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Jisung walked home in the late Saturday morning light, a spring in his step and a grin to match last night’s clubbing outfit. His mind replayed the greatest hits of his one-night-stand, organizing them for one of his favorite rituals: sharing every detail with his roommate, Felix.
Felix and Jisung met in college and clicked right away. To Jisung it was like looking in a mirror back at himself, but instead of it being like some sort of nightmare funhouse mirror, it was a reflection with a comforting smile and a soft blanket of security. He could share anything with Felix and know he wouldn’t be judged.
It also meant that when one of them started laughing, it was hard for either of them to stop until they were gasping for air. Jisung loved that feeling most.
Jisung typed in the code to their apartment and stepped through the door, sitting down to yank off his docs in the footwell. Felix appeared in the hallway, having heard him come in.
“Get lucky?” Felix’s eyes twinkled with curiosity when Jisung looked up at him.
“Yep. It was amazing, Lix. I’m not even sure where to start,” Jisung replied, hopping up to his feet again. They walked to the living room together. It was an open-concept place with the kitchen to the left, a hallway to their bedrooms in the middle, and the couch and TV area off to the right.
“Well, I saw you guys leave together, so I assumed you went to his house.”
“Yes! And—oh, did you end up going home with anyone, Felix?” Jisung belatedly realized he hadn’t gotten any of his usual update texts from him. “I’m sorry for leaving you at the club.”
“No, it’s okay! I just went home and played LoL.” Felix grinned sheepishly.
“I see,” Jisung said. He couldn’t help but feel like he abandoned his friend whenever he went out and did something big without him, even if it was sex. He preferred it when they both got hook-ups at the same time.
“Anyway,” Jisung continued, “we went back to his place. And you remember him—his name is Jiwoong by the way—he was pretty muscular, but Felix, he was so gentle. I couldn’t believe it!” Jisung landed on the couch with a cartoonish swoon.
Felix plopped down beside him, sitting side by side like they were about to get on a roller coaster. “What happened first? Tell me everything!”
Han brought a finger to his chin as he recalled the details. “His place was super modern and ritzy, and he took me straight to the bed carrying me like a princess.”
“I love when they do that!” Felix gushed.
Jisung giggled. “Me too. So, Jiwoong put me on the bed and got between my legs.” He blushed as the memories came back to him.
“Like you were laying down and he crawled between your legs?”
“No, I was on the edge of the bed. Well, the side?”
“You were on your side?”
“No, Lix, I was sitting up.”
Felix laughed. “...What?”
Jisung rolled his eyes like it was a big thing, but it wasn’t. “Let me just show you.” He dropped to the floor and put himself in front of Felix. Grabbing Felix’s knees, Jisung spread them so he was between him. “Like this.”
“Ohhh, I see! So what happened next?” Felix smiled eagerly, wrapped up in the story.
“So let’s say you’re me and I’m Jiwoong,” Jisung explained. “He started at my feet, and slowly went up my legs like this,” and as he spoke he caressed Felix’s socked foot, first making him flinch and giggle by pressing into the arch of it. Then he trailed his finger tips up his calves and followed the curve of his knee with his palm, until he was groping both thighs.
“Wow,” Felix said. If Jisung hadn’t been so wrapped up in his reenactment, he might have seen the blush on his freckled cheeks.
“Right? And he sort of massaged me like this,” Jisung rubbed Felix's thighs up and down, digging his fingers into the thick muscle with purpose. “And it felt amazing ‘cuz I did legs yesterday.”
“Wow, rare,” Felix joked.
Jisung smacked Felix’s thigh playfully and laughed. “Hey!”
“So, what happened next?”
“Well, he took it out of my pants and sucked me off, but I did all the prep earlier, so I insisted on bottoming.” Jisung grinned in a self-satisfied sort of way. “He was pretty happy about that.”
Felix huffed. “Who wouldn’t be?”
“Then it was like this—and you won’t believe what he did, Lix.” Jisung rose up, bringing his hands under Felix’s thighs to maneuver him back against the couch. “Can you scoot that way?”
Felix nodded and laid down on the couch, and Han kneeled on the cushions between Felix’s spread legs. “I love this position, it’s so sexy when they want to see your face,” Felix commented, smiling.
“Yeah,” Jisung agreed, “I told Jiwoong that, so that’s why we did missionary.”
