his older brother

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"Hey, hyung! Can I talk to you at some point? Without Mark hanging around." Taeyong smiled up at Johnny as he gave a slight tilt to his head.

"Of course, any time little man." Johnny ruffled Taeyong's pastel pink hair and continued to fill his cup with water. Johnny cursed himself for calling Taeyong a little man. Taeyong was anything but a "little man" in Johnny's mind. But no one had to know that. "Mark's busy tomorrow, I'll stop by then?"

Taeyong gave a nod and hurried himself out of the kitchen. How odd.

Stepping back into Mark's room, Johnny was still pondering what was up with the pink-haired man. "Yo dude, what's up with you?" Mark was lying on his bed, phone in one hand, chips in the other.

"Taeyong just asked to hang out with me, but specifically asked without you. Never knew he hated you that much." Johnny snickered as Mark held a hand up to his chest in an offended manner.

"No way, Taeyong definitely has something secret or like, old people stuff." This time it was Johnny's turn to be offended. He huffed as he jumped onto the bed, "I'm only four years older than you bro."

"Four years is a lot in our world, me at eighteen is much different from me at fourteen." Mark said matter of factly, as if it was a challenge. He smirked as Johnny scowled at him.

"Anyways, where were we in Detonator 2000?" With that, they went back to their video game night, playing until about 9 when Johnny announced he had to go home.

He grabbed his jacket, and hat, "See ya! I'll just stop by and talk to Taeyong and then dip." Mark nodded and turned right back to his game, switching it so it's not multiplayer anymore.

Johnny stepped into the hallway, looking across at all the pictures on the wall. They were mostly all three of them, some with Taeyong's best friend, Ten, in them. A lot were of them when they were younger, they stopped printing pictures all together at some point. The newest addition was Mark's senior picture, with his hat and gown. He looked sharp, but Johnny looked past him and focused more on Taeyong's. Taeyong looked wistful, his eyes glazed over in some kind of trance, maybe he was dazing off when the picture was taken, he often is stuck in his head.

A yell was heard from Mark's room, snapping Johnny out of his thoughts of Taeyong. Mark was cheering, he must've beaten the level of his game they had been working on. He chuckled and walked to the other side of their apartment to knock softly on Taeyong's door.

"Hey, Taeyong? I'm leaving now, I wanted to say goodbye." Johnny could hear shuffling on the other side of the door, and Taeyong opened it to poke his head out. He had a soft smile on his face, Johnny noticing his tongue sticking out slightly and the breaths coming from his mouth.

"Oh, alright, I'll see you tomorrow?" He had a hopeful look on his face that would make Johnny melt if he wasn't so immersed in the thought of what Taeyong wanted from him. Surely he wouldn't ask him to watch over Mark like he had a month ago when he spent the night at Ten's house for a sleepover?

Nodding, Johnny stepped away and made his way out of the house, letting himself drive back to his own apartment, not too far away. He unlocked the door and rushed himself to his room, suddenly wanting to do something he'd done many nights.

Reaching his bedroom, he shut the door and locked it, he lived with no one but it felt right to lock the door. He palmed himself through his pants, letting his mind wheel to Taeyong. This was his dirty secret, he could never tell anyone he had these thoughts about his friend, his best friend's older brother.

Coming back to reality, Johnny had enough of the endless palming, he was getting too hot to stand being in his clothes any longer. He pulled his shirt swiftly off as he stumbled to the bed, feeling his head with haze and lust, and Taeyong wasn't even in front of him. Landing on
the bed, he pulled his pants off and almost ripped his boxers off with such intensity he pulled them at. His member felt the air and he groaned.

Laying with his back to the soft sheets, he stroked himself slowly, eventually finding a rhythm he enjoyed. Johnny took another of his hands and pierced his nipple, causing him to moan aloud. All that was in Johnny's mind was Taeyong lying on the bed, legs spread open as Johnny ate him out. Pictures flashed of him getting pounded from behind, sucking him off, and even begging for Johnny to cum on his face.

This was one of the night's Johnny enjoyed the most, having his alone time, with all but nice thoughts of his Taeyong. Of course Taeyong would never actually be his, but Johnny could imagine all he wanted.

Johnny felt himself reaching his climax, and thrust himself into his own hand to reach it. He groaned out Taeyong's name and pinched his nipple once more, letting himself completely release on his stomach and hand. Panting, Johnny laid for a few minutes before getting up.

He cursed himself in his head again, he really should move on from the younger boy, he'd never truly be Johnny's.