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They say that sandbox love never dies—at least, that’s what Jeno has heard. If you ask him, the truth lies closer to evolution. Sandbox love doesn’t die. It evolves, shapes itself into something novel and wonderful; frightening, but still a joy to look at. To feel. Sometimes Jeno looks at Donghyuck and sees how much time has passed them by, how the clumsy, overcompensating chatterbox of a boy he’d met at recess has grown into someone he trusts with his life, someone who lets Jeno fall asleep in his lap and runs his fingers through his hair and knows just when Jeno’s social battery is running out, someone who knows what to say to get him to give—and in that knowledge there is truth: Jeno loves Donghyuck more than anything.
So Jeno’s love evolves: from letting Donghyuck steal his cookies at lunch to nursing his hangovers on the weekends to watching him fall in and out of love countless times with countless people. Donghyuck has a seemingly endless line of conquests, each crush as all-consuming as the last. It’s like where Jeno exercises restraint with his affection, Donghyuck is a full blown forest fire. His love burns hot, bright—and most importantly, fast. During their freshman year of college alone it was Johnny Suh from Statistics, then Mark Lee from his Psych lecture, then, inexplicably, Jaemin Na. Jeno had walked into his and Donghyuck’s shared dorm room that first year to find both of them shirtless and covered in hickeys, crammed onto Donghyuck’s twin XL mattress. At the very least, Jeno had been grateful that they hadn’t chosen to fuck on his bed instead. He and Jaemin had ended up becoming good friends, but it was then that Jeno had stopped keeping track of Donghyuck’s boys for the sake of his fragile sanity.
And then comes that godforsaken party.
Chenle’s hosting, because of course he is, because he doesn't have any roommates this year and is abusing the liberty and freedom that comes with having your own space. Jeno is stuck being a resident advisor–in the freshman dorms, no less. One of the RAs on his floor had quit mid-semester because one of the students had drunkenly thrown up on his low-dunks, (a minor offense, if you ask Jeno) which means that they’re all stuck pulling extra shifts until the housing office hires a replacement. It’s Jeno’s first weekend off in a long time, and Donghyuck will no doubt be trying to talk him into attending another party next weekend, so why can’t he just let Jeno have this?
“That is exactly why you need to come out tonight!” Donghyuck is saying. He has his arm around Jeno’s shoulder as they walk through the quad, and Jeno is using every brain cell he has left to stop himself from leaning over and burying his nose against Donghyuck’s neck, where he knows his cologne will be the strongest. It’s chocolate and bergamot, the same one he’s used since they were fifteen.
“Not happening,” Jeno says.
“If you hate me you should just say that. It would hurt less.” Donghyuck sighs.
“Hyuck. I’m telling you I need to recharge this weekend or I’ll be out of commission for the entirety of November.”
“And I’m telling you this party is going to be super low-key. I won't have any fun without my best friend there! It already sucks that we don’t live together anymore…”
Right. Minor detail. Jeno had signed up to be an RA not only to save money but also because spending an entire year living with Donghyuck woke him up to the very real consequences of cohabitating with the best friend you may or may not be in love with. Jeno had decided that maybe putting some space between them would help him nip any feelings in the bud, but as Donghyuck juts out his bottom lip and sinks to his knees in the very public area, Jeno realizes his feelings have actually grown to roughly the size of a rosebush. If the rosebush were the same size as Alaska, maybe.
“Donghyuck,” he hisses, “Stand up!”
“Not until you say yes,” Donghyuck wails. Jeno had forgotten he could cry on command. Jesus Christ. Theater kids. “Please,” Donghyuck says, “Renjun and Mark will be there! And Jaemin too!”
“Okay! I guess I can stop by for a few minutes…” Jeno says, and Donghyuck perks up immediately. “Really?”
“Yes,” Jeno sighs, “Now get up, you’re causing a scene.”
Donghyuck stands and dusts off his cargo pants. “Jeno. Have I ever told you how much I love and appreciate you?”
“You don’t do it enough, honestly.” Jeno huffs. Naturally, Donghyuck takes that as a challenge. He grabs Jeno’s face between his palms, holding him close enough that Jeno has to cross his eyes to look at him properly. “Hey,” he starts, “What the—”
“Jeno Lee. You’re my best friend in the whole wide world and I love you more than life and love itself. I would kill for you, die for you, and live for you, got it?” Donghyuck says.
All that Jeno can manage is: “Oh.”
If Donghyuck feels how his cheeks heat up, he pays it no mind. He lets go of him as suddenly as he’d grabbed him, and pulls out his phone to shoot off a text. “So pregame at Mark’s? Pretty sure all he has is that shitty boxed wine again so I’m probably gonna get stuff beforehand. Do you want anything in particular?”
