[17: jeongwoo] wiped out!
jeonghan/wonwoo; 4200 w; rated nc17
jeonghan sucks wonwoo's dick in a gas station parking lot.
TO: Wonwoo
FROM: Jeonghan
Come to the gas station ;)
I have a problem you should fix. ♡
TO: Jeonghan
FROM: Wonwoo
omw
Wonwoo doesn’t know when this thing with Jeonghan started-when it really started. Not the feelings (“or whatever these are”): the sex on his roommate’s bed; head in the back of Junhui’s car; shamefully quick handjobs in Soonyoung’s dorm bathroom. The physical aspect of it all. Wonwoo couldn’t care less about the other parts; he’ll tell himself that anyway. Something about Jeonghan won’t let him see it any differently. Too high or drunk enough at the time to not know the initial trigger of physicality or how many times these things happened before they started becoming all too vivid.
Wonwoo’s head is still buzzing from his housewarming “party” Seungcheol decided to throw at Wonwoo’s own house, and he’s still wearing the jeans Soonyoung spilled light beer all over the right thigh of. He hasn’t taken off his shoes yet, and they’re pressing into the comforter under them almost over-stimulatingly so. The fabric keeps getting caught around the rubber soles, and the need to rip the cotton with the spread of his heels is almost overbearing. His moving boxes are all over his floor, and Junhui says he’s shit out of luck if the house catches on fire. (“You will trip, and you will burn and die.”)
Wonwoo and Vernon moved into a piece-of-shit house in midtown a few days ago, officially. It needs work; the floors and walls creak (Vernon swears to God it’s haunted); and the walls are so thin that Wonwoo can hear Vernon beat off to whatever shit he’s into. But the house does it’s job-it’s enough, he guesses. And Seungcheol thought it’d be great if Wonwoo and Vernon crammed everyone into one small living room to “have a good time.” The time was in fact not good, and Jeonghan talked to Mingyu for two hours while Vernon and Minghao did that “ignoring the tension, but fuck me please” thing they’ve done since high school. Dim light from the living room glows through the cracks of Wonwoo’s bedroom door, and Wonwoo thinks he could peel the strips of light away like painter’s tape.
Vibrations of his phone tingle in his hand down to his wrist with the alert of a new text message.
TO: Wonwoo
FROM: Jeonghan
Hurry up.
Wonwoo laughs to himself and pushes off the bed with an embarrassing metal-spring squeak.
Minghao locks eyes with Wonwoo briefly as soon as Wonwoo walks into the living room-like a deer caught in headlights. Except Wonwoo is the car crashing straight into Deer Minghao. It’s short lived, however: Minghao immediately looks at his lap as if to avoid what everyone knows. Is Wonwoo this bad with Jeonghan? Maybe not. Wonwoo and Jeonghan are better at secrets. Wonwoo knows what Minghao is doing here still even if Minghao himself doesn’t. Vernon is paying no attention to him or Minghao-focusing on handling weed to get ready to smoke, Wonwoo can tell that much.
“Someone just texted me to go meet up with him,” Wonwoo announces. “So I’m leaving to go do that.” He pulls his jacket from the arm of the sofa behind Vernon, tugging with a bit of force once he realizes Vernon’s thigh traps the sleeve of it under his weight.
“Getting laid?” Vernon asks, amused. Vernon starts pulling the bud of weed apart with his fingernails, wiping the sticky residue on his shorts after a few seconds.
Wonwoo pauses and narrows his eyes playfully at Vernon. “Yes.” Finally . Thank God. It has been going on four days since Jeonghan has even touched him; he’s lucky for him to have looked in his direction tonight. Wonwoo wonders when he stopped fucking around with other people-keeping solely to Jeonghan-and when he became this desperate to get off.
“Nice. Who?”
“That, my friend, is not important.” Wonwoo grabs his keys from their water-stained dining room table and shoves them in his pocket. He can feel crumbs and a paper wrapper in the corner of it. Vernon looks up at him curiously with that famous inquisitive pursed-lip face of his. “Don’t worry. It’s no one you’ve touched dicks with before.” Minghao’s eyes widen at that, and Wonwoo almost wishes he could stay to push their buttons.
Vernon snorts. “I’m not that petty, dude. I wouldn’t care.” Wonwoo has been there, and Vernon would care.
“Yeah, yeah,” Wonwoo says, throwing the door open. “Won’t be back. Don’t stay up late, kids.” He winks at Minghao, Vernon obliviously focusing his attention back on breaking the bud of weed apart. God love ‘em.
Fuck Yoon Jeonghan, but unfortunately not literally.
“You’re a lifesaver, Wonwoo. Seriously,” Jeonghan says from the driver’s seat of Wonwoo’s car, door swung open with his legs thrown out of it.
Wonwoo slams the trunk of his car closed with his left hand, right hand gripping jumper cables. “Anything for you,” he says through his tense jaw.
“Don’t be like that,” Jeonghan laughs around his icee straw. The icee is blue-raspberry, and his mouth is already neon.
Jeonghan’s car is backed up at the very front of the gas station’s point-of-service building (with Wonwoo’s parked directly in front of Jeonghan’s hood)-all the way to the right of the edge of its raised curb where the roof lights above the forecourt and store lights don’t reach past their parked cars. Jeonghan abruptly pushes himself up from the driver’s seat and cuts off Wonwoo’s stride to the open hoods of their cars. The white LEDs from inside are bright in Wonwoo’s eyes, and Jeonghan stands there with the icee in his hand, an impish glint in his stare.
“What are you smiling at?”
Jeonghan looked good today. Of course he does. Even now with his mouth stained a deep artificial blue and with his sweaty temples and fly away hairs.
“Thank you,” is all Jeonghan says, biting on the straw one more time to suck up the half-melted slush.
Wonwoo takes the icee from him and takes a sip. “Anytime.”
Jeonghan pulls in his bottom lip with his straight teeth; his face isn’t readable-or it is, but Wonwoo doesn’t want to make any embarrassing sexual assumptions in a public setting. Wonwoo moves in to press his weight against Jeonghan’s front, chin on his shoulder. The jumper cables hit Jeonghan in the knee and the icee is pressing into his stomach, but he doesn’t seem to care.
