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Lee Minho is a simple man. He’s a regular college kid struggling with exams and managing his finances and his loud friends fooling around in his dorm room every weekend.
And this Friday, they were doing just that. Hyunjin was draped over his sofa, Seungmin in his lap, both dressed to the nines. Jeongin had situated himself a safe distance away on the sofa next to theirs. They were all in their clubbing outfits and decked in silver jewellery and sparkly eyeshadow (courtesy, Hyunjin).
“Hyuuung can you please hurry up before I have to see these two makeout right here?” Jeongin whined at Minho who was still trying to squeeze close the button on his jeans.
“Aww Innie, do you feel left out honey? Hyung can give you a kiss too, come here!” Hyunjin giggled, making grabby hands at Jeongin with his lips puckered.
Seungmin got off his boyfriend’s lap and walked to Minho, giving the older man’s waist a squeeze and finally getting the button to close. He patted Minho’s butt in approval and regarded his outfit.
“Thank you Seungminnie, my only true friend!” Minho cried, and gave himself a once-over in the mirror behind him.
He was wearing his best party shirt: a forest green long sleeve with sparkles, and dark blue jeans. He put on a beaded choker and earrings on his left ear. He looked great and there was no denying the fact.
They tried to go out clubbing at least once a month when they could afford it, especially when their favourite local club Showbar had their signature stock-exchange night where they sold alcohol at low prices. In short, it was paradise for broke college students. The four of them would be joining Chan and his friends at a deli for dinner first and then heading over to Showbar. They filed into Minho’s car and headed over to the deli while blasting loud 2000s music, all four of them singing loudly to Britney Spears.
They reached before the others and began ordering plates of chicken. Minho was mid-bite with his shawarma wrap when he effectively choked seeing their company walk in. He knew Chan, Felix and Changbin of course. He’d known them for six years now. Who he didn’t recognise was the gorgeous boy with them: he had faded orange hair and was wearing smudged eyeliner, and his toned and lithe body was accentuated by his sleeveless black and red t-shirt and skinny black leather pants. What made Minho choke was the chunky silver necklace around his long neck and what looked like a lip piercing.
The new guy’s sharp eyes swept the table, looking at the four of them and giving a small smile. He locked eyes with Minho, who still had his lips stretched around the wrap in his mouth mid-choke, and smirked. Hook, line and sinker. Minho was extremely gay and this guy just made it worse.
As they pulled in their chairs to sit, Chan introduced said boy to the group. “This is the Han Jisung that Changbin and I have been working with this semester. He’s fucking talented and we can probably even make a soundcloud debut as a group at the rate we’re making music together!”
Everyone starts talking at the same time, introducing themselves and asking him questions. Jisung looks a little like a startled squirrel at everyone barraging him with questions. Meanwhile Minho eats his gay wrap in gay silence after managing to squeak out his name to Jisung, although he was pretty sure the latter hadn’t heard him over the noise. Chan tries to steal Seungmin’s fries but accidentally tips over Hyunjin’s cola and hell subsequently breaks loose. Jisung is sat at the other end of the table between Felix and Changbin who seem to be having some kind of vocal battle across him. Jisung seems absolutely unaffected and is sipping on his soda, eyes big and trained on the loud couple in front of him. Seungmin and Hyunjin were sat opposite him, and Minho to their right. He steals another glance at Jisung and catches him looking back at him. Minho was unfortunately sipping on his virgin mojito and somehow manages to choke again. This time Jisung breaks into a wide grin, glossy lips stretched over his pretty white teeth. Minho could cry. He was very close to literal tears. Chan gives him a knowing look from across the table, to which Minho rolls his eyes but flushes.
After the group of music majors finish catching up with the dance majors, they pay the cheque and gather outside. Chan, ever the annoying little shit, grabs Felix with Changbin and Jeongin.
“We’re in my car!” He announces, and has the audacity to wink (very prominently) at Minho.
