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There are moments in life when you stand up, look around, and think: “How did I get myself into this situation?”. Standing in a ball-filled room somewhere inside a football stadium began that exact moment for Jisung.
Four years into their relationship, Minho and Jisung had already explored enough options to know which type of dates were the most enjoyable. Those usually consisted of one out of four options: the first one (and the wildest one, in their own perspective) was going to a concert. The second one was reading in a cafe, which was the most common during their college years. The third and the fourth ones (and arguably their favorites) were staying in to play games or having an anime marathon on their sofa. Yeah, they might improvise sometimes — doing something new and keeping things fresh was always healthy and desirable. But it was never as outside of their comfort zone as the plan they had just agreed to.
Football match.
“Minho doesn’t like balls” was a usual joke, and not only was it funny, but it was also true. On his side, Jisung didn't consider himself a sports connoisseur either, his preferred physical activity was simply working out in the gym. Both of them did, to a certain degree.
Changbin, their closest friend, was quite the opposite. Not only did he attend the gym regularly and found gratification in it, but watching and attending sports matches were the activities he reveled in the most.
It took a lot of begging on Changbin’s part to make Jisung and Minho finally accept the invitation. Changbin’s childhood friend was playing a football match and gave him three tickets for the game. In their friend’s words, it would be something simple — “Jisung, Minho, we just have to watch the match, and hang out with the players a bit after. Maybe we can even have some drinks after!”. It got painted as attending a simple, low-scale game.
Not until Changbin drove to the stadium did they realize it was not. The team that was playing was not other than the National Football Team. The man dared to laugh at Minho and Jisung's reactions, simply putting devil horns headbands on their heads and guiding them to the VIP gates.
The goalkeeper of the national team, also known as “Changbin’s childhood friend”, had previously given him special tickets. Fortunately enough, their seats were in a special area, apart from the big majority of the crowd. However, as soon as Changbin left for the toilet, they found themselves in an awkwardly-sitting-between-football-fans situation.
Jisung fidgeted nervously, muttering his words. "We don't even have shirts. I feel so out of place".
"Baby, don't worry." Minho rubbed circles on his back, knowing his boyfriend didn't like too many public displays of affection. "I can go get some shirts outside and come back again…"
"I have an extra one. Maybe even two. Let me go grab them!"
When they turned back to find the owner of the voice, they got stunned. A very attractive man was standing right beside them, with long hair tucked into a ponytail and an adorable beauty mark under his eye. Minho and Jisung were rendered speechless, not being able to let out a single word before the boy was gone again, quickly skipping downstairs and out of sight.
An advantage of having dated for four years was that there were no words needed. A single look said it all: yes, that man is absolutely gorgeous. The unexpected stranger was easily one of the most attractive people they had ever seen. The red shirt — even if it was the one thousands of people were wearing around them — seemed to be made just for him, fitting him perfectly and highlighting all of his features.
In a flash, he was already dashing back with some shirts in his hand. The number 9 alongside the surname Hwang was displayed on the back. "I hope the size fits!"
"Thank you…" Jisung’s sentence ended in uncertainty, as he had no knowledge of who this man was. Minho simply bowed on his side.
"It's Hyunjin."
"Thank you Hyunjin. Can I have your phone number so I can contact you to return them?"
Right at that moment, Hyunjin’s phone started ringing. In a hurry, he waved goodbye and left, letting all questions unanswered — both the spoken and unspoken ones. The man was fast, and the couple had no idea how to find the attractive stranger again. For the remaining time before the match, they kept an eye around. Silently, both of them hoped for Hyunjin to come back at some point.
But soon the match started. And shockingly, that was the moment when they found him.
On the field. Number 9, Hwang Hyunjin.
The couple knew barely anything about football and kept asking Changbin even the most minor questions ("hey, Hyung, which side do they have to kick the ball to?") — even in the lack of knowledge, they could recognize how mesmerizing Hyunjin skills were. Observing him and how the crowd went wild whenever he was mentioned, it was a given that he was talented and a fan's favorite.