“What?” Jeonghan asks into Wonwoo’s ear. His breath is warm and smells exactly like blue slushy.
“I thought we were gonna get nasty,” Wonwoo complains pseudo pathetically and whiny into the air behind Jeonghan. His voice is too deep, and he can feel his chest vibrating against Jeonghan’s. Wonwoo can’t see it, but he knows Jeonghan rolled his eyes. He smiles anyway. Wonwoo feels Jeonghan’s palm press into his abdomen, and the muscles contract instinctively. He pushes his palm harder, but not forcefully; and Wonwoo pulls himself away, handing the styrofoam cup back to Jeonghan.
“What gave you that idea?” he asks cheekily, leaning against the closed side door. Jeonghan is annoying.
“Don’t toy with my dick like this, dick.”
“Shut up and jump my car.”
“Yes, your majesty.” Wonwoo makes his way to Jeonghan’s open hood and presses his knees into the the bumper’s edge. “Where’d you go, anyway? And how did you end up back here?” Wonwoo tries to sound nonchalant about it. He doesn’t need to know, but he wants to.
“It actually died when I pulled up to get gas after the party. It’s been driving weird the last few days.”
“You waited here an hour by yourself without asking any of us for help?” Wonwoo asks into the array of mechanisms under the hood.
“I wanted to see if it’d work if I left it off!”
“So you texted me like that .” Wonwoo’s voice is humored as he clips the red cable clamp to the battery’s positive terminal. Wonwoo thanks God Google exists because he otherwise wouldn’t have known what the fuck to do, and Jeonghan would have had to abandon his car at the gas station forever. Kidding. But he would have had to call Seungcheol for help instead, and Wonwoo won’t admit he doesn’t like that.
“I knew you’d come if I said it that way.” Jeonghan's voice is closer now, and Wonwoo almost jumps when he sees Jeonghan appear next to him. Evil.
“I’d have come anyway,” he admits. They’re still friends . Best friends, even. Wonwoo wouldn’t just let Jeonghan stay in an unfortunate situation.
“Yeah, you were quick, too. As always.” Jeonghan leans back on his heels, one hand in his pocket with the other still holding that fucking forty ounce mess of flavored ice.
“Are you making a joke about my performance while I jump your car in the shittiest part of town at the worst Circle K in the area?” he asks, turning to Jeonghan. Shifting over a bit towards his own car, Wonwoo clips the first black cable clamp to the opposite terminal and the second to a nut on the engine.
“Coming from the guy who moved to said shittiest part of town,” Jeonghan deadpans.
Wonwoo steals the icee from Jeonghan once more, uttering “I will literally make a scene right here” loud enough for at least the passers-by walking in and out of the store to hear.
Jeonghan barks out a laugh. “Fucking try me,” he challenges almost as loud as Wonwoo, resting his weight on his right leg.
“ Why do you close your eyes when we make love!? ” Wonwoo yells in a frantic, dramatic, and most definitely fake panic. At least four people at the gas pumps and a few employees from inside turn to look at the “quarrel,” and Jeonghan smacks the icee out of Wonwoo’s hand straight to the ground, blue slush splattering onto the concrete and their shoes and jeans. Wonwoo throws his head back and cackles until Jeonghan jabs him in the ribs.
“Now we’re going to be known as ‘those damn gays with relationship problems’ every time we come here,” Jeonghan sighs halfheartedly, stepping backwards away from the decimated slushy. Wonwoo laughs, but then so does Jeonghan. He closes the space between them, and Jeonghan hooks his forefingers into Wonwoo’s belt loops. God, if this isn’t an early 2000’s movie, Wonwoo doesn’t know what is.
“I can make it up to you,” he says close to Jeonghan’s mouth, voice low and breath ghosting over Jeonghan’s lips. Wonwoo pushes his fingers past Jeonghan’s jacket and rests his hands on his hips.
“Oh, really?” Jeonghan unhooks his fingers from Wonwoo’s jeans and presses a palm into the younger’s abdomen again. Wonwoo could die, and he can already fucking feel his oncoming hard-on caused by the sexual adrenaline; doing something like this in public is getting Wonwoo up, and he can’t even hate himself for it. Wonwoo traces his lips against Jeonghan's jaw, and he can hear and feel him breathe in.
“Yeah,” Wonwoo replies, pressing his hips into Jeonghan’s. “What do you want me to do?” he asks against the older’s skin. Wonwoo is hoping he isn’t the only one getting hard from this. He doesn’t even know what he expects to get out of this in fucking public.
“Jump my car for me,” Jeonghan whispers into Wonwoo’s neck, rutting his hips up into Wonwoo’s cock.
“Fuck you.” It’s loud and only makes Jeonghan snicker.
“You wish.”
“You’re right.” Wonwoo pauses and pulls back enough to look at Jeonghan. “You looked good tonight.” Jeonghan turns his head to the side and smiles.
“Shut up,” he replies, amusement evident in his voice. Wonwoo wants Jeonghan to rut against his cock again. God.
“Wanted you to fuck me right there,” Wonwoo confesses darkly. His voice is so low he hopes Jeonghan can feel his voice in his chest from how close they are.
Jeonghan takes both of his hands and lets them travel to Wonwoo’s jeans and then underneath his shirt, raking his nails lightly across Wonwoo’s sides. His hands are warm, but it causes Wonwoo’s skin to get goose bumps. “Right there, huh? In front of all of our friends.” Jeonghan’s mouth is dangerously close to his own, and Wonwoo still can’t believe they’re doing this in a gas station in the middle of the night. He wonders what you would call this. Public Display of Attraction?
Wonwoo leans in and presses his mouth against Jeonghan’s blue one. “They’d leave or be into it,” he says, words muffled. It’s almost a kiss. Jeonghan snorts a laugh out of his nose and opens his mouth enough to lick against Wonwoo’s. He removes his hands from younger’s torso and cups his cock in his hand. Wonwoo’s lungs feel like they’re about to collapse. “Jeongh-”
“Are you hard?” he asks, hand still on Wonwoo’s dick.
