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“Fuck, I finally see it!” shouted Martin downhill at his band mates. It’s their cabin for the weekend. Just behind a few tall pines, and finally they can rest.
“I feel like we’ve been hiking for hours.”
James scoffs. “It’s been 10 minutes, Keonho. This is nothin’!” he says as he picks up his pace, jogging up past Martin.
Martin can’t help but laugh at his friends. Dramatic, while still energetic after a day full of filming, styling, dancing. Their managers could only drive them so far up the mountain, letting the boys walk the rest of the way. They were ready to have a nice break for the weekend. It’s a miracle. They haven’t been left alone in weeks, months? He can’t remember the last time he didn’t have a staff member breathing down his neck.
Further behind the other boys is a very cold looking Juhoon, tucking his nose into the scarf that Martin let him borrow. He’s freezing without it. But he’ll suffer. Juhoon needs it more than him. And he looks… cute like that.
Martin stops and pulls out his camera, points it over at Juhoon looking miserable. “Twinski! Over here!”
Juhoon looks up from his warm shell he’s wrapped himself up in. His fair skin tinged red from the cold. Martin feels his lips tug up. His poor Jju...
As he snaps the picture, Seonghyeon runs up to the camera and blocks the shot. He laughs loudly and shoves Martin, pushing him down into the snow. Martin is shocked, betrayed. He throws up snow at Seonghyeon as he runs away in fear.
Juhoon catches up. “Hmph, you look funny when I can look down at you.”
“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?” Martin says as he’s helped up by Juhoon.
Juhoon talks so nonchalantly. Always sounds like he’s judging your every word and move. This was one of the first things Martin was surprised by when he met him. His sass, his ability to belittle you just with a couple words and that soft, almost sultry tone. Martin isn’t one to feel one-upped, but Juhoon checks him every time.
“Nothing, please just stay with me until we get in. I’m fucking freezing.”
“Ha, c’mon.” he laughs, putting an arm naturally around him, walking them up the mountain.
“Y’all. Are. Slowwww!” James echoes down the cold mountain, shouting at them atop the porch of their cabin. Martin screams back and listens to his echo. Him and Juhoon exclaim at how cool it sounds.
Juhoon lets out a weak, “Ah!” before hiding back in his scarf. Martin holds on to him tighter to warm him up.
Juhoon plainly looks up at him before smiling softly. “Thanks.” Snow dots Juhoon's face like freckles.
“I like you better looking up at me.”
He looks away now. “Is that so?” There it is, that plain response.
It’s odd, the way he feels about Juhoon. It’s like an infatuation. Like how Martin would feel around a girl. Juhoon reminds him of a girl in a way. With those really pink lips, a soft nose and fine hair, it would naturally make anyone swoon of course. It’s that ability Juhoon has that got him into the company in the first place.
The harsh breeze on his face reminds him of the reality. Other guys would just be able to pick up Juhoon at a bar or party and get him into their bed. Flirt with him and try something.
Martin can’t do that. That's his friend, his member. But, he could make sure Juhoon doesn’t leave his sight. Won’t let another guy try. He can do that much.
Fuck. Forget it.
“Aghhh!” Martin shouts again, pretends it’s to hear the echo.
“Ahh.” Juhoon repeats.
Even that small echo reverberates around them. They’re alone up here. It’s a damn relief.
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Fingers trace over his exposed calf. They’re Juhoon’s, playing with the light, scattered hairs.
Warming up by the fire, Juhoon and him choose to stay up while the others are knocked out in their room. Juhoon’s laying on his belly, facing the flames. Martin leans back on his hands.
They all celebrated the privacy once they got in, James opening a pack of soju bottles and practically poisoning the younger members. God knows how he even got alcohol out here.
Martin’s buzzed. He’d need a lot more to be drunk though. Juhoon seemed to have a lot, but considering his frail body, he doesn’t seem drunk at all. The only sign of tipsiness is the same red tinge over his nose that he had out in the cold, barely intelligible now with the orange flicks of light from the fire that illuminate Juhoon's face.
