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"You promised you’re going to quit smoking.” Seungcheol glared at his bestfriend who all but shrugs at him as he lit his cigarette.
“I did.” Jeonghan puffs. “But I didn’t say when.” he grins because he won again. “Besides, you’re one to talk. Back when you were smoking you can easily finish two packs and those were on your good days.” Seungcheol rolled his eyes at him and stood up, walked across the room naked to get his phone from his bag. A point was made, alright, because God forbid Yoon Jeonghan loses a single debate, but on Seungcheol’s defense that was like almost two years ago and is pretty much history already.
“Just take it easy. You’ve been smoking way too much lately.”
Jeonghan groans. “I blame school. My deadlines are left and right and between that and my parttime job, smoking is really what gets me off the edge. Well okay, you too, but it’s not like you’re always around.”
“What do you mean? I’m practically here everyday because you hate being lonely remember?”
“Yeah, that and because your cock game is so good.” Jeonghan winked at him, making Seungcheol roll his eyes again.
They’ve been at it for months now. What started as innocent (Jeonghan’s words, really) kissing had led on to excessive grinding and the need to dry hump every opportunity they get until they couldn’t help it anymore and finally crossed the bestfriend boundaries (which in Seungcheol’s mind, has long been crossed anyway). Jeonghan had emphasized time and time again how this is good and healthy and benefitial towards them because ‘At least we’re not sleeping around with random people, right?’ and only Yoon Jeonghan can make this sound so convincing so Seungcheol surrenders.
“I’m going to help you quit, okay? I did it so I’m sure you can, too.” Seungcheol faces him. “I have a few tricks I’m sure one would work on you.”
“Shut up and get your ass over here I want to bite it.” Jeonghan smiled naughtily as he puts out his stick.
“Don’t change the topic.”
“I’m not. I really wanna bite it.”
“I did not know you have a thing for my ass.”
“Why do you think I’ve been squeezing them for years?”
Seungcheol’s mouth gaped. “I feel so violated right now.”
“Well, I’ve been paying for it, haven’t I? Seeing how you’re up in mine all the damn time-- literally and figuratively.”
Seungcheol sighed. A point has been made, again.
-
“What are those?” Jeonghan stared at the ludicrous amount of lollipops Seungcheol had just dumped on his table.
“Lollipops.”
“Seungcheol I’m not stupid, I know what they are, but what are they for?”
“I told you I’m going to help you quit. Everytime you feel like you wanna smoke, get a lollipop instead.”
“And that’s supposed to help how?”
“Just do it, Jeonghan, geez. So many questions.”
“I’m a law student, dumbass, of course I ask a lot of questions.”
God, is Jeonghan ever going to miss one freaking point?
-
“Surprisingly, it works.” Jeonghan admitted defeat after one week of trying the lollipop technique. “I mean, it’s not the same but it’s doing the trick so..”
“I told you!” Ah, finally, Seungcheol won. A first, if he’s counting.
“But isn’t there some kind of alternative? I feel like my teeth’s going to rot because of too much sugar.”
He sighed, of course Jeonghan would find a loophole. “Well, I thought of popsicles but we’re in the middle of winter so unless you want brain freeze, then you’ll have to stick with the loliipops.”
One of the most important thing he’s learned when he was trying to quit smoking was that every time you get the urge to puff and huff, just put something in your mouth that you could suck on and it usually takes the edge off. Jeonghan has had an oral fixation ever since he’s young. It started with biting his nails until eventually he learned how to smoke and Seungcheol never really cared about how much his bestfriend’s intake was until he started hearing him cough like his lungs would come out of his mouth. He knew right there and then that something has got to change and that he needs to step up and help Jeonghan in on this because that’s what bestfriends do right?
“I’ve thought of something.”
“What? Wait what the--” Seungcheol was caught off guard when Jeonghan dropped to his knees in between his legs. Not wasting time by unzipping his pants. “Han, what are you up to now?”
