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A lazy day in bed, standard fare. Jiseok sprawls on Jooyeon’s as though it’s a king rather than a single bunk, and Jooyeon is crunched up against the wall in a position that should be uncomfortable but that he’ll hold for three hours without complaint.
They’re both on their phones. Jiseok is playing some racing game he’s been addicted to recently. He has no idea what Jooyeon is doing.
Maybe he’s doing something weird, because after more than an hour of neither of them speaking Jooyeon asks, without preamble, “how do you jerk off?”
Jiseok splutters and crashes his car.
“What?” he croaks. “You’re twenty-two. You know how.”
They’ve lived in close proximity for too long for Jiseok to not have walked in on various members in various states of undress. He’s heard Jooyeon. Maybe this is a set-up for some kind of joke.
“I know I know how,” Jooyeon says with a frown. “I’m asking how you do.”
“I’m not telling you,” is Jiseok’s immediate response.
In retrospect this is more suspicious than if he’d just said, the same way everyone else does, or, like, with my hand, because refusing to share means that Jooyeon now gets to prod and pry.
“Come on,” he wheedles.
He knocks his bare legs into Jiseok’s, cold feet on Jiseok’s calves making him hiss and flinch away.
“Tell me,” he says. Like this isn’t an act of extreme oversharing. “Jiseokie.”
“No!” Jiseok denies, trying to laugh through the squirming in his stomach.
“Do you use lube?” Jooyeon asks.
Oh, this is some kind of nightmare. Jiseok is being punished for his sins of sloth and gluttony. It’s because he ate all that tteokbokki last night.
“Why are you even asking me?” he whines, and thrashes around on the bed for good measure.
“I’m curious,” Jooyeon says simply.
“Did you ask the others?”
“No.”
So just Jiseok. Jooyeon wants to know how Jiseok, specifically, masturbates. Weirdly it makes Jiseok feel better than if he was just one of many.
“I- I just,” he starts and stops. Is there any way to say this that isn’t weird? “I just, like. Touch.”
He breaks off with a staccato giggle, feeling almost dizzy with it.
Jooyeon is leaning in, still against the wall but tilting towards Jiseok. He places a hand on Jiseok’s knee, just holding it there, and Jiseok tries his best to ignore it.
“Where?” he asks. Prompting. Staring at Jiseok with laser-focus, something difficult to get from Jooyeon a lot of the time.
“You know where,” Jiseok denies, blushing. He can’t say that aloud.
Jooyeon’s eyes drop lower, lower, and Jiseok yelps and drops a hand to cover his crotch instinctively. Not that there’s anything for Jooyeon to see, not that his shorts give anything away, but now that his hand is there Jiseok realises he’s half-hard. From this conversation. Did Jooyeon notice before he covered himself?
“Jooyeon,” Jiseok says, desperate by now. He wants the punchline of the joke to hit so that they can laugh it off together and Jiseok won’t embarrass himself horribly.
Wide eyed, all innocence, Jooyeon slides the hand on Jiseok’s knee up higher. His inner thigh, where it tickles and makes him shiver, and then past the hem of his shorts. Jiseok doesn’t stop him and he doesn’t know why.
Only when his fingertips brush against Jiseok’s boxers does he pause.
Jiseok’s hand is still hovering over his crotch, trying to hide from Jooyeon that he’s turned on. Not all the way there, not yet, but his pulse is racing and his cock is throbbing.
Jooyeon doesn’t ask for permission. He waits, and Jiseok doesn’t tell him no so he takes that as enough.
With sudden rush of movement Jooyeon pushes away from the wall and crawls over to Jiseok, tucks his hands in the waistband of his shorts and boxers both, and tugs them down. Jiseok’s hand, no longer protective, wraps around his cock as soon as it’s free and he tips his head back against Jooyeon’s pillow and groans as quietly as he can manage.
He’s never jacked off with an audience before. Jiseok closes his eyes so that he can’t see Jooyeon watching, then opens them again because it feels more bizarre doing it blind. His hand falters with every stroke and he fights the urge to cover himself back up because Jooyeon hasn’t said to stop, Jooyeon is looking with dark eyes and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, Jooyeon is sitting between Jiseok’s legs so that he can’t close them.
He has so many questions and he can’t bring himself to ask any of them.
Jooyeon doesn’t have the same reservations as Jiseok, it seems. He puts his hand back on Jiseok’s thigh, tanned skin on pale and untouched, and slips it up even further than before. His fingers are nudging against Jiseok’s balls and Jiseok laughs, short and sharp and surprised.
“Do you touch here?” Jooyeon asks pointedly.
“I guess,” Jiseok admits. “Not, like- It’s normal, right?”
Jiseok has never asked someone else how they masturbate. He’s realising very abruptly that he has no idea if he’s doing this in a way that Jooyeon will find strange. Does he move his wrist weirdly, does he move too slowly or quickly?
Jooyeon’s fingers retreat and then they’re touching lower, pressing lower, until there’s a brush of his thumb over Jiseok’s asshole.
“Hey!” Jiseok shouts, too loud when they’re not the only ones home, trying to clamp his thighs together despite Jooyeon being in the way.
All too easily, Jooyeon holds his legs apart. Jiseok wishes he had gone with Seungmin all those times he’d been invited to the gym.
“Don’t- Jooyeonie,” he has to plead instead, pitiful. He lets go of his dick and it lies against his stomach, red and wet.
Jooyeon looks up at Jiseok, blinks twice, and then he asks, “here?”
“Jooyeon,” Jiseok says, gritting his teeth. “Why are you- Are you making fun of me?”
