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"Damn boy, you've been extra cranky lately. When was the last time you got laid?"
The question was said with an airy laugh, one gentle enough that it made the question seem mostly like a joke. Something to keep the mood light instead of seeming like a direct insult or an aggressive accusation.
That did not, however, stop Nam-gyu from seeing it as a jab at him.
The two shared a lazy Saturday evening in Thanos' apartment. Some long-forgotten movie was playing on the tv, one that quickly became background noise while they jumped wildly between conversation topics. Empty take-out containers littered the coffee table that Thanos was now using as a foot rest as he reclined back against his couch, arms draped across the back of it. Nam-gyu sat cross-legged beside him, hunched forward with his head propped up in his hand; his elbow balanced delicately on the side of his knee. As soon as he heard that damned question leave Thanos' stupid lips, Nam-gyu sat up and looked over incredulously at him, letting his arm fall lazily into his lap.
"What? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Nam-gyu snapped.
Thanos swiveled his head over to look at Nam-gyu before giving him a small shrug. "You've been super pissy recently. More than usual, bro," he brought his arm off the back of the couch to give the other man a light shove. "Figured maybe it's 'cause you needed some action."
An annoyed huff left Nam-gyu's nose as he rolled his eyes, facing forward again and forcing himself to look at the tv, pretending the cheesy action movie Thanos picked out earlier had suddenly captured his attention.
"I don't 'need some action'," he said.
"Oh yeah? When was the last time you've had some?" Thanos challenged.
Nam-gyu sputtered as he found himself growing flustered. "Thanos, why does that even matter? What does my sex life have to do with anything?"
"Sex is a form of stress relief, yeah? So if you go too long without it, you get all pent up and shit. Makes you agitated."
Nam-gyu whipped his head to look back at Thanos again, not bothering to hide his annoyance anymore. Not like he was necessarily hiding it before, but now he was hoping Thanos would see the irritation on his face and drop this whole entire idiotic topic.
"So let me get this straight," Nam-gyu started, taking a deep breath to try and ground himself a bit before he continued speaking. "You genuinely think I'm acting 'super pissy' because I'm pent up from not getting laid?"
Thanos pushed out his bottom lip and raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "Are you?"
"Jesus fucking Christ, man, you can't be serious," he muttered, bringing his hands up to rub at his temples in disbelief. "This doesn't sound even the slightest bit crazy to you?"
"You keep dodging the question," Thanos said, punctuated with an exaggerated point towards Nam-gyu.
"Because I don't see how it correlates at all."
"I already told you how. Stress relief, take all that bottled up energy you got and release it."
Nam-gyu was getting beyond fed up with this shit.
"So"—he dropped his hands back into his lap—"hypothetically speaking, wouldn't jerking off have the same effect? Releasing energy or whatever?"
"Nah man," Thanos made a face almost like he was wincing. "Not the same as having someone else touch you."
"And you think if I got someone else to touch me I'd suddenly start shitting out rainbows."
Thanos scrunched his face and glanced his eyes up in thought like he was actually contemplating the possibility. "Maybe not quite that, but you'd probably be more pleasant to talk to."
"Fuck you, man," Nam-gyu sighed. Despite the annoyance he felt with the current topic, he didn't have the heart to put any bite behind his words.
"Look, there's nothing wrong with not getting laid. Hell, even I'm in the middle of a dry spell right now. Nothing to be ashamed of," Thanos said with a lazy shrug.
Nam-gyu took a quick look at Thanos before nervously — why the fuck was he getting nervous all of a sudden? — breaking eye contact to glance back at the tv. After a brief second he found himself looking back at Thanos, carefully studying his expression to see if he was fucking around with him or not.
"You're serious?" he pushed, his words sounding more like a statement than a question.
"Of course. I'm dead serious, my boy."
Nam-gyu chewed on the inside of his cheek before leaning back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. "Okay, so maybe… maybe it has been a while since I've had sex, and maybe I am kinda pent up. You happy now?"
"See? Was that so fuckin' hard to admit, Nam-su?"
