Chapter 1: When eyes meet.
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"Boring-ass news…" Thanos scoffs as he flips through the channels on the TV and throws a potato chip in his mouth, splayed on the couch lazily, chips next to his thigh, legs resting on the coffee table in front of him.
While he was scrolling through the channels, he saw his little brother walk past, his face covered as he stomped up the stairs.
Recently he's been coming home with bruises, black eyes, without a lunch box, and missing the money his mother gave him to buy himself something sweet.
Thanos had taken notice of Minsu's weird behavior, but every time he'd ask about it, Minsu would deny and sometimes flat out lie. Which is not like him at all.
The purple-haired guy put his chips on the small glass table and threw the remote control on the black leather couch. Running up the stairs to check on his little brother.
He turned to his right, and the door of Minsu's room slammed shut in his face. Thanos knocked on the door twice, "Minsu, boy. Open up."
He didn't hear anything except for a bit of shuffling behind the door. So, determined, he knocks again. This time a bit more aggressively. "Come on, open. I just want to talk, bro."
"L-leave me alone!" Minsu yelled; his voice was whiny, and he was definitely crying.
Thanos rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, tensing his biceps slightly. "Minsu, if you don't open this door, I'm going to break it down."
Without having to say another threatening thing, Minsu opened the door, puffy tears, swollen right eye, covering his arm behind his back.
"Minsu, what happened this time?" He tried to peek behind Minsu's back to see what he was hiding.
The shorter boy sobbed, "He just won't leave me alone—" he panted as he wiped his tears with the palm of his hands again, "He stole my—my new red car keychain, the one you got me for my birthday, and I was so happy to put it on my bag. But then he stole it and… and flushed it down the toilet."
Thanos paused. "Hold on, who's he? Who's doing this to you?!"
Minsu zipped his lips; if he told his older brother, he'd probably try to kill the person or do something too grand; he couldn't risk involving anyone in this.
"I can't tell. I already said too much; I should've never told you that." Minsu drags his damp hand down his arm, which was previously behind his back; red, purple, and yellow bruises covered his arms fully.
This enraged Thanos: the swollen eye on his brother's face, the bruises, the bullying. Oh no, whoever this was is definitely going to get their ass beat. He clenched his fists and bit his lip.
"Minsu, tell me who it is. I won't ask you politely again." He fumed, impatiently tapping his foot on the hardwood floor.
His younger brother sighs in defeat, "This one guy… N-nam-gyu. He's ruthless. The biggest bully among all of them. And he picked me to be his target."
Thanos grinned and put his hand on Minsu's shoulder. "Not for long, I'll tell you what… tomorrow when you come back home, take the alleyway, the one where druggies usually hang out."
"What?" Minsu gasped, "Why? Are you trying to get me killed?!" He frowns; Thanos obviously wasn't the brightest in the batch, but Minsu didn't think that he was this stupid.
The elder laughed, "No, I'm going to be there with you. But I won't show up till he does something to terrorize you. Trust me. I'll make sure it's the last time anyone will ever lay a finger on you."
Minsu was hesitant about this; so many things could go wrong, but he trusts his brother. So hopefully nothing too bad will happen.
Thanos ruffles Minsu's hair. "You're out at 3 tomorrow, right?"
Minsu glared at him and fixed his hair. "Yeah."
The guy nodded, "Right, I'll be there then. I'm excited to meet this Namsu guy. I haven't felt the thrill of pounding anyone in such a long time." He cracks his knuckles, oblivious to how weird his wording was. "Get a good sleep tomorrow, champ. You're going to need it." He leaves the room and closes Minsu's door gently.
Thanos entered his own room and locked the door, with no specific reason to do so; he just always did. It felt secure. He stared at himself in the long mirror on his wall next to his bed, and he raked through his fried purple hair. His roots were showing; he should get that fixed soon.
As he throws himself on the bed and grabs a ball to bounce on the wall, he starts to logically think about what he'd do to that prick who's picking on his sweet brother.
Actually, how old was this guy anyway? Maybe he's around Minsu's age, sixteen? Seventeen? Whatever, age didn't matter right now. A beating is a beating no matter how old you are.
But then again, it would be a little pathetic for someone of Thanos' age to get into a fistfight with someone possibly a year or three younger than him.
He snaps out of his thoughts and throws a small rubber ball at his messy desk; right, he had to finish a few projects. It's his final year before he graduates; the only reason he's the oldest in his class is that he was held back once. He also didn't go to the same school as Minsu.
Thanos' school is a little further away; he has to drive there every time, and it gets annoying sometimes. Especially when he's late.
"The essays." He scoffs, focusing on what mattered again.
.........
The next day at school Minsu was in class, scribbling in his notebook, not fully paying attention to what the geography teacher was on about.
Namgyu and his friends sat two rows behind him; they were throwing paper balls at him and laughing. How childish of them.
But Minsu didn't say anything; he just took it. Like he always does.
...
After the bell rings, Minsu starts to pack his things. But of course, nothing could go correctly for him. Nam-gyu came up and saw the stupid stickers on Minsu's notebooks and doodles in his notes.
He snatched the notebook and flipped through the pages. "Is all you ever do in class draw weird shit in your notes?" Nam-gyu snickered and hovered the notebook in the air, teasing Minsu, who kept trying to retrieve what was his.
"Please give it back," Minsu mumbled, reaching for the black notebook that the bully kept jerking back so Minsu wouldn't be able to get it.
Nam-gyu threw the notebook to one of his friends, who caught it and threw it to another guy, who threw it back to Nam-gyu. Laughter erupted as they watched Minsu pathetically try to reach for it.
This continued for a few minutes until Nam-gyu got bored and stopped giggling. "Alright, Minsu-ya. Here, you can take it back." He smiled and held it out for Minsu to grab.
Minsu smiled shyly, "T-thank you." But once his hand got too close to the notebook, Nam-gyu opened the notebook, tore a few pages off, and then tossed the book to the other side of the classroom.
"You're welcome." He snickered with his hand over his mouth, walking out of the classroom with his friends, who stuck to his side like they were glued to him.
.......
During break, Minsu tried to keep his head down and not look at anyone while he walked past and stood in line to buy something.
He was third in line; it was almost his turn to order something to snack on. But then, a hostile force pulled him back from the hood of his oversized white sweatshirt. And he had an idea of who it could be.
"Hey, Minsu, you're my friend, right? You wouldn't mind if I stood in front of you, right...?" Nam-gyu taunted, cutting in line without caring about what Minsu had to say.
They were not friends, the furthest from it actually, but Minsu obviously knew Nam-gyu was joking and trying to get a reaction out of him. Which didn't work because Minsu stayed quiet.
He was now fourth in line. That was until Nam-gyu's shitty friends also cut in line without saying anything to Minsu. He heard them chuckle and whisper a few things to each other, making fun of Minsu.
Seventh in line. What's the point anymore? He shook his head and walked back to sit at a table with a few people he was on talking terms with. They weren't really friends, but that didn't matter to Minsu, as long as he wouldn't have to sit alone.
Finally, he opens his lunchbox to see what his mother made him today. He was surprised to see two big cookies; she usually never packs sweets, but this was amazing. She also made him two sandwiches, one of which was ham with vegetables; it tasted almost like a burger.
The other sandwich was peanut butter and jelly with a bit of coconut flakes too. Delicious. Minsu picked up his ham sandwich and brought it close to his lips, but he didn't take a bite because Nam-gyu slammed his hand on the table. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?"
Minsu sighed and put the sandwich down. He turned to Nam-gyu but didn't look him directly in the eyes; he was too scared to. Nam-gyu's glare was scarier than any old horror movie in the world. Something about how every time he looked at Minsu he had that sharp focus in his eyes, which made it seem like he was plotting on how to kill the boy.
"What'd your mommy pack you today?" He asked, grabbing the ham sandwich and inspecting it. "Tomatoes? Seriously?! I told you I hate tomatoes. They're disgusting pig food."
He smirks, an idea sparked as he brought the sandwich closer to Minsu's mouth. "Makes sense as to why you eat them, you fat pig." He pushes the sandwich in Minsu's face and rubs it all over, making it fall apart, the ingredients ruining Minsu's outfit, his clean face, and his appetite. "Eat up." He giggles, snorting like a pig on purpose.
Minsu pushes Nam-gyu away and gets up; he leaves his lunchbox the way it is on the table and flings his backpack over his shoulder as he runs out of the cafeteria and down the hall to cry in one of the bathroom stalls.
Sniffling, he enters the boy's bathroom and slams the stall door shut before putting the toilet lid down so he can sit properly and curl up into a ball pathetically. Minsu tries to keep his crying quiet, biting his lip every time he feels like a loud sob is going to escape, making sure his uneven panting isn't too loud.
He can't understand what he did to deserve this; he's been nothing but nice to everyone around him. Even before he and Nam-gyu got on bad terms, he used to be polite to him, though he didn't respect him since he's a well-known bully. Minsu never stood up for Nam-gyu's old victims, and now he understands how it feels. Back at the cafeteria everyone just watched, and nobody did anything to stop Nam-gyu. Some people even laughed along in the background.
Minsu wipes his tears; he can't do this anymore. He's tired of the humiliation, the pestering, the teasing, just everything. Sometimes he feels like it's best to just end it all. It's not like anybody would remember him since he's invisible to everyone around him.
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The school bell rang; the sound of freedom echoed throughout the halls. Students trampled each other as they fought to get to their lockers.
Minsu was one of the kids getting stepped on, because, of course, he is.
He gets to his locker, puts his books back, and throws the bag over his shoulder again. This time when he shut his locker, Nam-gyu wasn't there like he always used to be. He didn't creep up on him this time, thankfully.
But it actually made Minsu feel more uneasy. Was Nam-gyu planning something devious again? Who knows…
Minsu walks out of the building, fresh air finally hitting, warm sun beaming. Today's weather was amazing.
As he walks past the gate, he feels like someone's behind him, watching him. He can practically feel the eyes from behind burn his back. But, this time, Minsu was actually glad that he was being followed.
