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"Come on! Don't pretend that you don't want to come here!"
"I don't. I have a date."
"Then I guess I'll just steal your man."
"For the last time, Felix, he's not my man."
After a few more exchanges, Jisung finally hung up. He wasn't lying, he was really going on a date that day so he had to decline Felix's invitation to watch the football team during their practice.
It definitely wasn't because after their much heated night in Minho's dorm, Jisung suddenly bailed at 5 am, and for a couple more weeks decided to erase his existence from Minho's memory. He definitely wasn't avoiding him on purpose and using his dates as an excuse. That is really not the case.
Felix has been trying to convince him to accompany him during their practices because he has a thing for their midfielder and he would like Jisung to help him since Minho already knew him, and as Felix added, "a payment because you fucked my crush before I got the chance", but Jisung always finds a way to remove himself from the narrative.
Good thing he installed this app that their I.T. students created, where students from different courses could talk to each other, and maybe hit it off.
The thing is…
Jisung wasn't hitting it off.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Huh?"
"You've been zoning out for a while now, Jisung. I don't think this date is working."
"N-no! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—"
"Ignore me for the last thirty minutes? Yeah, I gotta go."
Jisung could do nothing as he watched his date grab her purse and walk away from their table. He sighed, knowing that he ruined another date because of his mind not being able to take his mind off of... he's not going to say it but maybe his best friend Felix will.
Ever since that night, he started distracting himself by going out with the ladies, only for him to disappoint them with the lame dates and the lack of communication, which of course, lead to a non-existent date number two.
He walked out of the cafe, dejected, grabbing his phone from his pocket to look for another possible date when someone forcefully yanked him by the arm.
"H-hey!"
As soon as he got the view of the man dragging him, he fought back. He knew he was stronger, and that was apparent when Felix kept pulling him, only for them to stay in the same place.
"What gives?!"
Felix removed his grasp from Jisung's arm, glaring at him as he fixed his clothes. "Come on! You have to help me out!"
"Felix, if you really like him then just come up to him."
"You know I'm all talk and no bark."
"It's all bark and no bite, stupid."
"See?" Felix clinged to Jisung once again. "I don't want to say stupid shit to my crush, Jisung. Please! Just this once?"
"I don't even know him."
"You know Minho! See if you help me on this one, I'll do the dishes and the laundry for a whole month."
"I don't believe you."
"Believe me."
They exchanged glances for a while and Jisung knows that Felix really wouldn't be able to do that, but for him to propose something as big as that, well he got one desperate friend that needs some serious help to get dicked down.
"Okay, fine. Leave me alone after this."
"He looks like he's shorter than me. Wait— are you sure you're looking at the right guy?"
"Jisung, he's fucking hot. Your straight ass wouldn't be able to see that."
"Hey, hamster! Over here!"
Shoot.
Felix was the first one to turn around, waving like he just saw his favorite fictional character come to life, his eyes disappearing with how wide his smile was. Jisung hesitated for a bit, before finally looking in the same direction, only to be surprised with Minho being just a few steps away from him.
"Hi."
"What brings you here?"
Minho was in his training fit, all sweaty with a white towel flung over his shoulder, his hair damped as well. If only Felix would stop pinching his back, Jisung would've looked at Minho a little longer than intended.
"Just Felix being a whor— aw! I mean...he wanted to talk to that guy over there."
"Oh, Changbin? What, you don't like me anymore, Felix?"
"I still do! I just can't accept the fact that you fucked my best fri—" Jisung dragged Felix away by a good few inches with a hand over his mouth. It was too early to get to that conversation for him.
Minho giggled at the sight. He made one last sweep of the towel over his hair before calling the attention of the midfielder, who came running towards them. And true to his suspicions, Jisung was indeed taller than him by a tiny bit.
"Looks like you might've caught a cute guy right here. He's Felix, his friend, Jisung. Guys, this is Changbin."
The man smiled at them and gave them a little wave before walking over to Felix, who's trying to suppress his squeals by pressing his lips together. Jisung rolled his eyes as they started hitting it off in that instant, leaving him and Minho behind.
"Wow. Your friend works fast, huh?"
"Yeah, he's really like that. But don't worry, Felix is in good hands."
"That's good."
And they both stood like that looking like Sims characters, waiting for the other to break the silence.
"Soooo...what have you been up to, hamster? Didn't see you around campus." Minho took a seat on the benches, tapping on the space beside him so Jisung could sit down as well.
"Oh, uhhh...got really busy."
"I see." Minho nodded slowly, reaching out for a bottle of water from an ice cooler on the ground.
