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Having a full scholarship was more of a disgrace than a blessing sometimes. Well, no, no it wasn’t. Of course it wasn’t, Youngjae wouldn’t even be in college if it wasn’t for his scholarship but having to maintain it was hell, it was almost not worth it. Depending on the scholarship meant Youngjae couldn’t just tell everyone to go fuck themselves and just give up on football for good. 

Youngjae loved football, he truly did, it was his passion since he can remember, but right now it was ruining his life. First, his legs were burning so hard he could barely walk, they have been sore for almost two weeks now and even if he takes rest days they don’t have enough time to recover. And the practice hasn’t even started yet, after working out for almost two hours Youngjae still has team practice. He has no idea how he will run being in so much pain. 

But what has really been messing his thoughts up lately wasn’t exactly the hard work. Youngjae was used to it. It was him. The moment Youngjae stepped foot on the field he was being squeezed all over by stupid Lim Fucking Jaebeom. He was the source of all of Youngjae’s problems. It has been like this since high school, but back then they attended different schools and they would only meet in plays. They hated each other’s guts from day one. 

Now though it was much worse, studying at the same university as Jaebeom and having the older boy as his senior was as if God was playing a prank on Youngjae. They really grew to hate each other in the past two years. Even though they were not opponents anymore, things got much, much worse between them. Youngjae couldn’t stand looking at him anymore and some days he just wanted to not show up for practice at all. 

Jaebeom was pressing Youngjae’s sides so hard it made it difficult to breathe. “Wow, Choi, you have lost weight, haven’t you? You look so small, so delicate, they will break you out there,” Jaebeom mocks him, warm breath hitting Youngjae’s skin in a disgusting way. 

“I have not, asshole,” Youngjae lies, he has in fact lost weight and with that weight, he also lost muscles. He knew it made him look easy to break but he was working on that. The problem here was Jaebeom noticing it, he had no deal being so up Youngjae’s business that he notices it when he loses weight. “It’s rude commenting on someone’s body, do you not know it?”

Youngjae manages to push Jaebeom off him, but then the boy is in front of him, walking backwards with a sly smile. “What? Are you a girl now, is it sexist if I call you petite and narrow? Will you call the feminist gang from the Literature building to defend you?” Jaebeom feigns a worried expression, it makes Youngjae even more annoyed, he is a dickhead. His captain is circling his biceps with his fingers and squeezing hard. “You do look like a girl… you should be worried about tomorrow’s game, what if you break a bone? So breakable, so…”

Jaebeom is squeezing him so tightly now that it’s starting to hurt. “And you should be worried about all the goals you gonna miss. Isn’t that your specialty these days?”

The mocking smile disappears, making space for the infamous clenched jaw. Youngjae rolls his eyes and then he whimpers when the hold on his arms gets tighter yet again. “Everyone can have a bad day,”

“In your case bad days,” Youngjae is the one smiling at him now, “with an ‘s’, because damn, Hyung, can’t get the damn ball inside for shit,” the boy then starts listing all the goals Jaebeom missed in the last month, focusing on the last game when he missed two penalties. 

“Well, at least I do get opportunities to score. What about you always being thrown to the ground like a flying paper doll?” And now Youngjae knows he got under his nerves because his voice changed and Jaebeom looks like he wants to punch him. It wouldn’t be the first time, and Youngjae does not care. 

He tries to push Jaebeom away, struggling with it so he just pathetically hits the older boy’s chest and they are swearing at each other like two kids. Youngjae forgot completely where they were at because he jumps high when a loud whistle sound goes off right on his left ear. 

“You two!” Their coach is walking to them with a school, face red from anger, and shinny from sweat. “Do I need to report you to the university board?”

Both Jaebeom and Youngjae let go of each other, lowering their heads not daring to look at the coach or to say anything. They can’t be reported to the school board or they will lose their scholarships. It’s not like it would be their first time being called to the office because of their fights.

They used to get in physical fights all the time when they were in school, after plays, or at hang-out spots, they would just always find reasons to punch each other. Then when they made it to uni, the pranks started, they were really bad and it was Youngjae’s number one priority instead of his studies. That’s until one night he and Jaebeom managed to flood the whole dorm building. 

It was the last strike, they were almost expelled, and losing their scholarships wasn’t even their biggest worry anymore. So, no, they couldn’t be reported. Youngjae wasn’t going to destroy his future because of Jaebeom, no way. 

“What? Of course not, coach,” Jaebeom is extra loud and cheerful when he puts his arm around Youngjae’s shoulders. “I was just talking about how tiny Youngjae looks. Look, we are almost the same height and yet he looks thin as paper. I’m worried for my dongsaeng as team captain,”

Youngjae nods, fake smiling as well. “And I was just saying how Jaebeom-hyung must be going through a hard time since he keeps missing goals every time he touches the ball. Maybe it’s a case of narcissism, you know how he won’t even pass the ball even though he can’t score himself,”

“Such a thoughtful dongsaeng,” Jaebeom’s fake smile is almost disappearing now. “But, he should worry more about himself, right coach? Maybe stay on the bench until he can put on some muscle like a real man,”

“Well, and maybe Hyung-nim should also be put–”

“Enough!” Coach yells, startling both of them. “You two want to teach me how to do my work? Want to tell me who should or not play? Listen,” he breathes out deeply, a clear sign of annoyance. “We lost the two last games and the other two before that were a tie. I don’t need you fighting, I need you scoring fucking goals,”

“Yes, Sir,” they say in unison. Jaebeom rolls his eyes looking at Youngjae before he is looking back at their coach. 

“And you, Jaebeom, should worry about your whole team doing well. Stop this obsession with Youngjae already,” the man doesn’t even give Jaebeom time to defend himself. Youngjae tries to not smile at the way his captain is blushing. “It would be a shame to have the team captain benched,”

And with that, their coach walks away with Jaebeom following him like an idiot, probably begging for another chance. Youngjae doesn’t care, he is grateful he can focus on practicing instead of having to deal with dumb Jaebeom squeezing him non-stop. 

Thankfully practice goes well without any incident. Jaebeom leaves him alone and he keeps missing the goal even though it’s just practice and it’s embarrassing. Youngjae would mock him but he knows Coach has his eyes on them so he just giggles every time Jaebeom makes a fool of himself. 

