The F5 (Fraternal Five)

Pillow Talk

"Is that why we've never heard from your ex then?"

"Huh? You knew of him?" Gun doesn't look too surprised. "I'm sorry. I didn't say a thing not because it's too painful or anything, it's just he's not even worth to mention, that sick guy." He scowls.

Off growls. "What did he do?"

"Calm down, cowboy." Gun chuckles. "Nah just he's very controlling and I tried to put up with him for some time but he never had enough and at some point it's just exhausting, you know?" He sighs, then adds hurriedly. "Don't worry, he's fine. Now."

Off squints at Gun who fidgets uncomfortably on his seat.

"A-after I told my fans to leave him alone." Gun offers an innocent smile. Off doesn't look like he buys it, so Gun adds gingerly, "A couple of times."

"Fuck!" Off curses without thinking. What was he getting himself into?

"That's why I introduced you to my team!" Gun hurriedly explains. "So they won't let anything happen to you, even after we're on our separate ways. So we'll always be on the same standing. No one deserves to be bullied, not even that annoying ex of mine. But I prefer it if you don't end up like him, Papii, because we suit each other perfectly and I really love—" Off's coughing fit cuts Gun's words. He sneaks a glance at Off and smirks, "Our dynamic, that's why I asked for a timeout. Honestly, I can handle cute little possessiveness but obsessiveness turns me off. So I suggest you tread very carefully, Papii."

"You got it." Off answers swiftly, complying right away.

Gun chuckles, muttering to himself. "And I even told them that I think you're very sexy commanding the room, but here you are literally at my beck and call ...."

Off perks up. "Oh I can be commanding if I want to." Gun cocks his eyebrow, making Off drop his smile and immediately switch into commanding mode. His eyes, assertive, and his voice, thick and powerful, as he barks his order, "Kiss me. Now."

"Papii ...! Don't go overboard, you'll turn me on!" Gun laughs heartily at Off's off guard face. "But you earned it, hehe." Before Off could process, Gun lands a gentle, feather-soft kiss on Off's lips, rendering the senior still and taking the chance to flee the scene.

"Oooi! I demand a redo!" Off protests soon as he gets out of his trance.

"Papii! I'm staying the night here okay!" Gun shouts from inside Off's bedroom.

"Hey! Who gave you permission to go in there?!" Off gets up and follows the little guy.

"Your room lacks fluff, Papii." Gun scolds, arms and legs spread wide like a starfish hogging Off's bed. "I'll bring some to put in here, too, okay?"

"Okay, okay, whatever you want. Now scoot over."

"No, you sleep on the sofa." Gun grins cheekily at Off.

"What?!" Off stares at Gun, looking torn.

"Heh. Just kidding. Come lie down beside me." Gun eventually scoots over. He waits until Off settles beside him before continuing, "Papii, when's your birthday? Mine's October 4th."

"Huh?"

"Just answer it."

"...It's January 20th."

"What's your favorite food?"

"Uh ...."

"Actually, I know. You eat everything so long as it's not too spicy, too saucy, too greasy, and preferably tastes plenty sweet." Gun giggles. "Like me."

Off growls playfully. "Don't tempt me, Nong Gun."

But Gun just moves on without taking the bait. "Hm, what else?"

"Are we playing some game?"

"Yes. Pillow talk." Gun says sleepily, pulling the duvet up to his chin.

"I don't recall doing it with you though?" Off's eyes dance in amusement.

"Shush, Papii! Just humor me."

Off chuckles, then prompts softly, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"About the girls seeing me as a mere trophy. Did you notice it because it reflects the way they see you?"

Gun nods, offering Off a sad smile. "I'm the friend, you're the boyfriend."

"Oh, Teacup ...." Off cradles Gun in his arms. "I know you're strong and you've been doing well on your own for so long, but you have me now." He draws back to look Gun in the eyes. "I'm both your friend and your boyfriend. Will you turn to me whenever it gets too heavy?"

"Only if you promise the same thing." Gun breaks into a serene smile.

"Deal." Off returns the smile.

Gun sighs softly, turning toward the ceiling. "Thanks for that, Papii, but that was too serious for my liking. Cheer it up a little?"

"Huh. Then, have I ever been with a guy?" Off supplies.

Gun turns to him, eyebrow quirked. Waiting.

Off meets his gaze and answers his own question, "Nope."

It instantly dims the light in Gun's eyes. And no matter what Off does, Gun never returns his gaze again.

Off gets up at last and cups Gun's face in his hands. "Hey, what? What is it? Did I offend you somehow?"

"You're so straight and I'm so gay. I just wonder ... if it's impossible, after all."

"I was trying to be romantic here! Like you're my first or something. Sheesh." Off grumbles, successfully drawing a weak laugh from the small guy. Smiling softly, he adds, "We're gonna make it. Watch."

"Okay. I trust you, Papii." Gun says, one hand pulling Off flat on his back beside him once more. "Just ... let's take it slow on the sex thing, I guess?"

"Oh trust me, I'm more than ready." Off smirks deviously. "But you take however much time you need, Teacup." He adds more softly.

"What makes you confident that you can get horny seeing me naked? Or hearing me moan? For the record, I have a dick like you."

Off bursts out laughing. "What makes you think I don't already know that? And I'm begging you, Teacup. Please. Don't ever doubt me again, alright? Even the sight of you wearing long sleeve, long pants could turn me on."

"Papii ...!" Gun covers his face with his hands in embarrassment, fully aware of which clothes Off's referring to. "I swear I hate your fetish!"

"And I hate how the video will be out there for the world to see. My sexy Teacup, with his sexy little waist ...." Off pouts cutely at a very flushed Gun.

"Oh shut up! Shut up! Freaking Jumpol! I'll really hit you!"

"Don't!" Off suddenly sits up straight, eyes blazing with rage. "...Call me by my name. I'm warning you, Gun."

"But you just called me by mine!?"

"Gun."

"Fine, fine! I swear you're so weird sometimes." Gun sighs. "Don't worry, Papii stays. Like it or not." He winks, impersonating Off.

Off just nods in satisfaction, completely unbothered by the teasing so long as Gun calls him properly.

Seeing that, Gun chuckles. "You're so whipped, you know that P'Off?"

"Hey!"

But Gun just goes ahead and taunts him. "P'Off .... P'Off! P'Off?"

"You brat! You've had your chance!" Off growls, moving to tickle Gun. The little guy under him turns into a giggling mess in no time, desperately admitting defeat to get Off off him.