He was about to interject the all-too-familiar misnaming when he felt the couch shake suddenly beside him. He lolled his head to the side against the back of the couch and saw Thanos had bolted upright and was angled so he was facing Nam-gyu more, hands splayed out in the air in front of him and eyes blasted wide like he had the epiphany of a lifetime. Or, considering the shit-eating grin Nam-gyu could tell was threatening to appear on his face, like he was about to suggest something absolutely batshit insane.
"Hey, so since we're both pretty pent up, why don't we just help each other out, huh?" Thanos suggested, raising his eyebrows and giving a little nod for added convincing.
Aaand there it was. Nam-gyu internally cursed himself for knowing Thanos too well.
"Excuse me? What, are you saying we should jerk each other off or something?" he looked back up towards the ceiling, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried not to create a mental image to match the words that just left his mouth. "That sounds really fucking gay, Thanos."
"No, no, it's completely fine, helping hand y'know?"
Nam-gyu blinked hard and gave his head a quick but firm shake as if that would magically pop a definition into his brain for whatever the fuck english phrase Thanos just said.
"What?"
"Just two dudes helping each other out as friends, nothing gay about that. Helping hand," he repeated, more insistent this time.
"I don't know, I'd say me touching your dick is pretty gay, dude. I'm not doing that," Nam-gyu kept his gaze fixed up at the ceiling, even when he felt Thanos shifting on the couch next to him.
"Well, what if I take care of it? That way you won't have to worry about being gay with any evil scary dick touching," Thanos said with a laugh, reaching forward to jab Nam-gyu in the side of the ribs.
Nam-gyu jolted upright and swatted the other man's hand away, mumbling an agitated curse under his breath. He chanced a look over at Thanos, catching his eyes, and the annoyed look on his face slowly melted into one of gentle apprehension.
"Are you fucking with me right now, Thanos?" he cautiously asked, noticing Thanos had scooched closer to him. His leg that was closest to Nam-gyu was now bent up on the couch in the space that Nam-gyu swore wasn't nearly this small between them, and Thanos was almost fully facing him now.
"I already told you earlier, I'm dead serious."
Nam-gyu rolled his shoulders and let out a shaky sigh. What the fuck was he about to get himself into?
"So, if I were to agree to this — which I'm not saying I am — but if I were to, you said you'd take care of it all? I wouldn't have to do anything? Or… touch anything?" he grimaced slightly at the idea of having a dick in his hand that wasn't his own.
"You wouldn't have to do a damn thing but lay there and enjoy yourself. I'll do all the rest," Thanos reassured, looking up with pleading eyes. His voice was uncharacteristically soft, and it made something churn in Nam-gyu's gut that he was trying desperately not to give any attention to.
"Just to be clear, we're not gonna fuck, right? You're just gonna…" Nam-gyu made a vague gesture with his hand, not committing to a full-on jerking off motion but still hoping it was enough for Thanos to get the hint.
Thanos responded with a slow nod. "Don't worry, man, nothing's going in anything. Nothing besides our dicks in my hand, at least."
"Okay, cool," he almost openly made a face to himself at how cringy he sounded replying with that. "So, uh, how exactly are we gonna do this?"
"Here," Thanos started, leaning forward and bracing most of his weight on the leg he had up on the couch, placing a firm hand on Nam-gyu's shoulder. He nudged his head towards the empty space on the couch behind him. "Lay back."
Who was Nam-gyu to say no to him? He almost too obediently obliged, pivoting on the couch so he could properly lay down, and reclined back. He shifted around for a bit to get more comfortable, grabbing a cushion to place against the armrest to support his neck better and pulling his legs up, nestling them in the gap between Thanos' body and the couch. When Nam-gyu finally got settled and stopped moving around, Thanos lifted his other leg up to the couch, placing his knee beside Nam-gyu's hip to straddle him as he slowly dropped his hands down to the front of his own pants. Nam-gyu couldn't help but cautiously stare at Thanos' hands as he undid his pants, convincing himself that the heat he was feeling spreading fast through his body was anxiety over this very unfamiliar situation. It certainly didn't have anything to do with watching Thanos on top of him, pushing his undone pants and boxers down just enough to pull his dick out. Definitely wasn't that at all.
"You gonna pull yourself out, or you gonna keep on staring?" Thanos' voice rang out above him, hitting him in the head like a brick.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting to it," he groaned, choosing to ignore getting called out for staring.