Looking down at Felix, spread eagle and everything, their groins just inches away from an actual sex position, Jisung suddenly had a funny feeling growing in his stomach. Before he realized it, he was grinning, and a whirl of feelings that he didn’t know how to name came to his awareness. He wasn’t sure what to do with the feeling, so he continued the story, gripping Felix’s ankles.
“We’re going at it right? And he’s got a nice sized dick so I’m having a great time. But then—” Jisung grabs for one of Felix’s feet and folds his leg, bringing the foot towards his mouth. Felix starts to laugh incredulously. “—He suddenly puts my TOES in his mouth!” Jisung mimes the action, hovering over Felix’s sock.
Jisung triumphs in the guffaw of laughter that erupts out of Felix. “Noooo! Did he really?!”
“He did, and then I couldn’t stop thinking: am I really going to put my sock back on over my slobbery foot after this?” Jisung cracked up, too, and collapsed over Felix in a fit of giggles.
Once his giggles died down, Jisung hovered over Felix with his arms braced on either side of him, and as Felix looked up at him with a smile so big his eyes were just slits, those feelings inside him burst into a shower of warmth, flowers dancing in his chest. He didn't know what to do about them, so he wrapped his arms around Felix and tucked his head into his neck in a tight hug, squeezing them so close together that he heard Felix's breath catch. Felix instantly hugged him back, rubbing his back soothingly as he always did.
Jisung had hugged Felix in a lot of different ways, but this one felt different. Being between his legs, laying down, and pressed so close. It felt like their hearts were beating in time with each other. The embrace lingered longer than normal.
Jisung became too-aware of their closeness and quickly got back up, scooting back from Felix as he closed his legs and turned upright. An unfamiliar awkward air came between them, like they both had too much on their mind and were afraid to say it. That had never happened before.
Jisung cleared his throat. “I’m gonna shower now. Get some fresh clothes ‘n stuff.”
“Yeah, cool, I’ll be here. No plans today.”
“Mario Kart after?” Jisung tried.
“You’re going down.”
~*~
The week after next, Jisung found himself in a precarious position.
He had come home, yet again having found a one-night-stand, and yet again relaying it to Felix the day after, who had not had such success at the bar.
“He licked my earlobe, Lix. Has anyone ever done that to you?”
“No, I thought it was all waxy.” Felix scrunched up his nose in a way that said he wasn’t interested.
“The wax is supposed to stay in your ear canal, not all over the ear.” Jisung, sitting beside Felix on the couch again, inspected Felix’s ear. Felix patiently let him, lips twitching into a smile. “Besides, it was hot because we were in the mood. It felt so good.”
Felix looked doubtful.
“Here--” Jisung swung his leg over Felix’s lap, straddling him. “I’ll just do what he did. Then you’ll see.”
“Obviously, first he kissed my neck first,” Jisung said, and automatically leaned into Felix’s neck to do just that. He stopped a fraction of the distance away, waiting for Felix to laugh or shove him off. But he didn’t. In fact, he seemed to be holding his breath. Jisung felt nerves stir in his stomach, and brushed them off. They were good friends, this wasn’t too weird. Well, not weirder than stuff they’ve already done.
Right?
He gave in, pressing his lips to the side of Felix’s neck, near his pulse point. The first thing he noticed was that Felix smelled really good. Notes of vanilla musk that he had always smelled in passing, but never this close to the source. His heart began to pound, with fondness or something else, but he rationalized it and forced himself to focus on the task: recreating what his hook-up did.
He pressed his lips here and there, sucking only slightly; never enough to make a mark. It was deliciously tingly when it happened to him, and he hoped he was conveying the same sort of feeling. He climbed up the side of Felix’s jaw—Felix’s jaw, his brain reminded him irritatingly—and kissed the tip of his earlobe, first letting his teeth brush against it and then gently squeezing it between his teeth, and fondling it with his tongue. Felix’s breath hitched.
“Oh, wow. You weren’t kidding.” He sounded breathless.
Jisung put on his best normal-friend-voice. “R-right? It was so hot.”
“What did he do next?”
Jisung sat back, and discovered that making eye contact with Felix was suddenly difficult. His face flushed, and he attempted to brush off the rest of the story. “Oh, well, we fucked after that and, um, yeah.”
“What position?” Felix pushed. This was a perfectly normal question between them, but right now it felt crazy.