“Obviously. Are you?”
“-Ish,” Jeonghan replies nonchalantly and removes his hand. Wonwoo’s ego will take “hard-ish .”
“So you are attracted to me.” Wonwoo slides his hands down Jeonghan’s hips, grabbing his ass and pulling Jeonghan closer against him, trying to feel Jeonghan’s cock against his own.
Jeonghan rolls his eyes. “No. All those times I asked you to come on my face meant the opposite.” Wonwoo will definitely take hard-ish .
“God, I’ll come right here if you keep talking to me like that.” Jeonghan hits Wonwoo in the chest weakly.
“Prove it,” Jeonghan demands, but insincerely, straightening himself up.
“Yeah, okay. Let’s go hide in the dark so you can suck me off in public,” Wonwoo replies sarcastically. Jeonghan raises his eyebrows as if the fucking metaphorical light bulb just went off above his precious fucking head. “Jeonghan-?” Wonwoo is incredulous. Jeonghan grabs Wonwoo’s right hand (still on his ass) and pulls him around to the shadowy side of their parked cars, Wonwoo following suit dumbly behind him, stepping past the blue slushy bloodbath.
“Do you want to?” Jeonghan says over his shoulder, still holding onto Wonwoo’s hand.
Fuck, does Wonwoo want to. “Yeah,” he breathes out shakily, the adrenaline beginning to circulate through his chest. His cock is getting harder at the thought of Jeonghan going down on him in a fucking parking lot.
“Why aren’t we doing it in the car though?” Wonwoo asks, right before Jeonghan presses him into the door of said car.
“This is more fun,” Jeonghan says into Wonwoo’s neck, grinding his growing erection into Wonwoo’s. Wonwoo let’s out the most pathetic noise, and Jeonghan grins into his neck. “We can do it in the car, if you want.”
“I really want to have the memory of you blowing me with your knees on the asphalt, if I’m being honest.” Wonwoo pauses and ruts his hips up into Jeonghan’s. “Plus, we’ve already fucked in a car before.”
Jeonghan pulls away and works his fingers at Wonwoo’s jeans. “Oh, yeah. Shit, how did we not get caught?” His hair is in his eyes as he looks down, focusing on undoing the button in the dark. “I think Junhui knew. He said his car smelled like sex the next morning.” Wonwoo is growing restless, hips getting impatient. Jeonghan doesn’t even chastise him for it.
“Junhui and Soonyoung fuck in that piece of shit so often he probably let it go,” Wonwoo replies, tilting his head back to make sure there aren’t any people-or at least any that can see them.
“Yeah, well...” Jeonghan trails off in distraction, finally having undone the button and zipper. Jeonghan hunches over just slightly to pull Wonwoo’s jeans past his half hard cock, and Wonwoo inhales sharply, throwing his head back.
“Please, come on,” Wonwoo begs.
“You’re not even fully hard. Shut up. And, fuck, I can’t believe you wore boxer briefs today.” Wonwoo can’t tell how Jeonghan means that, and he’s almost afraid to ask. But Jeonghan answers the hidden question anyway. “God, your dick looks good in these,” he says, running his right palm along the shaft. Wonwoo sighs at the contact, face a little flushed at the compliment, ego a little bit boosted. Jeonghan dips his fingers under the waistband and wraps his fist around Wonwoo’s cock, and Wonwoo fucking whimpers .
“When was the last time you jerked off?” Jeonghan asks at Wonwoo’s current state, pumping Wonwoo’s cock as best as he can in this awkward position, hand restricted from the fabric. He presses his thumb into the head, smearing precome around it in the process.
“When was the last time you came over again?” Wonwoo chokes out a response, voice strangled but still trying to sound like he has it together (he doesn’t).
“You haven’t gotten off in that long?” Jeonghan removes his hand from Wonwoo’s underwear; Wonwoo’s eyes roll into the back of his head.
“You act like four days is a long time.”
“For you,” Jeonghan pulls the waistband of Wonwoo’s underwear down to expose his cock, and Wonwoo shivers, “four days seems like a lifetime.”
“Th-that’s not true,” he stutters in reply. Jeonghan kneels down onto the asphalt, and Wonwoo’s heart speeds up.
“Mmhm,” is the only thing Jeonghan says before pumping Wonwoo’s cock freely, trying to get him fully hard. Wonwoo feels himself become solid after three full strokes, and he bites his bottom lip into his mouth. Jeonghan takes Wonwoo’s hard-on with both hands and spits his gathered saliva onto the tip, working one fist around the length and the other around the head.
“Wh-what about you?” Wonwoo chokes out.
“The last time I jerked off?” he inquires, dick still in both of his hands, as if he hadn’t just spit onto Wonwoo’s cock. It’s slick now, and easier for Jeonghan to twist his fists around it.
Wonwoo nods, eyes closed.
“Yesterday.” Jeonghan removes his left fist and wipes his saliva and precome covered palm onto his thigh. He pulls Wonwoo’s cock to the side, pressing his lips into the base and going lower to suck the flesh of Wonwoo’s sac, eliciting a quiet “shit” from Wonwoo.
“Did you think about me?” It comes out more sensual and genuine than mocking. Jeonghan licks a fat stripe up Wonwoo’s erection to the tip, and Wonwoo gives in and places his hands onto Jeonghan’s head.
Jeonghan pulls back, Wonwoo’s fingers in his hair. “Yeah,” he says with full eye contact, fisting Wonwoo’s dick at a slow pace, stopping at the tip to press his palm around the head and then circling the pad of his thumb around it for a good measure. It’s enough for Wonwoo’s pelvis to spasm forward.
“Like what?” It’s hushed and urgent.