When he scored a goal, sounds of celebration erupted in the stadium. Effortlessly so, Hyunjin celebrated alongside them, looking like a prince that had come out from a painting. Speculations ran through Jisung’s mind: How did the boy manage to look that good after running for so long? Why did the simple act of pushing his sweaty hair back get both Jisung and Minho to sigh dreamily?
However, other things left him wondering, igniting his anxiety. Why did he give us the shirts? They were his, right? Knowing he was a star player, the price of what they were wearing was more than they could afford, and the pressure to keep them clean and return them as soon as possible grew. Why did he trust two strangers like that? Was this… how sportsmen flirt?
The match ended successfully. The team's victory brought cheers and celebration to the crowd — Changbin included, who screamed alongside the fans and took pictures with his phone.
"Do you think Hyunjin will try to find us here?" In the middle of the commotion, Minho had to whisper-shout to get Jisung to hear. "He knows we are here."
"I hope so." The expression on Minho’s face was one Jisung could recognize easily, the interest painting his features.
Changbin suddenly appeared, startling the couple. His friend's energy was at an all-time high. "Let's go to the dressing room, please! I’ll introduce you to my friend."
In hopes of finding information about Hyunjin there, the couple tagged along. Finding their way across the hallways, the three of them arrived at the door, which was already open and filled with a lively spirit.
The room was spacious, with plenty of players already there, some of them shirtless. Their red uniform shirts were hanging in their respective space, organized based on the numbers.
The goalkeeper immediately noticed them at the door, inviting them in. As soon as he saw Changbin, his expression brightened with renewed and bigger excitement. The connection they shared was extremely noticeable, as the two immersed themselves in conversation ignoring the rest of the world. Which, as a consequence, left the couple once again just awkwardly standing there.
"Pretty boys." Jisung felt a poke in his shoulder and turned to find Hyunjin behind him. “I’m happy to see you two again.”
The boy tried to reply, but even if his mouth opened, no words came out. Pet names flustered him too easily.
Minho, knowing his boyfriend all too well, decided to take control of the conversation. "We were looking for you, actually. Also, congrats!"
The compliment planted a big smile on the player’s face. It was so bright Jisung melted further — pet names and pretty boys flustered him too easily.
"Oh, yeah?" With a hand over Jisung's shoulder, he guided the couple to the corner of the room. "Is it because of the shirts?"
"We felt bad for not bringing our own." The youngest finally collected himself enough to reply to Hyunjin. The man was all his weakness personified, in the best way. "And we wanted to give you a proper thanks. And give you back the shirts once they’ve been washed. And…”
The player giggled, stopping Jisung from his rambling. “Chill, it’s no biggie!”
“These shirts must be worth a fortune. You’re the… star player?” Doubt was laced in Minho's words. Oh, their lack of knowledge was definitely showing.
“Well, I don’t know about that.” Even if the player's cheeks got tainted red, the confidence he carried didn't falter. “You’re some strange pretty boys. You’re here, but I can tell you know nothing about football.”
Before Jisung could finish voicing an apology, the player stopped him by playfully hitting him in the shoulder. “Dude. Don’t sweat it!”
Stereotyping was bad, but wasn’t that so painfully straight? Maybe the signs they were reading were all wrong. Gaydar… broken?
“We got here with Changbin, our friend.” Minho pointed at him. The man was not paying attention at all, engrossed in his conversation. “But this is not our usual space, I guess. I dance, Jisung makes music…”
“We are gay!” Jisung blurted out.
The three of them got speechless, silence sitting heavy for some seconds.
Until Hyunjin started laughing, hand on his stomach. “Well, good thing that I am gay too.”
Gaydar works!
“Is giving us the shirts gay solidarity then?” Once Jisung started feeling confident, nothing would be able to stop him from flirting. Minho just found his “seductive gaze” silly.
“It’s gay solidarity if I can take them off for you.” Hyunjin’s confidence wore down after a second, laughing to himself. “That was so bad.”
Minho got closer, making sure none of the other players heard his next words. “It’s okay, you make it up by being attractive. We are interested.”
