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It was one of those Friday nights Minho would have liked to spend at home watching a deep, meaningful anime, having some good food for dinner and cuddling up on the couch, but his friends were persuasive enough to make him go out. Felix and Chan were going back home for the summer, and it would be the last time the eight of them would be together until September, so of course, Minho caved in.

The fact that his brother also wanted to go for BBQ had played a major role in Minho’s decision, because whatever his little brother wanted, he would always get it. That was the reason they were living together, and had lived together even through Minho’s most serious relationship, which had ended a couple of months ago after an ugly accusation from his ex-boyfriend about how much he ‘pampered’ his younger brother.

Dinner had gone alright. They had been chatting about summer plans and going on a vacation together next year, but as the meat started to run out and the beer and soju glasses seemed to become bottomless, Minho started to notice the eyes of his friends on his little brother.

He hated it. He hated the way his –their– friends looked at Jeongin sometimes, like he was a lamb surrounded by wolves. He hated even more the way Jeongin smiled shyly and played innocent. He would move away from physical attention, but Minho knew it was all an act to get them hooked.

Minho had another glass, and his eyes crossed with Chan’s, who was looking pinker than any healthy person should ever look. His chin resting in his hand, looking at Jeongin like he hung the stars.

“Do we play a game?” Minho asked. Anything to get them distracted from Jeongin, and to get Jeongin distracted from them.

Minho was glad that at least Jisung, who was the worst of them all, was already so drunk that he was resting his full cheek on Felix’s shoulder, instead of pestering Jeongin about kisses.

“A game?” Changbin asked, frowning.

Changbin looked completely sober, and he was sitting right next to Jeongin, an arm over his shoulder. It made Minho clench his jaw, but he shrugged.

“Yeah, a game. Or do you want to go home already?” Minho replied, wishing they would choose the second option.

“Let’s play, yeah!” Felix yelped, a little louder than necessary, shaking Jisung back into consciousness.

Minho liked Felix. He liked all of his friends, of course, but Felix… Felix was playing the long game with Jeongin. Minho had seen the way Jeongin looked at him, so different from how he looked at some of the others, and he knew Felix knew that. It made Minho’s jaw tense, his teeth grinding together. Still, Minho liked Felix, so he smiled and tapped his fingers on the table.

“Do we have cards?” Chan asked, finally taking his eyes away from Jeongin.

Everyone shook their heads.

“Drinking game!” Felix exclaimed. Jisung whined, but finally got back into his own spot, blinking his eyes open.

“Never have I ever?” Hyunjin asked.

Minho almost rolled his eyes. Of course. Hyunjin always tried to get things sexual when Jeongin was there. He was direct, professing his love and lust. Jeongin had never really reciprocated his advances. At least, no more than with a playful smirk or a raised eyebrow.

At least that Minho knew.

Minho was a jealous person. He knew that. It was the reason why he had broken up with his first and second boyfriends. But what he felt over Jeongin wasn’t “jealousy”; he was just a concerned older brother, protective of him.

He knew his friends long before Jeongin joined the group, and as much as he loved all of them, none were a good catch.

Chan was a workaholic who would surely put work first over Jeongin’s needs. Changbin was secretly in love with Seungmin. Hyunjin was all over the place, still trying to figure himself out. Felix planned to go back to Australia at some point, and Jeongin didn’t even know English to follow him. If Hyunjin was still trying to figure himself out, Jisung hadn’t even started. He would claim he was straight, then say, ‘Well, if Jeongin is down-’, Minho wouldn’t allow that. As for Seungmin…

Seungmin was a good boy. Minho had to admit that. For all he liked to argue with him, Seungmin was a good catch. In fact, he was such a good catch that he had been Minho’s most serious relationship, up until a few months ago.

“Okay, I’ll go first,” Felix started. “Get your glasses!” he said, pressing a shot glass full of soju to Jisung. “Never have I ever… had my first kiss!”

“Hey, come on-” Changbin whined, drinking his shot. “What’s next? I’ve never held hands?”

“Hey, if you are a freak-”

“In-ah? Aren’t you drinking?” Chan said, interrupting the nth argument of the night. “You have to drink if you’ve done it.”

“I know, hyung.”

“Oh,” Chan swallowed, uncomfortable for having overstepped.

Minho glared at him. He finally pushed Changbin’s hand off Jeongin’s shoulders and got his own arm around Jeongin’s waist, bringing him closer to himself.

