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“Don’t be such a pussy! Come on, man!” Jake shoved at his shoulder playfully, his words falling into contagious laughs. The pretty sounds almost made him cave. And he probably would have if he didn’t have such a good reason to refuse. Sunghoon had always been a weak man when it came to nice smiles and warm touches and as it turns out, both of those things were sitting right in front of him on his shabby twin bed. But this time, he couldn’t give in to Jake’s outlandish request.
Because if he did, Sunghoon wasn’t sure he’d be able to control himself. The cap on his ever-growing attraction to his best friend was steadily failing, day by day. It was inevitable, the explosion, but if he could just prevent it for a little longer, maybe he’d be able to stop.
Stop wanting Jake so badly. It was borderline pathetic, the way his chest ached for him to agree, to comply with what Jake had asked. He could hold on, if only his friend didn’t push any harder—he could hold on.
“Dude, it’ll be hilarious!” Jake inched closer, climbing onto his knees. “Let’s just try, okay?”
Sunghoon felt himself blush, sputtering uselessly before he finally gathered himself enough to reply, “ Fuck no, Jake. What's wrong with you?” The words tumbled from his lips with far less sincerity than he’d hoped.
Jake’s lips curled up, mirth overtaking his half-lidded eyes. One of his veiny hands reached up to tug the hat off his head, hair falling astray in a way that should have been cringy but ended up being nothing but insanely sexy. Messy hair. Add that to the list of weaknesses.
“Nothing’s wrong with me! No shame in messing around with the homies, Sunghoon.” Jake leaned in, one strong hand resting on Sunghoon’s thigh where he sat by the pillows. The heat from the older boy’s palm spread throughout his body and his cock twitched in interest. He needed to put a stop to this, now. It wasn’t funny and Sunghoon wasn’t about to be the butt of another one of Jake’s shitty jokes—not when his own heart was on the line.
“I don’t know…” His voice came out hollow again, words lacking any sort of power behind them. Shit. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t touch Jake because he’d give himself away completely. Sunghoon would be too eager—unable to stop himself from taking more and more. He’d take anything Jake would give him and that in itself he knew would most likely be his downfall.
“Listen, I saw Jay play gay chicken at the party last Friday and it was so fucking funny. Please, can we just try? I’m telling you it’ll be fine! Don’t be such a prude!” Jake huffed, face getting closer and closer until he stopped barely an inch away, testing the waters.
Or, maybe not testing. The look in his eye meant that he thought he’d already won. So maybe he was just riling Sunghoon up, breaking him down before he would undoubtedly laugh in his face. He was playing right into Jake’s hands. That smirk told him everything he needed to know: Jake would not be backing down.
And if he wouldn’t, was he expecting Sunghoon to? Was that supposed to be the joke? Was it supposed to be funny if Sunghoon showed disgust, got upset, or rejected him? Those were all things that would just never, ever happen. What a horrible situation to be in. It was a lose-lose.
If he says no, he has to explain why he doesn’t want to, and even if he lies Jake would catch on. If he says yes, he takes it too far, gets too worked up, too desperate, or even worse— he gets a boner from the heat of it all—he’d never be able to show his face again. He’d have to move out of their frat house and drop out of college. Both of those options were utter shit but one was better than the other.
He steeled himself to say no again and to mean it but Jake’s palm slid ever so slightly up his thigh, fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to send Sunghoon’s stomach into a hot, horny mess. He almost moaned, the noise catching in his throat at the last second, lips parted in anticipation.
Sunghoon closed his eyes, focusing on the way his hands shook where they lay at his sides. The fault in his resolve was palpable, control slipping away from him with every millisecond that passed by.
“Sure,” He breathed, chest nearly caving in on the exhale with the sheer weight of possibility that hung over him— them. Scenarios and different possible endings scattered around his mind, flustering him so much that the last bit of strength he had left inside him fizzled away into… nothing. There was nothing left but Jake.
“Shit,” he mumbled, one of his hands snaking up and around Jake’s neck to pull him in. Their foreheads knocked together and Sunghoon’s heart thudded rapidly behind his ribs. Jake was like a fucking heart attack disguised as a good time. This would be the death of him.
Jake laughed again, hot breath huffing against his mouth and jaw, “That’s the spirit. Huh, Hoon-ah?” Sunghoon’s fingers clamped down on the nape of his friend’s neck, head tilting up. “Feeling up for the challenge?”
