Disenchanted (Completed)

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Minho chugged down the beer to its very last drop. He was starting to feel lightheaded and wished he was on the couch instead of the kitchen island. His body was getting too hot that he sweated so much.

Hyunjin didn't mention that they were throwing a huge party and apparently, Minho lost Chan in the swarm of drunken bodies dancing and bumping against each other. At the times like this, he would just go and dance with some random stranger, get wasted and have some fun.

But no, he was too depressed to move and too drunk to talk, not to mention he already has a husband.

"A jerk of a husband," Minho muttered to himself as he laughed, amused.

Hyunjin approached him after seeing him from afar. "Hey, Min, you okay?"

"Clearly, I'm not," Minho giggled, his mind was floating up ahead. He couldn't think straight and slurred out all the words he could say. Hyunjin sighed as he stared at his friend's pathetic drunken state. He lifted Minho's arms around him as he dragged him on the way upstairs and into one of the rooms.

Flopping Minho down on the bed, Hyunjin pulled the covers and placed it above his drunk friend. Just as he was about to leave, he felt a hand wrapped around his wrists, pulling him down on the bed.

"What - "

"Jinnie, sleep with me," Minho sang whilst wrapping his arms around Hyunjin's neck, bringing him closer.

Hyunjin laughed, pushing himself away from Minho. "Jesus, no, we're both bottoms."

"Please? I'll top," Minho whined.

"As if," Hyunjin headed to the door and stopped, turning around to look at Minho. "I'm going to call Chan, you wait your horny little ass over there, alright?"

Just as he said, Minho waited and stayed still. He kicked the covers away from him, he couldn't handle the little heat that enveloped over his body. Sitting up, he got rid of his pink sweater and threw it on the floor, he then lay back down. His back pressing against the cold sheets.

He heard the door opened and Chan's voice lingered in his ears, "Minho?"

"Channie," Minho sang while making grabby hands towards the blonde's direction. Chan crossed his arms over his chest, the unpleasant look on his face clearly displayed. But the man on the bed didn't stop from making whiny pleases as he slowly got up to reach Chan, who took a step back from the bed.

Minho felt like crying, this dick was avoiding him even at this state. "Fuck you, Chan. You don't even want to have sex with me."

Then all of a sudden, Minho was pressed back against the bed while Chan was pinning him down with both arms on either sides of Minho's head. Their breaths were probably clashing against each other at how close they were.

"Did you want this?" Chan's voice dropped down and it sent shivers down Minho's spine that he arched his back, hoping to grind himself on Chan's thigh. The Australian chuckled darkly as he responds to the movement, pushing his knee against Minho's growing erection. "I want you too, Min."

"Fuck, Chan," moaned Minho, constantly grinding against Chan. He dreamt of being able to be this intimate with Chan again. He didn't know it would be this time and at another house. Minho missed this. He needed this from Chan and Chan only.

Leaning down, Chan hovered his lips above Minho's, teasing him. He slipped his tongue out and licked Minho's bottom lip, earning a small whine from him.

Chan felt his boxer tightened under the sweatpants when he heard that. He grind against Minho's lower body, emitting a throaty moan from the man beneath him.

"Ah, please, Chan," Minho whined.

"Please what?"

"Fuck me, please? I really need - "

Chan's phone started to ring in his pockets, his eyes widening after realizing what he was doing.