Martin observes the hairs that Juhoon has pulled back with a clip over his ear. Seonghyeon had pinned it back for him, exclaimed to everyone that Juhoon was the prettiest member. It made Juhoon giggle and deny it.
Juhoon is stupid to deny such a thing.
“I think I like the idea of the cold more than being in it.” Juhoon says. He switches to English for some reason. He does that a lot for Martin.
“Heh, I thought I was gonna lose you out there.”
“I know. You’d be devastated without me!”
Oh yes he would.
“Nah, I’m sure I’d find a new twin.”
Juhoon sits up on his elbows and gawks at Martin. It’s so silly and cute he throws his head back laughing.
“Stop it, please, I’m kidding.”
Juhoon just pouts and pretends to get up to leave, but gives up quick when Martin throws his huge body over him, yelling at him that he promises he was kidding. “My Jju! Don’t hate me!” He really would be fucking devastated without that pretty face to bless his eyes every day.
Juhoon rolls his eyes. “I don’t. I know you’d miss my face.”
Martin hesitates.
“I would.”
He can tell that peaks Juhoon’s interest. It makes Martin’s chest twist. But he holds his ground.
Juhoon is quiet for a bit, just looking up at Martin, who’s backed off him now. “What would you miss about it?” He says quiet. Slow. Creeping knowingly into different territory.
“Uh, I just—” Juhoon blinks blankly at him. A little dark. His eyes lidded slightly from being tired and tipsy. Deflecting, Martin puts a big hand atop Juhoon’s hair. “I’d miss your little turtle head.”
“Pfft.” He shakes his head out of Martin’s hand and does a hard belly laugh. Martin giggles with him.
It happens quick.
Juhoon gets up onto his knees, and throws a leg over Martin’s lap. “Jju—” But Juhoon covers his mouth with a flat palm. He settles in his lap and puts his hands on Martin’s shoulders. His breath hitches and his heart pounds against his chest, Martin feels it in his damn neck, how hot his face suddenly got. Juhoon is somehow so fucking calm as he gets closer to Martin than he ever has before.
“I would miss how small you make me feel.”
Oh fuck.
Why, suddenly, is Juhoon able to meet his eyes so intently? Why, as usual, is Juhoon able to make Martin feel so dumbfounded?
“Juhoon.” He doesn’t know what to say. Wants to touch Juhoon, grip those soft hips in his lap. God he wants to but he can’t.
“I think I’d miss your eyes too. They are pretty,” Juhoon says as he looks between Martin’s wide eyes. “And I’d missed how big they get when I say something you think is hot.”
“Don’t. Juhoon.” This is fucked. He’s the leader. He has to stay neutral, strong.
Martin knows he has flirted with Juhoon in the past. He knows Juhoon has done it back and every time Martin gave himself shit for even entertaining such a fucked idea. If he kisses Juhoon as badly as he wants to right now, he knows there’s no going back. Martin knows he will be stuck in Juhoon’s snare.
Juhoon tilts his head inquisitively. The snare only gets tighter around Martin’s heart, his lower belly. “What is it?” He thumbs at Martin’s neck, where his pulse fires hard.
“We— the members are in the other room.”
“It’s not that deep, bro.” He places Martin’s hands on his thighs. Martin doesn’t pull back. “Can you kiss me? I’m horny.” English again. So sultry and slow.
“Fuck.” He folds so easily. “Are you sure?” He squeezes the plush thighs under his hands. Soft under the sweatpants. Looks Juhoon up and down and sees exactly what he means. He sits small in his big lap, and Martin’s fucking obsessed.
“Yes.” Juhoon says simply.
Juhoon presses his lips onto Martin’s. Immediately, they are open mouthed. Longing, slow kisses, tongues trace on each other’s lips slightly. Testing.
