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When they first moved in together Hongjoong was just a casual acquaintance who needed a roommate and Seonghwa was just some guy going through a messy break up.
Seonghwa needed an easy escape and Hongjoong’s spare bedroom was the answer. Their routines quickly blended, and Seonghwa found himself mentally labeling Hongjoong as his best friend even though their easy domesticity made it feel like more.
It was two months into their friendship when Seonghwa was forcefully introduced to Hongjoong’s other friends. It was a chaotic group of two loud couples, and Seonghwa was instantly protective of them. They had taken him in without question, and Seonghwa never cared that he was surrounded by a bunch of queer people. If anything, he had learned a lot from them about sexuality, and he respected them for that.
However, right now, he was second guessing his dedication to a few of his friends.
Sitting between Wooyoung and San had been his first mistake of the night. It was just dinner, but they were sitting in a far corner of the restaurant, and Seonghwa really knew better than to sit between them. San had already been sprawled across his lap several times throughout the night to get to Wooyoung or feed him bits of food. They knew when to tone it down, but the couple was always so loud about their love.
Another thing was that the newest member of their friend group, Yeosang, was currently glued to Hongjoong’s side. It shouldn’t matter too much, but Seonghwa didn’t want Hongjoong to be uncomfortable or San and Wooyoung to be jealous. The three hadn’t really confirmed they were dating, but they were at least fucking.
The biggest regret came with a not so innocent question slurred out of Yeosang’s mouth, “what kind of porn do you watch?”
Seonghwa didn’t know if it was a question to everyone or just to Hongjoong, but he felt his face heating up instantly.
“That’s amazing. What kind of porn do straight guys watch?” Wooyoung’s eyes lit up as he looked at Seonghwa.
“I don’t watch porn,” Seonghwa answered flatly.
“That’s a lie,” Hongjoong laughed.
Seonghwa scowled at him. They lived together, of course they were aware of each other’s masturbatory habits. That was just a normal guy thing.
“It’s going to be something with big boobs right?” Wooyoung shifted to angle his body towards Seonghwa. “I bet you like older women.”
“That’s Yeosangie,” San chimed in. “Remember he showed us his ex pegging him?”
“Oh yeah,” Wooyoung nodded with a bright smile.
“You showed them your ex?” Hongjoong frowned.
“She said it was okay!” Yeosang whined. “She was fine with it, I let her show her new boyfriend too. She wanted to show him for inspiration or something.”
“Progressive,” Seonghwa mumbled.
“Yeosangie crying on a dick is very inspiring,” Wooyoung said seriously.
Seonghwa shifted.
“Youngie, you’re upsetting the hetero,” San laughed.
“I’m not uncomfortable, and a girl fucking Yeosang is straight,” Seonghwa frowned. “I just didn’t need to know about him crying on a cock or whatever.”
“I said dick, but sure,” Wooyoung nodded. “Anyway, I bet Hongjoong likes kinky shit.”
Hongjoong gasped, “I’m just sitting here minding my own business.”
“You do,” Wooyoung bounced slightly jostling Seonghwa. “Is it full bdsm or are you just dirty? I bet you like piss.”
Hongjoong rolled his eyes, “we’re at a restaurant.”
Wooyoung leaned over Seonghwa to San to whisper yell, “he likes piss.”
“Are you dirty hyung?” Yeosang blinked at Hongjoong with wide eyes.
“Yeosang,” Seonghwa grumbled.
“What?” Yeosang turned his pout to Seonghwa. “You didn’t say what you liked either.”
“Okay I’ll go first so it’s not embarrassing,” Wooyoung reached for his drink and took a gulp. “I like buddybate.”
“What?” Seonghwa blinked.
“You’d think you’d know. I’m sure that’s what you and Hongjoong get up to,” San commented which had Wooyoung and Yeosang laughing.
Seonghwa looked at Hongjoong who just shrugged and shook his head indicating that he didn’t know what it meant either.
“Buddy, bate, as in masturbate,” Wooyoung clarified.
“You like to watch friends masturbate together?” Seonghwa scrunched his face up in confusion.
San leaned over Seonghwa to press a kiss to Wooyoung’s cheek before he settled back down, “its straight guys jerking off together. Like looking at each other’s dicks their thighs touching, sometimes they cum on each other.”
“What?” Hongjoong blinked.
“It’s not gay if you don’t kiss,” Wooyoung laughed. “It’s fun when it turns super gay though.”
“Wooyoung,” Seonghwa looked at him. “Do you have a straight guy fetish?”
Wooyoung vaguely gestured at Yeosang.
“I’m not straight,” Yeosang gasped. “I am bisexual.”
“Bi erasure is real,” Hongjoong nodded solemnly.
“Don’t encourage him,” Seonghwa rolled his eyes before he laughed.