After practice, Youngjae should go to the recovery room, he really needs a massage, maybe to be on the ice tub for a few but he can’t stop thinking about what Jaebeom said about his muscles. Was it that obvious that even other people could notice it? Youngjae will only work out for a while and then he will head home. 

His legs hurt too much so he decides to work on his arms. The gym being empty is like an invitation for Youngjae to do something he shouldn’t. The team’s physical trainer was very clear with him, Youngjae was not supposed to lift more weight than what they set on. It was crazy doing it without the man’s orientation. But Youngjae was mad, he wanted to bulk up, at least a bit so he could stop being thrown so easily in the field. 

He thinks back at Jaebeom, the man is the one who looks like a wall and runs over their adversaries like a truck. Youngjae isn’t built like that, but he should at least be able to get some strength in his body. At first, he thinks 5kgs more won’t be a problem, it will probably not even make a difference if he really thinks about that. Youngjae puts 10kgs extra, but he wants the stupid muscles so blady, before he can even think straight he is settling for 25kgs extra. He can totally do it. 

The cable machine is one of his least favorite machines, he still struggles with it and the trainer always has to help him out. Time to learn how to do it on his own, he thinks. He is doing rope pushdowns and it doesn’t even feel that bad, not that heavier but that’s only for two pushdowns. Then Youngjae’s back is really hurting and he feels like his triceps will explode after five repetitions. 

Youngjae is considering whether he should keep going or take some weight off when he is feeling arms enveloping his own. The boy jumps in place, almost letting go of the ropes. “They say one gets all jumpy when they are doing something wrong. What are you doing so wrong that got you jumpy like that, Youngjae-yah?” Jaebeom’s voice is warm again, but this time it’s overly sweet, and his lips are touching Youngjae’s skin. He hates it but he can’t get away from him. 

“I– nothing. I’m working out, can’t you see? Leave me alone,” Youngjae tries to sound firm and not affected at all by Jaebeom’s presence, but he is sweating even more than before now. Sore legs turning into jelly. 

Then he feels Jaebeom pressing his chest to his back and it’s impossible to hold in the small whimper that leaves his mouth. Jaebeom smiles against his skin, pushing his hips against Youngjae’s ass, he is hard. Youngjae doesn’t know why it surprises him, it shouldn’t. He can feel the outline of Jaebeom’s hard cock right at his crack, it’s so distressing. Youngjae doesn’t know how he isn’t moaning. 

“Huh. It seems to be too heavy for you, sweetie,” Jaebeom is telling him and then he is interlocking their fingers so they can hold on to the ropes together. “Straight up your back, don’t move your upper arms, and squat a little,”

Youngjae is stupid for obeying him because then he can really feel Jaebeom’s hardon pressing against his ass and there is nothing he can do. They are stuck to each other, there is no way to move or run, Youngjae should say something but he doesn’t. 

Jaebeom is giving him instructions on the right way to work his arms as if either of them cares about any of it. Youngjae isn’t even doing anything, Jaebeom is doing all the work pushing down the ropes, it’s so much easier for him, it’s embarrassing. He keeps whispering in Youngjae’s ear how well he is doing, even though they know he isn’t doing shit. The only thing Youngjae is actively doing is pressing himself against Jaebeom’s body, feeling how his muscles are working. And it’s driving him insane. 

“It’s been a while,” Jaebeom says after a few minutes, Youngjae wonders if his arms aren’t tired but doesn’t react. “We have a game tomorrow, I want you to suck me off,”

Youngjae chuckles because that’s just stupid. “I’m not giving you head because of a game, Hyung. There are a bunch of other people willing to do that, you don’t need to come to me,”

It’s not as if Youngjae isn’t hard himself, not as if he doesn’t want Jaebeom, he does. He just promised to never do it again. They both did, and that’s why it has been a while. It all started after the dorm flooding, they had to work together picking up garbage around the campus for almost five months. And they couldn’t fight, they wanted to fight and punch each other so badly yet they couldn’t. 

So before they knew it they were doing something else to let their anger out. They were fucking. Youngjae and Jaebeom were fucking everywhere, all the damn time. Youngjae didn’t have a public sex kink, yet he found himself getting fucked everywhere on the campus. They did it in a hidden dirty spot behind the library more times than Youngjae can remember and it’s embarrassing to even think about that. 

But then they were done with their picking up trash punishment and there was no excuse to keep doing it. Sure, they swore to stop and still kept doing it. But it wasn’t so often, and they kept saying it would be the last time. So now it’s been almost a whole month without them doing anything sexual. The longest they ever managed. 

It made Youngjae terribly frustrated, cranky, and mainly horny all the time. But he wasn’t going to admit that and he wasn’t going to go back into the hellhole that was being near Jaebeom. He hated Jaebeom no matter how hot he was, or how deliciously good his cock was, Youngjae still hated him. He wasn’t going to do that and he says it again for good measure. 

“Come on,” Jaebeom abruptly lets go of the ropes and Youngjae’s arms almost snap when he has to hold them himself. “You should be thankful that out of all the other sluts in this place I find you the best one. The number one slut,”

Youngjae lets go of the ropes as well, turning around with an outraged exhale. “I’m not the one begging to have my cock sucked here. I think you are the slut, can never get enough of my mouth. You are the fucking slut, Jaebeom,”

“Jaebeom- hyung , you brat,” Jaebeom flicks his finger painfully against Youngjae’s forehead. “Now, why are you even playing hard to get? It’s not like you don’t want it as well, and it’s for the greater good. I need to be relaxed for the game tomorrow,” 

Jaebeom presses the back of his hand to Youngjae’s groin, raising a brow at him when Youngjae moans softly. “Alright,” he agrees, not even embarrassed about how easy it was to get him to accept. “But if we still lose the game tomorrow you will let me fuck you,”

Jaebeom laughs loudly, taking a step back, and then he keeps laughing when he looks at Youngjae. “Why would I do that? I don’t enjoy that, you don’t enjoy that. You are not a top, I’m not letting you fuck me,”

“Because you would hate it more than me,” Youngjae says simply. Jaebeom is right, he isn’t into topping, but it’s not like he can’t get off with it, it will be like jerking off or whatever. On the other hand Jaebeom really, really likes topping, he probably won’t even come if he gets topped, it would be funny. “So?”

