just pretend.

15.

“Did he get home safely?”, Jisung asked Changbin over the phone after he had taken a shower and forced down some food the next day, trying to combat the pounding headache that wouldn’t let up. “He did, don’t worry, he’s alright”, Changbin assured him. The line crackled slightly, and Jisung heard Changbin groan and drop something, which made him wonder if Changbin was okay. “Are you working out?”, Jisung asked, curiosity getting the better of him. “I am, yes. How else do you think I manage to juggle two pretty men at once?” Changbin's voice was light, teasing, and Jisung felt his cheeks flush pink at the comment. “Sorry for causing so much trouble, by the way”, Jisung mumbled after a moment of silence, his voice barely audible. “Forget about it, Jisung. It happened, it’s alright”, Changbin replied, his tone reassuring once again. Jisung bit the inside of his cheek, struggling to find the right words for the question that had been on his mind. “What is it?” Changbin’s voice was perceptive, making Jisung flinch slightly. He wanted to slap himself for being so predictable. “Did you see my ex?”, Jisung sounded more vulnerable than he intended. “Yeah, he helped me put Felix to bed”, Changbin said, followed by another groan, accompanied by the sound of something heavy dropping. “He had someone over, too. A pretty handsome, puppy-faced guy, if you ask me.” Jisung huffed out a bitter laugh and rolled his eyes, feeling a wave of frustration wash over him. “Of course”, he thought to himself, suppressing the urge to throw his phone out of the window in irritation. “When are you done? I’ve got the entire day off.” His mind was spiraling. “I’m home in an hour”, Changbin answered. “Do you want to come over?” Jisung leaned against the counter, the kitchen and living room now tidied up after Jeongin had left for work. “You don’t have to ask me twice, baby”, Changbin said, his voice dripping with eagerness. Jisung giggled, feeling a flicker of excitement. He hung up the call, his rational thinking was long gone, jealousy ate him from inside and he needed to fuck it out.

Changbin knocked on Jisung’s door an hour later, looking sweaty and breathless from his workout. The moment Jisung opened the door, he pulled Changbin into the hallway and pressed their lips together in a feverish kiss. Changbin responded eagerly, pushing Jisung against the wall. His hands slid down to Jisung’s thighs, lifting him up and wrapping his legs around his waist. “So needy”, Changbin said, panting against Jisung’s lips, his hands lingering on Jisung’s waist, feeling the urgency in his touch. “Just fuck me until I beg you to stop”, Jisung moaned, his voice filled with desire. Changbin’s smirk widened at the command. Without hesitation, Changbin carried Jisung down the hallway and threw him onto the bed with a mix of roughness and care. Jisung reveled in being handled like this; with others, he was more dominant, but with Changbin, he felt an exhilarating surrender. Changbin’s touch was intense and commanding, and Jisung didn’t want to test the limits of that power. Jisung eagerly pulled down his boxers, revealing his hardening member. His hands, now restless, pushed Changbin’s fitted shirt over his head. He traced his fingers over Changbin’s defined chest, feeling the heat of the moment. Grabbing Changbin’s neck, he pulled him into a wild, demanding kiss that elicited a groan from him. His other hand slid into Changbin’s pants, exploring the firm skin. As Changbin removed his own pants, Jisung’s eyes roamed over his body with hunger. Changbin climbed onto the bed, their lips brushing in a teasing dance before he settled against the headrest, pulling Jisung onto his lap. The friction of their bodies rubbing together intensified Jisung’s need. He began to grind against Changbin’s crotch, his movements driven by desperation. Changbin’s grin was predatory as he placed his hands firmly on Jisung’s waist, holding him in place. He lifted Jisung, adjusting their positions so that their members pressed against each other. “Wrap your pretty hand around both”, Changbin demanded, his voice low and commanding. Jisung swallowed, blinking rapidly as he obeyed. He wrapped his hand around their erections, pressing the pulsating skin together. His member twitched in response, precum dripping onto his fingers. Changbin leaned back slightly, watching him with intense focus. He signaled Jisung to stroke them slowly. Jisung’s breath came in choked moans as he tightened his grip, moving his hand in a steady rhythm. “You look so pretty doing that”, Changbin said, his voice dripping with admiration. He reached into the drawer of his nightstand, retrieving a bottle of lube. He slicked some onto his fingers, the cool sensation contrasting with the heat of their bodies. Changbin’s arm wrapped around Jisung’s waist, pulling him closer. Jisung moaned as Changbin’s finger brushed against his rim, the sensation causing him to clench around it as soon as it pushed halfway in.