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Chan got home late that night. Minho’s eyes flicked from the video he’d been watching to his bedroom door, then back to his phone.
He heard Chan lock the door as his video resumed; drop the keys, take off his jacket and shoes, move around the apartment, before closing the door to the bathroom behind him.
He’d been out for some work dinner thing; Minho saw him leave all snazzied up in a suit and tie earlier, a heavy cologne leaving a cloud of scent even when he was long out of the apartment. He’d mumbled something about not being long, while Minho pretended he wasn’t stealing glances at him; which had been stupid and weird considering openly ogling and teasing was Minho’s whole thing.
The shower turned on.
He could wait for Chan in his room if he wanted to.
But he didn’t want to. When did he ever do things like that?
They were just following their normal routine, same as before.
Except Minho might have realized he had some teeny tiny, just the smallest and littlest amount of feeling (singular) for Chan. It was normal, he supposed, living together and hooking up for so long.
Did he think he was better than that? Perhaps. But that was beside the point.
The point was that Chan had feelings for him.
Shocker, right?
So why the fuck was he avoiding Minho? Minho wasn’t avoiding him back; he’d always been like that. Chan was the one who reached out! Sneaked into his bed and was all annoying and shit!
Were there times Minho initiated and had given Chan perhaps the wrong impression?
Well, so what? He’d been horny. And Chan’s bed was warmer. Can a guy be faulted for that?
Minho wasn’t even sure why he was still up. Because it was the weekend, duh. Just because he didn’t go anywhere didn’t mean he couldn’t live it up in the comfort of his room.
The shower stopped running. Involuntarily, Minho’s eyes flicked to the door again.
The bathroom door creaked, deliberate footsteps padding over the kitchen, the hallway. The rhythm of the steps faltered where Minho’s gaze was pointed, only for a moment, and then the room next door closed. The apartment fell silent again.
Minho shook his head and continued watching his very important video on game strategy. He was getting tired. His stomach making a disappointed swoop meant nothing.
His eyes were heavily drooping and he’d already sunk into his pillow when he got a message from Chan obscuring the top view of the screen. He wanted to swipe it away, but in his awkward position he tapped on the notification with his stupid fat thumb and opened the message.
His eyes were met with the veiny thickness that was Chan’s erect cock.
But as fast as it graced him, with as much elegance as a banana to the face, it disappeared, the message deleted.
As if getting a hit of caffeine straight into his veins, Minho scrambled to sit up, and typed vigorously on his phone.
Me:
I saw that.
BangChan:
you’re awake?
Me:
no this is my ghost talking
boo
BangChan:
haha
I just got back
didn’t want to wake you
but I took a shower and yeah
Me:
you were never one for subtlety
BangChan:
I guess not
Minho looked at his phone, waiting for Chan to say something more. When it became evident it wasn’t happening, he settled back into bed and set his phone on the nightstand.
He closed his eyes and turned to the side. Then he turned to the other side.
This was stupid.
He kicked off the duvet and impatiently grabbed his phone again.
Me:
well?
BangChan:
well what?
Me:
send it again.
BangChan:
oh
There was a moment’s hesitation – at least Minho thought so – and then he received the picture that’d been deleted. He took a sharp inhale, nostrils flaring.
The photo was one taken from above, in dim light, pulling his boxers down to show off his hard dick and chiseled abs. His usual chain bracelet glimmered slightly on his wrist, so familiar, yet so deliberate, as if wearing it every single day was just for this purpose, to thoroughly fuck Minho up.
He had gotten one of these so many times, so why was he so out of breath and rock-hard in the first 30 seconds of getting it?
Chan had a very nice cock. So the reaction was natural, even if his body rarely reacted this fast.
Big, but not too big. Girthy. Slight curve towards the stomach. Nice mouthfeel.
Minho palmed himself, the touch dizzying, heat spreading all over his body. Shit. When did he get so pent up? He thought he’d been taking care of himself well.
Me:
I see my shaving job is holding up nicely
though you look a little red there
BangChan:
ugh it was so fucking itchy before
it’s finally starting to feel better now
how’s yours?
Fairly nice distraction.
He lowered his pajama pants, his cock springing free. He opened his camera, but then decided the bedside lamp wasn’t bright enough. He hid his dick behind his hand, zoomed in an uncomfortable amount, snapped a photo with flash, and then proceeded to send Chan the dubious shot of his balls.
