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“happy birthday, ricky!”
the words hit ricky’s ears from every direction as his friends crowd around him, each one eager to scream their congratulations when the clock hits twelve at midnight. he’s jostled from both sides with hearty pats on the back, ducking his head to avoid being squished in the cheek or attacked with an overly aggressive hair ruffle but still unable to hide the huge grin blossoming on his face.
the room is so dim that he can barely make out who’s right in front of him—that’s zhanghao screaming as yujin unleashes an explosion of confetti right in his face, and matthew blowing a party popper into hanbin’s ear—but ricky still can’t find the one person he’s looking for.
then like an angel sent from above, gyuvin’s face appears out of the darkness, features illuminated by the flames dancing around on top of ricky’s cake (definitely a fire hazard) which sits in his arms. as if drawn apart by a magical force, everyone moves out of the way as gyuvin makes his slow descent down to the table, wobbling slightly with the effort of carrying the overly extravagant cake that ricky had specifically requested not to have and that gyuvin definitely ordered anyway.
“start singing,” someone yells, and they immediately burst into the worst rendition of the birthday song that ricky’s ever heard in his life, taerae’s over the top falsetto clashing with jiwoong’s operatic bass voice. ricky’s already not looking forward to the multiple neighbor complaints he’ll have to deal with tomorrow, thanks to the paper-thin walls in the shitty apartment he and gyuvin scrambled to find after their last lease fell through.
the singing speeds up considerably as everyone notices how much smoke is starting to billow from the candles, and gyuvin quickly shoves the cake into ricky’s face, narrowly avoiding setting ricky’s blonde locks on fire. “happy birthday,” he whispers amidst the chaos, and smiles in such a heartbreakingly tender way when ricky locks gazes with him, the corners of his eyes crinkling into endearingly puffy crescents. “make a wish.”
ricky lets himself linger for another moment on gyuvin’s face before he leans in, eyelashes fluttering together as he closes his eyes and lets the feeling of longing wash over him, then releases it in one quick breath. the room immediately goes dark again, not a single flame spared, and there’s only a millisecond of silence before someone turns the lights back on and the cheers erupt.
when ricky opens his eyes again, gyuvin is still grinning at him, so pure and open about his affection that it makes ricky’s heart hurt. gyuvin opens his mouth, about to say something, but is immediately interrupted by a hand flying towards ricky’s face.
ricky blinks, startled, at the sensation of cool cream suddenly smeared across his cheek as gunwook cackles from his left, incriminated by the leftover frosting still stuck on his thumb. then the room bursts into an all out warzone, zhanghao and jiwoong struggling to hold a thrashing ricky down as a flurry of fingers and frosting attack his face. in the end, ricky is completely defeated, bits of cream clinging to his nose, cheeks, and even the front portion of his bangs, and taerae laughs so hard that he nearly collapses onto the table.
ricky can’t help but huff out a laugh himself as hanbin hands him a napkin to wipe up the mess on his face, unusually giddy just from spending time with his closest friends. “you missed some here,” gyuvin says, leaning in to brush his thumb over the edge of ricky’s bottom lip, and winks as he brings the bit of frosting to his own lips and sucks it off. suddenly ricky’s stomach feels like it’s caught in his throat.
they finish the night by actually eating the cake and opening presents, ranging from stupid gag gifts to sincerely thoughtful items, although for some he’s not quite sure where the line is drawn. (jiwoong actually looks genuinely pleased about the furry purple unicorn diary ricky now owns.) one by one ricky’s friends return to their own homes, each repeating happy birthday at least five more times and assaulting ricky with hugs or punches before it’s finally just him and gyuvin left.
they pick at the mess left around their apartment for about five minutes before quickly coming to the agreement that they’ll just deal with it in the morning, or more accurately the afternoon when they wake up. ricky is just about to turn off the light in his room and pass out in his bed when gyuvin suddenly appears in the doorway, heading straight for ricky to wrap his long limbs around the blonde and nuzzle aggressively into his hair.
