Virgo and Scorpio: Written in the Stars

Fingers in My Mouth (Part 1 of 3)

Note: This is an explicit story. Please do not read if you are not 18 or older.

As soon as Jisung's hand hits the snooze button, shutting off the shrill morning alarm before it has the chance to disturb his flat mate, the pleasant ache of his body begins to settle into his consciousness. Remnants of the night before bloom in the forefront of his mind, lingering traces of strong hands and soft lips in the form of darkening purple and red patches on his skin, his hips, his neck, his thighs, tender to the touch. The satiated warmth spreading within him from the memories quickly vanishes, though, as Jisung notices he is in his bed alone.

Before his train of thoughts can plummet too far, a bright blue sticky note catches his eyes, stuck onto the pillow on the other side of the bed.

"Good Morning,

           I'm sorry I had to leave early for work. I have a weekend shift this morning.

            xxx-xxx-xxxx

                                                       -Minho"

It's a rather short note, but at least Minho didn't completely ghost him. Furthermore, he left his number, which would probably, hopefully, mean he wants to talk to Jisung again. Minho, the guy Jisung met yesterday evening at a small pub Changbin, his best friend and flat mate, had managed to drag him to, was perhaps one of the most attractive men Jisung had ever seen. He looked like he belonged on TV, the leading man of some cliche weekly romance drama. The obscenely handsome main character with a cold appearance but a surprisingly warm, endearing personality, the one the leading lady is bound to end up with. How Jisung ended up being the "leading lady" is a mystery to even himself. 

A few of Changbin's friends and friends of friends had showed up at the bar, much to introvert Jisung's distress. Being surrounded by numerous people that he wasn't especially close with or didn't even know was far from Jisung's ideal way to spend his Friday night. To his credit, Changbin stayed glued to Jisung's side, even as he conversed with friends, leaning back, arm thrown over the back of Jisung's chair as they drank their beer. To be fair, it wasn't too bad, nodding and laughing along with Changbin and his mostly personable friends, leaning slightly towards his best friend's familiar warmth. The uncomfortable tightness in his chest had ebbed considerably when Minho, with his brown leather jacket over a white t-shirt, an epitome of casually gorgeous, slid into the empty chair on the other side of him. Minho fell into the "friend of a friend" category so Changbin didn't really know him either.

"Hey, can I buy you a drink," Minho had asked him, not particularly loud, but the rest of their table still managed to hear, halting the buzz of conversation to hype up Minho and boldness. Beside him, Jisung could feel Changbin sit up, ready to cut in if Jisung looked uncomfortable with all the attention. Usually, he would be. Being the focus of attention in a public setting wasn't exactly within his zone of comfort, granted his zone of comfort was about as big as his pinky.

In that moment though, the world seemed to be muffled around Jisung, an unusual occurrence given how hyperaware he typically is of his surroundings, and he fixates on Minho, his warm, dark eyes, coolly confident, though how could a man who looks like a sculpture not be confident, yet a slight touch of uncertainty mixed within. Perhaps it was the better half of the beer bottle running through his veins, but Jisung felt oddly at ease, which by no means should be the case given his past history around attractive strangers.

"I'd really like that."

One drink turned into hours of conversation, pink cheeks, light touches, leaning increasingly closer into each other's space until Minho finally moved in for a long-awaited kiss, pulling back to look into Jisung's eyes with so much desire that Jisung all but drags him out of the bar, pointedly avoiding Changbin's amused gaze, and down the block to his apartment.