Dorm Politics
Title: Dorm Politics
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: Banghim, mentions of others
Summary: When Himchan moves back into the dorm, he needs a little help in the shower, what he gets is something else entirely.
Word-count: 5800+
A/N: Use your imagination and suspend all belief in normalcy and all things holy lol
“Hey Himchan hyung, can you give me a hand here? Oh wait you can’t,” Youngjae said, tossing Daehyun a can of juice off the top of the refrigerator. “Get it? He only has one hand -”
“I’ve still got two legs you better watch yourself,” said Himchan forcefully, threatening to kick Youngjae in the back if he didn’t shut his mouth. It was all in good fun, Himchan was used to being teased and his younger band mates were harmless if not annoying at times.
The cast on his hand and wrist was a nuisance, heavy thick white plaster wrapped bandages, serving its duty as an unwanted paperweight with high success, and Himchan hated how it made him feel like a part of him was defective. Everyone around him kept stressing about taking care of the cast (“Oh Himchan, don’t get it wet,” “No you can’t draw all over it, think of the fan pictures!”) lest any further damage be inflicted upon the mending bones. He had already had his share of late night fears of physical therapy and retraining his hand to play instruments again.
Himchan just wanted to be done with it, but there were weeks until his newfound friend would be cut off and Himchan could see his hand again. He was tired of explaining to old friends about how he did something stupid, again, and ended up with broken bones and a cast on his hand. More than enough tears of frustration had been shed in his embarrassing mental breakdowns. Himchan longed for the day when those itches inside his cast could once again be scratched by his own fingers and not random objects he found that fit inside the space left between the cast and his skin.
Having moved back in the dorm now that the risk of reinjuring his hand was lower and the doctor having given him a promising report of the removal of his cast in a few weeks, Himchan was relieved to get out of his parents house. What he hadn’t been expecting was the difficulties of fitting back into dorm life. Gone was the patience his parents had in helping him first maneuver around living with his cast. He had acquired some new skills in his time away if mostly dressing yourself one handed, eating with your non dominant hand, and putting your own arm in a sling counted for a life skill.
The most embarrassing aspect was showering - trumping even using the bathroom - at home Himchan had all the time and hot water he needed. Sure it had been awkward when his mother had to help him wash the first week or so, but he somehow managed to get by (his mom had seen him plenty of times naked as a kid anyway). But, he had forgotten that showering in the dorms equaled less total time and less privacy.
His lengthy shower times landed Himchan in a tight predicament as everyone else complained he took too long in the shower for them to get their own bathroom needs seen to. They had called an emergency group meeting after dance practice, an assemblage of tired and sweaty youth in different physical and mental states: Jongup falling asleep at the kitchen table, Daehyun drinking out of a can of sparkling fruit juice (the added caffeine would only hinder his already bad sleep schedule), Youngjae propped up against the counter with an amused expression, and Junhong stretching out his long legs on the floor. Himchan was the only one not completely exhausted since he was left to only practice foot movements in an effort to not reinjure his hand.
They were all grumbling over their set of general dorm rules that they all agreed were mostly just guidelines.
“I had to shower half asleep yesterday because he took so long!” Daehyun said, voicing his complaint in their impromptu group meeting. “I used my face wash as shampoo before I realized what I was doing. That’s a waste of an expensive face wash.”
Himchan narrowed his eyes, “I don’t see you having to shower one handed, besides you got that face wash as a fan gift.”
“Come on, he showers one handed all the time. One on his dick, the other on his balls,” said Youngjae, a devious look crossing his face as he leaned back against the kitchen counter, arms crossed.
Daehyun cheeks turned a tinge of red, “Fuck you Youngjae, like you’re not masturbating in the shower, making those odd breathy sounds.”
“You listen to me in the shower?”
“It’s not like you’re trying to - ”
Junhong frowned, skin around his nose scrunching and eyebrows lowering. “Hyung’s stop fighting, we’re not getting anywhere. We need to come up with kind of exception to our rules.”
“What do you think we can do about it? Himchan’s going to have to shower eventually I don’t want to deal with his sweaty unwashed body odor,” Youngjae said, nodding his head in Himchan’s direction. “It already smells bad enough in here.”
“Hey, you don’t smell like roses either buddy,” said Himchan annoyed, “if someone could spend a couple minutes and help me wash my hair, more importantly, get the stuff out of the bottles, then I’d get done a lot faster.”
“Well…I guess that sounds reasonable,” Daehyun said.
Jongup sat at the make shift table with a blank look on his face, but that was usual for him when he was zoning off and not paying attention. Himchan snapped the fingers of his good hand in front of Jongup’s face. “Hey wakeup,” he said, voice loud with an edge of harshness creeping in the final syllables. Jongup blinked and stuck his tongue out cutely as if he was monitoring what was happening all along.
“But who’s going to do it?” Junhong asked, looking around the room and sounding thoroughly uninterested in doing it himself. “I have enough problems showering myself with Yongguk hyung always getting on my back let alone helping Himchan hyung.”
“Thank you Junhong for that enlightening information.” Himchan grimaced as if he had smelled something truly revolting.
“So are you suggesting hyung that we stay in the bathroom while you shower? I’ve got other shit to do, unless you’re willing to give me some compensation -” Daehyun said, but his sentence got cut off by Yongguk entering the room.
“So, did you reach a decision yet?” Yongguk came out from their shared bedroom holding a pair of sweats and a towel, his absence showing how little he truly cared about the situation, heading to the bathroom to take his shower before bed.
“You know what,” Youngjae said, a thoughtful expression on his face, “why doesn’t Yongguk hyung just help Himchan hyung shower.”
Daehyun got up quickly off his chair, “Yes, sounds great! Problem solved!” He dragged Jongup out of the other chair and pulled him down the hallway with Youngjae and Junhong following them not too far behind.
Yongguk looked around the empty kitchen, “I think we’ve just been duped. So you need some help taking a shower Himchan?”
He felt like dying right then and there, the last thing Himchan wanted was for his friend speak to him about having to help him wash, he might as well just roll over and wait for the world to finally end.
Yongguk slung the towel over his shoulder, eyebrows lifting up and a small hint of a smile on his lips, and gestured towards the bathroom, “Just grab your stuff and meet me inside.” Yongguk really was too calm and laid back for his own good.
Himchan’s stomach was queasy at the prospect of taking a shower with Yongguk. He had gained some weight around his thighs without the constant exercise, but it wasn’t like they hadn’t seen each other naked before, or hadn’t all spent time in the public baths together. He was accustomed to group nudity, but there was something more intimate about showering together with his hand the way it was and Yongguk having to help him wash. As he walked to the bedroom to get his towel, he pondered the best possible way to murder Youngjae and get away with it.
Yoo Youngjae found great personal enjoyment in finding out other people’s weaknesses. There was a memory Himchan would like to forget involving Youngjae, a drunken bet, and the very first blowjob Himchan had ever given a man. It was on that day that Himchan learned to never make a bet with Youngjae unless he had a very high chance of winning. All he got out of that experience was a sore jaw and an inability to look Youngjae in the eye for days. Whenever Youngjae really wanted something from Himchan he would mime giving a blowjob and fear would strike through Himchan’s chest.
