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Hyunjin is bored and lonely, always a disastrous combination. Or delicious, if he plays his cards right and Chan indulges his whims. Hyunjin lays back on his unmade bed and sighs dramatically, thinking about the last time he and Chan nearly broke his bed frame, Chan riding Hyunjin’s cock like he was trying to win an award for it, both of them doing their best not to call out someone else's name. Because at the end of the day, it was just a fun thing between Hyunjin and Chan. Casual. A friendly solution for when the boredom and the loneliness became too much and there was still no light on the horizon of their respective love lives. Hyunjin tries not to think of love. Not when he's in a mood like this.
Chan is at the studio, working late with Changbin on some track they can't quite get right. It's put Chan in a caustic mood, even though he tries his best to cover it up and not let it affect the rest of the people around him. But he still snapped at Minho earlier with enough bite that everyone else silently decided to give him a wide berth.
‘Well,’ Hyunjin thinks, ‘I bet I could think of something that would calm him down.’
Famous last words.
A few minutes later, he's propping his phone up on his bedside lamp, with his back against the wall beside his bed, naked as the day he was born and hard as a rock. He grabs his (brand new, after they used up every ounce of the last) bottle of lube and lays it on the bed beside him before leaning forward, taking a deep breath, and pressing record.
At first he doesn't say anything, just settles back against the wall, watching himself in the phone screen. He stretches his long legs out, casually admiring the angle of the video that makes him look even longer and lankier than usual. He smirks and hums contentedly.
“It's been so long,” he says in a silky voice. “I can't stop thinking about you.” It's not quite a lie; he really has been thinking of Chan, or at least the relief they can provide one another, but it's not sexy to admit on camera that the only reason that relief is needed is because Hyunjin actually can't stop thinking about another man. He swallows that thought down as he opens the bottle of lube and squirts a hefty amount onto his palm.
He looks directly into the camera and moans as he strokes his cock, the lube making a slick sound that only turns him on more.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “I'm so fucking hard, hyung. We haven't had any time to ourselves and I just can't stand it anymore. Please-” he cuts himself off and whimpers as his hand quickens. His other hand travels up his chest to rub at his nipples and he shudders in pleasure.
“Please, hyung.” He's breathing hard now. Putting on a show is getting to him, his exhibitionist tendencies thriving under the silent eye of the camera and the red recording button.
“I can't stop thinking about how tight you'll be around me,” he pants. “Please. Please, you've spent so much time at the studio, working so hard. Let me make you feel good. I'll be good,” he promises as his hand strokes his cock faster and with more purpose. “Oh, God. I just want to make you feel good. Please, Cha- oh!” He twists his wrist in just the right way and arches his back. He's tempted to forget about the video, forget about Chan completely, and give in to his own fist pressing just right in all the right places.
But his original plan is still more appealing. He indulges for a few moments more, letting his head fall back and his eyes close, the only sound his shuddering breaths and the slick click of the lube as he touches himself. Finally, he makes himself stop and looks into the camera again.
“I'll be waiting for you, hyung,” he says in what he hopes is a sexy way and not at all as desperate as he feels. He presses the record button again to stop the video and, without letting himself second guess it, he sends the file to Chan with only a warning of ’Don’t let anyone else see or hear this xoxo’.
Hyunjin lays back on the bed and forces himself to relax into the sheets. His arousal lingers, thrumming through his muscles. After a few minutes, he hears the ding of a text notification and grabs his phone excitedly.
But as he glances at the notification, he sees it's not Chan, but Changbin. Home in 5.
Hyunjin frowns. As if it isn't already difficult enough to share a dorm with the man he's in love with, now he can't even privately burn off his pent up energy with Chan. He grits his teeth resignedly and opens his texts to tell Chan not to come over.
What he sees when he opens the app makes his heart stop. Directly above the “Home in 5” text from Changbin is a rectangle with a play button in the center and a tiny “Read” receipt next to it.
“Oh, no.” He drops his phone to the bed like it's a hot coal. “Oh, no, no, no, no, no.” He looks at the time. It's only been a minute since Changbin sent the text, maybe Hyunjin can- what? Do what? Changbin has already watched the video. The damage is already done.
Hyunjin gets out of bed and starts pacing his room, his erection wilted in his panic. Exhibitionist streak or not, the humiliation of knowing the man he's in love with has just watched a video of him masturbating and begging another man to come over and fuck takes precedent and destroys any leftover arousal.
“I'll lie and say I was drunk,” he says aloud to the empty room. “It was a drunken accident. I'll apologize and say I didn't realize what I was doing and- oh God, he won't believe me.” He drags a pair of joggers on with shaking hands.
Suddenly, he hears the beep-clunk of the front door unlocking and opening. He can't move, can barely breathe. He stares at his closed bedroom door and tries to force himself to open it and apologize, maybe even look Changbin in the eye if he can, but before his limbs can cooperate, said door is slammed open and in the doorway is Changbin, his full cheeks flushed. He's breathing hard like he ran all the way from the studio and there's an intense look on his face that Hyunjin doesn't know how to interpret. The treacherous part of Hyunjin’s heart still manages to be happy to see him, even if the logical part of his mind is embarrassed beyond belief.