“happy birthday, ricky,” gyuvin murmurs into the crook of ricky’s neck, lips brushing across his skin with each syllable, “i love you, my bro.”
ricky swallows the lump in his throat, disappointed with himself for wanting to hear an endearment coming from gyuvin instead of bro or dude. “thanks, gyuvin,” he mumbles, and pretends he doesn’t feel it when gyuvin presses a quick kiss to the top of his head before shuffling away to his own room.
left alone in the darkness, ricky thinks back to when he made his birthday wish and snorts at his own delusional thinking. some stupid candles aren’t going to change the fact that he’s been pining over his best friend for the past two years now and hating every second of it, or the fact that said best friend is straighter than a ruler. a ruler that would win first place in a straightest ruler competition.
whatever. ricky should have wished that he’d get over gyuvin instead of wishing for some absurd world in which gyuvin wanted him back, but it doesn’t matter anyway. he pulls his blanket over his head and tries to think about anything else instead, but gyuvin had taken a nap in his bed earlier and his scent still lingers on ricky’s pillow. ricky has to pull out his lavender oil spray to practically douse his sheets with it, and almost any other time he would be breathing in gyuvin’s cottony smell for as long as possible but tonight is just not the night.
the lavender does its work and chases ricky into sleep right away, and maybe some decider of fortune out there really does take pity on him, because just this once, the universe spares him from any dreams of tall lanky boys with goofy smiles and too big hands. only dark silence greets ricky, and he’s all too happy to embrace it.
ricky wakes up almost eleven hours later with a pounding in his head and a strangely numb feeling between his legs, although the headache is quickly proving to be the more concerning of the two. he lets out a low moan, rubbing at his forehead as he tries to pinpoint the source of his pain, and comes up with nothing.
there hadn’t been much alcohol at his party last night, and although ricky had sipped his fair share of the various drinks that did end up getting passed around, it had barely been enough for anything more than a pleasant buzz that ran a light warmth throughout his system. it certainly didn’t warrant the hangover-like jackhammering that was currently hacking into his skull.
water, ricky thinks, sticking his hand out over his nightstand to fish for his phone, and ends up dunking his fingers straight into something cold and wet.
ricky snatches his arm away, frowning at the droplets of water that splatter all over his sheets as he struggles to sit up straight. he definitely didn’t get smashed yesterday if he remembered to bring a glass of water with him to bed. that quickly proves not to be the case, as he squints at the stupid kermit the frog mug—gyuvin’s favorite mug—sitting on his nightstand, with a small note attached to the side of it.
kim ricky don’t die of dehydration, it says, in barely legible letters.
ricky snorts but reaches for the water anyway and chugs it down, wincing when his temples throb harder at the movement and wondering again why his entire body felt so weird. were these really the effects of aging one more year?
the water making its way through ricky’s system reminds him of the dull ache in his bladder, a sign to get up and go to the bathroom. ricky shakes his head, then starts shuffling out of bed, throwing his blanket across his knees. his lower half twists with the motion and he pauses, suddenly realizing that he feels strangely light in the crotch area.
he repeats the movement, confirming his first thought. something was seriously off.
panic starting to rise in his throat, ricky hooks both thumbs into the waistband of his sweats and hurriedly yanks them down along with his boxers, only to gape in silence at the phenomenon between his legs.
what the fuck.
instead of his usual dick and balls, there’s a pretty pink cunt sitting at the intersection between his thighs, something ricky hasn’t seen since high school when he realized that female anatomy did nothing for him and that he was in fact very gay. he blinks a couple more times at his crotch, then pulls his pants back up and then down again, just to double check.
yup. that was a pussy alright.
“what the fuck,” ricky groans out loud, unable to process what he’s seeing. he tries to remember if paying an ebay witch to curse him with swapped genitalia had been one of the weirder gifts one of his friends had surprised him with last night.
then another thought pops up in ricky’s head and his hands immediately fly to his nipples, groping around his own chest only to discover that it’s still as flat as before. he stumbles out of bed, clumsily stripping off his clothes as he does so, and steps in front of his full-length mirror to do a thorough check as he slowly spins himself around, eyeing each part of his body. other than the cunt in between ricky’s legs still staring back at him through his reflection, everything else is perfectly normal.
ricky takes a slow moment to collect himself. okay. so this isn’t some weird genderbending universe. he’s still a man, he’s still himself, just…..with a pussy.
that conclusion is not any more reassuring.