He was rummaging through his still not completely unpacked bag from home when Daehyun came up behind him causing him to have an almost premature heart attack. Himchan threw his towel into the air while Daehyun sat back and laughed like a hyena, head rolling back with obvious excitement.
Finally, Daehyun calmed down and slapped a hand on Himchan’s shoulder, “Hyung, think of Junhong’s innocence when you’re in there with Yongguk hyung. You know about our dorm system here regarding certain things.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Junhong’s innocence?” Himchan said, apparently everyone had gotten hornier in his absence. “He and Jongup have a mutual jerk each other off session while watching porn every Saturday night.”
Daehyun’s eyes widened in disbelief and his jaw hung open, “What?” He flapped his jaw open and shut a few times before making an odd whining noise in the back of his throat. “Why have I never been invited?”
Himchan shrugged Daehyun’s hand off his shoulder, “I don’t know, maybe because Youngjae told them you jerk off to kinky femdom porn.”
“That fucker,” said Daehyun enraged, “Hey Youngjae!” He grabbed the edge of the doorframe roughly as he went to find Youngjae and presumably get into an argument that would likely end up in bruised prides and wounded egos before they kissed and made up, or in their case, sat down and watched porn together. Himchan shook his head, he had seen one too many wads of used tissues in the trash to want to be bothered with whatever Junhong, Jongup, Daehyun, and Youngjae did on their own time.
He preferred to do it at night, preferably in his bed, with his legs spread out wide and his cock pulled out of the fly of his boxers, hand slickened with lotion or his own saliva if that was all that was available. He liked to picture his latest fantasy, someone he saw that day or something he watched on the Internet. The best orgasms he had were when he could hear his other group member’s even breathing of deep slumber (if only for a few hours), the noise of someone else in the room helping him get off. So maybe he had a little bit of an exhibitionist kink, it’s not like he was going to go masturbate in public where he could get caught.
The one time Daehyun came in late and found him stroking away had cemented Daehyun’s use of light sexual blackmail on him as a means to let out his own sexual frustrations. Himchan knew Daehyun wouldn’t actually go around telling the others the details of how he masturbated, but in his opinion, they really didn’t need to know. And if Himchan had to give Daehyun the occasional pity hand job, it was worth the wait until he could turn the tables and get Daehyun to do the same.
It was a precarious arrangement the dorm had set up, a sort of means to release tension without feeling wrong about what you were doing - an exchange of skills and techniques. Some of them used it more than others. Himchan in general liked his privacy, and Daehyun liked to know everyone’s business. No one really knew what Yongguk got up to, but if he was doing something, then he was keeping it on the down low (or everyone was too ashamed to talk about it).
Luckily, with his injury Himchan was freed from the masturbation politics of the dorm, but it also meant that he rarely had a satisfying orgasm as his usual trusty and experienced right hand was currently out of commission.
Throwing his own towel over his shoulder, Himchan grabbed his sleep clothes, a ratty pair of grey sweats and a threadbare shirt with cut off sleeves wide enough to slip his arms in easily. With the clothes bundled under his good arm, Himchan made his way to the bathroom, stepping around the clutter on the floor, to get Yongguk’s promised assistance in the shower.
He found the door to the bathroom was mostly closed, but Himchan could see the outline of Yongguk’s body through the open crack. He pushed the door open wider from where Yongguk had almost closed it, peeking his head in, “Yongguk?” he said carefully, his good hand resting on the doorknob.
Yongguk stood in front of the bathroom mirror, a scissors in hand, and was trimming his armpit hair with thorough precision, tiny hairs landing in the sink. Himchan eyes moved from the hairs on the porcelain to the lean muscles of Yongguk’s back, momentarily feeling both disgusted, impressed and finishing off with slightly envious.
“Yongguk, you’re getting your nasty pit hair all over the sink,” said Himchan, opening the door wide enough to step inside the bathroom, pushing Yongguk to the side slightly to make more room for him to walk past him. It wasn’t like the sink wasn’t already riddled with dried on toothpaste and gobs of face products, but Himchan didn’t want to have to look at hair when he was brushing his teeth because everyone was too tired to clean the sink out.
Yongguk paid Himchan little attention and made his last few final snips with the small sharp edged scissors. “I’ll clean it up stop whining.” Yongguk’s idea of cleaning up was rinsing the sink out with water, but whatever got the job done was good enough.
Himchan dropped his clothes and towel on the ground in a heap and kicked them to the side away from any possible spray from the showerhead. He started to take off his sling, undoing the straps around his neck and slipping out his still healing hand. If there was one good thing about his injury, Himchan was glad he didn’t break bones in both his hand and his arm. He had gotten into the habit of wearing the sling, and even if he didn’t exactly need it as much anymore, Himchan wore it just in case an accident could occur. He was under strict confidence by the company that another accident wouldn’t happen, and he planned to keep it that way.
Finished cleaning the mess he had made in the sink, Yongguk took one look at Himchan and offered to get him undressed. He helped Himchan get his injured arm out of the simple button up shirt Himchan was wearing, hands gripping Himchan’s bicep firmly as he pulled the shirt down from Himchan’s shoulder.
Aside from being briefly mortified, Himchan was grateful for Yongguk’s help although it made him feel too dependent on others for help. Without a shirt on the cool air in the bathroom hit his now unprotected skin, and Himchan could feel his nipples harden and goose bumps form up his arms. “Yongguk turn the shower on, it’s cold!”
Himchan did a one-handed shimmy move to pull down his pants and boxers, hopping out of the pile it made at his feet.
Yongguk fiddled with the knob to get just the right temperature, casually testing the spray of water with one hand. “Don’t you have to wrap that cast up with something?” Himchan was glad Yongguk was busy with the shower and not looking at Himchan, who was now completely naked.
“I’ve been wrapping this plastic bag over my cast,” - Himchan bent down to pick up a long plastic bag off the floor - “I haven’t gotten water on the cast with this yet.”
“Oh, that’s what that is, I was almost going to throw that out the other day.”
Kicking at Yongguk’s shin with his foot, Himchan completely forgot about his nudity and his apprehension of showering with Yongguk. He grumbled as he secured the bag around his hand to insure that the cast would remain waterproof when he stepped in the shower.
“Shut up and wash my hair,” Himchan said, moving into the spray of water and getting doused with warmth from head to toe. “This feels great.” A warm shower on tired muscles and sore limbs was a wonderful sensation.
Yongguk slid into the shower behind him, having taken off the rest of his clothing. He picked up a shampoo bottle and squirted some of its contents into his palm. Himchan was taken aback for a second, good arm holding himself up against the wall so he wouldn’t trip over his own two feet. “I thought you were going to wash my hair and then shower after me?”
“That’s a waste of warm water,” Yongguk said, “besides, it’ll be easier for me to help you like this.” He pulled Himchan’s head closer to him and began to lather the shampoo into Himchan’s hair.
The gentle fingers scraping against Himchan’s scalp as they scrubbed the shampoo into his hair felt ridiculously good. He had a difficult time trying to stop his eyelids from falling shut, general exhaustion and sleepiness kicking in. As the fingers rubbed through his hair, Himchan thought that he could get used to this.
“Are you falling asleep on me?”