“What do I get if we win though? Do I get to fuck you anywhere I want? Maybe, take you to the movies and have you ride me there, right where we can get caught,” Jaebeom is getting closer to him again. Youngjae might not have a public sex kink but he is pretty sure Jaebeom does, and when he talks in his seductive voice it gets Youngjae to want whatever he does. 

Still, he shakes his head. “You don’t get anything, you are already getting your blowjob,”

Jaebeom rolls his eyes, but he still nods thoughtfully. “Ok, fair. But if I score then I get to fuck you good. What do you say?”

It’s not like Youngjae should care whether Jaebeom scores or not, that is his business, and he should worry about that, not Youngjae. But still, it’s also not like Youngjae doesn’t want to get fucked so he shrugs pretending it’s whatever to him. 

“Alright, so now you be good for me, yeah baby?” Jaebeom says and he is pushing Youngjae to his knees hard, hands on his shoulders making it impossible for the boy to not do just what he wants. 

It’s not like Youngjae would pull on a fight, anyway. He likes being manhandled, and he can feel his cock twitching in his boxers when Jaebeom pushes his shorts down enough that his cock is finally freed from its confines. Seeing his cock slapping against his clothed stomach has Youngjae’s mouth watering. 

Youngjae doesn’t care about how eager he must look, not even waiting for Jaebeom to command him to do anything he takes the older boy’s cock in his hand. Jaebeom is big, he had to be or else Youngjae wouldn’t be so obsessed with him as he is. He wouldn’t love the weight of the other man in his hands the way he does. 

Stroking him lightly, Youngjae leans in so he can give the length kitty licks. It’s not like he isn’t wet already with the way Youngjae is stroking him, but Jaebeom loves when he gives him short licks and kisses. It gets him all weak, Youngjae has to fight a smile when he feels fingers interlocking on his hair. 

Jaebeom always does that when it gets to be too much. Tonight it happens so fast, Youngjae feels victorious about it. “Baby, open your mouth. Take me in,”

Youngjae ignores him, his licks lasting longer, tongue pressing harder against the warm veiny skin. He loves hearing Jaebeom moan, his own cock leaking, aching without any friction, too damn hard just from touching him. Youngjae moves his mouth so he can lick at Jaebeom’s groin too, moving down and kissing at his balls sack. 

Jaebeom’s body spasms hard, eyes closing thigh. “I’m so serious… suck me off before I–”

“Before you what?” Youngjae asks innocently, not waiting for a reply, he knows he isn’t getting one. He licks at Jaebeom’s balls, sucking them into his mouth slowly, working his tongue all around them, making slurpy wet sounds. 

Youngjae takes his time savoring Jaebeom’s taste. He is sweaty, his legs have big green spots from the field grass. Youngjae runs his hands over his muscular thighs, God he really loves them. Youngjae hates acknowledging it, but he is taking his time because he misses Jaebeom, misses his taste, his smell, and the obscene sounds he makes. 

He is digging his nails on Jaebeom’s skin, leaving half-moon red marks all over it. Youngjae knows what is to come when the hold on his hair gets tighter, when he is pulled back and he doesn’t do anything to stop Jaebeom. “Enough playing, baby,”

It’s not even a warning but it’s all Youngjae gets, Jaebeom is then pressing the tip of his cock against the boy’s wet lips. He tells Youngjae to open up and he easily obeys, opening his mouth widely so Jaebeom can do whatever he pleases with him. 

He chokes back the moment Jaebeom shoves almost half his length inside. Jaebeom gives him time to recover but he does not pull away. Youngjae struggles at first, he wasn’t expecting him to go this fast, but soon he is tapping Jaebeom’s leg, an indication for him to keep going. 

This time Youngjae is ready for it when Jaebeom presses his entire length inside. Tongue flat against him as he only serves as a hole for Jaebeom to fuck. Youngjae would never admit it out loud either but he loves it when Jaebeom fucks his throat, pushes his hair, and does whatever he wants with him. 

He can barely get any air in his lungs, tears rolling at the corner of his eyes from how hard Jaebeom is hitting the back of his throat and he just loves it so much. He holds on to Jaebeom’s hips, not doing anything other than needing to feel closer to him. Youngjae twirls his tongue around the tip of the cock in his mouth when Jaebeom slows his thrusts down. 

Loving the praises he gets when he starts bobbing his head to the same slow pace Jaebeom’s hips have going on now. Jaebeom rarely calls him pretty, but when he does he makes Youngjae’s insides burn. The boy is pretty sure he is red from head to toe, the word still echoing in his ears. 

“So pretty when you take my cock…” Jaebeom is patting his head softly, urging him to keep going. “That’s the only thing you are good for, you know? Made to take my cock and nothing else, made for me to fuck,”

Youngjae hates that he likes it, he closes his eyes painfully, more tears adding to the wet mess his face is. He wants to say something, but he has no idea what, all he manages to do is hum around Jaebeom, getting his hair pulled again and clenching around the older boy who starts fucking him harder than before. 

It’s painful and Youngjae can’t control his breathing, his back is pressed against one of the machines and it hurts, but Jaebeom doesn’t care and neither does him. Youngjae is so hard, so worked up he could come at the same time as Jaebeom without needing to do anything else. He feels the build up, can see the muscles of Jaebeom’s legs spasming, the hold on his hair becomes too painful and the thrusts faster and with no pace. 

Jaebeom comes deeply in his throat, snapping his hips powerfully as he rides it out. When he stops he presses Youngjae’s nose against his groin, hand on the back of his head so he can’t pull away. They don’t stay like that for too long, Youngjae starts choking and he is pretty sure he will pass out from how hard he is coughing. 

“Fucker,” Youngjae swears at him when he hears Jaebeom laughing above him. His throat is burning and so are his nostrils. Youngjae feels disgusting with the amount of fluids all over his face. 

“Aw, man, you’re still hard,” Jaebeom says, voice light and bubbly, very different from how it was earlier. He is pointing at Youngjae's groin, and it’s not like the boy had forgotten about it, but he doesn’t mind either. 

“I will take care of it myself,” Youngjae pushes back from the floor, his sore limbs reminding him they are even sorer now. 

Jaebeom wraps his arms around Youngjae’s waist so he can push him all the way to the wall. He presses Youngjae’s body hard, it’s painful and this time the boy complains about his toughness. “Sorry, sorry,” Jaebeom apologizes, kissing the side of his head as if that fixes anything. It kinda does, a little. “I just think it should always be mutual,”

Youngjae is pretty sure Jaebeom only manhandles him because he likes showing how strong he is. He is also pretty sure Jaebeom likes to reciprocate so no one can talk shit about his sex game. Youngjae rolls his eyes, he is so full of himself, but it’s not like he minds. He really, really doesn’t mind the way Jaebeom is kissing his neck, wet warm kisses that last too long on the same spot. 