Yeosang leaned halfway over the table and launched into a verbal tirade that Wooyoung and San just laughed through. It was something they had all seen before. Yeosang was very passionate about the plight of bisexual and pan people because they tended to get dismissed when they were in heterosexual facing relationships.
The first few times it happened Seonghwa found himself thinking about Hongjoong. They were essentially in a relationship without anything physical. Did that mean he was somewhere on the bisexual spectrum? He could picture their lives together in the future, but he didn’t want to kiss Hongjoong. Did platonic bisexuality exist or was that just friendship? Seonghwa would ask, but he knew that conversation wasn’t for this crowd. Maybe he’d ask Yunho.
“Alright that’s enough of that,” Seonghwa pounded a hand on the table.
All three of the younger men stopped talking, and Seonghwa picked up his drink with a smile.
“You watch mommy porn, don’t you?” Wooyoung breathed out, “please tell me you’re into being called mommy, because I would call you mommy.”
Hongjoong laughed loudly as Seonghwa choked on his drink. He could feel his ears heating up.
“His ears are getting red,” San teased. “Did you want a pretty boy to call you mommy Seonghwa?”
“A pretty boy just offered too,” Seonghwa tried to come back smoothly.
“You think I’m pretty?” Wooyoung batted his eyelashes. “Thank you, Mommy.”
Seonghwa’s stomach swooped violently, and he wasn’t sure what shade of red he was, but he knew the shade had reached his chest.
“Oh god, I’d watch that porn,” Yeosang commented with wide eyes.
San sat back just enough to really examine Seonghwa and Wooyoung, “yeah me too.”
“Absolutely not,” Seonghwa shook his head. “Never going to happen.”
“But you kissed San last time you were drunk. At the very least that makes you heteroflexible,” Wooyoung sat back and pouted.
“You did what?” Hongjoong’s eyes went wide, and Seonghwa looked away from him.
San looked a little too smug, “it was just a quick peck after I told him I loved him. Are you jealous Hongjoong?”
Seonghwa looked up again just in time to see Hongjoong fluster a little bit. He didn’t blush, but he did squirm and look down. Their friend group also loved to tease Hongjoong and Seonghwa about being secretly in love because they were older, single, lived together, and had zero plans to ever change that.
There wasn’t any romantic love there, but Seonghwa did love Hongjoong. He was the perfect roommate even if he was a little messy and couldn’t cook. If Seonghwa was honest with himself, he really dreaded the day that Hongjoong found someone else to share his life with. They were getting a little too old to be roommates forever.
“Let’s circle back to the buddybate thing,” San cut in. “Do you two watch porn together? That’s something repressed straights do, right?”
“I’m not straight,” Hongjoong frowned.
“I have never seen Hongjoong’s dick,” Seonghwa shook his head.
It wasn’t even a lie. There had never been an opportunity, not that Seonghwa wanted one.
“That’s not what I asked but good to know,” San laughed brightly.
Hongjoong huffed out a puff of air, “we don’t jerk off together.”
“Disappointing,” San shook his head. “You should try it. If anything, it’s just a bonding thing.”
“Bonding,” Seonghwa said slowly.
San nodded, “yeah. You get to know each other, just like a next level friend thing.”
Yeosang snickered and Wooyoung threw a piece of his leftover food across the table at him.
“How have you not seen each other’s dicks?” Wooyoung frowned.
“We wear clothes,” Hongjoong made a face back at him.
“You should wear less clothes,” Yeosang nodded at Hongjoong.
That made Seonghwa laugh.
“Back to porn,” San cleared his throat. “I want answers.”
Seonghwa sighed, “I don’t know? Normal stuff? Threesomes and pov stuff is fun I guess. Fucking with your clothes on is good.”
“Threesomes?” Wooyoung shifted and leaned closer. “What kind?”
“Two guys and a girl, double penetration is good,” Seonghwa shrugged and took a sip of his drink.
“That’s,” San started.
“Great, that’s great,” Wooyoung finished for him.
“Dp is kind of gay,” Yeosang commented.
“What?” Seonghwa blinked.
Wooyoung pointed at Yeosang, “don’t elaborate.”
“No, how is it gay?” Seonghwa frowned more. “It’s a girl getting manhandled and stuff.”
“And dudes dicks touching and balls getting smushed together,” Yeosang shook his head.
Seonghwa frowned, “I’m not paying attention to the guys though.”
“But,” Yeosang started.
“Don’t be mean to hyung,” Hongjoong said quietly and Yeosang sat back.
“Fine,” Yeosang exhaled.
“Anyway, you know what else is good?” Wooyoung said to change the topic. “Butt machine boys.”
“What?” Hongjoong blinked and reached for his drink blindly.
“Buff guys and fucking machines,” Wooyoung nodded. “It’s hot, and I guess straight if you’re a guy that likes anal play you can picture yourself being the dude. I don’t know.”
