Now What? (1/1)

It was past eleven o'clock and Jinki gave up. Minho had said he would try to come home early but that clearly wasn't happening and Jinki had school tomorrow. Waiting, however, had gotten him horny, so he needed to take care of that before going to sleep. In principle, he could just finish off quickly under the covers, but where was the fun in that? Naturally he couldn't stay up too late, but he could still make it enjoyable. Humming a little to himself in soft anticipation he started to undress. His dildo and his new buttplug were already on the bed, and he could not wait. He laid down naked on the bed, and turned on the softest vibration of the dildo, then he rested it against his thigh and his limp dick. While lightly fondling himself from time to time he casually searched for some porn on his phone. The videos were okay, but none of them held his attention. After browsing his favourite sites for a while, somehow he ended up looking at his own photo gallery. He whimpered a little at the sight of Minho. The photos that he had of him were not of a sexual nature, just random, casual photos of him fully dressed, but they were still sexy, all of them, because Minho was sexy. When they were together, Jinki had to hide his attraction to his fake boyfriend. Both because it was too much, he was not supposed to feel that way about him, and also because Minho's ego didn't need that. But now that he was alone he didn't have to hide anymore, so he could just admire his face and his body and the way he carried himself, so tall and confident and fit. So very, very fit. He grunted a little and pulled at his cock a couple of times, then he allowed the soft vibrations to slowly build up his arousal. Not able to resist, he nudged his nipples slightly, and thought about the time Minho had touched him there, and then fucked him on the couch. He groaned a little, and lubed up the buttplug, rolled to his side, then he reached back and pushed it in. Afterwards, he quickly rolled onto his back. He didn't even take time to properly enjoy the feeling of being filled up, because he knew what he wanted, and found the correct folder in his phone. A few weeks ago, Minho had wanted some pictures of them together, to keep on the desktop of his phone when he met with his grandma. So they had gone on a fake date near Han river, the weather had been lovely, and at one point, Minho had been wearing just a T-shirt, a well fitted one, that showed off his perfect body. Very quickly Jinki looked for a particular picture that he liked, and he sighed when he found it. Minho was smiling so broadly, he almost sparkled. His arm was raised, showing off his biceps, even making his dark green T-shirt lift up so a hint of his stomach showed. Jinki zoomed in on his torso, on the enticing thin strip of bare skin, and then suddenly, his phone rang. Panicking completely, he managed to answer.“Uh... hello?” He said, while turning off the vibration of the dildo lying against his crotch.“You started without me?” The background noise made it obvious that Minho was driving.Instantly, Jinki smiled and answered cheekily: “Well, yeah.”There was a soft laughter on the other end. “How's it going?”“Not bad.” Since they were not facetiming, Jinki used the opportunity and lightly fondled himself. Minho's voice was very sexy.“What are you thinking about?”'You' was the honest answer, but it was too direct and embarrassing. Still Jinki wanted him to know the truth, so he answered: “Just... some things we did... before.” His mind flashed back to a couple of days earlier.“Uhhm.” He stayed silent for a while, which wasn't like him, so Jinki was starting to worry when Minho said: “Wait for me, okay?”Simultaneously, this sounded both like an order and a plea, and Jinki wasn't sure which was hotter, so he just answered: “Nnh,” and nodded slightly, even though it wouldn't be seen. He expected Minho to say goodbye and hang up, but he didn't, and stayed silent. Just to hear his voice a little bit longer, Jinki tried to say something. “How did it go? With the... clothing line?”“It went well, we'll probably be able to finish things tomorrow, and start sending the designs to the factory in the next days.”“That's awesome.”“Yeah, it is. Finally.” Minho hesitated for a moment. “Are you... touching yourself?”“Only a little.”“How?”“Just... with my hand, a little. Oh, and I'm using the buttplug.”