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Tuesdays belonged to Minho and they had since pre-debut. Even if they had to be apart for a solo schedule or family visit, they made it a point to video call and catch each other up on their news. It had been their routine for over 8 years now and no one dared to try to interfere anymore. Sometimes it was a movie night, other times they would put on face masks, sip soju, and gossip. On rare occasions, they would fool around, but that didn’t happen as much anymore.
When the two of them first came out to each other, they were pre-debut, horny teenaged gays with no outlet. They found out relatively quickly that they weren't compatible romantically, but they had some good, not-so-clean fun every once in a while when the mood struck. In more recent years, that sort of thing had tapered off to more of a special occasion kind of cadence, when one of them really couldn't handle the sexual frustration anymore.
Tonight was supposed to be movie night. They snuggled up under Seungmin's covers, snacks and drinks at the ready, lights dimmed and phones in do-not-disturb mode. Seungmin's laptop sat on their legs, open to their chosen movie, just waiting for Seungmin to press play. Minho jabbered away excitedly about the latest story he was reading.
“And then, you will not believe the ridiculous plot twist this story had,” he said, with far too much enthusiasm for the situation. “It turns out the camboy was this dude’s crush the entire fucking time! When they finally slept together, he recognized the freckle pattern on the dude’s dick.”
Minho’s high-pitched giggles filled the room as he turned to Seungmin to see if he found the story amusing, but stopped when he caught sight of Seungmin’s blank face. “What? Isn’t it funny?” He asked. “He recognized him by his dick freckles!”
Seungmin gave him his signature blank stare. “You read fan fiction?” He asked slowly.
Minho paused and considered. “How do you know I'm describing a fan fic?” He raised a skeptical eyebrow.
Shit. He could either lie and say he also reads fanfics or he could reveal a truth that he’s been keeping from Minho for far too long. Seungmin made the split second decision not to compound a very long term omission with a lie.
“I wrote that one,” Seungmin said with a small smile and a self-deprecating chuckle. He braced himself for what he knew was going to be, at the very least, a grumpy lecture from Minho.
“But that fic was written so long ago!” Minho exclaimed, disbelief painting his every feature. “You're telling me you've been writing all this time and you never told me? I thought we were best friends.” He said it with a scoff but Seungmin could tell he was actually a bit hurt.
“It really isn't something I go around advertising,” Seungmin muttered defensively. “Can you imagine what people would say if they found out that a member of one of the most popular K-Pop groups in the world was writing smutty stories about himself and another member?”
“Yeah, but I'm not just anybody, you pabo! I'm your best friend. You've told me some really kinky shit over the years. I know every single sick fantasy you have about Changbin, everything you stay up at night fantasizing about. I know way too much about what goes on in your mind, and THIS is what you choose to keep from me? You know I would never judge you!” Minho crossed his arms over his chest and was clearly trying to look angry but his little pout was ruining the effect.
Seungmin rose from his position on the bed to pace the room. “You're reading fan fiction about me and you feel the need to call my fantasies sick?” He knew he was deflecting but he couldn't really help himself. “Why the fuck were you reading a Seungbin story anyway?”
“Don't change the subject!” Minho countered. “If you must know, I ran out of good Minsung fics and went searching through the tags.”
“Dude,” Seungmin interrupted, with an incredulous look, “there are like 20,000 Minsung fics on AO3 alone. How could you have possibly run out?”
Minho’s pout was replaced with a thunderous glare. “Shut the fuck up, asshole. I don’t need your judgement on how much I read. Anyway, I read the first few paragraphs of the story and then couldn't stop. Come to think of it, are you absolutely sure this is one of your fics? The writing was actually really good.”
Minho ignored Seungmin’s middle finger and eye roll as he plowed on, “So, when were you going to tell me that you wrote fanfics?”
“Never!” Seungmin stopped his pacing and finally faced Minho. “This was a secret I was going to take to my grave, if you must know. I only write them for myself, anyway. I need somewhere for all those ‘sick fantasies,’ as you so aptly named them, to go. Once I write them down, I can move on from them.” He flopped down on the bed with a heavy sigh before continuing. “Of course, I only move on to the next sick fantasy, but that's kind of unavoidable. Changbin won't fucking stop being gorgeous and deliciously unattainable.” Seungmin groaned and dropped his head back against the headboard.
“I still have so many questions about how and why you’ve kept this from me for so many years, but I’ll save that for now,” Minho said, visibly calmer. “I’m having a hard time believing that simply writing your fantasies into stories is actually getting them out of your head for good. It really works that way?”
“For the most part,” Seungmin said. “Changbin is always in my head in some shape or form, but writing down the things I want him to do to me or what I want to do to him does help in a pretty big way. It at least gives me an outlet. Silently pining away for one of your best friends for the best part of a decade really takes a toll on a guy.”
“No shit.” Minho leaned back against the headboard and seemed to be pondering the idea. “So, do you think if I started writing stories about me and Jisung, it would make this all hurt less?”