Jeno is still reeling from his fake(???) declaration of love. How did he come up with that on the spot? “Uh?”
Donghyuck stops typing to shoot him an unimpressed look. “Jeno.”
“I’m down for whatever,” Jeno says finally. “You know me.”
The grin Donghyuck gives him is equal parts perplexed and playful. “Yeah, I do. Peach soju it is.”
//
When Jeno kisses Donghyuck, he doesn’t mean it.
Okay, he does. Did. Whatever.
He just didn’t expect it to go so far.
In his defense, the party is a lot larger than Donghyuck had made it out to be. Jeno is also drunk. In like, the most perfect way. He feels light and bubbly and the usual anxiety that prevents him from enjoying social gatherings is nowhere to be found. In his defense, Donghyuck looks really fucking good in a crop top, and Jeno has never ever been able to say no to him, not even when it mattered.
It happens like this: One minute they’re giggling at each other in the kitchen, and the next Donghyuck is squeezing at his bicep, half the mirth drained out of his face. “Yo, Jeno.” Donghyuck says. He’s close, but he still has to raise his voice to be heard over the trap music. Jeno tilts his head down to hear him better, his arm going around his waist to pull him close. Hidden within the haze of people and drinks, it’s easy to reach for what he wants. Donghyuck doesn’t resist it, pressing close when Jeno palms at the exposed sliver of skin beneath his top. “I think that guy over by the TV is staring at me. Can you check?”
“He’s definitely looking, yeah. Do you know him?”
Donghyuck sighs, and his breath is warm against Jeno’s cheek. Jeno feels oddly protective then, so he doesn’t move an inch. “He’s that guy I was telling you about. The weirdo I met on Tinder who got mad at me for not wanting to put out on the first date? In my defense he was a terrible kisser—”
Jeno furrows his eyebrows. “Do you want to leave?”
Donghyuck shakes his head.
“Seriously, we can go—”
“He’s pretty harmless.” Donghyuck explains, “Just…bad at taking a hint. I think maybe he’d leave me alone if he knew I had a boyfriend.”
“Oh. Do you…have a boyfriend?”
“How drunk are you?” Donghyuck leans back to ask, and Jeno graces him with a noncommittal shrug.
The only excuse Jeno can think of is a staged kiss. It’s a harmless little thought, and in Jeno’s defense he really does have Donghyuck’s best interests at heart. Jeno feels Donghyuck’s plush lips against his own before he even registers that he’s the one who leaned in while Donghyuck was giving him a dirty look. His best friend tastes like rum and he smells even sweeter, and there’s not a moment of hesitation before he’s kissing Jeno back, right there in Chenle’s kitchen.
It’s a sweet kiss, as chaste and innocent as it is long. When Jeno pulls back, Donghyuck is all starry eyed, the flush on his face vibrant against his cheekbones. “Is he gone?” Donghyuck mouths. Jeno tears his eyes away from Donghyuck’s lips to scan the crowd, and sure enough, the tall unfamiliar frame is nowhere to be found.
“I think so?”
“Good,” Donghyuck says. Then, he’s cupping Jeno’s jaw to pull him into another kiss, deeper than the last, and Jeno can’t remember the first excuse. He can’t remember anything but the revelation that Donghyuck likes it wet and messy, whimpering against Jeno’s mouth when he gets his waist squeezed.
The rest of it is like a supercut— Donghyuck kicking Chenle’s bedroom door shut behind them, hands warm on Jeno’s waist and his smile pressed familiar against Jeno’s mouth. In the next few moments, Donghyuck is pushing him into Chenle’s Tempurpedic mattress and crawling into his lap, his lips slick when he leans down to steal all of Jeno’s oxygen from him. There must be something else hidden behind Donghyuck's teeth, because as much as Jeno knows he’s going to regret this in the morning he can’t find it in himself to stop. He licks at the tender sluice of Donghyuck’s hot pink mouth, and moans low in his throat when Donghyuck grinds down in his lap, pressing into an almost painful boner.
His senses are still dulled, but he’s lucid enough that when Donghyuck sits up to pull his shirt off it points him towards the reality of the situation. Jeno wraps his hands around his small waist when Donghyuck surges in to kiss him again, and god, it’s so messy but it’s so hot too, the way Donghyuck’s breathing turns shallow and desperate, air secondary to his need to shove his tongue in Jeno’s mouth.