“Nice...” He cleared his throat. “That's... nice. Hard?”“Mmh.”“You still have to wait for me.”“I know.”“There's no traffic so I'll be there in about 10 minutes max.”“Good.”“So...” Again he cleared his throat. “Where are you?”“Just in bed.”“My bed or yours?”“Mine.” Jinki answered quickly. “Not yours. I wouldn't do that. Not when you aren't here.” That was so inappropriate.“I wouldn't mind.”“I... eh...” Completely speechless, Jinki wasn't sure what to say. But his mind knew what to think, and he (too) easily pictured himself in Minho's bed, rolling around naked, fucking himself with a dildo, sweaty and needy, surrounded by Minho's scent. The thought was so terribly perverted. Still, he thought about how he would cum, and be so exhausted and satisfied that he would fall asleep. And later he would wake up to Minho getting into bed with him, snuggling up to him. His body warm and inviting. “I'm getting close now, I can see the apartment building, so I should be there in five minutes.”“Oh, okay.” Jinki muttered excitedly, his whole body electrified.“Bye. See you in a bit.”“Bye.” As soon as Minho had hung up, Jinki gently slapped his cheeks a little, hoping to kill the embarrassing blush that had appeared for no reason. But it was no use, the blush was there to stay, though hopefully it just looked like he was flushed from arousal, not like an inexperienced boy in love. He thought about what position to be in, if he should be on all fours, showing his ass to the door, but it was too crude. Trying to be in a suggestive pose would be a disaster, he wasn't the sexy type. So he decided to be as normal as possible (given that he was naked and hard). Quickly, he rearranged all the pillows he could find up against the head of the bed, so he could lean up against them in what hopefully would look like a casual pose. He started by slowly stroking his cock up and down, but he was too aroused, too excited, so it was best not to risk it. Instead he grabbed onto the bedcovers and waited. The longest five minutes of his life. To make it worse it was longer than that. Six minutes passed and there was no sign of Minho, seven minutes, seven and a half, and then finally he could hear someone opening the front door. Jinki's heart skipped a beat, and he started to regret his position, but it was too late to change now. Holding his breath, he waited, and waited, until there was a soft knock on his door. “Come in.” He tried to shout, but it was awkward and his voice broke a little.The door still opened up. “Hey.” Minho smiled softly.“Hey.” Jinki smiled back fully, wholeheartedly, because he was just so happy to see him. Very quietly, Minho closed the door, and moved closer to the bed, stopping right in front of it. Their eyes locked, but then Minho's gaze dropped down, and further down, making Jinki's body so hot to be looked at like that.“You waited.” He stated the obvious.Jinki just nodded, afraid he might explode from excitement if he let out a sound.Minho's eyes looked up again, to his face, and he smirked a little. “Did you miss me?”“Yes.” Jinki breathed out.Minho's cocky smirk turned into a soft smile and his beauty took Jinki's breath away. Minho was always very handsome, but his softness made him beyond stunning, and Jinki could not look away. His fake boyfriend was obviously tired, dark circles under his eyes from being overworked, but this unexpected kink in his perfection only made him more human, more beautiful. Minho got up on the bed, still wearing his stylish black shirt and his sophisticated work slacks. He moved until he was right on top of Jinki. His strong arms holding his weight up, and Jinki wished he wasn't wearing any shirt so he could see how his biceps bulged. “What do you want me to do to you?” He whispered, staring directly into Jinki's eyes.“I want you to kiss me.” He blurted out, because his lips were so close, but so painfully far away. He put his arms around his neck, trying to pull him down, but Minho wouldn't budge, instead he muttered: “And?”