He pushes Youngjae’s shorts down and he doesn’t even have to worry about making the slide wet. Youngjae is disgustingly wet already, he is disgustingly horny and on the edge too. Jaebeom’s hand wrapped around him is making him curl his toes. He has no delicacy whatsoever, moving his hand fast and a little too harshly, calluses hand just raspy enough to make it good, the way Youngjae likes. 

He bites down at Jaebeom’s shoulder when he comes on his captain’s hand, swearing under his breath even as he can barely keep himself up. Youngjae feels his head being patted again, he looks at Jaebeom just to find the other looking at him as if he was a good dog. 

“You do it so well…” Jaebeom says in a dreamy voice, but it’s also mocking. He looks down at his dirty hand still wrapped around Youngjae, so he pulls the boy’s shorts back up and brings his hand up to clean it on Youngjae’s uniform shirt. 

“Hey!” Youngjae tries to push him away without success. 

“What? It’s yours, not mine,” Jaebeom says matter of fact. Pulling away from Youngjae altogether now. 

“Yeah, because yours went all the way back my throat,” Youngjae complains indignantly. Of course, he has a change of clothes and will shower before returning to the dorm, but it’s disgusting nonetheless. 

“And you liked it, every drop of it,” Jaebeom easily says back. Getting his backpack from the floor and directing his eyes back at Youngjae, they look serious now. “Two things, go home and rest for tomorrow’s game. Also, next time I see you being stupid with weight lifting I’m punching you in the face, I’m not kidding,”

“Fuck you,” Youngjae retorts even though he knows Jaebeom is right. He was just feeling dumb and stupid, he gains muscle and then he loses it all, it was Jaebeom’s fault for making fun of him anyway. 

“It’s okay. It makes you lighter and you run faster, so you can pass the ball to me and I can score a goal, like it should be,” Jaebeom is close to him again as he is making his way out of the gym. “I also think it’s hot how it makes you fit right in my arms,”

The last part he says, wrapping himself around Youngjae’s back again, the way he did earlier with the cable machine. Youngjae elbows him and all he hears is Jaebeom laughing loudly before he leaves the room altogether. Youngjae’s face burns with anger and with something else he can’t name. 

*

They win the game, Jaebeom scores twice and assists for another play to score too. Youngjae is happy, of course he is happy they won. But Jaebeom is so cocky about it, that he almost wishes they had lost. The team has a celebration party after the game and Jaebeom , like he always does, likes to be the center of everything. Loud and obnoxious, taking all the praises like a clown. 

All the girls praising him and being all over him all night also annoys Youngjae. Not that he cares that they don’t even get to talk, Youngjae only wanted to bother him, nothing else. It still annoys the hell out of him and he goes back to his dorm way earlier than he usually does. 

But what is really unbelievable for Youngjae is that Jaebeom holds him to their deal, that stupid boy is the team’s striker and captain, he could be fucking whoever he wants but he still takes Youngjae to the movies and fucks him there. There were four or five people in the session, but Jaebeom chose the midnight session to a movie that wasn’t popular at all, not even among the nerds. He told Youngjae people were pretty much sleeping or giving each other handjobs so he didn’t have to worry. 

He didn’t give Jaebeom a handjob, he rode him the way Jaebeom wanted him to do. Youngjae wanted to lie and say he hated every second of it. Sure he was afraid someone would catch them, and it made him terribly anxious. But he still came untouched and he still let Jaebeom hold him on his lap for almost ten minutes after they were done. 

Being fucked at the movies definitely beat topping Jaebeom. Youngjae was glad the other stopped missing goals. He was glad he lost their bet. 

Youngjae didn’t know how he felt about what happened next. They fell back onto the same rabbits in heat dynamics from a few months ago. Youngjae doesn’t even know how it happened, they don’t share classes, they don’t have common friends other than their teammates, and they don’t hang out in the same places. They only see each other at practices and games, yet they still find the opportunity to fuck almost daily. 

They don’t promise it will be the last time, simply because they know it won’t. They still fight a lot, pushing each other around in practice like two kids trying to get each other’s attention, but it’s not serious anymore, there is no heat behind it and it’s just for show. They swear and call each other names just to fuck in the stalls a few minutes later, smiling into each other’s mouths. It’s embarrassing, maybe Jaebeom doesn’t care but it makes Youngjae feel stupid and hopeless.

He never thought of himself as the type of person who would enjoy this kind of relationship. First, they don’t even have a relationship. They don’t talk, they fuck. They are not nice to each other, and as much as Youngjae enjoys how Jaebeom speaks to him, it makes him hot, he also likes being sweet-talked to. He wants someone to call and ask how his day was, not to booty call him at 3 am asking for a quickie. 

Youngjae isn’t even romantic or anything, he isn’t like that, he just keeps thinking that’s some shit he would like once in a while. He knows he can’t get it from Jaebeom so he doesn’t know why he just doesn’t stop it already. Because the sex is good, his horny brain supplies. Yeah, because the sex is too good to give up in. 

But sometimes they spend a lot of time in bed after sex and they talk a bit. Sometimes Jaebeom defends him when Youngjae has an argument with a team player. And sometimes they eat together too, and they share their clothes without noticing. It’s giving Youngjae mixed feelings, he wants to focus on the sex part so he can stop getting hope from where there is none. 

They being always together and always finding excuses to see each other was more like a fuck buddy thing than anything else. And they were not buddies so it was a fucking only thing. Youngjae had to stop having silly thoughts about holding Jaebeom’s hand. He didn’t like him, he had to stop. 

So Youngjae really tries to stop thinking about it. He keeps making up excuses to not see Jaebeom, and when they fight he tries to pull all his anger onto it even though there isn’t much left in him. He doesn’t even remember why he hates Jaebeom in the first place. Or if he hates him at all. 

Youngjae can’t run from Jaebeom all the time though. With practice, they have to see each other a lot. He still tries to pretend he doesn’t care, and tries to distract himself from the fact that he will be seeing Jaebeom in a few by teasing his roommate for being so into one of the players he is coming to practice with Youngjae to watch the boy. 

