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11:41 PM

Gemini stares at the link thoughtfully, his body sinking deeper into the welcoming embrace of soft sheets of the hotel bed that feels lonely without the metronomic lullaby of a heartbeat and a body that runs warmer than his. Paris streets present glittering warm lights, new opportunities, and subdued homesickness that spikes every time he spots the color yellow.

Watch alone. Since the beginning of their friendship, Fourth has had a tendency of taking videos and never sharing them, not even with Gemini himself. It’s my safekeep, he always shrugs, eyes glinting with mischief, never saying more. The recordings started innocently—Gemini sleeping with his eyes slightly open while Fourth giggles in the background, singing together in a music festival with music booming from the speakers, clinging to each other under the pretense of play fighting—media that can stay in the unlocked photos app ordinarily, seen by anyone who goes through Fourth’s camera roll.

The content progressed along with their relationship—blurry, ambiguous lines of being friends and more, tasting the word phuen right from Fourth’s tongue with his own mouth. The sweet, innocuous videos where they are singing off-key on purpose turned into pictures where Gemini is sprawled on his bed with his sex-ruffled hair and reddened kiss-swollen lips, softcore nudes that capture all the darkening handprints and deep teeth marks Fourth leaves on his waist for his own gratification. They sit in Fourth’s encrypted, hidden folder. Just for my eyes, Fourth is strict with his gatekeeping.

The thought of Fourth sharing something from his personal collection is exciting, but it also feels like a dangerous lure, an inside joke he is not in on because Gemini knows Fourth. He is not the type to just share something like this out of the kindness of his heart. Not even when Gemini begged with exaggerated pouts and doll-wide eyes which still remains mildly offensive.

Fourth is sly in ways only a person who willingly studies law can be, finessing with sunflowery sweet smiles and soft, pinked cheeks. Earnest to his core, even with his slightly manipulative tendencies. It’s his libra sun, Gemini can give him a little grace, and it’s cute. He can indulge his nong in his fun, somewhat unscrupulous schemes.

He double taps the screen to illuminate it again, his thumb hovering over the tempting link, a soft stir of arousal already swirling in his tummy over nothing but his racing thoughts. He feels like a pavlovian dog right now. He takes a deep breath, forcing clinical thoughts—charging his phone, setting an alarm for the morning, Fourth passing his phone to Gemini to make him record the sight of a seeking, desperate Fourth on his knees—whatever.

He opens the link and immediately gets directed to Google Drive, huffing amusedly at how intricate and stupidly endearing this is. The spinning white circle of the loading screen feels as hypnotizing as it feels mocking, cursing the hotel wifi. After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, the video finally starts to play.

The camera work is shaky, with auto exposure flickering trying to find an object to focus on. There is a loud static sound of fabrics ruffling over the speakers and a distinctive, muffled twinkling of Fourth’s giggles.

“I’m warning you guys, I’m recording this,” Fourth says, words soaked in a mischievous lilt that Gemini is intimately familiar with.

Gemini is slowly realizing he is not the starring role in this particular film because he can’t remember any of this happening. Whoever he’s with in this video doesn’t respond back. “This is the final warning, okay?”

Fourth sneakily focuses the camera towards a bed in a hotel room, bedding, and a layout that Gemini vaguely remembers back from August during GMMTV outing. The lighting is dim and cool, emitting from the lamp fixture on the walls. The bright orange sticks out amongst the monochromes, polarizingly vibrant, complementing the neutral peach undertones of Phuwin’s warm skin.

Phuwin, who is sitting on another person's offering lap, his bare thighs peeking out of the bright orange skirt. The broad, large frame of Pond is extremely recognizable despite his face being hidden in the crook of Phuwin’s neck snugly. Pond’s hands are huge, pale skin translucent over green-blue pumped-up veins as they span down the flare of Phuwin’s hips in the video. Fourth makes a startled, giggly sound when Phuwin pulls Pond’s face from his hiding spot to press their mouths together in a needy, playful kiss.

It feels so voyeuristic to watch. Gemini can feel his face getting heated. It’s not like he hasn't watched his friends kiss before—clips of their characters kissing each other deeply or tiny pecks in hidden corners that he pretends not to be aware of. However, this is something entirely different, filthy, the way Pond sucks on Phuwin’s tongue, pink and spit-shined, glinting on his phone screen while clicky wet sounds with deep breathing echo from the speakers. Gemini feels slightly lightheaded. He is glad he began this while lying down.