Yongguk’s deep voice cut into Himchan’s relaxation time, his eyes shot open, and he frowned. “More wash less talk,” Himchan said, voice low and scratchy. He coughed to clear out his throat.
“For a self proclaimed invalid who needs help washing their hair, you’re really demanding.” Yongguk thrust Himchan’s head under the water, causing Himchan to sputter as water suddenly without warning flowed down his face and shampoo suds ran down his back.
“How about you switch with me and wash with one hand and the other one in a plastic bag.”
Yongguk pushed a bottle of body wash into Himchan’s hand, “Maybe you should put to use that one hand you keep talking out.”
Squeezing the body wash out of its plastic container and into his good hand was another trial in and of itself. Himchan had to squeeze the bottle’s contents on the shoulder of his injured hand to be able to scoop up the soap. “Your kind words mean so much to me Bang Yongguk.”
There was a strange half chuckle that came out of Yongguk’s mouth, a strangled noise that resembled a cross between a huff and a hiccup. Himchan turned his head to stare intensely at Yongguk’s face while Yongguk scrubbed the shampoo into fine white soapy bubbles on the top of his own dyed hair. He looked away and awkwardly rubbed the body wash around his arm and chest; though, it was hard to get into a good position for him to scrub one handed with Yongguk taking up space in the small shower.
Himchan had to bend sideways for Yongguk to pass by him and wash the shampoo out of his hair. Their bodies touching and wet slippery skin gliding past each other aided by Himchan’s attempts to lather the sweat and grime away.
“Yongguk! You’re taking up all the space,” Himchan complained, bracing his hand against the shower wall. “I’m injured here!”
Two hands latched onto Himchan just below his shoulders, pulling Himchan away from the wall and spinning him around so that he was out of the spray of water. He was now out of the shower of water and it was beginning to get cold.
“Now you’re hogging all the water!” The water was beating down on Yongguk’s back from where he was facing Himchan.
Yongguk picked up the bottle of body wash and gave Himchan a stern look, “Himchan.” He spoke softly, stressing the underlying annoyance in his tone with a heavy tongue and a furrowing of his brow.
“What?” Himchan looked at Yongguk, blinking back droplets of water caught on his eyelashes from the slow dripping down from the hair plastered on his forehead. There must have been a pitiful expression on his face because Yongguk hung his head and let the water bounce off his neck. They stood like that for a short moment in time, Yongguk’s hands feeling very strong and real on his arms, a slow tingle rising up and down his arms to reach even the sensitive parts of his injured hand. For just that second, Himchan felt like he was somewhere else, a stirring of something tumultuous rising from within him.
Himchan became incredibly curious with how Yongguk took care of his ‘daily needs.’ Certainly, Yongguk must be taking the time to touch himself, unless, maybe he had a secret girlfriend, or he had a stronger resolve than the rest of them had. Himchan could use some time to see to his own ‘needs,’ but he didn’t feel comfortable just grabbing his cock and going at it with Yongguk’s eyes boring holes in his head while he watched.
The soft patter of water hitting the floor drew Himchan out of his resolve, and as quickly as the feeling washed over him it faded away. “Yongguk?” Himchan said, swiping his wet hair out of his field of vision, “I need to wash my legs, and uh…some other places…you know…” His voice trailed off and he avoided looking at Yongguk. “You forgot about conditioner too…”
Yongguk hesitated for a split second, about to hand the bottle of body wash over to Himchan, but he stopped and picked up the conditioner instead, squeezing a pea sized amount into both his and Himchan’s hand.
“Let’s cooperate, you do mine and I’ll do yours,” said Yongguk, a small quirky smile on his face. Yongguk was always smiling, sometimes even when he was mad, it was more frightening than the idea of him pushing him around.
Himchan squished the conditioner in his hand, the thicker than shampoo hair product sliding between his fingers reminding him of a specialty face cream. “Sure, if you want to, your loss.”
Honestly, Himchan was more than happy to get Yongguk’s fingers running through his hair a second time, and if he did a half assed job on Yongguk’s own hair, well there wasn’t much of it to cover.
They huddled close together to wash off the conditioner, simultaneously rubbing face wash into their cheeks and skin of their face, laughing when they bumped heads trying to fight for the best access to the showerhead. Yongguk’s hand came snaking around Himchan’s shoulders, startling him, to steady Himchan as he was shoved closer to the spray of water.
Yongguk grabbed the body wash that had been abandoned earlier, “Here, I’ll wash your back for you, and you can finish up.”
“Thanks, I don’t remember the last time that was washed,” Himchan said, “I can’t wait until this cast comes off. I can’t wash properly, I can’t eat properly, I had to learn how to piss with my other hand, and don’t even get me started on masturbating with your non preferred hand.”
Yongguk clicked his tongue and Himchan could feel him washing down his back, hands moving down his skin causing some embarrassing sensations to gather where they shouldn’t, especially towards friends, dorm masturbation politics be damned. The upper corner of his top lip raised as felt disturbed by his own thoughts.
To diffuse the awkwardness of his feelings, Himchan laughed it off and kept talking while he was aware of Yongguk switching between washing his own body and helping Himchan with the areas that he couldn’t reach. “So, yeah, maybe they should have just given me some new robot implants and just fixed my whole hand while they were at it. Then I could come back and take Junhong’s position as the robot of the group -”
Meanwhile, Yongguk hummed while Himchan was talking, Himchan believing he was deep in concentration on getting clean. Himchan was about to launch into another anecdote, when he felt a hand slip over his ass and between his parted legs; he let out an unmanly squeak of surprise.
“I can still wash that by my self,” - the hand slid against Himchan’s sensitized flesh - “shit,” he breathed out strongly through his nose, “do that again.”
“This?” Yongguk dragged his hand over Himchan’s genitals, the soap residue in his palm mussing up Himchan’s neatly trimmed hair. “How long has it been?”
“Too long,” said Himchan, his own good hand finding purchase on his stomach, at the tiny bump of fat he had around his bellybutton that he hated - he’d be drinking black coffee and ditching the creamers for a while - “you sure about this?”
This was a surprise, Yongguk was never against their ‘brotherly bonding,’ he gave some tips out that Himchan found incredibly satisfying, but it was rare that he ever took part in the activities.
Yongguk stroked his hand over Himchan’s slowly hardening cock, the excitement of someone else touching him making Himchan’s breath hitch uncontrollably. The hand was removed and replaced by two that wrapped around Himchan’s waist and cradled him, fondling and tugging until the limp organ became flushed with blood and began to stand upright.
Biting his lower lip, Himchan let out a harsh gasp as Yongguk’s thumb teased the head, pulling down on the skin and running his finger along the circumference before flicking over the slit. There was a tingle of tension mounting in the muscles around Himchan’s groin and stomach, a promise building for something to come.
“Does this feel better?” Yongguk’s voice was low and gravelly right next to Himchan’s ear, and Himchan leaned back, his head bumping into Yongguk’s shoulder, feeling the press of Yongguk’s body against his back. Himchan was finding it troublesome trying to swallow down the small noises his mouth was threatening to make every time Yongguk fisted up on his cock, the member trapped in between the circle made by Yongguk’s hand.
