HimLo/ZiChan Drabbles
HimLo drabble goes along with the A Day in the Life story and its side story Moments in the Life
The ZiChan drabble is a standalone request from Tumblr.
HimLo-
Junhong didn’t like the way that woman was looking at Himchan. If her lips got any poutier then she could step on those suckers. And it wasn’t just the way she was looking at his boyfriend, but there was the fact that Himchan wasn’t doing anything to stop it! He had laughed at all of her jokes, leaned in closer to hear her over the band and had even left her diamond draped hand over his thigh as they talked.
No, Junhong didn’t like this one bit.
As if he knew his death was currently being plotted, Himchan lifted his head and caught eyes with him across the room. His lips curled up into the grin that Junhong usually swooned over but this time all it did was earn him a glare and narrowed eyes.
Himchan cocked his head to the side in confusion. “You okay?” He mouthed.
Junhong’s face twisted into a snarl as he let his eyes drift down to the red tipped fingernails digging into his boyfriend’s pants.
He decided his mandatory one hour time at the school’s yearly fundraiser was over and all he wanted was to go home and maybe drink until he passed out and didn’t have to think about Himchan’s flawless skin being defiled by rich haughty women who should have known better than to touch him.
“Junhong?” Himchan’s husky voice stopped him just before he could slide into one of the cabs waiting outside. “Baby?”
“Don’t talk to me right now, Kim Himchan.” Junhong warned, pushing the strong arm off of him. “I’m not in the mood.”
Himchan didn’t seem to care as he reached forward again to grab Junhong’s elbow. “Let me take you home then.” Before Junhong could refuse he was already dragging the taller boy towards the parking lot.
When they reached the sleek black car Himchan was startled by the firm body suddenly trapping him against the driver’s side door. “Why do you always gotta do that, hyung?” Junhong’s jaw was clenched tightly in anger as he pressed forward even harder. “How would you feel if I let some woman drape themselves all over me like a blanket? Would it feel good?”
His boyfriend’s eyes didn’t look worried about their current position, in fact he even looked a bit smug. “What’s the matter, Junhonggie? Were you jealous?” If he got any cockier than then Junhong wondered if he would float away on all of his hot air. “Stings, huh?”
“This is payback?” Himchan had told him he didn’t like the way Daehyun’s mother found something new to ‘discuss’ with him after their weekly art class, but at least he never let Mrs. Jung touch him in places no one but Himchan should be close to. “Are you kidding me?”
Himchan hissed under his breath at Junhong’s angry hands trying to push him away. “I don’t like other people touching you, is that so bad?” His thumb pressed against Junhong’s hip as he walked him backwards to the passenger door, right against the tender area his teeth had left imprints in just the night before. “You’re too adorable to walk around in public. Everyone wants to pinch you and squeeze you.”
Junhong snorted, because even when he was mad as hell at him, Himchan could always make him smile. “Yeah well how do you think I feel? You’re like a walking sex advertisement and I have to deal with all the moms at the school ripping your clothes off with their eyes.”
“They can look all they want.” Himchan reached behind him to open the door and shove Junhong into the seat. “But who is the one I’m taking home with me?”
ZiChan (requested wanted the quote put into the fic)-
The best part of having a best friend who worked in the school office was that he could skip fourth period gym and the absent notice would mysteriously end up in the trashcan. Not to mention all of the contraband candy and sodas that were kept in the office closet that he could rummage through whenever he wanted.
“You’re going to get fat.” Himchan watched him from the other side of the desk with a grimace on his lips.
Zico shoved the half-melted chocolate bar into his mouth and grinned around it making Himchan shudder. “You’ll still love me.” He swiped the back of his hand over his lips and leaned forward. “What are you doing?”
“Going through the science teacher’s gradebook and trying to figure out how she got this job if she can’t even add correctly. How does someone who makes A’s every test have a B average? I have to go through and re-add up all of her grades before someone else complains.” He lifted his eyes and gave him what Zico referred to as ‘the Zico smile’. The one that no one else saw but him. Once he saw him flashing it to Yongguk in the cafeteria and he’d sat on him until Himchan promised to scowl at everyone from now on. “Why are you in here again? You haven’t been to gym in three days.”
He moved the grading notebook away and laid his head on the desk in front of Himchan. “Because my head hurts and I need someone to rub it.” When Himchan didn’t move he huffed and grabbed at the pale hands beside him. “That meant you by the way.”