“How good you look when I get you off. How desperate you get for me to fuck you.” Jeonghan presses his lips to the head and lays his tongue flat against the underside before going down on him. Wonwoo grunts as he slides just a fraction down the side of the car, knees bending, hips canting shallowly into Jeonghan’s mouth. Jeonghan releases Wonwoo’s dick to continue, but pressing kisses and sucks the base before he says anything. “When you-”
“Fuck, if you keep talking I really will come,” Wonwoo breathes, toes curling and fingers gripping Jeonghan’s hair tighter. Wonwoo thinks he hears Jeonghan laugh, but he can’t tell. Jeonghan opens his lips over the crown and gently presses his teeth into the head before swirling his tongue around it and forcing Wonwoo’s cock down his throat. The saliva and precome are gathering at the corners of Jeonghan’s mouth and sliding down his chin, and Wonwoo wants so badly to fuck into his mouth. He feels that in any other circumstance he would, but this one is peculiar. His breathing is getting quicker and shallower as he tries to swallow any sounds trying to come out, fear of being caught and definitely banned from the gas station or arrested. They’ll be known as ‘those damn gays with relationship problems who got banned for public indecency.’ Wonwoo thinks that sounds pretty cool, actually. He’s not sure that’s how he wants the group to find out his best friend is fucking him on the down low, though.
Jeonghan pulls off Wonwoo’s dick with the wettest sound, mouth shiny. “Why are you holding back?”
“Uh, my dick is in your mouth at Circle K?”
“And?” Jeonghan swallows Wonwoo’s cock down to the base, nose pressing into pubic hair, and Wonwoo gasps. His hands find their way to Wonwoo’s hips to hold on to him, signaling for him to move forward. Jeonghan runs his tongue along the underside, and Wonwoo let’s go, fucking into Jeonghan’s mouth and down his throat. There’s more spit and come dribbling down Jeonghan’s chin, Wonwoo’s cock almost making it to the back of his throat, Jeonghan’s teeth grazing the base. The gagging sound is obscene, but both Wonwoo and Jeonghan are into it.
“I’m going to come soon,” Wonwoo lets out, hips stuttering. The stimulation and wet heat are killing him, and he can feel the pressure in his groin. Wonwoo wonders, morbidly, about how much he’s going to come before Jeonghan pulls off and swirls his tongue around the head one last time with a shit eating smile peaking so obviously through. Wonwoo groans, hoping to some higher power he doesn’t come all over Jeonghan’s face in a parking lot. But of course Jeonghan would never let that happen, sinking back down onto Wonwoo’s cock, head reaching the back of his throat. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, Wonwoo cries out into his hand, come spurting down Jeonghan’s throat. He can feel Jeonghan swallow around him, and his thighs grow weak, wanting to fall to his knees and kiss Jeonghan on the mouth or pray to God.
Jeonghan takes Wonwoo’s softening cock out of his mouth and patronizingly tucks Wonwoo back into his underwear, followed by a sweet pat to it’s front. Wonwoo rolls his eyes, yanking his zipper up and pulling the corners of his hem together to button them. Jeonghan pushes himself off the ground, grabbing Wonwoo’s offered forearm to help steady himself.
“Thanks,” Wonwoo heaves out, breath uneven and forehead sweaty.
“Don’t mention it.” It holds more than one meaning, and Wonwoo almost wishes it didn’t.
"Uh, do you want to me get you off, too?" Wonwoo asks hesitantly.
"Who said chivalry is dead? But, no. I'm good."
They stand there in silence; Wonwoo thinks they’re both trying to read each other, but coming up either very short or too certain. Jeonghan’s mouth is still blue, and Wonwoo smiles.
“What?” Jeonghan asks defensively, wiping at the corners of his lips with his thumb and forefinger. Wonwoo might be a little in love with the dirt on Jeonghan's knees and his swollen, blue-raspberry stained mouth.
“Nothing.” Wonwoo really doesn’t know what to say. He grabs Jeonghan’s hand and tugs him towards him, Jeonghan’s hands finding their way onto Wonwoo’s chest. Wonwoo nips at Jeonghan’s lips, and he complies again Wonwoo’s own. It feels awkward to do this-this “post coital intimacy” they rarely even share in the most private of settings. “This was fun.”
“See you in hell.”
“Uh, are you asking me on a date? I accept.”
“God, I’m dating an idiot.”
“What?” Wonwoo feels like his brain just walked into oncoming traffic.
“What?” Jeonghan asks just as shocked.
“What did you just say?”
“I said ‘I hate you, idiot.’” Jeonghan backs away from Wonwoo a fraction and shoves his hands deep into his jacket pockets. Even in this lighting, Wonwoo can tell his face is red.
“I’m your boyfriend,” Wonwoo says unbelievably. It’s a statement, but an incredulous one that sounds more like a question than anything.
“Fuck you.”
“You are exclusively fucking me,” he states in the same tone as before.
“Wonwoo,” Jeonghan says firmly but completely frazzled. “Fuck, shut up.” Jeonghan isn’t pissed, he just seems to be in extreme disbelief with himself.
“How long has this been going on?” Wonwoo interrogates, amused, as if this were some adulterous scandal -but it’s in fact the quite opposite.
“Please jump my car so I can go home,” Jeonghan begs, fingers pressing into his forehead. He seems completely distressed. Wonwoo thinks Jeonghan doesn’t even believe he just admitted it out loud let alone to himself.
“Got a lot to think about when you get there, huh? Like about me being your boyfriend and that we are exclusively fucking.”
“God,” Jeonghan forces out from his throat. He’s looking everywhere but at Wonwoo, but he hasn’t stormed off yet, so Wonwoo takes that as an okay signal to take Jeonghan’s fingers into his own.
“Mmhm.” It’s awkward; they’re awkward. They both know they can’t really tell anyone what’s going on between them, and Wonwoo thinks that’s why Jeonghan doesn’t want to admit it. Wonwoo is touched, though, in a fucked up way. At least Jeonghan doesn’t want to hurt his feelings.
“I’m okay with not being able to tell anyone. Like, it’s not shameful to me, or whatever, to like, not tell people yet,” Wonwoo whispers to Jeonghan, and Jeonghan’s shoulders slacken a bit. Jeonghan nods and squeezes Wonwoo’s fingers tighter, a little smile at the corner of his mouth. He seems relieved, and so is Wonwoo.
“I didn’t mean for this to turn serious,” Jeonghan laughs, pushing the hair out of his eyes; it’s a little manic sounding.
“Yeah, who knew public indecency would lead to this shit?”