“And I want you to fuck me.” Jinki blurted out, breathily, too horny to care how pathetic and needy he sounded.The corners of Minho's mouth moved up ever so slightly, he moved even closer, and whispered: “Okay.” The kiss was passionate, immediately wet and deep and Jinki's body was on fire. Minho's hands were on him, touching him everywhere, more raw than normally. No hesitant pauses or negotiations, just holding him, kissing him, touching him. Jinki let his hands roam over his shirt, feeling his strong arms, his strong back, the warmth of him. When Minho finally took off his shirt, and the rest of his clothes, Jinki moved onto his knees, ready to take him into his mouth, to make him feel good, but Minho wouldn't let him. Instead he pushed him back, and soon was on top of him again, touching him again, kissing him, grinding against him, but this time both of them were naked. Jinki's head felt muddled, and everything was a blur, their bodies tangled up together, kissing, touching, loving. All of his defences were broken and he just loved him so much. All of him. Always. His beauty, and his passion, his cockiness and his confidence, and his kindness. Most of all his kindness. Jinki felt like he was drowning in it, in him, in how he spoiled him, and always took care of him, especially now. When the buttplug was pulled out, Jinki wrapped his legs around his fake boyfriend, letting him know that he was ready, that he needed this, needed him. Minho pushed his legs up, and looked him in the eyes as he entered him, as he filled him up with his long, hard cock, and Jinki looked back at him, completely vulnerable. Wanting to tell him with his body what he couldn't say with words, that he loved him. Both of them became loud when Minho started moving, and even when Jinki closed his eyes in overwhelming pleasure, he could still feel Minho's eyes on him, could feel him watching him, and he had never felt this connected to anyone. When he started to climax, Minho did too and the ecstasy overtook Jinki, not only the physical pleasure of his body, but the pleasure in the space between them.  Afterwards, Jinki lied still on his stomach, satisfied and exhausted, physically and emotionally.Minho placed his hand on the small of Jinki's back, and muttered drowsily. “I'm too tired to move, maybe it's best I sleep here tonight?”“Mmh.” Jinki agreed as casually as he could, hiding how much his heart fluttered. For a moment, they stayed still, happy and satisfied. After a while, Minho started absentmindedly stroking the small of Jinki's back, then moved over to his hip, stroking him gently. Although his fingers touched Jinki's hip and a part of his behind, the movement wasn't sexual, but intimate, caring, and more than anything it felt real. Nothing they had done tonight felt like a favour, or only for sexual gratification. There was magic between them and Minho had felt it too. He must have. So Jinki tried to find the courage to phrase the thoughts he had been avoiding for too long.“Minho-yah?”“Mmh.”Jinki was glad he wasn't facing him. “What... exactly... are we doing here?”Minho's hand stopped moving.Although Jinki expected him to feign ignorance, pretend that he had no idea what he was talking about, he answered hesitantly:“I... don't... know... exactly. I do... like it. But I don't know.” The room was absolutely silent, and Jinki was sure neither of them breathed. Eventually, Minho broke the silence: “Is that... bad?”For a moment, Jinki thought about that, he didn't want to blurt out something stupid and ruin everything. It was not exactly bad that Minho had no idea what they were doing, but it certainly wasn't good. So eventually Jinki answered: “I don't know.”The atmosphere was charged, and Minho moved his hand away. Neither of them said anything. Jinki wasn't sure what to say. He was tired, and disappointed with Minho's answer, and Minho was probably even more tired than he was. Now was not the right time to talk about this. More than anything, Jinki missed Minho's hand on him. So he forced his voice to be warm and happy.“Don't worry, we don't need to talk about this now, let's just try and get some sleep.”“...Okay.” Minho murmured softly. “Good night hyung.”“Good night.” But even though they had bid goodnight and settled things for now, Jinki felt restless, his earlier calm destroyed. Although he put great effort into not reading too much into Minho's answer, into not letting any dark thoughts overtake him, he still couldn't relax. Then a warm hand was placed gently on the small of his back. Jinki's shoulders automatically relaxed and he could feel with every fibre of his being that this was what he needed. So he backed up against his fake boyfriend, until he was being spooned by him. Understanding what he wanted, Minho put his arm around him, and then, at least for a little while, everything felt good again.