Martin won’t let Juhoon lead. His hands run up Juhoon’s body and grab him by his waist, his other hand wraps around his small lower back. Martin leans into Juhoon now. He pushes his tongue in firm, but slow. He knows he’s pleasing him when he hears his low sigh into their breathy, already wet kiss.
God, he’s kissing Juhoon. It’s not that deep, bro.
It’s not deep at all when Juhoon has both his hands cupping Martin's chin and neck. It's not deep when Juhoon licks at Martin’s lips and tongue. It’s not deep even though Martin’s never kissed a boy before.
“Mm.” He plants a peck on Juhoon’s jaw. “You’re good at this.” He noses at his neck. “And you smell good.”
“Hah… that feels good.” Juhoon replies, sitting more comfortably in Martin’s lap. “I think you’re even better.”
Martin raises a brow. Testing Juhoon, he licks a small stripe from under his jaw up to his chin and then presses his tongue over Juhoon’s fat, panting lips. Juhoon groans and stiffens in his grasp. He licks Martin’s open lips right back, desperate. Juhoon keeps licking him like a kitten now, getting wiggly in his lap.
It’s with a jerk of Juhoon’s hips that he feels his hard cock pressing up against Martin’s belly, a soft pressure but absolutely present. Martin’s cock pulses itself, pushes up against Juhoon’s crotch. Juhoon breaks the kiss with a soft ah when he feels it, eyes darting all over Martin’s face.
“Jju, fuck,” Martin looks down between them, notices the bulge in his friend’s pants. “Should we stop?”
“No.” He grinds into him again without looking away. He licks his lips with determination and pushes forward to kiss Martin more. You wouldn’t know it was snowing outside with the way sweat has started to coat their skin, with the panting that heats up the room more than the fire that glows onto the carpet they are defiling.
God he can’t bear it anymore. Is Juhoon even fully hard? Martin just goes for it, lets the hand on Juhoon’s thigh drag over hastily and grip on his little bulge. Juhoon immediately bucks up, “Mmph!” his hand rushes to hold Martin’s hand over his crotch, pushing it down with more force.
Martin can feel how much smaller Juhoon is than himself. It makes all of it even more enticing, to die for. How light he is, how easy it is for Martin to reach around that lean waist, and how little he feels under his hand, it’s like Juhoon is meant to sit there.
“My god Juhoon, you’re so cute like this.”
“Am I?” Juhoon looks straight into his eyes. He’s not even smiling, the flat look on his cute face just makes him all the more alluring. Martin nods.
He can see the sinister smirk on Juhoon's lips now. “Wanna feel yours too.”
“Yeah, please. I’m stupid hard right now.”
He feels Juhoon adjust, leaving the warmth of Martin’s lap for just a fleeting moment. He sits now between Martin’s legs, letting his own rest over and around Martin’s lap.
Martin just admires this disheveled look on the typically put-together Juhoon, hairs out of place but still in that damn clip. His lips, a bit swollen, tinged darker. He lets his hands rest on Juhoon’s thighs that lie over his, watches Juhoon’s face intently. Martin barely notices the little hands that sneak their way under his tee.
He flinches at the cool skin against his lower belly that threaten their way under Martin’s waistband. “Oh… You want to like, actually feel it?”
Juhoon doesn’t pause, tugging cutely with a finger at the band of his sweats, “Hm? Did you not want me to?”
“No! God sorry, I mean– yes I want it. Please, Jju.”
“Hmph, so cute.” Juhoon pulls Martin’s pants down, grabbing his boxers too so he can pull out Martin’s rock hard cock. Juhoon groans, pleased. Stares at Martin’s cock in all its glory. The staring makes him pulse.
He’s heavy in Juhoon’s hand, being pulled back while he gets a good look at it. Martin’s face gets inexplicably hotter as Juhoon really takes in what he’s touching. “It’s kinda pretty, even though it’s big.”