Once a week other students can watch practice, Yugyeom never came even though he should support Youngjae, but suddenly it’s interesting for him. He knows nothing about football but he said today he will root for Youngjae. It’s just practice but Yugyeom will be rooting. He won’t tell Youngjae who is the boy he has his eyes on and Youngjae keeps bugging him about it. 

He is so distracted he almost trips on Jaebeom who is talking to a girl by the bleachers. “Sorry, I–” he stops when he notices who is in front of him. Jaebeom and the girl stand way too close together, she is cute. Really cute, and it’s not like Youngjae knows Jaebeom’s type but he would think it was someone like this, pretty, short, and feminine. It makes him angry. Angrier than he usually gets when he sees Jaebeom with other people, today he was just not in the mood to see him with someone else. “It’s not like you two should be standing here anyway, people should be seated on the bleachers,”

The girl blushes, eyes going from Youngjae to Jaebeom like a frightened fish. “Sorry, I was just talking to Jaebeom-oppa before pr–”

“Don’t care,” Youngjae snaps, turning back to Yugyeom and telling him to enjoy practice, before he is leaving his friend alone. 

Youngjae doesn’t even make it to the field before he sees Jaebeom to his side, a dumb smirk on his lips. “You sure are an asshole, Choi Youngjae,” 

“The fuck you are talking to me for,” now Youngjae is always rude to Jaebeom, not to random people. But he is so mad, it’s not jealousy, he is just angry and wants to push Jaebeom to the floor and kick him all over. Not because he is jealous. Because it is Jaebeom and it’s Youngjae's duty to hate him. He needs to remember this. 

“Who is the guy that came with you?” Jaebeom asks, nonchalantly, pointing his head to the bleachers. Youngjae rolls his eyes, it’s none of his business and he should be the one making questions here, but he won’t, he isn’t this pathetic. “Fine, ignore me. Anyway… there is a movie I want to watch this Saturday, what do you think?”

Youngjae stops walking to look at him, “I hope it’s boring, terrible, awful, hope someone sits next to you and talks the entire movie,”

“What? What the fuck, Choi. You know I don’t want to watch no movie,” Jaebeom says slowly like he is talking to the dumbest person alive. 

Youngjae averts his eyes back to the girl at the bleachers, she lowers her head when she notices him looking. “Well, that’s a shame. I have a date Saturday, find someone else,” Youngjae didn’t have a date. Yugyeom has been bothering him about it for weeks now, saying this friend of his was Youngjae’s perfect match and shit. 

But Youngjae really didn’t want to start seeing anyone seriously. Even though he has been longing for a relationship, he didn’t want to meet anyone new. He knew he had to go on dates, kiss some frogs to find his prince charming or whatever, but it was much easier to let Jaebeom fuck him and keep wishing for something he couldn’t have. 

But now he would have a date. Youngjae just decided he will go on a date with the guy Yugyeom wants to see and he will make a boyfriend out of him. He and Jaebeom need to go back to their hate-only relationship. So when he sees Jaebeom with a girl he can just find it disgusting, and not feel like his heart is being crushed in his chest. 

“You have a what? Are you fucking with me?” Jaebeom pulls Youngjae by the arm, that’s not uncommon between them but for some reason this time the younger really hates it. 

“I was fucking with you. I’m gonna fuck with other people from now on,” Youngjae starts walking again just for Jaebeom to pull him another time. This time he doesn’t let go of his arm. “What?”

“Just like this? Do you–” Jaebeom looks mad, not confused or even upset, he looks mad the way he did when Youngjae stole all his clothes from his closet back on their prank phase. That was when Youngjae was punched by naked Jaebeom too. “You are fucked in the head if you think you can play with me like this,”

Youngjae rolls his eyes. He is mad too, he is so damn mad. Jaebeom thinks he can fuck around, bring some random ass girl to practice, and still demand something from him. Youngjae doesn’t even get why he cares, he shouldn’t care about Jaebeom of all people. 

They have the same arguments they always have during practice, the difference is that they feel really serious this time and Jaebeom uses his captain's voice to scold Youngjae in front of everyone. It almost makes Youngjae cry. And the worst part of it all is that they don’t fuck afterward, Youngjae can’t let his anger out. It keeps being built up inside him until Saturday night. 

Of course, Yugyeom notices how on edge he is, and that’s exactly why he doesn’t let Youngjae back off from the date. Youngjae should have just said he had a date to Jaebeom, he didn’t have to make it real. He feels so annoyed with himself. Yugyeom keeps saying he needs cock or whatever, but Youngjae just needs to punch a large football player’s face, he doesn’t need much. 

“You can’t back away, you're gonna hurt my friend if you do. He is really… soft, I’d say,” Yugyeom says as he gets ready for his shift at the coffee shop. 

Youngjae wants to barf. Yeah, he wanted some softness in his life, but not a soft guy. God, the last thing he wanted was a soft guy. Youngjae liked them rough, and kinda mean, they could be soft at times but not at all times. Just like Jaebeom, but Youngjae can’t think about him now, but the guy should be like Jaebeom. 

And even though he wasn’t worried about hurting Yugyeom’s friend he didn’t want to disappoint Yugyeom. So he gave his friend his word he would go and lied on his bed dreading every second that passed. When it was time to get ready Youngjae did it terribly slowly, he wondered if he should just not put much effort into it so the guy could be turned off. 

He was planning on being extra annoying too, he hoped his date would want to leave before they were even done with dinner. It was a nice plan, he was satisfied with himself. He was already ten minutes late when Youngjae tried to leave the dorm and the door didn’t open. 

Youngjae chuckled nervously, breathing in and out and trying to open the door again but it just wouldn’t open, his key wouldn’t go into the hole either. “Okay, don’t panic,” Youngjae tried pep-talking himself. He was afraid to keep pushing the key and breaking it inside, then he would be really locked. 

He does the smartest thing he can think of, calling Yugyeom. His friend doesn’t pick up, because of course he doesn’t. The coffee shop Yugyeom works at has dumb messages like ‘talk to the person in front of you’, ‘no wi-fi, make deep connections’, and such. Youngjae had no idea how it survived considering people mainly used coffee shops to study and get work done, the important matter though was that Yugyeom couldn’t use his phone at work and so he couldn’t be contacted. 

