the art of denial ( infinite, myungyeol, nc-17 )
Title: The Art of Denial
Pairing: Myungsoo/Sungyeol
Rating: NC-17
WC: 9672
Notes: Written for a request by arashi1188. Sorry if you don't like AUs...but this is a college AU. And it's really long. And there's some drug use and lots of swearing, so, there's a warning. I can't believe I finally finished this. I hope you like it!
Myungsoo rested his head on his arm, staring morosely at the TV screen flickering dimly in front of him. He pondered the frequency of commercials about sexual enhancement drugs on late-night television, wondering whether guys felt more self-conscious about their size in the middle of the night than during the day and if the makers of the commercials knew about this and were capitalizing on their insecurity. As the man on the screen lifted a small bottle up with a huge grin and gave the camera a thumbs up and a suggestive wink, a light buzzing sound issued from somewhere in the depths of his couch. Myungsoo fished a hand out to feel around under the pile of sofa cushions, unearthing his vibrating phone and looking at the screen. He sneered at the notification flashing on the front of it and tossed the phone back down, looking back at the TV as the drama re-runs he'd been engrossed in came back from commercial break.
Not even five minutes later, his phone buzzed again and he leaned over to glare at it. Grabbing it and lifting it with a squint, he checked his messages, clicking through the notification saying he had (3) unread messages.
>> (12:30 A.M.) dumbass said: r u still mad
>> (12:47 A.M.) dumbass said: hello...
>> (12:51 A.M.) dumbass said: check ur phone twat
"Fuck off," Myungsoo grumbled at his phone, pressing down on the power button to turn it off. He settled back down into the couch, watching silently as the woman on the screen cried dramatically as her husband stormed around their house, preparing to leave her for good. "Serves her right. Cheating bitch."
-
The next day, Myungsoo was sighing quietly into his cup of coffee when someone shuffled through the door to the Starbucks. Woohyun shouldered his backpack off and set it on the booth, sliding in beside it. Myungsoo glanced up to acknowledge his presence, looking back down at the student newspaper he was reading. After ordering a caffè latte for himself, Woohyun rested his crossed arms on the table between them and regarded his friend with a raised eyebrow.
"So...guess who bitched me out all morning for saying I was hanging out with you today?"
Myungsoo grunted lightly. "He's such a drama queen."
Woohyun frowned at him and leaned back in his chair, lifting his arms to fold them behind his head.
"He's also your best friend. Who you haven't talked to in, what, three days?"
"Four," Myungsoo corrected, sipping at his coffee.
"Don't you think this whole thing is a little childish?" Woohyun grinned.
The other narrowed his eyes. "No."
"Not even a little third grade?"
"I'll throw my coffee at your face."
"Now that's childish," the older laughed, lifting his hands to accept his order as it arrived to their table. He thanked the waitress with a wink, chuckling to himself as she blushed slightly and hurried away.
"You're such a greaseball," Myungsoo observed, amused.
"I prefer to think of myself as an opportunist," Woohyun replied.
He took a quick drink and grimaced lightly at the burn on his tongue. Myungsoo went back to skimming through the article on campus activities, shutting the newspaper when he was done and sliding it to the side. He glanced at his phone to check the time.
"Let's take these with us. I want to get there before all the good seats are taken."
"God, fine," Woohyun said, making a disgusted face. "Always so goddamn punctual."
-
The west side lawn was already lined with rows and rows of lawn chairs, the first two rows full of loud students talking over one another as the whine of speakers being tested punctuated the noise. To the side of the large stage in front of the rows of chairs, several groups of people holding instruments and sitting on amplifiers and various other equipment talked amongst themselves, waiting for the sound technician to finish. Myungsoo and Woohyun wandered down the rows to snag two chairs in the center of the third row, plopping into their seats and cradling their coffee.
"Think this is gonna be as good as last year's?" Myungsoo asked idly, sipping as he surveyed the crowd.
"I hope it isn't gonna be as rigged as last year's," Woohyun replied with a smirk.
Myungsoo rolled his eyes and scanned his gaze over the bands getting ready. He grinned and pointed. "Hey, there they are. I'm gonna go say hi. Watch our seats."
Woohyun made a noise of confirmation as Myungsoo got up and made his way to the side of the stage. A boy with spiked hair looked over as he approached and started waving his arm wildly, calling out his name. Myungsoo smiled as he was pulled in under the boy's arm and practically dragged over to two other guys.
"Hey, hey, look who I found!" the boy proclaimed.
An older-looking boy with deep-set eyes and a Les Paul strapped to him and slung low on his waist smiled widely. "Myungsoo," the boy greeted him, clapping him on the shoulder. "Glad you could make it."
"Like I'd miss it," Myungsoo drawled, patting him on the back. "Come on, Sunggyu, you know me better than that."
"True," Sunggyu laughed. "Our ex-guitarist would stalk all our shows even after he ditched us heartlessly."
"This is a college Battle of the Bands event, not a real show," Myungsoo pointed out. "And you know I had to quit because of school."
"Our little scholar," the spiky-haired guy beamed, petting the back of his head. "We're so proud of you, actually trying to pass and everything."
"Geez, don't make us sound like idiots or anything, Dongwoo," the boy who'd been sitting on an amp and tuning his bass piped up.
"Yeah, me and Hoya do make an effort to study, you know. We just aren't trying to be little doctors like Myungsoo here," Sunggyu added.
"I could study if I wanted to," Dongwoo defended himself. "I just don't want to."
"Sure," Hoya smirked.
"Right," Sunggyu raised an eyebrow.
Myungsoo remained silent, regarding Dongwoo with a dubious expression on his face. Dongwoo gaped around at them, crossing his arms.
"Whatever, I bet scholars can't drum for shit anyway."
They all laughed and Myungsoo looked toward the stage as the other bands started lifting their equipment. "Oh, I think it's time for you guys to set up. I'd better get back to my seat."
"Yeah, we'll rendezvous after the show for the afterparty at my place," Sunggyu said, squeezing his arm lightly. "You guys had all better show up."
"Of course we will," Myungsoo assured him, waving goodbye as he moved out of the way and slipped back out onto the lawn.
As he approached their row, he noticed two other people were now sitting with Woohyun and chatting with him. The minute he recognized who it was, his face fell into a scowl and his steps slowed reluctantly, dragging his feet. "Shit," he mumbled to himself.
Sungjong and Sungyeol looked up as Myungsoo moved down the row to the seat Woohyun had saved with his backpack.
"Hey!" Sungjong greeted brightly from Woohyun's side. "Is it weird that you're not getting on stage with them this year?"
"Just a little," Myungsoo admitted, sitting down and carefully ignoring the eyes staring holes into his face. "I didn't know you guys were coming."
"Why wouldn't we?" Sungyeol asked lightly, the tension in his voice barely noticeable.
Myungsoo shrugged. Woohyun eyed him worriedly before turning to Sungjong to listen to the younger boy's prattling. Sungyeol kept staring past the two at Myungsoo, who was staring resolutely at the stage. After a beat of silence, Sungyeol sighed and turned to join him in watching the bands set their equipment up.
Sunggyu's band was the fourth and second-to-last to take the stage. The previous three bands had all been the same predictable, average college rock groups Myungsoo was long since used to seeing and he'd sat through them with a bored expression, feeling like it was going to take ages to get to his ex-bandmates. As soon as their three friends clambered onto the stage, however, the crowd of students burst into loud cheers of recognition. Even though their band had only been around since the previous year, they had gained enough of a cult following among their college's student populace to earn a small amount of dedicated fans and quite a few people who had at least heard of them.
"Hello, we're Infinite," Sunggyu spoke into the microphone, bowing his head a bit as the crowd whooped for him.
They took no time to launch into their first song, one that Myungsoo had had a hand in writing quite some time ago and so knew by heart, smiling as he mouthed along to the lyrics while Woohyun, Sungjong and Sungyeol sang out loud. Sunggyu stood stock still as he crooned into the microphone, Hoya roaming the stage restlessly with his bass when he wasn't singing harmony to back Sunggyu's vocals up, and Dongwoo was his normal vivacious self, banging into his drumset like he was trying to beat the shit out of it and twirling his drumsticks every so often to get the crowd even more riled up. By the time their set ended, most of the crowd was on their feet, yelling themselves hoarse. Sunggyu made a heart sign with his fingers as he followed the other two offstage and Sungjong stood up onto his chair to make one back at him with his arms above his head. Woohyun laughed and tugged at their youngest friend's shirt to get him to sit down as the last band took the stage and they calmed back down.
At the end of the last band's set, the judges gathered their notes to deliberate and they soon made the annoucement for who'd won. Myungsoo wasn't surprised when they named the last band who had performed the winners, resting a hand on Woohyun's arm to stop him when the other boy started booing loudly at the judge's table.
"Whatever, they always win," Myungsoo said, shrugging. "Like you said, it's rigged."
"It's bullshit," Sungyeol cut in, frowning. "The crowd was way louder for Infinite than for Big Bang."
Myungsoo shrugged again and Woohyun slung his arm over his shoulders. "Let's go get wasted and forget all about these asshole judges, alright?"
"Sounds great," Sungjong laughed.
The four of them stood and made off toward the parking lot where Woohyun was parked. Woohyun kept his arm around Myungsoo, walking a bit ahead of Sungjong and Sungyeol to keep out of Sungyeol's hearing range.
"You sure you want to go?" Woohyun asked lowly.
Myungsoo sighed. "I told the guys I'd go. And I guess I can't avoid him forever."
"Maybe you guys can make up and put this whole dumb thing behind you," his friend suggested.
Myungsoo drew his eyebrows together and gave a doubtful snort. Behind them, Sungyeol watched him walk, looking distraught.
-
Sunggyu, who was already a senior finishing up his last semester of college, had a decent-sized house in a nice little neighborhood just down the street from the campus. Since he was one of the few people they all hung out with who had a house of his own with no roommates, his house was often designated as the "official" party house, which meant that Myungsoo and the others were all rather intimately familiar with the place, especially the couches where they were forced to sleep if they'd had one too many drinks.
Myungsoo didn't bother knocking as he went through the unlocked front door, calling out a greeting to the boys gathered in the kitchen. Sunggyu was mixing something that was bright green in a large plastic pitcher at the counter while Hoya and Dongwoo were playing a card game at the kitchen table. He sat down at the table as Woohyun went past them to hover around Sunggyu and demand to have a taste of whatever he was making.
Sungyeol hung back a bit, watching as Myungsoo interacted with his friends. Normally, he would have immediately taken his place in the chair beside Myungsoo, leaning against his best friend's arm as he joined him in spectating the riveting game of Go Fish the bassist and drummer were engaged in. Tonight, however, he didn't think the chair beside Myungsoo was reserved for him. Sungjong took his arm and smiled softly as he led him to the couches across from the big-screen TV to distract him with cartoons until the party was well under way.
People began arriving in groups soon and an hour later found the boys, as well as the other party guests, in various states of inebriation. Myungsoo was just starting to find his buzz, cradling his sweet-tasting green drink in his hands as he tried to pay attention to the story Kwanghee was imparting unto a small crowd of onlookers. He realized he was completely lost when the story turned into a recounting of Kwanghee's latest night out at a gay bar, fairly sure the story had begun as an anecdote about Kwanghee's crazy mother. He was soon dragged away by a heavily slurring Dongwoo and he stumbled into the living room, maneuvering past a couple making out right next to the bar counter, and sat down where Dongwoo had pushed him into a chair with a classical guitar.
"Come on, play the song. You know which one," Dongwoo urged, waving his hands.
"I do?" Myungsoo asked uncertainly, plucking at a string.
"I think he means 'Can u Smile'," Sungjong giggled from his place on Youngwon's lap.
"Ohhh," he said, fingers instinctively finding their place on the neck of the guitar even though his intoxicated mind was already struggling to remember the beginning lyrics.
Sunggyu walked over to crouch beside the chair and sing along with him, following the notes of the guitar. The people who were watching the impromptu show bobbed their heads and swayed with the music, laughing collectively as Heechul imitated holding a lighter up. As he sang, Myungsoo's eyes scanned the crowd, drinking in their captivated expressions and trying to judge their enjoyment of the music. His gaze fell on Sungyeol and stayed there. His tall best friend was sitting in the middle of one of the couches, stuck in between Hyosung and Yookwon who were both swaying and making Sungyeol's body sway with theirs. Sungyeol held his gaze quietly, eyes hazy behind his glasses. When the song came to an end, Myungsoo tore his eyes away from the crowd and set the guitar down, standing up to leave the room as the crowd cheered after him. Sungyeol stood up as well with a frown, hurrying after him.
Myungsoo slipped outside into the enclosed backyard, fumbling around in his pockets. He pulled a cigarette out and lit it as the back door swung open behind him and Sungyeol slipped out, shutting the door.