“I am literally dating an idiot.”
jeonghan sucks wonwoo's dick in a gas station parking lot.
TO: Wonwoo
FROM: Jeonghan
Come to the gas station ;)
I have a problem you should fix. ♡
TO: Jeonghan
FROM: Wonwoo
omw
Wonwoo doesn’t know when this thing with Jeonghan started-when it really started. Not the feelings (“or whatever these are”): the sex on his roommate’s bed; head in the back of Junhui’s car; shamefully quick handjobs in Soonyoung’s dorm bathroom. The physical aspect of it all. Wonwoo couldn’t care less about the other parts; he’ll tell himself that anyway. Something about Jeonghan won’t let him see it any differently. Too high or drunk enough at the time to not know the initial trigger of physicality or how many times these things happened before they started becoming all too vivid.
Wonwoo’s head is still buzzing from his housewarming “party” Seungcheol decided to throw at Wonwoo’s own house, and he’s still wearing the jeans Soonyoung spilled light beer all over the right thigh of. He hasn’t taken off his shoes yet, and they’re pressing into the comforter under them almost over-stimulatingly so. The fabric keeps getting caught around the rubber soles, and the need to rip the cotton with the spread of his heels is almost overbearing. His moving boxes are all over his floor, and Junhui says he’s shit out of luck if the house catches on fire. (“You will trip, and you will burn and die.”)
Wonwoo and Vernon moved into a piece-of-shit house in midtown a few days ago, officially. It needs work; the floors and walls creak (Vernon swears to God it’s haunted); and the walls are so thin that Wonwoo can hear Vernon beat off to whatever shit he’s into. But the house does it’s job-it’s enough, he guesses. And Seungcheol thought it’d be great if Wonwoo and Vernon crammed everyone into one small living room to “have a good time.” The time was in fact not good, and Jeonghan talked to Mingyu for two hours while Vernon and Minghao did that “ignoring the tension, but fuck me please” thing they’ve done since high school. Dim light from the living room glows through the cracks of Wonwoo’s bedroom door, and Wonwoo thinks he could peel the strips of light away like painter’s tape.
Vibrations of his phone tingle in his hand down to his wrist with the alert of a new text message.
TO: Wonwoo
FROM: Jeonghan
Hurry up.
Wonwoo laughs to himself and pushes off the bed with an embarrassing metal-spring squeak.
Minghao locks eyes with Wonwoo briefly as soon as Wonwoo walks into the living room-like a deer caught in headlights. Except Wonwoo is the car crashing straight into Deer Minghao. It’s short lived, however: Minghao immediately looks at his lap as if to avoid what everyone knows. Is Wonwoo this bad with Jeonghan? Maybe not. Wonwoo and Jeonghan are better at secrets. Wonwoo knows what Minghao is doing here still even if Minghao himself doesn’t. Vernon is paying no attention to him or Minghao-focusing on handling weed to get ready to smoke, Wonwoo can tell that much.
“Someone just texted me to go meet up with him,” Wonwoo announces. “So I’m leaving to go do that.” He pulls his jacket from the arm of the sofa behind Vernon, tugging with a bit of force once he realizes Vernon’s thigh traps the sleeve of it under his weight.
“Getting laid?” Vernon asks, amused. Vernon starts pulling the bud of weed apart with his fingernails, wiping the sticky residue on his shorts after a few seconds.
Wonwoo pauses and narrows his eyes playfully at Vernon. “Yes.” Finally . Thank God. It has been going on four days since Jeonghan has even touched him; he’s lucky for him to have looked in his direction tonight. Wonwoo wonders when he stopped fucking around with other people-keeping solely to Jeonghan-and when he became this desperate to get off.
“Nice. Who?”
“That, my friend, is not important.” Wonwoo grabs his keys from their water-stained dining room table and shoves them in his pocket. He can feel crumbs and a paper wrapper in the corner of it. Vernon looks up at him curiously with that famous inquisitive pursed-lip face of his. “Don’t worry. It’s no one you’ve touched dicks with before.” Minghao’s eyes widen at that, and Wonwoo almost wishes he could stay to push their buttons.
Vernon snorts. “I’m not that petty, dude. I wouldn’t care.” Wonwoo has been there, and Vernon would care.
“Yeah, yeah,” Wonwoo says, throwing the door open. “Won’t be back. Don’t stay up late, kids.” He winks at Minghao, Vernon obliviously focusing his attention back on breaking the bud of weed apart. God love ‘em.
Fuck Yoon Jeonghan, but unfortunately not literally.
“You’re a lifesaver, Wonwoo. Seriously,” Jeonghan says from the driver’s seat of Wonwoo’s car, door swung open with his legs thrown out of it.
Wonwoo slams the trunk of his car closed with his left hand, right hand gripping jumper cables. “Anything for you,” he says through his tense jaw.
“Don’t be like that,” Jeonghan laughs around his icee straw. The icee is blue-raspberry, and his mouth is already neon.
Jeonghan’s car is backed up at the very front of the gas station’s point-of-service building (with Wonwoo’s parked directly in front of Jeonghan’s hood)-all the way to the right of the edge of its raised curb where the roof lights above the forecourt and store lights don’t reach past their parked cars. Jeonghan abruptly pushes himself up from the driver’s seat and cuts off Wonwoo’s stride to the open hoods of their cars. The white LEDs from inside are bright in Wonwoo’s eyes, and Jeonghan stands there with the icee in his hand, an impish glint in his stare.
“What are you smiling at?”
Jeonghan looked good today. Of course he does. Even now with his mouth stained a deep artificial blue and with his sweaty temples and fly away hairs.
“Thank you,” is all Jeonghan says, biting on the straw one more time to suck up the half-melted slush.
Wonwoo takes the icee from him and takes a sip. “Anytime.”
Jeonghan pulls in his bottom lip with his straight teeth; his face isn’t readable-or it is, but Wonwoo doesn’t want to make any embarrassing sexual assumptions in a public setting. Wonwoo moves in to press his weight against Jeonghan’s front, chin on his shoulder. The jumper cables hit Jeonghan in the knee and the icee is pressing into his stomach, but he doesn’t seem to care.