Himchan sighed as his fingers scratched soothingly along Zico’s scalp. He was used to his best friend making him forget that he had an actual job to do. There was no money for his work but he got an automatic A for this period and he didn’t want to blow that. But somehow Zico always weaseled his way in and Himchan had zero ability to resist those big eyes. “How was your math test?”
“Easy.” Zico didn’t pretend that good grades came naturally for him. He never had to stay up late studying or beg for extra credit like Himchan did. “Don’t you have a history paper due tomorrow? Do you want to come over later and let me help?”
“Ugh.” Himchan laid his face beside Zico’s and blew his itchy hair out of his mouth. “It has to be at least four pages and I’ve only managed two so far. I’m going to be up until midnight.”
Zico smiled at the look of pure panic on Himchan’s face. “No we won’t. Give me your notes before you leave and I’ll start outlining for you before you get there.”
“I can’t though. Mom’s working late so I have to watch the brat. My house instead?”
He nodded and tried to squash the happy feeling in his chest because Himchan rarely invited him over. His room was too messy, he always said, but Zico had never seen even a sock out of place the few times he was allowed entrance. A part of him wondered if Himchan just preferred Zico’s quiet house to his own noisy one. He was the only child still at home since his brother went off to college last year while Himchan had an eight year old brother across the hall.
“You’re the best.” Himchan pushed the fallen hair out of Zico’s eyes and kissed him flat on the forehead. “I like you the mostest.”
“More than Yongguk?”
Himchan laughed loudly and pushed him off the desk. “No not more than Yongguk. He lets me copy his answers in science. But you’re a very close second.” He shrieked as he tried to roll his chair away from Zico. “I said a close second is that not g- Ow! Ow, that hurts!”
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With a shy smile Himchan met him at his locker at the end of the school day with a notebook clutched to his chest. “You don’t have to do this, Zico. I can write it on my own.”
Zico pried the notebook out of his locked up fingers with a growl. “We do this every time you need help. I offered it and I want to do it. It gives me something to do and I get to see you for hours. In what world is that a bad thing?”
Himchan was used to the flattery after being friends since freshman year. Their first day of school a tiny boy with lips too large for his face had sauntered up to him and told him his face was pretty enough to be a girl’s and the next thing Himchan knew they were comparing class schedules and had been glued together ever since. The only difference was that now Zico was taller than him but still with lips too large for his face. A fact Himchan enjoyed pointing out whenever the opportunity arrived.
“You should work on your own schoolwork.” Himchan eyed the notebook that Zico was shoving into his backpack. “Just promise me that you won’t ever do anything you don’t want to, okay?”
He promised with a sigh and a wave as Himchan headed towards the primary school down the street to pick up his brother. Zico had to go home for a couple hours and quickly do his own homework and read through Himchan’s notes so that he would know what direction his paper should go. He thought he remembered Himchan saying it was about the Mongol’s so at least he was familiar with the subject since he had studied it the year before.
It was already four and time to be getting ready to head to Himchan’s when Zico finally had a chance to open up the notebook still sitting in his backpack. He skimmed through a few pages and smiled at how proud he was of Himchan for working this hard already. It upset him sometimes that Himchan tried so hard at school but still had such a rough time. This paper should come out pretty decent if his notes were anything to go on.
When he had finished he flipped the cover shut and picked it up to take with him when a folded piece of paper fluttered out of the pages and into his lap.
To Zico
He would have put it back in Himchan’s notebook if it wasn’t addressed to him. Who was he kidding, he would read it anyways, it might have been from Yongguk and he would have made Himchan eat it.
It was probably a thank you note, Zico thought with amusement as he unfolded the paper. Himchan was always so thankful for everything he did and it w-
Zico’s eyes widened at the words written on the paper and he was glad he was already sitting down at his desk or he might have fallen to the floor.
your lips look so lonely, would they like to meet mine?
He read and reread the words at least a dozen times before he finally convinced himself that Himchan had basically just written him a confession note in the middle of his Mongolian history notes.
“Fuck.” Zico licked his lips and stared at it for a few minutes longer until his phone beeped with a text.
Where are you? Do you think you can help me or not? It won’t hurt my feelings if you say no.
Himchan was pretty much asking him if he had read the note. He was sitting at home and waiting for him and thinking about his lips right now.
Zico closed his eyes and told himself to get up. Get up because Himchan had finally realized what he had been trying to drop hints about for years.