“Hyung,” he starts, his voice shaking a little and his eyes dropping to the carpet beneath his feet, “I- I’m so sorry, I should never have sent the video. You must think I'm an idiot-”
He doesn't get any further with his rambling apology before Changbin has crossed his room and pulled him into a hard kiss. For a moment, Hyunjin is too shocked to react, but then he instinctively starts to kiss back. Changbin's lips are soft and his hands hot and strong where they come up to cradle Hyunjin’s face as they kiss.
“Don't apologize,” Changbin says when they pull apart. His voice is rough and breathless and it's the sexiest thing Hyunjin has ever heard in his life. “Fuck, Hyunie. Do you even know how long I've wanted you? And then on some random afternoon you send me all my wildest dreams in a text?” He kisses Hyunjin again, slipping his tongue out tantalizingly briefly, making Hyunjin groan.
“Please,” Hyunjin begs, his own voice strained with arousal. “Please, Binnie.” Changbin growls and pushes him back until his knees hit the bed.
Somehow, between kisses and wandering hands, they manage to get their clothes off. Hyunjin throws his head back into his pillow as Changbin leans over him and sucks a hickey into his collarbone.
“Can't believe you're letting me do this,” Changbin says, almost so quiet Hyunjin wonders if he was meant to hear it at all. “Can't believe you're already this wrecked just from me kissing you.”
“Wanted you-” Hyunjin gasps as Changbin gives his nipple a strong lick, “for so long.”
“Could have had me,” Changbin tells him as he kisses and bites and licks his way down Hyunjin's body. “Could have had me any time you wanted.”
“Want you now,” Hyunjin groans. “Please.”
Changbin moans in response before licking a stripe up Hyunjin's renewed erection.
“I love the way you beg,” he admits, and then swallows Hyunjin’s cock almost frantically, as if he needs it to survive.
Hyunjin shouts and squeezes his eyes shut, hoping if he can't see Changbin’s plush lips wrapped around his cock, he might have a chance at lasting longer. It's a fool’s hope. Already he can feel his release hurdling toward him like a train.
“Changbin,” he says, gripping the other man’s meaty shoulder with white knuckles, “I'm close. Please- oh, fuck, please.” He doesn't even know what he's asking for, whether for Changbin to stop so he can last longer or to have mercy on him and make him come so hard he sees stars.
Changbin moans around the cock in his mouth and doesn't let up. He brings his hand up and strokes Hyunjin's cock at the base so his mouth can focus on sucking the rest like an expert. Hyunjin doesn't stand a chance.
With a gasping shout, he comes down Changbin's throat, his whole body writhing as the pleasure courses through his veins. When he finally floats back to Earth, he's panting and his thighs shake on either side of Changbin’s head.
He looks down. Changbin is staring at him like he's a work of art.
“Sorry,” Hyunjin croaks. His voice is shot.
“For what?” Changbin asks. He straightens up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Baby, that was the hottest thing I've ever experienced in my life.” He leans up and kisses Hyunjin sensually and Hyunjin sighs contentedly.
“Didn't want to finish so quickly,” he says as Changbin gently kisses his face and throat.
“Hyunjin, it'll take about 30 seconds for me to come the moment I start touching myself,” Changbin admits. He grins and Hyunjin can't help but smile back. “Stop apologizing for the best thing to ever happen to me.”
Hyunjin laughs softly. He reaches down to Changbin’s aching cock and hums smugly when Changbin swears and his hips jerk forward into Hyunjin’s grip. Changbin wasn't lying; barely a minute later, he's whimpering into Hyunjin’s mouth as he comes all over their stomachs.
They lay there for several minutes, entwined with one another, trading kisses and satisfied sighs. After a while, Hyunjin tenses slightly, anxiety creeping back into his body.
“Was this,” he licks his lips nervously, “was this just a one time thing for you?”
Changbin frowns.
“I told you, I've wanted you for ages,” he replies. His warm hands stroke comfortingly along the side of Hyunjin’s thigh.
“Yeah, but. I mean. Just sex? And now it's out of your system? Or did you- do you-” Hyunjin cringes at how vulnerable he sounds, his voice betraying his soft, hoping heart.
Changbin kisses the tip of his nose and smiles softly.
“I've loved you for years, Hyunjin,” he says. “This isn't a one time thing. Not for me.”
“Me neither,” Hyunjin whispers. His heart feels like it'll burst.
“How about we get cleaned up and grab something to eat, hm?” Changbin suggests.
As they curl up on the couch, watching some ridiculous video that they only laugh at because everything in the world seems delightful, Hyunjin basks in the warmth of his love and thanks whatever fate decided to make him careless when clicking Send.