Hyunjin and Seungmin obviously take the back seat in Minho’s car, the former already getting handsy with how “soft” his “little pastel blue puppy” looked tonight. Minho feels himself gag internally. Jisung gives him a polite smile and sits himself in the passenger seat of the car. He can feel the light-haired boy watching his hands turn the ignition and shift the gear into reverse. Now Lee Minho was no panicked gay. He was definitely not shy either, and he had to establish that to the pretty boy next to him. Lee Minho was 24 and had been driving long enough to know how to: a) reverse using only the rear view mirror, and b) reverse the sexy way when you had a pretty boy in your passenger seat.
He pulls back one sleeve and places that arm behind Jisung’s seat while leaning half his body into his space. He tilts his jaw and flicks his feline eyes behind him, and manoeuvres the car out of the parking lot in one go. Bang Chan would be one proud motherfucker. When Minho looks down his jaw, he sees Jisung looking at him, eyes flicking from his eyes down to his lips and back. Minho adjusts himself back in his seat when he hears Seungmin mutter “whore” under his breath. Hyunjin lets out a loud laugh and plants a big kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek, effectively shutting him up. Minho tells Jisung to connect his phone to the music system and they settle on listening to day6 on their way to the club.
“I’m Minho, by the way,” Minho introduces himself properly to Jisung. “You can call me hyung.”
Jisung nods and says “I know, hyung. I follow you on Instagram. Also, I’m Jisung but you can call me Han too.”
Minho swallows when he calls him hyung. New kink unlocked, apparently. Also, Han followed his Instagram? How come he hadn’t noticed him before?
“I don’t post pictures of myself. Just my music, coffee and lyrics sometimes,” Han seems to answer his thoughts. Minho hums.
“Is that lip piercing real, Hannie?” Hyunjin asks from the backseat.
“Oh no! I’m going to get it done soon, though! I got my tongue pierced recently, so I’m going to wait a few weeks.” He replies sweetly.
Minho feels himself choke a third time that night. He better be choking on a dick next (preferably Han’s) because he doesn’t think he can do this anymore. Fucking Han Jisung with his fucking piercings and smudged eyeliner. It doesn’t help that the boy is really sweet and has a surprisingly deep voice. Minho grips the steering wheel and steps on the gas. He needs a drink and needs it soon.
“Seungminnie, you’re driving us back right?” He calls out to the younger boy in the back.
“Yep! Feel free to get smashed tonight, hyung” he replies.
“In more ways than one,” Hyunjin adds cheekily.
Jisung laughs brightly at that, and Minho chooses to avoid Hyunjin as well as how pretty Jisung’s laugh sounds. They finally pull into the parking lot of the club. They can hear the music booming from inside the club, and Minho feels himself getting excited already. Their entire group walks into the club with MILF by Fergie booming on the speakers. The club is packed with other college students and a few other unfamiliar faces. Minho carefully puts an arm around Jisung’s waist, to pull him away from a bunch of completely sloshed girls twerking. He tries not to think of how small the other boy’s waist is, and instead guides their group to the bar. The eight of them do two rounds of shots and then order cocktails. Minho watches from a corner of his eye as Han picks his shot glass off the counter, licks the salt off one finger and bites at the lemon wedge. He runs his tongue over the lip piercing and then seems to decide to take it off with his teeth alone. Minho quite literally ascends into astral space. The younger boy picks the lip ring off his tongue with one finger and puts it in his back pocket. He then twists his body to face Minho, who has definitely not been gawking or pink all over.
“I love this song!” Han yells into Minho’s ear, My My My by Troye Sivan playing on the speakers. So does Minho. Gay to gay.
Minho downs his Cuba Libre and takes his hand. “Then let’s dance to it.”
Han’s eyes widen and Minho watches him flush under the strobe lights. He pulls the smaller boy closer to him, moving his hips to the music and guiding them further into the crowd. He mouths the words “spark up, buzz cut, I’ve got my tongue between your teeth” and sees Han bite his lip. Minho brings the younger man’s hands to put them over his neck. His gaze drops to Han’s lips as he sings the song, and sees the telltale silver glint of his tongue piercing. Minho feels a whine building up inside him. He pulls the other boy closer with the hand that’s around the small of his back, their hips now flush against each other. Han lets one hand twist in Minho’s short brown hair, nails grazing against his scalp. Minho closes his eyes at the sensation. And for seemingly no reason, Han sticks out his tongue in between his teeth while giving Minho a cocky but boyish grin. That’s when shit hits the fan, as Minho sees the piercing in its full glory.
