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Minho reaches for the joint, trying to keep his hand still so Jisung won't notice how nervous he is. He puts it to his mouth, takes a deep breath, and blows the white smoke into the colorful LED-lit basement room of Jisung's best friend Chris, who is sitting with Changbin on the other sofa in the room.
Minho and Jisung recently met when they were assigned to work together on a project. Or rather, that's when Jisung met Minho. Minho knew him before. He had noticed Jisung much, much earlier. He often watched him from a distance, always being surrounded by a crowd while shining brightly like the sun. Minho was like a bird in his life, flying by every now and then, but not important enough to be noticed. That's why he couldn't believe how their first meeting went.
"You're cute," Jisung said to him after he threw his backpack on the floor and sat across from him, just as the professor had ordered. Minho was so shocked that he suddenly stared at the table. Jisung giggled. The next day he brought Minho a coffee and the day after that he did it again. Since then, they hang out every day. Minho enjoys being so close to the sun.
However, this is the first time they have met outside of the university. His insides trembled when Jisung asked him if he wanted to hang out with him and the friends he makes music with. He had imagined something other than smoking a bunch of weed and staring at a giant screen while stupid clips play and additional music blares from multiple speakers, but that's okay. As long as it gets him closer to him.
“Are you okay?” Jisung asks him. He moves a little closer and rests his chin on his shoulder.
Minho gets goosebumps. He looks over to the other couch where Changbin and Chris are lighting another joint. Chris grins at him before he takes his first puff. He's been pretty nice all evening, constantly engaging Minho in conversation. "Yeah..." He tries to look at Jisung, but his face is way too close to his, so he turns his head again. "But I think I need a break from smoking, I haven't done it that often and my head..." He tries to find the right words, but it takes too long and suddenly he's too focused on how slowly his eyelids open and close.
Jisung giggles louder than usual, he seems to feel the buzz as well. "You don't have to smoke anymore." He moves even closer and crosses one leg over Minho's thigh.
He becomes rigid. They'd hugged briefly before and Jisung had held his hand when he dragged him into the lecture hall because they were almost late. Several small touches that flushed with tension, but now he's practically lying on top of him. He can hardly think anyway because his head feels way too heavy and way too light at the same time, so he does what any young man would do when the man he has a huge crush on is lying on top of him. He just stares at the wall.
Jisung doesn't seem to be satisfied with this reaction, so he runs his finger over Minho's other thigh.
"Ngggn," he shudders. "Wh-what are you doing?" He wants to know, his eyes still on the wall.
"I get cuddly when I've been smoking, do you want me to move away?"
Minho sees Jisung's pout out of the corner of his eye. He wishes he could get even closer, but he's too nervous to tell him, so he just shakes his head.
"Then put your arm around me, baby," he whispers.
Minho isn't sure if this is really happening or if he's already passed out on the sofa from too much weed and the whole thing is just a pipe dream. Whatever it is, he has to take the opportunity to have a good time. He's longed for Jisung to shine just for him for so long, now he can't be afraid to fly too high. "Okay, come- come here." He puts his arm around him and hugs him tight.
He buries his head in Minho's neck and rubs his face against it. "You like me, don't you?" He breathes on his sensitive skin.
Minho's chest threatens to explode, he wishes they could stay high forever. "I like you," he confirms.
"Mhmm... so cute... I like you too." Jisung lifts his head and presses his nose against Minho's cheek. He gently runs his fingers through his hair. "So cute," he repeats.
Minho breathes out hard, he can feel his ears getting hot. He looks over to the other two who are watching something on Changbin's phone. Their eyes are red and half closed, they have stupid smiles on their faces. The fact that he's not alone with Jisung as they get closer for the first time makes him nervous, but at the same time his fingertips tingle with excitement.
"I want you," Jisung's breathy words interrupt his secret observation and before he can say anything he feels soft lips on his mouth. Jisung is eager. He takes Minho's face in his hands and circles his cheek with his thumb while planting juicy kisses on his desperate lips.
Even though his stomach does somersaults, Minho feels spurred on and pulls away from the kiss. "I-I want you too, Jisung." He sticks out his tongue.
"Fuck, I want to eat you up," Jisung whispers before licking over it, then pressing their lips together as he sucks Minho's tongue into his mouth and circles it with his own.