“What?” Jeonghan asks into Wonwoo’s ear. His breath is warm and smells exactly like blue slushy.
“I thought we were gonna get nasty,” Wonwoo complains pseudo pathetically and whiny into the air behind Jeonghan. His voice is too deep, and he can feel his chest vibrating against Jeonghan’s. Wonwoo can’t see it, but he knows Jeonghan rolled his eyes. He smiles anyway. Wonwoo feels Jeonghan’s palm press into his abdomen, and the muscles contract instinctively. He pushes his palm harder, but not forcefully; and Wonwoo pulls himself away, handing the styrofoam cup back to Jeonghan.
“What gave you that idea?” he asks cheekily, leaning against the closed side door. Jeonghan is annoying.
“Don’t toy with my dick like this, dick.”
“Shut up and jump my car.”
“Yes, your majesty.” Wonwoo makes his way to Jeonghan’s open hood and presses his knees into the the bumper’s edge. “Where’d you go, anyway? And how did you end up back here?” Wonwoo tries to sound nonchalant about it. He doesn’t need to know, but he wants to.
“It actually died when I pulled up to get gas after the party. It’s been driving weird the last few days.”
“You waited here an hour by yourself without asking any of us for help?” Wonwoo asks into the array of mechanisms under the hood.
“I wanted to see if it’d work if I left it off!”
“So you texted me like that .” Wonwoo’s voice is humored as he clips the red cable clamp to the battery’s positive terminal. Wonwoo thanks God Google exists because he otherwise wouldn’t have known what the fuck to do, and Jeonghan would have had to abandon his car at the gas station forever. Kidding. But he would have had to call Seungcheol for help instead, and Wonwoo won’t admit he doesn’t like that.
“I knew you’d come if I said it that way.” Jeonghan's voice is closer now, and Wonwoo almost jumps when he sees Jeonghan appear next to him. Evil.
“I’d have come anyway,” he admits. They’re still friends . Best friends, even. Wonwoo wouldn’t just let Jeonghan stay in an unfortunate situation.
“Yeah, you were quick, too. As always.” Jeonghan leans back on his heels, one hand in his pocket with the other still holding that fucking forty ounce mess of flavored ice.
“Are you making a joke about my performance while I jump your car in the shittiest part of town at the worst Circle K in the area?” he asks, turning to Jeonghan. Shifting over a bit towards his own car, Wonwoo clips the first black cable clamp to the opposite terminal and the second to a nut on the engine.
“Coming from the guy who moved to said shittiest part of town,” Jeonghan deadpans.
Wonwoo steals the icee from Jeonghan once more, uttering “I will literally make a scene right here” loud enough for at least the passers-by walking in and out of the store to hear.
Jeonghan barks out a laugh. “Fucking try me,” he challenges almost as loud as Wonwoo, resting his weight on his right leg.
“ Why do you close your eyes when we make love!? ” Wonwoo yells in a frantic, dramatic, and most definitely fake panic. At least four people at the gas pumps and a few employees from inside turn to look at the “quarrel,” and Jeonghan smacks the icee out of Wonwoo’s hand straight to the ground, blue slush splattering onto the concrete and their shoes and jeans. Wonwoo throws his head back and cackles until Jeonghan jabs him in the ribs.
“Now we’re going to be known as ‘those damn gays with relationship problems’ every time we come here,” Jeonghan sighs halfheartedly, stepping backwards away from the decimated slushy. Wonwoo laughs, but then so does Jeonghan. He closes the space between them, and Jeonghan hooks his forefingers into Wonwoo’s belt loops. God, if this isn’t an early 2000’s movie, Wonwoo doesn’t know what is.
“I can make it up to you,” he says close to Jeonghan’s mouth, voice low and breath ghosting over Jeonghan’s lips. Wonwoo pushes his fingers past Jeonghan’s jacket and rests his hands on his hips.
“Oh, really?” Jeonghan unhooks his fingers from Wonwoo’s jeans and presses a palm into the younger’s abdomen again. Wonwoo could die, and he can already fucking feel his oncoming hard-on caused by the sexual adrenaline; doing something like this in public is getting Wonwoo up, and he can’t even hate himself for it. Wonwoo traces his lips against Jeonghan's jaw, and he can hear and feel him breathe in.
“Yeah,” Wonwoo replies, pressing his hips into Jeonghan’s. “What do you want me to do?” he asks against the older’s skin. Wonwoo is hoping he isn’t the only one getting hard from this. He doesn’t even know what he expects to get out of this in fucking public.
“Jump my car for me,” Jeonghan whispers into Wonwoo’s neck, rutting his hips up into Wonwoo’s cock.
“Fuck you.” It’s loud and only makes Jeonghan snicker.
“You wish.”
“You’re right.” Wonwoo pauses and pulls back enough to look at Jeonghan. “You looked good tonight.” Jeonghan turns his head to the side and smiles.
“Shut up,” he replies, amusement evident in his voice. Wonwoo wants Jeonghan to rut against his cock again. God.
“Wanted you to fuck me right there,” Wonwoo confesses darkly. His voice is so low he hopes Jeonghan can feel his voice in his chest from how close they are.
Jeonghan takes both of his hands and lets them travel to Wonwoo’s jeans and then underneath his shirt, raking his nails lightly across Wonwoo’s sides. His hands are warm, but it causes Wonwoo’s skin to get goose bumps. “Right there, huh? In front of all of our friends.” Jeonghan’s mouth is dangerously close to his own, and Wonwoo still can’t believe they’re doing this in a gas station in the middle of the night. He wonders what you would call this. Public Display of Attraction?
Wonwoo leans in and presses his mouth against Jeonghan’s blue one. “They’d leave or be into it,” he says, words muffled. It’s almost a kiss. Jeonghan snorts a laugh out of his nose and opens his mouth enough to lick against Wonwoo’s. He removes his hands from younger’s torso and cups his cock in his hand. Wonwoo’s lungs feel like they’re about to collapse. “Jeongh-”
“Are you hard?” he asks, hand still on Wonwoo’s dick.
“Obviously. Are you?”