It was all going according to plan. He just had to pass by the alley where Thanos promised him he'd be and then get his revenge.
Minsu hears the footsteps from behind walk faster and much more aggressively, almost as if they were stomping, filled with rage.
The person behind Minsu speeds up their walking pace, getting dangerously close to Minsu as he's walking. And so, Minsu does the first thing he can think of: run.
He runs to the far alley, and just as expected, the person from behind, who Minsu assumes is Nam-gyu, chases after him.
Finally, Minsu can see the alley much more clearly now; it is still as dark as ever, though, making it more unsettling.
Once Minsu walks into the alley, he sees a few people smoking next to the big trash bins. And most importantly, he sees a very familiar figure against the wall, with flashy clothes, accessories, and purple hair that was almost glowing in the dark.
Nam-gyu pins Minsu against the brick wall and grabs him by his neck. "Where did you think you were going? You think you can run from me?" He laughed very sinisterly.
He raises his fist, but before he could officially throw a punch at Minsu's already ruined face from the day before, someone grabs his fist and stops him.
"What do you think you're doing?" A low voice growls in Nam-gyu's ear.
He freezes, and Minsu slips away and runs off. Leaving Nam-gyu alone in this dark alley with a seemingly upset stranger.
Nam-gyu turns around; he breathes in and out and decides to act tough. He won't let this moment ruin his self-confidence.
...
When Thanos first makes genuine eye contact with the shorter boy, he feels a fluttering pang in his stomach, and his heart slams hard against his ribcage.
The boy had a serious look on his face, a tightened jaw, a narrowed gaze, and a contorted mouth; his dark black locks fell to his shoulders and fluttered slightly in the wind.
Thanos paused for a moment; he never believed in myths or childish stories, but honestly, he felt like he had been struck by one of Cupid's arrows.
His mouth dried up, and he gawked at the guy, who also didn't attempt to look away.
Nam-gyu got nervous; he could feel the sweat forming on his forehead, but his gaze never faltered.
Thanos' grip on the guy's hand loosened slightly because he was so lost in thought. Nam-gyu took this as an opportunity to jerk his hand back; this snapped Thanos back to reality.
He almost forgot the entire point of coming here; he's supposed to be beating the shit out of Nam-gyu right now. But instead, he found out something new about himself.
"Are you going to keep staring at me? Freak…" Nam-gyu spat out, cold and honest.
Thanos held his breath; it's extremely rare for him not to have anything to say. He's the type of person who never shuts up and has a response for everything, but right now he had no idea what to say.
Nam-gyu glared back; he had the opportunity to leave, but he didn't. He thought it was funny how starstruck this guy looked; it seemed like he was high off something.
Thanos can't just keep staring like a weirdo, but he couldn't help it. The rush and fuzzy feeling it gave him felt euphoric; at this point he probably had hearts in his eyes like a cartoon character.
Nam-gyu got bored with this creep; he wasn't saying anything, just staring. The eye contact they made was making Nam-gyu feel weird; he couldn't tell if it was disgust, captivity, or anger.
When he felt a blush creep up on his face, it was then that Nam-gyu knew it was time to go. He pushed the guy aside and shoulder-bumped him, muttering an insult under his breath.
Thanos pinched himself and chased behind the guy, "Wait!"
Nam-gyu turned around and saw the guy walking hastily to catch up to him. "What do you want?! Dork."
Thanos stood in front of Nam-gyu, who had stopped walking. Their height difference was funny; Nam-gyu's head reached just a tiny bit above Thanos' shoulders. "Hey, you know that boy you were bullying. That's my brother."
Nam-gyu stalled, his face was dead serious until an arrogant smirk slowly formed till he started laughing out loud, "Ah, so that's why you're such an odd moron. Runs in the family, I guess."
Thanos was going to melt; it was difficult to pay attention to what the guy was saying; all he was focused on was his lips and the way they moved around.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. The point is, you'd better leave him alone. I don't want to keep seeing him so sad and beat up all the time." Thanos babbled.
To Nam-gyu, his words didn't matter at all. He crossed his arms, and his offended mug said more than words ever could. "How about you tell your little brother to stop being such a wuss all the time. Maybe then people would stop picking on him."
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Chapter 2: Coincidence
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That night after Thanos finished up the essays he had due, he lay down on his bed; he wasn't tired even though it was 2 am. Maybe the fact that he lied to his brother about "taking care" of his bully had something to do with it. It was making him feel guilty, especially after seeing the wave of relief wash over Minsu's face.
How was he supposed to tell Minsu that he ended up basically eye-fucking the guy instead?!
But damn, that guy—what's his name again? Gyoo something? Nam... Oh yeah! Namsu. Such a cute name; it matches his soft yet bruised pretty face so well.
Thanos turned to his side and reached for his phone; the bright screen almost burned his eyes. He rubbed his eyes and unlocked his phone; his stomach grumbled. Of course, he's hungry at such an inconvenient time like this.
He didn't want to get out of bed or even prepare anything to eat; he felt too lazy and didn't want to do anything that took too much effort. Then, an idea occurred to him. He could just put on jeans and walk to the gas station; it's open 24/7 anyway. He could buy himself a few snacks and try to take things off his mind during the four-minute walk there.
Thanos got up, zipped up his black and light Adidas jacket, and reached under his bed for socks that had probably been there since Jesus's resurrection. He didn't bother to change his red flannel pajama pants. Sure, he looked like a homeless junkie, but who cares? There's probably nobody else there except for a worker.
. . . .
Thanos pulled the hood of his zip-up over his head and immediately walked to the snack section. He pointed an unsure finger at the products stacked on the shelves. Chips, gummies, instant ramen, chocolate, cookies, and more colorful packaging. He was unsure of what to get.
But after a moment of deep consideration, he reached for the shrimp-flavored instant ramen, and just as he began walking to pay for the item, he heard a loud and angry voice scream at presumably the clerk working the register.
"I am eighteen! Can't you read the numbers on the ID?!"
Thanos got closer until he saw it. He saw him. Oh god…
"This looks fake. "I'm sorry I can't sell you cigars unless you have another form of—" the clerk rambled before getting interrupted by that same pissed-off voice.
The guy groaned, "Well, fuck you! You can't even do your job right, stupid waste of space."
The long-haired guy threw the pack of cigars at the woman who was behind the register before stomping out.
Thanos blankly blinked before setting his ramen on the counter; the woman didn't react and scanned it. "That'll be 3,308 won." She held her chin and rested her weight on her hand.
"Actually, can you add the pack of cigarettes too? I just, uhm, suddenly got in the mood to smoke." He forced out a friendly chuckle.
She shook her head as if she knew what Thanos had in mind but still scanned the pack with an ugly photo of fried lungs on the cover.
Thanos shoots her a smile and pays with his card, small plastic bag in one hand and the cigarettes in the other.
When he walked out, he expected Nam-gyu to already have walked away, but he was right there, standing behind the door once Thanos pushed it open.
Nam-gyu didn't look at the taller man; instead, he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall covered with spray paint. Thanos didn't get too close; he made sure to stay at a reasonable distance.
Without making any eye contact or even acknowledging each other's presence, Thanos finally finds enough confidence to start a conversation. "You look young. Why do you smoke?"
Namgyu turned to Thanos but couldn't see his face that well because of the dark and the fact that his hood was covering most of his head. "Why are you asking? It's none of your fucking business—"
Thanos opened the pack and handed Nam-gyu one of the tobacco sticks. "I'm not judging."
The boy tilted a brow but accepted without hesitation; he pulled out a lighter from his pocket and lit the cigar almost immediately after he held it between his fingers. "Whatever."
It got a little quiet; Thanos didn't know if he had it in him to start another conversation. He's never felt this way around anyone, ever. Not even around his exes. What exactly is this feeling?
"Why are you handing out cigarettes to teens at 2 am? You creep. Are you going to kidnap me now?" Nam-gyu blew smoke in Thanos' direction, but their eyes never locked properly.
The older guy laughed and threw the pack in the plastic bag before pulling out his vape from his jacket's pocket and taking a puff. "Maybe..."
"If you're going to harvest my organs, I'm just going to warn you, they probably aren't worth much anyway." Nam-gyu took another drag and turned his head to the side as if what he was saying was as casual as saying hello.
"I won't actually harvest your organs. I just felt bad for you, I guess. I used to be like you when I was younger. The same angry and sulky look, the smoking, bad attitude—"
Namgyu rolled his eyes hard and put a hand on his hip. "I never asked, did I?" He scoffed, his tone mocking and satirical.
"Mean. I like you; you're funny." Thanos grinned. Their conversation definitely wasn't going too smoothly, but Thanos liked that. It wasn't boring, and it just felt normal.
Namgyu tried to look at Thanos directly, but the guy kept turning his head. "Why do you keep hiding your face from me? Are you really that ugly?"
Thanos chuckled, "Yeah, don't want to scare you away."
"Just let me see; if you're going to kidnap me, I at least want to know if my kidnapper is hot." He stood in front of Thanos and kept trying to look beneath the hood.
The guy stopped turning his head. "Fine." But instead of pulling the hood off his head, he took a puff of his vape and blew smoke on Nam-gyu's face.
"Agh! Fucking son of a bitch!" He pushed Thanos against the wall he was already leaning on and waved his hand around his face to air out the smoke.
Thanos held his stomach and laughed; it wasn't even that funny, he just liked Nam-gyu's reaction.
"You're so annoying." He threw his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his shoe. "Give me another." He extracted his hand.
"Say please first." Thanos teased, reaching for the small box in the plastic bag.
Namgyu gave him a dirty look. "No, give me one, you jerk." He brought his hand closer to Thanos' face.
The guy pulled out one stick of tobacco and held it close to Nam-gyu's face. "Not gonna give you one if you won't at least say please."
Nam-gyu tried to steal it from between Thanos' fingers, but Thanos had a faster reaction and jerked his hand back. "No, come on, boy, say it."