Me:
[photo]
you think I wouldn’t notice the cut?
BangChan:
sorry :(
but wow look how nice and clean shaven you are
Me:
you mean to say my wrinkly nutsack doesn’t do it for you?
BangChan:
I want to say no soooo bad but frankly everything you do turns me on
I think I might have a condition
Minho pulled his lower lip with his teeth, trying not to allow a smile to split his face.
Me:
your dick looks bigger when it’s cleanly shaven
I like it.
BangChan:
yeah?
It took a minute, but this time Minho got a video.
It featured a similar angle as before, a bit closer to the goods this time. Chan’s long fingers wrapped around his length, his thin dainty wrist – dainty compared to the rest of him – moving up and down, dragging the foreskin, slow and deliberate. The head was flushed a pretty pink, the very tip glistening against the dark background, enhanced by the metal gleam of his bracelet.
BangChan:
how about now?
Oh, fuck him.
Blood rushed to Minho’s ears and his dick pulsed, holding it by the base lest it come off and make a hole in the wall to Chan’s room.
Okay, yeah, it was happening.
He propped his pillow and pulled himself up against the wall. He watched the video a few more times, stroking himself slowly to the rhythm of it. He didn’t want to rush it, actually; there were perks to savoring the moment.
Me:
I kinda don’t want to inflate your ego
it’s already too big
BangChan:
my dick or my ego?
Me:
yes
BangChan:
soooo
wanna help me out? :)
His typing thumb paused along with the pumping of his dick. He looked at the door, eyes narrowing, plotting.
Me:
I’m tired
too lazy to move
BangChan:
booo 👎👎
but I’m tired too
Had he miscalculated?
A tiny bubble of regret was just starting to break through the arousal when he heard a kick from the other room, followed by a yelp, and then a thump on the ground.
Me:
did you die
BangChan:
no
stupid nightstand
and water bottle
ffs
I was grabbing lube
A new video came through, a generous dollop of a transparent substance adorning the head of Chan’s cock. Next came his hand, palm smearing the lube in indulging circles around the head, before spreading it down across the shaft. His dick glistened, the glide smooth as his pace slightly picked up.
Me:
I can almost hear it from here
BangChan:
SHUT UP LOL
and this STILL turns me on
I fucking hate it here
Me:
mmm accept it channie
you’re here for life
BangChan:
the way it’s been going
yeah
are you jerking off?
Minho pulled his lips to the side, looking at his dick in his hand. He opened up the camera, put the cock between his fingers at the base, and then, while filming, whipped it one way then the other like he was waving a stick, and sent it to Chan.
He heard a noise that sounded a lot like an amused squawk from the other room.
BangChan:
why are you so aggressive with it
Me:
idk
BangChan:
it deserves love
and maybe a little kiss
Minho took another picture, an actual normal one with no weird zoom-ins, and stuck a carefully-placed sticker on the tip.
Me:
[photo]
mustache
BangChan:
you suck so much
Me:
it does deserve a suck you’re right
BangChan:
fuck
it does
you know it’s one of my favorite things in the world
and the little sounds you make
so fucking hot
Me:
since when do i make sounds
don’t answer that
I think I’m better off not knowing
so
if we both weren’t super tired right now
what would you do?
BangChan:
fuck
dangerous question
I guess it’s better to ask what I wouldn’t do
Me:
you’re not very good at this
BangChan:
I’m trying
I’m really horny haha
it’s because when I think about you fucking me
I almost cum
but when I think about fucking you
I also almost cum
riding you… or watching you ride me… sucking dick too and eating ass……………
why can’t we do all of it at once
you know, create a perpetual motion machine
Me:
will horniness bring about world peace?
maybe your brain is as big as your dick after all
BangChan:
shut up
A dull thump hit the other side of the wall startling Minho out of his shit-eating grin.
Me:
what did you throw
BangChan:
socks
Me:
why could I hear it so clearly
were they crusty
BangChan:
wtf
they were in a ball
I have a strong throw
Me:
so cum sock?
hot
BangChan:
-.-
well then, what would you do?
if we both weren’t super tired that is
obviously
Me:
obviously
but in your current state? easy
fuck those big brains out of you
BangChan:
👀
I’m listening
Minho closed his eyes for a second, stroking himself to the image of bending Chan over the edge of the bed. Chan gripping the cover, muffled moans in the mattress; Minho placing a hand on top of the small of his back, the other spreading an asscheek open. Tight, hot, wet–
He gasped, opening his eyes and gripping the base of his cock for dear life.