Jeonghan shushed him, pulling down his pants and his boxers along with it (Seungcheol is taken aback by where this is going, okay? It’s not like he didn’t know how to say no) and Jeonghan beams at his crotch and squeals “Aww, wittle cheowwie is so cute sleeping!!” Seungcheol, for the first time in the history of their friendship, wanted to punch Jeonghan square on the face for two reasons: 1) he doesn’t like hearing the words his cock, cute, and little in one sentence, 2) he usually likes jeonghan baby talking but maybe not to his cock.
“It’s not little.”
“I know it’s not. Usually. But it is right now and I don’t see it like this often so let me have my moment with him okay?”
“Jeonghan I swear to god…ahh--” but Seungcheol couldn’t even finish that sentence because Jeonghan had already enclosed his mouth on the tip, giving it a gentle suck while trailing the slit. Jeonghan hums as he gives it slow, gentle tugs, his eyes smiling at Seungcheol, letting the other know he’s enjoying this very, very much.
It doesn’t take long for Seungcheol to wake up, by the time he finally did, Jeonghan had gotten more serious on what he’s doing, holding the shaft with both his hands, pumping as he kept his mouth around the head.
Seungcheol had already lost all coherence then. Jeonghan is amazing with his mouth, that was long established, but for him to really focus like this… to really use all his tricks in one go…. Seungcheol will be damned. “Shit Han I--” but before he could even finish that, he had already squirted all over Jeonghan’s mouth, with some dripping on his chin and cheeks. Jeonghan too, was caught off guard, but recovered fast and tongued what had slipped from his mouth. “Well that was fast.” was his snide remark.
“I-- that’s not.. you know I usually don’t cum that quickly.” Seungcheol sounded too defensive.
“Right.” Jeonghan stood up. “Usually.” then he went back to his chair like nothing happened. “I guess we found a solution.”
“Huh?” Seungcheol is obviously still recovering post-orgasm. He could only frown at his bestfriend.
“I think I just got myself a cocksicle.”
-
“Yoon Jeonghan for the millionth time, stop calling my dick a cocksicle!”
“But it’s cute!”
“It’s not cute because my dick is not cute, okay!”
“But it is?”
Seungcheol closed his eyes. Deep breaths, Cheol, deep breaths.
If one of these days he’d resort to choking his bestfriend in his sleep, then it’s because he deserved it.
“By the way I’m going home to Daegu for a few days.”
“What about me?”
“What do you mean what about you?”
“I meant it like I asked. What about me? You know I need my cocksi--” Seungcheol widened his eyes at him. “Okay, fine, but you know what I meant.”
“Well it’s really none of my problems. Besides, you have a bag of lollipops at home.”
“But it’s not as good! You can’t do this to me Cheollie! Not when I’m almost two months clean! And besides, you started this! So that makes it your problem!” Jeonghan had launched the puppy eyes + pout combo yet again.
Seungcheol is really regretting his life choices right now. “Fine, come home with me.”
-
“Auntie!! I’m home!” Jeonghan took the liberty to announce their arrival. Seungcheol could only shake his head in disbelief as he unloaded their bags from his car.
When he got inside, Jeonghan and his mother had engaged themselves in one tight hug. “Has my Cheollie been treating you well, my Jeonghannie?”
“Not really, Auntie. He’s so mean to me sometimes.” Jeonghan pouts and Seungcheol could already feel his mother burning holes on his back with her death glare. His mothe rhad began the nagging as Jeonghan snickers while Seungcheol plops on the couch regretting his life decisions yet again.
“Jeonghannie, you can take Sungmin’s room since he’s away for a few weeks. I fixed it up for you, okay?”
“Ehhh Auntie! I’m good to sleep in Cheollie’s room. You know, like how we usually do.”
“Really? Well, okay. I just thought since you boys are grown ups now that you would need privacy and all.”
“Oh don’t worry auntie.. there’s really no need for that.” Jeonghan said as his foot found Seungcheol’s from under the table and he slides it up his leg. Seungcheol choked on his food and Jeonghan erupted in fits of laughter.
