DIRTY BOYS || sekai fanfic; (M)

Chapter 1 || sekai

Dirty Boy

Chapter 1

Sehun

Sunday. That was the day of the week where Oh Sehun had absolutely nothing to do. It was 1:00am but of course, he could care less about his curfew. His usual Sundays felt this way and was only filled with morning collaborative gaming, afternoon Netflix binging, evening masturbation and midnight calls (to sometimes jack off to).

At the current moment, it is an hour past midnight which means he is still making his "innocent" calls. Truthfully this time, he's simply talking to the boy that makes his stomach do somersaults. "Jongin... you know we have Chemistry tomorrow. You should've done the assignment!" He sighed, shaking his head at the older's absentmindedness.

"You know I wasn't there on Friday! Do me the solid, Sehunnie! It's not that hard to just loan me the homework!" Sehun can admit, Jongin can many times be a headass, naïve, douchebag. But just under that is a hardworking, attractive man.

"Aish, Jongin I swear, last time!" He rolled his eyes and walked to his bag, taking out his lab report and slowly reading it to Jongin, helping him paraphrase the sentences. A few times into their divulge, Sehun got a few boners but a few excuses bought him time to fix that.

"I owe you one." Jongin yawned, smirking slightly as he saw a small blush on Sehun's face through the video call screen.

"I think you owe me more than just one, Hyung." He chuckled upon scanning Jongin's face for his iconic smile.

"True... anyway, I gotta blast; eomma's gonna kill me if she finds out we've been talking for this long."

"Three hours, Hyung. It's 4 o'clock in the morning," Sehun yawned, putting away his Chem lab. "Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow, dude... unless you decide to play hooky again!"

"I won't, Sehunnie, don't worry." He laughed softly before waving and ending the call. Sehun closed his laptop, putting it to the side before switching off his light. Of course, Sehun thought his idea of Jongin was unrequited love. But no, this time he's wrong. He's so wrong.

Jongin

"Eomma's gonna kill me if she finds out we've been talking for this long? Oh who am I kidding, how could he believe something like that?!" Jongin scolded himself for saying that to the younger male. Jongin groaned in frustration, utterly irritated of how foolish he is. I mean, of all people, his mother is the one who would encourage him to talk to Sehun all night. So he decided to scurry off to his mother, carefully opening her door.

"Eomma..." He whispered, bowing slowly as she looked at him. "We need to talk." Yes, Jongin was your typical momma's boy.

"Jongin, what's wrong; you look so down!" She put her book down along with her glasses and got up, strutting towards him and cupping his cheeks, examining his saddened eyes.

"I-It's Sehun... I keep falling deeper into love everyday—it's hurting already." Jongin has experience with heartbreak, too much heartbreak. Growing up as a teen, he always was so stuck in the female models, dating the popular women at school but soon enough, when it came to women, his heart turned black. They always used him and crushed his ego, he reverted to men—particularly Sehun, who helped him recover from his seventh and last breakup.

"Sweetie, with time he'll come to love you too. You can't lose hope."

"But eomma... there's no hope for me to lose... I... I don't know. He's always in my mind... he makes my dreams all fuzzy and dirty... but no matter how many wet dreams or day dreams I have about him... I know that it'll always be fake..."

"Kim Jongin, don't say that! It's not true... believe me..."

He bit his lip and nodded. "Goodnight, eomma." He walked away before he heard a reply.

Monday; 07:30am

Sehun

Sehun woke up the next morning late for the eighth time. He's not always punctual but he's a good student. He's sweet too... well, at times he is. Other than that, you might just take him as a sassy man-whore.

He first met Jongin when he was only in middle school and they have been good friends ever since. He can't go a day without thinking about him and possibly jacking off to the thought of a shirtless Jongin. Which is what is happening right now.

The boy rubbed lotion on his hands quickly before letting a hand down his sweats, under his boxers as he quickly gripped his length. He slowly began to move his hand up and down his hardness, biting his lip as he thrashed his head back and slipped off his sweats and underwear.

"Oh, Jongin-ah!" He moaned softly, picking up the pace as he furrowed his eyebrows and palmed himself. He skimmed his thickness up to the tip and to his pink, swollen, throbbing slit, sliding his finger over the bead of pre-cum that leaked from it. He bit his lip, hissing as he flicked his thumb over his slit with force. Soon enough he was a moaning mess, Jongin's name flowing from his mouth ever so low and desperate. He gave himself one final squeeze before releasing, white, sticky cum lined on his stomach and inner thighs.

Sehun took a shower straight after before walking to school. Being late is worth the pleasure, right?

Yes. It is, according to Sehun.

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I hope that was good-

--nini