“I guess it's worth a try. At this point, how could it get worse?” Seungmin asked, sardonically. “You've been pining away for years, your only outlet a fellow hopeless gay.” He let out a frustrated breath. “How the fuck did we both end up in love with straight boys, anyway?”
Minho didn't bother with an answer for that one. They'd been asking the same question for far too long and there never was an answer. He pulled up AO3 on his phone, determined to take a closer look at the story now that he knew who the author was.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He sputtered, as his phone loaded the page. “I never even noticed the author's name before. ‘ManhandleMeHyung’?” His phone slipped from his hand as he doubled over with laughter.
“Shut up, asshole!” Seungmin swatted him playfully on the arm. “What would your author name be? Jisungsleftnipple?”
Minho stopped laughing and looked up at Seungmin. “That's actually not half bad.” His voice trailed off. Seungmin could tell he was actually considering the idea.
“Wait, no! That was a joke, you idiot.” Seungmin slid down the headboard to join Minho in laying flat on the bed. He pulled his friend into a hug that he would deny ever happened if anyone outside the room ever saw. He and Minho were incredibly touchy with each other in the privacy of their Tuesday sleepovers, but outside of them, they were the epitome of tsundere. “In all seriousness, I really do think it might help you to write about Jisung.”
“Eh, we’ll see,” Minho demurred. He squeezed Seungmin around the middle and pressed a light kiss to the top of his head before sitting up. “Let's get back to our movie. I really don't want to think about you as a smut writer any more tonight.”
They pulled the laptop toward them again and opened it back up to their movie before sitting back against the headboard and snuggling in with their snacks.
***
Next Tuesday's sleepover was at Minho's dorm. Jisung was in the studio with the rest of 3Racha and, if history repeated itself, would not be back until the early hours of the morning. Seungmin came over armed with face masks and plum soju, ready for a much-needed night of commiserating. He needed to get rid of the image of a sweaty, half-naked Changbin that had been plaguing his mind since dance practice ended hours ago. It really wasn't necessary for Changbin to have changed his shirt right in front of him but Seungmin hadn't been able to look away.
Seungmin let himself into Minho's dorm and toed off his shoes in the entrance before moving further into the apartment. He could see Minho sitting at the dining table, staring daggers at his laptop.
“Hyung,” he asked lightly, as he deposited the soju and masks on the coffee table, “what did your laptop ever do to you? You're staring at it like you want to murder it.”
Minho looked up and shook his head, as if to rid it of an unpleasant thought, and slowly closed the lid of his computer. “I've been trying to write something but I just can't get the visuals quite right.”
Seungmin paused, his blank stare angled at Minho for several seconds, and then it clicked into place. “You’re trying to write smut, aren’t you?” He asked with a teasing grin.
Minho’s frustration was evident. “If you don’t wipe that fucking grin off your face, you’re going to join Hyunjin in the air fryer, asshole.” He got up from the table to stride towards Seungmin in the living room. “This stupid fic has been smooth sailing through all the angst and the ‘will-they-won’t-they’ bullshit, but now Lee Know is giving Han a blow job and I just can't describe the mechanics well in words.”
“So you can see the ‘action’ in your mind but you can't find the words to describe what you and Jisung are doing in bed?” Seungmin questioned. “I know how hard that can be. The sex scenes in my first few fics were so fucking awkward, man.”
Minho nodded. “It's been so depressingly long since I've actually done anything sexual with anyone that I can't even remember what I do in bed. I tried getting some ideas by going back to my favorite Minsung fics but I really don't want to use some random fan's ideas of me having sex. I want to write this realistically. I just don't think this is going to work.” He sat down on the couch with a dejected moan.
“Stop being a drama queen, of course this can work! Why don't we try a thing or two out tonight and then you'll have more to write about?” Seungmin caught Minho’s eye with a suggestive smirk.
“Are you serious?” Minho scoffed. “We haven't done any of that for a while now. I thought that was kind of over for us.” The pink creeping into the tips of his ears suggested that he wasn’t completely against the idea, though.
“We've gotten less horny in our old age, but that doesn't mean we can't try things out anymore. You know…for science!” Seungmin laughed.
“Well….if you're offering….” Minho raised both brows in mock seduction. “What do you wanna do?”
Seungmin matched Minho's mock seduction with the tinge of smarminess in his voice as he sat down and leaned back against the couch cushions, spreading his legs, “I wouldn't say no to a blowjob.”
Minho laughed and swatted his legs closed. “Stop it! If anything, you should give me one so I can watch you and think about how I would describe it in my fic.”
Seungmin sighed, longsuffering. “Alright, I guess it's my turn anyway. I don't think I reciprocated last time we did this.”
He got off the couch and knelt between Minho's spread legs. Minho lifted his ass just slightly too eagerly and slipped his sweatpants and underwear down to free his cock. He watched clinically as Seungmin grasped him at the base and slowly started to stroke.
“Do you want me to narrate as I go?” Seungmin asked with a lewd wink.
