He's So Innocent

Accidents Happen(7)

The morning after Jihyo's party was rough,
emotionally and physically.
Minho woke up with a chronic migraine and hangover, yet some how no recollection of the party's events.
Jisung woke up with flushed cheeks and...
"Shit," he whispered to himself. His pants were drenched and his crotch was throbbing.
Morning wood.
What was I dreaming about last night?
Jisung closed his eyes and thought for a moment.

"Hyung~" Jisung cried out with a whine. Minho turned around and frowned. His eyes held a glimmer of mischief and danger. Jisung couldn't look away.
He came closer, almost prowling towards the boy. His hand found Jisung's neck and he massaged the skin underneath his ear.
"Hyung is going to make you feel good," he whispered, causing a chill to run up Jisung's neck.
Hot breath. Hot breath against Jisung's ears. He craned his neck so he could feel the elder's lips on his skin.
He needed it.
Minho finally gave in and latched his mouth to Jisung's neck. He idly swirled his tongue and bit down. The younger whined with pleasure, his body jerking at the need for more touch.
Minho gave it to him, running his free hand down his side and grasping his hip, using it to swivel their bodies in sync.
Jisung was in heaven, the love of his life was making love bites on his neck. He was claiming him, owning him. Jisung moaned and pulled away a bit.
Minho looked confused at the action but quickly softened when the younger pressed his lips against his own.
Minho fell back, hitting a bed he didn't know existed and let the latter take control for a moment. Jisung grabbed both sides of his hyung's face and begged for access into his mouth. Minho complied, but only for a second. He stopped kissing back when he felt something beneath him.
"Hard? Are we?" he asked Jisung, a smirk on his lips. Jisung winced.
"Want me to help with that?"

Want me to help with that?
What the actual fuck?
Jisung groaned out loud and reopened his eyes. They focused on the mound in front of him.
Minho.
"Shit, fuck," he muttered in a panic, not wanting to wake the elder when he was in his current state.
He dashed out the door and crossed the hallway to the bathroom.

Minho opened one eye and peeked out. Jisung had gone to the bathroom. He was probably brushing his teeth, that was all Minho could guess.
He stood up and acknowledged the pounding in his head and began to trudge to the bathroom. He opened the door and peered in on Jisung sitting on the closed toilet seat while holding his head in his hands.
"Are you having a breakdown?" the elder asked cautiously.
Jisung became startled as he looked at Minho.
He covered his crotch and crossed his legs.
"Trying to figure out how to solve a problem," he improvised.
Minho blinked slowly.
"Does it have to do with the stain on my sheets?" he said seriously.
Jisung's hear dropped.
He leaked through?
He leaked through???
"I guess..."
"I'm assuming you don't know what to do," Minho kept going. He was starting to become amused with the blonde boy.
Jisung looked at the tiled floor.
"I can help," Minho said. He mentally slapped himself for saying that, he truthfully could not help Jisung in that way.
"N-No-"
Minho sat on the edge of the bathtub.
"All you have to do is jack off," Minho claimed. Jisung opened his mouth to say something, but no words spilled out.
"Easy," Minho continued.
Jisung shook his head.
Minho stopped talking for a moment.
He didn't think the boy had ever touched himself.
"Wait-"
"It's fine it's fine it's fine it's fine-"
"Jisu-"
"Stop! Stop! Stop!"
Minho smiled at him.
"You're cute when you're flustered, Jisungie," Minho greeted as he walked out of the bathroom.
Jisung's raging issue flared at each word and the smile playing on his roommate's lips.
At least he knew what to do...

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a/n: short chapter today. nothing will be more descriptive than this bc they are still young and innocent, to some degree.

till next time
brookline xxx