Nam-gyu brought his hands down to unbutton his jeans, carefully lifting his hips up off the couch to give himself some room to wiggle them down without lifting up too far against Thanos above him. Once his jeans were shimmied down enough he lowered himself back down, gingerly pulling himself out through the fly of his boxers before slowly looking back up at Thanos in anticipation. He had to force himself to stifle a gasp when Thanos lowered his hips fully on him, lining them up better and abruptly wrapping a hand around both of their dicks. He even held Nam-gyu's gaze the entire time, the shameless bastard.
Nam-gyu looked down in between them, becoming too aware of their situation and way too aware of the feeling of Thanos' heat against his own. "I dunno Thanos, this still feels pretty gay to me."
"You're worrying too much, bro," Thanos reassured. "We still got our clothes on and we aren't actually fucking. Not gay at all."
"Yeah, but we're still touching dicks together, though," Nam-gyu half-complained, hating himself for somehow not being fully against this.
"As friends helping each other out, it's fine. Completely platonic, my boy. What, would you rather I put my dick in your ass instead? Take you to my room, light some candles, and put on some sappy music while we make love?" Thanos teased with a laugh, lurching forward and pursing his lips at Nam-gyu.
Nam-gyu threw an arm up to shove at Thanos' chest and push him back, hoping he didn't notice how red his face got at the suggestion. "Oh my fucking god– I'm gonna kill you, Thanos, just get on with it before I change my mind."
Thanos let out another laugh, a gentle one this time, as he sat back upright. He readjusted the hand that had been idly holding them both before giving a slow experimental stroke, which prompted a small half-startled half-confused noise from Nam-gyu. Propping himself up on his elbows, Nam-gyu looked up at Thanos, then down at their dicks, then back up at Thanos, who just looked back at him like a lost puppy.
"Wait, we're really just gonna go from soft?" Nam-gyu asked.
"Hm? You told me to get on with it. If you wanna touch yourself in front of me until you're hard first, then go ahead." Nam-gyu pretended it was literally anything else in the world but what Thanos said that made his dick twitch. "Or maybe we can make out for a bit first–"
"Okay, I'm actually gonna kill you."
Thanos chuckled low in his throat, shaking his head a bit. "Yeah, I didn't think so."
Nam-gyu opened his mouth like he was about to argue back, and Thanos looked him right in the eye with the most mischievous smirk known to man as he gave their dicks a harsh jerk. The sudden action elicited an embarrassingly loud moan from Nam-gyu, who slapped a hand over his mouth in mortification immediately afterward.
"Shut up," Nam-gyu quickly blurted out from under his palm before Thanos could even think to make a remark. "Don't you dare fucking say anything."
Thanos just smugly grinned back down at him, way too fucking proud of himself. "I won't."
Nam-gyu glared up at Thanos as he gave a few more slow strokes, keeping his hand clamped over his mouth before he could make a fool of himself again. When Thanos abruptly pulled his hand away from them and brought it up close to his face to spit in it, however, Nam-gyu dropped his hand from his face so he could give Thanos a dirty look.
"C'mon man, are you serious?" Nam-gyu asked, watching as Thanos lowered his spit-covered hand back down in between them.
Thanos gave Nam-gyu a look like he was crazy for not being enthusiastic over his saliva before rubbing said saliva over their lengths.
"It's dry as shit, bro. I don't wanna chafe."
"Could you not have just used lube like a normal human being? I'm sure you have some somewhere in here."
Thanos shrugged and started up a slow, leisurely pace with his hand. "Didn't feel like walking dick out through my apartment to go find it when this works fine enough. No different than getting spit on your dick when you get sucked off."
Nam-gyu fought the urge to roll his eyes and laid back down against the couch, closing his eyes and trying to fight away his annoyance so he could focus on the feeling and let himself enjoy this like he was supposed to. He was about to internally complain about how he was still fairly soft when he felt Thanos' length twitch against his with a twist of his wrist, and the realization that Thanos was already half mast and getting harder by the second over just a few earnest strokes punched Nam-gyu in the gut. He really wasn't kidding about also being pretty pent up if this was all it was taking for him to get going fast.