“Do you wanna top or should I?” Donghyuck asks. He’s already undoing Jeno’s belt, ringed fingers slipping over the leather. Jeno tries not to think about how practiced the motion is, how Donghyuck has probably done this with so many other boys, asked the same question, pushed them down onto a soft surface with his sweet-faced, sharp edged desire.
Jeno swallows as he watches Donghyuck’s hands, a little frightened by the enormity of the desire welling up inside him. “Uh, I don’t—I don’t know. I don’t care. I’ve never really done anything like this.”
In most of his fantasies Donghyuck had been the one pinning him to a surface and pushing his cock inside him. Jeno had never been picky about the venue. As far as his imagination was concerned, they’d already fucked in his dorm, in the shower, in Donghyuck’s childhood bedroom with his emotional support teddy bear judging them from the corner—sometimes it was Donghyuck underneath him, flushed and beautiful as Jeno took him apart, careful and loving and sure. Somehow, now that he’s faced with an actual scenario his inexperience keeps him indecisive. Donghyuck is in his space, hovering over him on all fours, and Jeno can’t even—he can't even ask for it how he wants it.
“What? What do you mean? I thought you and—I thought you hooked up with Jisung last year..?”
Jeno shakes his head, mortified.
“You’re a virgin.” Donghyuck clarifies, like he can’t quite believe it. Jeno nods, feeling super-ultra-sober all of a sudden.
“Shit,” Donghyuck says, and now he looks panicky. That’s freaking Jeno out. Maybe he should top? Maybe this is a bad idea.
“Do you want to stop? I’m sorry—” Donghyuck continues. He sits up, and Jeno desperately follows.
“No I—I want this.” I've wanted it for a long time.
It comes out a bit too honest. Donghyuck is looking at him with this strange indecipherable look, so Jeno laughs to diffuse it. “Might as well get it over with, right?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Kind of not too excited about the idea of graduating with my virginity intact.”
Donghyuck frowns again. Jeno can’t stop saying the wrong things. “There isn’t a deadline on this stuff, you know? You don’t have to feel pressured to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Donghyuck,” Jeno says, and he’s definitely stone cold sober now, but he’ll pretend he’s gone anyway. “I want you to fuck me.”
There’s a flash of something between them, something that feels like a ribbon being cut, and then Donghyuck tilts his chin up to kiss him, soft and slow. Jeno whines when Donghyuck pulls back, dragging front teeth over his bottom lip. He kisses his cheek next, and then his ear, his hands at the hem of Jeno’s shirt, pressing flat over Jeno’s abs. “You really want this?” Donghyuck asks, his voice low in Jeno’s ear. “Want my cock inside you?” Now that the edges are coming into focus Jeno feels embarrassed when Donghyuck’s fingers dance up to his nipples, toying with the soft peaks until they start to harden under his touch.
“Y-yeah. I—ah—”
“Need to hear you say it, Jen,” Donghyuck says softly, he presses his thumb into his nipple again, and Jeno whines against his neck.
“Please Hyuckie, want your cock.”
“You’re so cute. Sensitive, too.” Donghyuck sighs. “I’m going to rock your world, Jeno Lee. Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
“Hm. Good boy.”
Jeno watches as Donghyuck slides off the bed to reach for the bedside table. He takes his time pulling each ring off his fingers, before pulling out a drawer and emerging with lube and a condom. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but Jeno finds himself running a horny fever anyway when Donghyuck repositions himself between his legs. He wonders then how the hell Donghyuck knew exactly where to find the lube. There’s no way he’s hooked up with Chenle too, right? Jeno would know. Donghyuck tells him everything.
“How did you know—”
“Have you met Chenle?”
Right. Jeno thinks, and also Stop freaking out, please. Do not blow this for us.
“Take your pants off for me?” Donghyuck says, and Jeno moves like he’s under a spell, raising his hips so he can peel the skinny jeans off his legs. Donghyuck has to help him yank them the rest of the way off, and they both giggle at the way they pop off him at the ankle. It would feel awkward with anyone else, but this is Donghyuck, Jeno’s best friend Donghyuck, who's seen him in far worse situations and is about to stick his dick inside of him.
Great.
Donghyuck descends upon him again, head between his legs as he presses an open mouthed kiss to his inner knee. He works his way down slow, painfully slow, leaving wet kisses in his wake until his breath fans warm over Jeno’s half hard cock. Donghyuck looks up at him then, through his eyelashes, and the warm brown of his eyes takes Jeno’s breath away. “Still okay?” he asks, and Jeno just nods before Donghyuck circles a hand around his cock to push it into his mouth. Jeno can’t help but whimper as he bobs his head, his mouth is so warm, and his tongue is skilled against the sensitive skin. Jeno is so into it that he barely registers when Donghyuck first brushes a slick-warm finger against his hole, circling the rim lightly before shallowly dipping inside. He keeps sucking him off as he works him open, and it’s already too much. Jeno feels a singular tear slip warm across the side of his face and into his ear. Almost intuitively, Donghyuck pulls off, giving Jeno room to breathe as he pushes a third finger in.