“-Ish,” Jeonghan replies nonchalantly and removes his hand. Wonwoo’s ego will take “hard-ish .”
“So you are attracted to me.” Wonwoo slides his hands down Jeonghan’s hips, grabbing his ass and pulling Jeonghan closer against him, trying to feel Jeonghan’s cock against his own.
Jeonghan rolls his eyes. “No. All those times I asked you to come on my face meant the opposite.” Wonwoo will definitely take hard-ish .
“God, I’ll come right here if you keep talking to me like that.” Jeonghan hits Wonwoo in the chest weakly.
“Prove it,” Jeonghan demands, but insincerely, straightening himself up.
“Yeah, okay. Let’s go hide in the dark so you can suck me off in public,” Wonwoo replies sarcastically. Jeonghan raises his eyebrows as if the fucking metaphorical light bulb just went off above his precious fucking head. “Jeonghan-?” Wonwoo is incredulous. Jeonghan grabs Wonwoo’s right hand (still on his ass) and pulls him around to the shadowy side of their parked cars, Wonwoo following suit dumbly behind him, stepping past the blue slushy bloodbath.
“Do you want to?” Jeonghan says over his shoulder, still holding onto Wonwoo’s hand.
Fuck, does Wonwoo want to. “Yeah,” he breathes out shakily, the adrenaline beginning to circulate through his chest. His cock is getting harder at the thought of Jeonghan going down on him in a fucking parking lot.
“Why aren’t we doing it in the car though?” Wonwoo asks, right before Jeonghan presses him into the door of said car.
“This is more fun,” Jeonghan says into Wonwoo’s neck, grinding his growing erection into Wonwoo’s. Wonwoo let’s out the most pathetic noise, and Jeonghan grins into his neck. “We can do it in the car, if you want.”
“I really want to have the memory of you blowing me with your knees on the asphalt, if I’m being honest.” Wonwoo pauses and ruts his hips up into Jeonghan’s. “Plus, we’ve already fucked in a car before.”
Jeonghan pulls away and works his fingers at Wonwoo’s jeans. “Oh, yeah. Shit, how did we not get caught?” His hair is in his eyes as he looks down, focusing on undoing the button in the dark. “I think Junhui knew. He said his car smelled like sex the next morning.” Wonwoo is growing restless, hips getting impatient. Jeonghan doesn’t even chastise him for it.
“Junhui and Soonyoung fuck in that piece of shit so often he probably let it go,” Wonwoo replies, tilting his head back to make sure there aren’t any people-or at least any that can see them.
“Yeah, well...” Jeonghan trails off in distraction, finally having undone the button and zipper. Jeonghan hunches over just slightly to pull Wonwoo’s jeans past his half hard cock, and Wonwoo inhales sharply, throwing his head back.
“Please, come on,” Wonwoo begs.
“You’re not even fully hard. Shut up. And, fuck, I can’t believe you wore boxer briefs today.” Wonwoo can’t tell how Jeonghan means that, and he’s almost afraid to ask. But Jeonghan answers the hidden question anyway. “God, your dick looks good in these,” he says, running his right palm along the shaft. Wonwoo sighs at the contact, face a little flushed at the compliment, ego a little bit boosted. Jeonghan dips his fingers under the waistband and wraps his fist around Wonwoo’s cock, and Wonwoo fucking whimpers .
“When was the last time you jerked off?” Jeonghan asks at Wonwoo’s current state, pumping Wonwoo’s cock as best as he can in this awkward position, hand restricted from the fabric. He presses his thumb into the head, smearing precome around it in the process.
“When was the last time you came over again?” Wonwoo chokes out a response, voice strangled but still trying to sound like he has it together (he doesn’t).
“You haven’t gotten off in that long?” Jeonghan removes his hand from Wonwoo’s underwear; Wonwoo’s eyes roll into the back of his head.
“You act like four days is a long time.”
“For you,” Jeonghan pulls the waistband of Wonwoo’s underwear down to expose his cock, and Wonwoo shivers, “four days seems like a lifetime.”
“Th-that’s not true,” he stutters in reply. Jeonghan kneels down onto the asphalt, and Wonwoo’s heart speeds up.
“Mmhm,” is the only thing Jeonghan says before pumping Wonwoo’s cock freely, trying to get him fully hard. Wonwoo feels himself become solid after three full strokes, and he bites his bottom lip into his mouth. Jeonghan takes Wonwoo’s hard-on with both hands and spits his gathered saliva onto the tip, working one fist around the length and the other around the head.
“Wh-what about you?” Wonwoo chokes out.
“The last time I jerked off?” he inquires, dick still in both of his hands, as if he hadn’t just spit onto Wonwoo’s cock. It’s slick now, and easier for Jeonghan to twist his fists around it.
Wonwoo nods, eyes closed.
“Yesterday.” Jeonghan removes his left fist and wipes his saliva and precome covered palm onto his thigh. He pulls Wonwoo’s cock to the side, pressing his lips into the base and going lower to suck the flesh of Wonwoo’s sac, eliciting a quiet “shit” from Wonwoo.
“Did you think about me?” It comes out more sensual and genuine than mocking. Jeonghan licks a fat stripe up Wonwoo’s erection to the tip, and Wonwoo gives in and places his hands onto Jeonghan’s head.
Jeonghan pulls back, Wonwoo’s fingers in his hair. “Yeah,” he says with full eye contact, fisting Wonwoo’s dick at a slow pace, stopping at the tip to press his palm around the head and then circling the pad of his thumb around it for a good measure. It’s enough for Wonwoo’s pelvis to spasm forward.
“Like what?” It’s hushed and urgent.