Minho's mind and body are focused on the warm, wet feeling and the taste of weed mixed with lemon iced tea when Jisung suddenly removes his leg and pulls Minho onto his lap instead. "Nggg, no, I'm too heavy," he resists, but Jisung's strong arms easily position him on top of him.
He puts his hands on Minho's thighs and starts to knead them. "You are not. Besides, I wouldn't mind if these thighs crushed me, fuck. I've been dying to know how they feel for so long."
"J-Jisung..." Minho turns his head, expecting the other two to look at him in shock, but they are still busy staring at the phone.
"They don't care," he assures, kissing Minho's neck. His hands find the curves of his ass and press it closer to him.
"B-but..." Minho bites his upper lip, unable to find words.
"You're hard," he remarks, pushing Minho's hips down so he's pressed against Jisung's hard cock.
Minho gasps and clings to Jisung's shoulders. "I- yes... but your friends..." He holds his hips still so that Jisung can't drag him over his length again.
"You don't want me, baby?" Jisung kneads his ass cheeks before pushing them forward again.
"Nggg..." Minho gives in, moving his hips and slowly rubbing against the boy beneath him. "I've wanted you for so long..." Longer than Jisung can imagine.
"Yeah?" He puts his mouth right next to Minho's ear. "I've imagined fucking you so many times. Ever since the first time you smiled at me so shyly."
Minho moans. He wants to be fucked so badly. When he turns his head again to peek at the others, Jisung pulls him back in his direction.
"Baby, I could fuck you right here. They wouldn't care." His voice is so soft, barely audible over the music. Then he brings their lips together again.
"N-no..." Minho turns his head slightly. "This... this is... we can't..." His cock twitches in interest, though.
Jisung plants soft kisses on his cheek. "Chris and Changbin always bring people here to fuck them. That's nothing new."
Minho swallows. His head is spinning. "Did you bring me here just to fuck me?"
"Oh fuck, no, shit. No. I didn't mean it like that. I've never done this before, okay?" He pulls his head back a little to look him in the eye. "But I'm high and horny and you're right here and they really don’t care, but fuck no, I can call a cab and fuck you at my place. Or I won't fuck you at all. Whatever you want."
"Mhmm." Minho feels himself leak into his underwear. He is wetter than usual. He can't deny that this could be due to the fact that they are not alone. He hasn't had a good dick in a long time and this excitement could make him fly so high. He had heard of friends fucking someone in front of their friends, but he thought that only happens at parties where everyone is dead drunk. Everyone here is still pretty lucid. Of course, Changbin and Chris had smoked a lot of weed, but they would definitely realize what was happening. "Did they really fuck in front of you?" He asks so quietly that he can hardly hear himself.
Jisung blinks as if he didn't expect Minho to go into it further. “Yeah... for sure, we just mind our business while that happens.”
Minho bites his lips, another load of pre-cum runs down his cock. This time it would not be Minho who would have to watch Jisung from a distance. His friends would have to see how Jisung's warmth belongs to Minho alone. He turns again and sees Changbin looking at him. He gives him a dirty grin and then grabs the remote control to start sapping. "Yeah, okay, fuck me," he says as he turns his head back to Jisung.
"Fuck, sure? Right here? Now?"
Minho nods. His body jerks with pleasure.
"I'm going to fuck you so good you'll forget they're here." He turns on the sofa and lays Minho down, then leans over him and pushes his tongue into his mouth.
He groans at the thought of finally feeling the real deal again, he got sick of his dildo lately. He takes Jisung's hand and presses it against his cock. "Quick." He grumbles. He wants it now, while he's still high enough.
"Mhm, fuck okay." He sits up again. "Chris- uh-" He speaks a little louder so that he can be heard. "Do you mind if I use your lube?"
Chris shoves the potato chips he's holding into his mouth and chews while shaking his head, then digs a box out from under the sofa. "Use a condom too, dude." He tosses both over and turns his attention back to the TV.
Fuck, they really don't care. Minho wonders how often someone lay here and fucked while the others ate or played video games and it's so absurd that it turns him on. He licks his lips as Jisung starts to take off Minho's sweatpants and boxers. His wet cock glistens in the neon lights of the otherwise gloomy, smoke-filled room.