“Okay, okay. Next, never have I ever held hands,” Seungmin said, clearly teasing Changbin, and, of course, it worked perfectly. Changbin yelled at him, and everyone laughed, drinking their shots and pouring new ones.

Hyunjin went next.

“Never have I ever… given a blowjob in a public toilet.”

“Oh, fuck off, cunt,” Felix replied, giggling and taking another shot as Hyunjin laughed.

Chan drank too, which made Jisung blink out of his stupor for a moment, as he too got a glass to his lips. Minho wasn’t sure if he had drunk because he had done it or just out of surprise.

What no one expected, much less Minho, was for Jeongin to take the glass to his lips shyly.

“In-ah, you have to drink if you have done it,” Chan echoed himself.

“I know, hyung,” Jeongin replied once more.

The table went silent. Minho knew his hand was pressing so hard around Jeongin’s waist that it must be leaving a mark there, but if before wolves were looking at his little brother, now there were lionesses.

“You- Fuck, In-ah,” Changbin giggled. Seungmin looked at him, not too happy about Changbin’s response. His eyes were heavier; he drank his shot too, but it was clear it had nothing to do with the prompt and a lot to do with the same monster that ate Minho's entrails.

“Next,” Seungmin mumbled with a tight throat.

Ah, Minho loved him. Not in the way he thought he did before, but he knew he could count on him.

“Never have I ever… Aish, this is too hard,” Changbin whined. Everyone rolled his eyes, and he pouted.

“I can do it for you, hyung,” Seungmin helpfully said. 

“No, I-”

“Someone say something!” Minho cut in. It was clear to everyone that he was annoyed, and everyone knew why.

Jeongin put an arm around his brother’s waist too, moving closer to him.

“It’s okay, hyung,” he whispered, his warm breath dripping against his ear, making him shiver.

Minho muttered an apology, and Changbin came up with something.

They didn’t need to play to know that most of them were sluts, but they did three rounds just to confirm it.

After the second round, though, Jisung tapped out. He was almost passed out after having to drink with almost every prompt, and he had changed from resting his head on Felix to using Chan’s chest as a pillow. Neither of them seemed too concerned by it. Chan himself was mostly gone too, just nodding and giggling bashfully to anything anyone said.

In general, everyone but Minho was getting terribly drunk. Not because Minho had drunk less, but because he had always had a better tolerance to alcohol than the rest of his friends, and of course, better than his brother, who, much like Jisung, had reached his limit.

Jeongin had taken advantage of the fact that the two and Changbin were sitting on a bench instead of stools, and had lain flat on it, his cute head on Minho’s lap.

“Hyung, let Jeongin rest. Come here,” Seungmin said, grabbing a stool from behind him.

Changbin nodded, moving, but not before taking a long, unnecessary look at Jeongin. He was peacefully resting on his brother's lap, his face towards Minho so the light wouldn't shine in his eyes.

Minho cradled Jeongin’s head possessively, pressing it towards his tummy and throwing a charged look at Changbin, but Changbin was already distracted, talking to Seungmin.

“Come on, one more round,” Felix suggested. “Real ones only.”

“What does that even mean!” Jisung escaped Chan’s chest just long enough to say so before going back to sleep.

“Alright, go,” Hyunjin quickly agreed with his angel. Minho nodded, and pretty quickly, everyone but Jisung and Jeongin were on board.

It was easier to play while Jeongin was lying out of sight to all those hyenas. Like that, Minho didn’t have to worry too much about what they wanted to do to his little brother. Except, after one more round, Felix snickered.

“What?” Chan asked. He had moved Jisung to his lap and was mindlessly playing with his hair.

“I was just thinking about our little Innie not having had a first kiss…”

“Aw, yeah, that’s so-”

“But having blown someone in a public bathroom,” Felix added before Chan could finish his sentence.

Minho tensed. He heard Jeongin's tiny protest after feeling his brother’s thighs stop being a soft pillow and become as hard as rock. Minho relaxed his muscles, but he didn’t relax himself.

“Like, how did that even happen?” Felix wondered out loud.

“Maybe it was a hot stranger,” Hyunjin answered.

“Or someone we know,” Seungmin teased.

“Stop talking about my brother,” Minho threatened. 

“Oh, come on, hyung! He’s an adult,” Hyunjin quickly told him. Minho raised an eyebrow at him, menacing, and Hyunjin recoiled in his chair.