He nodded clumsily, stretching up to shorten the gap between them when Jake sat back on his heels, towering over him.
It had always been so odd to other people, the way Sunghoon never failed to cling to every word out of Jake’s mouth like it was holy—like he had never heard something so addictive. He’d gotten comments on it, his pathetic behavior when it came to Jake, and he always shrugged them off. He was sure his friend got the same questions too—the same jokes. Jake’s big scary guard dog was nothing but a puppy when it came to him. And it was true.
He was powerless when it came to Jake. Truly.
Sunghoon’s fucked guys before but, of course, Jake didn’t know that. He kept it on the down low, always leaving the morning after and blocking their numbers. The one thing he was always so disappointed with when it came to his partners was that none of them ever wanted to top him. He’d had dreams though, of Jake doing just that. Very good dreams—ones he didn’t want to wake up from.
And maybe it was just his imagination but he could’ve sworn he’d seen Jake checking him out once or twice when he bent over at the gym yesterday or that time they played beer pong at Heeseung’s birthday party last year. His heart swooped, hands fidgeting with the outer seams of his sweatpants.
“What are we doing, then?” Sunghoon’s voice wavered a bit, embarrassment covering him like a thick, wool blanket. He continued to stare up at Jake, clueless as to how to proceed.
“It’s simple. We take turns flirting until one of us breaks.” Jake looked him up and down, rolling his eyes with a huff, “Don’t look at me like I said something fucked up—this is meaningless fun. Act like it.”
Sunghoon slouched a bit, looking toward his lap to hide the pain he knew would show in his expression, “Yeah, whatever.” He cleared his throat, “How do we start?”
“I already did. It’s your turn.” A smirk ducked into his vision, fingers shooting out to teasingly pinch ay Sunghoon’s cheeks. He both hated and loved when Jake did that. Hated it because it hurt and loved it for the same pitiful reason.
Shit. He had to do something.
Shakily, he placed his hand on Jake’s thigh, mirroring what the older had done to him moments prior. A scoff reached his ears.
“Boring. Loosen up a bit!” Jake rose onto his knees again, scooting forward to bracket Sunghoon’s hips with his thighs. Very strong, pretty thighs—ones that Sunghoon had felt hundreds of times before but never in this way.
Jake settled onto his lap, keeping his hands at his sides, daring Sunghoon to make a move with siren eyes so intense he couldn’t help but do exactly that. His palms landed on Jake’s hips, fingers gripping at the flesh there before trailing up to his waist, dipping under his shirt with the movement.
“Good, Hoon-ah,” Jake mumbled the words into Sunghoon’s neck as he bent down to nose against his pulse point. A sharp smile bit into the line of his collarbone, ripping a hiss from Sunghoon’s bitten lips.
He was sure the action would’ve sent all the blood in his body straight to his cock. It wasn’t possible, yes, but his body sure tried its best. His dick was filling out in his pants with Jake’s ass right on top of him.
Part of him began to panic but a louder, more careless part of him shoved the anxiety down, relishing in whatever affection he was being shown. He wished it would never end.
“Oh?” Jake purred as Sunghoon’s hands made their way up his back, feeling over the smooth, muscled planes of his friend’s skin. The way Jake spoke the single word should’ve had all the hair on his body raised, with the malice hidden behind it, but he was far too busy touching what would never be his.
By the time Sunghoon realized he was hard and leaking in his pants, it was far too late. He’d been groping at the pretty slope of Jake’s thighs, forehead braced on his friend’s shoulder when it happened.
“Shit—” Sunghoon gasped, doubling forward into Jake’s chest as the other ground down onto his cock. A rush of dread filled him. He’d gotten hard in the worst position he could think of.
Jake laughed into the crown of his head, hair fluffing from the harsh exhale. “Eager are we? What happened? Got a few touches in and you’re already needy for me?”
“Jake… I—” Sunghoon kept his head down, thoughts spiraling into someplace dangerous. Maybe he’d ruined everything. His breathing picked up and he struggled to stop the panic building in his mind.
“God, just shut up, dude.” Jake’s hand fisted into the hair at the back of Sunghoon’s head and yanked. He yelped, grabbing onto Jake’s wrist, eyes watering when they made eye contact.