“Ugh, you cannot say something like that.”
“Why not? You love compliments.”
“Jju, please.”
He knows what he begs for, but won’t give it quite yet. Juhoon takes Martin’s hand and lays it on his own waistband, looks up at Martin, wordlessly. God, those dainty eyes make his heart flip high in his chest. He’s just meant to look up at Martin like that.
He wants more from Martin. And he’ll give it to Juhoon as long as that pretty look asks for it.
Martin leans forward and pecks Juhoon sweetly before resting his forehead on Juhoon’s. They look down between themselves as he softly takes out Juhoon’s much cuter cock.
“Fuck…” Martin draws out, fascinated at the view of their cocks between them. Juhoon’s head is softer in color, whereas Martin’s looks angry and hungry. Martin’s curves up more, and is longer, tanner over the shaft. Juhoon sighs lowly. Martin can see him lick his drying lips.
Juhoon thumbs at Martin’s slit. It makes Martin tense, as Juhoon finally moves his hand. His delicate fingers wrapping tighter around the head. Oh god, why does that feel better than any other time he has touched his own cock. Juhoon rubs his thumb all over the head, spreading around the precum that is leaking an embarrassing amount.
Martin gives it right back, wrapping his much longer, thicker fingers around Juhoon, and tugs.
“Uhhn,” Juhoon groans quietly. Leaning back more to look at Martin.
He looks incredible, finally showing him a face that doesn’t look bored or smug. He’s satisfied with Martin as he slowly jerks on him. Eyes half lidded and jaw looser, his sweet face gently shining from sweat. The heat they’ve created between them only burns harder when Juhoon finally fists at Martin’s cock too.
Martin has to look a mess, whimpering and shutting his eyes hard when Juhoon moves his hand just the right way. It’s horrible. He’s jerking off his best friend, and he never wants it to end. Wants Juhoon around his cock in every way, his hands, those fucking lips, his– oh god.
“Martinie,” Juhoon whimpers, a whiney drawl. “Hahh, please, hold it tighter.”
It sets him aflame. He’s got him right where he wants him. “Mm, are you needy now, baby?” Martin leans forward and presses his lips on Juhoon’s, fulfills his requests and grasps his little cock more firmly. His hand covers him completely. Martin needs to use just a few fingers to have room to properly jerk him, and he can tell it's putting his Jju in shambles.
“I like that,” Juhoon kisses him hard back, looking at Martin’s face between kisses. “Call me that again.”
“Baby?” Martin pulls back to spit on his hand before gripping at Juhoon’s cock again.
“Nng, fuck!” Juhoon throws his head back, uses his other hand to stabilize himself on Martin’s neck.
It’s pathetic, the both of them. Their strangled, low groans fill the space as they increase their pace on each other’s cocks. Juhoon has such a lovely grip on Martin, really turning his hand every time he reaches the head. Martin’s cock is pulsing like crazy. He’s never felt this good. Juhoon must be so good at jerking himself off to make Martin feel like this. “D-don’t stop, fuck.”
“I won’t, please keep going too.”
“Can you use spit?” Martin pleads hastily.
Juhoon doesn’t wait. He bends over between them, his head now in the way of the view. Martin gasps when he feels Juhoon's hand rest at the top of his cock. A hand flies to Juhoon’s hair when a soft wetness begins to pool around his head. Fucking hell, Juhoon just drooled directly onto him.
Martin grips the hair in his hand and pulls Juhoon into another sloppy wet kiss, letting Juhoon whine cutely into his mouth. “Martin. Martinie,” he pleads.
His fingers caress the hairs at his nape, and every passing second Juhoon just becomes more and more of a whiney mess. “Baby… It feels so good, I’m close.”
“Nnn, Martin, not yet please.” Juhoon lets go of Martin for just a second, holds onto the other’s waist to help him adjust their crotches ever closer together. His cock is leaning against Martin’s, making him pulse against them.