“Jen,” Donghyuck calls. “You’re being so quiet.” He curls his fingers into Jeno’s sweet spot, and Jeno’s next breath comes out in a harsh gasp.
“Hyuck—”
“Tell me how it feels.” Donghyuck urges, “Wanna hear you, pup.”
“S’good—So—mmh—” Jeno squeezes his eyes shut, unable to bear the roll of pleasure in his lower half as Donghyuck changes the angle. Donghyuck leans down to kiss him again, and—not to be sappy—but it’s almost better than the feeling of Donghyuck’s hard cock between his legs. Donghyuck shuffles his pants off almost seamlessly, licking into Jeno’s pliant mouth, and he’s so warm and familiar that Jeno could sob. He’s wanted this for so long, and even though the circumstances are less than ideal he feels nothing but a pleasant rush of endorphins right now.
”I’m ready,” he murmurs, “Please, want you inside.”
It doesn't take much else. Donghyuck rolls on the condom, and then he’s...well…
“Oh,” Jeno gasps, he feels like his mind is coming apart at the seams, rubbed smooth as Donghyuck finally drives his hips forward, pushing in slowly until he’s fully inside. It doesn’t hurt. Donghyuck had spent an auspicious amount of time prepping him open, and now all Jeno can feel is the girth of him, stretching him open. It’s a strange thing to get used to, the feeling of being so full.
“You okay?” Donghyuck whispers. He looks genuinely concerned.
“M’fine,” Jeno whispers back. With Donghyuck hovering over him in the dark like this, everything feels so much more intimate, tentative. Jeno can’t help but feel they’ve crossed a line that they won’t be able to back away from, but he kind of doesn’t care. Donghyuck holds his gaze, his silver necklace swinging silently in between them as his hands bracket Jeno’s head.
“Feels weird,” Jeno whispers again, though he can’t ignore how turned on he is right now, his own dick hard and wet against his abs.
“Good, weird? Or…” Donghyuck trails off. He sounds a little out of breath, and it’s then that Jeno realizes how much effort he’s putting into staying completely still inside him.
“I’m okay. Move, please.”
Donghyuck starts to thrust into him in easy languid strokes, pulling back just enough so Jeno can feel the head of his cock tug at his rim, before pushing in deep again. The first few times he does it, Jeno can’t even focus on anything but his breathing, but then something switches; Donghyuck moves a hand between his thighs, brushing down the sensitive skin as he drives his hips upwards, and—
“Oh, fuck.” Jeno whines. Donghyuck uses his palm to push his legs open even further, spreading him out as his strokes get faster, deeper, each push and pull drawing an embarrassing array of sounds from Jeno’s lips.
“Fuck you’re tight,” Donghyuck says.
“Thanks,” Jeno hiccups, “You too.”
Donghyuck breaks into a breathless laugh that makes Jeno feel warm all over. It’s so stupid, but Jeno really loves him so much. “You’re so dumb. So fucking—” He doesn’t finish his sentence, leaning down to capture Jeno’s lips in a sloppy kiss instead. Jeno can’t help but moan against his mouth, saliva wet on the side of his face as Donghyuck fucks him good enough to make his toes curl. Like this, Donghyuck keeps rocking against his prostate, and it feels so fucking good. Jeno has ridden his own dildos before, cramped his hand trying to reach the same feeling, but this is indescribable. Why does it feel so good??
“Can’t believe you let me have you like this, Jen.” Donghyuck pants, “God—Wish you could see how pretty you look on my cock.”
“Hyuck,” Jeno cries, he hates how much those words get him worked up. The backs of his thighs are slick with sweat but Donghyuck doesn’t let up, leaning over him and panting against his mouth, each perfect thrust against his sweet spot knocking the headboard against the thin apartment wall. His moans start to staccato as he gets closer to edge, and he knows there’s probably music blaring downstairs but he still feels like he’s being too loud, rubbing his throat raw. He doesn’t know what to do with all of Donghyuck’s filthy rambling, and he’s too close too fast.