Should he shower first? Brush his teeth, that was a given. Put on cologne? Himchan always made sure to tell him when he thought he smelled nice. Had he been giving him hints this whole time too and Zico was just too stupid to pick up on them?
“Fuck.” He repeated, racing around his room and searching for a clean t-shirt that didn’t smell like he’d been wearing it for ten hours straight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I’m on my way.
He texted Himchan back twenty minutes later when he was running out the front door and hoping he hadn’t missed the five o’clock train because then he’d have to wait fifteen more minutes for another one and he didn’t think he could stand that, not when the promise of finally getting to kiss Himchan was so close to him.
“Hey!” Himchan opened his door with a grin, with Zico’s grin, and ushered him inside. “Have you eaten? I ordered a pizza earlier but the brat ate half of it.” How could he ask him about pizza at a time like this? “Do you want to go put your stuff in the dining room while I heat the rest of the pizza up for you? We can do this in there if you want.”
There was no way their first kiss was going to be in a dining room with Himchan’s little brother liable to run in at any moment. “Can we do it in your room instead?”
“My room?” Himchan turned to him in surprise. “Sure? Do you still want the-“
“No.” Zico grabbed him by the arm in exasperation and hurried him into the bedroom because this wasn’t how this was supposed to happen. Himchan was supposed to open the door and act coy and bite his lips or anything else they did in those stupid romance dramas his mom always made him watch. Not yawn and scratch his ass and ask about dinner. “Yes.”
Himchan eyed the closed door behind Zico and took a step back. “Yes what?”
Zico had always figured Himchan would get off on playing hard to get but there was time for that later. Not right now when his body was aching and his dick was so hard it was threatening to revolt inside his jeans.
“Yes to your question.”
“About the pizza?”
He mentally filed into the back of his mind that he wanted to gag Himchan sometime. Not today. But soon.
“Your note you dumbfuck.”
Himchan put his hands on his hips and glared at him. “If you don’t start making sense I’m going to punch you right in the mouth.”
With a huff of annoyance Zico gave up on their game and grabbed Himchan by the back of the head, yanking him forwards. Whatever he had his mouth open ready to say was swallowed up by Zico’s lips as they molded firmly against his own.
After a few frozen seconds Himchan shrugged and kissed him back, his hands reaching for Zico’s hips and sliding up the back of his shirt. Himchan’s tongue flicked playfully at the seam of his lips until he opened for him, pushing Himchan’s back and dominating his mouth the way he’d been dreaming for four years.
He slowly walked Himchan backwards until he hit the bed, falling into it with Zico still attached and his body spread flat across the top of him. Zico broke off for air because as delicious as Himchan’s mouth tasted he would never last without much needed oxygen. His tongue traced a wet path across the panting boy’s jaw and over his Adam’s apple to the rapidly fluttering pulse on the side of his neck where he snapped his teeth at it leaving pinpricked sized dents into the milky white flesh.
“You going to explain to me what’s going on?” Himchan’s normally husky voice was lower than Zico had ever heard it and his dick throbbed in reply. “Because I’m not complaining or anything but my brother is like twenty feet away.”
Zico licked down the dip in his collarbone, pulling the shirt to the side to suck the thin skin between his teeth, leaving his mark as a mottled purple nametag on Himchan’s skin. “I told you. I got your note.”
“Still…” Himchan moaned as Zico reached down to palm the top of his jeans. “Still nothing. What are you talking about?”
The confusion Himchan kept having finally clicked in Zico’s brain and he sat up in alarm. “The note.” He repeated for the millionth time. “In your notebook. With my name on it.”
Himchan cocked his head to the side. His eyes were still clouded with lust and his swollen lips were parted as he panted. “I didn’t put a note in th- Oh no. Was it folded up? Oh my god. Oh my god, Zico.” He covered his mouth trying to cover the snorts and high-pitched laughing as Zico lay in between his legs still seeped in confusion. “That was in the box of things teachers have taken from students during the day. I saw your name on it yesterday and grabbed it out to give to you.” His body was still shaking in laughter even as Zico’s face reddened in mortification. “You thought I wrote it? What did it say? Was it dirty?”
“I have to go. And die.” Zico wanted to curl up in his closet and die before ever having to face anyone ever again. He was so stupid to think Himchan would ever write something like that for him.