He would never, ever, admit it, not out loud and not even to himself in the confidentiality of his brain, but becoming aware of just how quickly Thanos was getting turned on by this and listening to his gentle pants above him were enough to spur Nam-gyu on and get his own dick stirring faster than he anticipated in Thanos' hand. He couldn't believe the immediate reaction Thanos — not Thanos, the… situation — had on his body, but before he could sink too far into feeling ashamed from it he felt Thanos close his hand around them even more with a grunt and start pumping faster, his panting getting louder and quicker. His hand was now being brought far enough up with each thrust that Thanos' thumb and index finger kept teasingly brushing up against their heads; the sensation was threatening to release more moans from Nam-gyu that he'd rather die than let out. They were both achingly hard now, and their pleasure was growing faster and faster with each stroke.
Thanos let out a low, strained moan and hunched forward, using his free hand to brace himself on Nam-gyu's chest, and Nam-gyu had to bite his tongue to hold a moan of his own simply from hearing Thanos. God, he felt so pathetic with how into this he was. He felt Thanos tighten his grip even more and buck his hips into his grasp, and that was enough for Nam-gyu to involuntarily let out a whiny moan, unable to hold himself back anymore.
"Fuck, man, this feels so fucking good," Thanos drawled out, eyes closed and brows furrowed in desperation as he kept slowly grinding his hips.
The praise, despite not necessarily being specifically aimed at him, punched out another less whiny but still equally pitiful moan from Nam-gyu. He didn't care about feeling shame anymore: he was getting close, he could tell Thanos was getting close, and he didn't have the energy to try and suppress his moans any longer when all he could focus on was how incredible it felt to have Thanos' heavy, warm length rubbing up against the underside of his own all while being jerked off like Thanos' life depended on how efficiently he could please Nam-gyu.
Nam-gyu brought his arms up to hold on to Thanos' shoulders, gripping them hard as he delicately thrusted his own hips upwards to test the feeling. The extra friction sent shockwaves through his body and caused Thanos to groan out above him, and Nam-gyu thrusted up again with more conviction this time.
"Shit, Thanos–"
"Su-bong."
Nam-gyu opened his eyes and looked up at him even though Thanos' eyes were still closed tight. "Huh?"
"I want– want you to call me Su-bong right now," he gasped out between his grunts.
Oh fuck, Nam-gyu was so far gone and too caught up in desperately needing to come that he was not about to stop and think even for a goddamned second about the intimacy behind calling Thanos his actual fucking name in a moment like this. That was a thought to dwell on later. Way, way, way later.
"Su-bong — fuck, dude — I'm-I'm so close," Nam-gyu babbled, surprised he could even form coherent words right now. "I'm so fucking close, Su-bong, please…"
"Me too… fuck, I'm almost there baby."
Nam-gyu moaned a little too loud over the pet name, not thinking about or caring why Thanos said it and not even caring why he was so into it, and gave his hips another harsh thrust upwards against Thanos. That was all it took for him to come fully undone. His orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, and he came hard into Thanos' hand and on his own stomach with a breathy whine, hips stuttering as he tried to chase the feeling. Thanos snapped his eyes open, taking in the sight with a couple more thrusts of his hand until he tipped himself over the edge.
"Shit, Nam-gyu–" he cut himself off with a choked out moan, hand and hips erratic as he rode out his own orgasm.
They both sat in silence as they came back down, breathing hard as they tried to regain their composure. Despite better judgement, Nam-gyu glanced up at Thanos, and found that he was already staring down at him with a self-satisfied smile on his face.
"You seemed to enjoy that quite a bit, kinda gay if you ask me."
"Shut the fuck up, man," Nam-gyu groaned, swatting the hand that was still holding them together away. "You wanna talk about gay? You're the one who called me baby."
Thanos brought the swatted-away hand to rest on Nam-gyu's hip, causing Nam-gyu to make a face at him for getting his exposed boxers messy.
"Yeah, well, you liked it," Thanos retorted, that stupid fucking smile not leaving his face for a second.
Nam-gyu brought his arms to his head, covering his face with his forearms and sighing in defeat. "...Maybe I liked it a little bit. Whatever."
Thanos, the absolute fucker, just laughed light-heartedly at him.
"Pretty fuckin' gay, my boy."