"Even your dick is fucking cute." Jisung kneels between his legs. "So pretty between your thick thighs." He squirts an unnecessary amount of lube on his hand and warms it between his fingers before gently brushing Minho's rim. "So soft..."
He is glad that he fingered himself in the shower before the evening started, he would have died if he had to get prepped now. He wants to get fucked quickly so they can get on with the evening, he definitely needs another joint after that. "Stick them in, please, I'm ready," he begs.
"Yeah?" He easily inserts two dripping wet fingers. "Did you put anything in here today?” He spreads them wide after feeling around.
He groans and immediately blushes, knowing that everyone has heard. "Nggg, just my fingers. I was thinking of you fucking me with your tongue," he confesses.
Jisung licks his lips. "Next time, baby." He slides his fingers in and out of his hole a few times before removing them, then unbuckles his belt, his wet fingers leaving marks on the black leather. He pulls his pants down to his knees and rolls a condom over his leaking cock before he slicks himself up.
Minho spreads his legs and wraps them around Jisung's waist to pull him closer while he glances to the other side of the room to see Changbin and Chris smoking again.
"Look at me, baby," Jisung says as he pushes the tip of his cock into his hole.
"Mhhhh," Minho's eyes wander back to Jisung, he has to hold back his moans because he doesn't want to disturb the others. His cock opens him so well, so wide, that he wants more right away and tightens the grip with his legs to push him further inside.
"In such a hurry? You want it fast? Are you embarrassed, baby?" Jisung pushes in until his groin touches Minho's entrance. "Fuck... so good..."
Minho's eyes roll back in his head and his mouth falls open, he wants to answer but first he has to savour how full he feels. The high makes everything much more intense.
"Say it, baby," he slowly pulls his dick out and then pushes it back in, "or do you like my friends being here? Do you like them knowing how good I fuck you?"
Minho bites his lips while Jisung thrusts into him. He likes it. He likes that he makes him his own in front of them, so he nods vigorously. A deep whimper vibrates in his throat as he suppresses a moan.
"You can be loud, I want to hear you." Jisung grabs one of Minho's legs and puts it over his shoulder so he can fuck him harder, his belt jingling around his legs, "baby, tell me how you feel.
A loud moan permeates the room as Minho finally opens his mouth. "Aaah, good, so good, your cock is so good, oh fuck." The weed must have taken away all his inhibitions, because now he hopes that Changbin and Chris are listening to him as well. Choppy, loud breaths leave his lungs as he is tempted to look over at them again and his breath catches as he briefly makes eye contact with Chris before he quickly tears his gaze away. Minho's eyes move lower and he sees that a tent has formed in his sweatpants. He moans louder.
"Fuck, so you like them being here huh baby?" Jisung squeezes Minho's hips so hard while pounding into him that he can literally feel the bruises forming.
"You wanted to fuck me here," Minho whimpers, his voice whiny as he feels his orgasm approaching.
"I'd fuck you anywhere, but you're mine, okay?" He leans forward to kiss him. His tongue licks messy into him, the sofa beneath them rattles loudly, Jisung makes quick little thrusts that hit Minho's prostate just right.
He doesn't want Chris or Changbin, he doesn't want anyone but Jisung, what he wants is that they see him lying underneath him, that they see Jisung thrusting his cock hard into him, making him moan. He claws into Jisung's shoulder, a universe unfolds in his belly and wants to burst out of him. "Fuck... cuming, cuming baby." He squeezes his eyes shut and spurts over his hoodie, his mouth open in a silent scream.
"Shit, hold on a little longer." Jisung gets on his knees again, pushes Minho's thighs forward, folds him in half and fucks him into the sofa.
The overstimulation makes his hair stand on end, he reaches down and spreads his cheeks to make it easier for Jisung to slide in and out. His pathetic cries mix with the music in the room.
After a few more thrusts, Jisung rams his cock as deep as he can into him, holds still and cums into the condom. "Ah, fuck, you're sucking me in... milking me so good." He starts grinding to ride himself out.
Minho clenches his asshole and shivers as he notices how Chris and Changbin's eyes are now fixed on the spot that connects Jisung and Minho.