The Three Worst Secrets

The Best Friend Boyfriend

He swept him away from the car, up the steps and back onto the couch, not willing to wait to reach the bedroom.

"Can't believe I'm here with you... I said an hour."

He pressed him into the cushions, licking into his mouth. "You regret it?"

Minho pulled their shirts off. "Not what I said."

All that smooth skin- and no terribly dark spots high up on his arms either. Maybe he was doing better. "You know what you can say?"

"Hmm?" deft fingers at the button of his jeans.

"You can say my name." He was sliding Minho's bottoms off, leaving his own on but undone and bending low, kissing along the elder's hip.

"Ah... that's easy."

"Then do it."

"Jinnie... "

"Mmm angel..." he kissed up higher- before pushing his own underwear and pants down only enough to spring himself free. He grabbed both of their lengths in one hand, watching Minho gasp and tense, before melting back into the couch.

The feeling was intense, groundbreaking- but it'd be better with some slide.

"Do you want it wet?"

"Yeah."

"Stay right there." He got up, drifting confidently through the darkened rooms and grabbing some lube from one of his drawers.

Minho was sitting up when he got back, shafts of moonlight showing how nervous he was.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Was just lonely without you."

"Cute."

"Focus."

"Demanding and cute."

"Did you want to just take me back?"

He'd poured a good amount of the lube in his hand, sliding it over himself first to warm it up. The scent was obnoxiously watermelon flavored, which reminded him of Jisung since it had always been his favorite. It wouldn't do good to think of the rapper though. Not when he had someone else right in front of him.

"Minho?"

"What?"

"Look at me?"

His brows were dipped in annoyance, mouth midway between pouting and pressed. As soon as he gripped them in one hand again though, the expression changed.

"Uh!"

The slide was perfect, it wasn't even like a hand, it felt like they were both fucking into the same tight hole.

"My name. Still remember it?" he was grinning playfully down at him, but it was half an act. Minho had a way of knocking him right out of his head.

"Juh-Jinnie oh-"

"Good right?"

He put arms around his neck, legs folded up and trembling at his sides. Hyungjin pressed his other palm over his left knee, spreading him more.

"Wow, you're really flexible."

"I can do the, s-splits."

"I can tell."

"Kiss?"

"Always."

He closed his fist a fraction tighter around them, tonguing almost into his throat, trying to eat up the little airy noises he was squeezing out of him.