NCT One-Shots (BoyXBoy)

Johnny & Yuta

j and y ^^ are one of my fav ships ever and i rarely see anything about the two of them so :)

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Johnny was exhausted.

With the recent promotions and performances and appearances, all being overseas in America, all of the boys were near their breaking point.

Fortunately, the company saw how worn out everyone was and granted them the rest of the week off.

Today, they had to finish up with a meeting and they were released to do whatever they wanted.

One of the managers dismisses the group and everyone leaves the foreign building, heading towards the vans to go back to their hotel.

It was currently night time, so the exciting activities everyone was discussing would have to wait until tomorrow.

Except for Johnny.

He had something waiting for him back at the hotel.

With the recent addition of the three rookies, there was now an uneven number to the boy group. And Johnny was lucky enough to have the single room to himself.

As the NCT boys climb into the vans, Johnny ends up between Taeyong and Yuta.

Taeyong immediately asks Johnny as they settle in, "Johnny, can I lay on you for the ride? I'm so tired, I can barely keep my head up."

Johnny chuckles, "Of course, Tae."

Taeyong smiles gratefully and worms his small frame under Johnny's arm, letting Johnny's hand rest on the inside of his thigh and leaning his head against Johnny's shoulder.

"He'll be knocked out in no time," Yuta comments on the other side of Johnny.

"Yeah, but he deserves it. He's been so stressed lately," Johnny replies, brushing a stray hair out of Taeyong's face with his free hand as Taeyong already begins to snore lightly.

"With three more kids, I'd be stressed out, too," Yuta chuckles and hooks one of his legs over Johnny's knee, making himself comfortable for the rest of the ride.

"At least he can fall asleep so easily to relax. It takes me forever and I end up irritable because I'm still so tired in the morning," Johnny says as he lets his free hand grasp onto Yuta's knee, watching Yuta as he plays on his phone.

"What do you do then?" Yuta asks, not looking up from his phone screen.

"What do you mean?"

"If you don't sleep to relax, what do you do?"

"Well..." Johnny suddenly gets quiet, not wanting to expose his secret that lie in his duffel bag, calling his name all the way from the hotel.

"You jerk off?" Yuta finally looks Johnny in the eye, a smirk playing at his lips.

Johnny hums lowly, "Nah, I don't trust myself around twenty other hormone-raged guys. I don't need to be laughed at for the rest of my life because I masturbated next to one of you and you were still awake."

"Not even in the shower?"

"There is literally no privacy anywhere, so nope."

"Damn," Yuta sighs, his hands lowering to his lap. "And I've been yanking it next to you guys almost every night."