Youngjae was freaking out, he wanted to call the cops, the fire department, just anyone who could help him. But then he realized he was locked so it meant he couldn’t go on a date and Yugyeom couldn’t blame him for that because well, it wasn’t Youngjae's fault. Maybe life was on his side for once. 

Not even bothering to take off his date night clothes, Youngjae lied back on his bed, deciding a nap would be perfect. And he could look tired and upset when Yugyeom makes it home, it will work out perfectly. Yugyeom would be able to open the door, probably, so Youngjae didn’t have to worry.

A few hours later Youngjae wakes up disoriented, he definitely slept more than he planned on. His head is spinning when he realizes what woke him up was the door being opened. Jumping up off the bed, Youngjae is ready to explain to Yugyeom what happened when he sees Jaebeom standing at the door. 

Youngjae blinks slowly at him, this can’t be right. But Jaebeom flicks the lights on and it’s definitely right. It’s definitely him. It’s not the Jaebeom that Youngjae is used to though. He only sees the older boy all sweaty, wearing the team’s uniform, at best he wears sweatpants when they go to the movies, they are easier to slide down than jeans. 

Tonight Jaebeom looks like he is walking out of a magazine. Youngjae can’t stop looking him up and down, he is wearing a dark green button-up and real tight jeans. Sure he still has sneakers on but his mullet is styled and that’s more than Youngjae has ever seen from him. It should be a dream, it has all the characteristics of a dream, except for the scent. 

Dreams don’t have a scent, and if they had Youngjae is sure Jaebeom would smell like sweat, sex, and grass, not this fresh and clean like the most expensive cologne in the world. “Hum…” Youngjae has no idea what to say, he kinda wants Jaebeom to throw him on his bed and have his way with him. But they are not doing it anymore. 

“What are you doing standing there? Didn’t you say you had a date tonight?” Jaebeom asks, and Youngjae nods slowly, it’s too late now though his date has already been stood up. For some reason, Youngjae wants to explain that to Jaebeom but he doesn’t get the chance. “Let’s go,” Jaebeom walks to him, putting his warm hand on Youngjae’s small back, and the boy can’t do anything but let himself be guided out of the room. 

Youngjae isn’t confused from sleep anymore, he just doesn’t get what is going on. He knows they are going to the movies because it’s really close to the campus and he made his way there way too many times in the past months. But he and Jaebeom never walked together, and definitely, his captain never had his hand on his back. 

“My date wasn’t even with you,” Youngjae says because he needs to say something and it is driving him insane how they are acting like this is something normal. 

“So? You wanted to go on a date, you are going on date,” Jaebeom turns to him, moving Youngjae’s fringe off his eyes in a nice gesture. It has Youngjae swallowing drily, he has no idea what is going on, but he won’t complain. He likes it.

Jaebeom pays for their tickets, both tickets, he never does that. And he buys snacks too, also something he never does, who needs snacks when they are just screwing? It’s when Youngjae realizes it is not that late, it’s not the midnight screening. And if Jaebeom thinks Youngjae will let him fuck him in a cinema room full of people he is deadly wrong. 

Youngjae is about to say that when he realizes something else. “Wait, how did you open my door?”

“You were going on a date with someone else,” as if that’s enough explanation, Youngjae thinks.

He waits until they are seated, the room still not all the way dark to demand explanations again. “Hyung, did you lock me in my room so I couldn’t go out with another dude? Are you insane– I mean, I’m pretty sure that’s a crime. And why would you do that anyway–”

“I learned how to do it when we were pranking each other, I never got the chance to do it, so…” and again it’s not enough. Youngjae asks why he would do that again and this time Jaebeom looks at him, he might be blushing but Youngjae can’t be sure because all the lights are being turned off. “You wanted a date, I’m giving you a date. Am I not good enough to be your date?”

Youngjae lowers his head, trying to suppress his smile. “I don’t think that’s how a date is supposed to be,”

Jaebeom grunts annoyedly, taking Youngjae’s hand on his and holding it. “What about now?”

It’s embarrassing, Youngjae’s smile is so large it hurts his cheeks and Jaebeom smiles back when they have never even once smiled at each other like this. He wants to hide his face, pretend he is disappearing, and he does that. Youngjae cozies up to Jaebeom in their seats, hiding his face on his neck. And it’s nice. It’s not awkward between them, it’s just warm all over and nice.

Youngjae didn’t expect to be like this all night, but Jaebeom picked a horror movie and he spends most of the filming wrapped around Jaebeom’s arm and hiding his face on his neck. Jaebeom laughs at the scary moments instead of yelling like normal people around them do. And he keeps telling the younger to look at the screen just when he knows something will scare him. They go to pizzas after the movie, and when Jaebeom asks if he had fun Youngjae shakes his head but he can’t stop smiling. 

“You should stop looking so pleased with yourself then,” Jaebeom tells him, poking his cheeks to show him just how hard he is smiling. 

Youngjae doesn’t even care. “I’m not… it’s just that I went on some dates back in high school but it’s not the same. We were living off our parents' money, could barely afford milkshakes, this is nice,”

Jaebeom nods, leaning in so he can kiss Youngjae’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses until he reaches his ear. “If that’s what you wanted you should just have told me. I’d have taken you to do many dates already,”

But it’s not true. Jaebeom wouldn’t have taken him to dates, they never even spent the night together, they had nothing even similar to a relationship, and now that Youngjae thinks about it he is pretty sure Jaebeom was just scared of losing his easy fuck. That’s why he made Youngjae miss his date night. 

“ “You don’t want to do this though. Not with me at least, you don’t like me. You hate me,” and now would be the perfect time for Youngjae to say they both hate each other, but that wouldn’t be true either. 

He thinks hate is supposed to make you mad and make your heart race in some other way. Youngjae’s heart races in a painful way, he feels butterflies in his stomach when he sees Jaebeom, and he wishes they could sleep and wake up together every time they fuck. 

“Youngjae… I hate you, really? So what is this then?” Jaebeom’s hands find Youngjae’s waist, pulling him closer so they can look into each other’s eyes. “I haven’t slept for three nights thinking about you dating someone else. I had to ask for help from my friend’s girlfriend to buy clothes I’d look good on… I was going crazy by the thought of we becoming nothing but two people who hated each other when I haven’t even hated you in a long time,”

Youngjae pouts at him, he was worried about it too. He never had a problem with how he and Jaebeom worked, but he didn’t want them to be like that forever. And in all honesty, the only person he wanted to be sweet to him was Jaebeom, not any random guy. The relationship he longed to have was with Jaebeom. “But you never said anything…” 

“How can I tell my deadly enemy I’m in love with him?” Jaebeom’s voice is low, and he sounds anxious. 