"Myungsoo," he said.
Myungsoo stiffened slightly and blew smoke out as he glanced back over his shoulder.
"What?"
"God, I can't believe you're still so pissed," Sungyeol huffed.
"Go back inside."
"No."
"I don't feel like talking to you right now."
"Too fucking bad. I'm tired of you ignoring me."
"Sungyeol," Myungsoo warned, turning around and flicking his cigarette with his thumb.
"No, I don't deserve this," Sungyeol argued, eyebrows drawn together. "If you want to stop being friends or something...whatever. Just tell me, though, don't ignore me like some angry kid."
Myungsoo glared at him. "Shouldn't you be somewhere else, trying to ruin another friendship?"
"I wasn't trying-" Sungyeol pinched the bridge of his nose, attempting to reign in enough sobriety to remain calm. "Look, I'm sorry. I've already apologized a thousand times, but I'm really, really sorry. If I had known what doing that would do to our friendship...I'd take it all back. In a heartbeat. Nothing's worth losing my best friend over it."
Myungsoo shifted unsteadily on his feet, taking a long drag off his cigarette. His moved his gaze to the ground, looking away.
"I just don't get why you did it."
"Because I was fucking drunk," Sungyeol sighed. "Because I was stupid enough to think it was a good idea at the time. Because I'd been wanting to, for a really long time."
Myungsoo snapped his gaze up. "You had?"
"Yeah, not that you'd ever noticed," Sungyeol grinned wryly.
He suddenly felt even drunker, confusion clouding his senses. How could he have never noticed something like that? He wondered how long Sungyeol had been harboring this secret. They had been friends since they were little kids, telling each other everything under the sun, but Sungyeol couldn't tell him about this? Myungsoo made a face, spitting into the grass as he stubbed his cigarette out and tossed it away.
"Are you," Sungyeol started slowly, "like, homophobic or some shit? 'Cause I never thought you were."
"No," Myungsoo shook his head. He shrugged. "I mean, I don't really care. What's other people's business is other people's business."
"Then...?"
Myungsoo grimaced again. "Look, you try getting drunk at a party and having your best friend randomly try to shove his tongue down your throat." He paused. "Wait, nevermind, I guess you'd enjoy that."
"It's not like I'm ever gonna do it again," Sungyeol frowned.
Myungsoo carded a hand through his hair, sighing. "Look, I just need a little more processing time. I still feel pretty fucking weird around you, not gonna lie."
"But you still want to be friends?" Sungyeol asked hopefully.
Myungsoo looked up at him, nodding. "You've been my best friend forever. I'm not gonna just throw you away like that."
"God, Myungsoo," Sungyeol breathed, taking a step forward and extending his arms. He frowned again as Myungsoo took an automatic step back in reaction.
"Sorry, it's just...," he trailed off, looking a little guilty.
Sungyeol took a breath and shook his head. "Nah, I understand. Don't worry about it."
Myungsoo nodded and shoved his hands into his pockets, suddenly feeling antsy. "You want to get back to the party?"
"Sure."
Sungyeol moved aside as Myungsoo moved past him to open the door and walk back inside. He stayed outside for a moment, taking a deep breath of the cool night air as he rocked on his feet and stared up at the stars. Smiling to himself, he turned to rejoin the party feeling lighter than he had in days.
-
Myungsoo tried not to groan out loud into his Biology textbook. He was nursing a hangover in his 10:00 A.M. class, hoping his professor wouldn't try to embarrass him by asking him about the sunglasses he was wearing indoors. Beside him, Woohyun was looking only slightly better, squinting his bloodshot eyes at the chalkboard and cursing the professor's tiny, barely legible handwriting under his breath, making Myungsoo grin crookedly against his notes.
"Fuck, I am so getting a double shot at Starbucks after this shit," Woohyun stage-whispered.
Myungsoo grumbled in agreement, lifting his head to look at the clock and gauge how much time they had left before the end of class. He noted they still had a half an hour left, dropping his head again with a low moan as Woohyun started hissing, "What the hell number is that? Is that a five or a six?"
Luckily, their Biology professor let them go five minutes early. Woohyun dragged Myungsoo out of his seat to nudge him toward the auditorium's steps, pushing him every so often as Myungsoo's feet threatened to send him flying down the stairs, stumbling all over himself.
In Starbucks, they finally started returning to their regular selves, eagerly downing their coffees.
"What's on the agenda for today, captain?" Myungsoo smirked.
"Oh, I'm hitting the gym with Hoya later," Woohyun said. He ran his fingers along the edge of the table, looking over at him uncertainly. "Are you still pretending Sungyeol doesn't exist?"
Myungsoo's lips quirked. "Nah, we're alright now."
"You should hang out with him," Woohyun prompted.
"I guess I could give him a call," Myungsoo shrugged, stirring his spoon in his coffee slowly and watching the marshmallows spin.
After he and Woohyun parted ways outside of the Starbucks, Myungsoo pulled his phone out to call Sungyeol.
"Yeah?" Sungyeol answered.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Myungsoo asked, pulling a cigarette out.
"Nothing. My roommate's out, though, so you should come over if you want."
"I'll be there soon," Myungsoo told him, hanging up and pocketing his phone as he lit the cigarette and started the walk to Sungyeol's apartment.
-
Myungsoo watched the stars and planets revolving slowly around Sungyeol's dark room. The shapes were being projected from the small device on Sungyeol's bedside table, making soft whirring noises as the gears turned and the color-changing lights shined through the cut-outs of stars and planets and turned around in circles, casting the multi-colored images out around the otherwise pitch-black room.
The other boy stirred beside him on the bed where he lay with his feet facing the opposite direction of Myungsoo's, body shifted down the bed so that his head was positioned next to his. Sungyeol turned towards him and lifted his arm over their heads, offering the joint in his hand. Myungsoo took it from him and brought it down to his lips, inhaling and holding the smoke in as he continued watching the shapes drifting across the walls. He breathed out and brought his hand to rest on his chest.
"Yeol."
Sungyeol tilted his head towards his. "Hmm?"
Myungsoo contemplated his question, waving the hand with the joint stuck in between his fingers.
"How did you know you were gay?"
"What?" Sungyeol asked, turning his head further. "I'm not gay."
"Or whatever you are. How did you know you wanted to...kiss me or whatever."
"Because I thought about you a lot. About how you look. And I really like being around you, with you."
Myungsoo hummed. "But friends think about each other a lot. And they just like being around each other. That's not special."
"It's different than it is with other people, though."
"How?" he asked, curiosity piqued.
"Like, you know," Sungyeol murmured. "Take Sungjong for example. I wouldn't ever want to kiss him like that because I like him but I don't like him. And I don't think about him like that."
"Like what?"
"Like...I don't know, sexy."
Myungsoo smirked and tilted his head to look at Sungyeol's face in the dark.
"You think I'm sexy?"
"I mean, like...ugh," Sungyeol sighed, snatching the joint away from Myungsoo and taking a hit. His voice was thick from it when he started talking again, smoke spilling out. "It's like the difference between having a crush on someone and just thinking someone is cool. You have a crush because you want something more than just talking and hanging out. You see them differently."
Myungsoo furrowed his brow. "So you do like like me. It's not just some sex thing."
Sungyeol laughed shortly. "No, it's not just some sex thing."
"You don't wanna fuck me?" Myungsoo asked, tilting his head again to look at him.
"What the hell, Myungsoo?" Sungyeol laughed again, looking back at him. "You're so stoned right now."
He grinned. "Yeah, I am."
Sungyeol shook his head, smiling, and passed the joint back to him. "Kill it."
Myungsoo took it and sucked hard, stubbing the tiny roach out on the bedside table.
-
When he opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was that the room looked red. The walls were red, the ceiling was red, and even the lighting in the room was tinged with red. He turned his head and noticed that his senses seemed as if they'd been turned on max volume. The feel of the fabric of his pillow beneath his cheek was so soft it felt like he could feel every single silky thread dragging across his face. When he inhaled, the smell of the room hit him like a ton of bricks. He recognized the scent almost immediately even though he hadn't smelled it in quite some time.
The entire room reeked of sex.
Lifting his head slightly, Myungsoo opened his eyes again, looking around more properly. He jumped when he realized there was a lump under the bedsheets where his legs were. Eyes widening in alarm, he watched as the lump straightened out slightly and suddenly he could feel something wet moving over his leg, up one calf and then higher over his knee and his thigh. He realized it was a tongue, tracing lightly over his flesh and drawing goosebumps where breath was hitting the wet spots of his skin.
The lump of the person under the covers moved up and Myungsoo dropped his head back with a low groan as they started mouthing over his stomach up to his chest. Lips encircled one of his nipples and gave a soft suck, tongue flicking out to smooth over it as hands smoothed over his sides lightly. He lifted his hand to rest over the covered head, keeping it close to his body as the mouth started moving back down his stomach. Myungsoo's eyes squeezed shut and he started panting when the tongue found its way to his bare cock, smoothing up the underside to play about the head.
His senses were on overdrive now, every swipe of that tongue feeling ten times as intense, drawing his hips up into shallow thrusts as his fingers trembled where they still guided the head through the sheets. His eyes were shut so tight it was giving him a slight headache, jaw clenching, chest heaving with breath, and when the mouth finally closed around him to give a slow, soft suck, Myungsoo dropped his tense jaw open to moan in approval, head digging back into the pillow as his back arched and his feet pressed into the mattress.
As the mouth around him started sucking in earnest, lips slipping up and down in a tight ring, tongue pressing his cock up against the roof of the mouth, Myungsoo realized he was going to lose it much sooner than he was hoping, hips already trembling slightly in the secure hold of two strong hands. "Fuck," he breathed softly, biting down on his lower lip to hold the noises his throat was trying to force out of him back. All too soon, Myungsoo turned his face to press into the pillow as his hands gripped the back of the blanketed head to hold it in place as his cock trembled through the longest orgasm he could ever remember having, coming endlessly into the warmth of that tight mouth. He panted as he slowly came back down, fingers unclenching and hands dropping to his sides, legs sliding down to straighten out on the bed again.
The lump moved slowly to one side and then slipped up the bed toward the top of the sheets. Myungsoo turned his head, eyes cracking open as the person who had just given him the blowjob of his life popped their head out from under the covers. Messy, wavy dark auburn hair was pushed back out of a sweaty pale face, his bed partner turning to regard him with a sleazy grin.
"Wow, you really enjoyed that, huh?"
Myungsoo blinked slowly. "Sungyeol...?"
He shot up in bed, eyes huge, panting with breath. Myungsoo looked around and recognized his own room, looking just as normal as it always did. He was alone, no telltale lump of a body under the sheets. His head dropped back down against his cool pillow, hand coming up to rest over his face as he realized he'd just been dreaming. Shifting under the sheets, he made a face when he felt the sticky, damp drag of his sheets against his wet crotch.
He wondered what exactly one usually did upon waking to discover they'd just had a wet dream about their best friend.
-
Lunch the following day was rather awkward for Myungsoo.
Sure, Woohyun and Sungjong were fighting over the last of the chips as usual, Sungyeol was complaining about the taste of the macaroni salad as usual and Sunggyu was crunching into his sandwich that he'd filled with croutons from the salad bar so loudly it was a constant background noise as usual, but the way Sungyeol sucking on his straw kept reminding Myungsoo of Sungyeol sucking on other things in his dream was most definitely not what he was used to.
Sungyeol glanced up and frowned when he caught Myungsoo gawking at him with a half-disgusted, half-intrigued expression for the millionth time, setting his fork down.
"Do I have something on my face or what?" he demanded.
Myungsoo blinked, snapping out of it. "What?"
"You keep staring. It's weird."
"No I'm not. Shut up."
"Are too."
"Nope."
"Guys," Sunggyu started, waving a hand in the air between them.
Myungsoo sat back in his chair, looking off to watch as a guy at another table tried to pour ketchup into his friend's drink without him noticing. Sungyeol pouted and looked down at his macaroni salad, poking at it and murmuring something about too much mayonnaise.
Afterwards, they all split up to go to class or back home and Sungyeol followed Myungsoo back to his apartment complex.
"What was all that about?" he asked as they walked through the entryway.
Myungsoo looked back at him and then slid his gaze to the small kitchen where his roommate Jaehyo was making ramen for himself.
"Come on," he said, grabbing Sungyeol's arm and pulling him to his bedroom.
He shut the door behind them and Sungyeol plopped onto the bed, looking up at him with a scrunched brow.
Myungsoo ran a hand through his hair, turning toward him slowly.
"Was there anything weird in that pot we smoked last night?" he asked.
Sungyeol raised an eyebrow. "No. It was what I always get."
"So it's not supposed to like...give you weird dreams or anything?"
"Uhh, no? Why, did you have nightmares?"