“Straight people can watch gay porn,” Hongjoong rolled his eyes.
Seonghwa sat back and waited for Hongjoong to realize that he had said the exact wrong thing given who they were out with.
“What?” Yeosang looked at him.
“Take girls for example,” Hongjoong said diplomatically. “They watch lesbian porn all the time, even if they’re straight.”
“The girls you talk to might not be straight,” San commented with a grin.
Hongjoong groaned, “sexuality is a scale no one is straight, and I don’t think that porn is factor a factor in that.”
Wooyoung’s eyebrows went up and he leaned over Seonghwa to look at San, “I think Hongjoong has gotten off to gay porn.”
“I’m right here,” Hongjoong said a little too loudly. “And of course I have gotten off to gay porn. Seonghwa is the token straight of this group not me.”
“Seonghwa tell us more about what straight guys like,” Yeosang asked.
“Alright time to go,” Seonghwa shook his head. He wasn’t in the mood for this conversation anymore and the only way to get out of it was to leave.
“I agree,” Hongjoong nodded.
“They want to get home early so they can you know,” Wooyoung made a jerking off motion. “Together.”
“Or I have to work early,” Seonghwa frowned at him.
“Sure,” San nodded seriously but erupted into giggles.
“It’s weird how fixated you two are on us,” Hongjoong shook his head.
“Right?” Seonghwa stood up. “I’m going to go pay and then we’re leaving.”
“Very Dom of you,” Wooyoung laughed.
Seonghwa rolled his eyes as he got up. He really should have known where the conversation was going the second sex was brought up. Their friend group’s favorite topic while drunk was insinuating that Hongjoong and Seonghwa had something romantic or sexual going on just because they lived with each other, which was ridiculous.
Yes, Hongjoong was attractive, but Seonghwa wasn’t attracted to men, so it didn’t matter.
“You know you can tell Wooyoung to stop,” Hongjoong said as he caught up with Seonghwa by the door.
“What?” Seonghwa blinked.
“The Mommy stuff, and saying you’re a Dom,” Hongjoong clarified.
Seonghwa laughed, “it’s fine he wasn’t completely wrong so I can’t correct him anyway.”
“What?” Hongjoong paused and looked at him seriously.
“Did you want to keep talking about porn? You never really answered the question anyway,” Seonghwa’s eyebrows went up as they walked down the street.
Hongjoong shrugged. “It depends on my mood.”
Seonghwa nodded, “still avoiding an answer. I bet you are kinky.”
“Maybe,” Hongjoong gave him a wide smile before he looked down shyly.
Hongjoong also had a beautiful smile that lit up most of his face when he was truly happy. It wasn’t something that Seonghwa wanted to deny, though if he didn’t know any better, right now he’d think that Hongjoong’s shy smile was him flirting. He had seen him pull that move on so many people over the last few years.
Thankfully Seonghwa knew better.
“That’s a yes,” Seonghwa shook his head “Don’t think I haven’t ever heard your hookups through the wall.”
“What?” Hongjoong’s eyes went wide.
“You’re kidding right?” Seonghwa laughed. “Your voice is too quiet, so I don’t know what you’re saying but I do hear their reactions.”
It would be a lie to say that Seonghwa hadn’t gotten off while listening to Hongjoong with his hook ups. It wasn’t something he wanted to really admit to out loud, but it was a thing. His partners were always vocal, but it was hard to not focus on Hongjoong’s voice vibrating through the wall.
“Is it a problem?” Hongjoong floundered.
“No,” Seonghwa shook his head.
“You don’t really ever bring anyone home,” Hongjoong observed.
“Too busy,” Seonghwa brushed it off. “I’m good with my hand for now.”
The truth was that Seonghwa wasn’t interested in dating. It was too much effort, and he was perfectly fine with how his life was going even if he was a little sexually frustrated.
“Do you think guys actually masturbate together?” Hongjoong asked quietly.
“Maybe,” Seonghwa shrugged. “What do you think?”
“I don’t know,” Hongjoong mumbled. “San might be right.”
“About what?” Seonghwa made a face.
“It might be a good way to bond,” Hongjoong continued to mumble out his words.
Seonghwa fought the urge to stop in his tracks, “what?”
“Neither of us have anyone, and it could be kind of fun,” Hongjoong said after a sigh.
“I guess it could,” Seonghwa replied.
“Sometimes you just need an extra something to help you get off,” Hongjoong added quickly.
“Like being able to see your roommates dick,” Seonghwa countered with a laugh.
Hongjoong didn’t reply to that, and their conversation died down for the rest of the walk to their apartment. Seonghwa didn’t make any effort to fill in the silence. He was too busy trying to figure out just how many drinks Hongjoong had at dinner. San hadn’t been right, two men masturbating together wasn’t a bonding experience. Still, part of him couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the possibility. It could be fun just to have someone around, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t ever listened to Hongjoong cum before.