“Oh no you don’t.” Himchan used his legs to flip them over, straddling Zico and holding him still. “What did the note say?” When Zico covered his face in embarrassment, Himchan sighed. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” His ass slid across the top of Zico’s jeans making both of them jolt with pleasure. “What’d it say, Zico?”
He uncovered his lips long enough to mumble the words written on the paper.
“Your lips look so lonely?” Himchan bit his lip to hide the next round of laughter. “Do you honestly think I would write that?”
“Then why did you kiss me back?” Zico couldn’t tell if he was still at maximum level of horny or if he was five seconds away from dying of shame.
Himchan peeled his hands away so that Zico could see his favorite grin on his still red lips. “I thought it was obvious.” He dropped his head to the side and licked the corner of his mouth, eyes on how Zico’s gaze locked on to everything he did. “Why else do you think I flirt with Yongguk every time he’s around?”
He blinked the Himchan-sex-haze out of his eyes and glared up at the cocky boy on his lap. “I hate that piece of shit. You told me I was second.”
“You also wrote your name on my arm so that he’d see it.” Himchan lifted up his left arm where Zico’s name was still scrawled along his skin from fourth period. “That’s sexy.”
Zico used his fingers to draw stripes into the sliver of skin visible where his shirt had ridden up. “You used me just to get yourself off?” His neglected dick woke back up with a bang.
“Gotta do what you gotta do.” Himchan sing-songed as he casually worked at undoing Zico’s button and zipper. “You were taking too long to man up.” He shoved them down far enough to reveal the gray boxers hiding underneath. His teeth scraped across the sensitive skin of Zico’s belly, a groan leaving his throat when Zico’s hands buried deep into his hair and tugged him up again.
“Paper first.” Zico swallowed, his eyes clenched tightly shut until Himchan’s lips were far away from his dick. “Then other things.”
Himchan grumbled angrily under his breath but reached for the backpack Zico had discarded when he had dragged him into the bedroom. The note Zico had placed back into the notebook was sticking out on the sides and Himchan laughed softly as he fingered along the edges to the paper. “Hey Zico?”
He hummed in reply but still wasn’t able to move from the bed yet. His heart was racing and he was going to need at least five minutes of thinking about his grandmother before he could calm down.
“My dick is so lonely. Would yours like to meet mine?”
The ZiChan drabble is a standalone request from Tumblr.
HimLo-
Junhong didn’t like the way that woman was looking at Himchan. If her lips got any poutier then she could step on those suckers. And it wasn’t just the way she was looking at his boyfriend, but there was the fact that Himchan wasn’t doing anything to stop it! He had laughed at all of her jokes, leaned in closer to hear her over the band and had even left her diamond draped hand over his thigh as they talked.
No, Junhong didn’t like this one bit.
As if he knew his death was currently being plotted, Himchan lifted his head and caught eyes with him across the room. His lips curled up into the grin that Junhong usually swooned over but this time all it did was earn him a glare and narrowed eyes.
Himchan cocked his head to the side in confusion. “You okay?” He mouthed.
Junhong’s face twisted into a snarl as he let his eyes drift down to the red tipped fingernails digging into his boyfriend’s pants.
He decided his mandatory one hour time at the school’s yearly fundraiser was over and all he wanted was to go home and maybe drink until he passed out and didn’t have to think about Himchan’s flawless skin being defiled by rich haughty women who should have known better than to touch him.
“Junhong?” Himchan’s husky voice stopped him just before he could slide into one of the cabs waiting outside. “Baby?”
“Don’t talk to me right now, Kim Himchan.” Junhong warned, pushing the strong arm off of him. “I’m not in the mood.”
Himchan didn’t seem to care as he reached forward again to grab Junhong’s elbow. “Let me take you home then.” Before Junhong could refuse he was already dragging the taller boy towards the parking lot.
When they reached the sleek black car Himchan was startled by the firm body suddenly trapping him against the driver’s side door. “Why do you always gotta do that, hyung?” Junhong’s jaw was clenched tightly in anger as he pressed forward even harder. “How would you feel if I let some woman drape themselves all over me like a blanket? Would it feel good?”
His boyfriend’s eyes didn’t look worried about their current position, in fact he even looked a bit smug. “What’s the matter, Junhonggie? Were you jealous?” If he got any cockier than then Junhong wondered if he would float away on all of his hot air. “Stings, huh?”