Myungsoo sat down at the foot of the bed, staring at his feet. "Something like that."
"What about?" Sungyeol asked, kicking his shoes off and sliding up to rest back against the headboard, crossing his legs on the bed.
"I can't tell you," Myungsoo frowned.
Sungyeol snorted. "Can't tell me? Since when has there ever been anything you can't tell me?"
"Since now."
"Come on, now I have to know. Tell me what it was," Sungyeol insisted, grinning. "Was it really fucked up?"
"God, you have no idea," Myungsoo sighed. He shook his head. "Still don't want to tell you."
"Myungsoo," Sungyeol whined, leaning forward to shake his shoulder. "Come onnn."
The other cringed and shook him off, looking away. Chewing on his lip, he lowered his gaze and mumbled something. Sungyeol leaned further, complaining that he couldn't hear him. Myungsoo snapped his head around, glaring.
"I said you sucked me off."
Sungyeol froze up, eyes wide, staring back at him. He slowly leaned back against the headboard again.
"Like, a real blowjob?"
"Like a real blowjob."
Sungyeol sucked his lower lip into his mouth thoughtfully.
"Did you like it?"
He huffed a laugh. "Of course I fucking liked it, stupid."
Sungyeol stayed quiet for a moment, long enough for Myungsoo to get embarrassed and put his head down into his hands with a quiet groan. Sungyeol crawled over to pat his back.
"Don't worry, dreams aren't supposed to make sense. I had a dream that I fucked my fat, ugly cousin one time."
Myungsoo looked up. "What? Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
Sungyeol shrugged at him.
He rubbed at his face. "God, what is wrong with me?"
"Just forget about it. It's not like you want that in real life, anyway." Sungyeol paused. "Right?"
"Uhh, why the hell would I want that?" Myungsoo asked, eyes widening.
His best friend laughed and shrugged again. "Just checking, buddy."
"Would you do that?" he asked, surprised.
Sungyeol grinned. "Well, yeah."
"You're so weird," Myungsoo sighed.
"You're the one dreaming about me doing it!"
"At least it's just a dream!"
The taller picked the pillow up off of his bed and threw it at him. "Just keep acting like a dick, we'll see who ends up getting blown."
-
Myungsoo's eyes scanned the program playing on the big screen TV in Sunggyu's living room, fingers picking restlessly at a stray thread sticking out of the couch arm. His mind was not on the newest episode of his favorite drama. Instead, it was running through a multitude of situations he was fairly sure he shouldn't have been thinking about at all.
Sungyeol would have given him a blowjob. Right there, in his room, he would have pulled Myungsoo's pants off and gone down on him like there wasn't enough dick in the world to satisfy his hunger.
He rolled his head from one side to the other on his shoulders, shrugging them up to brush against his ears, looking off to the side toward the bathroom door. Would Sungyeol blow him in a bathroom? Would he pull him into a stall and do it there, or would he just push him against the wall and drop to his knees to let anyone needing to take a piss at the wrong time wander in to find them?
He turned his head to look around the bar to the kitchen and wondered if Sungyeol would ever touch him in public, at one of their parties, while everyone was too trashed to pay attention or care. He tried to imagine stripping their clothes off, having Sungyeol jack him off, pull him into his mouth or let himself be pushed into the kitchen table to sit him down on it and fuck him where everyone could watch, cheering them on or pulling their phones out to get it on video and upload it onto the internet later, where it would eventually wind up on amateur gay porn sites.
Myungsoo shut his eyes, rubbing them with his fingertips hard enough to sting. He resolved to stop obsessing about Sungyeol.
Ten minutes later, standing in Sunggyu's backyard with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he contemplated a plush chair sitting in a corner of the yard with a perfect view of the night sky, trying to figure out what the mechanics of having drunken sex on it would be like. Inhaling sharply, he choked on smoke, coughing hard and pounding on his chest as he cursed loudly.
-
"So I keep having these gay thoughts about Sungyeol." Myungsoo rubbed his temples with his fingertips. "I don't know why, they all started with that damned blowjob dream, but I've never even thought about guys like that before. And I still think about girls and everything. It's not like I just randomly became gay. But...I can't stop myself. He just won't get out of my head. It's driving me crazy." He sighed. "I just keep wondering what it'd be like to do stuff. If I'd like it, and want to do it again. Or wanting to know how much he'd like it. I can't do this anymore, I need help or a lobotomy or something."
Woohyun stared back at him flatly, coffee starting to get cool as the whipped cream slowly sunk into its murky depths.
"Dude, not that I don't appreciate you thinking you could rely on me for advice or whatever, but what the hell gave you the impression that I needed to know any of this?"
"I didn't know who else to talk to, okay?" Myungsoo snapped. "It's not like I can go ask Sungyeol about it."
"Why not?" Woohyun asked. "Hell, I'm sure he'd be more than happy to help you get your sexual frustrations about him out of your system."
"I can't just use him, he's my best friend."
"Then he should help you understand what you're feeling like a good best friend."
"I don't think that's how it works."
Woohyun lifted his coffee cup to his lips, shrugging.
"Just go over to his place and try to make out with him. I guarantee he'll kiss back."
Myungsoo resisted the urge to slam his head down onto the table.
-
Sungyeol's front door had never looked so intimidating before, Myungsoo was positive. He lifted a hand to knock, hesitated, sighed loudly and brought his fist down three times, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Sungyeol answered the door with wet hair, evidently just having showered. Myungsoo tried his hardest not to let his thoughts play around with that mental image too much as he slipped inside and shrugged out of his jacket.
"Is your roommate home?" he asked reflexively.
The other boy shook his head, scratching the back of his neck and padding toward the living room. "He went home for the weekend."
Myungsoo nodded, filing the confirmation that they were alone in the apartment away into the back of his mind as he followed him to the couch. He sat down next to Sungyeol as he pulled his legs up onto the couch, bare toes wiggling, turning the volume up on the TV just a bit and leaning onto the arm of the couch. Myungsoo spread his legs and leaned back, resting his arm over the back of the couch and Sungyeol's shoulders, noticing the way the other moved back against it minutely as he got comfortable.
"What did you do today?" Myungsoo asked, shifting a tiny bit closer.
"Not much," Sungyeol responded, eyes glued to the TV. "We had a peer review thing in my acting class. The dumb girl I got paired with didn't share my sense of humor and she gave me a bad grade."
"Screw her. You deserve an A," Myungsoo smirked, rubbing his shoulder.
Sungyeol laughed and leaned into him, finally looking away from the TV and at him. "I was pretty awesome."
"I'd have given you an A," he assured him, smiling.
The bespectacled boy nodded, eyes flicking down to his lips briefly. Myungsoo caught it and automatically ran his tongue over his lips self-consciously, making Sungyeol flick his gaze up to him.
"Something's off about you tonight," he noted.
"Really?" Myungsoo feigned innocence.
"Yeah, are you drunk?"
"No."
"Hmm." Sungyeol pursed his lips contemplatively, narrowing his eyes.
Myungsoo laughed and leaned forward to press his lips lightly to the other's pucker, causing Sungyeol to draw back quickly with an alarmed expression.
"What the hell was that?!"
He shrugged. "Just wanted to."
Sungyeol looked shocked for a second, just staring at him, but then his gaze grew hazy and he hesitantly leaned forward, pressing his lips to Myungsoo's again. Myungsoo shut his eyes and pressed back into it, inhaling through his nose. They stayed like that for a moment before Sungyeol parted his lips and Myungsoo tilted his head to fit his lower lip between them, mouths brushing lightly against each other. Sungyeol lifted his hand to Myungsoo's shoulder and tilted his head the other way, opening his mouth further to coax Myungsoo into kissing him deeper, fingers curling into his T-shirt. With a soft noise of approval, Myungsoo brushed his tongue into Sungyeol's mouth, leaning into him so that Sungyeol was pressed back into the couch.
It wasn't long before they were both panting into each other's mouths, Sungyeol's arms wrapped around Myungsoo's shoulders while his were wrapped around Sungyeol's waist, pulling his body close and pressing forward so that they slid down the couch to lay down, Myungsoo slotting his body over his and bending down as he brushed his lips over Sungyeol's neck. The boy shivered, leaning his head back to give him better access, fingers running through his hair. Myungsoo rolled his hips down and groaned lightly when he felt Sungyeol's hard length pressing insistently into his hip. He lifted his head to breathe against Sungyeol's mouth, opening his eyes.
"Still want to suck me off?" he asked, voice rumbling low in his chest.
Sungyeol opened his eyes, looking confused. After a beat of silence, his look darkened, hands pushing insistently against Myungsoo's chest.
"Get off, get off, you asshole," he bit out, jaw clenched.
Myungsoo's head reeled as he was pushed away, arms reaching out to the other. "Yeol-"
"Do I look like some kind of science experiment to you?" Sungyeol demanded angrily, sitting up. His hair was mussed and his glasses were askew. Myungsoo tried not to find it endearing.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, still wound up from desire but now also frustrated.
"If you're just here to try to get a blowjob or something, you can fuck off and go find some dumb chick to do that for you," Sungyeol snapped, standing up and fixing his clothes.
"I don't get you. I thought you wanted me."
"I do, asshole. But I want you to want me back because it's me, not just because I'm willing to fuck you."
Myungsoo's brow furrowed in more confusion. "I do want you. Do you really think I'd be doing this if I didn't?"
"You don't want me, you want to fuck around and see how that works for you," Sungyeol grumbled, walking toward the door.
"What's the big deal?" Myungsoo asked agitatedly. "I get what I want, you get what you've been wanting forever, everyone's happy, right?"
"This is not what I want," Sungyeol frowned. He yanked the front door open, extending his arm. "Get out."
Myungsoo stared at him in disbelief. He stood up and adjusted himself, storming over to him and through the door. He turned around to say something and jumped back when the door was slammed in his face, the lock turning audibly a second later.
He knocked his forehead against the door, eyes shut, cursing under his breath and vowing never to accept advice from Woohyun again.
-
Sungyeol avoided him for the most part of the next week. Myungsoo couldn't help but feel like it was karma for ignoring Sungyeol for so long after the accidental drunken kiss. He found the tables turned as he waited around outside of Sungyeol's classrooms, always hoping to catch him as he was leaving but slowly coming to realize that the boy wasn't attending any of his classes. He dropped by his apartment every so often but found that his knocks always either went unanswered or the door flew open to Hyungshik's unamused face, eyes narrowed knowingly as he claimed his roommate wasn't home.
Even when he was out with their friends, it seemed that he never caught them when Sungyeol was with them, and the whole time he was there he felt like Woohyun was the only one really talking to him while four other pairs of eyes only glanced at him to send him annoyed, judging looks.
By the end of the week, Myungsoo was convinced that the whole world hated him. The more he thought about that night in Sungyeol's apartment, the more he felt inclined to agree with them. Had he really thought trying to use his best friend's feelings for him to get his own sexual frustration about him out of his system was a good idea? He hardly blamed Sungyeol anymore for kicking him out, feeling more and more like the scum of the earth the more time passed without his best friend's constant presence.
He wanted Sungyeol back. Not because he wanted to sleep with him, but just because he needed his friend back. He needed Sungyeol's running commentary while they watched crappy horror flicks and his horrible taste in road music as he abused Myungsoo's car's radio. He needed Sungyeol's interference when his dry sarcasm wasn't being intercepted by whoever he was speaking to in a way that wouldn't degenerate into squabbling.
Myungsoo needed Sungyeol, more than he'd ever realized before. It had just taken him a tad bit too long to discover this.
-
On a sunny Thursday afternoon, Myungsoo was wandering down the street as he left Starbucks, making sure not to step on the cracks in the sidewalk, when he glanced up and saw a familiar face turning the corner ahead of him. He immediately broke into a jog to catch up but slowed down just enough to remain unnoticed as he followed Sungyeol down the street toward his apartment complex. Once he was there, Myungsoo crept up on him while Sungyeol was fiddling with his key to open the door, waiting until he was pushing it open to slide up and make himself known, hurriedly shoving his way into the apartment as Sungyeol squawked and got pushed in along with him.
"What the fuck, Myungsoo?" Sungyeol cried, dropping his backpack in the entryway.
"Do you know how hard I've been looking for you everywhere the past week?" Myungsoo grumbled, shrugging his own bag off his shoulder and setting it on the counter.
"I've been avoiding you," the taller boy informed him.
"No shit, Sherlock."
"You deserved it."
"I know."
Sungyeol thinned his lips, turning away. "You still do."
"I know," Myungsoo sighed, "I know. I'm sorry, Yeol. I was a complete idiot, and an ass, and I should have treated you with respect like friends do but I let myself get carried away."
"I never expected that from you, of all people," Sungyeol frowned at the floor.
