I see your name on the Honor Roll list every semester. You make me feel stupid all the time, Himchan.”
Himchan’s eyes rolled back in his head from the tiny flicker of moisture tapping Morse code along his pulse. “You left because you thought I was too smart for you?!” He raked his nails down Jongup’s side, satisfaction filling him from the groan of pain Jongup made. “I’m not ten, Jongup. I’m old enough to decide if something’s not good enough for me.” He rolled them over and straddled across Jongup’s hips, frowning down at him with furrowed brows. “And that never even crossed my mind. So get over yourself and stop being a child.”
“Last time I said something like that I ended up with a black eye.” Yongguk whispered loudly towards Daehyun.
“Shut up Yongguk.” Jongup and Himchan blurted exasperatedly.
Youngjae bounded through the fence, skidding to a halt when he saw Jongup tugging Himchan towards him by the shirt collar. “Are you fucking kidding me? Again? I missed it again?” He struggled to be let free as the other boys pushed him towards the entrance, yelling out shouts of encouragement for the two left behind.
“I’m sorry.” Jongup breathed heavily against him, his own hands starting to tremble as he palmed Himchan’s sweaty cheeks. “Nothing much scares me but you…” He tried to chuckle but gave up when Himchan dragged his lips across his jaw. “You terrify me.”
Himchan tasted sweat and the lingering cologne on his skin and he wondered if he tasted half as good to him as Jongup did right now. His fingers moved to unbutton Jongup’s shirt, a huff of annoyance leaving his lips when he unveiled another damp tank top.
“Why don’t you wear nothing under your uniform like normal people?”
“Just to frustrate you.” Jongup reached over his head to pull the tank off before sitting back on his elbows with a bright smile. “Your turn.”
Unfortunately Himchan didn’t possess near as much self-confidence as Jongup showed. The only pride he held in himself was with schoolwork and maybe his hair. That perfectly imperfect styling took him thirty minutes every morning to do.
Body wise he was…
Less than happy.
“I’ve been imagining you naked for weeks.” Jongup told him honestly. “You could be hiding two dicks and a hot pink happy trail and I would probably come in my pants.”
Himchan sat back reluctantly and reached for the buttons to his shirt. With shaky fingers he slowly undid them until he could push it back over his shoulders.
“Does being stoned make things look better?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
Jongup grabbed his jacket out of his bag and spread it out on the ground before flipping them over and pressing Himchan flat into the ground. “You look amazing.” He murmured, forcing the shy boy’s arms apart and gazing down at him with awe. “I couldn’t want you anymore if I tried.” He rocked into him, letting Himchan feel how turned on he was. “Don’t be scared.”
Himchan closed his eyes and let Jongup’s lips travel across his collarbones and straight down his sternum, thumbs pressing roughly into the grooves of his hips. Jongup’s tongue dipped into his belly button before heading straight over to the ticklish part below making Himchan squirm and grab for his hair.
“You’re so fidgety.” Jongup’s laugh vibrated against his legs. He undid the belt buckle and button to Himchan’s pants and sat back on his ankles to tug them away. “Tell me how you want it.” When Himchan didn’t answer he slapped a hand down hard across his inner thigh. “I want to do it like you’ve imagined it all week. Tell me what you want.”
Biting his lip, Himchan clenched his eyes shut and hoped he wouldn’t be laughed at for voicing the wants that had been circulating inside of his brain for the past week. “I want you to bend me over.” He whispered, his fists clenched into Jongup’s jacket below him. “And tie my arms back.” When there was no reply from above him after a few moments he cautiously cracked one eye open to see Jongup staring frozen back at him. “Is that too weird?”
“N-No.” Jongup cleared his throat and shook his head rapidly. “That’s fine.” He swiped a shaky hand over his face to clear the sweat out of his eyes. “Alright then.”
Himchan found himself spun around again only this time he landed on his knees, ass high in the air and Jongup draped over his back, hand already reaching inside of his boxers and curling around his dick. With a gasp he jolted backwards but Jongup was strong enough to absorb the impact, body keeping Himchan’s still as he shoved his boxers down around his knees.
He felt freer knowing Jongup couldn’t see his face as he touched him so he didn’t even try to stop the strangled cries coming out of his mouth as the hand around him tightened and twisted at the exact moments.
The body overtop him wiggled against him as Jongup tried to work himself out of his pants with one hand. It took longer than normal but Himchan didn’t notice because he was face down and melting into the other boy’s hand.
When Jongup joined against him again it was with nothing between them and the smooth skin flat against his had Himchan throwing his head back and pleading so desperately he felt his voice crack with tears.
“Fuck.” Jongup buried his face between Himchan’s shoulder blades and muttered under his breath with every jerk Himchan’s ass made against him. With a growl he finally managed to shove Himchan forward and reach for the belt he had discarded beside them. “Hold still.”
Himchan let Jongup pull his arms back and wrap the leather around his wrists with no complaints even if his cheek hurt like hell being smashed against the concrete. The weed clouding his brain had slowed his reflexes down enough that when Jongup kneed his legs apart it took him several tries to get Himchan to follow the orders.
The only sound in the quiet lot was the wet sucking behind him as Jongup stuck his fingers deep into his mouth and covered them with his saliva. Himchan’s arms were already twinging from the awkward position but he didn’t care because Jongup was spreading him apart and opening him up from the inside out and it burned and it stung and it was amazing.