“This is payback?” Himchan had told him he didn’t like the way Daehyun’s mother found something new to ‘discuss’ with him after their weekly art class, but at least he never let Mrs. Jung touch him in places no one but Himchan should be close to. “Are you kidding me?”
Himchan hissed under his breath at Junhong’s angry hands trying to push him away. “I don’t like other people touching you, is that so bad?” His thumb pressed against Junhong’s hip as he walked him backwards to the passenger door, right against the tender area his teeth had left imprints in just the night before. “You’re too adorable to walk around in public. Everyone wants to pinch you and squeeze you.”
Junhong snorted, because even when he was mad as hell at him, Himchan could always make him smile. “Yeah well how do you think I feel? You’re like a walking sex advertisement and I have to deal with all the moms at the school ripping your clothes off with their eyes.”
“They can look all they want.” Himchan reached behind him to open the door and shove Junhong into the seat. “But who is the one I’m taking home with me?”
ZiChan (requested wanted the quote put into the fic)-
The best part of having a best friend who worked in the school office was that he could skip fourth period gym and the absent notice would mysteriously end up in the trashcan. Not to mention all of the contraband candy and sodas that were kept in the office closet that he could rummage through whenever he wanted.
“You’re going to get fat.” Himchan watched him from the other side of the desk with a grimace on his lips.
Zico shoved the half-melted chocolate bar into his mouth and grinned around it making Himchan shudder. “You’ll still love me.” He swiped the back of his hand over his lips and leaned forward. “What are you doing?”
“Going through the science teacher’s gradebook and trying to figure out how she got this job if she can’t even add correctly. How does someone who makes A’s every test have a B average? I have to go through and re-add up all of her grades before someone else complains.” He lifted his eyes and gave him what Zico referred to as ‘the Zico smile’. The one that no one else saw but him. Once he saw him flashing it to Yongguk in the cafeteria and he’d sat on him until Himchan promised to scowl at everyone from now on. “Why are you in here again? You haven’t been to gym in three days.”
He moved the grading notebook away and laid his head on the desk in front of Himchan. “Because my head hurts and I need someone to rub it.” When Himchan didn’t move he huffed and grabbed at the pale hands beside him. “That meant you by the way.”
Himchan sighed as his fingers scratched soothingly along Zico’s scalp. He was used to his best friend making him forget that he had an actual job to do. There was no money for his work but he got an automatic A for this period and he didn’t want to blow that. But somehow Zico always weaseled his way in and Himchan had zero ability to resist those big eyes. “How was your math test?”
“Easy.” Zico didn’t pretend that good grades came naturally for him. He never had to stay up late studying or beg for extra credit like Himchan did. “Don’t you have a history paper due tomorrow? Do you want to come over later and let me help?”
“Ugh.” Himchan laid his face beside Zico’s and blew his itchy hair out of his mouth. “It has to be at least four pages and I’ve only managed two so far. I’m going to be up until midnight.”
Zico smiled at the look of pure panic on Himchan’s face. “No we won’t. Give me your notes before you leave and I’ll start outlining for you before you get there.”
“I can’t though. Mom’s working late so I have to watch the brat. My house instead?”
He nodded and tried to squash the happy feeling in his chest because Himchan rarely invited him over. His room was too messy, he always said, but Zico had never seen even a sock out of place the few times he was allowed entrance. A part of him wondered if Himchan just preferred Zico’s quiet house to his own noisy one. He was the only child still at home since his brother went off to college last year while Himchan had an eight year old brother across the hall.
“You’re the best.” Himchan pushed the fallen hair out of Zico’s eyes and kissed him flat on the forehead. “I like you the mostest.”
“More than Yongguk?”
Himchan laughed loudly and pushed him off the desk. “No not more than Yongguk. He lets me copy his answers in science. But you’re a very close second.” He shrieked as he tried to roll his chair away from Zico. “I said a close second is that not g- Ow! Ow, that hurts!”
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With a shy smile Himchan met him at his locker at the end of the school day with a notebook clutched to his chest. “You don’t have to do this, Zico. I can write it on my own.”
Zico pried the notebook out of his locked up fingers with a growl. “We do this every time you need help. I offered it and I want to do it. It gives me something to do and I get to see you for hours. In what world is that a bad thing?”
