Rhythms Of The Heart

chapter 8🔞

It's been a month and Felix doesn't think about what happened much any more. Hyunjin never brings it up and neither does Jisung, so there's not much that makes him think about it. Felix's come to the conclusion that what he did isn't gay, in fact, because he never kissed Hyunjin and what they did was purely for the need of getting off, not because he likes Hyunjin like that, because he doesn't.

At first he thought that it would be easier just to be gay because then he'll have fucked a guy and not think anything of it, but that's not the case, and Felix tried really hard to like Hyunjin for a while but he can't make himself. He still looks at girls and admires them, still doesn't see anything in guys. He's just not gay. 

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It happens again, when Felix's really not expecting it to. He's just coming home from morning classes so he thinks he has the whole rest of the day to himself while Hyunjin is gone at work, and he decides that maybe it'll be okay to fuck around upstairs and get off while he can, while no one else is in the condo but himself. Hyunjin shouldn't be home for another six hours so he doesn't rush into it, eats a little snack first, gets comfortable in sweats and puts his hair in a bun. 

It's a nice day outside and Felix contemplates letting the sun stream in through the windows in his bedroom but, even though he's on the third floor, he's worried about being seen. He shuts the curtains, can still see sunlight through them, but he knows he won't be seen from the landing. Felix finds no use in closing his door, though, because there's no one else in the house just like last time and if a certain someone does end up coming home, he'll be able to hear with the door open and slam it shut if he needs to. 

This time there's no use in watching porn because he's gotten on fine without it last time, was able to come without watching and imagining. He sinks into bed with the bottle of lube and a box of tissues, shifts his sweats down and off, and strokes himself lazily. It only takes a few moments for him to thicken up against his thigh, for him to lube his fingers up and stroke himself into his hard length. With the help of subconsciously tweaking his nipple as well, Felix thinks maybe he's gotten hard even faster. 

It's hard not to let his mind wander as he rocks his hips up into his hand, lets his body go through a wave as he does. His legs draw up and spread, his head tilts back while he wets his fingertip with precum, and normally he'd rub it in with the rest of the lube but he's curious now. Felix brings his finger up, darts his tongue out, and licks the few drops onto his tongue. It makes him shiver as he thinks back to that night, looking at himself in the mirror with a cum covered tummy and tasting it with a pure innocence and curiosity. Now he kind of wants to see it again, but shudders and swats the thought away. 

Felix coats his fingers with lube instead, bringing them down to his rim and circling it. Again he thinks back to rough finger tips, scolds himself for it. His middle finger eases into easiest, and it's a little weird fingering himself on his back, but he curls his finger just like Hyunjin had and it's so much easier to find his prostate now than it had been before when he was on his hands and knees. Gasping, Felix strokes the spot slow. Instantly his cock starts leaking, more than it had been before. A name is on the tip of his tongue, but he can't say it. 

"Shit," he hears, and his eyes widen as he sits up and throws a pillow over his spread legs, hand, and cock. 

It's not like it isn't obvious where his hand is or what he's doing, but that's all Felix can think to do, think to even think of at the moment. Hyunjin's standing at the doorway, hand on the doorknob with a surprised look on his face. Felix only swallows. God. If he wasn't so busy thinking about Hyunjin, he probably would've noticed him coming home, or at least noticed him walk into his room.

"No, no, don't let me interrupt. Just wanted to say I'm, I'm home for lunch," Hyunjin says. He sounds just as flustered as Felix is. 

But he doesn't leave. He's standing in the doorway and his eyes are burning holes in Felix's skin. Felix feels his entire body flush, he wants to shy away from the moment, float out of the vent in the ceiling and never come back, but he's never had his breath hitch faster than it had when he watches Hyunjin bring his hand to the front of his slacks and press his palm down on his crotch. He licks his lips, looks over Felix's body slow. 

"Really. Go on," Hyunjin breaths out. 

Felix can't say no, really, and he slowly drags the pillow away from his body. Hyunjin can only see the side of him this way so Felix takes action and moves his body to face Hyunjin fully, drags his body around the mattress slow so that Hyunjin never takes his eyes off of him. When Felix's on his back again, his legs spread open and he lifts his hips so he can start all over again and pretend as though Hyunjin is no longer there. His middle finger slips back inside of him, but he gives a showy moan, gasping as his fingertip makes contact with his prostate once again. He strokes, puts his other hand under himself to hold some of his body weight up. 

Felix's head is tilted to the side and with his body lifted like this, he can't see anything past his thighs, can't see what he's doing, but he can see Hyunjin still palming himself. His finger twists while he presses another into himself, this time moaning long and throaty - which Hyunjin likes, he finds, because he licks his lips and slips a hand into his slacks. Felix uses his two finger to his prostate and it will definitely drive him over the edge soon, it's all he needs, the two fingers rubbing slow circles into that tingly bundle of nerves while he rocks his hips down onto little thrusts. He's panting by now, and his hips move quicker while he rides his fingers and yes, he amplifies his moans just to Hyunjin's enjoyment. 

It's all working well, Felix can see as Hyunjin pumps his cock quickly, but then it's working too well, and Felix's screaming out HyunjinHyunjinHyunjinHyujuuunnn as his body tenses up, eyes shut tight, and he shoots a few spurts of cum onto his tummy. When he opens his eyes again, Hyunjin's no longer in the doorway, and Felix finds himself a little disappointed that he wasn't able to watch him get off as well. 

He cleans off his stomach, pulls on his sweats again and peeks his head out of his bedroom door. Felix can see into Hyunjin's room and the door to his bathroom isn't shut, and obviously neither is his bedroom, so Felix assumes he's downstairs. He jogs down, peeks around the corner and sees Hyunjin making something in the kitchen. There's no real reason why Felix should be shy about this - Hyunjin asked for it, Felix did what he was told. So he strolls in casually and goes to the kitchen for a glass of water. 

"What're you making? Smells good," Felix says while he pours himself a glass and leans against the counter across from Hyunjin.