“I’m going to head to bed,” Hongjoong said after he punched in the code to get into their apartment.
“Yeah,” Seonghwa nodded. “Good idea.”
He watched as Hongjoong disappeared into his bedroom and waited a few moments until he headed to his own. Seonghwa stripped down to his briefs before he reached for one of his pajama sets. The satin material was soft under his fingers, but he couldn’t bring himself to put them on just yet. It would be a lie to say that the conversation in the restaurant hadn’t gotten him at least a little aroused. Now Seonghwa just needed to decide if he was going to do something about it or not.
Seonghwa looked at his bed and thought about laying down on his soft blanket and lazily jerking himself off until he came, but it was already late. If he was going to touch himself, he’d need something faster. His hand came down to press against his half hard cock and he bit his lip as he moaned quietly. Hongjoong didn’t need to hear him after they had spent the entire dinner being teased. Seonghwa didn’t want him to know that all the talk about porn had turned him on.
“Fine,” Seonghwa mumbled to himself as he pulled his briefs down below his balls.
His hand was around his half hard cock instantly and Seonghwa refused to think about anything as he tugged on his cock. Normally he’d take his time, but this was almost maintenance masturbation. Seonghwa didn’t want to wake up horny the next morning and have to trudge through the day thinking about all the ways he could get off when he got home.
The pull of his hand on his cock had a little too much friction to truly feel good, but it didn’t really matter. Seonghwa turned around and leaned back against his dresser forcing the drawer to close. He could cum like this, he just needed a little more.
Seonghwa twisted his wrist on the upstroke a few times and whined when his fingers brushed against the head of his cock. Sure, it was maintenance, but it still needed to feel good. He brought his hand up to his mouth and unceremoniously spit into it before he brought it back to his cock. The smoother slide made him throw his head back and let out another low moan. Briefly he wondered if Hongjoong could hear him, but he didn’t care. How many times had he been forced to listen to Hongjoong?
The thought made his cock twitch in his hand. It wasn’t the idea of Hongjoong though, it was the idea of having someone else. Seonghwa would gladly give up a year of his life to have someone’s lips wrapped around his cock in that moment. He arched his back and bucked up into his fist with a louder moan. Seonghwa knew he was close and sped up the motions of his hand. The spit he had used as lube was starting to dissipate, but it was enough. His orgasm hit him and Seonghwa sighed as he made a mess of his hand and the small patch of hair over his cock.
When his breathing finally evened out Seonghwa waddled over to his bedside table and pulled out the container of wips he kept in the drawer. It was obvious what they were for, but it wasn’t like he had many people over to see them. He cleaned himself off before he pulled his briefs off. Then he went back to put on his pajama set.
Seonghwa finally got into bed and fell into a more restful sleep than he was expecting.
-.-
Work had been hell, and Seonghwa didn’t have it in him to pretend like it hadn’t been.
Normally, Seonghwa would push down his bad days once he got home so his bad vibes didn’t rub off on Hongjoong, but that day everything that could go wrong went wrong. So, when he pushed the door open and slammed it shut like a child he knew Hongjoong would show up with a little frown on his pretty lips. As expected Hongjoong’s head popped around the corner of the hallway that led to their bedrooms, and his lips were turned down even more than normal in a small frown.
Thankfully it was Friday.
“Everything okay?” Hongjoong asked quietly.
“Everything sucks,” Seonghwa bit back. “My boss is an asshole, and our clients are the dumbest humans to exist. Everything keeps going wrong and it’s not my fault, but I have to keep taking the blame. I can’t control other people. I just coordinate them.”
Hongjoong nodded and stayed quiet giving Seonghwa the space to keep going. When Seonghwa didn’t say anything, he shook his head.
“Want me to burn the office down?” Hongjoong offered.
Seonghwa didn’t want to smile but he couldn’t help the way his lips twitched up into one, “yes.”
“We have to buy the gas way out of town so it might take a while,” Hongjoong shrugged. “I bet I can get away with it though.”
“You could not get away with arson,” Seonghwa walked to the fridge to pull out a bottle of soju. He deserved it after the week he had.
Hongjoong nodded and pretended to think. “I could though, they’d just blame you.”
“How did you chivalrously offering to burn my office down turn into framing me for arson?” Seonghwa tried not to laugh as he opened the bottle.
Seonghwa wanted to just chug the peach flavored liquid, but he opted to reach for the cabinet and get a glass.
“I’m just being realistic,” Hongjoong made his way into the kitchen. “Are you not going to eat?”
“No,” Seonghwa shook his head. “Just soju.”
“You’re going to have a hangover if you do that,” Hongjoong took the bottle from him. “At least have some leftovers.”
“No,” Seonghwa pouted and reached for the bottle.