“You already did this didn’t you.” Jongup sounded incredulous as he easily slipped the first finger in and only met the smallest of resistance when he added the second.
“In the bathroom.” Himchan rocked backwards onto the slender fingers and turned his head towards Jongup with a grin. “Last period. I had a free hour.”
Jongup tugged roughly on his bound hands in retaliation making Himchan’s face smash harder into the ground below him. “You so sure of yourself then? Already know that I would fuck you?”
Himchan whined pitifully when Jongup removed the two fingers without adding another. “Just wishing.” His fingers clenched and unclenched painfully in the belt. “Hurry.”
When Jongup reached for his pants for the condom hidden in the back pocket Himchan snorted and tried to point a finger at him from behind. “Carrying a condom around for fun? Or just so sure of yourself?”
The hard slap on his ass he figured he deserved.
“I should come in your face and leave you tied up here until tomorrow.”
“I would cut your dick off and feed it to you.” Himchan warned him, grunting when he felt the head of Jongup’s dick pressing against him. “Go slow okay?”
Jongup hissed through his front teeth and tried his hardest to go as slow as possible but Himchan’s already stretched ass sucked him in instinctually and he couldn’t stop himself from shoving the rest of the way in one final push.
He gripped tightly onto Himchan’s thick hips and dug nails deep into the creamy flesh until a shaky voice whispered to him to move, just fucking move.
“Good boy.” He murmured, running his fingers through Himchan’s hair before he buried his hand in it and tugged his head backwards with a jerk. “Good, good boy.”
Himchan dropped his mouth open in a silent scream when Jongup started to hammer into him, sharp hipbones digging into his ass with every thrust and the stretch filling him with such a wonderful ache that he thought he might float away if he wasn’t tied down to the earth and Jongup’s touch.
His body rolled faster and faster but Jongup held his hips still and growled every time he tried to jump free. The feel of his own fingers inside of himself was nothing, it was worthless, he could never go back to that because Jongup wasn’t just inside him, he was absorbing Jongup until he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. He filled him so fully and there was nothing Himchan thought could ever be better than this very second with Jongup fucking him senseless and the sky above falling through the branches onto his face and the lingering scent of Yongguk’s joint in the air.
“Jongup?”
With another tug on his head, Jongup leaned forward to lick a fat stripe up the nape of his sweaty neck. Himchan stretched his fingers between them trying to grab at the slippery skin of Jongup’s abs, whimpering when they slid against him.
“Jong-“ He broke off to bury his face in the concrete, not caring that his mouth was sucking in the bits of dirt and rocks. Jongup smiled against his neck and released his hair, grabbing his hips with both hands again so that they stayed in this position, his body rutting against Himchan’s and making the older boy cry out loudly from the pressure pressing against his prostate.
Jongup’s hips started to stutter as Himchan clenched tighter around him and his moans grew so loud that Jongup had to slap a hand over his mouth so people passing by on the sidewalk wouldn’t wander in to see what the commotion was.
“You have…” He groaned mid-sentence and told himself to hold on for just a few seconds longer. “You have two options.” Himchan opened bleary eyes at him but was too weak to respond. “I can come before you and suck you off.” Jongup had only gotten to touch him for just a moment and he wanted so much more than simple touches, he wanted Himchan pressing against the back of his throat and his hands pushing the thrashing boy’s hips against the ground. “Or you can get off first and I come inside you.”
Himchan whimpered and nodded at the second, his fingernails scratching weakly at Jongup’s belly.
“Next time then.” Jongup promised, scraping his teeth across his sweaty shoulders. He lifted his head back up and situated himself on the concrete, mentally apologizing to his knee for what he was about to do to it. He flattened a foot on the ground behind Himchan’s tired body and braced himself before pulling Himchan towards him and undoing the belt holding his frozen wrists. “Ready?” Without giving him time to even comprehend the question Jongup fucked him faster, making Himchan frantically shove fingers into his mouth and bite down to hold back the scream growing louder and louder inside of him.
He chewed on his knuckles until he tasted blood and finished without Jongup even having to lay a hand on him. Jongup caught the deadweight in his arms as Himchan collapsed against him and let Jongup ride his orgasm out, mouthing Himchan’s name into his hair until he was empty and exhausted.
“Jongup?” Himchan’s arms were numb, his fingers were scraped and torn and his eyes could barely stay open.
“Shh.” Jongup carefully lowered him to the jacket, making sure his sore cheek was cushioned. “I got you.” He helped him back into his clothes, leaving him for just long enough to redress himself, too. “Come here.”
Himchan whimpered in pain making Jongup come to him instead. “Next time we use a blanket.”
Jongup laughed softly with his arm around Himchan’s waist and tilted his chin up. “Still think you’ll want a next time when you’re not high and horny?”
“Mm.” Himchan yawned into his neck and nodded sleepily. “I think so. Too bad you spend every lunch hour in detention though.”
The meaning behind his words took a second for Jongup to understand. “What does… Oh. Oh!” He grinned down at the barely awake boy in his arms. “I can behave if I have incentive.”
Himchan grumbled and poked him hard in the shoulder. “The incentive is keep me happy and I don’t embarrass you in front of everyone in detention.”
“How about you keep me happy or I’ll bend you over Mr. Im’s desk and show everyone that you’re mine.”
“Hey, where does Yongguk keep getting all of this pot at? It’s really good.”
“Oh he never told you? Mr. Im sells it to him before school.”