Night Train [Sekai fic]

Chapter 5

When Sehun woke up, he was hot and sweaty and a tangle of hot sweaty limbs were stuck to him. Gross. His thermostat did not take into consideration the warm body pressed against him, so the regular everyday temperature of his room became uncomfortably stuffy. He struggled to tug his arm out from under Jongin, rubbing his eyes once his hand was free. "Hyung, wake up." he mumbled, pushing insistently at his chest until big dark eyes blinked open to meet his.

A look of confusion passed over Jongin's face, but it was soon replaced with irritation. He sighed and buried his face in Sehun's chest, mumbling "Why'd you wake me up?" in a sleepy morning voice that Sehun thought was perhaps the best thing he'd ever heard.

"It's already 1 in the afternoon, do you want to sleep all day?"

"Yes. I don't think I've ever slept that good and you just had to wake me up like an asshole."

Sehun grinned and stroked Jongin's hair, cooing sympathetically (mockingly) at him. "I'm sorry. Come on, let's go eat breakfast." It would probably be wise to take a shower first but they already spent all night sweating all over each other, so he couldn't find it in him to care about being a little bit gross.

He pressed a light kiss to Jongin's lips with the assumption that it was okay to do so- he didn't know what their relationship was defined as, but whatever it was, there seemed to be kissing involved. There was something to be said for the gross mushy sweetness of a morning kiss with morning breath.

It took a lot of urging, but they were soon shuffling downstairs and into the kitchen. Jongin perched on the edge of the counter while Sehun cracked eggs into a bowl, grabbing a whisk and clumsily poking at the yolks with it to break them.

"I didn't know you could cook." Jongin said, watching him with a slight smile.

"I can't cook, this is just scrambled eggs. Who can't make scrambled eggs?"

"Who else can look so cute making scrambled eggs?" he replied, partially to avoid having to admit that he had never made scrambled eggs but mostly to watch Sehun's cheeks color and his lips turn up at the corners.

It wasn't long before Jongin slid off the counter and wrapped his arms around Sehun, watching him cook over his shoulder and mumbling about how he was still tired.

"Go to sleep, then."

Jongin pretended to take this seriously and laid his head on Sehun's shoulder, swaying slightly until Sehun elbowed him in the stomach because he couldn't cook while rocking back and forth like that.

"Do you want breakfast or not? Be still." An affectionate Jongin meant a defensive and embarrassed Sehun. It was always a game of cat and mouse with them, never could they settle for the calm that other people somehow had in their relationships.

"When are your parents coming back?" Jongin asked quietly. He hoped it was later rather than sooner. While he was here, he could pretend he would be content to live like this forever, forgetting about the little things that meant too much to him.

"Tomorrow. Probably just a little after lunch."

Jongin nodded. That meant nearly 24 more hours of contentment, 24 more hours of Sehun.

Sehun was trying to sprinkle sesame seeds on the scrambled eggs into a bowl when Jongin started mouthing wetly at the nape of his neck and half of the sesame seeds ended up on the floor. He managed to shove Jongin off of him for long enough to carry the bowl and two pairs of chopsticks to the table.

They ended up squished together on the same chair because maybe 24 hours was not so long and they'd better make the most of it. They attempted to feed each other and most of it ended up on the table, but it was the effort that really mattered.

It wasn't until they were practically sitting on top of each other on the couch when Jongin finally observed their behavior. "When did we get so gross?" he laughed.

"I dunno, you're the one that's been all over me."

"I thought I'd return the favor, because it's usually you all over me."

"Nuh uh!"

Jongin scoffed and pulled Sehun into his lap. "See! Here you go again. Maybe I didn't want your heavy ass on top of me." he said, as if he hadn't been the one to move him there.

Sehun laughed and settled into the space between Jongin's legs. "Wanna watch a movie?"

Jongin nodded and soon they were watching A Tale of Two Sisters. Sehun insisted that he'd seen the movie tons of times and it didn't scare him anymore, sitting a bit far away from Jongin as if to prove a point.

However, at the very first ghost scene, he clambered over and whined into Jongin's chest. "I hate this movie, why are we watching it?"

"You said it didn't scare you!"

"Yeah, well, you should've known better!"

Sehun refused to watch any more and the creepy mood was ruined for Jongin by the pouting boy in his lap, so they gave up on the movie idea.

"We could play video g- oh. Never mind, Zitao has my controllers." They sat in silence for a while, trying to think of something fun to occupy their time.

"We could fuck." Sehun said suddenly, straight-faced and serious. Jongin's mouth fell open and he struggled to search for a reason why they wouldn't, couldn't, do that. "Or, no, I don't guess we could." Sehun said for him, disappointment and frustration weighing down his tone like a 100 pound weight.

Jongin grasped desperately at straws to make up for his obvious refusal, because even though Sehun was still in his lap, he was drawing away and back into himself, his arms dropping down to his sides. "Sehun-ah, we..we need to take showers, right? So let's go." He picked Sehun up, bridal style, before he could protest. He wouldn't protest the idea of showering together, he would protest Jongin flat out offering things that he would not back up.

Sehun stood with his back against the locked bathroom door and his arms crossed over his chest, staring petulantly at Jongin. "You know, how dare you pretend-"

"I'm not pretending any of the important things."

"I don't know about you, but I'm a regular 18 year old boy and sex is kind of important to me! I don't like having my dick toyed with- wait, I-I mean I do, but-"

"Shut up and take your clothes off." Jongin grumbled, and amazingly enough, red-faced Sehun obeyed.

Soon they were both naked and two people had never tried so very hard to divert their eyes to anything but each other.

It was easier once they were under the hot flow of water, staring at each other's eyes with clear refusal to look at anything else. Eventually, of course, one of them blinked and they broke into a laughing fit, loosening up the uncomfortable feeling in the air. It turned out to be easier than expected to pretend sexual tension wasn't a thing that existed while they rather uneventfully washed each others' hair. Sehun ended up with a soap bubble beard and Jongin had shampoo covering up his nipples.

Sehun resisted the ever present urge to kiss him, so it was Jongin who eventually grabbed the back of his head and decided to make out with him. He whispered apologies against his lips and Sehun was about to say 'it's ok' like he always did, but suddenly Jongin wasn't kissing him anymore.

Because Jongin had dropped to his knees in front of him and Sehun thought he was going to have a heart attack or a stroke of maybe both. "What are you.."

There was no longer need for the question because those irresistible lips were wrapping around him and-

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Sehun had expected fireworks and lightning and something miraculous and crazy. Instead, he got soft and sweet and Jongin, because Jongin wasn't trying to blow his mind, he was trying to apologize. Honestly, he managed both, but Sehun wasn't going to admit that.

Sehun was breathing hard with his back against the wet tile of the wall and Jongin was licking his lips when they heard a voice from outside the bathroom that belonged to neither of them.

"Sehunnie? What are you doing??"