“But Seungmin is right… I think it has to be someone we know… Maybe one of us,” Felix said, squinting and looking at all of them.

Minho sucked his cheeks in, biting them. From under the table, he heard Jeongin’s sweet coo. It was very light, enough that in the busy restaurant, no one else but Minho would hear it.

Jeongin looked up at his brother with glassy eyes and kissed his tummy through the t-shirt. Minho smiled down at him. He knew it was Jeongin’s way of telling him not to worry, but Minho couldn’t deny that he wasn’t only worried, he was…

Angry.

Jealous.

“Man, what would I do to get In-”

“Shut your mouth, Changbin,” Minho spat.

“I wasn’t going to say-”

“Calm down, everyone,” Chan interrupted. “Let’s keep playing, we can talk about other things, yeah?”

Changbin clicked his tongue, but he didn’t argue.

Minho zoned out of the conversation. If one of those fuckers had been the one standing while his brother was on his knees, he would fucking kill them.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it, the sleaziness of it all.

Jeongin’s shiny smile in a dimly lit pub. An arm around his shoulders, a whisper in his ear. He had been out clubbing with Chan and Jisung a couple of months ago. Did it happen then? Was it Chan? Jisung? He could hear the thud of his little brother’s knees hitting the tiled floor; his sly eyes looking up in a plea.

He — the man who should be dead — putting his hand in Jeongin’s ginger hair and pulling his head back. Looking into his eyes as he opened his pants, grabbed himself, and tapped the tip of his cock against Jeongin’s lips.

Jeongin's thin lips, so perfect and-

Minho swallowed. He grabbed the edge of the table and tried to move, but it was difficult with Jeongin on top of him.

He was getting hard.

He was getting hard thinking about his brother giving a blowjob, and to make everything worse, Jeongin was right there. His head was resting a few centimetres away from his semi-hard cock, his eyes closed, his eyelashes casting a beautiful, innocent shadow over his cheeks.

He needed to wake him up and make him move away, and then excuse himself to the toilet.

“Min? What do you say, another round?” Chan asked.

Chan had a big dick. Minho hadn’t seen it personally, but he had seen the bulge on his pants, and the awkward boner when they were watching a film that got too “steamy”, or when Jisung had teased him a little too much.

And that one time.

That one time when they had been at the pool, and Chan had sworn, as Minho grabbed his throat, that he was hard because he was looking at Jisung’s new tattoo and the way it got lost under his swimtrunks, and not because he was looking at Jeongin, lying on his tummy, right next to Jisung.

If Chan had been the one putting his brother on his knees… Minho knew that Jeongin could take it. His mouth was wide, and he had more than once shown off not having a gag reflex as a party trick. A trick Minho hated and everyone else seemed to enjoy.

Still, the stretch around his lips would be punishing, and the tip of Chan’s cock would bruise the back of Jeongin’s throat, and-

“Hyung? Are you drunk?” Felix chirped in, giggling.

“Yeah, one more round,” Minho replied incoherently. “I just have to go-”

All the blood drained from his face. Shocked to death and back to life.

He couldn’t be imagining it, because it felt way too real.

Jeongin’s big hand was over his cock. Resting on top of it as if Jeongin had wanted to get into a more comfortable position to sleep.

Minho looked down, expecting to find Jeongin deep asleep, almost drooling. Instead, Jeongin looked up at him again with those glossy eyes and, without missing a beat, he squeezed his hard cock.

Minho almost yelped. Covering his mouth with his hand not to make a sound, which made the others look at him like he was going crazy.

“I have to-” he tried again, but Jeongin squeezed his cock again, and Minho’s words disappeared from his mind.

“Hyung, are you going to puke?” Seungmin asked, frowning, disgusted.

Minho shook his head, taking his hand away from his mouth, but Seungmin was still looking with a raised eyebrow and a scrunched nose.

All of his friends, except for an asleep Jisung, were looking at him as his little brother rubbed his hard cock over his pants.

Jeongin pressed the shape of it, shamelessly stroking all of its length, while his head kept resting on Minho’s lap.

“You are so weird, hyung,” Changbin said, shaking his head. The waiter came by, and they ordered some more drinks and side dishes, taking the group’s attention away from Minho.

Minho looked down again, but Jeongin wasn’t looking up, and he didn’t look up when Minho put a hand on his head. He didn’t want to push him off. He didn’t want to be violent with his brother, but he carefully swatted the hair from his face and tried to get him to look up at him.

