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The car was filled with a smoky atmosphere coming from both the joint and the boys themselves.
There was a tension, the sort of familiar kind that they’ve been feeling with every one of these sessions. Only stronger this time.
It’s passion mixed with the fear and anger their group has been going through. Like the world is in flames around them.
To act on it was risky though. Security cameras could possibly be able to recognize them if they weren’t careful. Security guards exist.
It was a chance they could take if they really wanted to. They were on the top floor of the parking garage, sunroof cover slid open in order to watch the twinkling suns above.
The car was heavily clouded, getting them higher than actual clouds themselves.
It was normal for them. To get so high they reach beyond the stars. But they couldn’t shake off this new feeling . A need for something, for each other.
It was no hidden secret. Maybe on screen, but the dorms tell a different story.
At home they were comfortable and safe. No need to act like bestfriends. Not that they weren't, but they were so much more.
Support systems. Emotional comfort. Trauma keepers. Whatever.
They were way more than that simple title of just “oh he’s one of my best friends.”
“Hyuck” Jeno gasped into his mouth as his knees knocked everything in the middle console whilst trying to get into the other boy’s lap.
Haechan chuckled, “my clumsy little baby, what could you do without me.” Jeno deadpanned as Haechan ran his fingers through his hair.
“I’m actually very capable. So fuck you.” He gave Haechan a little grind accompanying his words, finally being able to put his knees on the sides of Haechan’s thighs.
The younger boy moaned a little, “Mmm, I guess.” With one swift move, his hands were around Jeno’s waist adding a bit of pressure to the hold.
“Oh” Jeno sighed, eyes closing. He relished in the feeling of Haechan’s hands around him. With heightened, drugged-out senses every touch and every word made him brain fucked as they come back together again.
It felt like a billion bees flowing through his blood, reaching every part of his body.
Becoming almost unbearably good.
Like they would fall through the world only to come back through the other side. It was a groundbreaking need. A carnal sin.
Just maybe. A sin.
“S-Slow down, damn.” Jeno looked sheepish, a little red blush filling his cheeks.
Haechan was chuckling, “It’s funny how you think I have much control over myself when you’re right here. But I could arrange something, I guess.” Jeno rolled his eyes.
Deciding to take initiative, he locked their lips together again. And this time, it did go slower.
There was more emotion. More Haechan .
Hands ran up and down their bodies. Scratching, squeezing, gripping, sliding. Anything they could do to have more and more of each other in their grasp.
They were intoxicated. By one another and the weed in the air. They could feel themselves slipping further and further away from reality with every passing minute. It was electrifying.
Small gasps filled the air as they ran out of breath. The atmosphere getting even warmer than before.
Haechan’s hand runs through Jeno’s hair, reaching behind his head to grip his hair. He pushes their heads closer together, smashing their lips flat against each other. It’s messy and wet as they quickly lose control over their bodies. Teeth scraping as they dance their tongues in bliss without a care for the discomfort.
The only thing keeping Jeno grounded is how he softly plays with Haechan’s hair. It helps him stay in the moment, to not get totally lost in the high of everything. Even as they start to calm down, they’re intense.
Fingernails dig into Jeno’s stomach as hands grip at Haechan’s shoulders. They make marks of memory on skin. As if the world would crumble if they let go without leaving a small reminder of themselves.
Until they pull away completely. Their breathing is heavy, stomachs inflating and deflating with every big breath.
Haechan looks at Jeno with a fondness that almost breaks him. It’s comforting even though his eyes are sickly.
It’s almost unexplainable.
Feels like their souls dance together under the moon goddess. Swirling around each other like two ghosts who were just reunited after centuries.
Even in a place like this dank van, they’re melting together.