“You think that was funny huh?” Seungcheol hissed at him when they got inside his room.
Jeonghan laughed again, rolling on the bed. “I thought the noodle was gonna shoout out from your nose!” Jeonghan kept laughing and laughing while Seungcheol stood there, reminding himself that he loves his bestfriend and that if he decides to end his life right now, then that would be difficult for him because they probably don’t grow a Yoon Jeonghan anywhere else.
But then he gets an idea.
Jeonghan squealed when he was not-so-gently spun around, Seungcheol made him lift his ass up and unceremoniously pulls down his pajama and then parted his cheeks. “Cheol what the fu--” Jeonghan was ready to fight him but he could only clasp a hand over his mouth when he felt Seungcheol’s tongue there.
Jeonghan wanted to moan so loudly. But Seungcheol’s mom is still on the kitchen and he can already imagine her horror when she barges in and sees her son’s face buried on his ass. He shivers. He’d never want that. So he bites his tongue, keeping in all the moan form escaping his lips. Reaching back and tugging at Seungcheol’s hair as the other works magic on his entrance.
“Cheol, there’s lube in my bag.” he whispered. He heard his bestfriend chuckle behind him. “You brought lube? You really thought we’re going to do it here in my parents’ house?” He gasped when he felt a finger slip inside him. And then another, stretching him for what’s to come. He stumbled forward when Seungcheol pressed a little too hard against his prostate, making his eyes roll to the back as his hand tried to find something so grip onto. Fortunately, he found Seungcheol’s wrist. His nails dug deep against the other’s skin.
Seungcheol continued his ministrations back there and if Jeonghan can only see him smirking so wide, he’s sure the other would be out for his throat. But he’s going to enjoy this while Jeonghan struggles to keep quiet. This is looking like a win for him.
“Cheol enough, get inside me already.” Jeonghan hissed at him. Seungcheol had other plans though. He worked his fingers in, knowing where and when to press to make Jeonghan lose his mind. His other hand finding his leaking shaft, gives it lousy strokes as Jeonghan buried his face on the bed, muffling the sound of his pleasured cries.
Then he comes. Long and shaky and on Seungcheol’s hand.
Seungcheol gives his buttcheek a playful kiss as he sets Jeonghan to the bed. So out of breath one would think he ran a marathon.
“I will fucking get back at you.” Jeonghan says with his eyes still closed but with so much meaning.
Seungcheol knows he will. But for now he’s going to claim this win.
-
There’s a weird weight on his middle that stirred him in his sleep. When he opened his eyes, Jeonghan is gone from his side on the bed, making him frown because he usually wakes up earlier than his bestfriend does. Where could he have gone to? Wait--
What’s that?
Something feels weird down there. Seungcheol removes the comforter and his eyes shot wide when he saw Jeonghan occupied with his---- morning wood.
“Jeonghan what the fuck the day’s barely begun what are you---ah!” he had to clamp a hand over his mouth when he realized he just let out a loud moan.
“It’s not my fault. You were poking me. Just trying to help here.” Jeonghan said as he pumped him, giving it one long lick after.
Seungcheol is seeing the problem here. Jeonghan isn’t even doing the lollipop technique anymore and just took it upon himself to cure his oral fixation by going down on him at every damn opportunity (and really, it’s not that he doesn’t like it) but if they continue like this then Jeonghan would have him sucked dry by the end of the semester. Or probably, end of the month, if he were to be honest.
But he plops back down to his pillow, knowing fully well that there’s no talking Jeonghan out of this so
he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Jeonghan’s expert mouth around him. He threads his fingers on the other’s hair, gripping everytime his tip would reach the back of Jeonghan’s throat.
“Shit, Hannie, that’s so good.” Seungcheol can already feel it building in his groin. Just a little more and--
“Seungcheol-ah! Jeonghannie! Breakfast is ready!” came the announcement from the kitchen.
Jeonghan was quick to climb down the bed. “Coming auntie!” with Seungcheol left there, shocked and painfully hard. “Jeonghan, what the fuck??” Seungcheol couldn’t believe what his bestfriend is doing.. or had done already.