“I’m not sure what it’s called.” Jisung looked anywhere but at Felix.
“Describe it to me.”
“Well, I was laying on my stomach with my legs together.”Felix instantly began to move, surprising Jisung and forcing him to move off of his lap. Felix situated himself on the couch exactly as Jisung described, and looked over his shoulder expectantly.
Jisung was gobsmacked. Everything felt different, like Felix was sprinting miles ahead of him and he didn’t know which way to go. “Felix…”
“It's okay Sungie, I just wanna know. How was he on top of you?” Felix gave an encouraging smile that filled Jisung with warmth again. He nodded, and straddled Felix once more, with his hips resting just below Felix’s behind. He jokingly spanked both cheeks at the same time, and Felix let out a shocked gasp that turned into a laugh. “You perv!”
“No, you!” Jisung shot back, feeling like he was releasing some of the tension that coiled inside of him. He spanked Felix again, but this time his gasp sounded more like a moan.
His face burned in the silence that followed, and his hands lingered on either side of Felix’s ass. His mind was as far as it could possibly be from his one night stand. He could only think of Felix right now. Felix, under his hands, pliant and trusting as ever. Felix with his lithe little body and beautiful freckles and platinum halo of hair. He was gorgeous (Jisung always thought so) but always his parallel, never his partner in bed. Why not? Looking down, his bulge was so close to Felix’s ass, like two puzzle pieces lining up to click together.
Felix pushed his hips back, interrupting his train of thought. Jisung was quickly tenting his sweats, and he thoughtlessly tilted his hips down, pressing his bulge forward and between Felix’s cheeks.
“Sungie…” Felix murmured, his deep voice barely a rumble.
The sound sent Jisung careening back to his awareness. He flinched back like he was burned, and stumbled off the couch gracelessly, his legs tangled up with Felix’s.
Once he found his footing, he rushed to the bathroom with a, “Gotta pee,” and locked the door behind him.
Jisung wasn’t proud of that jerk-off session. Not only did he feel guilty for violating his friend, but for reasons he couldn’t figure out, he finished feeling empty instead of satisfied.
~*~
Although Jisung had trouble making eye contact with Felix for a couple days, they bounced back to their normal vibe fairly quickly. Jokes, long conversations, and cuddle sessions on the couch.
The following Friday evening, Jisung was the one who went home alone after Felix found a date at the club. Felix had walked off with a dimpled man with short, spiky blonde hair, and Jisung was a bit jealous. Of which one, he wasn’t sure. Both were hot. But at home he had a new animal documentary on baby kestrels waiting for him, so he couldn’t feel too bad. He fell asleep early, and in the morning he welcomed home Felix.
A small part of Han was looking forward to seeing Felix with his freshly-laid aura, when his skin was glowy and his voice extra deep. He loved seeing his friend like that. But instead, Felix came in looking tired and scruffy, his hair sticking out in every direction.
“Did everything go okay last night?” Was the first thing Han asked. Something seemed off.
Felix hastily laid down his bag and slipped off his shoes. “Oh, yeah! No, it was awesome. The guy was so kind. His name was Chan.”
“Was he a good fuck?” Jisung asked foxily.
Felix froze for half a second before replying. “Oh yeah, so good.” Pause. “Actually, I wanted to show you this thing he did.”
Jisung was a little surprised, but pleased with the way this was going. Even if he felt confused after the last time, he couldn’t deny that it was also exciting. “Hell yeah, man,” he said easily.
They walked back to the usual couch. Jisung searched Felix’s body with his eyes for signs of a hook-up: hickeys, bite-marks, bruises in the appropriate places, a funny walk, but found no such evidence. Maybe Chan was too nice, and that’s why Felix seemed different? He usually preferred his lovers to leave marks.
“The first thing I did was straddle him,” Felix said, but they hadn’t sat down yet.
“Am I Chan, or are you?”
“Oh, um, you can be Chan.” Felix smiled sheepishly and Jisung complied, sitting on the couch and watching Felix straddle him with anticipation in his gut.
Felix rested his hands on Jisung’s shoulders and scooted forward until their bodies were close. “He had his hands on my ass the whole time.” Felix said with a mischievous smile.
Did that mean Felix was okay with Jisung groping him? He hoped so, because before he knew it, his hands were on him. Jisung’s cheeks felt hot, and he noticed Felix’s face pinken. “So, what then?”
