My Significant Bother - WooSan

Chapter 23

"I think I liked it better when all you watched was sports," Wooyoung grumbles. San shushes him. "The chick with the dragon eggs is talking. She's my favourite." Introducing San to Game of Thrones was, apparently, a bad idea. All he's done the last three days is marathon episode after episode, after borrowing the first season box set off the guy across the hall. And they're not the only ones, apparently, because the entire common room is full of people, some piled onto the floor, some piled onto the couch next to them, all of them avidly watching the screen.

"Fucking Christ," Wooyoung mutters. "Baby." San pulls him in closer, lips finding Wooyoung's forehead easily. "I love you, you know I do. But if you don't shut up-" Wooyoung grins, tilting his head up, and San's focus leaves the show for the first time in what feels like days. "What if I don't?" he whispers. San's gaze darkens, eyes narrowing slightly. Wooyoung smirks at him, knowing he's won before San's even realized it. And then, next thing he knows, San's standing up, stomping past people spread out on the floor.

Wooyoung hurries after him, but San ignores him all the way back to their room. Until they're inside it, and then he pushes Wooyoung up against the door, lips going to his neck instantly. "One episode," he growls. "You were the one who wanted me to watch it in the first place!" "Yeah, but I didn't- I didn't expect you to- Fuck, I can't think when you do that, you know that," Wooyoung groans. "But I didn't want you to ignore me. I didn't think you'd even like it!"

"I watched it for you!" San pushes up Wooyoung's shirt, and Wooyoung lifts his arms to get it off. "I can't believe we're really arguing about this right now." "I've already seen them all, like, six times," Wooyoung says. "I was bored." "I can't watch it and entertain you at the same time," San points out, hands dropping to Wooyoung's pants, now. "God, you're needy, you know that?" "Don't call me needy," Wooyoung snaps, annoyance slipping into his tone. "I'm not needy." "Really fucking needy," San says, nipping at his collarbone.

"Fuck you," Wooyoung says, hands fisting in San's hair to keep him there. "Mhm," San agrees. "Desk?" "Yeah. But don't push all my shit onto the floor this time." San picks him up easily, and Wooyoung automatically wraps his arms and legs around San to keep himself up. "What do you want me to do, then?" San demands. "Neatly put everything away before I fuck you?" Before Wooyoung can answer that, San smirks and brushes his arm over the desk, knocking everything to the ground, including an empty coffee cup, pencils, pens, a notebook, and a half eaten chocolate bar. "Oops."

"You're cleaning that later," Wooyoung says, just before his back hits the top of the desk a little roughly. San kisses him to make up for it. "Or so help me-" San kisses him to shut him up, but later, when they're done and he's caught his breath again, they'll revisit this conversation. And maybe have a new one about not trashing the room just to have sex, since Wooyoung is somehow always the one cleaning it up afterwards.

San's lips move off his, down Wooyoung's chest slowly. "If I blow you first, do I still have to clean it up?" Wooyoung debates that for a moment. "No," he decides. San grins, tugging down Wooyoung's pants easily, his boxers following almost immediately. And then he pulls Wooyoung's legs up so they're over his shoulders, since he has nowhere else to put them, really, unless he lets them dangle uncomfortably off the desk. And there's no way Wooyoung's ever going to be able to study at this desk again, because he knows that he'll not be able to think of anything else but this every time he sits here.

"Love you," San mumbles against his thigh. Wooyoung grins, reaching down to tangle a hand in San's hair. "Stop talking."

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THE END