"I'm not going to say please. What do you think I am? A weak bitch?" Nam-gyu tried to reach for the cigar again, but this time Thanos held it next to his own face.
Thanos smiled, "Just say it—"
Nam-gyu pinned the taller man against the wall and managed to stare at him directly in the eyes, piercing through his soul. His eyes dilated, and he gasped, "You, again?!"
Thanos' smile got wiped off his face instantly. "Hi, again…" He tried to play it off and even tried handing Nam-gyu the cigar as a form of apology.
"Are you stalking me?! You weirdo!" He stomps on Thanos's foot and snatches the apologetic offering from the guy's hand before moving away.
"No! No! It's not like that at all, I swear! I was just trying to get a snack, and then I saw y-"
Nam-gyu shook his head in disbelief and with an amused slight grin on his face, "Fucking unbelievable…"
Thanos zipped his mouth shut and froze again, his confident persona shattered in seconds.
"I shouldn't have taken your cigarettes," he says as he sucks in the nicotine and blows out smoke once again. "Probably laced this with a drug so you can—"
Thanos interrupted Nam-gyu right then and there, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, man. Calm down, I'm not going to drug you. Why do you assume I'd do shit like that?"
"Because you're a creep. A stalker."
"It's not like that at all! It's just a coincidence, okay?! I mean, what are you doing out this late anyway?"
Nam-gyu sneered, "None of your business." He turned his head so he wouldn't have to look at the older guy.
It got silent again, the wind flailed through Nam-gyu's raven locks, and his side profile got more prominent under the dim light of the moon and streetlamps surrounding the gas station. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down every time he'd inhale and exhale the smoke. The sight made Thanos drop his plastic bag; he was hypnotized.
Thanos should've taken a picture to cherish this forever. But that probably wouldn't help his case since Nam-gyu already sees him as a stalker.
"Are you going to keep ogling at me? Fucking twit… Just like your ugly brother." Nam-gyu laughed like a mean girl, giggling bitterly; every word that came out from his pretty plum lips was adulterated with pure venom.
Thanos picked the bag up from the ground and walked away without saying goodbye.
During the walk back home, he couldn't stop thinking about Nam-gyu's snarky remarks and how, even though he said them with such hatred, his voice was still honeyed somehow. His menacing chuckles, giggles, and snickering were like music to Thanos' ears.
Fuck, this guy... he's just so perfect. Like a deity, worthy of worship. Maybe Thanos was being dramatic, just a little bit. But the point still stands: Nam-gyu was a pleasure to behold.
Hell, if Namgyu ever asked him to get on his knees for him, Thanos is sure that he'd do it in an instant with zero hesitation, like the pathetic fuck that he is.
But that'd never happen, ever. Nam-gyu just perceives Thanos as a weird stalker.
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The next day at school, Minsu gets pinned against a locker and grabbed by his collar. He desperately squirms to escape from Nam-gyu's grasp.
"I'm not going to hurt you." Nam-gyu smirks, very obviously lying.
Minsu pauses for a moment and tries to hear Nam-gyu out just this once. "Please—don't."
Nam-gyu raises his fist. "Just want to send a message to your shameless brother…" He balls his fist and throws a punch across Minsu's face, hitting his left eye.
"Tell him that I'm not interested in him. Kay?" He laughs as he walks away, holding his phone in one hand and texting someone.
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Notes:
Uhbohhhhhhhhh Minsu's gonna hateewweeeeee thanos
Chapter 3: For you, I would...
Summary:
To summarize this entire rollercoaster of a chapter:
0. Wet dream.
1. Thanos and Minsu talk again, Nam-gyu didnt stop bullying him
2. Thanos goes out to search for Nam-gyu who he of course finds.
3. Thanos and Nam-gyu talk, feat: sexual tension and awkward tension
4. Thanos finds out Nam-gyu is sick and twisted
5. Thanos does something very bold
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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"Mhmm!!! Oh my g-god! Thanosss…" Nam-gyu moaned beneath Thanos, arms around Thanos' neck, legs spread and bracketing Thanos' hips; he was beautifully lying against the bedframe of Thanos' messy bed with crumpled sheets.
Thanos was buried completely inside Nam-gyu, hands on his flat chest, playing with his tender nipples as he loudly breathed.
He has no clue how this happened; his mind was fogged, ridden with lust, too lost in the sauce to even bother remembering anything before this.
Thinking straight wasn't an option when Nam-gyu's gorgeous self was a moaning mess under Thanos, "Thanos-hyung!! I can't—can't hold it in anymore!" He whined; his voice sounded so different but somehow still the same.
Thanos wanted to lean in and kiss Nam-gyu; he was inches away and crept in closer, closer, closer until their lips were grazing. He puckered his lips, but just before he could press their lips together-
BEEP- BEEP- BEEP-
He woke up with messy hair, drool spilling out of his mouth, and droopy eyes. He rubbed his eyes groggily and blinked a few times to try to understand what had just happened.
He looked down at his sheets, and it just then hit him… there was a tent in between his legs. It didn't take much "research" to find out what it was.
"Ughhh, what the fuck?" He groaned and pulled the sheets off his body, and surprise surprise, morning wood. And not just that, his pants where his dick was hard were damp.
Thanos covered his face and dragged his hands down his face in embarrassment. A wet dream? Seriously? It just can't get more miserable than this.
Or can it?
He threw himself back on his bed; he thought it was maybe 6 am, but when he stared at the clock next to his nightstand, he saw "9:30 AM" flashing in eye-damaging red.
Oh yeah, amazing, he's late for school too. Whatever, that didn't matter anyway; he hardly ever attends anyway. All he does is work on assignments at home so the school knows he's at least keeping up with schoolwork.
He covers himself with the soft dark purple sheets again and turns to his right side with an earth-shattering sigh as he reaches for his phone, which was under his pillow, and slides his hand down his pants.
Thankfully, by now Minsu and his mother should be at school and work, so he's home alone.
He unlocks his phone and struggles with typing with only one hand, but he somehow makes it work and scrolls down on a porn site. Nothing caught his eye. Just basic boring shit, gangbangs, Japanese fetish videos, weird "teen" tropes, and so on.
Damn, life sucks so much that even porn got boring. He eventually just clicks on a video of an Asian girl with short black hair getting fucked by a tall guy who looked white yet asian at the same time. The guy looked young; he had his ears pierced, bleached hair, and was built really well.
The girl was pinned on her pink puffy bed, bows in her hair, face slathered with makeup to make her look unrealistic. How can someone with self-respect stroke one out to such a stupid and weird video?
Thanos shrugs to himself and dryly strokes himself as he watches the naked girl arch her back with the man's arms around her hips as he pumps into her mercilessly. She holds on to the sheets for support while she obnoxiously moans. It's not even hot, just annoying.
He was about to click off until he realized just how much she looked like Nam-gyu from the back; they had almost the same haircut, and it turned Thanos on way more than it should've.
Thanos puts his phone down and reaches for the lotion he had hidden behind his pillow between the mattress and bedframe, pumping out the white liquid on his hand that he later slides back down his pants.
Holding his phone in one hand once again, pleasing himself slowly till he works the pace up to something a little faster. The moans from his phone get even louder somehow, which gets Thanos' eyes glued to the screen.
The lady got picked up and fucked. She buried her head in the crook of the man's neck, which hid her face, making her hair stand out once again. Thanos couldn't help but imagine that it was Nam-gyu and himself instead.
But if Thanos were given the chance, he wouldn't go that rough on Nam-gyu even though he's a snarky bitch who deserves it. He'd hold him close like almost a hug and fuck him delicately; he'd kiss his lips with care and caution and hold him by his pale waist loosely as he thrusts inside of him. With every thrust would come a compliment, praise, and loving phrases.
His strokes get faster and wetter after thinking about such perverted daydreams. It felt wrong to think about the guy like that. Thanos wasn't just attracted to him because of his looks but also because of his voice, snappy comebacks, mean attitude, and bluntness.
Thanos moaned softly; he didn't even need to watch the video anymore. He could get off to the thought of Nam-gyu sitting on his lap, on his dick, on his face.
He hits his head against his wooden bedframe and looks up at the ceiling fan in his room as he gets lost in thought again. Imagining himself getting stepped on by Nam-gyu, spat on, hit, slapped, and choked.
Thanos bites his lip and furiously moves his hand up and down; he bites down on his lip so hard to the point that he tastes the blood on his tongue. "Pretty—so pretty." He huffs. "Namsu… what a name." He weakly laughs to himself, melting into the mattress as he chases his high.
"Nam-su... oh, God."
. . . . .
Thanos hears the doorbell ring and forces himself out of bed; he fell asleep again after he finished pleasuring himself. It's an automatic response.
He runs down the stairs, rubbing his eyes with his unwashed hands with zero shame, opening the door to reveal a crying Minsu with another black eye.
This can't be for real. "Holy shit, are you oka—"
Minsu pushes through Thanos and scurries up the stairs, "LEAVE ME ALONE."
"What happened?! Can you just tell me instead of—"
The door of Minsu's bedroom slammed shut with a thunderous clap. The sobs coming from upstairs were loud enough to be heard from downstairs; it hurt Thanos more than he could even process to hear Minsu cry like that.
Thanos had an idea of what could've happened that led to Minsu coming back home like this. He knew what it was—who it was.
Just thinking about him made Thanos want to puke, but not in a bad way, in a way that he didn't understand completely. The feeling was a nice, ticklish sensation that made a mad red blush cover Thanos' pale and hard face. It felt wrong.
To feel this way about somebody who torments his little brother is wrong. Cruel, selfish, and a little evil even.
Thanos stepped up the stairs and knocked apologetically on Minsu's white door. "Minsu, my boy, open. I just want to—"
"GO AWAY! I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE." Minsu shouted, curling up next to his bed on the hardwood floor, covering his face as he rocked back and forth while sobbing.
Thanos banged hard on the door. "Fuck! Minsu, I just want to talk. Open."