Jisung started playing with his fingers, not really sure what to say at this point. He was purposely avoiding him for a couple of weeks now and he didn't even give an explanation on why he suddenly left after they had sex. He didn't know what to say, but his mind had other plans.
"Hey, Minho?"
"Yeah?" The football player already has the bottle pressed to his lips, eager to chug down on some hydration.
"Oh god, this is fucking embarrassing. Fuck! Okay, uhmmm….
Let's have sex again."
Instead of spitting, Minho made the mistake of swallowing hard, choking on the water he was drinking, coughing uncontrollably with some of the water coming out of his nose. Jisung would have to laugh at his face some other time, because he definitely wasn't the handsome football player during that moment, but for now he had to act as a good man and help Minho.
He rubbed his back, not knowing if it was helping or not, and tried to calm Minho down. He grabbed a towel to wipe all the water from Minho's face and neck.
When Minho finally stopped coughing, he looked at Jisung, clearly confused by the proposal. "You disappeared out of nowhere, and you didn't even leave your number. I was so scared that I might have pushed you too far and scared you away."
"Are you mad?"
"What, me? No!" Minho placed his hand on Jisung's head, patting him like a child, "I'm not mad, I was worried. Like... it's your first time with a man, right?"
"Yes, that's why I want to do it again."
"Oh? You miss my big dick alrea—"
"AS I WAS SAYING. I want to do it again to see how it's going to affect me. It's all I've been thinking about these past few weeks and I just need to shake the confusion out of my mind. To see if I was just surprised with things or if I really liked it...or something. Did that sound weird?"
"Nope. I totally understand. Come on." Minho stood up, stretching his arms up before looking down at Jisung, who seemed confused about what the invitation was about.
"Where are you going?"
"To my place. Where else?"
"Like...now??"
"We can watch football or something before we get down to business." Minho raised an eyebrow teasingly, making Jisung hit him on the sides.
"Hold on, what towel did you use a while ago?" Minho asked, sniffing himself.
"That one."
Jisung had to apologize after knowing that it's actually not a clean towel, and to add more, it's not a towel used for their faces.
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"Wow, you did this all by yourself?"
"Yeah, nothing but the best. Gotta learn from the masters."
Jisung has been hooked on watching a compilation of all the famous football players' moves that Minho edited. He had to keep himself busy while Minho took a much needed shower from the sweat and the towel.
"I just want to know, hamster. If you like football so much, why didn't you join the team?"
"I'm a big fan, but I'm not very athletic. I enjoy watching it more."
"I see."
Minho climbed onto the bed, with only a pair of boxers and a towel to dry his hair as he observed Jisung beside him, eyes trained to the screen of the laptop, fully engrossed with all the iconic plays.
"You know I could pull off every move in that video."
"Yeah, sure."
"No, I'm for real. I've practiced everything."
Jisung sat up, finally giving attention to the almost naked man beside him.
"Like what you see?" Minho tried to flex his arms on Jisung, which only hit him in return.
"Aw! Hey, you're the one who asked for this."
"It's because you never shut up!"
"I'm just trying to lighten up the mood for you!"
"Says the guy who carries people around and fucks them in the locker room!"
"I've only done that once, you know."
Jisung didn't know how to answer, because he was sure that Minho did that a lot of times already, but he had no business lying to him.
"With me?"
Minho slowly nodded as he moved closer to Jisung, slowly decreasing the gap between them.
"Look, I'm really sorry if I ever surprised you that day, and we can take it slow, I promise."
"Are you really the guy that bent me over in a locker room and then fucked me against that wall?" Jisung pointed at the wall near the door, and they both giggled, remembering the heated night they shared together while Felix kept on calling Jisung's phone.
"Hey, if you want me to be that guy, I can be that guy. Just tell me."
"I'm only kidding! You know what... let's just get this over with so I can have my answers."
Jisung pulled Minho to his side, their faces only a few inches apart, and Minho could see the hesitation in Jisung's eyes whether to close the gap or not, so he took care of it.
He made their lips touch, his hand on the back of Jisung's head as they finally connected, eyes closed as they both savored the taste of each other's lips. Minho wrapped an arm around Jisung's waist, pulling him closer. Jisung parted his lips and Minho didn't waste any time putting his tongue in there, tasting more of Jisung as their tongues swirled around each other. It was just them and the smacking sounds they were making, and the video on Minho's laptop going on loop because Jisung forgot to close it.
Soon, Minho's hands were inside Jisung's shirt, feeling and touching him everywhere his hands could reach, his mouth travelling down to his neck to pepper him with more kisses. Jisung could do nothing but close his eyes and go with the flow of the moment. It was totally different from the first time they did it, and Jisung didn't know what he enjoyed better, but he liked how gentle Minho seemed to be, a big contrast from the strong football player he made out first. Today he was making out with Minho, just Minho.
