Kind-of, sort-of first time
Title: Kind-of, sort-of first time
Pairing: Kenbin
Rating: PG-15 (NC-17ish?)
Genre: AU, smutty-ish fluff
Summary: Jaehwan and Hongbin have a hard time keeping their hands off each other.
Wordcount: 1,389
They always end up like this.
Though it's Christmas break and it's been a long time since they've had a chance to hang out properly, and through countless texts and messages they've planned things they want to do (gaming marathons, various TV series marathons, movie marathons, basically any marathon that doesn't involve running), they somehow always end up in Jaehwan's bed. Today is no exception. Though they tried to get up at a reasonable hour to sit down and play that damned computer game that Jaehwan just keeps going on and on about, it took no more than one sleep-deprived yawn with a complimentary ”I'm cold,” from Hongbin before Jaehwan slammed the escape button, wrapped his arms around the younger's shoulders as their lips met for the thousandth time that week, and before they knew it they were stumbling backwards to Jaehwan's bed, sheets still messy since their unenthusiastic rise earlier this morning.
So here they are again, the bed quickly warming up beneath them as Hongbin squirms, Jaehwan holding his own weight up with a knee placed between Hongbin's thighs. Their kisses are hard, breathing sharp and desperate through their noses when they press their bodies together in any way they can figure out how. Hongbin's fingers dare to ghost into Jaehwan's shirt, sliding over warm skin with determination to feel more, closer, harder.
To tell the truth, they're brave for two people who haven't yet dared to put their hands inside each other's pants. They've been together for a while, with Jaehwan expressing his desire for Hongbin on more than one occasion, and the younger's mind is slowly starting to open to the idea. The initial fear is wearing off, and he allows himself to get swept away by Jaehwan's hands on him, carefully avoiding sensitive areas on his body as per Hongbin's earlier wishes. Recently, whenever he and Jaehwan are together, he is aching to be touched. He wants to take Jaehwan's hands and place them directly as his crotch, but he's shy, and he doesn't dare to voice it out loud, so he opts for arching up against Jaehwan, their hips pressing together almost painfully.
Jaehwan pulls back to look at him, and Hongbin does his best not to look away like a blushing school boy (which is exactly what he is, so that makes things difficult) as he pulls his hands out of Jaehwan's shirt to run them down his back and over his ass. Jaehwan makes an unintelligible sound in the back of his throat and presses himself closer, eyes widening as they look back into Hongbin's. Hongbin can't stop the embarrassed, but very satisfied smile at Jaehwan's reaction, and he bites his lip, partly to hide his smugness, partly to test the limits and find ways to tease the other.
He pulls Jaehwan down next to him, among the numerous pillows and blankets Jaehwan sleeps with, so that they're lying side by side. Hongbin kisses him again while he keeps his hand still moving over Jaehwan's ass, and the older's fingers tremble slightly as they grip and tug at Hongbin's t-shirt. Frustrated that Jaehwan doesn't seem to understand the point, Hongbin braces himself before pushing his knee in between Jaehwan's thighs, pushing upwards just a little bit, and when Jaehwan gasps against him he thinks he is going to lose his mind in his arousal. He pushes a little harder, heart pounding harder with excitement when Jaehwan arches against him.
”Ah, Hongbin,” he groans, hands on Hongbin's back, pulling him closer. For a moment, Hongbin tries not to laugh in victory, but when Jaehwan reaches down and slides his hands up and down his thighs, all will to laugh evaporates from his mind, his eyes roll back in his head and he lets out a whine; nothing has ever felt as good as Jaehwan's hands on him.