Christina Aguilera’s sensual voice fills the club. People start howling and pulling their partners to the dance floor. The lights dim even further. Minho whips his head around, looking for Hyunjin and Felix in the crowd. They’re already making their way towards him. Express was their stripper song, and like hell they were going to miss the chance to do their routine right there and then. Minho leans close to Han’s ear and simply says “Don’t take your eyes off me, Han Jisung.” and pushes away from him.
Han gulps, and Chan and Changbin appear from somewhere, cheering as they see Hyunjin, Felix and Minho clearing out the area a bit so they can dance.
“E-X-P-R-E-S-S love, sex, ladies no regrets” they mouth together, hips snapping. People are gathering around them, cheering them on. Han just watches Minho’s every move, mouth agape.
Minho slut drops as he sings “I love to make the people stare” and the three of them go on to perform a sultry but professional dancer version of the Mean Girl’s dance routine. They finish after one verse, and people break into cheers. Seungmin grabs Hyunjin and takes him somewhere to the back where the bathrooms are. Chan lifts Felix and spins him around, Changbin and Jeongin whooping. Minho crowds into Han’s personal space, the younger boy still staring at him with his mouth hanging open. Minho throws his head back and laughs, cheeks turning pink. He brings a finger up to close the younger’s jaw. His eyes lock into the other’s piercing gaze, Han’s eyes raking over his body appreciatively. He turns his back to Han as more sexy music plays, and grinds back into his crotch. Minho can feel him in his pants, and almost moans in self-satisfaction. He brings Han’s hands to put them around him. He tilts his head to the side, feeling Han breathing heavily in his ear. They move to the beat. The crowd around them gets closer and louder but they’re in their own bubble now, Han putting one knee forward so Minho can lean back and grind against it. By now he’s shamelessly rutting back, beat and music be damned.
“Fuck, hyung. You’re really fucking hot.” He hears Han say in his ear.
A new song begins playing and Han stops. He spins Minho in his arms. “They’re playing my song! It’s I Got It! By me!!”
Minho’s eyes widen as the song starts. Han even sounds like a fucking god. He can hear their friends yelling in the background as they hear the song flood through the speakers. The club played their college music major’s songs every once in a while since most of their customers went to their college. Minho is stunned as Han mouths the words, and feels his dick twitch in his tight jeans. The sinful tongue piercing makes its appearance as Han continues rapping in time to the music. Minho takes a deep breath to calm himself down. How does a guy go from cute to cool to hot in actual seconds? He feels himself reeling with the whiplash. He surges forward, capturing Han’s lips in his own as the song ends. His lips are soft and he brings his hands to Minho’s waist, pulling him closer. Han gasps as he feels Minho moan into his mouth. The older guy takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in Han’s mouth. As their tongues slide against each other, he feels the piercing against his teeth and almost comes right there.
He pulls back and leans into Han’s side, breathing heavily. “If you don’t fuck me in the next few minutes, I might actually riot.”
“Fuck hyung, let’s go” Han replies, voice broken being equally affected by the situation.
Minho pulls him by the wrist, buys them a round of shots that they down and leave the club. He texts Chan to keep every one the fuck away from his car for the next hour. Chan replies with 300 eggplant emojis and a “use protection ;)”
By now it’s already 2am and the parking lot is dark and empty. They walk to Minho’s car, hands interlinked and bumping into each other’s sides. When they finally enter the car, Minho shoves Jisung into the backseat and straddles him in one go.
“H-hyung” Jisung breathes hoarsely. Minho whines and grinds his hips down.
Jisung spreads his legs apart and lets Minho sit on one leg instead. Minho starts rutting needily against it. “You like that don’t you, hyung? You like when I call you hyung?”