Hyunjin felt grateful that the couple was direct, because the explicit confirmation was all he needed. Without anyone noticing, he swiftly got both men out of the dressing room and into the hallways. He knew the paths and the hidden spaces as if it was his own home — guiding them easily through turns and doors, they arrived at an unlocked one.
Once the door opened, the couple found in front of them what seemed to be a slightly abandoned storage room, filled with equipment for the teams.
That was the moment of realization. The moment when Jisung looked around, saw too many balls and noticed how utterly strange that was.
They were really about to fuck a football player in a room filled with what Minho hated the most.
However, another look at Hyunjin confirmed that it wasn’t actually that odd. Desire bloomed inside both of them, as they found someone who was exactly their type. In the strange fluorescent light from the room, the athlete’s features were very clear. His hair was down now, dark locks almost reaching his shoulders. Beads of sweat still adorned his forehead. His eyebrows looked perfect, and his plump lips looked…
Hyunjin looked like a sin. The man had layers, and all of them combined perfectly: he was pretty, like a prince from a fairytale. He was strong, noticeable at the sight of his defined muscles exposed under his uniform. He was like a model, with long legs and perfect hair that shone even after running for hours. Somehow, he made it work.
The last layer was the one that was drawing them in — he was flirty, inviting, and looked at them with a darkening gaze filled with the same hunger they felt.
“Can I kiss you?” Hyunjin’s question was quite timid, but Jisung replied with confidence and locked their lips together.
From the side, Minho observed. He knew his boyfriend well — when it came to the youngest’s type, Hyunjin was right up his alley. He found the player attractive too, but Jisung approached it differently: he was quick and intense, rushing into the action, and deepening the kiss unhesitantly. His hands reached for Hyunjin’s waist, bringing him closer until the kiss looked less like a kiss and more like making out. For Minho, the view was more than he craved.
With an arm around Jisung, Hyunjin reached for the eldest and brought him closer. Their bodies made space for Minho, who found his way into the athlete’s lips. If he had previously imagined watching was all he needed, a single peck was enough to realize he now craved way more — Hyunjin’s flavor was a mix of sweat and honey, and Minho suspected it was caused by Jisung’s honey lip balm that had been smeared on his lips. Even if that was not the case, the only fact he was certain about is that he couldn’t get enough of that taste.
Impatiently, Jisung dedicated himself to planting neck kisses on his boyfriend while Hyunjin kissed him. His hands slowly found their way across Minho’s body, softly caressing the skin under the lent shirt. The athlete’s hands also joined, mainly petting the eldest’s hair. It was soft, just like the kiss — while the pace with Jisung was fast and fiery, with Minho it was deep and slow, not leaving any part untasted.
While the three of them were indulging in the situation, the need for more started to become too strong to ignore it. The continuous stream of moans from Minho became the main reason to put a stop: as Jisung’s hands went lower, the attention that was solely on him started to become harder to handle.
The player planted one more kiss before pulling away. “Get comfy while I go get what we need.”
Looking around, it was clear that the room was not the ideal environment: apart from a clear lack of regular cleaning, it was filled with out-of-place equipment. The couple decided the best choice was to use the sturdy table on the side of the room. There were balls over it, yet they were easily thrown on the floor, rolling to different corners — the noise made both of them giggle while they tried to sweep the dust off.
Once it looked neat, Jisung lifted his boyfriend and sat him on the table. His legs dangled from it and were used to pull the youngest closer and kiss him deeply. Worked up from the situation, the touches were not tame. Their hands explored each other’s bodies with trust built from a years-long relationship, to the point there were no words needed to recognize the rising arousal.
“What a nice view.” Consumed in their own world, neither of the men had realized Hyunjin’s return. With the uniform shorts he was wearing, it was easy to notice his hard-on, and for him to slip his hand inside and stroke himself. “I think it’d be nicer if you gave the shirts back now.”
Jisung smirked, immediately understanding the sign. Making a show out of it, he lifted Minho’s arms and took off the shirt. Unconsciously, he looked out for Hyunjin’s reaction: Minho was hot, Jisung was showing him off, and the player’s cock twitching inside the sports shorts was a reception that both men found pride in. To further flaunt Minho’s body, his boyfriend used one finger to trace a line from his Adam’s apple that stopped right over his pubic hair.