There was a small scuffle for the soju that ended with Hongjoong pressed against the cabinets and Seonghwa’s hand wrapped around his over the bottle. It was an intimate position, but he wasn’t thinking about the way that their bodies were lined up. He didn’t have a thought in his head about Hongjoong’s thigh between his legs.
“Gimmie,” Seonghwa pouted.
“It’s not fair that you pout so well,” Hongjoong shook his head and finally gave up the bottle.
“It’s because all of my features are so big,” Seonghwa said before he finally brought the bottle to his mouth. Hongjoong could judge him all he wanted.
Why was he still caging Hongjoong against the counter? Seonghwa took a step back as he tipped the bottle and let the soju slide down his throat. He knew it was a bad idea, but he really needed to do something to relax. When he brought his hand back down Seonghwa looked at Hongjoong who was still leaning back against the counters.
“How did you even do that without wincing?” Hongjoong furrowed his eyebrows.
“It’s peach,” Seonghwa shrugged. “Want to try?”
“Sure,” Hongjoong didn’t move from his position and Seonghwa was forced to get back into Hongjoong’s space.
Seonghwa didn’t get as close as before, but he did hold the bottle up to Hongjoong’s lips. Why hadn’t he thought to just hand the bottle to Hongjoong? His eyes flicked down to Hongjoong’s hands that were gripping the edge of the counter. Right, that’s why, his hands were occupied.
Was it gay to tip a soju bottle for your bro so he could drink out of it?
Hongjoong reached out to grab Seonghwa’s wrist, and he pushed Seonghwa’s hand back once he had enough. Seonghwa watched as Hongjoong winced and took a few open-mouthed breaths.
“Don’t be dramatic,” Seonghwa rolled his eyes.
“I’m not dramatic,” Hongjoong pushed him away. “Grab another bottle we can watch a movie.”
They finished two more bottles during the movie, one grape and one plum. Finally, bye the end of the movie Seonghwa didn’t feel so on edge. He settled back into the cushions of the couch and let out a satisfied little hum. This was why he didn’t want anything more than hanging out with Hongjoong for the rest of his life. They just worked.
“Do you think,” Hongjoong started.
“What?” Seonghwa cut him off before he could continue.
“Should we try that thing San and Wooyoung mentioned?” Hongjoong said with more confidence than Seonghwa would expect from such a ridiculous request.
“The masturbating together thing?” Seonghwa pulled his body up into a sitting position lazily.
“Yeah, I mean why not?” Hongjoong shrugged. “We’re both kind of buzzed and it’s late. It could be a good sleep aid.”
“A sleep aid,” Seonghwa repeated in an amused tone.
Sure, masturbating was a great way to relax, but Seonghwa didn’t even know if he could get hard with Hongjoong sitting there.
“And bonding,” Hongjoong shrugged again and Seonghwa could finally see the telltale signs of nerves fraying around Hongjoong’s edges.
He didn’t want Hongjoong to feel bad, “sure.”
“Sure?” Hongjoong looked completely surprised.
“I’m not moving though so you can pick what we watch,” Seonghwa nodded to the TV.
“You’re going to let me pick the porn?” Hongjoong asked to clarify what was happening.
Seonghwa nodded, “are you not confident in your choices?”
“It just feels,” Hongjoong frowned at himself. “I can pick.”
“Good,” Seonghwa nodded.
He watched lazily as Hongjoong scrolled through his phone trying to find just the right video to cast to the TV. It took longer than Seonghwa was expecting, and he was about to call the whole thing off when a blonde girl appeared on the television screen. She was between the cameraman’s legs with his cock in her hand. Clearly Hongjoong had remembered the kind of porn that Seonghwa had admitted to watching.
“Is this okay?” Hongjoong looked at Seonghwa.
“Yeah,” Seonghwa nodded, his eyes locked onto the screen. He needed to get through this without looking over at Hongjoong.
It was awkward until it wasn’t. They both sat with their eyes glued to the screen, their erections becoming more and more obvious until Seonghwa broke and reached down to squeeze his cock. Through the corner of his eye, he saw Hongjoong’s arm move, and decided to just get it over with. He popped the button on his dress slacks and pulled the zipper down. Seonghwa realized then that he’d have to pull his briefs down because they didn’t have the slit in the front to pull his cock through.
Seonghwa really tried to not make a noise when his cock was freed, but he couldn’t help the relieved moan that left his throat as his cock flopped back against his lower stomach. His eyes went back to the girl on the screen who was now very enthusiastically bobbing up and down on the cameraman’s cock.
His limbs were lazy from the soju but like a few nights before he wrapped his hand around his cock and sighed, frustrated by the dry drag. Seonghwa needed some kind of lube if this was going to go anywhere. Briefly he debated going to his room to grab his own, but quickly decided that wasn’t the best course of action.
Then he heard it.