Himchan was used to the flattery after being friends since freshman year. Their first day of school a tiny boy with lips too large for his face had sauntered up to him and told him his face was pretty enough to be a girl’s and the next thing Himchan knew they were comparing class schedules and had been glued together ever since. The only difference was that now Zico was taller than him but still with lips too large for his face. A fact Himchan enjoyed pointing out whenever the opportunity arrived.
“You should work on your own schoolwork.” Himchan eyed the notebook that Zico was shoving into his backpack. “Just promise me that you won’t ever do anything you don’t want to, okay?”
He promised with a sigh and a wave as Himchan headed towards the primary school down the street to pick up his brother. Zico had to go home for a couple hours and quickly do his own homework and read through Himchan’s notes so that he would know what direction his paper should go. He thought he remembered Himchan saying it was about the Mongol’s so at least he was familiar with the subject since he had studied it the year before.
It was already four and time to be getting ready to head to Himchan’s when Zico finally had a chance to open up the notebook still sitting in his backpack. He skimmed through a few pages and smiled at how proud he was of Himchan for working this hard already. It upset him sometimes that Himchan tried so hard at school but still had such a rough time. This paper should come out pretty decent if his notes were anything to go on.
When he had finished he flipped the cover shut and picked it up to take with him when a folded piece of paper fluttered out of the pages and into his lap.
To Zico
He would have put it back in Himchan’s notebook if it wasn’t addressed to him. Who was he kidding, he would read it anyways, it might have been from Yongguk and he would have made Himchan eat it.
It was probably a thank you note, Zico thought with amusement as he unfolded the paper. Himchan was always so thankful for everything he did and it w-
Zico’s eyes widened at the words written on the paper and he was glad he was already sitting down at his desk or he might have fallen to the floor.
your lips look so lonely, would they like to meet mine?
He read and reread the words at least a dozen times before he finally convinced himself that Himchan had basically just written him a confession note in the middle of his Mongolian history notes.
“Fuck.” Zico licked his lips and stared at it for a few minutes longer until his phone beeped with a text.
Where are you? Do you think you can help me or not? It won’t hurt my feelings if you say no.
Himchan was pretty much asking him if he had read the note. He was sitting at home and waiting for him and thinking about his lips right now.
Zico closed his eyes and told himself to get up. Get up because Himchan had finally realized what he had been trying to drop hints about for years.
Should he shower first? Brush his teeth, that was a given. Put on cologne? Himchan always made sure to tell him when he thought he smelled nice. Had he been giving him hints this whole time too and Zico was just too stupid to pick up on them?
“Fuck.” He repeated, racing around his room and searching for a clean t-shirt that didn’t smell like he’d been wearing it for ten hours straight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I’m on my way.
He texted Himchan back twenty minutes later when he was running out the front door and hoping he hadn’t missed the five o’clock train because then he’d have to wait fifteen more minutes for another one and he didn’t think he could stand that, not when the promise of finally getting to kiss Himchan was so close to him.
“Hey!” Himchan opened his door with a grin, with Zico’s grin, and ushered him inside. “Have you eaten? I ordered a pizza earlier but the brat ate half of it.” How could he ask him about pizza at a time like this? “Do you want to go put your stuff in the dining room while I heat the rest of the pizza up for you? We can do this in there if you want.”
There was no way their first kiss was going to be in a dining room with Himchan’s little brother liable to run in at any moment. “Can we do it in your room instead?”
“My room?” Himchan turned to him in surprise. “Sure? Do you still want the-“
“No.” Zico grabbed him by the arm in exasperation and hurried him into the bedroom because this wasn’t how this was supposed to happen. Himchan was supposed to open the door and act coy and bite his lips or anything else they did in those stupid romance dramas his mom always made him watch. Not yawn and scratch his ass and ask about dinner. “Yes.”
Himchan eyed the closed door behind Zico and took a step back. “Yes what?”
Zico had always figured Himchan would get off on playing hard to get but there was time for that later. Not right now when his body was aching and his dick was so hard it was threatening to revolt inside his jeans.
“Yes to your question.”
“About the pizza?”
He mentally filed into the back of his mind that he wanted to gag Himchan sometime. Not today. But soon.
“Your note you dumbfuck.”
Himchan put his hands on his hips and glared at him. “If you don’t start making sense I’m going to punch you right in the mouth.”
With a huff of annoyance Zico gave up on their game and grabbed Himchan by the back of the head, yanking him forwards. Whatever he had his mouth open ready to say was swallowed up by Zico’s lips as they molded firmly against his own.