“I’m—Jake, Please.” Sunghoon heard a small cry and only realized it came from himself when Jake scoffed again. “I’m sorry!” He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that if he couldn’t see it, maybe it wasn’t real. How childish.
“You look so much better when you’re crying.” Frantic lips drew frantic kisses down the side of Sunghoon’s bared neck. Teeth dug into the curve just above his shoulder. Another whimper tumbled from his mouth, vocal cords straining.
And despite everything, he was still hard and aching underneath Jake. The kisses and bites against his pale skin no doubt left violet marks in their wake. The desperate way Jake rutted against him once more sent sparks of dazed arousal straight to Sunghoon’s dick.
When Jake pulled back to admire his work, hand still holding him in place, a satisfied glint shone in his irises. “Ever been fucked before?” He turned his gaze to Sunghoon’s face, chest rising and falling unsteadily.
He shook his head as best as he could with being restrained, tears of embarrassment still stinging in his eyes and slipping down his cheeks. Jake took the sight of him in, slowly, which made him squirm even more.
Was Jake going to fuck him?
“On your hands and knees.” Jake lifted himself off of him to settle back on his heels once again, letting go of Sunghoon’s hair in the process only to tug him up by the collar of his oversized shirt.
He scrambled up, obeying immediately even as shame spiked in his stomach. When he turned onto his stomach, he let out a small sob. Jake was seeing him in a way that no one else ever had. This could even still be a joke. This could be some huge horrible prank. But he wanted to believe in the slightest chance that it wasn’t—that Jake might want him even a little bit. He’d already embarrassed himself beyond repair, he may as well just go along for the ride.
He settled onto his forearms, crossing them to lay his head down on top as he arched his back as prettily as he could manage. Sunghoon wanted to be good enough. He wanted to prove himself good enough for his best friend.
“Fuck,” Jake groaned. One hand smacked down on the swell of Sunghoon’s ass, making him inch forward with the impact, “Who knew big, strong Sunghoon was just a desperate little slut?” Jake’s venomous laugh echoed on the walls of the room, ringing in his ears. It was the most beautiful sound Sunghoon had ever heard.
His shirt slid up his back, resting on the middle of his spine, exposing the way his broad shoulders tapered down into such a small waist. Hands groped the delicate skin there, turning it red from the severe treatment.
Sunghoon moaned, grinding his ass back into nothing. More laughs echoed before a hard, clothed cock pressed against him, warmth covering his back as Jake leaned over him to whisper in his ear, “Gonna beg for it?”
Another smack. Another whimper.
“Jake—Oh my God, please.” He cried, rutting his ass back against his friend. His best friend. His Jake. His, his, his.
“Please what?” A nip at his ear drew a low moan out of Sunghoon’s chest. He could feel Jake’s thick cock against his ass and it filled his brain with a hazy fog. Jake’s hand slid around to his front to pinch at his nipples. He curled in on himself at the sensation. “Fucking speak up or I’ll make you.”
“Fuck me.” He whined, “Fuck me, Jake. Please, I need you. I need—” He was cut off by his sweatpants being pulled down to his knees, leaving him exposed and leaking. Jake sat back again, groping his ass and spreading it. Sunghoon felt more tears pool in his eyes, ones of pleasure and pain and everything in between.
“If I had known you’d behave so well I would’ve done this years ago.” Jake landed another cruel hit on Sunghoon’s ass, the skin stinging so bad his whole body shook with it. “Look at you, Hoon. A bitch in heat for me. Gonna cum already?” Jake took ahold of Sunghoon’s cock, sliding his hand up and down before squeezing with enough force to knock the air from his lungs along with a pathetic sob. “ Fuck , you’re so wet. Been dreaming about this?”
Sunghoon cried and cried, shaking his head to deny it but even then knowing that he was completely see-through—that Jake knew everything about him and his desires because he laid them out so plainly for the other boy to see. Sunghoon did this to himself.
“Don’t lie to me,” Jake growled, leaning forward to wrap one powerful hand around the front of Sunghoon’s neck before yanking him up. Back pressed against front, Jake held him there.
“Please. Please.” Sunghoon whispered, eyes squeezing shut again as Jake held him close. The fingers digging into either side of his neck caused a dull pain that only made room for more euphoria in his core. He gasped brokenly.