He felt Minho's hands on his chest, squeezing and just feeling him up before his fingers brushed against his nipples that made Jisung throw his head back.
Minho took Jisung's shirt off, and for that quick moment, they just stared into each other's eyes, trying to figure out what the other was thinking, and they knew that they couldn't, so they just dove right in for another kiss.
Jisung decided to be a bit bolder this time, his hands casually feeling Minho up, that he didn't realize that he was gripping into his thick thighs which made Minho pull away from the kiss.
"You want to suck me off?" was the first thing Minho asked, his eyes not hiding the excitement as they glistened together with the beam that he wore.
"Wait what?? Wha— how did you even get that idea?"
"Well, you squeezed my thigh and I thought that was some sort of signal."
"No! I mean...I don't even know how to."
"You've had blowjobs before, right?"
"Yeah, and?"
"I don't know, maybe try to mimic them because sucking dicks doesn't really come with a manual?"
"I— if you want me to give you a blowjob so bad, just fucking take off your boxers and I'm going to give you one. Just don't fucking come at me if it comes off with my mouth."
Jisung knew that it really wouldn't scare Minho and that he actually fell for his trap. He already knows Minho's cock is big, and that's what he was nervous about, but the player didn't give him the time to back out because he already had his boxers off when Jisung tried to say something.
"I think a hamster like you would do just fine."
"You want me to nibble on it too?"
Jisung kneeled between Minho's legs, and he realized that there was just so much to admire about Minho's lower body. The thick thighs and the big dick, man was really gifted and packing.
Jisung held his hand up before Minho could say anything. "Okay, I'm going to try it, just….tell me if I'm doing it wrong. If not, then just, stay still."
Minho didn't respond, and Jisung didn't see if Minho nodded or do something because his eyes were focused on the dick that's standing erect in front of him, teasing him with its length and girth that Jisung had to swallow hard before wrapping his hand around it.
He did the safest move possible, licking the head, adjusting to the taste. He scrunched his nose when it hit his tongue.
"Don't like it, hamster?"
"No, it's just uhmmm….weird."
He didn't wait for Minho to respond before taking another lick, this time swirling his tongue around the tip. It wasn't that bad, Jisung thought in his head. Well, if he was disgusted, he probably wouldn't ask anyone to give him head anymore.
Jisung decided to go further, licking all the way down to the base and coming back up. Once he's coated it all up, he started stroking it. It was a mistake to look back up because Minho was staring directly at him, ears flaming red, his lips parted a bit, and he was just the most beautiful person Jisung saw even when turned on. He realized that he may have looked horrible from his spot and that made him self-conscious.
"You're so cute, hamster." Minho blurted out as he ran his fingers over Jisung's hair.
"Do you mean that? I feel like that's not the case."
"You look like a magikarp."
"What's that?"
Minho had to hold a laugh with how genuine Jisung's question was. He was about to get his dick sucked and it would be very bad if Jisung decided to be violent about it.
"It's one of my favorite anime characters. I'll show you later."
Jisung shrugged it off, and decided to go back to what he started. He began to lightly suck on the tip, and he could hear Minho's soft moans. He decided to go further, filling in as much as he could and started bobbing his head up and down. He heard Minho mumble something but he didn't catch it so he continued what he was doing.
"Hamster...teeth…"
Jisung finally released Minho's cock to ask what he meant by that, and he only caught on to that moment that Minho seemed like he was in pain.
"Your teeth. It was dragging along the skin."
"Oh, shit! Dude, I'm sorry!"
"It's alright, here let me show you."
Minho decided to guide Jisung on how not to use his teeth so he doesn't pull out with blood stains all over his mouth and Minho's cock. Jisung went along, using his lips to cover his teeth as he sunk himself down onto Minho's length once again.
Minho started moaning again, his fingers tangling on Jisung's hair as the latter began to suck him in a less painful way. Jisung finally got the hang of it, and he actually found it somehow enjoyable on his part. If it's more of Minho's reactions rather than the actual cock sucking, Jisung would need some time to figure that out.
The room was now filled with Jisung's sounds. He didn't know if the drool coming out of his mouth was normal, but he was too absorbed with what he was doing. Minho's fingers tightening around his hair only motivated him to suck further, using Minho's thighs as a leverage every time he bobs himself back up.
The only thing that stopped Jisung was his jaw getting tired of it. He let go once again, wiping the saliva off of his chin.