“Uii, I’m so lonely,” Fourth whines petulantly from behind the camera. “They’re making me the third wheel.”

Phuwin laughs into Pond’s mouth, sounding fond despite Fourth’s interruptions, breaking apart to look at him teasingly, his vision going over the camera. “Go find Gemini.”

Gemini holds his breath, biting down on the soft tissues of his mouth to avoid making any noise. He isn’t sure where these three are going with this, but he wasn’t expecting his own name to be mentioned while Phuwin straddles Pond as Fourth records them.

“Oho,” Fourth sounds sulky. The mention of Gemini feels like his neurosis. The unavailable partner, he assumes. Gemini can imagine the disappointed pout and furrowed eyebrows he would've been making off camera. “He’s too busy for me.”

“Not true—!” Gemini objects in great offense, not caring that he is defending his honor all alone in a Parisian hotel room because this was patently false!

Gemini always makes time for Fourth. He went out of his way that day to look for him and kiss him a little in a hidden storeroom of that building—sneaky, roaming hands groping the fake cotton-stuffed tits, making their way underneath the slutty skirt. He just wanted to give Fourth space, and spend time with their friends they both don’t get to see as often as they’d like because of everyone's busy schedules.

In the video Phuwin makes a sweet, sympathetic sound with a condescending pout while Pond’s chin rests on his shoulder. He has a pink flush and sweet, dopey smile with half-lidded eyes he tends to get when he is pleasantly tipsy. Gemini tries to purposely ignore the spit-sheen on their kissed lips.

Phuwin looks at Pond. “Should we keep nong Fourth company tonight, mh?”

Gemini blinks. Is this … what he think it is? Did Fourth really … with his phis … to act out against Gemini’s unintentional negligence?

The violent rush of jealousy that hits him makes him almost dizzy, hands itching with the urge to pause the video and call up Fourth immediately to demand answers on why the fuck would you do that? But that’s something a boyfriend can complain about.

Gemini is not Fourth’s boyfriend. He almost chucks his phone at the wall, the Samsung paid partnership can go to hell. The most infuriating part is that underneath all the jealousy and hurt, there is still a traitorous imbuement of tender-warm arousal. Gemini groans, feeling his cock starting to fill between his legs, hidden under the soft fabric of his Divine grey pajama pants. He is defiling his own product, he realizes with horror, chained down by his desires.

Gemini watches as Phuwin shifts towards Fourth’s direction, a put-on coquettish smile on his kissed lips. He gets closer to grab his phone, passing it over to Pond, who fumbles a little with the device before stabilizing it to capture both Fourth and Phuwin in the frame.

This is the first time Fourth’s face is captured in the video. He is grinning, soft, pink lips that stretch over the sharp, pearly white incisors, and a kittenish nose scrunched up cutely. He looks devious and adorable all at once. Gemini misses him so much. The urge to reach out from the screen and touch is starting to get unbearable.

Phuwin reaches out to grab at Fourth’s face, swiping his thumb over the sharp jawline while Fourth’s hands move to rest on Phuwin’s waist. It’s so familiar, everything Gemini has done and more. He can imagine the feel of Fourth’s warm skin on his own hands and the tight grip palming his own waist.

Pond makes a surprised sound in his throat, sounding closer to Gemini’s speakers as Phuwin shifts enough to straddle Fourth’s lap, cyan and orange welcoming each other. Phuwin’s skirt has rucked up his hips, his hands resting on the stupidly lewd rise of Fourth’s fake tits for support.

Gemini breathes in deeply, squirming under the covers like a blushing virgin, the silk of the pajamas making the glide smoother as he rubs his thighs together to seek the barest of achy stimuli.

“P’pond…” Fourth murmurs, strung and high on alert, blushing down his neck.

Phuwin glances towards Pond, towards the camera, and shrugs dismissively. “He doesn't mind, right?”

Gemini almost laughs at that. Phuwin only plays games he already knows he will win. As if Pond will ever disagree with any of Phuwin’s whims or demands. He is similar when it comes to Fourth. A better man would’ve stopped watching a video like this ages ago. A better man wouldn't have turned to lie on his side to rut slowly against the soft mattress.