For a moment, Thanos raised his fists again and wanted to pound on the door again, but he heard the lock click and saw Minsu again. Just like last time, it felt like a memory repeating in his head, except this was very real.
Minsu dragged his finger around his bruised eye. "You didn't help. You made it all worse; he thinks of me as more of a twerp now because I asked you for help and you didn't even do anything!"
Thanos shot his hands up in the air and acted shocked, "Whatttt!! No, of course I did. I beat that bastard so hard into the ground he—"
"He told me to tell you he's "not interested." He called you shameless." Minsu hiccuped, his salty tears raining down his face.
Pang—rejection. Brutal and uncalled for. Though Thanos never actually confessed to anything, he didn't do anything to imply he was even interested in Nam-gyu to begin with, but it's like the dude could read minds.
"I- I'm..." Thanos sighed and scratched the thought out of his head. "Look, I just couldn't do it because I saw a specific look in his eyes. He's obviously hurt; you can't fix a hurt person with a beating. That's not how it works." Thanos lied; he actually had no idea if Nam-gyu was genuinely hurting or not. Thanos was just saying anything at this point to defend Nam-gyu.
Minsu's pout droops even further. "So that means it's okay for him to pick on other people and me? That's not fair."
"No-no. Of course not. It's just hard to explain…" Thanos stammered; even he himself didn't know what he was on about.
"Just… get out." Minsu pointed at the door behind Thanos and sighed, rubbing his puffy and unharmed right eye.
Thanos clicked his tongue in frustration and shot his head back. "Minsu, you know I care about you. But in a situation like this—"
"I SAID GET OUT!"
"Fine. Fine." He scoffs and scratches the back of his head, walking out and gently shutting the door behind him. Oh, this sucks so much.
How was he supposed to help Minsu if he couldn't get himself to harm Nam-gyu? And Nam-gyu doesn't seem to be affected by his and Thanos' last talk at all.
Thanos bellyflopped on his bed and groaned loudly. How late was it? The clock on the nightstand reads "3:20 pm." Greatttt... actually, that gives Thanos an idea. A bad one too.
Maybe Nam-gyu would still be hanging around school. Maybe near the deli that's close to the school, or maybe the park...
Okay, this surely isn't helping the stalker allegations. But he really wanted to see Nam-gyu, and now he has an excuse to. A really bad one, but still.
Thanos beamed and jumped out of his bed. He sprinted down the hall to the bathroom and washed his hands, then his face, and stared at himself in the mirror for a bit.
He held his own face and inspected every inch of it—his jaw, chin, eyes, eyebrows, mouth, and even his teeth. He wanted to look extra charming today.
.
His closet was a mess, but he still managed to pick out something to wear that looked half decent. He picked out a white Nike sports T-shirt that was just the perfect amount of tight; it wasn't uncomfortably stiff, it felt just perfect, and it allowed Thanos' conditioned muscles to seem more prominent.
He put on grayish jorts, which were a little raggedy at the bottom, and rummaged through the drawer built into his closet and put on Nike socks that were a little long, going a bit further up his ankles.
When it came to accessories, Thanos had a ton. Iron rings, bracelets, necklaces, chains, earrings, and you name it.
He was about to leave until he remembered his most prized possession at the time, his iced grape vape. He took one puff and put it in his pocket along with his phone and put his earbuds in his ears.
Now he was ready to go.
. . . . .
The first stop was the deli. It's a small shop but was stacked with everything. Thanos ended up walking around the entire deli at least twice without a single trace of another human being besides him and the shop owner.
And just to be nice and not look suspicious, he grabbed a bag of Doritos and a Red Bull. He smiled nervously at the man and paid without starting a conversation. He just wasn't in the mood to.
.
The next stop was the park, where most people who hang out aren't kids; most of the time they're delinquent teens. There was nothing left intact except for the slide and one of the two swings.
Thanos pulls his vape out of his pocket and brings it close to his mouth as his eyes wander around the park. There was nobody here. Damn it.
But, whatever, it's not that big of a deal, right? Even though Thanos put so much effort into getting ready and everything, it's such a shame that—
Thanos' train of thought crashed once someone's shoulder bumped him so hard he's sure it caused a bruise. He put his hand on his shoulder and rubbed it angrily, "Hey man! The fuck is your prob—"
When the guy turned around, Thanos was on the verge of losing his balance. His luck is just impeccable. When Thanos saw that evil fucking smirk, he smiled back instantly, except his own smile was more sweet and genuine.
Namgyu.
The black-haired guy sat down on one of the swings; the other swing next to him was broken, only hanging on by one thread. He didn't swing through; he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, one that Thanos recognized instantly.
So that's where the pack went! Thanos knew he wasn't going crazy when he couldn't find it in the plastic bag. Seems like there's a second excuse to talk to Nam-gyu. Life is suddenly worth living.
He approaches Nam-gyu and hovers next to him. Nam-gyu looks up at him, cigarette in his mouth and lighter close to his face.
"Are you sure you want to do that? Aren't you afraid you'll burn your face?" Thanos spoke up.
Nam-gyu flicked the lighter twice until a big flame erupted, and he lit the cigar with it, dropping the lighter on the ground carelessly. "Oh, fuck off, dipshit. Why are you here again? Aren't you too old to be here? Or did you come here in hopes that you'd see me again so you could leer at me like a deviant?"
"It's not like that! I was here first, with no intention of anything wrong. I just wanted to—uhm—relive a childhood memory. Is that such a crime now?"
Nam-gyu didn't respond; he blew out smoke and slowly moved back and forth on the swing. "It will be when you turn forty and you're still hanging around parks made for kids."
"You're making it weird! Dude—" Thanos chuckled.
Nam-gyu cuts him off, "I'm not your "Dude" don't get it twisted. Just because we've spoken before and you bought me shitty cigarettes doesn't mean we're on neutral terms. I'm still weirded out by you and the fact that you just keep appearing everywhere I go."
Thanos swallows hard and looks around awkwardly, speechless. "I-I, uh, wa-wanted to—"
"I-I b-beep beep b-boop. Make up your mind; you're stammering like a fool." Nam-gyu laughed and threw the half-finished cigarette right at Thanos.
What was Thanos even supposed to say back? Talking to Nam-gyu is like trying to run a marathon without legs—impossible.
Nam-gyu fished in the pockets of his baggy jeans and pulled out a heart-shaped lollipop. He ripped the wrapper off and threw the lollipop in his mouth. "All those muscles of yours are honestly pointless when you can't even stand up for yourself in a conversation. Pussy."
Thanos' hands balled into fists, and he chewed on his bottom lip. "Such a shame your personality doesn't match your face. Maybe if it did, people would like you more." He accidentally spills out.
Nam-gyu paused and popped the lollipop out of his mouth, pointing it at Thanos accusingly, "What exactly do you mean by that?"
"Nothing. I meant nothing by that—forget about it. It was an inside thought." Thanos sighed; he watched Nam-gyu squint his eyes and slip the red heart-shaped sweet in and out of his mouth.
Thanos' lips dried a little, his gaze lingered, and he couldn't stop watching Nam-gyu's pretty lips mould around the shape of the candy and suck on it.
He felt heated, and it seemed like Nam-gyu could tell because he flattened his tongue and stuck it out, dragging the lollipop up and down.
Thanos snapped his head to the other side; he was getting too carried away, and if he stared any longer, he'd get hard on the spot.
He could hear Nam-gyu's wicked chuckles. Nam-gyu knew exactly what he was doing; he was pure evil. "Faggot." He muttered in between his mean giggles.
Thanos was losing the plot; he was here so he could possibly talk Nam-gyu into leaving his brother alone. That's why he's here. No other reason. Definitely.
"I should get going, but before I go, I want to ask you something." Thanos breathed in and out.
Namgyu crushed the hard candy between his teeth. "My answer is no."
"I didn't even ask you anything yet??" He put his hands in his pockets and pulled his brows together in a frown.
Namgyu throws the plastic stick that remained on the ground. "I'm assuming you're going to beg me to leave Minsu alone again. My answer is no. Maybe you should teach that twerp some self-defense or something."
"That's not what I wanted to ask."
Namgyu raises a brow in suspicion and moves around on the swing slowly. "What then?"
"I want to ask why you do it."
Awkward silence dawned on them once again, like it always does. Until Nam-gyu finally decided to speak up.
"Because it's fun. Watching weak mutts like your brother crumble completely is fun. Watching him cry like a bitch is funny. The way his face turns red, how sweaty he gets, how ugly he is in general when he cries. It's hilarious." Nam-gyu explained, there was a hint of genuineness in his voice, and a spark of true passion too, like this is what he was born to do.
It was concerning.
The fact that this was the type of person that Thanos was crushing on was even more concerning. But Thanos believes that Nam-gyu could change someday. He can't stay like this forever; that's just impossible.
"Can't you just choose someone else to pick on? Look, I honestly don't care who it is that you bully. Just not Minsu. It seriously hurts to see him so broken. I know he's weak, I know he's easy to pick on, but—"
Nam-gyu mockingly pouts, "Oh, boo-hoo. I don't care. You can keep talking all you want, but nothing will change. I don't care about how you feel; I don't care about how your brother feels."
He got up from the swing and got close to Thanos. "Actually, because you keep creeping on me and eyeing me down like the sickening pervert that you are—"
Namgyu got all up in Thanos' personal space and harshly pushed him. Thanos didn't lose his balance, thankfully.
"I'm going to do even worse. I'm going to make sure your precious little brother kills himself."
Another rough push, and Thanos crashed against the tree behind him.
"I'm going to make sure he doesn't have a single day of peace. You think what I've been doing for the past couple of months is bad? You're not prepared for what else I have in mind." He smirked; his tone was unsettling, and his eyes were sharp and dangerous.
"And you probably won't even do anything about it. You'll just lick the bottom of my shoes and beg me to stop like you're doing now."
He grabbed the taller man by the collar of his shirt. "But I won't. I'm not stopping until I see that twerp dead, that disgusting waste of space six feet under the ground. Your brother is a disgrace to humanity, actually. I believe that people like him should die. They don't contribute to society anyway; they just waste oxygen."
