MINSUNG ONESHOTS

SLEEPING LIONS

By mayandering

Summary:
Minho falls asleep in Jisung's bed. Jisung thinks he can take advantage without waking Minho up. He is quickly proven wrong.

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Minho to fall asleep in Jisung’s bed.

With their schedules being so busy, the only time they really had to themselves was at night, so they took advantage of every opportunity, even if they were exhausted by that point. Thus, it wasn’t unheard of for them to drift off together. However, Minho always had the presence of mind to stumble back to his own bed, half-asleep, leaving Jisung’s bed feeling a little too big and cold.

Tonight, though, Minho was already dead on his feet when they got back from rehearsal. Reluctantly, Jisung asked if he’d rather just go to bed than watch a new drama as they’d planned, but he insisted that he could stay awake.

Minho had fallen asleep five minutes into the first episode.

Not wanting to wake him up or to keep watching without him, Jisung fiddled around on his phone for a bit, still too wired to fall asleep. Minho had fallen asleep leaning against his upper arm, and just like if he had a sleepy cat on his lap, Jisung was afraid to move too fast for fear of Minho waking up and going back to his own bed.

If someone asked Jisung why he was so determined to keep Minho in his bed, he’d turn a little pink and make some joke about having a personal space heater, but the truth was, he loved seeing this side of Minho. No one else got to feel the soft puffs of breath he let out as he curled closer into Jisung’s side, watch his striking side profile in its most vulnerable state, or hear the quiet nonsense he’d sometimes mumble in his sleep.

There was only one thing frustrating Jisung.

Jeongin was gone tonight, and knowing this, Jisung had made…plans for himself. For some reason, whenever Minho left after dozing in his bed, Jisung would find himself incredibly wet, pussy throbbing and desperate to be filled. So, if Jeongin was away, he took advantage of the situation, riding his dildo and pointedly not imagining his best friend’s face under him.

Tonight, since it didn’t seem like Minho was waking up any time soon, he contented himself with squeezing his legs together absently to provide some relief as he scrolled through Twitter. Eventually he dared to slide further down until his head was on the pillow, Minho now lying on his side with his head on Jisung’s shoulder. He shifted slightly in his sleep at the movement, and Jisung froze, holding his breath, but he didn’t wake up. Realizing he was still wearing his jeans, Jisung slid them off, figuring that it was still his bed and he didn’t have to sacrifice his own comfort. He curled up facing away from Minho and fell asleep.

When he woke up next, the space heater behind him was no longer producing a faint warmth, but a smothering heat enveloping him. Jisung realized that Minho had plastered himself to his back, wrapping his arms and one leg around him like a koala. Jisung felt like he was burning up, not just because of the heat surrounding him, but also the burning in his lower stomach. His pussy felt like it was pulsing with each heartbeat, soaking through his boxers.

Minho shifted in his sleep and Jisung realized what had caused him to wake up so aroused. Through Minho’s loose pajama pants, his boner was nestled between Jisung’s cheeks. Jisung reddened, realizing Minho must not be wearing underwear under his pajamas, since it felt like there was barely a layer of separation between them.

Jisung was desperate to touch himself, but held off and tried to go to sleep. However, he was rudely brought back to full awareness as Minho squeezed his waist tightly and ground his hips into Jisung’s ass, whimpering slightly in his sleep. His bulge was now between his legs, brushing both of Jisung’s holes.