Close, but. Not yet.
Lube was what he needed.
He grabbed the bottle from his bedside drawer, the coolness of the viscous gel a welcome sensation. It gave him a moment to catch his breath and re-establish his pace.
With half-lidded eyes, the same fantasy reappeared where he’d left off, but with a blink, it started being replaced by a different one. A memory of a clear sky, fresh air, and an impromptu handjob basking in the glow of a golden sunset…
Me:
chan ah
remember that time a few months ago
on the terrace?
BangChan:
FUCK
that was so hot
like both the temperature and the handie
thank god no one walked in on us
I still think about it
we need to do more stuff outdoors
Me:
like that camping trip we’ve been talking about?
BangChan:
yes
omg
but we need to go just the 2 of us
Me:
not confident in your ability to stay quiet while I’m fucking into you?
BangChan:
fuckkkk
shut up
shut the fuck up
Me:
did you cum
BangChan:
no
do you think I wouldn’t be able to make you cry out?
yeah I love getting fucked by you
revel in it actually
but the times I get to make you fall apart on my cock? holy shit
Me:
I don’t fall apart
The irony of his words was not lost on him despite barely keeping himself together just at Chan’s words and the images they were collectively conjuring. Chan easily saw through his bullshit, though.
BangChan:
you do
just as much as you make me fall apart when you split me open
fuck
minho
this is what you do to me
[video]
Chan was rapidly stroking himself in it, cock slick and swollen. The sound of his panting intermingled with the obscene sound of fapping made the hairs on the back of Minho’s head stand up.
BangChan:
even with your stupid dick whipping video and mustache dick
it’s the same
Minho exhaled shakily, blood rushing to his ears as much as to his cock. He whipped his head around the room until it landed on a floor mirror in the corner of the room, an abandoned hoodie laid on top of it.
He scrambled out of bed until he sat on the edge of it, facing the mirror. The sweater obscured his face, but his thick thighs and throbbing cock were on full display, the dim light of the bedside lamp adding to the mood.
He wrapped a deliberate hand around himself, lifted the bottom of his shirt to his mouth, biting, and opened up the camera.
Me:
[video]
BangChan:
om
Minho huffed, breathless, at the dropped ‘g’ – he liked the idea of giving Chan a heart attack – and pulled back up to the wall.
He waited in anticipation, rubbing circles around the head with his thumb, the coil in the pit of his gut pulled so taut it was only a matter of time before it snapped.
One last video came in.
Quick strokes, breathy, lewd panting, as if he was right there in Minho’s ear, and then a choked groan – Chan came, white ropes shooting all over his abdomen, the sight mesmerizing.
Minho’s breath hitched, lifting the shirt back into his mouth without a second thought as he jerked off to the video, the sounds, to Chan coming to him, for him, over and over again.
He dropped the phone to the side, bringing a palm to the tip of his cock as he came, spilling wet and hot in his palm, eyelids fluttering and Chan’s moans ringing in his ears.
When he came to, Minho was looking up and heaving. He spit out the shirt and lifted it over his head with his less dirty hand, but before wiping himself fully, he took a picture of his cum-stained hand.
Me:
[photo]
if it’s any consolation, i’m not any better
Now that he got that out of his system, he could clean himself up, tossing the shirt on the floor once he was done.
By the time he tucked himself inside the duvet, cozy and toasty and tired, his phone buzzed in a reply.
BangChan:
[photo]
bow
It was a photo of Chan’s dick, pink and spent, with a bowtie sticker right under the head.
Minho burst out in a belly laugh, the sound ringing out in the silent room and the dead of the night.
Me:
so snazzy
a distinguished guy
BangChan:
do you think he and mustache guy go on dates together?
Me:
they have 3 cats and a dog
BangChan:
perfect
Still giggling to himself, Minho turned off the light and set his phone on the drawer.
In the dark, the door of his room creaked and a shadow slipped in. Soft footsteps on the floorboards, and his bed dipped. A heat next to him, but not touching.
“How was the dinner?” Minho asked, voice soft and sleepy. He brushed his pinky finger on Chan’s forearm.
“Okay,” Chan said, slowly tangling his arm with Minho’s. “Had fun. Happy I’m home, though.”
Minho squeezed his arm. Chan squeezed back.
The soft thumping of Chan’s heartbeat against his skin lulled Minho to sleep.