“Shhh,” Yongguk said, low and even toned, “you can let it out. It’s been tough hasn’t it?”
Head lolling on the hard line of Yongguk’s shoulder, a tiny whine forced itself out of Himchan’s throat, the sensation of slick soapy hand and warm running water down his body being finally too much to ignore. He could feel his cock swell and become firmer, pointing further upright in Yongguk’s hand.
Himchan could tell that he wasn’t the only one getting aroused by the situation they were in. Yongguk’s cock was hard and he could feel it moving against his ass with each sway of their bodies back and forth. “Do you want to help you out with that too?” Himchan asked, though unsure of how he could manage it in their current position. He kept his plastic wrapped injured hand close to his body and out of the way.
The hand on his cock went away, and Himchan nearly said something at the loss, but Yongguk’s hands grabbed a hold of Himchan’s hips and ass, making him spread his legs wider.
“Stand up straight first,” Yongguk said, and Himchan did as he commanded, going up slightly on his tiptoes to increase his height. Yongguk hunched over minutely and slid his cock between the opening of Himchan’s legs, water and soap making its passage slippery as Yongguk thrust forward experimentally.
Himchan had to throw his good arm out in front of him and use it to support himself against the wall. The parting of his legs was clamped shut just enough for Yongguk to slide in and out, Yongguk’s strong hands digging into his hips. He could feel Yongguk’s cock rubbing across the curve of his ass and sliding up to his balls, causing his own cock to swing to the side. There was a fiery ball of warmth forming low in his pelvis, his head dropping forward and the water hitting him directly down his back where he could feel it running down his ass and thighs.
“This is new,” Himchan said, his voice husky with pleasure. Yongguk brought a hand around to jerk Himchan off, but this time more firm and harsh. He felt his cock twitch as Yongguk played with it, alternating between fisting the shaft and rolling the head around in his palm.
“You sound like you’re enjoying it. Do you want me to stop?” Yongguk teased. The hand on Himchan’s cock stalled, but Yongguk kept thrusting away at Himchan’s thighs. “Your thighs are too sexy to be a man’s.”
Himchan’s breath caught in his throat, “Fuck you too Yongguk you skinny fuck chicken legs no ass guppy mouth son of a bitch.” He wanted his words to sound more biting, more upset, but they came out as a choked out series of groans. Himchan’s body and weight was still a sore issue for him, and as an idol he obsessively monitored himself even more than he did when he was initially trying to lose weight - it was a problem and he knew it.
He was afraid he would relapse back to his old ways and soon the pounds would pack on and he’d be fat again and they'd have to roll him around to fit through the doorways.
“But I like them like this, they’re perfect just the way they are. You don’t have to worry so much all the time, you’re sexy with something going on back here,” Yongguk punctuated his statement by grabbing a handful of Himchan’s ass. Voicing his surprise, Himchan turned his head as far to the side as he could to give Yongguk his best-displeased look. Yongguk may not be able to fix his dieting problem, but it was reassuring to know that he wasn’t a fat hideous lump.
“You’re a real charmer you know,” Himchan said, having to stop and shake the water out of his ears, “and this isn’t gay at all.”
Yongguk snorted and pulled Himchan’s body closer to his own, Himchan’s back bumping up against Yongguk’s chest, feeling the scrape of Yongguk’s hard nipples on his skin.
“Says the one with my dick between their legs. What did you call me? Chicken legs no ass guppy mouth son of bitch? Who’s the real bitch here?”
“If your hand wasn’t on my dick right now I’d hit you,” Himchan said, trying to balance himself, keep water out of his eyes and ears, and hold a conversation while his cock was throbbing and aching for Yongguk to move faster.
As if spurned on by Himchan’s sharp comment, Yongguk made a move with his hand that he hadn’t done before, large hand encircling the shaft and tugging, his other hand flat on Himchan’s pelvis to hold him in place. Himchan found himself moaning, hips bucking into Yongguk’s hand, the friction felt so good and heady, his heart rate increasing rapidly with each stroke.
He knew he didn’t have much control left in him, and there was only moments remaining before his knees would lock up, toes curling, and his stomach and back would spasm with a rush of exhilaration spreading through his nerves like lightning.
“Yongguk - Yongguk,” Himchan said, panting out Yongguk’s name with every stroke and every thrust of Yongguk’s cock past his thighs a solid push of the pleasure center in his brain telling him to just let go. Yongguk didn’t let up; whispering words about how dirty Himchan looked soaking wet with water pouring down his back and his cock fucking his thighs.
Himchan let out a strangled cry, unable to hold on with the picture of what Yongguk was saying forming in his head and Yongguk’s deep voice uttering in his ear, and he lost it, an eruption of relief coming over him as he came. For a second he forgot how to breathe, eyes widening but not registering what he was seeing. His muscles tensed and relaxed when his cock released all over Yongguk’s hand and the wall, most of it being washed away by the water instantly.
For those seconds of pure ecstasy, Himchan could barely react to what was happening, to Yongguk letting go of his cock and gripping his hips with both hands and fucking him hard until he too came, eyes rolling back, warmth splashing on the insides of his thighs, a muffled grunt into Himchan’s shoulder.
The sound of the running water and their harsh pants and the internal noise of their slowing heartbeats were the only sound in the room. Himchan cleared his throat, pulling himself up and slipping Yongguk’s cock out of his thighs, hips slightly sore and bruised where Yongguk held on to him tightly. Yongguk shut the shower off, both of them were waterlogged and their skin was beginning to shrivel.
“Thanks for helping me wash my hair,” said Himchan dazed, allowing Yongguk to wrap his towel around his shoulders. “But I don’t think they’re going to let us shower together again.”
Yongguk grinned, his teeth and gums showing, “No I suppose not.”
“Hey, if you ever need a hand, well, I’m the one around here who needs a hand,” - Himchan laughed at his own wording - “but you know, if you ever find your self in need of releasing some…tension, I’m here.”
Yongguk winked at him, “It’s just dorm politics Himchan.” He wacked his towel across Himchan’s back. “But, you’re my bitch for now,” he said with a devilish grin that was rather unbecoming on his normally calm face. “I’ve got a nice pair of women’s tights that would look great on those thighs.”
Motherfucking dorm politics, Himchan thought, this was why was he always getting sexually blackmailed.
**
“So what, did you drop the soap in there or something?”
“Shut up Daehyun, go watch your fetish porn.”
Daehyun sat up from his position on his bed, “Maybe I will, I’ve got some ropes in my bag, want to try it out?”
“I’d rather suck a dick.” The last thing Himchan wanted was for Daehyun to practice his fantasies out on him as a source of a warm body. Himchan could only hope that when Daehyun found a wife he would find one that didn’t mind his alternate lifestyle.
“That can be arranged.”
Himchan wondered if he could beg the company that this was a bad idea and ask to be sent back home.
“Hey Youngjae - ” said Daehyun, throwing a pillow at Youngjae’s bed.
That was it, Himchan thought; he was sleeping with Yongguk tonight. He shoved the Yongguk shaped lump on the bed to the side and crawled under the covers. Himchan could see Daehyun’s scrunched up face in the dim light. With a smug look on his face, Himchan curled up on his good side, and smiled when he felt an arm curl over his waist. That was more like it.