Thanos' heart was torn; hearing those cruel words from Nam-gyu about Minsu made him sick. He doesn't understand why Nam-gyu is so full of hatred. He's not just a bully; he's a demented monster.
But Thanos didn't lose any of his feelings for Nam-gyu. In fact, it pulled him in even more. He gained more curiosity than before as to why Nam-gyu is the way that he is.
Nam-gyu expected Thanos to respond to him negatively, push him to the ground, and beat him, insult him, and berate him. But he didn't.
Thanos' eyes softened even more somehow; he stared into Nam-gyu's eyes with such care and concern it made Nam-gyu even angrier.
"Say something!" He shook Thanos by his shoulders angrily.
Thanos put his hands on Nam-gyu's shoulders, which caught the other by surprise. And without saying anything, Thanos pulled Nam-gyu into a hug.
A hug?
A hug?!
Nam-gyu froze for a split second; he felt Thanos caress his back gently. "I don't understand you at all, but touch is universal." He whispered in Nam-gyu's ear.
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Chapter 4: All I can think about
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Nam-gyu froze for a split second; he felt Thanos caress his back gently. "I don't understand you at all, but touch is universal." He whispered in Nam-gyu's ear.
"You don't have to be like this, Nam-gyu; you have so much—"
Nam-gyu kicked Thanos' thigh with his knee and punched his stomach, "Fuck you." He stomped on the same foot as last time; this time he made sure it hurt more than the time before.
Thanos held his stomach and gazed at Nam-gyu in the same exact loving way; even after all the damage that the other guy had caused to Thanos, he still smiled at him.
"You think—you think you know me? You think I'm some sort of weakling? You think that a hug will make me any nicer to you?" Nam-gyu's voice croaked; he didn't have a cocky smile on his face anymore. His eyes weren't deathly sharp anymore, but their venom never waned. His confidence and big guy persona were shattered, and Thanos could tell.
He could tell that the comforting embrace changed something in Nam-gyu. Though Thanos couldn't tell if it'd be a change for the good or for the worse. One thing is sure, though: he's willing to take a gamble.
...
Nam-gyu grabbed Thanos by his hair and brought their faces closer to each other, noses barely touching, stealing breaths from each other. "If I see you one more time, I swear to god I'll slit your throat wide open with my fingernails, you fucking asshole!" Nam-gyu shouted, his voice scratchy as if he was about to cry.
Thanos winced from the pain and put his hand over Nam-gyu's hand, which was holding him by the hair. Nam-gyu didn't waste a second and swatted his hand away. He tugged even more on Thanos' hair and forced his head to hit the tree behind him.
"You are just as disgraceful as Minsu. If not, even worse." Nam-gyu locked eyes with Thanos and felt a tear drip down his cheek. But he couldn't allow Thanos to see a sliver of weakness, so he spat on his face. "Rot in hell, Thanos."
He finally let go of Thanos' hair and grabbed his lighter from the ground before walking away without turning back once.
Thanos stayed pinned against the tree and watched Nam-gyu walk off; the guy pulled his hood over his head and had his hands in his pockets as he walked off.
"Worth it." Thanos muttered under his breath in a scratchy voice; he wiped Nam-gyu's spit down from his right cheek to his lips.
The pain he was in was unbearable; his scalp burned, his foot felt electrocuted, and his back felt like it had been broken in half.
"I love you." Thanos laughed weakly to himself as his tears trickled down his face. He had never been too fond of feelings and what they meant, but this—what he's feeling now, what he feels around Nam-gyu—that's love. He's more than just sure of it.
And it hurt. It felt nice, but it hurt so much. Loving someone like Nam-gyu was like trying to light a candle under the heavy night rain.
You might as well give up.
But Thanos wasn't a quitter. Nam-gyu can hate him all he wants; he can stab Thanos' heart repeatedly, but that will not stop Thanos from showing him love.
Nam-gyu's threat didn't scare Thanos; it intrigued him more. He won't give up so easily on Nam-gyu. He just got started.
. . . . .
"Bastard—fucking son of a bitch…" Nam-gyu mumbles, still fuming, as he jiggles his keys into the door to unlock it. He pushes the damaged wooden door open, and the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, burned plastic, and cheap women's perfume penetrates his nostrils.
Home sweet home or whatever.
Nam-gyu sees his mother and father on the couch; his dad had a beer bottle in his hand and his other hand over his mom's shoulder. A very rare occurrence when his parents are on good terms; it hardly ever happens.
He doesn't bother to say hello or even make his presence known; he just walks past them, down the hall to the very last room. His own room.
The door slams shut behind him, and he locks it. He stills for a moment, staring at his disgusting mess of a room.
A pile of clothes next to his closet, his bed, which was against the wall, was a mess, the posters on his walls were each hanging on by one thread, his black carpet had visible bleach splotches, and his desk had a mountain of paper towels with old dried-up blood from the last time he got too carried away and picked up a blade. His thighs still hadn't recovered yet.
He angrily grits his teeth and opens the window next to his bed and desk to allow some fresh air inside his room, which reeked of cheap cologne and acetone.
That fag, he thinks he's so much better than me. Doesn't he?
Nam-gyu throws himself on his messy bed and covers himself with the soft black bedsheets.
Why would he do that? Does he pity me? Does he think I'm weak? Piece of shit. Die.
He pulls his knees closer to his stomach underneath the sheets and shuts his eyes; the only thing he could think of was Thanos' derpy smile, his glistening eyes, his fried hair, his fresh scent, his flashy style, and his nice and big hands that looked like they were sculpted by god himself.
Thanos was a show-off in Nam-gyu's eyes; he's perfect, and he knows it. He probably thinks that Nam-gyu is insecure, and that's why he's so nice to him.
Well, he's wrong. Nam-gyu isn't insecure. He isn't sensitive, and he isn't feeble or frail. He doesn't need Thanos' stupid fucking hugs or his shitty sympathy.
Nam-gyu squeezes his eyes shut and sighs deeply; he can't stop thinking about the guy. He's incapable of forgetting Thanos' nauseating, warm, and gentle gaze.
The way he wrapped his hands around Nam-gyu's torso and pulled him closer, how he whispered a weirdly comforting phrase in his ear so effortlessly. It felt so natural, like Thanos was a close friend; he didn't feel like a stranger to Nam-gyu anymore, and that was starting to tick him off.
He just can't understand that pathetic man. After everything Nam-gyu told him, after all the insults, the pushing, the punching, and everything, he still willingly hugged him and spoke to him kindly. He was so weird. So fucking embarrassing. It's kind of hot.
Nam-gyu made a dirty face because of that thought. Thanos was really starting to get to him, oh god… Nam-gyu should just kill him the next time he sees him, which probably won't take long since Thanos just appears to be everywhere where Nam-gyu is at.
It's obvious that Thanos was stalking him; he's fucking obsessed and not even trying to hide it. Nam-gyu swears he hates him; he hates Thanos and Minsu. Both of them are twerps.
But something about that attention was flattering. Nam-gyu never had anyone give him that kind of attention or thought. But Thanos did.
And it's making Nam-gyu lose his mind. He's conflicted on how to feel about Thanos now. Every time he thinks about him, new thoughts appear. A new opinion forms. Almost like his mind was trying its best to start liking him for some reason.
. . . .
That night, at 1 am, Nam-gyu went out wearing his baggy ripped jeans and a basic T-shirt to go to the gas station. He couldn't deal with himself and the depressing atmosphere of his room; he needed fresh air.
He entered the gas station and saw the same clerk from last time; he just rolled his eyes and walked past to the aisle with the slushy dispensers. The colorful and tooth-rotting iced drinks seemed like something Nam-gyu needed at the moment to relieve some stress and feel something nice. He couldn't smoke because he had already finished the pack from last time, and he couldn't buy another one since he didn't even have his fake ID on him. He forgot it at home. Great.
Now he was hoping to see Thanos buy it for him. Which is weird. He doesn't want to see Thanos. He doesn't know why he's acting this way.
The fucking loser had him brainwashed. Now all he can ever want is to see Thanos again just to insult him again and beat him. Maybe that'd also help him with his stress. Or maybe it'd make it even worse. Who knows?
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It's been a few days, maybe four days, since Nam-gyu last saw Minsu. The loser hadn't been showing up to school, and Nam-gyu is sure Thanos had something to do with it. That stupidly sexy bastard thinks he can get away with this??
Nam-gyu has been frustrated these past couple of days because he had nobody to take his anger out on, except for a few stupid girls and two scrawny guys. But it wasn't the same. Minsu was the only one with funny reactions; these losers were nothing like him. Ugh, why can't anything in Nam-gyu's life go right for once??
...
After school, Nam-gyu waves his "friends" goodbye near the lockers, and by waving them goodbye he means telling them that they're cunts and giving them the finger.
He stuffs his books in his white and bland locker all the way across the long hallway from where his friends were. He never really took school seriously, so he had no reason to take any books back home or anything like that.
Speaking of home, he's going to take the same way home, like always. Straight forward, then to the left, then he crosses the street and goes through an alleyway. Not the one from last time where he first saw Thanos. Okay, stop—he needs to stop thinking about him.
Nam-gyu's life is interesting enough for him to think about other things and not just that purple-haired moron.
He doesn't even care about Thanos; it's not like Nam-gyu has been going to the gas station almost every day in hopes of seeing that cocky face one more time.
It's not like he played with the empty packaging of the cigarettes that Thanos bought him every day at night, wondering what would happen when they'd meet again, wondering if Thanos would eye him down in that same way that always makes Nam-gyu's face heat up.
Yeah, sure, he always barked insults at Thanos every time he caught him glancing. Sure, he told Thanos that he was a gross pervert; sure, he also threatened to slit the guy's throat open. But it's because he deserves it for being so—just so clamorous.
Who does he think he is? Making Nam-gyu feel all this weird puke-inducing fuzz in his stomach the more he thinks about Thanos' face.