Minho just continues moaning softly, hips stuttering a bit as he hides his face in Jisung’s neck. He gives it a soft bite, running his tongue over the cool metal of the link chain around his neck. Jisung pulls his face away and kisses him, holding his face in both his hands. “So fucking pretty hyung, look at you. Fuck,”
He pushes up his knee pressing at Minho’s clothed cock as they keep kissing. Minho takes Jisung’s tongue into his mouth and sucks at it, running his tongue over the piercing. He shudders at how cool it feels and how his mouth tastes a little like the lemon vodka shot they just had. Han brings his hands down to squeeze Minho’s ass and helps him grind down further.
“Take your clothes off, Han-ssi” Minho finally speaks. He shimmies off his own pants (with a lot of difficulty) and boxers and loosens a few buttons of his shirt.
Han takes off his muscle top and his pants, revealing a lithe but strong body. Minho’s breath catches in his throat. Of course his belly button is pierced too. He immediately drops to his knees, tongue licking over the piercing as Jisung gasps. His hand runs through Minho’s hair as Minho trails down to his dick, taking it into his mouth. He sucks in earnest, and true to his word chokes on Jisung’s cock. Saliva runs down the corners of his mouth and the younger boy moans at the sight. He pulls him up and pushes his back against the door. He trails his hands under Minho’s shirt, thumbing at his nipples. He pushes the shirt up and stuffs it between Minho’s teeth, and then reaches over to bite one nipple. He licks it, piercing brushing against Minho’s nipple and the older boy cries around his shirt. Han quickly goes to his dick and licks up his length, running the piercing over the head of his leaking cock and dipping it into the slit and sucking. Minho cries for real now, tears running down his face.
“I need to ride you. Like right now, Han Jisung.” Minho whines, pushing him away and straddling him.
Han pulls out a condom and a packet of lube from a pocket in his pants. He tears the lube and spreads it over three fingers. He slowly scissors open Minho finger by finger until Minho begs him to fuck him in earnest. The older man rolls a condom onto Jisung’s (extremely pretty) cock and holds it against his entrance. He sinks down slowly, taking him all the way in. They both let out loud moans at the overwhelming feeling. The air is hot and humid around them, windows now fogged. Minho grinds his hips experimentally, and surges forward to kiss Jisung again. After adjusting to the stretch, he doesn’t take much time to start bouncing on his dick.
Han screws his eyes shut, letting out rough moans. “Don’t take your eyes off me, Han Jisung.” Minho says for the second time that night, panting.
So Han opens his eyes and instantly regrets it. He looks straight into Minho’s big eyes that are wet, glitter all over his cheeks. Sweat is dripping down his neck and the beads around his neck and ears tinkle as he bounces. The streetlight reflects onto the sparkles on his shirt and they in turn make the inside of the car sparkle. Minho is literally riding himself up and down Jisung’s cock and it feels like heaven, but the latter is having an out-of-body experience marvelling at how beautiful Minho looks.
“Hyung, you’re so beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off you even if I wanted to. From the moment I saw you. So fucking pretty.” He says, grunting as Minho fucks himself even harder.
Minho’s hips stutter to a stop as he buries his face in Jisung’s neck, embarrassed. Jisung begins pushing his hips up, fucking up into his hole and Minho just lets out a drawn out moan.
“The prettiest hyung,” Jisung continues. Minho cries and comes untouched onto Jisung’s chest.
He encourages Han to keep fucking into him, despite crying from oversensitivity. The younger boy comes after a while. He drops his head back into the seat, face serene and eyes shining. Minho smiles brightly and reaches forward to peck him on the lips. Jisung cleans them both up with his shirt and puts it into the pocket of his jacket which he zips over his bare chest. He dresses Minho tenderly, biting hickies into his neck and mouthing at his jaw.
“Permission to romance the fuck out of you tomorrow morning, hyung?” Jisung asks and Minho laughs. “‘Cause I might be a little in love with you already.”
“I might be a little in love with you too, Han Jisung.” Minho giggles.
The next morning they go on a cupcake date to a bodega on a hill and then kiss on the beach in front of all their stupid friends. Minho was a simple man. He was a regular college kid with exams and bills to pay. But now he was a simple man in love.