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It started with acknowledging the boners they got while filming the NC scenes. Which they both agreed was perfectly normal. Just a physical reaction to stimulus!
All that grinding and kissing. “Kissing is just objectively hot,” Boss assured Noeul. “Especially when you’re doing it with someone who kisses as well as you do. A hard on is basically inevitable at that point.”
And they were giving it their all for the series, too. Doing their best to show how much Payu and Rain loved and wanted each other. So, yeah. Totally normal and not at all weird to get boners.
It was maybe a little weird when they started jacking off next to each other, but Noeul had been a trainee in Korea, and when guys with pent up needs and very little privacy got to a certain point, they had to get creative.
There was even less privacy on set than there’d been in a trainee dorm, so getting creative meant getting close . Side by side in an equipment closet, in the dressing room bathroom, one memorable time behind the sagging blanket that passed as a curtain in the nap room that they’d been pretty sure was otherwise empty. So, creative. Not weird at all.
And then there was the time after a bad day shooting on location for the special episode, when Noeul just really needed to get off to relieve the crushing pressure in his chest. Acting didn’t come as easily to him as it did to the others. Sometimes he really struggled to give the director what he wanted. Today was NG after NG, on a scene that should have been easy after all this time. But he hadn’t been able to get out of his head, hadn’t been able to push past the feeling of being watched by everyone, stage fright making him awkward and clumsy. Boss had squeezed him from behind, rocking him back and forth until Noeul had gone limp. And then Boss had held on even longer, for good measure.
He couldn’t get out of his head now either, now matter how intensely he worked his dick over. And it wasn’t like Boss could help him with this.
Noeul peeked over at his friend. Boss was leaning against the wall, eyes closed as he lazily stroked his dick. One knee tented, the other sprawled open on the bed. His left hand was resting loose on his thigh, and sometimes he’d reach over to cup his balls, give them a stroke and a tug. Noeul had gotten into the habit of speed coming in Korea, but Boss liked to take his time.
The sight of Boss playing with himself made the muscles in Noeul’s legs tighten, made his dick jerk in his grasp, made him dizzy with the sudden promise of finally coming. But the orgasm remained elusive, slipping from his grasp as soon as he tried to focus on it. He groaned, thudding his head back against the wall in frustration.
Boss shifted next to him, arm brushing against his, foot sliding along his bare calf. “You okay there, Eul? Want some help?”
It’s what Boss always asked on set when Noeul was in a rough patch. Because Noeul didn’t always want a hug, sometimes he needed to be mad for a bit first.
But sometimes he did want help. Sometimes he did want Boss to do whatever Boss knew Noeul needed, right then and there.
Noeul nodded his head, not looking at Boss. Just like on set.
Boss hummed, a gravely, thoughtful noise that made Noeul’s toes curl. Noeul opened his eyes a crack, just a peek through the curtain of his lashes.
Boss was holding the head of his own cock in his left hand now, in a loose circle of fingers, teasing his slit with his thumb. His right hand was reaching for Noeul, slow and sure. Giving Noeul time to change his mind, to move away.
Noeul fucked up into his fist with a snarly moan, and Boss chuckled. He put his hand over Noeul’s crabbed fingers, not even touching his dick, just clasping loosely around his punishing grip.
Boss leaned in close, whispered in Noeul’s ear. “I’ve got you, ter.”
And Noeul came, every muscle in his body going soft and liquid as Boss reached up to catch his spurting come.
Noeul melted, and Boss arranged him, tucking Noeul in against his side, arm tight across Noeul’s waist so that Boss could reach his own dick again. Satisfied with their positions, Boss hummed again and began to stroke himself with his come-covered hand.
Noeul moaned at the sight. Fuck, if he hadn’t just had one of the most intense orgasms of his life, he’d be ready to go again.
“Yeah? You like that?” Boss’s sex voice was even better than Payu’s sex voice, because it was real. Noeul pressed harder into Boss’s side, nodding and then somehow they were kissing, and Nouel’s hand was on Boss’s balls, helping to spread his own come on them, squeezing and stroking. And then he could feel Boss’s orgasm coming, his balls getting tight, his kiss turning more teeth than tongue, his come dripping down from the protective cup of his palm to get all over Noeul.
They kept kissing for a while, after. Until sitting in pools of their own drying jizz got too uncomfortable. They shared a shower. To conserve water and because they wanted to. After, Boss watched Noeul dry himself off, like Noeul was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He even got hard, and that made Noeul feel powerful.
Sucking Boss off also made him feel powerful. Boss’s hands felt worshipful, the way he cradled Noeul’s head, stroked his cheeks. Noeul held Boss deep, swallowing around the head of his cock as he jacked himself off. He swallowed Boss’s come too, then wiped his own off on the discarded towel by his knees.
They fell limp into bed, curled around each other. Completely worn out.
And it wasn’t weird at all. It was perfect.