My Muse

3

Mark gasped. His fingers dug into the sheets under him.

Jinyoung's lips ghosted down his chest, feeling him shudder from the light kisses he left. His hands found the perfect hold on Mark's slender waist, feeling how his body moved and bent with the pleasure Jinyoung administered to him. Mark's back arched up as Jinyoung dragged his nails down his sides, a desperate whine accompanying it.

God, he was beautiful. So damn beautiful all flushed and vulnerable. Jinyoung would've taken a picture if he had the chance.

Then, in just a split second, Jinyoung was on his back against the mattress. Mark kissed him hard, meaningful. His lips traveled down Jinyoung's neck, teeth nipping at his skin and leaving dark purple and red spots in their wake.

Jinyoung's body ignited with want and desire, a pathetic whimper escaping him as Mark tweaked a nipple. And lower and lower Mark went, forcefully pressing Jinyoung's thighs open, pinning them down to the mattress. His dark eyes looked up from between Jinyoung's legs, and at the absolute worst moment, Jinyoung felt shy. He wanted to cover himself. He wanted to hide his imperfections and show Mark only the best of him.

It was too late though. Mark had already seen him in all of his glory, and Mark was obviously hungry for what he saw.

Faster than Jinyoung could think, Mark dipped his head down between his legs, mouth closing around his tall arousal that stemmed from only gazing into the famished expression in Mark's eyes...

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Jinyoung rose with a gasp. He was hot. Sweaty. He took a look around. He was on his couch. He looked in front of him. No one was there. Behind him, also no one. He sat there gathering himself together before he realized his unfortunate and pathetic situation.

His shorts were tight, a bulge poking through them. Mark was nowhere in sight. He left hours ago in the morning, Jinyoung remembered. He had something important to do. So Jinyoung was left alone, ending up falling asleep on his couch resulting in wet dreams.

Frustrating was a good word for it. Just frustrating. The unfulfilled desire, the deafening pounding of his heart, the impure thoughts that infected his mind, all of it due to one man he couldn't have. Fucking frustrating.

Jinyoung pressed the heel of his hands against his eyelids, rubbing slow circles as he tried to calm down from his exciting dream. He eventually found himself in the shower, cold water droplets beating down on his steaming skin, forehead pressed against the cool white tiles as he pitied himself.

Wasn't anything unusual though. The more he craved Mark, the more he hated himself for it. Who in their right mind would develop feelings for someone they knew didn't reciprocate them?

Jinyoung would. He did. Which his why he hated it. Because he was an idiot in love with his best friend.

Friend.

That damned word.

"Fuck friends." He mumbled to himself, taking his anger out on a poor bottle of shampoo he slammed against the wall.

He could only be angry at himself for being such a dumbass. It was his own heart's fault.

Damn his heart.