“RIHHHH-CKY,” gyuvin’s voice sounds from the other side of their tiny apartment, and ricky jolts, startled out of his own thoughts, “I MADE BREAKFAST. COME EAT.”
“hold on,” ricky yells back, hastily pulling his clothes back on and hiding his crotch away from the world. at very least that part of him is supposed to be covered on a daily basis. it’s not like he has to go around with his brand new pussy hanging out for everyone to see. with that thought giving him the tiniest bit more consolation, ricky steps out of his room and starts making his way down the hall, only to remember that he really needs to go to the bathroom.
gyuvin and ricky don’t really close the door anymore whenever they’re just taking a piss, a nasty habit that had started from gyuvin’s insistence that there wasn’t anything to hide between them anyway. ricky hovers in front of the toilet bowl, hands already on the waistband of his pants before he realizes that he’s not going to be able to pee standing up without any means to aim his stream.
ricky backtracks, closing the door shut for good measure, then gingerly lowers himself down onto the toilet seat after putting it back down. he shifts uncomfortably on his butt, pee anxiety suddenly hitting him with how overly aware he feels about the change in his private parts, and ends up just staring down into his pussy instead of relieving himself like he was supposed to.
it’s been a long while since ricky saw a cunt, much less this up close, but he can still make out each part of it. his clit is sitting right there, peeking out a bit from under the hood, with soft folds cradling it from each side. somewhere further down there is his vaginal opening.
as he keeps staring at his crotch, ricky is suddenly struck with the thought that his pussy isn’t just there for show, he can feel himself down there too. or at least he should be able to, if all of this is real. very slowly and hesitantly, ricky’s hand creeps between his legs, fingers trembling as they get closer to the cunt that’s replaced his cock, almost touching it, so close—
suddenly the doorknob jangles violently, rattling the whole entrance before the door slams open. “hey, we’re out of—oh,” gyuvin stops yelling as he spots ricky seated on the toilet, frantically scrambling to throw his arms over his crotch area. gyuvin blinks at him a couple of times before snickering. “dude, i didn’t know you were taking a shit. you should have just locked the door.”
“i’m not,” ricky hisses, cheeks going red with alarm and mortification, and presses his thighs closer together, squeezing his fingers into the skin on his knees.
gyuvin’s eyebrows slowly furrow together as he just looks at ricky for a long moment. “o…...kay. since when did you start sitting down when you pee?”
“none of your business,” ricky snarls, “now get the fuck out.”
gyuvin gives him a funny look but doesn’t keep pressing the matter, just informs ricky that they don’t have any more butter in the fridge, as if running out of butter was going to make ricky fall into the toilet bowl and sink and drown or something and gyuvin needed to warn him about it right away at that very moment. gyuvin leaves the bathroom door open behind him when he goes back to the kitchen, which has ricky peeing in record time so he can get his pants back up as soon as possible, barely paying attention to what it feels like when he quickly wipes down there.
when ricky makes his way into the kitchen, gyuvin is waiting for him at the table with a big grin on his face and a giant plate stacked full of……things. “what is that,” ricky grunts, squinting at the jumbled mess on the dish that he assumes is for him.
“all of your favorite foods,” gyuvin explains excitedly, and starts pointing and naming each one of the food items. “these are sushi rolls, fried chicken wings with the honey spice sauce that you like, pizza—oh, i bought this from that one really good place we pass by every time we go to that one bar, what was its name, uhh—”
ricky more or less tunes out as gyuvin keeps chattering away, focusing his attention once again as gyuvin finishes. “—and a strawberry milkshake,” gyuvin says, holding out a large plastic cup filled with the frothy pink goodness, then tips the drink back to peer at it. “well, more like strawberry milk. you took a lot longer to wake up than i thought you would.”
“thanks, gyu,” ricky says, heart swelling a little when he sees how much effort his best friend has put in for him on his special day, albeit maybe a bit too much effort. “you know i can’t finish this all in one sitting though, right.”
“yeah, i was kind of banking on the leftovers feeding me for like another couple days,” gyuvin says, sheepishly scratching at the back of his head. “i spent a lot on your gift, you know.”
ricky snorts, pulling back a chair and settling into his seat and reaching over to grab the slice of pizza precariously balanced on top of all the other food items piled together. “what, the plastic diamond ring?” the tacky pink trinket is still sitting on his left fourth finger from when gyuvin slipped it on last night.