“Uhm…” Felix looked up and to the right, like he was trying to remember something.
“It must not have been that good if it’s so hard to remember,” Jisung teased.
“No! It’s just that so many things happened that it’s all jumbled up in my head.” Felix trailed off again with a distant hum. Jisung squeezed his ass, which made Felix’s hands clench on his shoulders. It was addicting the way their actions ricocheted.
“Obviously we kissed, I mean, that’s a given,” Felix’s voice was tight and unfocused. “You know me, I love to kiss, ha ha…” Felix was staring at Jisung’s mouth, his own lips parted slightly.
Okay, Felix was being weird. “What’s up with you, man?” Jisung laughed. “Did this even happen? You’re being suspicious!”
Felix spluttered. “What do you mean Hannie, of course it happened!” But his pupils drifted to the side when he said it. “And, he did this thing while we were kissing, I’m not really sure how to explain it…”
“...And you want to show me?”
“Don’t you want to know?” Felix asked hopefully. Jisung laughed, which made Felix pout. “If you don’t want to know, I can just stop the story there—” Felix countered loudly, and attempted to get up, but Jisung held him down by his hips.
“Wait, nooooo I wanna know!” Jisung whined, “You can show me.” Felix gave up the fight immediately. Jisung was very pleased by this, because Felix was being utterly adorable. It seemed like he was lying, but Jisung couldn’t even care, because the butterflies in his stomach had been going crazy for so long that he ached to lean into it.
“Okay, yeesh,” Felix said, before leaning in to kiss Jisung. Their lips met softly, but Felix eagerly deepened it. His lips were so soft, and his tongue so gentle, yet needy. He moaned quietly into the kiss, and Jisung felt intoxicated, instinctually groping whatever part of Felix was nearby. He wasn’t exactly sure which part of the kiss Felix was trying to show him, but he forgot about that aspect pretty quickly.
Once they started kissing it was hard to stop, and before he knew it, Felix started grinding down against him—or was it his own hands that guided Felix to do that? They moved in tandem, so simultaneously it was like they acted as one. Jisung’s heart pounded as arousal and adoration swirled in his stomach.
Jisung trailed his hands down to Felix’s bulge, where he cupped his hand over it tentatively. Felix arched into it, breaking the kiss to watch and Jisung fondled him through his sweats. At the same time, he put his hand inside Jisung’s pants to wrap his hand around his cock. Jisung gasped at the stimulation, quickly mirroring him and bringing out Felix’s cock from his underwear.
It was so cute, fitting in his hand comfortably and the head had such a pretty, pink color. It twitched under his palm, and they made eye contact before Felix hid in Jisung’s neck with a snort.
They had definitely never done this before. Jisung could never have fathomed the feeling of his best friend’s cock twitching in his hand, yet here they were. Experiencing it together. Somehow, it just felt right. It escalated so naturally that Jisung didn’t think twice about continuing.
Felix inched closer until their dicks could touch, coupled next to each other so that they could intertwine their fingers and stroke both of them at the same time. Damn, this was sexy. Jisung had only done this once before with someone else, but it didn’t work as well since their dick sizes were too different.
“Is this what you did with Chan?” Jisung asked, half-serious.
“Fuck no,” Felix laughed breathily. Then he looked at Jisung openly with his big brown eyes, a wavering smile on his face. “I made it up.”
A beat passed as their hands stilled.
Then Jisung burst out laughing. He shook with laughter, curling over and then to the side, almost tipping Felix over, too. Felix joined his laugh at some point, and soon there were tears streaming down their faces and Jisung’s stomach hurt. “Oh my god Lixie,” He gasped out, “All this just because you wanted to fuck me!”
Felix shoved at Jisung, only making him laugh more. “It was Chan’s idea! I didn’t know what to do.”
“I guess Chan came in clutch for you, didn’t he?” Jisung wiped the tears from his eyes, but he still couldn’t stop giggling.
“He was actually a pretty cool mate, and we’ll be hanging out later. You should come.”
“What, so we can tell him how his plan worked? Should we give him a demonstration?” Jisung raised an eyebrow sexily.