“Cannot make the food wait, Cheollie.” Look at that motherfucker. He swings the door open and leaps outside. Seungcheol threw a pillow at him but completely missed because Jeonghan had already closed the door.
“Fuck!” Seungcheol’s never going to be one point ahead, is he?
-
It had been days since they got back from Daegu. Surprisingly, he hasn’t seen Jeonghan much since he dropped him off his apartment. He’s also pretty withdrawn when they text each other which is weird because Jeonghan is never like that.
He was just about to call the other when his door flew open and there stood the man he’s been thinking about for uhh-- days now? “Jeonghan where were you I’ve been--” but Jeonghan beat him to it and already had him pinned to the nearest wall.
Then he drops to his knees, pulled Seungcheol’s boxers down with him and gets to business.
Seungcheol knows something’s wrong.
“Wait, Han, wait—“ Seungcheol cups Jeonghan’s face, forcefully distancing him away from his hardness. “Did something happen?” When Jeonghan came in, he was rushing, very handsy, all over the place, very unlike him. Plus the fact that he came over, which he never really does because he prefers Seungcheol coming to his place.
Jeonghan stood up, wiping his tongue. “I think i’m going to fail in a major class.”
“What? Why? What made you say that?” He led Jeonghan to the bed.
“There’s this professor.. i’ve always noticed he’s been paying me extra attention, and for some time i thought i could use that to my advantage but then he started acting all creepy and touchy and I hate it. It’s so disgusting. I never led him on, by the way, to be honest I thought he saw potential in me that’s why he was favoring me but earlier he made me stay after class saying we need to discuss my term paper but then at the end all he really wanted was for me to let him touch me in exchange of passing. Then when I turned him down he said so many mean things and that I was never bright enough to pass anyway..” Jeonghan’s head fell as he sobbed. “He said he’s going to fail me..”
Seungcheol saw red. All he can think of now is how he can ruin this professor and send his abusive ass to hell.
“I know what you’re thinking. Don’t do it. Don’t do anything.” Jeonghan grasped his hand. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.” Seungcheol pulled him into a hug and spent the remaining of the night cuddling.
-
“Seungcheol!” Jeonghan barged in his room looking all pissed. “What did you do?? I told you not to do anything!”
“Wait did something happen? I thought I made it clear to him that—“
“He quit. He’s leaving. He apologized to me.”
“Okay then what’s the prob—“ Seungcheol couldn’t finish his sentence because Jeonghan had thrown himself at him, enveloping him in the tightest embrace. Sobbing, Jeonghan buried his face on the crook of his bestfriend’s neck. “You’re so stupid! I told you! I told you to not do anything.” came the muffled nagging. Seungcheol wrapped an arm around Jeonghan’s waist, pulling him closer, while his free hand caressed his back in circles. “Are you relieved now?” he asked.
Jeonghan pulled away. “I wanted to be. But when I first heard it, my instinct was to worry about you because you could have gotten into trouble and I can’t-- I won’t have that.” Seungcheol feels something in his chest tighten seeing Jeonghan like this. “But I’m okay. And you’re okay now, too so stop crying hm?”
“What did you do to him?”
“Nothing much. Just talked.” Seungcheol kept it short. Jeonghan definitely didn’t need to know just how much he did to that professor. What’s important is that he’s gone and Jeonghan would never have to worry about him ever again.
His bestfriend stared at him suspiciously but decided to drop it anyway. He just latched himself at Seungcheol with the other welcoming him and he doesn’t know if it’s the relief from what happened or Seungcheol’s arms that feel like home but in that moment, everything just felt right.
“I almost smoked one stick today.” Jeonghan confessed. “I was already holding it. Smelled it too and for a while there I thought, fuck this cleanse, but then I saw your nagging face in my head.” Jeonghan giggled. “Never dropped a stick that fast in my life.” Seungcheol kissed the top of his head. “I’m proud of you.”