“Let me help you, sweetie.” Hyunjin got closer, taking the first shirt and discarding it. The one on Jisung got rid of right after.
Unintentionally so, the moment Hyunjin went over the youngest’s nipples, Jisung moaned. Embarrassment washed over him, and he rushed to apologize only to be met with a kiss planted on his lips. “You’re cute, Jisung. Don’t hold back.”
“Hyunjin…” Jisung gasped in pleasure, as the athlete kept caressing his chest. “It feels good.”
“Such pretty noises from a pretty boy.” Hyunjin lowered himself to lick and nibble on the man’s nipples, teasingly. “We need to pay attention to the sweet boy over there, too.”
They turned around to find Minho openly palming himself under his pants, enjoying the show from his seat over the table: he devoured the view, both men now sweaty and undone. And Hyunjin and Jisung were starving for Minho as well, who looked like a demon luring them in — the devil-horned headband was messy on top of his head, probably about to fall. The temptation was too much to bear.
“Lay down on top of it, sweet bun.” Jisung guided his boyfriend, getting him out of his pants and leading him to the right place. “Lube, please?”
From what he had gone to retrieve earlier, Hyunjin passed him a bottle of lube and a few condoms. “Can I fuck your mouth, sweet boy?”
“Yes. Yes, please.” Minho blushed as Hyunjin took the headband off and sweetly petted his hair. Gently, he positioned the man closer to the edge of the table.
The youngest climbed over the table and kneeled in the middle of his boyfriend’s open legs. Firstly, he slid a condom on Minho and himself — and watched as Hyunjin did the same. The sight was admittedly hot: apparently, everything about the player was perfect, from his skills to his cock. Minho hoped his cock’s skills were at par as well.
The eldest’s thoughts started to become messier as Jisung began prepping him. Scrambled, horny-fueled ideas ran through his mind and became more hectic as he watched Hyunjin take off his shirt. The player kicked it away and it ironically fell on top of a ball, which had Minho giggling between his moans. (Balls were surrounding him, literally).
Hyunjin waited until Jisung was already three fingers in to slide inside Minho’s mouth. It started gently, letting the elder lead the pace. The man left teasing licks and planted open-mouth wet kisses on his dick, getting used to the flavor on his tongue.
"You taste nice." Minho accentuated his statement with a long lick from the base of his cock. "Your cock feels so good."
“Then prove it, baby.”
Minho’s head was hanging from the table, which made bobbing his head around the cock more difficult than usual. However, the man sucked and licked around Hyunjin’s cock as he had been deprived of it for years. The player was appetizing and felt like a mouth-watering snack — with the amount of drool that was falling from the corner of the eldest’s lips, it was clear that the dick was a tempting treat. One he would make any effort to take more of, even hanging upside down.
From the other side of the table, Jisung positioned himself and slid inside Minho. In opposition to Hyunjin’s gentle demeanor and careful approach, his boyfriend thrust in one go, fueled by his intense eagerness.
To thrust in deeper, Jisung found leverage by holding Minho's waist. Jokingly being called out as having a fixation before, the youngest always found his hands traveling over his boyfriend’s stomach — feeling his strong core, wrapping his hands around his waist, planting hickeys that were still faintly visible.
The visual was enough to turn Jisung on, but added to the feeling of Minho’s heat around him, it became intoxicating. Unconsciously, he threw his head back, mouth open and panting as he thrust deeper each time. From the place in front, Hyunjin savored the sight. Without realizing it, his dick started getting deeper than before, but the lying boy didn’t seem to struggle to accommodate the length. On the contrary, the humming that vibrated around Hyujin’s dick emphasized Minho’s delight in being filled further.
"He's good at deepthroating, actually. He loves it." Jisung mentioned it nonchalantly, but Hyunjin found the fact so hot he would get harder if he wasn’t already the hardest he could possibly be.