Martin watches Juhoon with an unwavering intensity, breathing heavy as his friend sits up better. Juhoon, focused on his task, darts out his pink tongue to wet one of his palms and reaches down between them with both hands and lines up their cocks, leaning his little one against Martin’s. The contact is fire on his skin. It makes him seethe, skin itching as it watches Juhoon’s natural, calculated movements. Pretty, boney fingers wrap around both their cocks.
“Juhoon, oh god–” he says strangled as Juhoon slowly jerks on their cocks with both of his hands. Their cocks rub together with every pull. Martin feels the spit sliding between them, and naturally has to buck up against Juhoon's cock and hands. The friction is so much warmer this way. Martin leans back on his hands to thrust up easier into Juhoon’s hold, and also to get the best look at Juhoon’s blushing, wet face. His plump lips parted just enough, Martin has to picture getting to fuck that mouth himself.
Juhoon looks up at him as he works their cocks. His eyes rake all over Martin’s body, and he can see him scrunching his little face more and more. He’s close.
“You look so hot. Are you gonna cum?”
He can only nod, eyebrows furrowing. Juhoon lets out a whispered, haste, “Close.”
“I– I’m gonna too. Cum Jju, it’s okay,” Martin somehow gets out.
As if on command, Juhoon starts twitching in Martin’s lap. Martin feels an unreal warmth pour over their cocks, smearing between them. Juhoon’s hands stutter, becoming weak as he keeps releasing spurts of cum with little uhnns and breathy ahhs.
Martin takes over, spreads the cum all over the both of them and rubs their cocks together with one hand. The slide is insane, the white hot warmth that not only graces his cock but burns low in his belly. Juhoon is a twitchy whiney mess, pathetically working through his orgasm as he holds onto Martin for dear life. “Kiss me,” Martin breathes, and Juhoon throws his arms around his neck and complies.
Martin can’t think, can barely kiss back Juhoon’s needy lips as he finally releases with a heavy groan. “Yeah, yeah Martinie,” Juhoon says into his mouth. Martin’s cock spurts over the two of them, adding to the absolute mess between their cocks. Juhoon's body and lips are a sensation nothing short of heaven, but burns hotter than hell. His orgasm is dragged out longer than it ever has before with Juhoon there to help him.
Juhoon backs away after one last, longing peck. He falls back onto the rug beneath them, air so thin he has to gasp for air. “God, now I’m hot.”
“You’ve been hot.”
“No, stupid. I’m like, sweating!” Juhoon laughs, eyes closed as he tries to cool off.
It’s the prettiest sight Martin has ever seen.
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“You’re staring at him again.” James says. He’s at Martin’s side, leaning against the balcony’s railing as the two of them watch the rest of the boys roll around in the snow.
“Hah…” Martin says, watching the fog of his breath swirl in the space before them. “You’ve noticed?”
“I think everyone has noticed, bro,” James scoffs.
He watches Juhoon in Martin’s big sweater, much too loose on him, but surely keeping him warm. They went to bed that night blushy, giggling as they watched each other change into pajamas. Martin still sees the glowing smile on Juhoon’s face leaking into today.
Juhoon looks up at them with a pretty face and waves. Mockingly, James says to Martin, “Ohh! My Jju! My twinski! You must be so cold! Have my sweater!” He pinches Martin’s cheeks.
“Asshole,” He pushes James.
“Martinie! James-hyung! Come down here!” Juhoon yells out.
“But I’m cold!”
“Juhoon can warm you up!” Seonghyeon laughs out.
Juhoon’s embarrassment is noticeable by the forceful snowball he flings at Seonghyeon.
When Martin makes his way down, Juhoon jogs up to him with the cutest smile a person could ever produce. His lips are so pretty.
“You can’t have your sweater back.” Juhoon says, looking up at him with his round, puppy eyes.
“Trust me, I’d rather be cold than not see you in it.”