Gemini hears a shaky breath from Pond, the video getting a little unsteady. “...Right.”

Fourth softly noses over Phuwin’s cheek, almost like he is sniff kissing. It’s such a tender-sweet display of affection that Gemini almost forgets the actual context of this situation for a second. Their faces slowly start to inch closer, lips meeting gently, nice and chaste, before they both burst into loud, obnoxiously high-pitched giggles, eyes scrunched shut in mirth. Pond’s hands tremble again.

Fourth’s mouth glitters with the sticky residue of a lip gloss that wasn’t left by Gemini’s lips, and he dislikes this branding so much. The thought of Fourth wearing Phuwin’s gloss on his lips is—

“—so annoying!” Phuwin’s words are tinged with pleasant laughter. He presses his hand against Fourth’s mouth, which he predictably bites, fitting his sharp, puppy teeth playfully into Phuwin‘s elegant-looking pointer finger.

Pond’s drunken giggle pitches into a falsetto. “Bad dog.”

It’s so silly—the image of two grown men wearing tight, tacky fabric that stretches over defined muscles with short sailor guardian skirts as one of them straddles the other, kissing for the fun of it. Kissing to get at Gemini for trying to respect healthy boundaries and space for once.

Maslow’s hierarchy of needs doesn’t really apply to Fourth. His psychological needs involve kissing around their mutual friends and testing Gemini’s sanity by filming it. He’d rather send a video like this to Gemini when he is overseas over a simple i miss you text. Gemini is so fucked for finding psychological warfare used for foreplay as something cute. He is conscientiously charmed.

Fourth is now cupping Phuwin’s chin in a pinked palm, digging his thumb and fingers on each side of his face to squeeze Phuwin’s cheeks together, lips squished in a mwah-puckered pout. He stares at Phuwin’s face, contemplating before coming to a conclusion. “Gem’s cuter.”

Gemini tenses up as if a hot, bright electric shock went through his whole body. He’s cuter. He almost giggles into his pillow, a pout-pursed smile of triumph taking over his face.

Phuwin squints his eyes. “Pond’s hotter.”

The giggles behind the camera continue.

Fourth slowly reels Phuwin in closer, a cheeky wink sent towards the direction of the makeshift cameraman. Phuwin dutifully wraps his arms around Fourth’s flushed neck, tauntingly cute smiles present on their faces. They get closer and closer until Gemini can see their noses brushing softly, breaths mingling.

Their lips meet rough this time. Phuwin palms Fourth’s chin to angle it upwards, deepening the kiss further. There is so much to look at—their fake cotton-stuffed shirts rubbing against each other the closer they get, the vision of faux soft, pert tits osculating each other is melting Gemini’s brain, mouth watering for milky boobs, cock painfully straining in his pajama pants. He is really debating the morality of jerking off to his friends taking turns kissing each other.

“Fuck,” Pond breathes out, and Gemini agrees reverently.

Fourth is licking into Phuwin’s mouth the same way he does to Gemini, and it’s so violently hot, making him whine audibly in the empty room. He feels faint, body burning up hotter just from the sight of Fourth kissing their friend. If he stares only at the curve of Phuwin’s moving jaw, eyes unfocusing, it almost looks like Fourth is kissing him through blurry vision.

He needs to watch that visual too—not the sweet, love-pressing kisses of their characters but this with sloppy licking, more tongue than lips, loud and wet, filmed on Fourth’s cracked Samsung phone in a dimly lit hotel room like an amateur porno instead of with high-end professional equipment.

Phuwin makes a breathy sound into Fourth’s mouth, and the video angle shifts abruptly, capturing the black fabric of Pond’s pants stretched over his strong thighs before it shifts back to its original position. Gemini pauses—not the video but his train of thoughts. Was P’Pond also… just like him?

The surge of hot need is mind-numbing through his brain. He is throbbing, tender-hot cock begging for attention. He drags his hand softly under his shirt, rubbing on his tightened tummy. His palm feels big and warm on his skin, the splayed thumb-to-pinky handspan covering his entire lower torso. His stretched pinky finger touches lightly over his waistband before slightly slipping inside, feeling the coarse beginning of hair.