"You shouldn't have had to." Myungsoo moved forward into his line of sight, trying to catch his eye. "Look, I think I figured out what I should have done in the first place instead of coming over that night."
Sungyeol looked up, wary. "What's that?"
Myungsoo shifted nervously on his feet, rubbing his own arm. "Asked you out? Like...on a date?"
Sungyeol raised an eyebrow. "You're asking me out?"
"If you want to. It's up to you," the other offered, shrugging one shoulder and trying not to look too eager.
The taller walked around him, pouting in contemplation. "I don't know. Something tells me that a date with Kim Myungsoo would be cheap and boring."
"You're cheap and boring," Myungsoo said, faking offense.
"Is that any way to talk to your prospective date?" Sungyeol grinned.
"I'll talk to him however I want to."
Sungyeol shrugged. "Alright, fine. But it can't be cheap. Or boring."
-
Sungyeol kicked the door open as he walked back into his apartment, flushed and happy, still on the same high he'd been on throughout their entire date. He stretched his arms overhead and chuckled to himself as Myungsoo followed him into the room, nudging his shoes off and watching his best friend spin around in a circle with a slow, subtle grin.
"Not cheap or boring!" Sungyeol said approvingly, giving him a thumbs up.
"Yeah, thanks for ordering the most expensive plate on the menu," Myungsoo drawled, trying to look unamused though his quirked lips were giving him away.
"I had to test you," the taller explained carefully, "to make sure you were the real thing."
"And am I the real thing?" Myungsoo questioned as he shrugged his jacket off and set it on the table.
"You passed," Sungyeol nodded in confirmation, resting his butt against the back of the couch and grinning at him.
"What do you usually do at the ends of your dates?" Myungsoo asked, edging closer to him.
"Well, if it sucks, I tell them so and kick them out saying I hope I never see their ugly face again," Sungyeol smirked, stepping forward slowly. "If I had a good time, I might let them get away with a goodnight kiss."
"Oh really?" the younger asked, bringing his hands up to rest on Sungyeol's waist. He smirked as Sungyeol smoothed his hands up his arms in response. "I hope mine didn't suck."
"Mmm," Sungyeol murmured, leaning in closer, eyes half-closed and trailing over Myungsoo's face. "I think you qualify for a kiss."
"Good," Myungsoo hummed, closing the distance between them to claim his prize, head tilting automatically to press into Sungyeol's soft, yielding mouth. Sungyeol made a soft noise into the kiss, hands still cool from the night air as they trailed up his arms to rest on his shoulders. Myungsoo pressed him back to bump into the back of the couch and Sungyeol sat on it and shifted back to bring his knees up at either side of Myungsoo's body, making him drop his hands to hook behind his thighs and pull him taut against his lean body, dropping his head to kiss down over Sungyeol's neck as the other tilted his head back further.
Sungyeol started breathing faster the more Myungsoo lipped at his neck, exploring the stretch of skin and nosing his shirt collar down to trace the sharp collarbones with tongue and the lightest graze of teeth. He whined in the back of his throat when Myungsoo closed his lips around his pierced earlobe, drawing it into his mouth with a firm suck and then pulling back to map the rest of his ear piercings out, cartilage firm against his tongue. Sungyeol yelped in surprise when Myungsoo suddenly yanked his legs up around his waist tighter and pulled to lift him from the back of the couch, tightening his legs around him so as not to slip down. He carried him like that toward Sungyeol's bedroom, nudging the door open carefully with Sungyeol's back as the boy restlessly pressed kisses over his jaw, his glasses occasionally catching on Myungsoo's face awkwardly.
Myungsoo unceremoniously dropped Sungyeol onto his bed and watched him bounce, squawking.
"Geez, asshole, could you be any gentler?"
"Wow, sorry, princess," Myungsoo rolled his eyes, shoving at his chest to encourage him to lie down as he crawled onto the bed.
Sungyeol lay down obediently, still glaring at him though part of the heat in his gaze was due to his arousal. He yanked at the front of Myungsoo's shirt to get him kissing him again, tonguing into Myungsoo's mouth like it was made of candy. Myungsoo idly sucked at Sungyeol's tongue, fingers impatiently slipping under his shirt to push it up his chest, rubbing his thumbs into his skin until they found his nipples and started circling them teasingly. Sungyeol bit at his mouth, groaning lightly and arching his chest against the ministrations. He dropped his hands to start pulling Myungsoo's shirt off, dropping the hint that he wasn't wanting them to be clothed anymore. Luckily, Myungsoo was fluent in the language of his best friend's thoughts and desires, easily tugging his own shirt off and following the action with the removal of Sungyeol's shirt, throwing the thin fabric over the side of the bed.
He pulled back to run his eyes over the bare chest he'd known his whole life from locker rooms and the simple fact that sometimes Sungyeol didn't like wearing a shirt around his house, especially in the summertime. His skin looked different somehow, though, bearing qualities he'd never noticed before like the fact that it looked too pale and Myungsoo really wanted to suck at it until it was blooming pink and red all over the place, marked by his teeth like a tattoo. He looked up to catch Sungyeol looking at him in a similar manner, his gaze simmering with a feeling Myungsoo wasn't used to having directed at him from Sungyeol but was quickly starting to crave. Myungsoo dropped his eyes to their pants now, grimacing, and he started undoing those as well, eager to see the rest of Sungyeol's skin now that he was allowing himself to enjoy it like this. Sungyeol laughed out loud as he caught on and joined him in getting out of the rest of their clothes, teasing him for his impatience in a deep, thick voice that only betrayed his own anticipation.
After they were naked and spread out on their sides on the bed, facing each other, mouths connected once again as fingertips explored and teased, Myungsoo realized he was actually going through with this. He was going to fuck his best friend, more than willingly, and not just because he was horny. He touched Sungyeol like he was trying to convey this idea, trying to apologize for anything he'd done to him before, emphasizing how much he wanted this to go right this time, and Sungyeol was brilliantly receptive, making the kinds of noises Myungsoo was fairly sure he'd only ever heard in his wildest daydreams. When Sungyeol slipped his hand around Myungsoo's side to grope at his ass, Myungsoo pulled back as reality crashed down around his head and he remembered something he'd been valiantly trying to avoid thinking about.
"Wait," he murmured, getting Sungyeol to stop and open his eyes to look at him hazily. "So, er, how are we going to do this?"
"What are you talking about?" Sungyeol asked, moving his hand to rest it on his waist.
"Who is going to do the...fucking?" Myungsoo questioned gingerly, wincing a little.
Sungyeol's face fell as he got what the other meant. He pouted.
"Well, I am taller."
"But I'm manlier."
"I'm older!"
"I'm better looking."
Sungyeol slapped at his chest and Myungsoo nudged his hand away with an annoyed cluck of his tongue.
"Why don't we rock-paper-scissors for it?" Sungyeol suggested.
"That's the stupidest idea you've ever had," Myungsoo deadpanned. He hesitated. "But I guess it's only fair."
They went a round of rock-paper-scissors with a tie, fisted rocks mirroring each other, but then the second round had Myungsoo grinning in triumph as his scissored fingers clamped down over Sungyeol's flat paper hand. Sungyeol grabbed his forehead dramatically.
"Noo, wait, let's make it best two out of three."
"Nope. You lost," Myungsoo shrugged passively, pushing at his shoulder to try to roll him onto his stomach. Sungyeol rolled around again, defiantly staying on his back and crossing his arms.
"Hold on, stupid. We need the stuff."
"The what?"
"Fuck, Myungsoo, did you even bother researching gay sex after you woke up one day deciding you wanted to bang me? Go open my middle drawer."
Myungsoo raised an eyebrow but slipped off the bed, wandering over to the opposite side of the room butt-naked. He yanked the drawer open and held up a pack of condoms questioningly.
"The bottle under that, retard. Get that."
He looked down at the small white bottle laying beside the box of condoms and pulled it out. Kicking the drawer shut, he carried a condom and the bottle over to the bed and sat down on it, reading the bottle's label curiously.
"Uh, banana-flavored?"
"Bananas are great."
Myungsoo shrugged, popping the bottle open. Sungyeol shifted up the bed to lay back against the headboard, spreading his legs. He sighed.
"I'm going to have to walk you through this, aren't I?"
Five minutes later, after Myungsoo had gotten over the shock and mild disgust about where he was going to have to shove his fingers, Sungyeol rolled his head back with a grunt as he tilted his pelvis down onto Myungsoo's hand, huffing with breath.
"Add another finger," he said tightly.
Myungsoo did, watching in fascination as it made Sungyeol's eyes shut harder, feet pushing against the mattress.
"Does that even feel good?" he asked out of morbid curiosity.
"Not really," Sungyeol told him honestly. "But it will later."
He adjusted his hips again, biting the corner of his lip as he rocked in counter-rhythm to the slow, slick thrust of Myungsoo's fingers. After several more moments, he grabbed Myungsoo's shoulder.
"Okay, that should be good enough."
Myungsoo practically dove between his legs, pulling him down the mattress by his ankles and crawling up between them. Sungyeol grabbed a pillow and yanked it down under his head, exhaling loudly and folding an arm around Myungsoo's neck as he hovered over him, wide eyes staring down into Sungyeol's intense gaze. The boy nodded his head shortly, the signal that Myungsoo could dig his hips down, guiding himself with one hand until he breached Sungyeol's prepared hole. All of his breath left him in such a rush it made the room spin.
"Holy shit," he hissed, "Sungyeol."
"Yeah," Sungyeol replied, his voice strained as he nodded, "yeah, I know."
Myungsoo took his time at first, fists pressing down against the bed at either side of Sungyeol's head, sweat gathering on his skin as he rocked slowly, brow furrowed in concentration. He looked like he was wound tighter than a bow string and Sungyeol brushed a thumb up to smooth over his temple, legs hooking up over Myungsoo's waist. Myungsoo dropped his head down to kiss him deeply, just keeping his mouth there and breathing through his nose harshly as he swiveled his hips and got lost in the warmth and tightness and mind-blowingly intense pleasure. Sungyeol arched his back with a low noise, heels digging into the small of Myungsoo's back as he urged him to speed up.
Myungsoo pulled back suddenly and sat up, lifting Sungyeol's legs from his waist and resting an ankle over his shoulder. He pushed in a little harder, gritting his teeth, and Sungyeol broke out into a moan, dropping his arms and lifting his hands to grip either side of his pillow as his mouth opened wide and his eyebrows drew together and he made the most beautiful face Myungsoo had ever seen. He wanted to see him make it again, hitching Sungyeol's leg up higher and pushing at his thigh to bend it as he fucked him harder, faster, pushing Sungyeol's body up the bed minutely as Sungyeol's back arched further and the breathless noises started coming faster from his red, kiss-bruised mouth. Myungsoo grunted in response, eyes fluttering closed while everything that wasn't the feeling of Sungyeol around him left his mind blank, tension winding up in his belly and his thighs.
"Why didn't I do this sooner?" Myungsoo breathed, eyes cracking open when Sungyeol made a high-pitched, shivery sound in agreement.
Sungyeol looked absolutely wrecked under him, face and chest flushed with pleasure, eyes alternating between squeezing shut as a shiver wracked his body and slipping open to stare up at Myungsoo from behind a film of desire, pupils blown black. His hair was mussed from dragging all over his pillow, darkened with sweat, and the way he couldn't seem to close his mouth as he moaned and huffed and gawked in amazement made Myungsoo feel like some kind of sex superstar, adding an extra umph to his hard thrusts.
The look on his face, the long arch of the body beneath him, the way Sungyeol's body seemed to be actively trying to suck him in and keep him there forever and the way he felt so fucking good meant it wasn't incredibly long before Myungsoo was lowering his body, gathering Sungyeol into his arms as he kissed his neck and his mouth and shuddered with a loud groan, coming hard. He gasped for breath afterwards, hips stuttering into a halt, and after hearing the soft whine issuing from Sungyeol's lips he pushed himself onto his arms and slithered down his body, tucking three fingers into Sungyeol and taking his slick cock into his mouth, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around. Sungyeol cried out and bucked his hips into it, come sliding sticky down his throat as he swallowed and tiredly dropped to the side, pressing his sweaty forehead against Sungyeol's hip and lazily pulling at the condom to get it off and tie it up.
Sungyeol reached down to pull at his arm so he crawled back up the bed to lie next to him, resting on his side and watching as Sungyeol licked his dry lips, humming in contentment and tilting his head to rest it against Myungsoo's.
"Hope you don't do that to all your dates," Myungsoo mumbled, smirking as Sungyeol half-heartedly shoved him.
"Dick," Sungyeol laughed thickly, closing his eyes.
Myungsoo scooted closer to rest an arm over his waist, feeling very much like he needed to get up and shower or at least clean up but Sungyeol was warm against him and he was so sleepy, nuzzling Sungyeol's shoulder.