“You’d hate to ruin this, right?” He nodded in reply, silently hoping Jake wouldn’t ask again. Another hand came up to pat his cheek condescendingly, “You wanna get fucked, yeah? Then answer me.”
He nodded more, grabbing onto Jake’s wrists again just to have something to ground himself with. It wasn’t enough to escape the question, though, because it came up again not even a second later.
“Did you think about me, Hoon? You wanted me this whole time— Didn’t you?” Jake sneered into the shell of Sunghoon’s ear. “Fucking pervert.” Jake spat the word at him and like poison, it seeped into him, curling around his lungs and cutting off any residual sense of self-respect he had. “Probably got all wet whenever I changed in front of you, huh? What about yesterday? Did you come back here and fuck yourself dumb after we worked out together?”
Because it was true. All of it was true. He fucked himself so much—so hard the day before, he was probably still partially prepped. He’d stuffed his shirt in his mouth back then to keep quiet and it had completely failed, leaving him unsure if anyone had heard him afterward. This time, surely, he wouldn’t be able to do it—keep quiet—it would be useless to try.
“Get the lube. Now.” Jake’s hand slid from his neck to rest, palm flat, against his back and gave one brutal shove. Sunghoon fell face-first back onto the mattress, his usually quick reaction time failing him given the lack of blood flow to his brain.
He sluggishly pulled himself up, reaching an arm out to his bedside table to rummage around in the draw. He hesitated in pulling it out, knowing it would add to the embarrassment, but he did it anyway.
The lube was designed to look like cum. He got off on fucking himself with it—imagining it was real. Because as much as he’d deny it outright, Park Sunghoon craves to be filled and bred and used like it was his only purpose.
Blindly handing it behind him, he waited for five—ten seconds before Jake took it from him. The silence was almost too much to handle. Too nerve-wracking. Way too embarrassing. Far too tense.
“Figures… you would be into that.” He heard the cap pop off somewhere behind him and settled back down on his forearms. A strange buzzing filled him, like a flurry of bees under his skin. Anticipation, maybe. “You scared? Shaking so much…”
“Not scared… please,” Sunghoon spoke into the crook of his elbow, the muscles of his bicep flexing against his cheek. His cheeks warmed the longer it took for Jake to do something. He tried to push his ass back to no avail. He made a frustrated noise, begging without words.
And in retaliation, Jake let the lube drip down onto Sunghoon’s ass, the cold making him hiss again. The way he flinched must’ve satisfied Jake in some sick way because he giggled, soft and low, pouring the lube in excess out of spite.
It dripped down over his hole, a whine following just afterward. Dribbling from the head of his cock, it pooled on the sheets below Sunghoon, soaking into the cloth. One word came to mind: Messy. He moaned.
“Like that?” Jake sneered. Sunghoon heard the rustling of fabric and nearly jumped out of his skin when the head of his friend’s cock tapped against his slick hole before catching on the rim with one swift thrust. He groaned low in his throat, inching backward to get closer to whatever stimulation he could get.
“Think you’re so tough outside of this room, huh?” He repeated the motion. “Not after tonight. I’m gonna fucking break you.” Jake rubbed circles over his hole with a thumb, spreading the mess around and slipping it in just to laugh when he moaned. Two fingers replaced the thumb, fucking him slow, scissoring a bit before retreating entirely. And then Jake forced his cock in.
All Sunghoon felt was pain for what could’ve been seconds or minutes. His head spun and his arms gave out, upper half falling limply into the bed while Jake held his hips up with a searing grip. He distantly heard his own cries but the sound was muffled slightly by the ringing in his ears.
He’d been kind of stretched, yeah—maybe enough to take one of his smaller dildos but not a cock like this. And the little prep Jake gave him was not nearly enough. He was sure there must be blood, even a little bit.
Jake went deep. He stretched Sunghoon out so good that as soon as the pain started to fade away and his breathing became steadier, Sunghoon was pushing his ass back with what little energy he could gather. All thoughts were sucked from his brain like a vacuum as soon as the pleasure hit.
“Like you like this, Hoon. So good for me.” Jake leaned over him again, caging him in against the bed, cock sliding deeper, tearing another sob from Sunghoon’s throat. It touched all the right places inside of him, pretty fireworks erupting in his chest because—Jake was fucking him. The boy he’s loved for years is fucking him stupid. “Shit—Your cunt’s so tight.”