After a few frozen seconds Himchan shrugged and kissed him back, his hands reaching for Zico’s hips and sliding up the back of his shirt. Himchan’s tongue flicked playfully at the seam of his lips until he opened for him, pushing Himchan’s back and dominating his mouth the way he’d been dreaming for four years.
He slowly walked Himchan backwards until he hit the bed, falling into it with Zico still attached and his body spread flat across the top of him. Zico broke off for air because as delicious as Himchan’s mouth tasted he would never last without much needed oxygen. His tongue traced a wet path across the panting boy’s jaw and over his Adam’s apple to the rapidly fluttering pulse on the side of his neck where he snapped his teeth at it leaving pinpricked sized dents into the milky white flesh.
“You going to explain to me what’s going on?” Himchan’s normally husky voice was lower than Zico had ever heard it and his dick throbbed in reply. “Because I’m not complaining or anything but my brother is like twenty feet away.”
Zico licked down the dip in his collarbone, pulling the shirt to the side to suck the thin skin between his teeth, leaving his mark as a mottled purple nametag on Himchan’s skin. “I told you. I got your note.”
“Still…” Himchan moaned as Zico reached down to palm the top of his jeans. “Still nothing. What are you talking about?”
The confusion Himchan kept having finally clicked in Zico’s brain and he sat up in alarm. “The note.” He repeated for the millionth time. “In your notebook. With my name on it.”
Himchan cocked his head to the side. His eyes were still clouded with lust and his swollen lips were parted as he panted. “I didn’t put a note in th- Oh no. Was it folded up? Oh my god. Oh my god, Zico.” He covered his mouth trying to cover the snorts and high-pitched laughing as Zico lay in between his legs still seeped in confusion. “That was in the box of things teachers have taken from students during the day. I saw your name on it yesterday and grabbed it out to give to you.” His body was still shaking in laughter even as Zico’s face reddened in mortification. “You thought I wrote it? What did it say? Was it dirty?”
“I have to go. And die.” Zico wanted to curl up in his closet and die before ever having to face anyone ever again. He was so stupid to think Himchan would ever write something like that for him.
“Oh no you don’t.” Himchan used his legs to flip them over, straddling Zico and holding him still. “What did the note say?” When Zico covered his face in embarrassment, Himchan sighed. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” His ass slid across the top of Zico’s jeans making both of them jolt with pleasure. “What’d it say, Zico?”
He uncovered his lips long enough to mumble the words written on the paper.
“Your lips look so lonely?” Himchan bit his lip to hide the next round of laughter. “Do you honestly think I would write that?”
“Then why did you kiss me back?” Zico couldn’t tell if he was still at maximum level of horny or if he was five seconds away from dying of shame.
Himchan peeled his hands away so that Zico could see his favorite grin on his still red lips. “I thought it was obvious.” He dropped his head to the side and licked the corner of his mouth, eyes on how Zico’s gaze locked on to everything he did. “Why else do you think I flirt with Yongguk every time he’s around?”
He blinked the Himchan-sex-haze out of his eyes and glared up at the cocky boy on his lap. “I hate that piece of shit. You told me I was second.”
“You also wrote your name on my arm so that he’d see it.” Himchan lifted up his left arm where Zico’s name was still scrawled along his skin from fourth period. “That’s sexy.”
Zico used his fingers to draw stripes into the sliver of skin visible where his shirt had ridden up. “You used me just to get yourself off?” His neglected dick woke back up with a bang.
“Gotta do what you gotta do.” Himchan sing-songed as he casually worked at undoing Zico’s button and zipper. “You were taking too long to man up.” He shoved them down far enough to reveal the gray boxers hiding underneath. His teeth scraped across the sensitive skin of Zico’s belly, a groan leaving his throat when Zico’s hands buried deep into his hair and tugged him up again.
“Paper first.” Zico swallowed, his eyes clenched tightly shut until Himchan’s lips were far away from his dick. “Then other things.”
Himchan grumbled angrily under his breath but reached for the backpack Zico had discarded when he had dragged him into the bedroom. The note Zico had placed back into the notebook was sticking out on the sides and Himchan laughed softly as he fingered along the edges to the paper. “Hey Zico?”
He hummed in reply but still wasn’t able to move from the bed yet. His heart was racing and he was going to need at least five minutes of thinking about his grandmother before he could calm down.
“My dick is so lonely. Would yours like to meet mine?”