Surely resting his eyes for just five minutes wouldn't hurt.
Pairing: Myungsoo/Sungyeol
Rating: NC-17
WC: 9672
Notes: Written for a request by arashi1188. Sorry if you don't like AUs...but this is a college AU. And it's really long. And there's some drug use and lots of swearing, so, there's a warning. I can't believe I finally finished this. I hope you like it!
Myungsoo rested his head on his arm, staring morosely at the TV screen flickering dimly in front of him. He pondered the frequency of commercials about sexual enhancement drugs on late-night television, wondering whether guys felt more self-conscious about their size in the middle of the night than during the day and if the makers of the commercials knew about this and were capitalizing on their insecurity. As the man on the screen lifted a small bottle up with a huge grin and gave the camera a thumbs up and a suggestive wink, a light buzzing sound issued from somewhere in the depths of his couch. Myungsoo fished a hand out to feel around under the pile of sofa cushions, unearthing his vibrating phone and looking at the screen. He sneered at the notification flashing on the front of it and tossed the phone back down, looking back at the TV as the drama re-runs he'd been engrossed in came back from commercial break.
Not even five minutes later, his phone buzzed again and he leaned over to glare at it. Grabbing it and lifting it with a squint, he checked his messages, clicking through the notification saying he had (3) unread messages.
>> (12:30 A.M.) dumbass said: r u still mad
>> (12:47 A.M.) dumbass said: hello...
>> (12:51 A.M.) dumbass said: check ur phone twat
"Fuck off," Myungsoo grumbled at his phone, pressing down on the power button to turn it off. He settled back down into the couch, watching silently as the woman on the screen cried dramatically as her husband stormed around their house, preparing to leave her for good. "Serves her right. Cheating bitch."
-
The next day, Myungsoo was sighing quietly into his cup of coffee when someone shuffled through the door to the Starbucks. Woohyun shouldered his backpack off and set it on the booth, sliding in beside it. Myungsoo glanced up to acknowledge his presence, looking back down at the student newspaper he was reading. After ordering a caffè latte for himself, Woohyun rested his crossed arms on the table between them and regarded his friend with a raised eyebrow.
"So...guess who bitched me out all morning for saying I was hanging out with you today?"
Myungsoo grunted lightly. "He's such a drama queen."
Woohyun frowned at him and leaned back in his chair, lifting his arms to fold them behind his head.
"He's also your best friend. Who you haven't talked to in, what, three days?"
"Four," Myungsoo corrected, sipping at his coffee.
"Don't you think this whole thing is a little childish?" Woohyun grinned.
The other narrowed his eyes. "No."
"Not even a little third grade?"
"I'll throw my coffee at your face."
"Now that's childish," the older laughed, lifting his hands to accept his order as it arrived to their table. He thanked the waitress with a wink, chuckling to himself as she blushed slightly and hurried away.
"You're such a greaseball," Myungsoo observed, amused.
"I prefer to think of myself as an opportunist," Woohyun replied.
He took a quick drink and grimaced lightly at the burn on his tongue. Myungsoo went back to skimming through the article on campus activities, shutting the newspaper when he was done and sliding it to the side. He glanced at his phone to check the time.
"Let's take these with us. I want to get there before all the good seats are taken."
"God, fine," Woohyun said, making a disgusted face. "Always so goddamn punctual."
-
The west side lawn was already lined with rows and rows of lawn chairs, the first two rows full of loud students talking over one another as the whine of speakers being tested punctuated the noise. To the side of the large stage in front of the rows of chairs, several groups of people holding instruments and sitting on amplifiers and various other equipment talked amongst themselves, waiting for the sound technician to finish. Myungsoo and Woohyun wandered down the rows to snag two chairs in the center of the third row, plopping into their seats and cradling their coffee.
"Think this is gonna be as good as last year's?" Myungsoo asked idly, sipping as he surveyed the crowd.
"I hope it isn't gonna be as rigged as last year's," Woohyun replied with a smirk.
Myungsoo rolled his eyes and scanned his gaze over the bands getting ready. He grinned and pointed. "Hey, there they are. I'm gonna go say hi. Watch our seats."
Woohyun made a noise of confirmation as Myungsoo got up and made his way to the side of the stage. A boy with spiked hair looked over as he approached and started waving his arm wildly, calling out his name. Myungsoo smiled as he was pulled in under the boy's arm and practically dragged over to two other guys.
"Hey, hey, look who I found!" the boy proclaimed.
An older-looking boy with deep-set eyes and a Les Paul strapped to him and slung low on his waist smiled widely. "Myungsoo," the boy greeted him, clapping him on the shoulder. "Glad you could make it."
"Like I'd miss it," Myungsoo drawled, patting him on the back. "Come on, Sunggyu, you know me better than that."
"True," Sunggyu laughed. "Our ex-guitarist would stalk all our shows even after he ditched us heartlessly."
"This is a college Battle of the Bands event, not a real show," Myungsoo pointed out. "And you know I had to quit because of school."
"Our little scholar," the spiky-haired guy beamed, petting the back of his head. "We're so proud of you, actually trying to pass and everything."
"Geez, don't make us sound like idiots or anything, Dongwoo," the boy who'd been sitting on an amp and tuning his bass piped up.
"Yeah, me and Hoya do make an effort to study, you know. We just aren't trying to be little doctors like Myungsoo here," Sunggyu added.
"I could study if I wanted to," Dongwoo defended himself. "I just don't want to."
"Sure," Hoya smirked.
"Right," Sunggyu raised an eyebrow.
Myungsoo remained silent, regarding Dongwoo with a dubious expression on his face. Dongwoo gaped around at them, crossing his arms.
"Whatever, I bet scholars can't drum for shit anyway."
They all laughed and Myungsoo looked toward the stage as the other bands started lifting their equipment. "Oh, I think it's time for you guys to set up. I'd better get back to my seat."
"Yeah, we'll rendezvous after the show for the afterparty at my place," Sunggyu said, squeezing his arm lightly. "You guys had all better show up."
"Of course we will," Myungsoo assured him, waving goodbye as he moved out of the way and slipped back out onto the lawn.
As he approached their row, he noticed two other people were now sitting with Woohyun and chatting with him. The minute he recognized who it was, his face fell into a scowl and his steps slowed reluctantly, dragging his feet. "Shit," he mumbled to himself.
Sungjong and Sungyeol looked up as Myungsoo moved down the row to the seat Woohyun had saved with his backpack.
"Hey!" Sungjong greeted brightly from Woohyun's side. "Is it weird that you're not getting on stage with them this year?"
"Just a little," Myungsoo admitted, sitting down and carefully ignoring the eyes staring holes into his face. "I didn't know you guys were coming."
"Why wouldn't we?" Sungyeol asked lightly, the tension in his voice barely noticeable.
Myungsoo shrugged. Woohyun eyed him worriedly before turning to Sungjong to listen to the younger boy's prattling. Sungyeol kept staring past the two at Myungsoo, who was staring resolutely at the stage. After a beat of silence, Sungyeol sighed and turned to join him in watching the bands set their equipment up.
Sunggyu's band was the fourth and second-to-last to take the stage. The previous three bands had all been the same predictable, average college rock groups Myungsoo was long since used to seeing and he'd sat through them with a bored expression, feeling like it was going to take ages to get to his ex-bandmates. As soon as their three friends clambered onto the stage, however, the crowd of students burst into loud cheers of recognition. Even though their band had only been around since the previous year, they had gained enough of a cult following among their college's student populace to earn a small amount of dedicated fans and quite a few people who had at least heard of them.
"Hello, we're Infinite," Sunggyu spoke into the microphone, bowing his head a bit as the crowd whooped for him.
They took no time to launch into their first song, one that Myungsoo had had a hand in writing quite some time ago and so knew by heart, smiling as he mouthed along to the lyrics while Woohyun, Sungjong and Sungyeol sang out loud. Sunggyu stood stock still as he crooned into the microphone, Hoya roaming the stage restlessly with his bass when he wasn't singing harmony to back Sunggyu's vocals up, and Dongwoo was his normal vivacious self, banging into his drumset like he was trying to beat the shit out of it and twirling his drumsticks every so often to get the crowd even more riled up. By the time their set ended, most of the crowd was on their feet, yelling themselves hoarse. Sunggyu made a heart sign with his fingers as he followed the other two offstage and Sungjong stood up onto his chair to make one back at him with his arms above his head. Woohyun laughed and tugged at their youngest friend's shirt to get him to sit down as the last band took the stage and they calmed back down.
At the end of the last band's set, the judges gathered their notes to deliberate and they soon made the annoucement for who'd won. Myungsoo wasn't surprised when they named the last band who had performed the winners, resting a hand on Woohyun's arm to stop him when the other boy started booing loudly at the judge's table.
"Whatever, they always win," Myungsoo said, shrugging. "Like you said, it's rigged."
"It's bullshit," Sungyeol cut in, frowning. "The crowd was way louder for Infinite than for Big Bang."
Myungsoo shrugged again and Woohyun slung his arm over his shoulders. "Let's go get wasted and forget all about these asshole judges, alright?"
"Sounds great," Sungjong laughed.
The four of them stood and made off toward the parking lot where Woohyun was parked. Woohyun kept his arm around Myungsoo, walking a bit ahead of Sungjong and Sungyeol to keep out of Sungyeol's hearing range.
"You sure you want to go?" Woohyun asked lowly.
Myungsoo sighed. "I told the guys I'd go. And I guess I can't avoid him forever."
"Maybe you guys can make up and put this whole dumb thing behind you," his friend suggested.
Myungsoo drew his eyebrows together and gave a doubtful snort. Behind them, Sungyeol watched him walk, looking distraught.
-
Sunggyu, who was already a senior finishing up his last semester of college, had a decent-sized house in a nice little neighborhood just down the street from the campus. Since he was one of the few people they all hung out with who had a house of his own with no roommates, his house was often designated as the "official" party house, which meant that Myungsoo and the others were all rather intimately familiar with the place, especially the couches where they were forced to sleep if they'd had one too many drinks.
Myungsoo didn't bother knocking as he went through the unlocked front door, calling out a greeting to the boys gathered in the kitchen. Sunggyu was mixing something that was bright green in a large plastic pitcher at the counter while Hoya and Dongwoo were playing a card game at the kitchen table. He sat down at the table as Woohyun went past them to hover around Sunggyu and demand to have a taste of whatever he was making.
Sungyeol hung back a bit, watching as Myungsoo interacted with his friends. Normally, he would have immediately taken his place in the chair beside Myungsoo, leaning against his best friend's arm as he joined him in spectating the riveting game of Go Fish the bassist and drummer were engaged in. Tonight, however, he didn't think the chair beside Myungsoo was reserved for him. Sungjong took his arm and smiled softly as he led him to the couches across from the big-screen TV to distract him with cartoons until the party was well under way.
People began arriving in groups soon and an hour later found the boys, as well as the other party guests, in various states of inebriation. Myungsoo was just starting to find his buzz, cradling his sweet-tasting green drink in his hands as he tried to pay attention to the story Kwanghee was imparting unto a small crowd of onlookers. He realized he was completely lost when the story turned into a recounting of Kwanghee's latest night out at a gay bar, fairly sure the story had begun as an anecdote about Kwanghee's crazy mother. He was soon dragged away by a heavily slurring Dongwoo and he stumbled into the living room, maneuvering past a couple making out right next to the bar counter, and sat down where Dongwoo had pushed him into a chair with a classical guitar.
"Come on, play the song. You know which one," Dongwoo urged, waving his hands.
"I do?" Myungsoo asked uncertainly, plucking at a string.
"I think he means 'Can u Smile'," Sungjong giggled from his place on Youngwon's lap.
"Ohhh," he said, fingers instinctively finding their place on the neck of the guitar even though his intoxicated mind was already struggling to remember the beginning lyrics.
Sunggyu walked over to crouch beside the chair and sing along with him, following the notes of the guitar. The people who were watching the impromptu show bobbed their heads and swayed with the music, laughing collectively as Heechul imitated holding a lighter up. As he sang, Myungsoo's eyes scanned the crowd, drinking in their captivated expressions and trying to judge their enjoyment of the music. His gaze fell on Sungyeol and stayed there. His tall best friend was sitting in the middle of one of the couches, stuck in between Hyosung and Yookwon who were both swaying and making Sungyeol's body sway with theirs. Sungyeol held his gaze quietly, eyes hazy behind his glasses. When the song came to an end, Myungsoo tore his eyes away from the crowd and set the guitar down, standing up to leave the room as the crowd cheered after him. Sungyeol stood up as well with a frown, hurrying after him.
Myungsoo slipped outside into the enclosed backyard, fumbling around in his pockets. He pulled a cigarette out and lit it as the back door swung open behind him and Sungyeol slipped out, shutting the door.
"Myungsoo," he said.