There was a low whine next to him followed by a moan, and when Seonghwa curiously looked over he saw Hongjoong already looking at him. Seonghwa flushed and looked back at the TV.
They were really doing this.
Somehow Seonghwa found himself still hard, and maybe even more turned on than before. He couldn’t help but think about how they’d never live this down if anyone found out. Then again who needed to know what they got up to. This whole mutual masturbation thing was between them, and just a way to bring them closer. It wasn’t like he was on his knees like the girl on the screen was.
Another one of Hongjoong’s moans hit his ears and Seonghwa bucked up into his hand. He was so focused on the situation that he almost forgot that he needed to get off. It would be awkward if he finished after Hongjoong, or worse not at all.
Seonghwa tried to focus on the girl on the screen, he really did. Hongjoong was just more real and right there. Plus, Seonghwa was curious. It was a completely normal thing to want to compare your cock to your friends. He just wanted to know who was bigger.
“Oh,” Seonghwa breathed out as he finally let his eyes wander down to Hongjoong’s cock.
The girl on TV moaned as Hongjoong looked at him. His eyes landed on Seonghwa’s face first and then trailed down to his cock. They were about the same length, but Hongjoong was a little thicker. Seonghwa knew he had a pretty dick, his past girlfriends had always told him so, but Hongjoong’s looked like it was made for fucking.
Where had that thought even come from?
Seonghwa shook his head and nodded down at Hongjoong’s crotch. He could admit now that he wanted to see how his friend got himself off.
“Okay,” Hongjoong breathed out so lowly that Seonghwa almost didn’t hear him over the sound of the girl on the TV.
Seonghwa’s eyes went wide as Hongjoong’s hand started to stroke himself.
“I normally use lube,” Hongjoong said in a shaky voice.
“Me too,” Seonghwa agreed.
“Do you need?” Hongjoong started.
“No,” Seonghwa cut him off.
There was no way that he was going to let either of them move, not until they were done.
Hongjoong’s hand started to work up and down his cock as Seonghwa watched. He hadn’t even noticed that Hongjoong’s eyes were on his cock. The only thing Seonghwa could really register was the way Hongjoong worked his hand all the way up until the head of his cock disappeared under his fingers. Seonghwa was too sensitive for that. He only played with the head when he was ready to cum.
It was embarrassing, but he was already so close. Did you tell your platonic friend that you were going to cum while looking at his dick?
Seonghwa decided to keep his mouth closed and just hoped that Hongjoong was as close to the edge as he was. The girl on the screen was hardly background noise to him now as he built up to his orgasm. Seonghwa kept himself on the edge for as long as he could until he tumbled over it. He squeezed his eyes closed and tried his best not to think about Hongjoong watching him.
When he opened his eyes back up Hongjoong was next to him, licking the cum off his hand. Seonghwa blinked twice to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.
“You’re,” Seonghwa mumbled as he held his cum covered hand out.
“What?” Hongjoong dropped his hand.
Seonghwa pushed his tongue out of his mouth and licked the air. Hongjoong giggled a little before he wiped the rest of the cum on his hand on his pants. Seonghwa made a face.
“It’s natural,” Hongjoong started to explain. “I made it so why not?”
“That is so stupid,” Seonghwa shook his head.
“It has nutrients,” Hongjoong said in a failed attempt to stick up for himself.
“By that logic they were right, and you are into piss,” Seonghwa laughed.
Hongjoong looked down at the floor, and Seonghwa felt his own cheeks start to heat up. Maybe Hongjoong was just a kinky little weirdo. Of course that wouldn’t make Seonghwa love him any less. It was the opposite. Now Seonghwa wanted to get to know that side of Hongjoong. He didn’t really have any right to push the topic, but he had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last time that they did this.
“Do you feel better?” Hongjoong asked quietly.
“Yeah,” Seonghwa nodded. “The soju and the orgasm helped.”
There was another silence only filled by the sound of the girl on the TV continuing her blowjob. Seonghwa had no idea that it was even still playing. He had tuned it out a long time ago.
“I should go clean up,” Seonghwa waved his cum covered hand.
“Sure, yeah, same,” Hongjoong stuttered out.
“You can have the bathroom first,” Seonghwa offered as he stood and realized that he couldn’t get his pants up with just one hand.
With a sigh he waddled into the kitchen and didn’t miss the way Hongjoong laughed at him. It was deserved though, Seonghwa couldn’t imagine how ridiculous he must have looked. His pants were around his ankles by the time he got to the sink, and his briefs were cutting into his thighs uncomfortably.
The moaning and wet noises on the TV stopped right before Seonghwa heard the click of the bathroom door shutting. He quickly washed his hands and pulled his briefs and pants up before he headed towards his bedroom. The alcohol plus the orgasm had made his limbs heavy and his head spin slightly. It was exactly what Seonghwa needed after the shitty day he had.