Youngjae chuckles, pecking him on the lips. He is anxious too, but it’s somehow good. “We were never that though. We were just guys finding excuses to fuck hard,”

“Yeah,” Jaebeom agrees, kissing Youngjae as well. “But can we still come up with shit to fuck hard even if we don’t call each other names anymore? Because I’d really like to take you home now and rearrange your organs,”

Youngjae laughs out loud, looking to the sides to make sure no one heard them. He pulls Jaebeom off the table even before they can finish their pizza. Instead of taking the bus, Youngjae and Jaebeom decide to run to the dorms even though the older boy keeps saying it will ruin his stamina. They place a bet that is completely meaningless, Youngjae beats Jaebeom to it easily, he has to wait for the other for almost four minutes in front of their dorm building. 

“So, did it ruin your stamina?” Youngjae asks once they are inside Jaebeom’s room, his roommate locked away in the other small bedroom like always. 

Jaebeom is breathing hard but he still smirks at Youngjae. Holding on to Youngjae’s waist he pushes him against the door, “you know cardio is really good for you because when you do it steadily it makes you more energetic,”

“Yeah?” Youngjae bites his lower lip, his heart beating so fast in his chest that he is afraid Jaebeom can feel it too. This is different from every other time they did it, it feels different. “Are you full of energy now, Hyung?”

“You have no idea,” the taller boy leans in, capturing Youngjae’s lips for a hard deep kiss. He is pressing their bodies together, rolling their hips together, as he traps Youngjae in his arms. 

Youngjae can barely move, Jaebeom moves away for a second but it’s impossible for them to breathe with how hard they are pressed against each other. And it’s not even bad, Youngjae wants it like this, he wants it to be hard, to be breathless, and to make him weak. 

“Hyung, can you do it so… so I know you really like me?” It’s a stupid thing to say, Youngjae hasn’t even drunk anything so he has no excuses. But he just wants to know, just wants to be sure. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Jaebeom says, nodding. Their eyes are locked, and Youngjae knows he really means it because then he is pulling the younger boy’s legs around his hips just to make the short way to his bed, where he drops Youngjae with so much care it makes his heart ache. 

Jaebeom undoes his shirt, slowly so, not taking his eyes away from Youngjae. It’s too much, his body is buzzy, and when Youngjae tries to take his clothes off as well, Jaebeom beats his hands away. 

“Leave it to me, my love,” 

Youngjae’s brain short circuits at the endearing term, he spreads his legs involuntary and Jaebeom laughs when he notices. “Don’t laugh, you asshole. It’s you making me like this,”

“Yeah, I know. I turn you into a cock whore. It’s okay, I’m gonna give it to you,” Jaebeom assures him, kissing Youngjae quickly before he drops his shirt to the floor. 

It’s not like Youngjae doesn’t see it all the time, he does. He is sick of seeing Jaebeom’s bare shoulders and chest because they always make him so stupidly horny, he wishes he would go blind sometimes. But not right now. 

Right now Jaebeom is kneeling on the bed, between Youngjae’s legs, shirtless, broad shoulders on display as he pushes Yougnjae’s shirt up using his teeth. The boy moans softly, it’s one of the hottest things Jaebeom has ever done to him. His tongue is so warm, touching softly all over his happy trail, going up slowly, licking his stomach, kissing every centimeter. 

Youngjae uses his hands to hide his face, he can’t keep looking, he is already aching hard just from all the wet touching his body. Jaebeom looking this hot as he does will make him go insane. That’s probably why he gasps when the boy’s hands fondle his chest, squeezing hard just to go back to his careful fondly. 

“Hyung,” Youngjae breathes out. He doesn’t know what he means to say, and he completely forgets even who he is when Jaebeom’s fingers start playing with his nipples. 

“They are so soft,” Jaebeom whispers to him, just before he kisses both of them. Youngjae rolls his hips up but there is no use, he doesn’t even get to push them up from the mattress with the weight of Jaebeom on top of him. 

And then the kisses stop coming, instead, Jaebeom wraps his lips around one of his nipples and sucks on it while his other is being twisted painfully between his fingers. Youngjae is crying out with pleasure, trying to push back, to make Jaebeom keep going. Hands on Jaebeom’s head as he begs him to not stop. 

Jaebeom doesn’t, but he also starts rolling his hips over Youngjae’s spread leg so slowly and deliciously. He is all over him, Youngjae can feel him everywhere even at places they aren’t touching. It’s like they are just one, their skins connected, but they aren’t yet, not really, Youngjae needs to really have him everywhere. 

“Hyung, please, please… don’t torture me,” and as if to show him that he can do just that. Jaebeom bites at his nipple at the same time as he rolls his hips harder against Youngjae, making sure he can feel the line of his cock. “I– can’t– I need–”

Youngjae’s mind is foggy, and he is leaking already, he is so desperate he thinks he is saying something even though he has no idea what it is. He has no control left in his body, can’t do anything but lie there, and let Jaebeom take his time with him. 

Jaebeom is an evil person because he doesn’t hurry up, when he lets go of Youngjae’s nipple all he does is move to the side and capture the other one in his mouth as well. It’s so abused already, sore and red, Youngjae cries, begging again. And at least this time Jaebeom uses his hands to undo Youngjae’s jeans, he pulls them as down as they will go without him having to move away from his new favorite spot. 

It doesn’t help much, his underwear is still in the way and Jaebeom is still just sucking at his nipple and exploring his torso with his hands. “You are perfect, everything about you… I want to devour you. Want to have you all for myself, to have every centimeter of your body mapped in my mind. I want to have you,”

“Okay,” is Youngjae’s dumbfounded reply. Jaebeom smiles, he can feel his teeth touching the skin of his chest. And then he is off the bed. “No, no, don’t go,” Youngjae is whining, arms extended forward as he tries to pull Jaebeom back in. 

But he is more than happy when the older boy takes his tight jeans and his red underwear off. Youngjae is drunk on it, he wants to devour Jaebeom too, wants Jaebeom to be all he has ever tasted. 