“nope,” gyuvin says, unable to contain his smile anymore as he pulls out two pieces of paper from underneath him, the printed words on them slightly crumpled from being squashed by his butt but still clearly legible. “we’re going to los angeles, baby.”
ricky’s jaw drops as he stares at the plane tickets, then at gyuvin, then back at the tickets. “you know, you didn’t have to—”
“yeah, yeah,” gyuvin interrupts, “you could have bought like a million of these yourself, i know, and then i could actually pay rent on time. it’s your birthday, though. i wanted to do something special for you. besides,” he adds, grinning at ricky, “we haven’t gone on a trip together since that camping disaster in the woods back in eleventh grade. i think it’s about time we did a besties vacation.”
ricky clicks his mouth shut, then licks his lips. “when,” he finally asks.
“tomorrow morning,” gyuvin sing-songs, “better start packing your bags.”
having forgotten about his genitals situation for the past ten minutes, ricky is suddenly acutely aware of the fact that his dick is gone and a pussy is there in its place, which is going to be incredibly difficult to deal with if he’s going to be sharing a hotel room with gyuvin for the foreseeable future.
but there’s no way gyuvin spends enough staring at his crotch to realize if there’s mysteriously no bulge there, right? straight men don’t do that. straight men don’t think about other men’s dicks. as long as ricky can avoid being naked around gyuvin, then there shouldn’t be a problem.
and besides, who knows if ricky will still have a pussy by tomorrow. maybe this was all one big joke or a glitch in the matrix and by the time he wakes up the next morning, his beloved dick with be back where it belongs, and ricky won’t have to stress out about it anymore.
there’s nothing to be worried about, ricky tells himself as he musters up a smile for gyuvin, taking a bite out of his pizza, everything will be fine.
everything is not fine.
ricky wakes up with a pussy again, dick and balls still nowhere to be found, but he doesn’t even have time to be worrying about it because he’s scrambling to get his bags together and shoved into the back of a cab that drives him and gyuvin to the airport bright and early at four in the morning, except it’s not bright because it’s still pitch fucking black outside.
after making it through check-in and security, their flight gets delayed another hour, which leaves ricky plenty of time to sit in the waiting area of their gate and google absurd searches such as “what do i do if my penis has been replaced by a vagina” and “i’m a man but i have a pussy”—none of which yield any helpful results, just a bunch of sketchy porn links and various fanfictions for fandoms that ricky thinks should be illegal to write for.
he worries about gyuvin suddenly popping up out of nowhere and demanding to know exactly why ricky is typing in these questions, but gyuvin had conked out the moment they sat themselves down and remained blissfully asleep with his head in ricky’s lap the entire time up until boarding. ricky would complain about the small stain of drool that gyuvin had left on his expensive jeans if he weren’t grateful that he wasn’t awake to snoop around ricky’s phone.
during the flight, ricky discovers a few advantages to no longer having a dick, none of which actually make up for the fact that he no longer has a dick, but at very least there’s no ache in his balls from sitting in one position for too long and he can cross his legs as he pleases. he can see that gyuvin, on the other hand, is experiencing telltale signs of soreness in his crotch after a few hours, such as shifting uncomfortably in his seat or bouncing his legs up and down.
by the time they land, it’s just past two in the afternoon, the southern california sun blazing overhead reminding them that they have plenty of the day left to explore the city. ricky and gyuvin drop their bags off at the hotel to be taken up to their room, then head straight downtown.
ricky’s been to los angeles multiple times—he’s lived there for a good chunk of his life—but this is gyuvin’s first time in the city, so ricky makes sure to take him around to all of his favorite spots. they stop for a late lunch at the grand central market, wander around a local art gallery, then end up at santa monica to roam the pier and watch the sunset on the beach. gyuvin is so delighted the entire time, which means that ricky is too, until they’re people watching on the sand and gyuvin points out a couple of girls in skimpy bikinis tanning nearby.
“girls in the states are hot,” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows at ricky, and the lemonade that they’re sharing is suddenly far too sour for ricky’s liking. he stops sipping at it and hands it back to gyuvin, who immediately has his mouth right over where ricky’s lips just left the rim.