“Come for me.” Donghyuck says, “You’re doing such a good job, pup, just let go for me—yeah, just like that—fuck—”
So Jeno does, with a strangled cry that will haunt him in his dreams later. His thighs twitch with the force of it, spurts of white going all the way up to the splotchy red of his chest, sticky in between them. Donghyuck laughs, breathless. “You’re unbelievable, you know that? Such a good boy.”
“M’sorry.” Jeno mumbles, and he genuinely feels miserable. Donghyuck is still hard, and Jeno aches but it feels even worse to know Donghyuck didn’t get to come.
“Why’re you apologizing? I just told you you did so good,” Donghyuck says.
“Wanted you to finish too.” Jeno points out. He keeps Donghyuck inside him with his strong thighs around his waist. “Please?” Jeno says, and he hopes it’s obvious what he's asking Donghyuck to do, eyes still clouded over with want even though he’s gotten his fill already.
“You wanted me to come inside you,” Donghyuck realizes. “Is that what you’re holding on for?”
Jeno turns impossibly pink, his eyes glued to the ceiling even as his own cum starts to get gross on his stomach.
“Yeah. Don’t you want to?” he says.
Donghyuck leans over him, clearly trying not to laugh. “Aren’t you sensitive though?” he asks, “Don’t wanna hurt you, baby.”
Jeno starts to make an affronted noise that gets aborted when Donghyuck fucks into him once more, careful. Donghyuck is right. It’s on the edge of too much. Jeno claws uselessly at his back and lets go of a pathetic whine that has Donghyuck pulling out again. “Want me to fill you up, right? I can still do that for you,” Donghyuck says. He still has the condom on, but it’s the principle of the thing—the idea that maybe Donghyuck would do it if Jeno had the courage to ask. Donghyuck gets off of him only to reappear at his side right after, his hard cock poised right against Jeno’s face.
“Open your mouth, pup.” Donghyuck says, and it’s a soft command, as gentle as everything else he’s done tonight, and in the same fashion Jeno’s jaw drops open to let him in, quiet and obedient.
Donghyuck isn’t bigger than Jeno, but he’s noticeably thicker, and the girth of him stretches Jeno’s mouth to a perfect O. Jeno holds on to his hip and lets his eyes flutter shut, focusing solely on swallowing down as much of him as possible. Donghyuck’s hand comes to rest at the top of his head, never shoving, following the rhythm that Jeno has established. It’s a powerful thing to hear the way Donghyuck’s breath stutters when Jeno goes as far down as he physically can, hollowing his cheeks and sucking him tight and slow.
”Holy shit,” Donghyuck breathes, “You sure this is your first time?”
Jeno pulls off him, and the string of drool connecting his lips to the latex breaks as he looks up at Donghyuck with wide eyes. He doesn’t know what he looks like, but the lust is making him lightheaded, his spent cock already filling out again on his stomach. “Take it off. Wanna taste you.” Jeno says. His face burns with shame, but he's seriously getting hard again, just from having Donghyuck in his mouth. He knows Donghyuck gets tested fairly frequently too, and he just--he really, really wants this. Donghyuck’s eyes grow impossibly dark. “Baby, you can be a little nicer than that, can’t you?”
Jeno doesn’t miss a beat.
“Please,” he repeats, He squeezes at Donghyuck’s hip, begging, “Please take it off.”
Donghyuck obliges without another word of protest, and this time when Jeno suckles at the head of his cock he tastes the salty slick all the way in the back of his throat. Donghyuck moans beautifully, high and sweet, and the grip in Jeno’s hair tightens until it births a dull throb of pain. Somehow that only makes Jeno more eager, drool running over his chin as he bobs his head, over and over. When Donghyuck finally comes, he pulls him off for the brunt of it, so most of his cum goes all over Jeno’s cheeks, his chin, his lips. It’s too messy, and Jeno knows Donghyuck probably did it because he was scared of choking him, but now there’s 2x the amount of jizz on Chenle’s sheets.
”Chenle is going to kill us.” Jeno says morosely. It’s a latent realization, and most of this is his fault for asking Donghyuck to come in his mouth, but—what’s that quote? Hindsight is 20/20? He looks up as Donghyuck exits the en suite bathroom, his hair wet like he'd been in there splashing water over it. He’d cleaned Jeno up before he disappeared in there, but he’s still a soft red, his post orgasm face seared into Jeno’s face by default.
”Chenle doesn’t even do his own laundry, he’ll be fine.” Donghyuck says. He kneels next to Jeno on the carpet. “I’m a little more concerned about us, though.”
Jeno swallows, nervous. The excuse is already at the tip of his tongue. It doesn’t have to mean anything. I wont bring it up again if you don’t want to. Bros being bros, am I right?
“What about us?” he asks instead.