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: Banghim, mentions of others
Summary: When Himchan moves back into the dorm, he needs a little help in the shower, what he gets is something else entirely.
Word-count: 5800+
A/N: Use your imagination and suspend all belief in normalcy and all things holy lol
“Hey Himchan hyung, can you give me a hand here? Oh wait you can’t,” Youngjae said, tossing Daehyun a can of juice off the top of the refrigerator. “Get it? He only has one hand -”
“I’ve still got two legs you better watch yourself,” said Himchan forcefully, threatening to kick Youngjae in the back if he didn’t shut his mouth. It was all in good fun, Himchan was used to being teased and his younger band mates were harmless if not annoying at times.
The cast on his hand and wrist was a nuisance, heavy thick white plaster wrapped bandages, serving its duty as an unwanted paperweight with high success, and Himchan hated how it made him feel like a part of him was defective. Everyone around him kept stressing about taking care of the cast (“Oh Himchan, don’t get it wet,” “No you can’t draw all over it, think of the fan pictures!”) lest any further damage be inflicted upon the mending bones. He had already had his share of late night fears of physical therapy and retraining his hand to play instruments again.
Himchan just wanted to be done with it, but there were weeks until his newfound friend would be cut off and Himchan could see his hand again. He was tired of explaining to old friends about how he did something stupid, again, and ended up with broken bones and a cast on his hand. More than enough tears of frustration had been shed in his embarrassing mental breakdowns. Himchan longed for the day when those itches inside his cast could once again be scratched by his own fingers and not random objects he found that fit inside the space left between the cast and his skin.
Having moved back in the dorm now that the risk of reinjuring his hand was lower and the doctor having given him a promising report of the removal of his cast in a few weeks, Himchan was relieved to get out of his parents house. What he hadn’t been expecting was the difficulties of fitting back into dorm life. Gone was the patience his parents had in helping him first maneuver around living with his cast. He had acquired some new skills in his time away if mostly dressing yourself one handed, eating with your non dominant hand, and putting your own arm in a sling counted for a life skill.
The most embarrassing aspect was showering - trumping even using the bathroom - at home Himchan had all the time and hot water he needed. Sure it had been awkward when his mother had to help him wash the first week or so, but he somehow managed to get by (his mom had seen him plenty of times naked as a kid anyway). But, he had forgotten that showering in the dorms equaled less total time and less privacy.
His lengthy shower times landed Himchan in a tight predicament as everyone else complained he took too long in the shower for them to get their own bathroom needs seen to. They had called an emergency group meeting after dance practice, an assemblage of tired and sweaty youth in different physical and mental states: Jongup falling asleep at the kitchen table, Daehyun drinking out of a can of sparkling fruit juice (the added caffeine would only hinder his already bad sleep schedule), Youngjae propped up against the counter with an amused expression, and Junhong stretching out his long legs on the floor. Himchan was the only one not completely exhausted since he was left to only practice foot movements in an effort to not reinjure his hand.
They were all grumbling over their set of general dorm rules that they all agreed were mostly just guidelines.
“I had to shower half asleep yesterday because he took so long!” Daehyun said, voicing his complaint in their impromptu group meeting. “I used my face wash as shampoo before I realized what I was doing. That’s a waste of an expensive face wash.”
Himchan narrowed his eyes, “I don’t see you having to shower one handed, besides you got that face wash as a fan gift.”
“Come on, he showers one handed all the time. One on his dick, the other on his balls,” said Youngjae, a devious look crossing his face as he leaned back against the kitchen counter, arms crossed.
Daehyun cheeks turned a tinge of red, “Fuck you Youngjae, like you’re not masturbating in the shower, making those odd breathy sounds.”
“You listen to me in the shower?”
“It’s not like you’re trying to - ”
Junhong frowned, skin around his nose scrunching and eyebrows lowering. “Hyung’s stop fighting, we’re not getting anywhere. We need to come up with kind of exception to our rules.”
“What do you think we can do about it? Himchan’s going to have to shower eventually I don’t want to deal with his sweaty unwashed body odor,” Youngjae said, nodding his head in Himchan’s direction. “It already smells bad enough in here.”
“Hey, you don’t smell like roses either buddy,” said Himchan annoyed, “if someone could spend a couple minutes and help me wash my hair, more importantly, get the stuff out of the bottles, then I’d get done a lot faster.”
“Well…I guess that sounds reasonable,” Daehyun said.
Jongup sat at the make shift table with a blank look on his face, but that was usual for him when he was zoning off and not paying attention. Himchan snapped the fingers of his good hand in front of Jongup’s face. “Hey wakeup,” he said, voice loud with an edge of harshness creeping in the final syllables. Jongup blinked and stuck his tongue out cutely as if he was monitoring what was happening all along.
“But who’s going to do it?” Junhong asked, looking around the room and sounding thoroughly uninterested in doing it himself. “I have enough problems showering myself with Yongguk hyung always getting on my back let alone helping Himchan hyung.”
“Thank you Junhong for that enlightening information.” Himchan grimaced as if he had smelled something truly revolting.
“So are you suggesting hyung that we stay in the bathroom while you shower? I’ve got other shit to do, unless you’re willing to give me some compensation -” Daehyun said, but his sentence got cut off by Yongguk entering the room.
“So, did you reach a decision yet?” Yongguk came out from their shared bedroom holding a pair of sweats and a towel, his absence showing how little he truly cared about the situation, heading to the bathroom to take his shower before bed.
“You know what,” Youngjae said, a thoughtful expression on his face, “why doesn’t Yongguk hyung just help Himchan hyung shower.”
Daehyun got up quickly off his chair, “Yes, sounds great! Problem solved!” He dragged Jongup out of the other chair and pulled him down the hallway with Youngjae and Junhong following them not too far behind.
Yongguk looked around the empty kitchen, “I think we’ve just been duped. So you need some help taking a shower Himchan?”
He felt like dying right then and there, the last thing Himchan wanted was for his friend speak to him about having to help him wash, he might as well just roll over and wait for the world to finally end.
Yongguk slung the towel over his shoulder, eyebrows lifting up and a small hint of a smile on his lips, and gestured towards the bathroom, “Just grab your stuff and meet me inside.” Yongguk really was too calm and laid back for his own good.
Himchan’s stomach was queasy at the prospect of taking a shower with Yongguk. He had gained some weight around his thighs without the constant exercise, but it wasn’t like they hadn’t seen each other naked before, or hadn’t all spent time in the public baths together. He was accustomed to group nudity, but there was something more intimate about showering together with his hand the way it was and Yongguk having to help him wash. As he walked to the bedroom to get his towel, he pondered the best possible way to murder Youngjae and get away with it.
Yoo Youngjae found great personal enjoyment in finding out other people’s weaknesses. There was a memory Himchan would like to forget involving Youngjae, a drunken bet, and the very first blowjob Himchan had ever given a man. It was on that day that Himchan learned to never make a bet with Youngjae unless he had a very high chance of winning. All he got out of that experience was a sore jaw and an inability to look Youngjae in the eye for days. Whenever Youngjae really wanted something from Himchan he would mime giving a blowjob and fear would strike through Himchan’s chest.