Jeonghan looked up at him. “Reward me, then.” his mischievous self is back. He brought his face closer to Seungcheol’s, close enough that his lips would linger against the other’s but not quite touching. Seungcheol studied his bestfriend through hooded eyes. Looking down at him.. on his inviting eyes and even more inviting lips. “Shouldn’t I be getting the reward?” Seungcheol asked, his voice raspy and low. Eyes still fixed on Jeonghan’s thin lips.
“Does it really matter who?” Jeonghan smirked.
Seungcheol finally claimed his lips. Another point again for Yoon Jeonghan.
Jeonghan got on his knees, kneeling on the bed as he lightly pushed Seungcheol to the headboard. The latter’s hands grip at his hips, massaging them, feeling Jeonghan’s feverish skin underneath his clothes. They clumsily got rid of their clothes, with Jeonghan even losing his balance and both of them laughing as Seungcheol caught him just in time. Soft moans left their mouths when their torsos came in contact, hissing as they feel each other’s warmth. Seungcheol liked how well Jeonghan fits on top of him. So beautiful, making him so breathless with how beautiful he is.
Jeonghan broke the kiss, his lips ghosted against Seungcheol’s and then he breathed out, “Thank you.”. He didn’t know if Seungcheol noticed a single tear that slipped from his eyes, but if he did, he didn’t say anything. Instead, Seungcheol claimed his lips again and wrapped his arms around Jeonghan’s waist to bring him closer. If that’s even possible.
Jeonghan pulled away, sitting up this time as he positioned himself right on top of Seungcheol’s hardness. When he brought his hips down, his eyes shut tight, brows furrowed as he concentrated on feeling Seungcheol’s every inch penetrate him. All of these, Jeonghan looking so beautiful on top of him, lips parted ever so slightly and the little noises he makes, were too much for Seungcheol as he draws a long guttural moan.
Jeonghan started moving on top of him. Hips swaying to the most familiar rhythm as Seungcheol met him with his thrusts. Jeonghan laid both his palm flat on Seungcheol’s chest for support as moan after moan left his beautiful lips.
Seungcheol couldn’t get enough. All their lives he’s always known that his bestfriend is beautiful. But not like this. Not this much. Not to the point where his chest feels like it will explode.
Seungcheol gripped hard on Jeonghan’s hips to steady him and then thrusts up at him with so much intensity that the latter could only cry in pleasure. His pleasures whines and the obscene sound of flesh hitting flesh reverberated in the room.
“Cheol ah-- too much!” Jeonghan couldn’t even form a coherent sentence as Seungcheol continued to pound him. “I’m--”
“I know, Hannie. Me too.” Seungcheol said in a rough voice, trying to hold himself back, wanting to reach their highs at the same time. He feels Jeonghan tighten around him even more and that’s what gets him to the edge, with Jeonghan following just a few seconds after, splurting all over Seungcheol’s torso. He quivers on top of him even after his orgasm. Limbs shaking, one arm extended to the headboard while the other on his bestfriend’s shoulder.
“You okay?” Seungcheol looked up at him, eyes stinging from sweat.
Jeonghan is panting, eyes still closed as if savoring his orgasm. “You really have the audacity to ask me that?” they could only laugh as they even their breathing. Seungcheol groans when Jeonghan lifts his hips and gets off him, rolling to his side in the laziest way possible.
They lay like that, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if reflecting on their life choices.
Then Seungcheol finally broke the silence. “Jeonghan what are we doing?”
“We’re resting up because that was some intense and life changing sex.” the other stated as a matter of factly.
“No, I mean what are we doing. What is this?”
It took Jeonghan quite a while to reply. “I don’t know. What do you want it to be?”
Seungcheol pondered on it for some time too. “I don’t know…”
“Then let’s not overthink it. As long as it works for us, then we’re good.”
For a while there, Jeonghan’s smoking problems didn’t seem too important anymore. A bigger problem seemed to have surfaced and Seungcheol isn’t sure if he has tricks to fight this with.