Gemini’s eyes burn a little, cyan and orange are mixing together in blurry hues of colors that have never been invented before.

Fourth pulls back, breathing heavily. His mouth is reddened and shiny with Phuwin’s spit. Gemini wants to lick it off himself to clean up. Shockingly, they start laughing loudly again, as if kissing and tonguing each other is a peak friendship bonding experience. They both are sick in the head.

“I wish you were Gemini,” Fourth whines, half teasingly to get on Phuwin’s nerves and the other half being an honest, truthful desire.

Instead of getting annoyed like Gemini thought he would, Phuwin simply smiles, saccharine sweet. “I wish you were Gemini, too.”

He shivers. Full body. The way they are talking about him in his absence should be humiliating, but fuck, he likes it so much. Likes being wanted, desired, likes the thought of being kissed by gorgeous men wearing tiny skirts.

Fourth blinks rapidly, fluttering and stunned. “Ha?”

“So, you can have your fun but not Gemini? Tsk.” They both are so hypocritical—pot calling the kettle black or what not. Phuwin is calculative in the ways of someone who takes great pleasure in getting on Fourth’s nerves. Gemini recognizes it because he is just the same.

Fourth tongues the inside of his cheek, contemplating before nodding firmly. “Fine. I’ll let you kiss Gemini if you let me kiss P’Pond.”

Pond makes a surprised noise, a passive watcher suddenly told to be an active participant. “Uh—?”

Gemini can recognize the sound of Fourth buffling from miles away. He is trying to hit where it hurts. Phuwin is too possessive, a kittenish sneer on his face whenever someone is too close in Pond’s orbit. Gemini knows it and clearly, Fourth knows it too. Gemini feels a little sympathetic towards Pond for experiencing this messy, iniquitous sort of pimping happening firsthand in that room. Caught between a catfight.

“Okay.”

“Okay—!?”

Gemini is equally shocked, as both Fourth and Pond are in the video. Phuwin is not actually going to let Fourth kiss Pond too. Right?

Phuwin looks towards the direction of the camera properly. His mouth is tacky because of his own smudged gloss, a berry-pink pout swollen from Fourth’s mouth. Gemini feels a rush of envy like never before. Phuwin smiles, and it feels like a provocation.

“P’Pond,” he is going full force. Pulling the phi card is such a dirty trick. “You will kiss Fourth, won’t you?”

There is a stillness while Phuwin continues to stare behind the camera at Pond, and Gemini knows they’re doing that thing where they only communicate through their eyes, telepathy of sorts. He does it with Fourth too, but that feels warm, intimate. It is slightly odd, experiencing it secondhand than being in on the experience. The irony is not lost on him.

The camera moves up and down, like a nod in those POV shots. It almost makes Gemini snort. He is trying to ignore the fact they are talking about one more person kissing his Fourth. Phuwin gets a smug kitty smirk on his face while Fourth looks like a gambler who bet on his wife and lost. It’s such a comical sight, considering the context.

Phuwin pats Fourth on the shoulder before getting off his lap, his shiny skirt swishing around his thighs. “Go on. Make it good for me, okay?” His hand reaches out towards the direction of the camera, feeling like another POV shot, as if he is seeking out Gemini. He grabs it and the shot is switched again to Pond’s nervous frame.

Pond’s eyes are dark, darting all over from the camera lens to Phuwin and then towards Fourth—rose red flush settling deeply on his ears, to his cheeks, and down his neck into the neckline of his shirt. It’s a pretty sight. Gemini has eyes and a good taste for aesthetics—Pond Naravit is a fucking vision.

“C’mon, baby. Fot is waiting for you.”

Pond slowly moves towards Fourth, clumsy with his movements like his body is too big for him. He takes Phuwin’s place, leaving a slight distance between them. They both have matching cherry-red ears and sweet, shy expressions on their faces. Cute.

Something flickers in Fourth’s eyes, and he nods intently. A sweet, coquettish, flirty smile sits on his pink plush lips, tilting his head to the side, looking up at Pond with widened eyes. It’s such a perfect dollie performance, all prettied by a popping candy blue. “P’Pond… let’s give P’Phu and P’Gem a good show to watch.”

P’Gem. Fourth is so good at being filthy while saying sugary sweet words.