“sure,” ricky says, and he’s really not trying to be weird but looking at the girls in their two piece swimsuits, specifically the lower piece, is reminding him again that he now also has a pussy. would he also look like that in a bikini? would gyuvin like it if he wore a bikini?
what the fuck, ricky thinks, appalled at his own train of thought, and has to look away after realizing far too late that he’s been staring long past the socially appropriate time period, which for guys ogling girls should be about half a second. long enough for gyuvin to catch on, shit-eating grin on his face as he tries to get ricky’s attention. ricky purposely ignores him.
“bet you get tons of chicks whenever you come back here,” gyuvin says, although this time he’s mostly serious, joking lilt to his voice barely there when he turns his head to look expectantly at ricky.
that’s not exactly true, but it’s not exactly wrong either. when ricky lived in america up until his first year in high school, he was too young and also too preoccupied with getting the top grades in his class (per his demanding parents’ request) to think much about the opposite gender and dating and sex and whatnot. by the time he revisited the states a few years later, he had already realized that he was gay, so women were out of the question.
ricky did, however, have a slutty era during the summer after his freshman year in college, the summer he realized that he had feelings for his straight best friend of three years. he spent two months back in his second home of los angeles for an internship and ended up trying to drown the cursed feelings by getting involved in the gay scene and fucking any hot man he could get his hands on, although clearly none of them were hot enough to help him get over gyuvin. ricky prays that they don’t run into one of his past hookups during their vacation, although the city is big enough that the odds are nearly impossible.
“i don’t try,” ricky says with a shrug, which is the truth, but gyuvin just takes it as cockiness and punches him in the arm, grinning.
when the last sliver of sun dips below the horizon and darkness quickly starts to settle over the beach, only the pier lights still flashing bright against the black of the sky, ricky and gyuvin make their way back to the hotel. ricky had remembered to bring his california driver’s license with him, so the car they’ve rented is waiting for them in the parking lot, which takes way too long to navigate around. gyuvin gets the aux while ricky is behind the wheel, despite ricky’s complaints that the driver is supposed to be in charge of the music, but in the end he doesn’t mind screaming along to katy perry’s teenage dream as they weave in and out of the horrid los angeles traffic, windows rolled all the way down and the salty breeze fucking up both of their hairstyles.
it’s past midnight when they finally stumble into their hotel room so ricky lets gyuvin shower first, since gyuvin tends to be in and out of the bathroom within ten minutes whereas ricky is very tedious about his bathing routine, turning down gyuvin’s insistent offer that they shower together. not only does ricky not want to explain why he now has a pussy instead of a dick by getting naked with gyuvin, but the bit of alone time also gives him a moment to assess the room situation and gather his thoughts.
just as ricky suspected, they’re sharing a room and also the bed, one full-sized mattress sitting right in the middle of the room. ricky knows based on personal experience that gyuvin likes to cuddle at night, so maintaining his personal space is completely out of the question, and gyuvin will pout and whine all night long if ricky even suggests that he takes the small couch provided in the corner of the room.
there’s no avoiding it. ricky will just have to make sure that he keeps his crotch area off-limits the entire night, and the following two nights for the remainder of their trip. which, again, shouldn’t be an issue, since gyuvin has no particular interest in his cock.
or at least he’s not supposed to. “why are you still wearing clothes,” gyuvin demands as soon as he’s out of the bathroom, hair still dripping wet and only wearing a pair of bright pink boxers that ricky gifted him as a joke two christmases ago.
ricky blinks at him, baffled. “i haven’t even showered yet?”
“yeah, but it’s more time efficient if you get naked when i’m still washing up,” gyuvin argues, flopping down onto their bed and spraying droplets of water everywhere. “like, you could be hopping in the shower right now but now you still have to mosey around and strip and all that.”
ricky rolls his eyes. this is exactly the sort of stupid thing that he and gyuvin bicker about on an hourly basis. “that takes like three seconds,” he says, quickly gathering up his things and rushing into the bathroom before gyuvin can demand that he get undressed right there and then.