"Seems like you had your fun. Should've done that the first ti—"
"Minho, I swear. One more smartass comment and I'll fucking leave."
"Who says I'll let go of you this time?"
Minho pulled Jisung up so he's lying on top of him, his cock just grazing lightly over his clothed ass. Minho ran his fingers through Jisung's lips before capturing it in yet another slow and heated kiss. Jisung quickly gave in, placing his hands on Minho's shoulder. Minho played with the garter of his sweatpants, and Jisung lifted himself up so he could take it off together with his boxers and continue kissing Minho.
They stayed like that for a while before Minho broke the kiss. He reached out for the lube and condom he prepared by the night stand, coating his fingers with it and warming it up for opening Jisung up.
"Do I...do I have to get up?"
"If you want to, but I can reach it from here."
Jisung let his head rest on Minho's chest, closing his eyes as he anticipated the intrusion down there. Minho comforted him with a hand wrapped around his back, lightly rubbing him as his fingers started moving inside him.
"Let me know if it hurts."
Minho continued what he was doing, at the same time keeping Jisung at check, and it only made him more confused.
Was he really the guy he met at the locker room? The skillful fingers felt the same, but the proximity they had, and how patient Minho was, Jisung didn't know what switch turned on. And he'd be lying to say that he wasn't enjoying the change.
"Think you can ride me?" Minho asked as he pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the towel beside him.
"I guess?"
"It's not that I'm lazy, but practice kinda drained me. I mean...I could still fuck you by the wall but I might drop you on the floor halfway."
"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Jisung sat up, waiting for Minho to put the condom over his dick and lubricate it.
"Scared?"
"Ask me that one more time and I'm really going to be, Minho."
"Okay, here."
Minho lifted Jisung's hip and pointed the tip of his dick on Jisung's entrance, telling him to relax as he reached out for his hands and intertwined his fingers with them.
"Just take it slowly, I'll be holding you all the time."
Jisung wanted to curse Minho, and at the same time he couldn't. He let all of his thoughts aside, and followed Minho's instructions.
Jisung squeezed Minho's hands tightly as he slowly sank down on his length. It took him some moment before finally moving himself up, using Minho's hands as a support. Jisung didn't know what he looked like, but Minho looked absolutely stunning in his eyes. His body in a shade of red, his smile, the way his breath hitched every time Jisung moves, and the muscles straining in his arms with the way he's supporting Jisung. It was a different look from the first time they met, but the same feeling when he watched Minho play.
"You're doing great, hamster."
Jisung could only reply with his little whimpers as he picked up the pace, fucking himself onto Minho's dick until his thighs started to get tired.
"Minho…"
Jisung let go of Minho's hands to hold on to his thighs. What he didn't expect was for Minho to sit up, propping himself with one arm while the other pumps Jisung's member. He started bucking his hips upward as well, stimulating Jisung some more.
They continued to move towards each other, their pants combined with their grunts and moans, the wet sounds coming from Jisung's ass, and the creaks of Minho's bed resonating as they drove each other to their highs.
Jisung dug his fingernails on Minho's thighs as he felt himself getting closer to his orgasm, his movements becoming erratic. Minho then pushed him down so he's on top, and despite the tired muscles all over his body, he decided to give all of his energy for the both of them to cum.
Jisung gripped Minho's arms as he came, with the player close behind. Minho did a few more thrusts before pulling out, tossing the condom on the floor before collapsing next to Jisung.
They caught their breaths for a while, before Jisung decided to flung his arm over Minho's chest, head nuzzling on his shoulder.
"You good?"
"Mmmm."
"So….are you still bothered or…?
"Nope. I got all the answers I need."
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"Just kick the ball to the goal!"
"It's not fucking easy!"
"That's because you're not trying!"
"Okay! Okay! Don't pressure me."
Jisung finally kicked the ball, but it was way over the goal. He glared at Minho before he could laugh at him.
"I told you, I'm not athletic."
"You just need practice, hamster."
Minho walked towards Jisung, capturing him in an embrace and placing a peck on his lips. "Maybe next time I could show you tricks as well."
"Dude, stop being so sweet. You're embarrassing."
"Jisung, just drop the dude, bro, thing. Come on."
Then they continued to bicker like that, like it's just the two of them on the field, having their own little game.
"Look at those two. Blegh. Such an eyesore."
"Felix, you're just mad because your roommate bagged your crush."
"Not really, I mean. I'm happy I got a cute minion by my side now."
"Aww, that's so— wait. What did you just call me?"
"Oh, shoot! Look at the time! I'm late for my class!"
"Hey, Felix! Don't run away from me!"
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