When he finally did, Minho looked for an explanation in his eyes. Jeongin, instead, opened his mouth slightly and pressed his lips to the tip of Minho’s clothed cock.

Minho shuddered, blinking rapidly. Jeongin smiled up at him, droggy, his eyes only slightly open, as if he wasn’t completely aware of what he was doing, too drunk for that.

Was his brother mistaking him for that mysterious man?

“Minho, it’s your turn,” Changbin said, and he lowered his gaze, as if he suspected something. Minho intuitively pressed his brother’s face closer, and Jeongin whined, his mouth getting stuffed with the pants' folds.

“What are you doing to Inie?” Hyunjin jumped to his defence.

Changbin rolled his eyes. “He just smashed his face against his belly, Hyunjin. Don’t start-”

They started playfully bickering, with Seungmin jumping in to annoy them. Minho looked down at Jeongin again, brushing his hair with his fingers in apology.

“Min,” Jeongin mumbled, his lips pressing against his big brother’s cock again.

A hot kiss. His soft mouth wrapped around the shape. A shiver ran up Minho’s spine, making him jolt in his seat.

Chan looked at him again, but Minho shook his head and drowned his shot, and it was enough for Chan to frown and look away, engaging with the conversation again.

Jeongin didn’t move, leaving his mouth against his brother’s cock. His lips pressed firmly there, his soft breath giving Minho goosebumps, but he didn’t move away either.

After a few minutes, Minho thought that Jeongin must have fallen asleep, and he relaxed.

Jeongin must have been drunk out of his mind, and he had definitely mistaken him for someone else.

Minho was a pretty common name. It wasn’t even the only common name that started with ‘Min’, to begin with. It had been a coincidence, a terrifying one, but nothing more.

Minho got into the group’s conversation as he caressed Jeongin's head. 

He was still hard, his brain would from time to time inform him, and he would stop talking. A million thoughts about how fucked up it was that he was hard because his brother had his mouth against his cock would cross his mind, but he would lick his lips, swallow the thick saliva in his mouth and keep talking.

They talked about Australia and about Hyunjin’s new hot boyfriend. They talked about Changbin not being good at multitasking, and everyone had to look away when Seungmin’s teasing got too heavy, making Changbin blush and Felix roll his eyes and giggle.

And then, of course, the conversation drifted to Minho getting back on the market.

“I’m just not going to chase someone, alright? I’m-”

Jeongin moved. Soft nibbles of his lips against Minho’s cock. Then, the tiniest of presses of Jeongin’s tongue tip, and again those nibbles.

“I’m?” Felix teased.

“Above that,” Minho finished.

“Well, I don’t think-”

Static.

Felix’s voice, the whole room, all turned to static. Everything was out of focus. The only thing Minho was aware of was the feeling of two fingers pressing against his zipper, sliding against the teeth until they found the puller, and pinching it carefully.

The sound of the zipper slowly coming undone, each pair of teeth liberating, sounded like the deafening rattle of a train on rails, going directly towards a cliff.

Minho couldn’t look down. He was paralysed. He looked at Felix, fixated on him, his blond hair and freckled skin, followed the movement of his lips, trying to guess the words coming out of his mouth.

But he still jolted when he felt Jeongin getting his hand under his underwear, whining because it was a hard angle which hurt his wrist.

Minho couldn’t have him hurting, so he tapped his wrist.

Jeongin thought he was going to help, so he took his hand away, but when Minho reached to close his zipper, Jeongin whined louder, loud enough that Changbin looked back at them, and even started to bend down to look at Jeongin.

“Changbin!” Minho exclaimed, getting all eyes back on him. “Why don’t we talk about your romantic problems instead, hm?”

Not very eloquent, not as snappy or teasing as he had wanted it to sound, but he couldn’t care less. And yes, maybe it was an asshole movement towards both Changbin and Seungmin, but it was far better than Changbin seeing whatever was going down between Jeongin and his cock.

Jeongin used that time to get his hand inside Minho’s pants again, pressing against the hot skin, making Minho’s cock twitch instantly.

“Minho, you are such an asshole,” Seungmin mumbled.

Minho’s words caught in his throat. He had no way of defending himself, so he only raised his eyebrows, looking half-surprised, half-daring. He hoped the night wouldn’t end with him and Changbin fistfighting in an alley, but he would take that if it were the only solution.