“How good you look when I get you off. How desperate you get for me to fuck you.” Jeonghan presses his lips to the head and lays his tongue flat against the underside before going down on him. Wonwoo grunts as he slides just a fraction down the side of the car, knees bending, hips canting shallowly into Jeonghan’s mouth. Jeonghan releases Wonwoo’s dick to continue, but pressing kisses and sucks the base before he says anything. “When you-”
“Fuck, if you keep talking I really will come,” Wonwoo breathes, toes curling and fingers gripping Jeonghan’s hair tighter. Wonwoo thinks he hears Jeonghan laugh, but he can’t tell. Jeonghan opens his lips over the crown and gently presses his teeth into the head before swirling his tongue around it and forcing Wonwoo’s cock down his throat. The saliva and precome are gathering at the corners of Jeonghan’s mouth and sliding down his chin, and Wonwoo wants so badly to fuck into his mouth. He feels that in any other circumstance he would, but this one is peculiar. His breathing is getting quicker and shallower as he tries to swallow any sounds trying to come out, fear of being caught and definitely banned from the gas station or arrested. They’ll be known as ‘those damn gays with relationship problems who got banned for public indecency.’ Wonwoo thinks that sounds pretty cool, actually. He’s not sure that’s how he wants the group to find out his best friend is fucking him on the down low, though.
Jeonghan pulls off Wonwoo’s dick with the wettest sound, mouth shiny. “Why are you holding back?”
“Uh, my dick is in your mouth at Circle K?”
“And?” Jeonghan swallows Wonwoo’s cock down to the base, nose pressing into pubic hair, and Wonwoo gasps. His hands find their way to Wonwoo’s hips to hold on to him, signaling for him to move forward. Jeonghan runs his tongue along the underside, and Wonwoo let’s go, fucking into Jeonghan’s mouth and down his throat. There’s more spit and come dribbling down Jeonghan’s chin, Wonwoo’s cock almost making it to the back of his throat, Jeonghan’s teeth grazing the base. The gagging sound is obscene, but both Wonwoo and Jeonghan are into it.
“I’m going to come soon,” Wonwoo lets out, hips stuttering. The stimulation and wet heat are killing him, and he can feel the pressure in his groin. Wonwoo wonders, morbidly, about how much he’s going to come before Jeonghan pulls off and swirls his tongue around the head one last time with a shit eating smile peaking so obviously through. Wonwoo groans, hoping to some higher power he doesn’t come all over Jeonghan’s face in a parking lot. But of course Jeonghan would never let that happen, sinking back down onto Wonwoo’s cock, head reaching the back of his throat. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, Wonwoo cries out into his hand, come spurting down Jeonghan’s throat. He can feel Jeonghan swallow around him, and his thighs grow weak, wanting to fall to his knees and kiss Jeonghan on the mouth or pray to God.
Jeonghan takes Wonwoo’s softening cock out of his mouth and patronizingly tucks Wonwoo back into his underwear, followed by a sweet pat to it’s front. Wonwoo rolls his eyes, yanking his zipper up and pulling the corners of his hem together to button them. Jeonghan pushes himself off the ground, grabbing Wonwoo’s offered forearm to help steady himself.
“Thanks,” Wonwoo heaves out, breath uneven and forehead sweaty.
“Don’t mention it.” It holds more than one meaning, and Wonwoo almost wishes it didn’t.
"Uh, do you want to me get you off, too?" Wonwoo asks hesitantly.
"Who said chivalry is dead? But, no. I'm good."
They stand there in silence; Wonwoo thinks they’re both trying to read each other, but coming up either very short or too certain. Jeonghan’s mouth is still blue, and Wonwoo smiles.
“What?” Jeonghan asks defensively, wiping at the corners of his lips with his thumb and forefinger. Wonwoo might be a little in love with the dirt on Jeonghan's knees and his swollen, blue-raspberry stained mouth.
“Nothing.” Wonwoo really doesn’t know what to say. He grabs Jeonghan’s hand and tugs him towards him, Jeonghan’s hands finding their way onto Wonwoo’s chest. Wonwoo nips at Jeonghan’s lips, and he complies again Wonwoo’s own. It feels awkward to do this-this “post coital intimacy” they rarely even share in the most private of settings. “This was fun.”
“See you in hell.”
“Uh, are you asking me on a date? I accept.”
“God, I’m dating an idiot.”
“What?” Wonwoo feels like his brain just walked into oncoming traffic.
“What?” Jeonghan asks just as shocked.
“What did you just say?”
“I said ‘I hate you, idiot.’” Jeonghan backs away from Wonwoo a fraction and shoves his hands deep into his jacket pockets. Even in this lighting, Wonwoo can tell his face is red.
“I’m your boyfriend,” Wonwoo says unbelievably. It’s a statement, but an incredulous one that sounds more like a question than anything.
“Fuck you.”
“You are exclusively fucking me,” he states in the same tone as before.
“Wonwoo,” Jeonghan says firmly but completely frazzled. “Fuck, shut up.” Jeonghan isn’t pissed, he just seems to be in extreme disbelief with himself.
“How long has this been going on?” Wonwoo interrogates, amused, as if this were some adulterous scandal -but it’s in fact the quite opposite.
“Please jump my car so I can go home,” Jeonghan begs, fingers pressing into his forehead. He seems completely distressed. Wonwoo thinks Jeonghan doesn’t even believe he just admitted it out loud let alone to himself.
“Got a lot to think about when you get there, huh? Like about me being your boyfriend and that we are exclusively fucking.”
“God,” Jeonghan forces out from his throat. He’s looking everywhere but at Wonwoo, but he hasn’t stormed off yet, so Wonwoo takes that as an okay signal to take Jeonghan’s fingers into his own.
“Mmhm.” It’s awkward; they’re awkward. They both know they can’t really tell anyone what’s going on between them, and Wonwoo thinks that’s why Jeonghan doesn’t want to admit it. Wonwoo is touched, though, in a fucked up way. At least Jeonghan doesn’t want to hurt his feelings.
“I’m okay with not being able to tell anyone. Like, it’s not shameful to me, or whatever, to like, not tell people yet,” Wonwoo whispers to Jeonghan, and Jeonghan’s shoulders slacken a bit. Jeonghan nods and squeezes Wonwoo’s fingers tighter, a little smile at the corner of his mouth. He seems relieved, and so is Wonwoo.
“I didn’t mean for this to turn serious,” Jeonghan laughs, pushing the hair out of his eyes; it’s a little manic sounding.
“Yeah, who knew public indecency would lead to this shit?”
“I am literally dating an idiot.”