“three seconds you could have saved,” gyuvin yells after him. ricky slams the door shut and makes sure to lock it behind him. he takes his sweet time in the shower, massaging shampoo thoroughly into his scalp, slathering conditioner over the ends of his hair, and lathering body wash over every surface and crevice of his body. he pauses when he gets to the area between his legs, realizing that he should have googled beforehand how women washed their feminine parts.
soap and water should be enough, ricky decides. he musters up the courage to slide his soapy hand in between his folds, rubbing gently with his fingers to make sure he doesn’t leave any uncleaned spots, and surprisingly doesn’t feel much down there, even when the tips of his digits bump over the small ridge of his clit. the area is slightly more sensitive, but not at all different from washing any other part of his body. with that, ricky finishes up his shower and swaddles himself up in one of the fresh towels provided by the hotel.
once sufficiently dry, ricky slathers lotion all over his body and rubs it into his skin, then starts putting on his pajamas. the top goes on first, smooth silk gliding easily over his head, and then the bottom, but—
ricky freezes, hand hovering over the space next to his bottoms, right where his underwear should be. he checks again, shaking out his pajama shorts and glancing around the bathroom for any glimpse of his boxers, but they are nowhere to be found.
he must have either forgotten or dropped his underwear in his rush to get into the bathroom. panic starts rising in ricky’s throat, but he clears it to sound calm and collected. normal. it’s not a big deal.
“gyuvin,” ricky calls, and when there’s no response, he’s forced to stick his head out of the bathroom door to squint at where his friend is sprawled across the bed, eyes glued to something on his phone. it sounds like a commentary on a league of legends game. “gyuvin.”
“yeah,” gyuvin mumbles, not bothering to look up from his phone screen. ricky sighs.
“gyuvin, i need you to hand me my underwear.”
that finally gets gyuvin’s attention as he pauses the video and raises his head to stare blankly at ricky. “why can’t you just come over and grab it yourself.”
“because,” ricky says, struggling to come up with some justifiable excuse that isn’t because i don’t want you to see that i have a pussy, teehee, and ends up with a lame “i don’t want to.”
gyuvin pins him with a funny look, but heaves himself off the bed and reaches over to grabs ricky’s underwear which was left dangling off the other side of the bed. ricky makes sure to keep his body hidden behind the bathroom door as gyuvin approaches, sticking out a hand for his boxers once the younger boy is within arm’s length. “thanks.”
gyuvin doesn’t move from the doorway once he hands over the underwear,, much to ricky’s annoyance. “what are you hiding,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.
ricky tries not to show any signs of alarm. “nothing,” he says, and tries to shut the door, but gyuvin quickly sticks his slippered foot in the doorway.
“come on, why are you being so weird? we’ve seen like, every inch of each other’s bodies, man. now you’re suddenly acting like a nun or something.”
“i am not, ” ricky hisses, edging himself further away from gyuvin’s prying eyes, “i just happen to like a little privacy.”
“dude, since when were you such a prude,” gyuvin snorts, but seemingly starts to back down, much to ricky’s relief, until an ominous grin starts slowing spreading across his face. “.....do you have a weird rash on your balls or something?”
ricky flinches at the mention of his balls, which are currently not in his possession, then immediately recomposes himself. unfortunately, gyuvin catches it. “aha,” he yells, starting to barge his way into the bathroom, and ricky, desperately trying not to enter full panic mode, presses his entire body weight against the door to keep the gap as small as possible. “let me in, ricky, lemme see. remember that one time in tenth grade, when i squatted in some poison ivy and it got all over my nuts, and then—”
“GO AWAY,” ricky barks, catching a lucky moment where none of gyuvin’s appendages are flailing about in the doorway and using his full strength to finally slam the door closed, although at that point ricky could have been okay with sacrificing a couple of gyuvin’s fingers. gyuvin pounds a few more times on the door, still spouting some nonsense about the itch cream his doctor had prescribed him, and then silence.
ricky wastes no time in hastily pulling on his underwear, then his pajama shorts, but spends a few more minutes in the bathroom to do some breathing exercises so he doesn’t look so worked up. when he finally leaves the bathroom, gyuvin is once again laying in starfish mode on their bed. ricky braces himself when gyuvin glances up at him, but surprisingly the interrogations don’t start again.