“We’re good?”
Seonghwa jumped at the sound of Hongjoong’s voice, “fuck, what?”
“Are we good?” Hongjoong repeated himself.
“Yeah,” Seonghwa nodded. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
Hongjoong looked at him like he was stupid.
“Okay yeah maybe that could have been weird for some people, but it’s us,” Seonghwa shrugged. “It would take a lot more than that for things to be weird between us.”
“Good,” Hongjoong nodded. “Maybe we can do it again.”
Seonghwa nodded before he yawned, “sure.”
“Sleep well,” Hongjoong gave Seonghwa a little wave before he turned for his bedroom.
“You too,” Seonghwa called after him.
-.-
Seonghwa hadn’t thought that they would actually do it again.
It made sense that they wouldn’t. They had been buzzed and made a dumb decision, but the following Friday after dinner Hongjoong had nervously asked if Seonghwa wanted to do it again. That time they watched a brunette getting fucked over her kitchen table. The next week it was a woman stuck half under her bed. Then the weeks dragged on and Seonghwa found himself looking forward to their little Friday tradition. Sure, it wasn’t for every set of friends, but it worked for them. Seonghwa guessed that you weren’t supposed to know just how your best friend touched himself to get off. He did though. Seonghwa had watched Hongjoong enough that he knew he could make Hongjoong cum in under five minutes if given the opportunity.
Not that he wanted the opportunity.
No, Seonghwa was content with what they were doing. It was exciting. It was something different from his normal life and it was fun. Weirdly it had become a become a way for them to bond.
They didn’t talk about it though.
Not once was it mentioned outside of Hongjoong quickly asking if he wanted to and Seonghwa giving his consent right away. That was fine though. They didn’t need to talk about it. Masturbating together was just something they did for fun. Seonghwa hadn’t mentioned it to any of their friends either. For obvious reasons he couldn’t tell Wooyoung, San or Yeosang, but he hadn’t been able to tell Yunho, Mingi, or Jongho even though he’d normally go to them for relationship advice.
It wasn’t a relationship though. It was just two best friends getting off.
As far as he knew the only two people that knew what they were doing were himself and Hongjoong, and Seonghwa liked it that way. He enjoyed sharing a secret with his roommate. There was something exhilarating about being the person that got to see Hongjoong getting off.
On a very unextraordinary Friday, weeks into their silent agreement Seonghwa sat across from Hongjoong at their small dining table that was tucked into the far corner of their kitchen. An excitement buzzed through his body, and Seonghwa couldn’t help the fact that he was already half hard thinking about what they were going to do later.
“Do you think the couch is uncomfortable?” Hongjoong asked out of the blue.
“It’s fine, do you think we need a new one?” Seonghwa asked back before he shoved a pile of noodles into his mouth.
Hongjoong let out a little huff of air, “no I mean for…” He gestured between the two of them.
Seonghwa chewed for a moment to stall replying and then decided that talking about it would be easier than weird hand gestures, “you mean when we masturbate?”
“Yeah that,” Hongjoong nodded.
“Should we talk about that?” Seonghwa asked.
Hongjoong just shook his head no.
“Okay,” Seonghwa looked down at his food.
“We should do it in my room though,” Hongjoong blurted out.
Seonghwa was silent for a few moments. Was doing it in Hongjoong’s room too intimate?
“Sure,” Seonghwa finally answered before he ate more of his food.
They finished eating in silence and when it was time to clean up, they shared the work like always. Seonghwa washed the dishes because Hongjoong wasn’t diligent enough with it and Hongjoong dried everything. They were silent through that too, and it made Seonghwa nervous.
“I’m going to pee first,” Hongjoong announced quietly. “We can meet in my room?”
“Sure,” Seonghwa nodded.
He stood awkwardly for a few moments before he headed down the hallway towards Hongjoong’s room. The first thing he noticed was that the bathroom door wasn’t fully closed. Seonghwa couldn’t help but look in. Hongjoong had just gotten his cock out, and Seonghwa watched with his breath held as a stream of piss came out of Hongjoong’s soft cock. His own twitched as Hongjoong let out a soft low moan that Seonghwa was familiar with, and he found his already half hard cock chubbing up even more.
This wasn’t something he should be watching, but Seonghwa couldn’t look away even when Hongjoong was done. Was Seonghwa the one with the piss kink? After Hongjoong shook his cock three times he started slowly moving his hand up and down the shaft. Seonghwa couldn’t help but gasp and his eyes snapped up to Hongjoong face. He was surprised to see his friend watching him. Maybe they both had a piss kink.
“Sorry,” Seonghwa waved his hands in front of his face before he scurried off to Hongjoong’s bedroom.
It wasn’t long before Hongjoong showed up and clicked the door shut behind him like it mattered.
“I didn’t mean to,” Seonghwa started.