He was rummaging through his still not completely unpacked bag from home when Daehyun came up behind him causing him to have an almost premature heart attack. Himchan threw his towel into the air while Daehyun sat back and laughed like a hyena, head rolling back with obvious excitement.
Finally, Daehyun calmed down and slapped a hand on Himchan’s shoulder, “Hyung, think of Junhong’s innocence when you’re in there with Yongguk hyung. You know about our dorm system here regarding certain things.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Junhong’s innocence?” Himchan said, apparently everyone had gotten hornier in his absence. “He and Jongup have a mutual jerk each other off session while watching porn every Saturday night.”
Daehyun’s eyes widened in disbelief and his jaw hung open, “What?” He flapped his jaw open and shut a few times before making an odd whining noise in the back of his throat. “Why have I never been invited?”
Himchan shrugged Daehyun’s hand off his shoulder, “I don’t know, maybe because Youngjae told them you jerk off to kinky femdom porn.”
“That fucker,” said Daehyun enraged, “Hey Youngjae!” He grabbed the edge of the doorframe roughly as he went to find Youngjae and presumably get into an argument that would likely end up in bruised prides and wounded egos before they kissed and made up, or in their case, sat down and watched porn together. Himchan shook his head, he had seen one too many wads of used tissues in the trash to want to be bothered with whatever Junhong, Jongup, Daehyun, and Youngjae did on their own time.
He preferred to do it at night, preferably in his bed, with his legs spread out wide and his cock pulled out of the fly of his boxers, hand slickened with lotion or his own saliva if that was all that was available. He liked to picture his latest fantasy, someone he saw that day or something he watched on the Internet. The best orgasms he had were when he could hear his other group member’s even breathing of deep slumber (if only for a few hours), the noise of someone else in the room helping him get off. So maybe he had a little bit of an exhibitionist kink, it’s not like he was going to go masturbate in public where he could get caught.
The one time Daehyun came in late and found him stroking away had cemented Daehyun’s use of light sexual blackmail on him as a means to let out his own sexual frustrations. Himchan knew Daehyun wouldn’t actually go around telling the others the details of how he masturbated, but in his opinion, they really didn’t need to know. And if Himchan had to give Daehyun the occasional pity hand job, it was worth the wait until he could turn the tables and get Daehyun to do the same.
It was a precarious arrangement the dorm had set up, a sort of means to release tension without feeling wrong about what you were doing - an exchange of skills and techniques. Some of them used it more than others. Himchan in general liked his privacy, and Daehyun liked to know everyone’s business. No one really knew what Yongguk got up to, but if he was doing something, then he was keeping it on the down low (or everyone was too ashamed to talk about it).
Luckily, with his injury Himchan was freed from the masturbation politics of the dorm, but it also meant that he rarely had a satisfying orgasm as his usual trusty and experienced right hand was currently out of commission.
Throwing his own towel over his shoulder, Himchan grabbed his sleep clothes, a ratty pair of grey sweats and a threadbare shirt with cut off sleeves wide enough to slip his arms in easily. With the clothes bundled under his good arm, Himchan made his way to the bathroom, stepping around the clutter on the floor, to get Yongguk’s promised assistance in the shower.
He found the door to the bathroom was mostly closed, but Himchan could see the outline of Yongguk’s body through the open crack. He pushed the door open wider from where Yongguk had almost closed it, peeking his head in, “Yongguk?” he said carefully, his good hand resting on the doorknob.
Yongguk stood in front of the bathroom mirror, a scissors in hand, and was trimming his armpit hair with thorough precision, tiny hairs landing in the sink. Himchan eyes moved from the hairs on the porcelain to the lean muscles of Yongguk’s back, momentarily feeling both disgusted, impressed and finishing off with slightly envious.
“Yongguk, you’re getting your nasty pit hair all over the sink,” said Himchan, opening the door wide enough to step inside the bathroom, pushing Yongguk to the side slightly to make more room for him to walk past him. It wasn’t like the sink wasn’t already riddled with dried on toothpaste and gobs of face products, but Himchan didn’t want to have to look at hair when he was brushing his teeth because everyone was too tired to clean the sink out.
Yongguk paid Himchan little attention and made his last few final snips with the small sharp edged scissors. “I’ll clean it up stop whining.” Yongguk’s idea of cleaning up was rinsing the sink out with water, but whatever got the job done was good enough.
Himchan dropped his clothes and towel on the ground in a heap and kicked them to the side away from any possible spray from the showerhead. He started to take off his sling, undoing the straps around his neck and slipping out his still healing hand. If there was one good thing about his injury, Himchan was glad he didn’t break bones in both his hand and his arm. He had gotten into the habit of wearing the sling, and even if he didn’t exactly need it as much anymore, Himchan wore it just in case an accident could occur. He was under strict confidence by the company that another accident wouldn’t happen, and he planned to keep it that way.
Finished cleaning the mess he had made in the sink, Yongguk took one look at Himchan and offered to get him undressed. He helped Himchan get his injured arm out of the simple button up shirt Himchan was wearing, hands gripping Himchan’s bicep firmly as he pulled the shirt down from Himchan’s shoulder.
Aside from being briefly mortified, Himchan was grateful for Yongguk’s help although it made him feel too dependent on others for help. Without a shirt on the cool air in the bathroom hit his now unprotected skin, and Himchan could feel his nipples harden and goose bumps form up his arms. “Yongguk turn the shower on, it’s cold!”
Himchan did a one-handed shimmy move to pull down his pants and boxers, hopping out of the pile it made at his feet.
Yongguk fiddled with the knob to get just the right temperature, casually testing the spray of water with one hand. “Don’t you have to wrap that cast up with something?” Himchan was glad Yongguk was busy with the shower and not looking at Himchan, who was now completely naked.
“I’ve been wrapping this plastic bag over my cast,” - Himchan bent down to pick up a long plastic bag off the floor - “I haven’t gotten water on the cast with this yet.”
“Oh, that’s what that is, I was almost going to throw that out the other day.”
Kicking at Yongguk’s shin with his foot, Himchan completely forgot about his nudity and his apprehension of showering with Yongguk. He grumbled as he secured the bag around his hand to insure that the cast would remain waterproof when he stepped in the shower.
“Shut up and wash my hair,” Himchan said, moving into the spray of water and getting doused with warmth from head to toe. “This feels great.” A warm shower on tired muscles and sore limbs was a wonderful sensation.
Yongguk slid into the shower behind him, having taken off the rest of his clothing. He picked up a shampoo bottle and squirted some of its contents into his palm. Himchan was taken aback for a second, good arm holding himself up against the wall so he wouldn’t trip over his own two feet. “I thought you were going to wash my hair and then shower after me?”
“That’s a waste of warm water,” Yongguk said, “besides, it’ll be easier for me to help you like this.” He pulled Himchan’s head closer to him and began to lather the shampoo into Himchan’s hair.
The gentle fingers scraping against Himchan’s scalp as they scrubbed the shampoo into his hair felt ridiculously good. He had a difficult time trying to stop his eyelids from falling shut, general exhaustion and sleepiness kicking in. As the fingers rubbed through his hair, Himchan thought that he could get used to this.
“Are you falling asleep on me?”