“i’m trying to decide between the squid ink pasta and the eggs benedict,” gyuvin says instead, browsing through their hotel’s room service options, then belatedly asks what should have been his first question, “do you think they’re still offering food right now?”
ricky snorts. “gyuvin, it’s almost one-thirty in the morning. i doubt it.”
“awwwww,” gyuvin whines, rolling over onto his stomach, “man, i’m so hungry. i told you we should have ordered an extra steak and fries back at the dinner place.”
“if we did, then you would have eaten too much and spent the rest of the night complaining about how your stomach hurt,” ricky tells him, nudging gyuvin’s legs to the side as he shuffles into the bed. gyuvin moves his limbs, but only barely, so his knee is still pressed against ricky’s thigh. gyuvin radiates body heat like an overworked engine, warmth quickly spreading along ricky’s skin wherever they make contact. “we can always just get up early for breakfast.”
“mmph,” gyuvin responds unintelligibly, face buried into his pillow. he rolls over again when ricky yanks at the blankets, trapped under gyuvin’s body weight when he tries to pull them over his legs. “i don’t wanna be awake any time before noon.”
“go to sleep, gyuvin-ah,” ricky says, making himself nice and cozy under the protection of the covers. “sweet dreams.”
“night, princess,” gyuvin yawns, lifting up the sheets on his side of the bed, and ricky’s heart flutters at the nickname against his will. just as ricky predicted, gyuvin immediately scooches over into his space and drapes himself all over ricky’s back. ricky inhales sharply when one of gyuvin’s hands settles a little too close to his crotch, so he does the first thing he can think of to get himself out of the danger zone, which is just to reach out with one of his own hands and intertwine their fingers together.
if gyuvin thinks that holding hands with your best bro while cuddling in bed is weird, he doesn’t show it. the room stays silent, but ricky thinks he can feel the ghost of a smile against his neck when gyuvin squeezes their fingers together, just the tiniest bit.
ricky wakes up some hours later to gyuvin snoring lightly into his ear, still pressed hot and heavy all over him, but this time ricky can make out the outline of something hard nestled against his backside through multiple layers of clothes.
the fuck, he thinks, senses still blurry as he starts shifting around in the sheets, but the movement pushes his ass further back onto whatever’s rubbing right against it, causing gyuvin to groan softly against the shell of ricky’s ear.
ricky freezes.
this cannot be happening. ricky pushes his elbow back to desperately try and create some space between him and gyuvin, but gyuvin just whines in his sleep and stubbornly latches on, arms curling tighter around ricky's sides as he begins to rut his morning—morning? ricky doesn't even know what time it is—wood between ricky's clothed cheeks.
ricky thinks he might actually die from holding his breath because if he opens his mouth he doesn't want to know what awful noise is going to come out of it and the very last thing he needs is for gyuvin to wake up and find himself in the embarrassing arrangement that he and ricky are currently tangled up in. ricky is suddenly very aware of the heat starting to creep up his body, not just from gyuvin draped over him like a human blanket, but something else tingling in his lower body that spreads in slow waves throughout his system.
gyuvin huffs into ricky's neck, warm breath drawing goosebumps up from his skin, and presses his fingers gently into the curve of ricky's bare waist where his sleep shirt has ridden up. ricky can feel gyuvin's cock twitch just slightly against his ass, and suddenly remembers that gyuvin probably isn't wearing any underwear, since he never does when he goes to sleep back at their apartment.
ricky has to press his mouth into his palm to physically suppress the moan threatening to leave his lips, and at that moment he feels the tiniest bit of slick trickling from between his legs, forming a wet patch in the front of his underwear that makes his entire body seize.
no.
oh fuck no.
ricky has to get himself out of this situation. he frantically wiggles himself out of gyuvin's embrace, grabbing the spare pillow that he had tossed aside before going to bed from the floor and quickly stuffing it into gyuvin's arms as a replacement. then he makes a beeline for the bathroom, the throbbing warmth in his crotch and the dampness spreading between his legs with each step that he takes clouding his senses as he stumbles against the open door.
ricky grabs the edge of the sink to steady himself, disoriented from anxiety, drowsiness, and what's quickly growing to be his biggest concern, arousal. his fingers scrabble against the waistband of his pants before he can get a good grip and pull them down along with his underwear, and then he's immediately faced with the sight of his wet pussy in the middle of his thighs, glistening under the dim light of the bathroom.