Fourth’s hand goes to rest on Pond’s strong shoulder, appearing smaller than it actually is because of the size difference. Gemini hears Phuwin taking a deep breath, and he mimics it. His cock is weeping, fabric damp and saturated where his sticky tip is strained, edging himself at this point. He pulls his pants down until they’re stuck at his thighs.

Pond leans down from Fourth’s grip, eyes hazy and glassy that flicker towards Phuwin one last time to confirm before he presses his mouth to Fourth’s plush presenting one. This visual knocks out the breath in his lungs because it’s unlike anything he has seen before. Phuwin and Fourth are similar in build and height, but this—Pond is so big. Broad, wide shoulders that completely hide Fourth’s frame, makes him look petal-dainty.

Fourth made himself deliberately smaller underneath Pond, letting out small breathy sounds into Pond’s full pout. He is putting on a performance, a slutty little act with his sweet sailor girl costume. Putting himself on a dissolute display with lilting giggles and pink cheeks, puppy-kitty charm amped up for his own entertainment at his phi phis cost. He had made up his mind to send this video to Gemini from the second he hit record that day.

Gemini wonders if Pond is only kissing Fourth to taste the remnants of Phuwin on his sweet mouth and wonders if he can taste lingering remains of Gemini underneath Fourth’s tongue.

Pond licks over Fourth’s cupid bow, hand coming down to clutch at Fourth’s waist. Even his hand looks massive on his waist.

Phuwin huffs a little, getting closer to them kissing, where Gemini can see his bare, slim leg stretching and playfully kicking Fourth away from Pond, breaking their kiss.

“Aow,” Fourth yelps as he loses his balance, stumbling on the mattress while Pond blinks confusedly. The video ends with Phuwin playfully tackling Fourth down in an aggressive play-fight with them giggling and yelling loudly, and then it goes black.

He doesn’t even care about his phone anymore, throwing it slightly beside him.

Gemini’s brain has gone completely foggy, his tongue soused cotton heavy in his mouth. He lifts his hand and licks over his palm, gossamer shiny spit strings for a messy wet slide, and wraps it around his heated, swelled cock, mind ruminating the images of Fourth with his slutty skirt and perky tits, kissing on their friends insatiably. His back arches a little as he tugs himself needily, cockhead getting stickier with precum droplets. He thumbs over the sopping slit, hissing at the stimulation.

He rolls over, burying his head into one of the pillows, nose digging into the soft. He wishes in his horny, hot-hurried daze about packing one of Fourth’s worn gym shirts with him, smelling of clean musk and the floral perfumes he uses instead of the clean, detergent smell of the pillow.

He works his hips into his tight fist like a makeshift fleshlight instead of the other way around. Something about working for it, earning it through hard work. He lets out a guttural whine into the pillow, along with high-pitched moaning stutters. “Fou’t—uhn, hn—baby.”

The phantom image he thinks for himself for the final edge, over the messy sound of his fist slapping, is Fourth’s weight on his lap, hot mouth against his neck, biting down at the juncture of his vulnerable throat. The scent of sweat and sex perfuming the air around them. Doing so good, P’Gem, soft tenored like a loving boyfriend, working himself down his cock. “Fuck, fuckfuckfuck—”

He cums hard, fat load of hot spurts spraying into his cupped palm—brain static buzzed and tummy concaved from burning pleasure that brings tears to his eyes. He feels completely lightheaded, the pillow cutting off his breathing slightly.

He slowly lifts his head up, the pillow drool damp where his mouth was. Taking in greedy, deep breaths, he rolls on his back, lying flat to look up at the ceiling. His vision is still slightly blurry, with stars appearing from the strong orgasm and probably staring at his phone for that long.

Without thinking, Gemini pushes up his shirt and wipes his cooling cum on his stomach. He uses his other hand to grab his phone, opening the camera app and switching it to selfie mode.

He angles his phone upwards, only capturing his bitten lips and down his chin—the sweat sheen on his honey-warm skin, the streaks of opalescent white cum looking like a sugar-glazed donut—stopping at the start of his pelvic bone, where you can tell he is not wearing anything down but you can’t see much.

He clicks a bunch of selfies and stands up to take another quick warm shower before actually sleeping this time.