Yongguk’s deep voice cut into Himchan’s relaxation time, his eyes shot open, and he frowned. “More wash less talk,” Himchan said, voice low and scratchy. He coughed to clear out his throat.
“For a self proclaimed invalid who needs help washing their hair, you’re really demanding.” Yongguk thrust Himchan’s head under the water, causing Himchan to sputter as water suddenly without warning flowed down his face and shampoo suds ran down his back.
“How about you switch with me and wash with one hand and the other one in a plastic bag.”
Yongguk pushed a bottle of body wash into Himchan’s hand, “Maybe you should put to use that one hand you keep talking out.”
Squeezing the body wash out of its plastic container and into his good hand was another trial in and of itself. Himchan had to squeeze the bottle’s contents on the shoulder of his injured hand to be able to scoop up the soap. “Your kind words mean so much to me Bang Yongguk.”
There was a strange half chuckle that came out of Yongguk’s mouth, a strangled noise that resembled a cross between a huff and a hiccup. Himchan turned his head to stare intensely at Yongguk’s face while Yongguk scrubbed the shampoo into fine white soapy bubbles on the top of his own dyed hair. He looked away and awkwardly rubbed the body wash around his arm and chest; though, it was hard to get into a good position for him to scrub one handed with Yongguk taking up space in the small shower.
Himchan had to bend sideways for Yongguk to pass by him and wash the shampoo out of his hair. Their bodies touching and wet slippery skin gliding past each other aided by Himchan’s attempts to lather the sweat and grime away.
“Yongguk! You’re taking up all the space,” Himchan complained, bracing his hand against the shower wall. “I’m injured here!”
Two hands latched onto Himchan just below his shoulders, pulling Himchan away from the wall and spinning him around so that he was out of the spray of water. He was now out of the shower of water and it was beginning to get cold.
“Now you’re hogging all the water!” The water was beating down on Yongguk’s back from where he was facing Himchan.
Yongguk picked up the bottle of body wash and gave Himchan a stern look, “Himchan.” He spoke softly, stressing the underlying annoyance in his tone with a heavy tongue and a furrowing of his brow.
“What?” Himchan looked at Yongguk, blinking back droplets of water caught on his eyelashes from the slow dripping down from the hair plastered on his forehead. There must have been a pitiful expression on his face because Yongguk hung his head and let the water bounce off his neck. They stood like that for a short moment in time, Yongguk’s hands feeling very strong and real on his arms, a slow tingle rising up and down his arms to reach even the sensitive parts of his injured hand. For just that second, Himchan felt like he was somewhere else, a stirring of something tumultuous rising from within him.
Himchan became incredibly curious with how Yongguk took care of his ‘daily needs.’ Certainly, Yongguk must be taking the time to touch himself, unless, maybe he had a secret girlfriend, or he had a stronger resolve than the rest of them had. Himchan could use some time to see to his own ‘needs,’ but he didn’t feel comfortable just grabbing his cock and going at it with Yongguk’s eyes boring holes in his head while he watched.
The soft patter of water hitting the floor drew Himchan out of his resolve, and as quickly as the feeling washed over him it faded away. “Yongguk?” Himchan said, swiping his wet hair out of his field of vision, “I need to wash my legs, and uh…some other places…you know…” His voice trailed off and he avoided looking at Yongguk. “You forgot about conditioner too…”
Yongguk hesitated for a split second, about to hand the bottle of body wash over to Himchan, but he stopped and picked up the conditioner instead, squeezing a pea sized amount into both his and Himchan’s hand.
“Let’s cooperate, you do mine and I’ll do yours,” said Yongguk, a small quirky smile on his face. Yongguk was always smiling, sometimes even when he was mad, it was more frightening than the idea of him pushing him around.
Himchan squished the conditioner in his hand, the thicker than shampoo hair product sliding between his fingers reminding him of a specialty face cream. “Sure, if you want to, your loss.”
Honestly, Himchan was more than happy to get Yongguk’s fingers running through his hair a second time, and if he did a half assed job on Yongguk’s own hair, well there wasn’t much of it to cover.
They huddled close together to wash off the conditioner, simultaneously rubbing face wash into their cheeks and skin of their face, laughing when they bumped heads trying to fight for the best access to the showerhead. Yongguk’s hand came snaking around Himchan’s shoulders, startling him, to steady Himchan as he was shoved closer to the spray of water.
Yongguk grabbed the body wash that had been abandoned earlier, “Here, I’ll wash your back for you, and you can finish up.”
“Thanks, I don’t remember the last time that was washed,” Himchan said, “I can’t wait until this cast comes off. I can’t wash properly, I can’t eat properly, I had to learn how to piss with my other hand, and don’t even get me started on masturbating with your non preferred hand.”
Yongguk clicked his tongue and Himchan could feel him washing down his back, hands moving down his skin causing some embarrassing sensations to gather where they shouldn’t, especially towards friends, dorm masturbation politics be damned. The upper corner of his top lip raised as felt disturbed by his own thoughts.
To diffuse the awkwardness of his feelings, Himchan laughed it off and kept talking while he was aware of Yongguk switching between washing his own body and helping Himchan with the areas that he couldn’t reach. “So, yeah, maybe they should have just given me some new robot implants and just fixed my whole hand while they were at it. Then I could come back and take Junhong’s position as the robot of the group -”
Meanwhile, Yongguk hummed while Himchan was talking, Himchan believing he was deep in concentration on getting clean. Himchan was about to launch into another anecdote, when he felt a hand slip over his ass and between his parted legs; he let out an unmanly squeak of surprise.
“I can still wash that by my self,” - the hand slid against Himchan’s sensitized flesh - “shit,” he breathed out strongly through his nose, “do that again.”
“This?” Yongguk dragged his hand over Himchan’s genitals, the soap residue in his palm mussing up Himchan’s neatly trimmed hair. “How long has it been?”
“Too long,” said Himchan, his own good hand finding purchase on his stomach, at the tiny bump of fat he had around his bellybutton that he hated - he’d be drinking black coffee and ditching the creamers for a while - “you sure about this?”
This was a surprise, Yongguk was never against their ‘brotherly bonding,’ he gave some tips out that Himchan found incredibly satisfying, but it was rare that he ever took part in the activities.
Yongguk stroked his hand over Himchan’s slowly hardening cock, the excitement of someone else touching him making Himchan’s breath hitch uncontrollably. The hand was removed and replaced by two that wrapped around Himchan’s waist and cradled him, fondling and tugging until the limp organ became flushed with blood and began to stand upright.
Biting his lower lip, Himchan let out a harsh gasp as Yongguk’s thumb teased the head, pulling down on the skin and running his finger along the circumference before flicking over the slit. There was a tingle of tension mounting in the muscles around Himchan’s groin and stomach, a promise building for something to come.
“Does this feel better?” Yongguk’s voice was low and gravelly right next to Himchan’s ear, and Himchan leaned back, his head bumping into Yongguk’s shoulder, feeling the press of Yongguk’s body against his back. Himchan was finding it troublesome trying to swallow down the small noises his mouth was threatening to make every time Yongguk fisted up on his cock, the member trapped in between the circle made by Yongguk’s hand.