Maybe that's his plan; maybe he's trying to get to Nam-gyu's head so he can take advantage of him and out him for being gay and weak as revenge for all the shit he did to Minsu.
Well, Nam-gyu isn't going to let that jerk get to him. He's not going to show even a bit of kindness to him anymore. Not like he ever did, but still.
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Nam-gyu didn't even realize how long he had been thinking for; he didn't get far from his locker; he was mere steps away from it, actually.
A loud sigh laced with frustration and boredom escapes from his lips as he walks out of the school building, faced with a ton of students chatting, probably waiting for their parents to pick them up, teachers breaking up fights, and the list just goes on. There's so much going on that it's starting to make Nam-gyu's head hurt.
As he pushes through the crowd of people, his head snaps in an instant when he spots a familiar vibrant head of hair next to the school gate talking to a teacher, a stack of papers against his chest, a wide grin on his face, and those seductive eyes completely focused on the teacher as she talks.
Nam-gyu pauses, holy shit. Why is Thanos here? Why would he ever come here? He doesn't even go here.
He watches as Thanos scratches his nose and chuckles, and just that alone makes Nam-gyu want to grab him by the collar and spit in his face lovingly.
The green leaves of the flowered and flourishing trees surrounding the school rustled, rays of sunshine peeking in between them; a small ray of the perilous sun landed on Thanos' cheek while he was laughing and saying something to the taller woman in front of him.
Nam-gyu thinks that Thanos deserves to suffer for his cruel beauty, his mesmerizing charm, and his annoyingly attractive antics.
Before Nam-gyu could turn his head and walk the other direction, it was too late. Thanos already spotted him and happily waved at him. He dismissed his conversation with the teacher and gave her one last respectful small bow before averting his attention back to Nam-gyu, who still didn't move.
It was as if he was glued to the ground. His hands balled into fists, and he changed back into the same unstable and irritated Nam-gyu that Thanos knows.
Thanos happily skips over to Nam-gyu and puts his hand on the other guy's shoulder, "Nam-su! I didn't expect to see you so soon again."
Nam-gyu pushed Thanos' hand away. "What's your fucking problem? Don't touch me."
"Right—shit, my bad." Thanos jerked his hand back and awkwardly snickered; he wanted to add something to the conversation, but Nam-gyu beat him to it.
"And it's Nam-GYU." Nam-gyu pointed with his fingers to his own lips as he repeated his name, "GYU." He purposefully exaggerated the pronunciation. "Do I need to spell it out for you too so your feeble brain understands? G-Y-U."
Nam-gyu continued babbling mockingly, treating Thanos as if he were a baby learning his first word. Thanos, on the other hand, didn't seem to care; his gaze was locked on Nam-gyu's lips as they moved while he insulted every atom of Thanos' being.
Thanos nodded like a brainless zombie; his smile was lazy and relaxed, and he was mentally not there. Mentally, he was lost in thought about Nam-gyu's lips. God, he's so cute.
After a while, Nam-gyu stopped after realizing where Thanos was directing his attention to and stayed silent. His lips stopped moving, and he bit down on one of them.
Thanos blinked a few times before breaking the awkward tension. "I'm sorry, what were you saying again? I was a little zoned out." He put his hand on the back of his neck uptightly.
"Forget it. I don't even know why I'm talking to you." Nam-gyu clicked his tongue and turned around, but of course, Thanos just had to stop him before he could even lift his foot.
Thanos tapped Nam-gyu's shoulder. "Wait—have you heard... the gas station dropped the cigarette prices a little?"
"Okay, good for them. I don't give a shit; now let me go." Nam-gyu bitched.
Thanos' unsure and nervous smile turned back into his usual smug one. "I'm not holding you back; you're the one who's choosing to stay to listen to me."
Fuck, when did he turn into such a smartass?!
Nam-gyu stammered a bit and slurred over words and breaths, "You think you're so fucking funny, don't you? You asshole." He hit Thanos' shoulder.
Thanos rubbed his shoulder; it was the same shoulder that Nam-gyu bumped the last time. This guy really knows how to make pain last.
"I know this is sudden, but... do you think you could meet tonight? Same spot as before?" Thanos asked, changing the topic out of nowhere as he shut his eyes and braced for impact.
Nam-gyu's face twisted in confusion and disbelief. "I'm not your fucking friend. Meet up? You are so miserable."
Thanos shot his shot and fumbled horribly. But he still had to play it cool.
"You don't have to be my friend. Think of it as an arrangement then."
"No, actually, I won't. Because I'm not going. Seriously, who do you think you are?" Nam-gyu scoffed and turned again; this time he actually started walking.
Thanos frowned but still yelled for him, "Eleven pm!"
Nam-gyu looked back one last time and stuck his middle finger up in a way that made it feel like a threat. "Go fuck yourself!"
. . . .
Now that Nam-gyu thinks about it, he's kind of starting to regret saying he wasn't interested in going.
As he sits at his messy and disgusting desk trying to finish his homework, his thoughts consume him. Why would Thanos ask him something so bold so suddenly?
Maybe he had something planned…? No, he wouldn't plan anything for Nam-gyu. That's a stupid thought; Nam-gyu is not special enough for anyone to care that much about him.
But still, the questions linger and start to really piss Nam-gyu off for some reason. Maybe this was another one of Thanos' schemes to make Nam-gyu think about him even more.
Maybe he was just doing it to trick Nam-gyu into going, just to be faced with nobody and get humiliated.
That fucking dimwit. Nam-gyu is much smarter than Thanos; he is not falling for any of his stupid tactics.
But... it is almost eleven pm; there are just twenty minutes left until the clock on his wall will hit the number eleven perfectly.
Why is he even considering this?? This is so idiotic! He doesn't even know the guy that well, he doesn't understand him, he doesn't like him, and he doesn't want anything to do with him!
Thanos just keeps appearing out of nowhere and treating Nam-gyu as if they've been friends for years, which is just weird. And the worst part is that Nam-gyu didn't actually hate it as much as he swore he did.
Nam-gyu puts his pen down and pushes his books off the desk with a loud groan and holds his own face in his hands, running one hand through his hair.
He looks up at the clock again; fifteen minutes.
... hmmm
"Oh fuck it, whatever." Nam-gyu stands up and slips his pajama pants down to get ready.
He chose to go in a split second; he didn't know why, but it felt like something was pulling him to Thanos.
It felt like the universe sent Thanos to Nam-gyu to make Nam-gyu soft. Obviously that won't ever happen though.
As Nam-gyu grabbed his phone and put it in his pocket, he looked back at the clock: ten minutes. Good, just enough for him to be able to walk peacefully
He hopes that Thanos is actually there...
. . . .
Notes:
Sorry that its so short and took me so long💔💔 ill do better i promise
Chapter 6: My liquorice boy.
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Thanos flicked his lighter over and over again, leaning against the wall of the gas station next to the entrance. He sighed and peeked at his watch; it's currently eleven and twenty minutes. He did show up earlier, so maybe that's his fault.
Or maybe Nam-gyu just wasn't coming as he said. Thanos flicked the lighter once more, and this time the flick wasn't accompanied by a flame. Thanos kept trying to get a small flame from the lighter, but it didn't work.
He groaned in frustration and threw the lighter to the hard ground, crushing what remained intact with his shoe.
"Throwing a hissy fit over a lighter?" Nam-gyu spat out as he stood in front of Thanos; a piece of plastic from the black lighter landed next to the other guy's shoes. "You're so childish." Nam-gyu mocked like he always does before crushing the small plastic too.
Thanos smiled; it took him a moment to process that Nam-gyu was genuinely standing in front of him. "Yeah, guess so." He chuckled sheepishly.
"You're a slow walker, aren't you?" Thanos grinned, saying anything on his mind to start a proper conversation.
Nam-gyu stood next to him but kept his distance, his shoulder against the wall and his arms crossed. "You should be lucky I even showed up. I'm only here for the cigarettes."
"I am glad you showed up; I never said I wasn't. It's just surprising; I mean, isn't your house nearby here? Five minutes or so walk?"
Nam-gyu cocked a brow and pressed his lips into a line, glaring at Thanos. "How exactly do you know where I live?" He asked in suspicion.
Thanos felt his heart drop to his stomach and the sweat forming. He raised his hand and pulled his fingers together in a ball. "You said you wanted cigarettes, right? Let's go then!" He smiled anxiously.
Nam-gyu suddenly got grabbed by his arm and dragged into the gas station; he didn't even have a moment to process it, and his feet moved on their own.
Thanos pulled them to the register since the cigarettes were stored behind it. Nam-gyu tugged his hand back and pushed Thanos by his shoulder, "Dipshit, I told you not to touch me last time." He grumbled.
The clerk stared at them awkwardly; her hair was in a messy ponytail, and she looked like she had seen better days. "What can I get for you?" She asked lowly.
Thanos pointed at a pack of cigarettes. "That one, please—oh yeah, and also one lighter."
She reached her hand out. "I need to see an ID."
He immediately fished his phone out of the pocket of his baggy jorts and opened his neon yellow phone case to pull out his driver's license. "Here."
The lady held the ID close and inspected the information and Thanos' face before nodding, "Alright." She hands the plastic card back and turns to get the cigarettes and a purple lighter.
"Your total is 40,207 krw." She blinked like a lizard as she chewed her gum.
Thanos reached for his card in his back pocket and slid the card into the card-reading machine. "Accepted."
He let out a sigh of relief and happily grabbed the items. "Thank you!"
The lady ignored his thanks and started scrolling on her phone.
Nam-gyu just stood there silently during the entire thing; it's not like he had anything to say anyway. He followed Thanos back outside and watched the guy fumble with the pockets, attempting to open them, but he didn't have long nails.
"Fuck! Why do they seal this shit in such a difficult way?!" He angrily moaned, trying to rip the packaging apart.
Nam-gyu rolled his eyes and snatched the pack from Thanos. "They don't. You're just a dumbass." He pierced the sealed pack with his nails and was able to rip the plastic. "Embarrassing, throwing a fuss over something so little at your grown age." Nam-gyu shook his head as he pulled out one of the tobacco sticks and handed the pack back to Thanos.