When Jooyeon shakes his head his hair, unstyled and soft, swings into his face. If Jiseok looks at him, really looks and doesn’t just avert his eyes out of embarrassment, he sees that Jooyeon’s cheeks are pink and his lip is bitten red and he looks earnest. He doesn’t look like he’s teasing. And Jiseok looks lower down and Jooyeon is hard in his basketball shorts and he hasn’t asked for Jiseok’s permission but he keeps waiting, and waiting.
Swallowing hard, Jiseok stares at the slats of the top bunk and answers belatedly, “sometimes.”
It’s not a lie. He only does it sometimes, rarely, not as often as he wants to. It’s not easy when you live with a roommate and four other guys and your manager-hyung. Jiseok is bad at being quiet, too, and it’s safer to just not. Safer to jack off like a normal guy and then if you get caught it’s embarrassing but not mortifying.
“Do you?” he fires back at Jooyeon when Jooyeon is silent.
“No,” comes his immediate answer, then, “can I? Touch you there?”
His voice is low, secretive. Jiseok shivers and has to grab his cock with tight fingers around the base so that he doesn’t come just like that.
“If- Why? Jooyeon-”
“I want to,” Jooyeon interrupts. “I really want to, Jiseokie.”
He still doesn’t sound like he’s teasing. He sounds like he means it.
“Okay.”
Permission finally, finally given, Jooyeon stretches his arm out and yanks lube out from his pile of miscellaneous bits and pieces he keeps on his bunk. Jiseok never knew that was there.
He opens it, squirts out a palmful that makes way too loud a sound, and gets his cold, wet fingers right back against Jiseok’s ass.
They might not have very long. They’ve been lying around in bed all day and the others could soon start to turn in for the evening. Twitchy with the anxiety of being walked in on, Jiseok feels like he might shake out of his skin.
Jooyeon’s hands aren’t really any bigger than Jiseok’s but his fingers feel wider, squarer, harder when he fucks the first one in.
Jiseok brings his spare hand up to his mouth and bites down on his palm, enough to sting and to keep himself quieter; Jooyeon, untouched, groans.
“Feels good,” he murmurs.
Jiseok’s cock spurts out a drop of precome, his hips jerk up, and he can’t decide if he should be trying to come as quickly as possible or drag this out.
He’s not the most patient. Before he’s ready, before Jiseok would have, Jooyeon pulls back and presses a second finger in with the first. He curls them up, twisting and searching.
“Fuck,” Jiseok spits against his bitten hand. “Jooyeon, ah.”
“You feel good,” Jooyeon says again. “Inside. Jiseokie, you’re so hot. Tight.”
Jooyeon runs his mouth a lot, speaks without thinking, but this is the most maddening it’s ever been. If Jiseok was bolder he would try to match it, say something like, imagine that around your cock.
He’s not that bold, though, and anyway he thinks he would have to quit music if any of their bandmates happened to overhear him saying that so he keeps his hand in his mouth and leaves the talking to Jooyeon.
“How many can you take?” Jooyeon asks next, like he’s doing a scientific study on the limits of Jiseok’s asshole.
Slightly hysterical, Jiseok says, “two is enough!” even though he’s admittedly a little curious, too. He’s only ever bothered with two, he’s always ending up coming before he could want more than that. This really isn’t the time. Maybe some day when they’re the only ones here Jooyeon can do what he wants to and Jiseok can be as loud as he needs to.
Having someone else finger him is making Jiseok crazy. He’s used to it only being him, only ever his hand. Jooyeon moves unpredictably and his thumb, rough and calloused, keeps rubbing over the skin around Jiseok’s hole while he thrusts his fingers in and out far smoother than Jiseok has ever managed to. There’s too much lube, dripping onto the sheets below and matting in pubes and making every movement squelch.
He wants to come. He’s pretty sure Jooyeon wants him to come. Jiseok strokes himself off, circling the head of his cock with his thumb, twisting around uncontrollably and biting so hard into his own hand that he knows his teeth will leave marks when Jooyeon brushes against his prostate. Jiseok can never quite reach it and the direct touch, for the first time, forces another blurt of precome out of his slit.
Jiseok plants his feet on the bed, spreads his legs wider than he had dared to before, gives Jooyeon all the space he could need. He gives up on jacking off and focuses on pushing back onto Jooyeon’s hand, trying to get him to stay pressed up against that perfect spot. His own fingers, wet, dance over the head of his cock as delicately as he can bear and it’s like that that Jiseok’s orgasm hits him. He comes for so long he’s scared he might black out; his spine cracks when he arches, he spills ropes of white up to his own chest, he clenches so tight around Jooyeon’s fingers that he has to stop fucking them in and out.
“Woah,” Jooyeon murmurs, taking it all in with wide eyes.
When Jiseok’s body relaxes, sagging into the mattress all at once, Jooyeon slips his fingers out. He wipes them against the leg of his shorts (gross) and asks, “are you okay?”
Jiseok throws him a weak thumbs up.
Unprompted, Jooyeon tells him, “I came in my pants.”
He doesn’t sound ashamed or annoyed about it. Just matter-of-fact. Jiseok lifts his other hand, another thumbs up.
Hopping off the bed, walking awkwardly, Jooyeon rustles around in his wardrobe until he pulls out a clean pair of shorts. He shucks the dirtied ones without hesitation, giving Jiseok a full-on view of his bare ass as he bends and pulls on the new pair.
“That was awesome,” he says when he turns back around. He’s got his silliest grin on as he looks down at Jiseok - come-covered and still catching his breath, lying half-naked and sweaty - and it’s like they’re talking about anything else, about a movie or a video game or a song.
“Mm,” Jiseok hums, since he can’t say he doesn’t agree.