Myungsoo stiffened slightly and blew smoke out as he glanced back over his shoulder.
"What?"
"God, I can't believe you're still so pissed," Sungyeol huffed.
"Go back inside."
"No."
"I don't feel like talking to you right now."
"Too fucking bad. I'm tired of you ignoring me."
"Sungyeol," Myungsoo warned, turning around and flicking his cigarette with his thumb.
"No, I don't deserve this," Sungyeol argued, eyebrows drawn together. "If you want to stop being friends or something...whatever. Just tell me, though, don't ignore me like some angry kid."
Myungsoo glared at him. "Shouldn't you be somewhere else, trying to ruin another friendship?"
"I wasn't trying-" Sungyeol pinched the bridge of his nose, attempting to reign in enough sobriety to remain calm. "Look, I'm sorry. I've already apologized a thousand times, but I'm really, really sorry. If I had known what doing that would do to our friendship...I'd take it all back. In a heartbeat. Nothing's worth losing my best friend over it."
Myungsoo shifted unsteadily on his feet, taking a long drag off his cigarette. His moved his gaze to the ground, looking away.
"I just don't get why you did it."
"Because I was fucking drunk," Sungyeol sighed. "Because I was stupid enough to think it was a good idea at the time. Because I'd been wanting to, for a really long time."
Myungsoo snapped his gaze up. "You had?"
"Yeah, not that you'd ever noticed," Sungyeol grinned wryly.
He suddenly felt even drunker, confusion clouding his senses. How could he have never noticed something like that? He wondered how long Sungyeol had been harboring this secret. They had been friends since they were little kids, telling each other everything under the sun, but Sungyeol couldn't tell him about this? Myungsoo made a face, spitting into the grass as he stubbed his cigarette out and tossed it away.
"Are you," Sungyeol started slowly, "like, homophobic or some shit? 'Cause I never thought you were."
"No," Myungsoo shook his head. He shrugged. "I mean, I don't really care. What's other people's business is other people's business."
"Then...?"
Myungsoo grimaced again. "Look, you try getting drunk at a party and having your best friend randomly try to shove his tongue down your throat." He paused. "Wait, nevermind, I guess you'd enjoy that."
"It's not like I'm ever gonna do it again," Sungyeol frowned.
Myungsoo carded a hand through his hair, sighing. "Look, I just need a little more processing time. I still feel pretty fucking weird around you, not gonna lie."
"But you still want to be friends?" Sungyeol asked hopefully.
Myungsoo looked up at him, nodding. "You've been my best friend forever. I'm not gonna just throw you away like that."
"God, Myungsoo," Sungyeol breathed, taking a step forward and extending his arms. He frowned again as Myungsoo took an automatic step back in reaction.
"Sorry, it's just...," he trailed off, looking a little guilty.
Sungyeol took a breath and shook his head. "Nah, I understand. Don't worry about it."
Myungsoo nodded and shoved his hands into his pockets, suddenly feeling antsy. "You want to get back to the party?"
"Sure."
Sungyeol moved aside as Myungsoo moved past him to open the door and walk back inside. He stayed outside for a moment, taking a deep breath of the cool night air as he rocked on his feet and stared up at the stars. Smiling to himself, he turned to rejoin the party feeling lighter than he had in days.
-
Myungsoo tried not to groan out loud into his Biology textbook. He was nursing a hangover in his 10:00 A.M. class, hoping his professor wouldn't try to embarrass him by asking him about the sunglasses he was wearing indoors. Beside him, Woohyun was looking only slightly better, squinting his bloodshot eyes at the chalkboard and cursing the professor's tiny, barely legible handwriting under his breath, making Myungsoo grin crookedly against his notes.
"Fuck, I am so getting a double shot at Starbucks after this shit," Woohyun stage-whispered.
Myungsoo grumbled in agreement, lifting his head to look at the clock and gauge how much time they had left before the end of class. He noted they still had a half an hour left, dropping his head again with a low moan as Woohyun started hissing, "What the hell number is that? Is that a five or a six?"
Luckily, their Biology professor let them go five minutes early. Woohyun dragged Myungsoo out of his seat to nudge him toward the auditorium's steps, pushing him every so often as Myungsoo's feet threatened to send him flying down the stairs, stumbling all over himself.
In Starbucks, they finally started returning to their regular selves, eagerly downing their coffees.
"What's on the agenda for today, captain?" Myungsoo smirked.
"Oh, I'm hitting the gym with Hoya later," Woohyun said. He ran his fingers along the edge of the table, looking over at him uncertainly. "Are you still pretending Sungyeol doesn't exist?"
Myungsoo's lips quirked. "Nah, we're alright now."
"You should hang out with him," Woohyun prompted.
"I guess I could give him a call," Myungsoo shrugged, stirring his spoon in his coffee slowly and watching the marshmallows spin.
After he and Woohyun parted ways outside of the Starbucks, Myungsoo pulled his phone out to call Sungyeol.
"Yeah?" Sungyeol answered.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Myungsoo asked, pulling a cigarette out.
"Nothing. My roommate's out, though, so you should come over if you want."
"I'll be there soon," Myungsoo told him, hanging up and pocketing his phone as he lit the cigarette and started the walk to Sungyeol's apartment.
-
Myungsoo watched the stars and planets revolving slowly around Sungyeol's dark room. The shapes were being projected from the small device on Sungyeol's bedside table, making soft whirring noises as the gears turned and the color-changing lights shined through the cut-outs of stars and planets and turned around in circles, casting the multi-colored images out around the otherwise pitch-black room.
The other boy stirred beside him on the bed where he lay with his feet facing the opposite direction of Myungsoo's, body shifted down the bed so that his head was positioned next to his. Sungyeol turned towards him and lifted his arm over their heads, offering the joint in his hand. Myungsoo took it from him and brought it down to his lips, inhaling and holding the smoke in as he continued watching the shapes drifting across the walls. He breathed out and brought his hand to rest on his chest.
"Yeol."
Sungyeol tilted his head towards his. "Hmm?"
Myungsoo contemplated his question, waving the hand with the joint stuck in between his fingers.
"How did you know you were gay?"
"What?" Sungyeol asked, turning his head further. "I'm not gay."
"Or whatever you are. How did you know you wanted to...kiss me or whatever."
"Because I thought about you a lot. About how you look. And I really like being around you, with you."
Myungsoo hummed. "But friends think about each other a lot. And they just like being around each other. That's not special."
"It's different than it is with other people, though."
"How?" he asked, curiosity piqued.
"Like, you know," Sungyeol murmured. "Take Sungjong for example. I wouldn't ever want to kiss him like that because I like him but I don't like him. And I don't think about him like that."
"Like what?"
"Like...I don't know, sexy."
Myungsoo smirked and tilted his head to look at Sungyeol's face in the dark.
"You think I'm sexy?"
"I mean, like...ugh," Sungyeol sighed, snatching the joint away from Myungsoo and taking a hit. His voice was thick from it when he started talking again, smoke spilling out. "It's like the difference between having a crush on someone and just thinking someone is cool. You have a crush because you want something more than just talking and hanging out. You see them differently."
Myungsoo furrowed his brow. "So you do like like me. It's not just some sex thing."
Sungyeol laughed shortly. "No, it's not just some sex thing."
"You don't wanna fuck me?" Myungsoo asked, tilting his head again to look at him.
"What the hell, Myungsoo?" Sungyeol laughed again, looking back at him. "You're so stoned right now."
He grinned. "Yeah, I am."
Sungyeol shook his head, smiling, and passed the joint back to him. "Kill it."
Myungsoo took it and sucked hard, stubbing the tiny roach out on the bedside table.
-
When he opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was that the room looked red. The walls were red, the ceiling was red, and even the lighting in the room was tinged with red. He turned his head and noticed that his senses seemed as if they'd been turned on max volume. The feel of the fabric of his pillow beneath his cheek was so soft it felt like he could feel every single silky thread dragging across his face. When he inhaled, the smell of the room hit him like a ton of bricks. He recognized the scent almost immediately even though he hadn't smelled it in quite some time.
The entire room reeked of sex.
Lifting his head slightly, Myungsoo opened his eyes again, looking around more properly. He jumped when he realized there was a lump under the bedsheets where his legs were. Eyes widening in alarm, he watched as the lump straightened out slightly and suddenly he could feel something wet moving over his leg, up one calf and then higher over his knee and his thigh. He realized it was a tongue, tracing lightly over his flesh and drawing goosebumps where breath was hitting the wet spots of his skin.
The lump of the person under the covers moved up and Myungsoo dropped his head back with a low groan as they started mouthing over his stomach up to his chest. Lips encircled one of his nipples and gave a soft suck, tongue flicking out to smooth over it as hands smoothed over his sides lightly. He lifted his hand to rest over the covered head, keeping it close to his body as the mouth started moving back down his stomach. Myungsoo's eyes squeezed shut and he started panting when the tongue found its way to his bare cock, smoothing up the underside to play about the head.
His senses were on overdrive now, every swipe of that tongue feeling ten times as intense, drawing his hips up into shallow thrusts as his fingers trembled where they still guided the head through the sheets. His eyes were shut so tight it was giving him a slight headache, jaw clenching, chest heaving with breath, and when the mouth finally closed around him to give a slow, soft suck, Myungsoo dropped his tense jaw open to moan in approval, head digging back into the pillow as his back arched and his feet pressed into the mattress.
As the mouth around him started sucking in earnest, lips slipping up and down in a tight ring, tongue pressing his cock up against the roof of the mouth, Myungsoo realized he was going to lose it much sooner than he was hoping, hips already trembling slightly in the secure hold of two strong hands. "Fuck," he breathed softly, biting down on his lower lip to hold the noises his throat was trying to force out of him back. All too soon, Myungsoo turned his face to press into the pillow as his hands gripped the back of the blanketed head to hold it in place as his cock trembled through the longest orgasm he could ever remember having, coming endlessly into the warmth of that tight mouth. He panted as he slowly came back down, fingers unclenching and hands dropping to his sides, legs sliding down to straighten out on the bed again.
The lump moved slowly to one side and then slipped up the bed toward the top of the sheets. Myungsoo turned his head, eyes cracking open as the person who had just given him the blowjob of his life popped their head out from under the covers. Messy, wavy dark auburn hair was pushed back out of a sweaty pale face, his bed partner turning to regard him with a sleazy grin.
"Wow, you really enjoyed that, huh?"
Myungsoo blinked slowly. "Sungyeol...?"
He shot up in bed, eyes huge, panting with breath. Myungsoo looked around and recognized his own room, looking just as normal as it always did. He was alone, no telltale lump of a body under the sheets. His head dropped back down against his cool pillow, hand coming up to rest over his face as he realized he'd just been dreaming. Shifting under the sheets, he made a face when he felt the sticky, damp drag of his sheets against his wet crotch.
He wondered what exactly one usually did upon waking to discover they'd just had a wet dream about their best friend.
-
Lunch the following day was rather awkward for Myungsoo.
Sure, Woohyun and Sungjong were fighting over the last of the chips as usual, Sungyeol was complaining about the taste of the macaroni salad as usual and Sunggyu was crunching into his sandwich that he'd filled with croutons from the salad bar so loudly it was a constant background noise as usual, but the way Sungyeol sucking on his straw kept reminding Myungsoo of Sungyeol sucking on other things in his dream was most definitely not what he was used to.
Sungyeol glanced up and frowned when he caught Myungsoo gawking at him with a half-disgusted, half-intrigued expression for the millionth time, setting his fork down.
"Do I have something on my face or what?" he demanded.
Myungsoo blinked, snapping out of it. "What?"
"You keep staring. It's weird."
"No I'm not. Shut up."
"Are too."
"Nope."
"Guys," Sunggyu started, waving a hand in the air between them.
Myungsoo sat back in his chair, looking off to watch as a guy at another table tried to pour ketchup into his friend's drink without him noticing. Sungyeol pouted and looked down at his macaroni salad, poking at it and murmuring something about too much mayonnaise.
Afterwards, they all split up to go to class or back home and Sungyeol followed Myungsoo back to his apartment complex.
"What was all that about?" he asked as they walked through the entryway.
Myungsoo looked back at him and then slid his gaze to the small kitchen where his roommate Jaehyo was making ramen for himself.
"Come on," he said, grabbing Sungyeol's arm and pulling him to his bedroom.
He shut the door behind them and Sungyeol plopped onto the bed, looking up at him with a scrunched brow.
Myungsoo ran a hand through his hair, turning toward him slowly.
"Was there anything weird in that pot we smoked last night?" he asked.
Sungyeol raised an eyebrow. "No. It was what I always get."
"So it's not supposed to like...give you weird dreams or anything?"
"Uhh, no? Why, did you have nightmares?"
Myungsoo sat down at the foot of the bed, staring at his feet. "Something like that."