”Yes,” he breathes back, kissing the other harder in encouragement, as a way to say don't stop. And Jaehwan doesn't; he trails Hongbin's leg to the back of his thigh and then runs his hand over his ass tentatively, reassured by Hongbin's ragged breathing, and squeezes tightly. His hips jerk against Jaehwan's, and he knows he's getting hard, knows that Jaehwan can feel it because he can feel the same reaction from Jaehwan. It's almost too much for his mind to bear, and he pants against Jaehwan's lips where they lie, side by side on the pillow. While Hongbin tries to recover, Jaehwan traces Hongbin's body up to his back, slipping the tips of his fingers in beneath the waistband of his jeans.
There are three sharp knocks on the door and the two boys fly apart. Jaehwan has his phone in his hands in an instant, holding it up above them to make it seem like they're watching something on it, their legs folded at the knees to hide their obvious matching hard-ons. The door opens, and Jaehwan's mother leans in to look at them.
”Oh,” she smiles, ”are you boys still in bed?”
Jaehwan laughs awkwardly in reply. ”Yeah.”
”I just wanted to ask, is there anything you want from the store?” She seems happy, completely oblivious to what went on in the room only seconds before.
”No, I think we're fine.”
Hongbin kicks him in the shin.
”Ah, maybe more ice cream? If that's okay,” Jaehwan adds, knowing perfectly well what that kick means. Hongbin turns to smile at Jaehwan's mother.
”Okay. See you later, then.”
”Yeah,” Jaehwan sighs, and she turns to leave. ”Oh hey, mom?” he adds, and she stops, looking at him attentively. ”Is Sanghyuk still at Sungjae's?”
”No, he came home about half an hour ago. Why?”
Jaehwan slumps back against the pillow. ”Nevermind. Just curious.”
She leaves then, closing the door behind her. Jaehwan chucks his phone away, and they lie there in the silence, listening to the sounds of Jaehwan's mother walking out the front door. They look at each other from across the pillow, bashful smiles playing on their lips as Hongbin slides his hand into Jaehwan's.
He turns over on his side, placing a soft kiss to Jaehwan's shoulder. Jaehwan stares at the ceiling, but his smile grows bigger at the gesture, tugging at Hongbin's heart. ”You almost killed me, you know.”
Hongbin laughs. ”I know.”
Jaehwan shoots him an almost angry glare. ”But you'll tell me, right?”
Hongbin feels embarrassed, almost a little too much so to speak. ”Tell you what?”
”If I'm moving too fast.” Apparently Jaehwan can't bear to look at him now, because his smile fades and he swallows heavily. ”I haven't forgotten what you said, so... I hope you're not afraid to say no.”
”I'm not,” Hongbin hurries. ”I mean... you're not. We're not.”
Jaehwan's eyebrow shoots up. ”Not what?”
Hongbin clears his throat, still hiding half his face in Jaehwan's shirt. ”Moving too fast.”
”Oh.” Jaehwan looks relieved, but then his eyes widen in surprise as he takes in the words. He glances down at Hongbin, scanning his tense, playful expression. ”Oh. Hold on... Are you saying what I think you're saying?”
Hongbin purses his lips, eyes twinkling happily as Jaehwan's brain seems to short circuit. Then he nods, and laughs as he watches Jaehwan's eyes go blank.
”...Oh.” He turns over on his side, too, so that they're facing each other, and his eyes shift over every corner of Hongbin's face, the way they always do when he's worried, thinking too much. It's adorable, because Hongbin knows it's because he doesn't want to pressure him into doing things he doesn't want to. And suddenly, he doesn't feel embarrassed at all, but allows his heart to swell at the thought of showing Jaehwan how much he trusts him.
Suddenly, Jaehwan sighs exasperatedly.
”What?” Hongbin asks, pulling a little at his shirt.
Jaehwan shakes his head. ”I have to come up with a plan to throw my whole family out of this house.”
”Why?”
”You know... so they don't.. ruin things.”
”Hm,” Hongbin says, feeling drunk with remaining arousal and trust. ”Why?” he repeats, fingers quickly sliding down the older's stomach and dipping into his pants to palm the skin of his hipbones. ”You don't think you can be quiet?”
Jaehwan pales.