Minho could feel the strain of his hard, harder than ever, cock against his pants as Jeongin tried to manoeuvre it out of them. The angle was wrong. All Jeongin was managing to do was rub the head against the underwear, making a mess of precum that had Minho red and stuttering his words for the rest of the conversation.

He tried to slap Jeongin’s hand away again, but Jeongin retaliated, putting his mouth against Minho’s cock again, sucking the shape of his tip, lapping his tongue over it, far more daring than before.

Minho gripped the table again, trying to scoot back, away from Jeongin, but instead, he got in the perfect angle for his cock to finally snap out of his underwear and through the opening of his zipper.

His eyes went wide, his eyebrows raising again. He covered his face. Luckily, no one was looking, but everyone heard his muffled whimper when Jeongin stroked his cock upwards once.

“Hyung, you shouldn’t drink anymore,” Hyunjin said, worried.

MInho nodded, but took another shot when he felt Jeongin’s hand wrapping around his tip. He thumbed at his slit, collecting the precum there and rubbing it until it started to froth, making Minho’s thighs quiver as he tried to stay still.

He couldn’t just stand up and run anymore, so the best course of action was to stay still. He would let Jeongin do whatever he wanted until he fell asleep again. Then, carefully tug himself back in and hide in the bathroom.

He bit the inside of his cheeks. Jeongin let out a tiny gasp. Minho made the mistake of looking down just to find Jeongin looking up, annoyed because somehow he had splashed himself with Minho’s precum. A couple of drops fell over his nose and very close to his eye. He was pouting, still gripping Minho’s cock, his thumb sliding down his undervein and coming back up.

He looked on the verge of tears. And Minho couldn’t have Jeongin crying. Not only because it would make everyone look at them, but because he would kill himself before letting Jeongin cry.

So he got his hand under the table, caressing Jeongin’s cheek and rubbing the precum off with his thumb. Jeongin smiled and turned his face to kiss Minho’s fingers before doing the same to the tip of his cock.

“Fuck,” Minho hissed.

Once again, someone realised, this time it was Jisung, who opened his eyes and looked over at him like Minho had called his name. Jisung looked for Jeongin next, surprised he wasn’t next to Minho, and when Minho realised what he was doing, he pointed downwards and made a sleeping gesture.

Jisung made an ‘o’ with his mouth and giggled.

“We should take a picture of sleepy, Inie,” he said.

Almost everyone started to coo and aww at Jisung’s idea. Minho felt like he was going to puke his heart out.

“No!”

Everyone turned towards him. Jeongin pressed his cock against his lips, letting it rest against the corner of his mouth before he opened his lips slightly and slipped the tip inside, immediately lapping at the slit in tiny, very controlled for someone drunk, licks.

“Minho, come on,” Chan said. “You are so possessive.”

Seungmin laughed.

That made Minho’s blood boil.

Seungmin had been nasty during their breakup. You will never love anyone as much as you love your brother, Minho, just admit it. Those words were still engraved in Minho’s brain. What he said after was worse.

Maybe you should try fucking him instead.

Seungmin had apologised after, his head low. He told Minho he had been too jealous, that they brought out the worst in each other, and they should keep apart; being only friends was more than enough.

Minho had nodded, accepted the apology coffee. He hadn’t stopped thinking about those words since, though.

“What?” Minho asked, looking at Seungmin.

But his stern look wobbled when Jeongin got more of his cock inside his mouth, pressing the tip against his cheek. It felt a little too ironic to tell Seungmin off when he had been right.

Minho couldn’t deny that he was harder than ever. He kept wanting to steal glances down his lap to see Jeongin’s cheeks bulging with his cock as he took more and more in. He wanted to grab Jeongin’s head and move it so his cock would go down his throat easier, deeper.

“Nothing,” Seungmin replied. He looked surprised when Minho didn’t ask for more explanations, instead looking down at his empty plate.

Well, he wasn’t looking at his plate.

He was finally looking at Jeongin again. He had been so right; he looked divine. His lips strained around his big brother’s cock, little hums coming out against it, and making Minho have to hold his moans back.

The shape of his cock pressed against Jeongin’s cheek, and Minho couldn’t help pressing his thumb against the bulged skin. Jeongin looked up at him with his glassy eyes and tried to smile around his cock.

“Here, hyung.”

Minho almost jumped up, startled halfway to death by a pair of chopsticks with some spam appearing over his plate.

He looked up again. Changbin was offering it, which made everyone look more than surprised.

Oh.