That. That caught him off guard. And if Sunghoon were able to speak, maybe he’d protest to such a word being used but right now it only made him harder, cock aching between his stomach and the sheets. He couldn’t even form words anymore, none even springing to mind. All he could seem to do was cry.
“You’re so fucking easy.” Jake laughed, bracing himself with a hand on the back of Sunghoon’s head, shoving the side of his face into the pillows as his hips snapped forward roughly.
Sunghoon almost screamed when he bottomed out but one of his hands covered his mouth just in time, somehow having enough coherence to not want to be discovered in this position—as much as the thought made his dick twitch.
“So easy to get in your pants. Would you let anyone fuck you—or just me?” Another sharp, mocking laugh came from above him, “Want my cum that bad? Fucking whore.” Sunghoon bit down on the side of his hand as tears streamed over the bridge of his nose and into the pillowcase.
Jake fucked into him with no mercy, uncaring for if he was going too hard or too fast. It shouldn’t have turned Sunghoon on as much as it did. He thanked every God that may have ever existed for the chance to be in bed with Jake. And maybe, in the delirious confusion, he’d said it out loud.
He only realized from the way Jake pushed his face down harder and taunted, “Yeah? That’s what I am to you? Gonna worship me, slut?” His vicious smirk pressed into Sunghoon’s cheek, the pace of his hips picking up speed, Sunghoon’s dick fucking into the sheets now soaked with both lube and his own precum. He nodded airily in reply, mumbling words he barely understood, himself.
Thank you. Thank you. More. Please.
The delicious slide of his cock against the bed almost sent him over, and it would’ve been if it weren’t for the deafening click of a camera behind him. He tried to lift himself, tried to hide his face but it was no use. Jake was on top of him, overpowering him completely, while Sunghoon was dizzy and sore and still so horribly close to cumming. He couldn’t fight back.
Jake kept fucking him, fast and dirty, while numerous clicks sounded off, each one making Sunghoon cry a little harder. Why was Jake doing this to him and why was it bringing him closer and closer to the edge?
“Smile, baby.” Click. “Don’t you want the boys to think you’re pretty? Don’t you want them to see how good you take it?” Click. “Answer me.” Click.
Sunghoon’s sobs got louder and louder, echoing off the walls just as Jake’s laugh did before everything happened. Before he made the best and worst decision of his life. He was so overwhelmed—so incredibly horny. And all of their friends were going to see it—see him getting fucked and bred like a girl. All while drooling and crying for it. They were going to see everything.
“I said fucking answer me.” Jake shoved the phone into his face, the constant flash signaling to Sunghoon that this was now a video. He tried to bury his face into the mattress to escape the very humiliation that was getting him off. He was anxious and ashamed but the more and more Jake spoke the more and more addicted he became to it—the performance. He wanted to be good. Sunghoon wanted to be pretty and maybe a very small part of him just wanted other people to know that he belonged to Jake.
“Yes—” Jake, hitting his prostate with every thrust, drew staccato whines from him. Cock leaking over and over, Sunghoon rutted his hips back and forth, fucking himself back onto Jake. “Yes. Please Jake—”
“Say my name, baby.” The man above him demanded, thrusts getting more sluggish.
Sunghoon opened his eyes and peered at the camera, vision blurry. “Jake,” He moaned, voice raspy from overuse. He put on a show as Jake kneeled behind him to film his cock sliding in and out of his ass, lube dribbling down his thighs. And when he came, the world stopped. The only thing left was ecstasy, building within him and then snapping like a rubberband pulled too far.
Everything after that was a blur, flashes of reality flicking past his eyes like a slideshow drenched in white. The flash turning off. Jake pulling out. A voice in his ears. Soft, undistinguishable whispers. Fingers in his hair. A towel between his legs. A light blanket settling over him. A warm hand on his arm. More whispers.
Sunghoon curled into the warmth and whined childishly when it tried to disappear. A rough pat on his head. A sigh.
And then sleep.
And when he woke up, Sunghoon was unsurprised to find himself alone. Unable to move much without aching pains, he reached for his phone. Tapping on the first notification, he read:
Jake [7:08 AM]
Get your ass down here I made fucking waffles.