He has his own clothes taken care of by Jaebeom, Youngjae doesn’t bother helping at all. His limbs are all jelly and useless anyway. Jaebeom is looking at him with so much care and affection, he couldn’t possibly be faking all of it. If it has ever been like this, how can Youngjae have never noticed it before? 

“Hyung, I think you really do like me,” Youngjae comments, and Jaebeom laughs, he is still on his feet as he takes the bottle of lube from his nightstand. 

“I’m so glad you got my hints,” he says, stroking his cock lazily as he looks at Youngjae who whines in reply. 

“But right now I don’t care whether you do or not, really. Just want you to fuck it inside me until there is only your cock left inside me,” and again Jaebeom laughs, but it’s breathy this time, he kisses Youngjae, lowering over him as he slowly gets back on the bed, lying on top of the boy. 

“Damn, what even are you saying, baby?” It’s sweet, and it’s warm, the way he talks between kisses. Arms around Youngjae, making sure their naked bodies touch everywhere, swallowing his moan when their cocks slide together, again and again. 

Jaebeom’s movements are slow, he is moving Youngjae’s body with him and it’s like they are slowly burning up together. Youngjae thinks it could go on forever, they could keep doing it forever and as much as he wants to get off already, he would be happy about it. Only with the touch of their bodies, he would be happy. 

“I think I can come from this,” Youngjae tells him, the weight and warmth from Jaebeom’s cock might not be enough to make him come quickly, but it’s good enough to drag it out of him. 

Jaebeom kisses his sweaty forehead, “yeah? But you won’t, you know you won’t, right?” And like that was all it had to be said, Jaebeom is taking the lube and squeezing the liquid on his fingers. He warms it up on his fingers, pressing two inside Youngjae at once. 

It’s not like they had had sex lately, it’s been over a week, yet Jaebeom knows his body well by now, he knows how to prepare Youngjae and he knows how to do it quickly and with barely any pain. At least when they want to do it like this. 

He is scissoring his fingers inside Youngjae as he kisses the boy, sucking on his tongue messily, wet and naughty. Youngjae wraps his arms around Jaebeom’s shoulders, he wants to bring him closer but he also wants to feel how broad he is. He loves the idea of Jaebeom crushing over him, squeezing him, making him fit against his chest. 

“You know you will come on my cock, and only on my cock, right?” Jaebeom whispers into his mouth. Youngjae doesn’t even know what he is talking about anymore when the other is spreading his legs wider apart, rearranging his hips so he can guide his cock inside Youngjae. 

Jaebeom usually is not slow, he is not careful, they just do it fast and hard. Probably because that’s how it was the first time and they just kept doing it like this, but this time he takes his time. It’s not needed, Youngjae obviously can take him well, but he still presses in slowly, telling Yongjae how tight around Jaebeom he is, how warm, soft and perfect he feels. 

Youngjae likes it, he didn’t know he liked it this much until Jaebeom starts praising every little detail of his body. He makes Youngjae feel wanted and that’s his biggest turn-on it seems because soon enough he is pressing Jaebeom’s chest harder against his own, and rolling his hips so he can get more of him inside. 

Jaebeom doesn’t even tell him to stop, to wait, he lets Youngjae do as he pleases all while he keeps pushing inside. Jaebeom is balls deep inside him, skin burning against skin, and they don’t have to wait. He starts moving his hips slowly, matching the way their lips move together. But when they become breathless, when they aren’t doing more than just moving together, Jaebeom’s thrusts also speed up. 

He moves almost all the way out just to push back inside again, hard, and deep. He is doing it fast and it’s making obscene wet sounds, Youngjae keeps his eyes closed tightly, he never felt anything like this. Jaebeom’s hands move his hips to the side, just barely so, and then he is thrusting into him again and this time he hits all the right places. 

Youngjae is moaning loudly, the bed hitting the wall repeatedly, everything is so loud, so humid, and hot. It’s heavy and overwhelming. Jaebeom doesn’t let Youngjae touch himself when he lowers his hands. Youngjae gets lightheaded with how fast he obeys, spreading his legs as much as he can so he can give Jaebeom all the room he might want. 

He feels like he is just handing himself to Jaebeom, it feels like so and he doesn’t care. Jaebeom’s cock hitting his prostate the way it is right now it’s the best thing Youngjae has ever felt, and he lets the other know it. Jaebeom kisses him again, biting his lower lip, it makes Youngjae impossibly more sensitive. He is crying with the intensity of it, shivering with pleasure, when Jaebeom fucks him even faster. 

“Come, baby, come for me,” Jaebeom’s words barely make any sense in the loud room, with their lips pressed. But Youngjae’s body wants nothing but to please the other and without him having any control over it, he is coming between them. 

It’s a mess all over his stomach, his cock being pressed between their bodies, it’s sensitive and overly wet and Jaebeom is telling him sweet nothings before he is grunting, deep and low. He comes inside Youngjae, pushing and pushing into his hole, moaning and making Youngjae feel his chest hurt as he looks at the boy on top of him. 

It’s not the first time they kiss after sex, but it’s the first time Jaebeom turns them on their sides so they can cuddle and Youngjae isn’t just rushing to his own dorm. Youngjae feels strange, he wants this, that’s exactly what he has been longing for. With Jaebeom, he wanted it with Jaebeom. 

Even with Jaebeom’s death grip on him, Youngjae manages to turn around, getting a kiss on the lips when he does so. “What’s wrong?”

“Will it be like this from now on? Do you think we can be like this?” Youngjae points between them, at their interlocked legs and all Jaebeom does is shrug. 

“I mean I can’t promise you we won’t fight anymore, you can really get under my nerves,” Jaebeom sounds sincere enough, he brings Youngjae closer to him. “But the hurtful things we’d say to each other… I don’t want to hurt you again, Youngjae. I just want to be together, just want to be with you,”

Youngjae smiles, hugging Jaebeom. He is scared they will fuck up somehow, but he thinks it can work out as long as they want to be together like this. 

“That’s… very sweet actually,” he kind of expected Jaebeom to say it didn’t matter and that as long as they keep fucking it doesn’t matter if they do it after fighting or after a date. He is happy they feel the same way about this. “You know, we should get a theater membership, Hyung. With you being this sweet to me I think we gonna be attending the midnight session a lot,”

“The 9 PM one too,” Jaebeom’s voice is deep when he bites at his shoulder, using his body to push Youngjae on his back to kiss him again.