Minho had an easy reasoning for what the others couldn’t believe: he and Seungmin were already fucking.

Wait, no.

That was too easy.

Changbin wouldn’t look that guilty because of that, right?

No. It had to be worse.

He had been the man.

The one forcefully pushing Jeongin to his knees. The one shoving his cock to the back of his throat, making him gag. A hand on the back of Jeongin’s head, keeping him there, choking on his cock.

Minho’s eyes sharpened, burning holes through Changbin’s skull. Changbin let the meat fall from the chopsticks and moved back.

“Man, you are fucking scary when you drink.”

Changbin hadn’t gone clubbing with Jeongin in ages, though. So had it happened a long time ago? What if it had happened more than once?

Jeongin gagged around his cock. Minho had jutted his hips forward without realising, and Jeongin was the one paying for it. He instinctively looked down and caressed Jeongin’s cheek, wiping away the tears falling down towards his nose, and unintentionally rubbing his own precum there.

Jeongin let go of his cock, panting, but didn’t waste much time before getting it in his mouth again. He sucked his cheeks in, making Minho grind his teeth.

Minho looked down again, his eyes fixating on the way Jeongin’s throat was working to suck him. He couldn’t help moving his hips again. Jeongin moaned, the sound muffled by his cock, and Minho moved again.

And again.

Starting a soft rhythm of him rolling his hips into his little brother’s mouth.

Fuck. He was going to die right there.

He bit his lip, then put his fist in front of his mouth, resting his elbow on the table in hopes that no one would find that suspicious.

He gasped into his fist, an exhaled moan, as he hit the back of Jeongin’s throat, making him gag. Jeongin didn’t move back. He held him there, a hand scratching the fabric of Minho’s jeans, as Jeongin tried to hold his breath and the nausea back.

Minho rolled his hips back, and Jeongin whined in protest, chasing him.

Minho bit his fist.

Someone spoke to him. He nodded.

Jeongin bobbed his head, going faster than Minho’s rhythm.

Someone called his name and offered another shot. Minho nodded, then he shook his head; then nodded again.

Jeongin's tongue wrapped around the underside of his cock. Minho couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel if Jeongin had the tongue piercing that Minho had opposed to him getting a few months ago.

Another pair of chopsticks over his plate. Oh, fuck. Changbin had definitely fucked his brother.

The image flashed in his head, but of course, Changbin was nowhere to be seen.

Jeongin sprawled out on the bed. On his knees, spreading his cheeks apart so Minho could spit in his hole. Push two fingers in, scissor them, see his own cum coming out of it, just to press his cock back in, sliding home, where he should always be.

The only one welcomed there.

He thrust into his brother’s mouth. Jeongin grunted around his cock, sending vibrations down his length and making his balls tighten.

Minho’s lap was covered in spit and precum. Jeongin was being so messy, drooling all over his cock, his saliva making the jeans look darker. The mess was going to be impossible to cover. Minho would have to say he had peed himself.

It was too much. Jeongin’s mouth was too hot, too soft, too forbidden. Minho’s mind was a mess. Each time he looked down, all his thoughts dissolved, and when he closed his eyes, the thoughts of fucking into any of Jeongin’s hot holes possessed him, making him piston his hips in the best way he could in the position they were in. Hearing Jeongin choking on his cock only made it worse.

He grabbed his little brother’s nape, looked at his foxy eyes that had transformed into just tiny slits covered in tears, and fucked into his mouth. Well aware that the movement could easily give them away. If anyone looked for just a second, they would know, but he couldn’t care. He needed it. He needed to fuck Jeongin’s slutty mouth and come down his throat to end the madness that was corroding him as humidity did to metal.

He rolled his hips and shushed Jeongin’s tiny whimpers, his hand a fist around the hem of Minho’s t-shirt.

Jeongin tried to moan his name.

Felix's eyes glared, looking at them. Minho came down Jeongin’s throat the moment he noticed they were being watched.

He shook in his seat as if he was being electrocuted, biting his lip until he felt the skin giving. He convulsed inside his little brother, coating his throat with cum, his mouth in the viscous white. He looked down, ignoring Felix's shocked look, and fixated on the way his cock slipped out of Jeongin’s mouth, dragging the cum over his lips as Jeongin tried to get it back inside, even when he was panting, out of breath after Minho’s thrusts against the back of his throat.

He swallowed, kissed Minho’s cock, got it resting against his lips, and looked up.