"I'm not that old; you're treating me like I'm forty." Thanos laughed as he grabbed a cig and lit the front with the lighter.
Nam-gyu reached his hand out, expecting Thanos to hand him the lighter. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Give me the lighter."
Thanos was about to give it to Nam-gyu until he stopped himself and smirked, "Come and get it, boy." He pulled his hand back and hid the lighter behind his back.
"Why do you have to be such a fucking dick?! Just give it to me." Nam-gyu shouted, standing in front of Thanos, trying to walk behind Thanos, but the guy ended up throwing himself against the wall.
Thanos grinned from ear to ear. "Okay, I'll give it if you apologize to me."
"In your dreams." Nam-gyu kicked Thanos' knee; the guy winced, and his eye twitched, but he didn't move.
Nam-gyu whined and got even more pissed off when Thanos held the lighter above his own head of purple hair, "Just apologize and I'll give it."
"I said no." Nam-gyu was almost Thanos' height; their height difference was maybe a few inches. He reached his hand above Thanos' head and got close to him without even realizing it.
Thanos' smirk never dropped; he kept jerking the lighter back every time Nam-gyu would get too close to it. "Just once—come on!" Thanos ended up dropping the cigarette from his mouth.
Nam-gyu accidentally got too close, too much in Thanos' personal space; their noses touched, and that was what made Thanos turn serious.
He looked at Nam-gyu's face and directly in his eyes; Nam-gyu didn't seem to care much because he finally got the lighter.
Did Nam-gyu know that their lips were genuinely millimeters away? Had he even noticed that their noses touched?
Thanos' loud breathing was what ruined Nam-gyu's moment of pride; it's what made Nam-gyu lock in and notice just how genuinely close they were.
He looked at Thanos with wide eyes, but he didn't move. Neither of them did. They just stayed silent with heavy eye contact.
Even though Thanos was equally as shocked as Nam-gyu, his eyes were undressing Nam-gyu and exploring his body inch by inch. A deep red blush formed on Thanos' face.
Nam-gyu licked his dry lips; he should move away. What is he even doing?!
Thanos' nose softly tapped Nam-gyu's nose again, his arms ghosted around Nam-gyu's waist, not yet touching him, but their presence was there.
Nam-gyu's breath was shaky; he was drunk on the feeling of Thanos' eyes on him in this manner. He knew that Thanos always had his eyes on him, but not like this; this time it felt much more difficult to explain how it was making Nam-gyu feel.
Thanos eventually cleared his throat to break the awkward tension between them, but it just made it worse. Nam-gyu stepped back and anxiously flicked the lighter, burning the front of the cigarette in his mouth.
"You're a prick; I hope you know that." Nam-gyu turns his head and puts one of his hands in the pockets of his large jeans which would've been slipping off his hips if it weren't for the belt he was wearing.
Thanos watched Nam-gyu intently as he sucked the nicotine out of the cigarette and blew out the ugly smoke. He kept his cigar between his lips and rubbed his hands together, probably because of the summer night breeze.
"Are you cold?" He asks a simple question; surely Nam-gyu would react normally. Right?
Wrong, "Shut the fuck up, why do you always have to talk?! Always with your stupid questions and statements nobody cares about."
"I was just asking; you seem like you're frozen stiff." Thanos blows out smoke and taps the cigarette, allowing the ash to trickle down to the ground like snowflakes. "I'm with the car; if you want, we can just sit there. I won't talk, I swear." He puts his hand on his heart and smiles.
Nam-gyu turns back to Thanos. "You think I'm stupid? Why would I ever sit in a car alone with you?"
"It's not about sitting alone; we can keep our distance. I'm fine with that. It's just a suggestion." Thanos throws the small bud on the ground and mashes it.
Nam-gyu hugs his own chest and spits the cigar out, "Fine, whatever. Where's your shitty car?"
Thanos points to the black shiny car parked behind two other cars; it looked almost new but not too flashy. It was casual and really nice. "There."
"Your car is fucking ugly."
"Right. Whatever you say." Thanos shook his head and rolled his eyes playfully as he took out his car keys and unlocked the car from afar as he walked towards it. Nam-gyu followed him.
Thanos opened the door of the backseat section and got in. Nam-gyu was a little surprised as to why he'd choose the backseat specifically, but he nonetheless got in too.
The car was much warmer than outside and smelled of floral cologne and vape. Nam-gyu sat across from Thanos, the middle seat separating them.
Thanos pulled one of his knees to his chest and stared out the window, which was half opened for fresh air. Nam-gyu was unable to look out his window since he was resting his back against it, his knees pressed to his chest, and his head resting on his knees.
It was just starting to hit him how late it really was. Without a word, Thanos pulled out a small Ziploc bag from underneath his seat and revealed one big pre-rolled joint. Holy shit.
He swept his thumb on the top of the lighter and lit up the blunt, taking a hit almost immediately. The smell penetrated Nam-gyu's nostrils, eugh.
Nam-gyu extended his hand. "Give." Was all he said, curling his fingers and stretching them back out repeatedly until Thanos looked back at him and smiled. This time he didn't do anything foolish and handed the joint to Nam-gyu.
Thanos traced his finger down the window, outlining the shape of a star. "Have you ever wanted to just be like—air?"
Nam-gyu coughed because of accidentally inhaling the rancid smoke; he wasn't too used to this. He handed it back to Thanos and stayed silent.
"I wish I could be as free as the wind, just moving everywhere without having to think, without even being conscious." He took another hit before handing it back to the inexperienced Nam-gyu.
Nam-gyu sighed, "Do you even know how stupid you sound right now?" His leg relaxed and stretched out on the car seat. His foot was poking Thanos' thigh.
"Yeah, I know. Nothing that comes out of my mouth is logical; honestly, nothing I do is logical. I just do shit to do shit."
Nam-gyu laughed lowly; his laugh wasn't bitchy, or mocking, or mean; it was genuine. Thanos could tell because he had never heard Nam-gyu laugh like that before.
"Yeah, I can tell. Nothing about you as a person is logical." Nam-gyu added, exchanging the joint with Thanos again.
Thanos smiles. "I suppose so. Nothing about you makes sense either." He took another puff, keeping the joint between his fingers this time. "You have such a pretty face, but your words don't match your look at all. You look sweet when you're actually very bitter."
Nam-gyu snatches the blunt from Thanos and takes a hit. "The hell are you talking about?"
"Dude, seriously. You know what you are?" Thanos makes direct eye contact with the guy. "You're like those sour star candies. They look so sweet, but once they land on your tongue, they taste bitter and sharp."
Nam-gyu glared at Thanos from the corner of his eye. "Man, just shut up and smoke. You promised me you wouldn't talk."
"Oh, right. Sorry." Thanos turned his head back to the window; the way he apologized was making Nam-gyu feel something he's never felt before: remorse.
Especially because Thanos was talking so passionately about Nam-gyu, describing him in such thoughtful words, words that Nam-gyu wouldn't use to describe himself. Not to mention how he was literally comparing Nam-gyu to candy.
. . . .
Thanos and Nam-gyu pass the blunt back and forth without a word or even looking at each other. Well, Thanos at least. Nam-gyu had his eyes locked on the other guy's backside. He wanted to say something but had no clue what to say. And the fact that he was absolutely baked was not helping at all.
"Hyung—" Nam-gyu crawled over to Thanos and looked at him with big, puffy red eyes.
Thanos was taken aback by the sudden nickname; it didn't feel normal coming out of Nam-gyu's mouth. But Thanos was sure as hell not complaining. "Hm?"
"This tastes horrible, like I'm smoking dog shit. I'm going to be sick." Nam-gyu complained and pushed Thanos' hand back when he tried giving him the blunt. "You can smoke that crap by yourself. It's making me feel funky as shit."
Thanos simply nodded and kept it between his fingers. He wanted to turn his head back to the window since he knew Nam-gyu wasn't a fan of getting stared at, but just at that moment, Nam-gyu put his hand on Thanos' thigh.
"Did you lace this shit, bro? It feels like my body is on fire." Nam-gyu snorted lazily.
Thanos peeked at the hand on his thigh, and his face heated up even more than it already was; he felt like his insides were made of lava. "Me too. That's just part of it, I guess."
"Is wanting to kiss you part of it too?" Nam-gyu smiled like a dork; it was clear he was out of his mind. Weird how fast things can escalate; just a moment ago he was telling Thanos to shut up and turn away, but now Nam-gyu was the one all over him.
Thanos was unable to form proper words; he sighed in and out deeply to compose himself. "Think so."
Nam-gyu traced his hand back and forth on Thanos' thigh. "You said I'm bitter and sharp like sour candy," he laughed.
Thanos snickered, "Yeah, I'm sorry, I don't know what I was trying to—"
"But sour candy can still be sweet." Nam-gyu whispered, sending shivers down Thanos' spine as he inched his face closer.
Notes:
Why is everyone so shy to comment, I'm the nicest person ever i swear bru
Chapter 7: Untouched young lust.
Summary:
Tw!! Pathetic Thanos and needy Nam-gyu.
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Thanos' jaw went slack, and his mouth opened just as wide as a small mousey hole. His eyelids dropped slightly, and he relaxed a little. "N-nam-gyu..."
Nam-gyu leaned in and opened his mouth too; he put his hands on Thanos' shoulders and tilted his head just enough for their noses not to be in the way.
And right at that moment, their lips locked like a puzzle. Thanos held Nam-gyu by his back. His heart was thumping so fast he thought he was going to faint, his body burned up to the point that it was unbearable, his cheeks flushed pink, and his lips felt amazing against Nam-gyu's plushy lips.
Nam-gyu kissed intensely, as if he was trying to eat Thanos and not just kiss him. Like he was starving for Thanos' tongue and spit.
To Thanos, this was as logical and normal as "two plus two equals four." But to Nam-gyu, it felt so wrong that it had to be right.
