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Wonbin watched a stranger drop a plastic cup of dubious contents onto the faux-wood vinyl flooring of the crowded living room he had unfortunately found himself in.
He shouldn’t say that. He liked a party every now and then. He just didn’t like his view.
Wonbin sat on a couch that looked and felt far too expensive to be in some uni kid’s living room. Sohee perched on the armrest even though there was ample room on the cushions. Wonbin had stopped listening to whatever Sohee was talking about ages ago when he spotted Sungchan leaning against the wall by the picture window. Wonbin could pretend he was taking in the beautiful golden sunset, or something, but he wasn’t that good of an actor.
And Sungchan looked so stupidly handsome tonight, too, even if he still dressed like he ordered full outfits out of an online catalogue. Wonbin watched him throw his head back in laughter, clapping a hand on the shoulder of whoever he was engaged in conversation with. Wonbin couldn’t hear him over the music, but he knew what his laugh sounded like. Had it committed to memory, kind of. Which he told himself was normal, given that they’d dated. Twice.
His hair looked soft. It was un-styled, save for maybe the leave-in conditioning oil Wonbin had given him as a gift when he came back from his family vacation. He’d finally convinced Sungchan to start using a hair dryer shortly before they broke up.
“I want him, Sohee,” Wonbin said mournfully.
“Who?” Sohee craned his neck in the direction Wonbin was looking in. He scoffed when he saw who was there. “Surely you don’t mean Sungchan. I thought you broke up with him this time.”
“Yeah.” Wonbin sulked into the plush couch cushions. “I did.”
“Because he was—what was it you said? Being a huge asshole? Making you rethink men?”
Wonbin rolled his eyes. “I get it, Sohee.” He let out a pitiful sigh. “He wasn’t an asshole on purpose. He’s just—”
“Inconsiderate? Emotionally constipated? In need of therapy?” Sohee ticked of each of his fingers.
“He was not that bad.” And he wasn’t. They were just incompatible, in a way Wonbin hadn’t been able to put his finger on, and therefore couldn’t fix. Sungchan had a lot of bad habits, such as poor communication and generally being a normal guy. Of course Wonbin would fall for Just Some Guy.
Anton walked by then, and threw himself onto the couch. His eyes were glazed and shiny. “Who are we talking about?”
“Dude, are you even on this plane of existence right now?” Anton shrugged. “We’re talking about how Wonbin has poor taste in men.”
“We were not,” Wonbin said. “Anton, who got you high?”
Anton hummed. Giggled. “Dunno.”
“Do you not know because you didn’t know them or do you not know because you don’t remember because you’re high?”
Sohee flicked Wonbin in the back of his head. “Stop mothering him.”
“I’m not mothering him.”
“Kind of were.”
Anton caught up, finally, to the conversation at hand. “Sungchan? Haven’t you broken up, like, twice?”
Wonbin covered his face with his hands. “I don’t want to date him! He’s a bad boyfriend, whatever!”
“Exactly,” Sohee agreed.
“But he’s so hot and he’s so good at—”
“—I don’t wanna hear this,” Sohee interrupted.
“I do,” said Anton. He giggled again.
Wonbin removed his hands from his face at the same moment Sungchan decided to finally look his way. Sungchan nodded in acknowledgement, excused himself from his conversation, and scuffed his feet into the hallway connecting the living room and porch. Wonbin could vaguely make out Sohee saying something in his ear, but it sounded far away. And he didn’t really care, anyway.
“Gotta go,” Wonbin said.
Sohee gave up. “Don’t do something stupid.”
Wonbin found Sungchan in the hallway, tucked just out of sight of the party-goers. He looked so good it actually made Wonbin feel a little sick. Even if he was wearing a polo shirt.
“Enjoying your night?” he asked.
Wonbin exhaled rather heavily. “We’re not going to stand here and do small talk.”
“Hey, now.” Sungchan shoved his hands in the back pockets of his jeans and gave him a wry smile. It made Wonbin want to get on his knees. “You followed me over here.”
“You waited for me.”
Touché. Wonbin wasn’t an idiot. Sungchan meditated on that for just long enough for Wonbin to consider having some self respect and leaving.
“Come home with me,” Sungchan said.
“Oh, no. Oh, that is not happening.” Wonbin shook his head.
“I think you want to.” That bravado was going to kill Wonbin one day. Underneath it though, a hint of something else. Something a bit less cocky. Uncertainty, maybe. “I want you to.”
Wonbin looked over his shoulder to what he could make out through the doorway. He could barely see the couch he’d left his friends on. He felt for his phone in his back pocket. He could just text Sohee. Maybe Anton instead. Sohee was far more likely to take this well if he heard it from Anton.
Sungchan lived nearby, about a ten minute walk if it was done quickly. They made it there in eight.
Sungchan checked his roommate’s bedroom to make sure he was still out before he crowded Wonbin against his own bedroom door. Kissing Sungchan was much like riding a bike, in the sense that Wonbin would probably never forget how to do it for as long as he lived. It had only been a month since the break up, but Sungchan kissed like he was starving and Wonbin’s mouth was his only source of sustenance. Sungchan’s hands felt their way up Wonbin’s torso and around his back, dipping beneath the waistband of his jeans.