Minho looked away, to Felix, and swallowed.

“We should get going,” Felix said.

If he stood up, he would see.

Minho was quick, tugging himself back in and moving Jeongin over his crotch so most of the mess would be covered. It was still too obvious. Felix, who was already suspecting, would still notice.

And once Felix knew, everyone was going to know, too.

“Already?” Chan whined. While Minho hadn’t been paying attention, Chan had gotten drunk off his face too, and he was resting his chin on Jisung’s shoulder.

Changbin hummed. He was the first to get up. He went behind Felix, rubbing his shoulders. He made Felix turn and helped him get up, hugging him close, and unknowingly shielding the brothers.

“I’m going to miss you so much, Lix,” he said, faking a whimper.

“What about me?” Chan asked, getting up too, lifting Jisung with him, who wrapped around him like a koala.

Changbin looked at Chan without letting go of Felix.

“I’m going to miss you so much, Lix,” he repeated.

Felix laughed. Chan hit him.

“Man, don’t let Jisung fall!” Changbin tried to deflect the hit by putting Felix between them. 

Felix tried to look towards Minho and Jeongin, but he was suddenly lifted.

“I got a shield too!”

“Hyung, I’m not a shield!” Felix yelled.

“Seungmin, lift me, we’re fighting too,” Hyunjin said, getting up and urging Seungmin.

“No, we are not,” Seungmin said, squinting, but he got up. “In fact, I think we can both get on Changbin.”

“What?”

Seungmin did climb over Changbin’s back, but Hyunjin resisted the urge, laughing at the picture instead.

“Let’s go home,” Chan said, shaking his head and lifting Jisung, who was sliding down. “Are you two going to be alright, Min?” he asked.

Minho nodded quickly. On edge, but between Hyunjin getting between the others and the table, and Seungmin having made Changbin turn around again so he could climb him, Felix still couldn’t look at them directly.

“I’ll wake Jeongin up in a little while, you can get going. We live in the other direction anyway.”

“Alright, man, see you!” Chan smiled, probably happier than usual because a drunk Jisung meant a Jisung sleeping in his house.

The rest waved goodbye. Felix and Seungmin were still hanging on to Changbin until they reached the restaurant door. Minho felt Felix's eyes stabbing him, but he didn’t get any confirming angles, and he appreciated his hyung enough that the next morning, he would blame the thought on the alcohol.

Minho had been lucky.

Once all of his friends were out, the restaurant seemed deserted, a liminal space. A couple of people were eating a few tables away, but no one was paying attention to the rowdy table now that almost everyone was gone.

Minho looked down. Jeongin had finally fallen asleep, his face looking angelical again except for the cum on his lips.

He took a napkin and tried to clean it, rolling Jeongin’s head to get to the other side of his face. It had gotten red, marked with the jeans design, cum and spit had collected on that side of Jeongin’s lips. Minho swallowed, embarrassed and guilty, and cleaned his little brother.

“In-ah, baby, let’s go home.”

Jeongin batted his eyes open before he tried to get up, more sleepy than drunk.

“Okay, hyung. Are you driving?”

“No, no, we are getting a taxi, I’m drunk.

“Hm,” Jeongin nodded.

They got home pretty quickly for a Friday night.

Once inside, Minho got Jeongin to the bathroom, washing his face for him with the softest of touches, and got him to brush his teeth as he himself got in the shower.

He was quick, efficient, trying not to think about the reason his dick had stuck to his underwear, or how the smell of sex was almost as strong as that of alcohol.

When he got out, Jeongin was sitting on the toilet, legs crossed and eyes shut.

“In-ah, baby, why haven’t you gone to bed?” Minho asked, a hand on Jeongin’s shoulder.

“Was waiting to go with you, hyung,” Jeongin mumbled.

“To bed?”

Jeongin nodded. It had been years since they had shared a bed. Minho swallowed, he should say no.

But again, he had never learnt how to say no to Jeongin. So he held Jeongin’s hand and took him to his room. Jeongin got into his bed like he belonged there. Minho wanted to snap a picture just to remind himself that it was real, but instead, he got in bed too.

“Hyung,” Jeongin mumbled.

“Tell me.” Jeongin moved closer to him, and Minho got an arm around him, hugging him closer.

“You said you are drunk, but you aren’t as drunk as the other night, right?” Jeongin asked. Minho looked at him, confused. “Because your cock was way harder tonight than that night at the toilets.”