Nam-gyu slipped his tongue into the kiss and ate the inside of Thanos' mouth with his sloppy and unbothered kissing; drool spilled down his chin, and he didn't care. He wanted more.
Not just kisses, but to feel. To touch, grasp, tug, stroke, pull, lick, swallow, and cry.
Without even thinking, his hand found its way underneath Thanos' shirt and caressed his fit stomach, so soft and warm but also hard.
Thanos took it as a green light to fiddle with the zipper of Nam-gyu's zip-up, revealing a graphic tee, which Thanos lifted to allow his hand access to Nam-gyu's flat stomach.
Nam-gyu hummed into the kiss; this wasn't his first kiss, but it made him feel things he didn't know he could experience.
Thanos held Nam-gyu's bare waist with one of his hands and felt up and down the burning hot skin. Nam-gyu's lips curled into a smile, and he pulled away from the kiss with one loud inhale. Catching his breath.
They both locked eyes again, and Nam-gyu erupted into laughter. Thanos didn't understand what was so funny, but he chuckled regardless. "Fuck, did we seriously—seriously just..."
Nam-gyu grabbed Thanos by his neck and connected their lips once more. He pulled Thanos and himself down; Nam-gyu lay on the car seats, and Thanos hovered above him.
Thanos could practically feel the blood rushing to the tip of his dick; his fingers trailed to Nam-gyu's nipples, and he gently caressed them at first, just testing. Nam-gyu's back arched, and he laughed even more, breaking the kiss once again.
"I can feel you." Nam-gyu reached for the visible clothed erection. "You're such a virgin. All we did was kiss." He laughed even more till his red eyes watered.
Thanos scorched with shame and embarrassment, did he really get hard this fast? No way. He turned his head back to the side and breathed heavily; he couldn't look at Nam-gyu anymore.
He can't handle looking at Nam-gyu when he's right below him, his hair parading around his head like some sort of shiny black crown. That dopey smile on his face, his bare exposed abdomen with his shirt lifting even higher. Thanos was going to cream his pants like a loser for sure.
Nam-gyu grabbed Thanos by his chin and forced their eyes to meet again. "Keep your eyes on me, hyung." He demanded, fiddling with the zipper of Thanos' jorts.
Thanos nodded, face still red, thoughts still all over the place. He felt his jorts slide down to above his knees, and not even a second later, Nam-gyu's hand rubbed his clothed erection. He huffed because of the friction.
Nam-gyu mumbled something that Thanos was unable to catch and pushed Thanos off of him, "Sit up." Nam-gyu continued. Thanos obviously listened; he sat straight and leaned against the window, and Thanos watched as Nam-gyu spread his knees to the side and got between them, lying on his stomach, facing Thanos' bulge directly.
He smiles up at Thanos and pulls the band of his boxers back before propelling it back at his skin with a loud thwack that stung. "Do you think I'm pretty?" He asked, completely out of nowhere, as he tugged at Thanos' boxers with another noisy thwack.
"God—yes, Nam-gyu, you're the most beautiful guy I've ever seen in my entire life." Thanos shakily answered, feeling the sting of another hit from his boxers.
Nam-gyu smiled again and teasingly pulled the cloth covering Thanos' dick down just enough to reveal more of his V-line. "Tell me more…"
"I don't know where to begin; you're so perfect. Your face looks like it was handmade by a divine God. You're every guy's wet dream come true, or at least, mine." Thanos fawned, running his fingers through Nam-gyu's hair.
Nam-gyu has never been this submissive in his life before. This wasn't his first time having sex; it's not new to him. But he's not usually like this. Usually, he's much more degrading, harsh, and just not like whatever he is now.
But, fuck, something about Thanos' purple happy trail hiding behind his loose T-shirt, his V-line, the size of his bulge, and how genuine his voice was when he complimented Nam-gyu made Nam-gyu want more.
"Have you been dreaming about me? Imagining me like this in front of you?" He lazily grinned; the words rolled off his tongue so naturally that it didn't even sound like a weird question.
"Ever since I first saw you." Thanos admitted. He thought that Nam-gyu would berate him, make fun of him, or hit him.
But he didn't; instead, he slowly pulled the black boxers down and smiled when Thanos' dick sprang free. "I've been thinking about you too, thinking about you above me, about you holding me in your arms, my lips against yours." Nam-gyu wrapped his dry hand around Thanos' length with a hard grip.
Thanos was beyond shocked that Nam-gyu would ever admit to something like that. The feeling seems to be mutual since Nam-gyu laughed at his own words before letting go of Thanos and coating his hand with spit.
"Big. I didn't expect that from you." Nam-gyu moved his wet hand up and down, stroking Thanos' dick before bringing the tip to his lips and wrapping his lips perfectly around it, licking and sucking on it like he was trying to milk Thanos.
Thanos covered his mouth with his hand and whimpered; he put his free hand on Nam-gyu's head and gently patted him.
Nam-gyu pulled away and pushed the stray hairs that fell down his face back behind his ears; he stuck his tongue out and looked up at Thanos as he toyed it around the guy's smooth tip.
"Oh my goddfffff... baby, you're going to make me come like it's my first time." Thanos panted; he was half joking and half serious.
Nam-gyu twirled his tongue around the marshmallowy head of Thanos' dick and slowly took in more of the length till he was near the half. Thanos' head dropped to rest on his shoulders, and he moaned. "Fuck—fuck, watch the teeth, please. I'd appreciate it if my dick stayed intact after this." He weakly laughed.
The younger guy took more of Thanos' length until he gagged and started coughing. The vibrations stimulated Thanos' sensitive dick even more; the feeling was comparable to heavenly bliss—it just felt surreal. And even though Nam-gyu's teeth grazed the fragile skin, the pain got drowned out by the pleasure, so it didn't matter much anymore.
Thanos hummed and played with Nam-gyu's hair, "My pretty boy."
Nam-gyu hoisted himself back up and wiped his drool-covered chin and mouth, still coughing, catching his breath. He sat in front of Thanos and just stared at his dick with half-lidded eyes.
Thanos just then noticed that Nam-gyu was just as hard as he himself was. He was about to say something about it until Nam-gyu spoke up first, "Condoms—do you have any?"
"Uhhh, yeah. In the glove box." Thanos got up to reach for the glove box, which was in the front of the car, but kept his head down since the car was a little cramped.
But Nam-gyu had other plans. He grabbed Thanos by his wrist and yanked him back to sit. "No, stay."
"I'm not going anywhere; I just need to get some cond—" Thanos attempted to explain, but Nam-gyu frowned and interrupted.
"Forget it, who cares. I'm not waiting another second." Nam-gyu pulled his own pants and underwear down and bracketed his legs around Thanos' hips as he sat on his lap, dicks rubbing without even having to try. The size difference was prominent; Thanos was at least three inches bigger and a little girthier.
Thanos spat on both of their cocks and started stroking both at the same time. Nam-gyu squeaked and let out a low cry; his head fell forward on Thanos' shoulder, which he then mouthed to muffle his lewd sobs.
"Nam-Namgyu, I'm going to finish. Oh fuck fuck fuck." Thanos grunted.
Nam-gyu immediately shot his head back up and slapped Thanos' hand away from both of their dicks. "No! Not yet, please."
"I can't hold back, please, please let me come. You're torturing me, baby." Thanos basically cried; his eyes welled up, and he could sense the tears forming. He could just finish himself off if he wanted, but he didn't want to piss Nam-gyu off.
Nam-gyu lifted himself and positioned the tip of Thanos' dick right below his entrance. "No, I need this. I need you." He hissed, dropping himself down and loudly yelping as he felt himself get penetrated.
Thanos groans and holds Namgyu by his waist, "Shit! I-I can't! So fucking tight. Baby, you're killing me!" He huffed.
Nam-gyu moved himself up and down slowly, trying to build up a steady pace; the sting was unbearable. It wasn't his first time; it was, in fact, his second, but it felt just as painful as the first.
The sting, the burning sensation, the feeling of getting stuffed till it feels like your insides are getting punched. Tears drip down Namgyu's face as he bounces on Thanos.
Thanos embraces Nam-gyu and pulls him closer than he already was into a warm hug and kisses the side of his face. "Love you—I love you so much." He chokes out breathlessly.
Namgyu's cries intensify, "S-shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up!" He yells as he grits his teeth because of the overwhelmingly painful buzz.
Thanos slams into Nam-gyu so deeply he finally reaches the spot that makes Nam-gyu literally wail. His hips continue to jerk up, repeatedly abusing Nam-gyu's sensitive spot.
He holds Nam-gyu's face and kisses him like it's the last time he gets to do so before getting pushed away.
"Thanos—I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna c—"
"Nhhhhaaaaahh!!!"
With one last harsh ram, Nam-gyu and Thanos finish at the same time. Nam-gyu covers his and Thanos' stomachs in his load, and Thanos fills Nam-gyu's inside with his warm semen.
. . . .
At this point, the car reeked of sex and weed. Nam-gyu's and Thanos' loud gasping and breathing were the only things to be heard. They've been in the same position for at least a few minutes, hugging each other with Nam-gyu's head on the hollow of Thanos' neck.
Thanos softly brushes Nam-gyu's back in silence.
Nam-gyu closes his eyes and melts into Thanos' soothing touch, which might be the first time Nam-gyu ever does such a thing. He never appreciated hugs or pats or anything too loving since it felt out of place and weird for him.
But this didn't. It truly felt like Thanos' arms were made just so they could hold Nam-gyu close and nestle him.
Thanos plants a short-lasting kiss on Nam-gyu's head, "You're so gorgeous."
"Sometimes I hate looking at you because I know I'll have to look away eventually, and I'll only get to imagine your face when my imagination comes nowhere near your angelic features."
Nam-gyu stays silent, no response, just his synchronized breathing.
"I love you so much." Thanos whispers.
Notes:
Also sorry this chapter genuinely sucks so much and i almost forgot about it but one of my friends reminded me to post so shoutout to sonia🔥🔥🔥
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