When he dragged his teeth along Wonbin’s jaw, Wonbin lost his composure. He rid himself of his sweater and made quick work of the button and fly of Sungchan’s pants. Sungchan let out a relieved noise, his dick no longer confined by the denim. It strained against the fabric of his boxers and yes, Wonbin did start to salivate and no, he wasn’t embarrassed about it.
The rest of their clothes fell away and were tossed unceremoniously onto the floor. Wonbin let himself get all but manhandled onto the bed. He wanted to put his mouth on Sungchan, but he doubted that Sungchan had the patience for that tonight.
Sungchan insisted on using a condom, which perturbed Wonbin a bit. Was Sungchan seeing other people? Was he fucking other people? Did he think Wonbin was? Wonbin forgot about it when Sungchan covered Wonbin’s body with his. He trailed kisses down Wonbin’s sternum, ghosted his lips across Wonbin’s thighs, and took him apart with practiced ease.
Sungchan liked missionary because he thought it was intimate. Wonbin liked missionary because he didn’t have to do any work. Not that he didn’t like other positions, but sometimes he felt that Sungchan should have to work for his orgasm.
“God, Wonbin,” he said when he pushed in. Wonbin dug his fingernails into Sungchan’s arm and screwed his eyes shut. They’d done this dozens of times before; Wonbin had the process burned into his mind for the rest of eternity. He didn’t need his eyes open to know Sungchan’s jaw had gone slack, and that his brows were furrowed. Next he’d say something corny like you feel so good or you’re so tight, because Sungchan was corny even at moments like this.
Instead, he said, “I missed this.” Wonbin opened his eyes, watched Sungchan’s face contort as he bottomed out. “I missed you.”
Wonbin didn’t get a chance to respond, and didn’t know what he would have said, anyway. Sungchan hit him at a crazy angle and knocked the air out of his lungs.
Sex with Sungchan was fun. He was enthusiastic, bordering on desperate, but never greedy. He knew exactly what Wonbin liked and how to push all of his buttons, and always made him come first.
Dick game so good it almost made up for all of his other shortcomings.
Wonbin got loud, as he was wont to do, partially because he knew Sungchan liked it and partially because he simply couldn’t help himself. Sungchan was usually pretty quiet in comparison; a moan here and a groan there. An expletive thrown in for good measure. Normal stuff.
Wonbin always knew when Sungchan was at the end of his rope, because he’d lose all rhythm and get sloppy like he was now. He had enough presence of mind to remember he had a job to do, and wrapped one large hand around Wonbin’s dick to finish him off. Wonbin came all over Sungchan’s hand and his own stomach, clenched around Sungchan’s cock and deliriously sated. This would sustain him for at least the next couple of weeks, though his fingers didn’t come close to giving him what Sungchan could. Sohee always told him he should get into sex toys, but he didn’t think they’d hold a candle to the real deal.
“Fuck, I—” Sungchan’s hips stuttered and pressed into Wonbin uncomfortably. He was so fucking bony. And Wonbin was annoyed again by the condom. Sure, Sungchan was trying to be responsible, but it had been an irritating reminder of Sungchan’s life sans Wonbin over the last month or so. And Wonbin liked it better when he could feel it.
Sungchan rolled off of him, chest rising and falling like he’d run a marathon rather than just fucked Wonbin silly. Wonbin’s eyes stung from the endorphins and whatever else he didn’t want to confront, and he rubbed at them. They were silent, save for Sungchan’s laboured breathing. For a student athlete, his stamina could use some work.
“Wonbin,” he said. “Look at me.”
“I need a washcloth,” Wonbin said, heaving himself off the bed and starting for Sungchan’s bathroom.
“You know where they are,” Sungchan muttered.
Wonbin cleaned himself up and stared at himself in the mirror. It needed to be cleaned. The last time anyone might have wiped it off was when Wonbin was here last. He re-entered Sungchan’s room and began gathering his clothes. He could feel Sungchan watching him and ignored it. Or, he tried to. The truth was that if he did anything else, he’d end up back in bed with him, and while he’d love to go for round two, he also knew it was a terrible idea.
“I meant what I said,” Sungchan said as Wonbin pulled his t-shirt over his head. “I’ve missed you.”
Wonbin turned to meet his eyes and was mildly surprised to find them shining bright and sincere. He’d propped himself up on his elbow. “Did you miss me or did you miss this?”
“Why can’t it be both?” he replied, lolling his head to one side.
“Because one means more than the other,” Wonbin said.
Sungchan considered that. “Do you believe that things happen in threes?”
Wonbin snorted. “You can not be serious right now. And it’s bad things that happen in threes, by the way. You’re thinking of third time’s the charm.”
“Wonbin,” Sungchan whined. “Please stay. It’s too late for you to go home by yourself. What if you end up on the news?”
Wonbin wanted to stay. Sohee was going to strangle him later.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” Wonbin said as he crawled into bed beside Sungchan.
“It obviously does, because you’re not complaining about getting fresh sheets.” Sungchan brushed Wonbin’s bangs out of his eyes. He looked so sweet like this; hair messy and lips still kiss-swollen. Wonbin fought the urge to kiss him again and lost.
“Turn off the light. And put your clothes back on.”
“Aye-aye captain!”
“And just for that I’m never letting you hit ever again.”