fuck. ricky's never missed his dick more than in this very moment. he doesn't even know what to do, but the desperation takes over as he shoves one hand down to dip between his legs and barely holds back a gasp when he runs two fingers through his soft folds, gently nudging them up against his clit and shivering at the sensation.
he's so wet that the pads of his fingers are met with no resistance when he continues to stroke them up and down over his cunt, searching for which spots will cause tingles of pleasure to run up his spine. ricky quickly realizes that he should be focusing most of his attention onto his clit, rubbing at the small nub with his slick fingers and biting his lip when the waves of pleasure spread warm throughout his lower stomach. his legs are already starting to shake as he slumps forward a little, shorts and underwear caught around his knees as he braces himself against the wall with the other hand that’s not currently toying with his pussy.
even though he obviously doesn’t have his usual anatomy, the feeling is still so good, just like every other time he’s jerked himself off. in fact, ricky thinks that he might actually be more sensitive with a pussy, the slightest change in angle or extra bit of pressure when he touches himself lighting up new nerve endings each time. he alternates between massaging at his clit in tight little circles and then dipping his fingers into his folds to stroke over his entrance, starting to feel small spasms deep within his core already.
lewd, wet sounds fill the air as ricky chases after his release, so turned on that the slick leaking from him is starting to drip down the inside of his thigh, cunt begging to have something shoved inside it. holding back desperate mewls, ricky presses one finger into his opening, and when it easily slides in, adds another so that he has two fingers working in and out of himself.
ricky wants to cum so badly, pussy aching with the need to orgasm, but he also wants more. he thinks back to when gyuvin was pressed up against him, rutting his hard cock into ricky’s ass, groaning in ricky’s ear. he thinks about what it’d be like if gyuvin had awoken, and instead of being appalled that he was touching his best friend in his sleep, flipped ricky over and slammed his cock all the way into ricky’s waiting cunt.
ricky chokes on an aborted moan at his own sick fantasy, clit pulsing hot as he pumps his fingers faster, harder into himself, the delicious drag against his warm walls making his head spin. he looks down at his thighs and imagines gyuvin’s head in between them as he eats ricky out, enthusiastically licking and sucking along his clit and folds until a mixture of ricky’s slick and his own drool is running down his chin, and then ricky’s cumming, legs clamping tight around his hand as the intense spasms of pleasure wrack his entire body from the very core.
the orgasm lasts much longer than it usually does with his cock, weak tremors after the initial climax still keeping him in a state of bliss as he keeps petting his fingers gently against his twitching walls, until the sensitivity finally starts settling in. ricky pulls his hand away, noting that he didn’t ejaculate anything, but his fingers are still glistening wet.
for some reason that has his cheeks heating up, suddenly feeling like he was playing with someone else’s private parts, even though it’s very much attached to his body so it’s his pussy for the time being. ricky quickly wipes himself up, washes his hands, then creeps back to the bed.
gyuvin has thankfully remained dead to the world while ricky was gone, still clinging onto the pillow ricky left him with like a baby koala. ricky snickers to himself a little at the sight, but his smile immediately drops when he remembers that he just touched himself to gyuvin. who would probably find ricky’s dirty thoughts about him disgusting and the worst form of betrayal.
ricky swallows, guilt sitting heavy in his stomach as he keeps staring at gyuvin splayed out on the bed, the steady rise and fall of his chest visible in the early morning light peeking through the hotel room curtains. after a few moments, it gets unbearable. ricky looks away, eyes drifting over to the couch tucked away in the corner of their room.
it’s for the best that he keeps his distance, at least right now. ricky climbs on top of the faded yellow cushions, hugging one of the couch pillows to his chest as he curls himself into a ball when his feet stick off the edge, and breathes in the faint smell of lemony laundry detergent.
ricky closes his eyes, even though he knows the hopes of going back to sleep are gone for him, and tells himself that he’ll just make sure to go back to bed before gyuvin wakes up. then he can keep pretending that nothing is wrong, everything is still fine between him and gyuvin, and they can keep being best friends, just like normal. the way things should be.