“I would actually prefer you never spoke again, but that's not going to happen, is it? I’m trying to replace your face with Jisung’s, so please shut the fuck up,” Minho ground out, tipping his head back against the couch cushion with a little moan. He forced his head forward, determined to watch and catalog Seungmin's every move.
Minho was fully hard now, after only a minute of Seungmin slowly stroking his length. It really had been way too long since he'd gotten laid. Seungmin bent his head and licked a stripe along the vein on the underside of his cock. Minho sucked in a breath at the sensation. Seungmin's lips parted and took in the head as his tongue pressed into the slit and lapped up the precum glistening there.
After a few lazy swirls of his tongue around the head, Seungmin hollowed his cheeks and took Minho in fully. He could feel the tension in Minho’s thighs suppressing his urge to buck up into Seungmin’s mouth as the soft tip of his cock brushed the back of Seungmin’s throat. Seungmin’s fortunate lack of a gag reflex allowed him to swallow around the tip of Minho’s thick cock with a low moan. Minho slipped his hand into Seungmin's soft hair and held on as Seungmin sped up his pace.
“Minnie, I'm not going to last long if you keep going like that,” Minho said on a moan. “Can you slow down a bit so I can try to remember what you’re doing?”
Seungmin reluctantly pulled off for a second to let Minho cool down. A quick look into Minho’s hazy eyes told him that he was going to need to help Minho with descriptions. He ran his hand up the inside of Minho’s thigh to get his attention.
“Hyung,” Seungmin whispered, “look at me.” Minho blinked a few times to clear some of the haze and raised his gaze to meet Seungmin’s. Seungmin continued, “Jisung’s boba eyes are looking up at you through his impossibly long lashes. Maybe there are some tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes. Maybe you would move the hand not currently threaded through Jisung’s hair to his face and wipe away a stray tear with your thumb.” Seungmin moved his own thumb to stroke the side of Minho’s face near the corner of his eye. Minho gasped and clenched his thighs as Seungmin brought his thumb to his own parted lips and sucked the imaginary tear off the pad. “Maybe you even get off on licking away his tears,” Seungmin breathed.
Seungmin bent his head and brought his lips to Minho’s inner thigh, reveling in the tiny whine that escaped Minho’s lips. His warm breath ghosted against Minho’s sensitive skin as Seungmin continued to talk, pressing kisses to Minho’s thighs as he went. “Maybe you make your mark on Jisung by biting and sucking his inner thighs. Maybe he squirms and begs you to please fuck him already. Maybe you’re content to just take your time biting and kissing his skin before you finally take his cock back into your greedy mouth.”
Seungmin couldn’t wait any longer to get his mouth back on Minho’s cock. His own insistent erection had been pressing uncomfortably against the front of his jeans for some time now. As he lowered his spit slick lips to engulf Minho’s length once again, he pressed his hand to his aching bulge. He abandoned all pretense of going slow now as he swallowed around Minho and hummed his own pleasure. His hand found its way past the waistband of his underwear to grip his own sizeable length.
Minho couldn’t control the sounds he was letting out as he watched the obscene sight of Seungmin’s head bobbing up and down on his cock. The feeling of his cock bumping the back of Seungmin’s throat with every bob was almost too much for him. He let out a long whine as he looked down and caught a glimpse of Seungmin’s hand pumping a fast pace on his own cock. “Minnie, I’m going to cum,” he forced out and made a half-hearted attempt to pull Seungmin off.
Seungmin redoubled his efforts and hummed his pleasure as Minho let out one last long groan and spilled down Seungmin’s throat. Seconds later, Seungmin groaned and convulsed as he released into his hand. He pulled off Minho’s cock with a wet pop and used his tongue to lap up the remaining beads of cum in the slit.
Seungmin’s hazy, fucked out smile was forced off his face by the sound of the keypad beeping at the entrance to Minho’s apartment.
“Shit!” Minho frantically pulled up his pants and Seungmin hastily wiped his mouth with the back of his clean hand and launched himself off the floor and onto the couch a good 3 feet away from Minho. He had just landed with a bounce and had a split second to check the front of his pants before Jisung swung the front door open and stepped into the apartment.
He paused when his gaze landed on the two friends sitting on the couch trying desperately to be nonchalant. “What are you two doing?” He peered around to see if they were watching TV. “Are you just sitting there?” He asked.
“No!” Seungmin and Minho said in unison, way too fast.
“We're just talking. We haven't started on our face masks yet. Why are you home so early?” Minho asked, desperately trying to deflect attention away from their bizarre behavior.
“Hyungs are working on their duo song so I took the opportunity to come home and watch some anime. Do you guys mind?” Jisung explained as he took off his shoes and deposited his gym bag in the entrance.
“Not at all,” Seungmin reassured him. “We were just moving to Minho's room anyway.” He and Minho got up off the couch and gathered the face masks and soju. They made their way to Minho's room, stopping in the kitchen on their way for Minho to pick up two glasses and some popcorn.
As Minho closed his bedroom door behind him and Seungmin, he rested his forehead on it and let out a low groan. “That was way too close.”