"What about?" Sungyeol asked, kicking his shoes off and sliding up to rest back against the headboard, crossing his legs on the bed.
"I can't tell you," Myungsoo frowned.
Sungyeol snorted. "Can't tell me? Since when has there ever been anything you can't tell me?"
"Since now."
"Come on, now I have to know. Tell me what it was," Sungyeol insisted, grinning. "Was it really fucked up?"
"God, you have no idea," Myungsoo sighed. He shook his head. "Still don't want to tell you."
"Myungsoo," Sungyeol whined, leaning forward to shake his shoulder. "Come onnn."
The other cringed and shook him off, looking away. Chewing on his lip, he lowered his gaze and mumbled something. Sungyeol leaned further, complaining that he couldn't hear him. Myungsoo snapped his head around, glaring.
"I said you sucked me off."
Sungyeol froze up, eyes wide, staring back at him. He slowly leaned back against the headboard again.
"Like, a real blowjob?"
"Like a real blowjob."
Sungyeol sucked his lower lip into his mouth thoughtfully.
"Did you like it?"
He huffed a laugh. "Of course I fucking liked it, stupid."
Sungyeol stayed quiet for a moment, long enough for Myungsoo to get embarrassed and put his head down into his hands with a quiet groan. Sungyeol crawled over to pat his back.
"Don't worry, dreams aren't supposed to make sense. I had a dream that I fucked my fat, ugly cousin one time."
Myungsoo looked up. "What? Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
Sungyeol shrugged at him.
He rubbed at his face. "God, what is wrong with me?"
"Just forget about it. It's not like you want that in real life, anyway." Sungyeol paused. "Right?"
"Uhh, why the hell would I want that?" Myungsoo asked, eyes widening.
His best friend laughed and shrugged again. "Just checking, buddy."
"Would you do that?" he asked, surprised.
Sungyeol grinned. "Well, yeah."
"You're so weird," Myungsoo sighed.
"You're the one dreaming about me doing it!"
"At least it's just a dream!"
The taller picked the pillow up off of his bed and threw it at him. "Just keep acting like a dick, we'll see who ends up getting blown."
-
Myungsoo's eyes scanned the program playing on the big screen TV in Sunggyu's living room, fingers picking restlessly at a stray thread sticking out of the couch arm. His mind was not on the newest episode of his favorite drama. Instead, it was running through a multitude of situations he was fairly sure he shouldn't have been thinking about at all.
Sungyeol would have given him a blowjob. Right there, in his room, he would have pulled Myungsoo's pants off and gone down on him like there wasn't enough dick in the world to satisfy his hunger.
He rolled his head from one side to the other on his shoulders, shrugging them up to brush against his ears, looking off to the side toward the bathroom door. Would Sungyeol blow him in a bathroom? Would he pull him into a stall and do it there, or would he just push him against the wall and drop to his knees to let anyone needing to take a piss at the wrong time wander in to find them?
He turned his head to look around the bar to the kitchen and wondered if Sungyeol would ever touch him in public, at one of their parties, while everyone was too trashed to pay attention or care. He tried to imagine stripping their clothes off, having Sungyeol jack him off, pull him into his mouth or let himself be pushed into the kitchen table to sit him down on it and fuck him where everyone could watch, cheering them on or pulling their phones out to get it on video and upload it onto the internet later, where it would eventually wind up on amateur gay porn sites.
Myungsoo shut his eyes, rubbing them with his fingertips hard enough to sting. He resolved to stop obsessing about Sungyeol.
Ten minutes later, standing in Sunggyu's backyard with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he contemplated a plush chair sitting in a corner of the yard with a perfect view of the night sky, trying to figure out what the mechanics of having drunken sex on it would be like. Inhaling sharply, he choked on smoke, coughing hard and pounding on his chest as he cursed loudly.
-
"So I keep having these gay thoughts about Sungyeol." Myungsoo rubbed his temples with his fingertips. "I don't know why, they all started with that damned blowjob dream, but I've never even thought about guys like that before. And I still think about girls and everything. It's not like I just randomly became gay. But...I can't stop myself. He just won't get out of my head. It's driving me crazy." He sighed. "I just keep wondering what it'd be like to do stuff. If I'd like it, and want to do it again. Or wanting to know how much he'd like it. I can't do this anymore, I need help or a lobotomy or something."
Woohyun stared back at him flatly, coffee starting to get cool as the whipped cream slowly sunk into its murky depths.
"Dude, not that I don't appreciate you thinking you could rely on me for advice or whatever, but what the hell gave you the impression that I needed to know any of this?"
"I didn't know who else to talk to, okay?" Myungsoo snapped. "It's not like I can go ask Sungyeol about it."
"Why not?" Woohyun asked. "Hell, I'm sure he'd be more than happy to help you get your sexual frustrations about him out of your system."
"I can't just use him, he's my best friend."
"Then he should help you understand what you're feeling like a good best friend."
"I don't think that's how it works."
Woohyun lifted his coffee cup to his lips, shrugging.
"Just go over to his place and try to make out with him. I guarantee he'll kiss back."
Myungsoo resisted the urge to slam his head down onto the table.
-
Sungyeol's front door had never looked so intimidating before, Myungsoo was positive. He lifted a hand to knock, hesitated, sighed loudly and brought his fist down three times, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Sungyeol answered the door with wet hair, evidently just having showered. Myungsoo tried his hardest not to let his thoughts play around with that mental image too much as he slipped inside and shrugged out of his jacket.
"Is your roommate home?" he asked reflexively.
The other boy shook his head, scratching the back of his neck and padding toward the living room. "He went home for the weekend."
Myungsoo nodded, filing the confirmation that they were alone in the apartment away into the back of his mind as he followed him to the couch. He sat down next to Sungyeol as he pulled his legs up onto the couch, bare toes wiggling, turning the volume up on the TV just a bit and leaning onto the arm of the couch. Myungsoo spread his legs and leaned back, resting his arm over the back of the couch and Sungyeol's shoulders, noticing the way the other moved back against it minutely as he got comfortable.
"What did you do today?" Myungsoo asked, shifting a tiny bit closer.
"Not much," Sungyeol responded, eyes glued to the TV. "We had a peer review thing in my acting class. The dumb girl I got paired with didn't share my sense of humor and she gave me a bad grade."
"Screw her. You deserve an A," Myungsoo smirked, rubbing his shoulder.
Sungyeol laughed and leaned into him, finally looking away from the TV and at him. "I was pretty awesome."
"I'd have given you an A," he assured him, smiling.
The bespectacled boy nodded, eyes flicking down to his lips briefly. Myungsoo caught it and automatically ran his tongue over his lips self-consciously, making Sungyeol flick his gaze up to him.
"Something's off about you tonight," he noted.
"Really?" Myungsoo feigned innocence.
"Yeah, are you drunk?"
"No."
"Hmm." Sungyeol pursed his lips contemplatively, narrowing his eyes.
Myungsoo laughed and leaned forward to press his lips lightly to the other's pucker, causing Sungyeol to draw back quickly with an alarmed expression.
"What the hell was that?!"
He shrugged. "Just wanted to."
Sungyeol looked shocked for a second, just staring at him, but then his gaze grew hazy and he hesitantly leaned forward, pressing his lips to Myungsoo's again. Myungsoo shut his eyes and pressed back into it, inhaling through his nose. They stayed like that for a moment before Sungyeol parted his lips and Myungsoo tilted his head to fit his lower lip between them, mouths brushing lightly against each other. Sungyeol lifted his hand to Myungsoo's shoulder and tilted his head the other way, opening his mouth further to coax Myungsoo into kissing him deeper, fingers curling into his T-shirt. With a soft noise of approval, Myungsoo brushed his tongue into Sungyeol's mouth, leaning into him so that Sungyeol was pressed back into the couch.
It wasn't long before they were both panting into each other's mouths, Sungyeol's arms wrapped around Myungsoo's shoulders while his were wrapped around Sungyeol's waist, pulling his body close and pressing forward so that they slid down the couch to lay down, Myungsoo slotting his body over his and bending down as he brushed his lips over Sungyeol's neck. The boy shivered, leaning his head back to give him better access, fingers running through his hair. Myungsoo rolled his hips down and groaned lightly when he felt Sungyeol's hard length pressing insistently into his hip. He lifted his head to breathe against Sungyeol's mouth, opening his eyes.
"Still want to suck me off?" he asked, voice rumbling low in his chest.
Sungyeol opened his eyes, looking confused. After a beat of silence, his look darkened, hands pushing insistently against Myungsoo's chest.
"Get off, get off, you asshole," he bit out, jaw clenched.
Myungsoo's head reeled as he was pushed away, arms reaching out to the other. "Yeol-"
"Do I look like some kind of science experiment to you?" Sungyeol demanded angrily, sitting up. His hair was mussed and his glasses were askew. Myungsoo tried not to find it endearing.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, still wound up from desire but now also frustrated.
"If you're just here to try to get a blowjob or something, you can fuck off and go find some dumb chick to do that for you," Sungyeol snapped, standing up and fixing his clothes.
"I don't get you. I thought you wanted me."
"I do, asshole. But I want you to want me back because it's me, not just because I'm willing to fuck you."
Myungsoo's brow furrowed in more confusion. "I do want you. Do you really think I'd be doing this if I didn't?"
"You don't want me, you want to fuck around and see how that works for you," Sungyeol grumbled, walking toward the door.
"What's the big deal?" Myungsoo asked agitatedly. "I get what I want, you get what you've been wanting forever, everyone's happy, right?"
"This is not what I want," Sungyeol frowned. He yanked the front door open, extending his arm. "Get out."
Myungsoo stared at him in disbelief. He stood up and adjusted himself, storming over to him and through the door. He turned around to say something and jumped back when the door was slammed in his face, the lock turning audibly a second later.
He knocked his forehead against the door, eyes shut, cursing under his breath and vowing never to accept advice from Woohyun again.
-
Sungyeol avoided him for the most part of the next week. Myungsoo couldn't help but feel like it was karma for ignoring Sungyeol for so long after the accidental drunken kiss. He found the tables turned as he waited around outside of Sungyeol's classrooms, always hoping to catch him as he was leaving but slowly coming to realize that the boy wasn't attending any of his classes. He dropped by his apartment every so often but found that his knocks always either went unanswered or the door flew open to Hyungshik's unamused face, eyes narrowed knowingly as he claimed his roommate wasn't home.
Even when he was out with their friends, it seemed that he never caught them when Sungyeol was with them, and the whole time he was there he felt like Woohyun was the only one really talking to him while four other pairs of eyes only glanced at him to send him annoyed, judging looks.
By the end of the week, Myungsoo was convinced that the whole world hated him. The more he thought about that night in Sungyeol's apartment, the more he felt inclined to agree with them. Had he really thought trying to use his best friend's feelings for him to get his own sexual frustration about him out of his system was a good idea? He hardly blamed Sungyeol anymore for kicking him out, feeling more and more like the scum of the earth the more time passed without his best friend's constant presence.
He wanted Sungyeol back. Not because he wanted to sleep with him, but just because he needed his friend back. He needed Sungyeol's running commentary while they watched crappy horror flicks and his horrible taste in road music as he abused Myungsoo's car's radio. He needed Sungyeol's interference when his dry sarcasm wasn't being intercepted by whoever he was speaking to in a way that wouldn't degenerate into squabbling.
Myungsoo needed Sungyeol, more than he'd ever realized before. It had just taken him a tad bit too long to discover this.
-
On a sunny Thursday afternoon, Myungsoo was wandering down the street as he left Starbucks, making sure not to step on the cracks in the sidewalk, when he glanced up and saw a familiar face turning the corner ahead of him. He immediately broke into a jog to catch up but slowed down just enough to remain unnoticed as he followed Sungyeol down the street toward his apartment complex. Once he was there, Myungsoo crept up on him while Sungyeol was fiddling with his key to open the door, waiting until he was pushing it open to slide up and make himself known, hurriedly shoving his way into the apartment as Sungyeol squawked and got pushed in along with him.
"What the fuck, Myungsoo?" Sungyeol cried, dropping his backpack in the entryway.
"Do you know how hard I've been looking for you everywhere the past week?" Myungsoo grumbled, shrugging his own bag off his shoulder and setting it on the counter.
"I've been avoiding you," the taller boy informed him.
"No shit, Sherlock."
"You deserved it."
"I know."
Sungyeol thinned his lips, turning away. "You still do."
"I know," Myungsoo sighed, "I know. I'm sorry, Yeol. I was a complete idiot, and an ass, and I should have treated you with respect like friends do but I let myself get carried away."
"I never expected that from you, of all people," Sungyeol frowned at the floor.
"You shouldn't have had to." Myungsoo moved forward into his line of sight, trying to catch his eye. "Look, I think I figured out what I should have done in the first place instead of coming over that night."