“I’m gonna kill you!” Felix roared, and he tackled Jisung, pushing him onto his back with Felix on top. “Can we just get back to the good stuff?” Then he unceremoniously picked up Jisung’s dick and started jerking it. Jisung yelped an ‘ah!’ and threw his head back, the sudden pleasure shooting up and down his body. Felix leaned over to let his spit drip on the tip, and Jisung thought it was the sexiest he ever looked.
Felix let his other hand wander, pushing up Jisung’s t-shirt and squeezing his ample chest. It was funny how Felix made the same smirk whenever he was feeling up Jisung’s muscles, whether or not he was giving him a handjob at the same time. He was a little pervert like that, and Jisung loved it.
Felix plucked at Jisung’s nipples, which made him whine and squirm. “I guess you know all my buttons to press from all the stories I’ve told you, huh?” He asked breathlessly.
“Pretty much,” Felix said smugly. Then he pushed down the waistband of his sweats to properly free his dick, and pressed it down with his fingertips to rub against Jisung’s, flat against his belly.
“Ah, Felix,” Jisung moaned, grabbing onto Felix’s thighs for support.
Felix looked like an angel on top of him, his blonde hair draping around his face as he focused on them frotting. His lip was bitten into his mouth, and when he let it go, it was such a beautiful red color. Jisung felt like he had witnessed Felix in every other state of being: asleep, angry, sheepish, giddy, sick, et cetera, et cetera. Now he finally got to see the last missing piece.
What sort of face would he make when he came? Now he just had to know.
Jisung shoved down his own shorts by the waist band. “Take off your pants, Lix.”
“Damn, okay,” Felix said with gulp. He quickly stood up, dropped his pants and awkwardly kicked off the cuffed ankle of his sweats. Jisung scooted back so his back was propped up by the side of the couch and quickly removed his shirt. Then he reached around to the side table and got the small bottle of lube kept there.
When Felix straddled Jisung again, there was suddenly so much skin touching skin that Jisung flushed. Felix’s freckles went down farther than he thought, spanning down his belly and across the tops of his thighs. “Wow,” he murmured, “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“I can,” Felix said, and leaned down to kiss Jisung again. It was electric, each open-mouthed kiss breathing fire into his lungs and filling up his chest.
Jisung fumbled with the lube and clicked it open, his distracted hands just hoping to get some on their dicks as he wrapped his hand around them and jerked them together. He felt Felix grin into the kiss and then he couldn’t stop smiling either.
Felix sat up and braced his arms behind himself, thrusting his hips forward into Jisung’s grip. The slide was incredible with the lube, and Jisung felt himself losing control already. Their lewd sounds filled the room.
“Between us two, who do you think would bottom?” Jisung asked.
Felix’s mouth dropped open. “If we…! Wow Jisung, aren’t you moving kinda fast?”
“Answer the question!”
Felix’s breath hitched on a particularly good stroke. “I dunno man, I guess we’ll just have to try it both ways and see who’s better.” He grinned wolfishly.
Jisung laughed. “Now who’s assuming things?”
“Fuck, I’m close,” Felix panted, interrupting their conversation, and Jisung sped up his fist to bring him to the edge. With a deep moan, Felix released over Jisung’s abdomen, some splattering over his chest. Just the sight of it was enough to send Jisung over the edge himself, his come mixing with Felix’s on his body. The thought of it made him warm. Their seed was indistinguishable.
Felix sat back, their dicks still connected with strings of lube and come between them like some sort of porn version of the red string theory. “Wow…”
“Wow,” Jisung echoed.
“Can this be our new Friday night ritual? Y’know, instead of trying to pick up people at the bar?”
“Might as well, we probably already fucked everyone there between the two of us,” Jisung said sarcastically, smiling when Felix laughed.
“Yeah, I’m bored of them. My roommate is way hotter,” Felix purred. Then he crawled forward and kitten-licked some of the come off of Jisung’s stomach.
The jolt of arousal that went through Jisung made him dizzy. “Holy shit, Lix. Give a guy one second.” Felix just huffed a laugh through his nose and leaned in to kiss Jisung again, putting their mixed-up come in his mouth, and they kissed while swapping it back and forth.
Jisung felt like he had opened a secret trapdoor of arousal, like he had no idea sex could be this hot, and Felix had everything to do with it. He knew he was spoiled from then on. And he felt jealousy flare in his chest at the idea of Felix sharing this with anyone else.
Jisung could definitely get used to this being their new Friday night.