“Shhh,” Yongguk said, low and even toned, “you can let it out. It’s been tough hasn’t it?”
Head lolling on the hard line of Yongguk’s shoulder, a tiny whine forced itself out of Himchan’s throat, the sensation of slick soapy hand and warm running water down his body being finally too much to ignore. He could feel his cock swell and become firmer, pointing further upright in Yongguk’s hand.
Himchan could tell that he wasn’t the only one getting aroused by the situation they were in. Yongguk’s cock was hard and he could feel it moving against his ass with each sway of their bodies back and forth. “Do you want to help you out with that too?” Himchan asked, though unsure of how he could manage it in their current position. He kept his plastic wrapped injured hand close to his body and out of the way.
The hand on his cock went away, and Himchan nearly said something at the loss, but Yongguk’s hands grabbed a hold of Himchan’s hips and ass, making him spread his legs wider.
“Stand up straight first,” Yongguk said, and Himchan did as he commanded, going up slightly on his tiptoes to increase his height. Yongguk hunched over minutely and slid his cock between the opening of Himchan’s legs, water and soap making its passage slippery as Yongguk thrust forward experimentally.
Himchan had to throw his good arm out in front of him and use it to support himself against the wall. The parting of his legs was clamped shut just enough for Yongguk to slide in and out, Yongguk’s strong hands digging into his hips. He could feel Yongguk’s cock rubbing across the curve of his ass and sliding up to his balls, causing his own cock to swing to the side. There was a fiery ball of warmth forming low in his pelvis, his head dropping forward and the water hitting him directly down his back where he could feel it running down his ass and thighs.
“This is new,” Himchan said, his voice husky with pleasure. Yongguk brought a hand around to jerk Himchan off, but this time more firm and harsh. He felt his cock twitch as Yongguk played with it, alternating between fisting the shaft and rolling the head around in his palm.
“You sound like you’re enjoying it. Do you want me to stop?” Yongguk teased. The hand on Himchan’s cock stalled, but Yongguk kept thrusting away at Himchan’s thighs. “Your thighs are too sexy to be a man’s.”
Himchan’s breath caught in his throat, “Fuck you too Yongguk you skinny fuck chicken legs no ass guppy mouth son of a bitch.” He wanted his words to sound more biting, more upset, but they came out as a choked out series of groans. Himchan’s body and weight was still a sore issue for him, and as an idol he obsessively monitored himself even more than he did when he was initially trying to lose weight - it was a problem and he knew it.
He was afraid he would relapse back to his old ways and soon the pounds would pack on and he’d be fat again and they'd have to roll him around to fit through the doorways.
“But I like them like this, they’re perfect just the way they are. You don’t have to worry so much all the time, you’re sexy with something going on back here,” Yongguk punctuated his statement by grabbing a handful of Himchan’s ass. Voicing his surprise, Himchan turned his head as far to the side as he could to give Yongguk his best-displeased look. Yongguk may not be able to fix his dieting problem, but it was reassuring to know that he wasn’t a fat hideous lump.
“You’re a real charmer you know,” Himchan said, having to stop and shake the water out of his ears, “and this isn’t gay at all.”
Yongguk snorted and pulled Himchan’s body closer to his own, Himchan’s back bumping up against Yongguk’s chest, feeling the scrape of Yongguk’s hard nipples on his skin.
“Says the one with my dick between their legs. What did you call me? Chicken legs no ass guppy mouth son of bitch? Who’s the real bitch here?”
“If your hand wasn’t on my dick right now I’d hit you,” Himchan said, trying to balance himself, keep water out of his eyes and ears, and hold a conversation while his cock was throbbing and aching for Yongguk to move faster.
As if spurned on by Himchan’s sharp comment, Yongguk made a move with his hand that he hadn’t done before, large hand encircling the shaft and tugging, his other hand flat on Himchan’s pelvis to hold him in place. Himchan found himself moaning, hips bucking into Yongguk’s hand, the friction felt so good and heady, his heart rate increasing rapidly with each stroke.
He knew he didn’t have much control left in him, and there was only moments remaining before his knees would lock up, toes curling, and his stomach and back would spasm with a rush of exhilaration spreading through his nerves like lightning.
“Yongguk - Yongguk,” Himchan said, panting out Yongguk’s name with every stroke and every thrust of Yongguk’s cock past his thighs a solid push of the pleasure center in his brain telling him to just let go. Yongguk didn’t let up; whispering words about how dirty Himchan looked soaking wet with water pouring down his back and his cock fucking his thighs.
Himchan let out a strangled cry, unable to hold on with the picture of what Yongguk was saying forming in his head and Yongguk’s deep voice uttering in his ear, and he lost it, an eruption of relief coming over him as he came. For a second he forgot how to breathe, eyes widening but not registering what he was seeing. His muscles tensed and relaxed when his cock released all over Yongguk’s hand and the wall, most of it being washed away by the water instantly.
For those seconds of pure ecstasy, Himchan could barely react to what was happening, to Yongguk letting go of his cock and gripping his hips with both hands and fucking him hard until he too came, eyes rolling back, warmth splashing on the insides of his thighs, a muffled grunt into Himchan’s shoulder.
The sound of the running water and their harsh pants and the internal noise of their slowing heartbeats were the only sound in the room. Himchan cleared his throat, pulling himself up and slipping Yongguk’s cock out of his thighs, hips slightly sore and bruised where Yongguk held on to him tightly. Yongguk shut the shower off, both of them were waterlogged and their skin was beginning to shrivel.
“Thanks for helping me wash my hair,” said Himchan dazed, allowing Yongguk to wrap his towel around his shoulders. “But I don’t think they’re going to let us shower together again.”
Yongguk grinned, his teeth and gums showing, “No I suppose not.”
“Hey, if you ever need a hand, well, I’m the one around here who needs a hand,” - Himchan laughed at his own wording - “but you know, if you ever find your self in need of releasing some…tension, I’m here.”
Yongguk winked at him, “It’s just dorm politics Himchan.” He wacked his towel across Himchan’s back. “But, you’re my bitch for now,” he said with a devilish grin that was rather unbecoming on his normally calm face. “I’ve got a nice pair of women’s tights that would look great on those thighs.”
Motherfucking dorm politics, Himchan thought, this was why was he always getting sexually blackmailed.
**
“So what, did you drop the soap in there or something?”
“Shut up Daehyun, go watch your fetish porn.”
Daehyun sat up from his position on his bed, “Maybe I will, I’ve got some ropes in my bag, want to try it out?”
“I’d rather suck a dick.” The last thing Himchan wanted was for Daehyun to practice his fantasies out on him as a source of a warm body. Himchan could only hope that when Daehyun found a wife he would find one that didn’t mind his alternate lifestyle.
“That can be arranged.”
Himchan wondered if he could beg the company that this was a bad idea and ask to be sent back home.
“Hey Youngjae - ” said Daehyun, throwing a pillow at Youngjae’s bed.
That was it, Himchan thought; he was sleeping with Yongguk tonight. He shoved the Yongguk shaped lump on the bed to the side and crawled under the covers. Himchan could see Daehyun’s scrunched up face in the dim light. With a smug look on his face, Himchan curled up on his good side, and smiled when he felt an arm curl over his waist. That was more like it.