Sungyeol looked up, wary. "What's that?"
Myungsoo shifted nervously on his feet, rubbing his own arm. "Asked you out? Like...on a date?"
Sungyeol raised an eyebrow. "You're asking me out?"
"If you want to. It's up to you," the other offered, shrugging one shoulder and trying not to look too eager.
The taller walked around him, pouting in contemplation. "I don't know. Something tells me that a date with Kim Myungsoo would be cheap and boring."
"You're cheap and boring," Myungsoo said, faking offense.
"Is that any way to talk to your prospective date?" Sungyeol grinned.
"I'll talk to him however I want to."
Sungyeol shrugged. "Alright, fine. But it can't be cheap. Or boring."
-
Sungyeol kicked the door open as he walked back into his apartment, flushed and happy, still on the same high he'd been on throughout their entire date. He stretched his arms overhead and chuckled to himself as Myungsoo followed him into the room, nudging his shoes off and watching his best friend spin around in a circle with a slow, subtle grin.
"Not cheap or boring!" Sungyeol said approvingly, giving him a thumbs up.
"Yeah, thanks for ordering the most expensive plate on the menu," Myungsoo drawled, trying to look unamused though his quirked lips were giving him away.
"I had to test you," the taller explained carefully, "to make sure you were the real thing."
"And am I the real thing?" Myungsoo questioned as he shrugged his jacket off and set it on the table.
"You passed," Sungyeol nodded in confirmation, resting his butt against the back of the couch and grinning at him.
"What do you usually do at the ends of your dates?" Myungsoo asked, edging closer to him.
"Well, if it sucks, I tell them so and kick them out saying I hope I never see their ugly face again," Sungyeol smirked, stepping forward slowly. "If I had a good time, I might let them get away with a goodnight kiss."
"Oh really?" the younger asked, bringing his hands up to rest on Sungyeol's waist. He smirked as Sungyeol smoothed his hands up his arms in response. "I hope mine didn't suck."
"Mmm," Sungyeol murmured, leaning in closer, eyes half-closed and trailing over Myungsoo's face. "I think you qualify for a kiss."
"Good," Myungsoo hummed, closing the distance between them to claim his prize, head tilting automatically to press into Sungyeol's soft, yielding mouth. Sungyeol made a soft noise into the kiss, hands still cool from the night air as they trailed up his arms to rest on his shoulders. Myungsoo pressed him back to bump into the back of the couch and Sungyeol sat on it and shifted back to bring his knees up at either side of Myungsoo's body, making him drop his hands to hook behind his thighs and pull him taut against his lean body, dropping his head to kiss down over Sungyeol's neck as the other tilted his head back further.
Sungyeol started breathing faster the more Myungsoo lipped at his neck, exploring the stretch of skin and nosing his shirt collar down to trace the sharp collarbones with tongue and the lightest graze of teeth. He whined in the back of his throat when Myungsoo closed his lips around his pierced earlobe, drawing it into his mouth with a firm suck and then pulling back to map the rest of his ear piercings out, cartilage firm against his tongue. Sungyeol yelped in surprise when Myungsoo suddenly yanked his legs up around his waist tighter and pulled to lift him from the back of the couch, tightening his legs around him so as not to slip down. He carried him like that toward Sungyeol's bedroom, nudging the door open carefully with Sungyeol's back as the boy restlessly pressed kisses over his jaw, his glasses occasionally catching on Myungsoo's face awkwardly.
Myungsoo unceremoniously dropped Sungyeol onto his bed and watched him bounce, squawking.
"Geez, asshole, could you be any gentler?"
"Wow, sorry, princess," Myungsoo rolled his eyes, shoving at his chest to encourage him to lie down as he crawled onto the bed.
Sungyeol lay down obediently, still glaring at him though part of the heat in his gaze was due to his arousal. He yanked at the front of Myungsoo's shirt to get him kissing him again, tonguing into Myungsoo's mouth like it was made of candy. Myungsoo idly sucked at Sungyeol's tongue, fingers impatiently slipping under his shirt to push it up his chest, rubbing his thumbs into his skin until they found his nipples and started circling them teasingly. Sungyeol bit at his mouth, groaning lightly and arching his chest against the ministrations. He dropped his hands to start pulling Myungsoo's shirt off, dropping the hint that he wasn't wanting them to be clothed anymore. Luckily, Myungsoo was fluent in the language of his best friend's thoughts and desires, easily tugging his own shirt off and following the action with the removal of Sungyeol's shirt, throwing the thin fabric over the side of the bed.
He pulled back to run his eyes over the bare chest he'd known his whole life from locker rooms and the simple fact that sometimes Sungyeol didn't like wearing a shirt around his house, especially in the summertime. His skin looked different somehow, though, bearing qualities he'd never noticed before like the fact that it looked too pale and Myungsoo really wanted to suck at it until it was blooming pink and red all over the place, marked by his teeth like a tattoo. He looked up to catch Sungyeol looking at him in a similar manner, his gaze simmering with a feeling Myungsoo wasn't used to having directed at him from Sungyeol but was quickly starting to crave. Myungsoo dropped his eyes to their pants now, grimacing, and he started undoing those as well, eager to see the rest of Sungyeol's skin now that he was allowing himself to enjoy it like this. Sungyeol laughed out loud as he caught on and joined him in getting out of the rest of their clothes, teasing him for his impatience in a deep, thick voice that only betrayed his own anticipation.
After they were naked and spread out on their sides on the bed, facing each other, mouths connected once again as fingertips explored and teased, Myungsoo realized he was actually going through with this. He was going to fuck his best friend, more than willingly, and not just because he was horny. He touched Sungyeol like he was trying to convey this idea, trying to apologize for anything he'd done to him before, emphasizing how much he wanted this to go right this time, and Sungyeol was brilliantly receptive, making the kinds of noises Myungsoo was fairly sure he'd only ever heard in his wildest daydreams. When Sungyeol slipped his hand around Myungsoo's side to grope at his ass, Myungsoo pulled back as reality crashed down around his head and he remembered something he'd been valiantly trying to avoid thinking about.
"Wait," he murmured, getting Sungyeol to stop and open his eyes to look at him hazily. "So, er, how are we going to do this?"
"What are you talking about?" Sungyeol asked, moving his hand to rest it on his waist.
"Who is going to do the...fucking?" Myungsoo questioned gingerly, wincing a little.
Sungyeol's face fell as he got what the other meant. He pouted.
"Well, I am taller."
"But I'm manlier."
"I'm older!"
"I'm better looking."
Sungyeol slapped at his chest and Myungsoo nudged his hand away with an annoyed cluck of his tongue.
"Why don't we rock-paper-scissors for it?" Sungyeol suggested.
"That's the stupidest idea you've ever had," Myungsoo deadpanned. He hesitated. "But I guess it's only fair."
They went a round of rock-paper-scissors with a tie, fisted rocks mirroring each other, but then the second round had Myungsoo grinning in triumph as his scissored fingers clamped down over Sungyeol's flat paper hand. Sungyeol grabbed his forehead dramatically.
"Noo, wait, let's make it best two out of three."
"Nope. You lost," Myungsoo shrugged passively, pushing at his shoulder to try to roll him onto his stomach. Sungyeol rolled around again, defiantly staying on his back and crossing his arms.
"Hold on, stupid. We need the stuff."
"The what?"
"Fuck, Myungsoo, did you even bother researching gay sex after you woke up one day deciding you wanted to bang me? Go open my middle drawer."
Myungsoo raised an eyebrow but slipped off the bed, wandering over to the opposite side of the room butt-naked. He yanked the drawer open and held up a pack of condoms questioningly.
"The bottle under that, retard. Get that."
He looked down at the small white bottle laying beside the box of condoms and pulled it out. Kicking the drawer shut, he carried a condom and the bottle over to the bed and sat down on it, reading the bottle's label curiously.
"Uh, banana-flavored?"
"Bananas are great."
Myungsoo shrugged, popping the bottle open. Sungyeol shifted up the bed to lay back against the headboard, spreading his legs. He sighed.
"I'm going to have to walk you through this, aren't I?"
Five minutes later, after Myungsoo had gotten over the shock and mild disgust about where he was going to have to shove his fingers, Sungyeol rolled his head back with a grunt as he tilted his pelvis down onto Myungsoo's hand, huffing with breath.
"Add another finger," he said tightly.
Myungsoo did, watching in fascination as it made Sungyeol's eyes shut harder, feet pushing against the mattress.
"Does that even feel good?" he asked out of morbid curiosity.
"Not really," Sungyeol told him honestly. "But it will later."
He adjusted his hips again, biting the corner of his lip as he rocked in counter-rhythm to the slow, slick thrust of Myungsoo's fingers. After several more moments, he grabbed Myungsoo's shoulder.
"Okay, that should be good enough."
Myungsoo practically dove between his legs, pulling him down the mattress by his ankles and crawling up between them. Sungyeol grabbed a pillow and yanked it down under his head, exhaling loudly and folding an arm around Myungsoo's neck as he hovered over him, wide eyes staring down into Sungyeol's intense gaze. The boy nodded his head shortly, the signal that Myungsoo could dig his hips down, guiding himself with one hand until he breached Sungyeol's prepared hole. All of his breath left him in such a rush it made the room spin.
"Holy shit," he hissed, "Sungyeol."
"Yeah," Sungyeol replied, his voice strained as he nodded, "yeah, I know."
Myungsoo took his time at first, fists pressing down against the bed at either side of Sungyeol's head, sweat gathering on his skin as he rocked slowly, brow furrowed in concentration. He looked like he was wound tighter than a bow string and Sungyeol brushed a thumb up to smooth over his temple, legs hooking up over Myungsoo's waist. Myungsoo dropped his head down to kiss him deeply, just keeping his mouth there and breathing through his nose harshly as he swiveled his hips and got lost in the warmth and tightness and mind-blowingly intense pleasure. Sungyeol arched his back with a low noise, heels digging into the small of Myungsoo's back as he urged him to speed up.
Myungsoo pulled back suddenly and sat up, lifting Sungyeol's legs from his waist and resting an ankle over his shoulder. He pushed in a little harder, gritting his teeth, and Sungyeol broke out into a moan, dropping his arms and lifting his hands to grip either side of his pillow as his mouth opened wide and his eyebrows drew together and he made the most beautiful face Myungsoo had ever seen. He wanted to see him make it again, hitching Sungyeol's leg up higher and pushing at his thigh to bend it as he fucked him harder, faster, pushing Sungyeol's body up the bed minutely as Sungyeol's back arched further and the breathless noises started coming faster from his red, kiss-bruised mouth. Myungsoo grunted in response, eyes fluttering closed while everything that wasn't the feeling of Sungyeol around him left his mind blank, tension winding up in his belly and his thighs.
"Why didn't I do this sooner?" Myungsoo breathed, eyes cracking open when Sungyeol made a high-pitched, shivery sound in agreement.
Sungyeol looked absolutely wrecked under him, face and chest flushed with pleasure, eyes alternating between squeezing shut as a shiver wracked his body and slipping open to stare up at Myungsoo from behind a film of desire, pupils blown black. His hair was mussed from dragging all over his pillow, darkened with sweat, and the way he couldn't seem to close his mouth as he moaned and huffed and gawked in amazement made Myungsoo feel like some kind of sex superstar, adding an extra umph to his hard thrusts.
The look on his face, the long arch of the body beneath him, the way Sungyeol's body seemed to be actively trying to suck him in and keep him there forever and the way he felt so fucking good meant it wasn't incredibly long before Myungsoo was lowering his body, gathering Sungyeol into his arms as he kissed his neck and his mouth and shuddered with a loud groan, coming hard. He gasped for breath afterwards, hips stuttering into a halt, and after hearing the soft whine issuing from Sungyeol's lips he pushed himself onto his arms and slithered down his body, tucking three fingers into Sungyeol and taking his slick cock into his mouth, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around. Sungyeol cried out and bucked his hips into it, come sliding sticky down his throat as he swallowed and tiredly dropped to the side, pressing his sweaty forehead against Sungyeol's hip and lazily pulling at the condom to get it off and tie it up.
Sungyeol reached down to pull at his arm so he crawled back up the bed to lie next to him, resting on his side and watching as Sungyeol licked his dry lips, humming in contentment and tilting his head to rest it against Myungsoo's.
"Hope you don't do that to all your dates," Myungsoo mumbled, smirking as Sungyeol half-heartedly shoved him.
"Dick," Sungyeol laughed thickly, closing his eyes.
Myungsoo scooted closer to rest an arm over his waist, feeling very much like he needed to get up and shower or at least clean up but Sungyeol was warm against him and he was so sleepy, nuzzling Sungyeol's shoulder.
Surely resting his eyes for just five minutes wouldn't hurt.