“It’s fine,” Hongjoong shrugged before he pulled his shirt off.
Oh, they were doing that now.
Seonghwa pulled his own shirt off before he awkwardly sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes trailed up to watch as Hongjoong grabbed his computer.
“What do you want to watch?” Hongjoong asked as he continued to click around.
That was new too, Hongjoong never asked, he just put something on. What they were going to watch didn’t matter anyway, Seonghwa was already hard. Half from the anticipation and half from watching Hongjoong in the bathroom.
“Anything is fine,” Seonghwa shrugged.
“Okay,” Hongjoong nodded at him.
A few clicks later and the screen lit up with a petite girl sitting between two men. Seonghwa wondered if Hongjoong had remembered that he liked threesomes or if it was just what Hongjoong felt like watching.
“You can get more comfortable,” Hongjoong pointed to the head of his bed.
It was easy to crawl across the bed to sit with his back against the headboard, but Seonghwa couldn’t help but question why Hongjoong was being so chatty. They didn’t talk when they got off. The only allowed noises were those of the girl that was getting fucked on the TV and their own quiet moans.
Hongjoong set the computer down by their feet and let out a sound of satisfaction as he finally sat down next to Seonghwa. They were almost touching, but Seonghwa ignored that to finally free his cock. He let out a hiss when it hit the air and shimmied his pants down past his knees. There wasn’t any need to be shy or self-conscious. Hongjoong had already seen him naked and cumming so many times now.
Seonghwa wasted no time, his eyes were locked onto the small screen as he started to work his cock. Hongjoong elbowed him a few strokes in and Seonghwa gladly took the bottle of lube that was offered to him. Amazingly enough they had the same favorite brand.
“I’m gonna,” Hongjoong said as he got up onto his knees.
Seonghwa looked over at him before he tossed the lube beside the computer. One of the men was already inside of the girl and the other one was lining himself up with her ass. His eyes trailed down Hongjoong’s now naked body, but Seonghwa didn’t let himself think about what he was doing too much. It was just Hongjoong, there was nothing special there.
“You should too,” Hongjoong looked down at Seonghwa.
There was a pause in his brain before he moved. Seonghwa pushed down any feelings of anxiety over the new position as he got onto his knees, his pants and briefs still around his ankles. Hongjoong reached out and grabbed Seonghwa’s hip lightly making him flinch away from the touch.
“Just,” Hongjoong’s hand pulled him till they were angled towards each other.
The hand on Seonghwa’s hip fell and he watched as Hongjoong used it to fondle his balls. Seonghwa realized he wouldn’t even have to reach out that far to touch Hongjoong if he wanted to. He didn’t want to though. This was as close as they needed to be. The movie was completely forgotten as both of their heads were bent down to look at each other’s cocks as they fisted themselves. The moaning from the video was still in the background and Seonghwa looked over just in time to see a shot of the two men’s balls smushed together as they worked inside of the girl.
The feeling of having someone stretched that tight around you had to feel good. The way his stomach churned had nothing to do with how close the two men were to each other. He definitely did not think of the way that the men had to feel each other’s cocks rubbing together.
“Cum on me?” Hongjoong asked, his breath ragged.
Seonghwa wasn’t even close before the question but after he felt the familiar tight churn of arousal in his guts. Hongjoong wanted Seonghwa to cum on him? It was an easy request to honor as Seonghwa sped up his strokes.
“Sure,” Seonghwa nodded about a dozen times.
“Okay me too,” Hongjoong breathed out.
When Seonghwa felt the first rope of cum hit across his stomach he couldn’t hold back his own orgasm. His eyes were locked onto Hongjoong’s cock, watching the last of Hongjoong’s cum dribble out of it, as Seonghwa unloaded all over his friend’s stomach and chest.
They were both covered in cum as their heavy breathing started to even out. Seonghwa felt too floaty to even care about any implications of what they had just done. It was just two guys getting off. Sometimes things just happened in the heat of the moment, it didn’t have to mean more. It wasn’t going to mean more.
“Shower,” Seonghwa mumbled.
“Me first,” Hongjoong went to move.
Seonghwa reached out with his clean hand, “no me.”
“Fine,” Hongjoong smiled at him before he flopped back onto the bed.
“You’re the best,” Seonghwa gave him a lazy smile.
“That was fun,” Hongjoong mumbled.
Seonghwa let that comment hang in the air. He did have fun, but he was pushing down the implications of what they had done.
“Don’t fall asleep before you clean up,” Seonghwa warned as he slid off the bed.
Hongjoong just waved a hand at him.
“I’m not washing your bedding in the morning,” Seonghwa said.
Seonghwa really looked at Hongjoong then, sprawled out on the bed, covered in his cum. There was something soft about it, and he felt the offer to shower together sit on the tip of his tongue. That felt like a line he didn’t want to cross.
There were so many lines now.