Reading it as an encouragement, the player decided to take the lead and fuck into Minho’s mouth. He had been wary — it seemed like Minho hadn’t been able to breathe properly for a long time, but his cock-sucking skills were out of this world. His face had turned red, but there was no problem in getting used to the pace: the faster and deeper Hyunjin went, the more Minho moaned around the dick. He even managed to let out some affirmative noises: muffled attempts at saying “yes, I love it!”, backing up Jisung’s statement.
The athlete grabbed Minho's attention-deprived cock, stroking it softly. The reaction was immediate. "I like deepthroating, too."
"You should go for it." Taking advantage of Minho’s dancer flexibility, Jisung pushed his boyfriend’s hips higher, folding him further so Hyunjin could have better access to his dick. "Your lips would look so good across a cock, beauty."
Even if he had previously acted very confidently, the sentence affected Hyunjin in a different way than he was used to: suddenly blushing and letting out a small giggle, the man was not the best at accepting filthy compliments. Giving pet names was easy, but receiving them left him in a speechless muddle. With no other words, the player simply bent down and reached Minho's dick, taking it into his mouth.
The eldest found himself completely filled — Jisung buried himself deep inside his ass, and his cock was wrapped by Hyunjin's lips. Insatiable as ever, Minho used his hands to reach over and pull the athlete further inside his mouth. Not only did being filled to the brim aroused him, but the defined muscles he found under his touch when he grabbed Hyunjin’s thighs enthralled him. His thoughts were too over the place to be able to formulate any other coherent sentence over a never-ending chant of “he’s so hot, he’s so hot.”
It also made him feel out of control of his body, not registering his hips bucking up and continuing thrusting into Hyunjin’s mouth. His tongue worked skillfully around Minho’s dick, focusing on the tip. The eldest selfishly craved for more, grabbing onto the player and keeping him bent down and on his cock. What he found was smooth skin and defined muscles on his back, and a small waist to wrap his hands around. Suddenly, he understood Jisung’s fixation — he wanted to grab the man and leave marks over his body, especially around his waist.
Jisung lifted Minho’s hips even higher, getting him closer to Hyunjin. He petted the player’s hair gently and pushed him forward, giving him plenty of time to refuse. Finding no resistance, he started guiding his head in and out of his boyfriend’s cock. It was delightful to watch, and pleasurable to experience: if not for the moans coming out of Minho, the pleasure-induced noises Hyunjin was letting out was enough proof of it.
As much as Hyunjin loved giving blowjobs, he was quick to recognize his own upcoming orgasm. His thrusts started getting sloppier, and the salty taste inside his mouth was a sign that Minho’s climax was near as well. He signaled Jisung to let him pull out, and instead, took the eldest’s cock inside his hand. Although the noises were muffled and intelligible, after a few quick strokes it was clear that Minho was telling them he was about to cum.
"Yes, bun, cum for us." Jisung groaned, feeling his boyfriend clench around his cock. He looked at Hyunjin and noticed on his face that the man wanted to as well. “You too, beauty.”
It was a different kind of feeling for Hyunjin. Being called a beauty, and being told to cum… It made him spill inside the condom just then, gasping in pleasure. His other hand continued stroking Minho's cock, until the man came.
The noises were obscene, and Hyunjin loved every second of it. So did Jisung, who loved to listen and see the two pretty men worn by pleasure, struggling to catch their breath. Minho panted heavily over the table, trying to catch his breath and come down from his high. Hyunjin had his head turned back and his mouth opened, his eyes closed in bliss.
The sight, the noises, the sensation of being inside Minho: his orgasm hit him strongly, easily one of the best he had had.
Not long after (and not surprisingly coming from Minho), he heard his boyfriend's giggles. The man sat down on the table and brought Hyunjin into a short kiss. “That was so good. You’re so hot.”
The man seemed surprised by the laughter, but joined soon after. “If my football skills brought me to the national team, you should be in the cock-sucking national team too. We would be world winners.”
The couple laughed. “I guess it takes a natural to recognize a natural.”
“You’re truly a red devil, Jinnie. I don’t think football is the only thing that makes you one.” Jisung responded, clinging from Minho’s back to reach Hyunjin and putting his own headband over the player’s head. “Then… Are you ready for the second half of the game?”