chapter 1 (1/1)

Chapter 1

Jeon Wonwoo and Kim Mingyu come as a set, a “buy one, get one free” kind of deal and not for individual sale. If you want the cautious, well-mannered boy, you’ll have to put up with the little hellraiser and his canine smile, too. Even their names sound lonely without the other to complement it, flowing easily from one syllable to the next. Where one goes, the other follows, so it doesn’t come as a surprise when the boys move out of the comfort of their own homes after high school to rent an apartment together. They endure summers without air conditioning, winters without heaters (and if one of them slips into the other’s bed to share body heat… well, that’s their own business). The entryway, kitchen, and living space are all just one big room. You could sit on the toilet and touch the opposite wall with your outstretched arm. It’s not much, but it’s what they can afford, even if just barely. It doesn’t bother them that they’re vegetarian not by choice, but because meat is sometimes just out of their budget. In September, they’re a little quieter from stress, debating between paying their tuition and paying their rent. But if anyone—particularly their parents—were to ask how they were coming along, they would both say in unison, We’re okay, because they don’t have much, but at least they have each other. * * * It’s been weeks since Wonwoo has had a quiet night to himself. He doesn’t have work tonight and Mingyu just left an hour ago to start his evening shift at a nearby 7-Eleven. As much as he wants to catch up on missed sleep, he has to read and start on his essay while Mingyu isn’t there to chatter distraction into his ear. He looks up from his reading when he hears Mingyu outside the door, muttering curses and fumbling to get his key into the hole. Mingyu must have forgotten something at home, because he wasn’t supposed to be back for another five hours. Just as Wonwoo rises to his feet to get the door, Mingyu throws it open with a bang and storms inside, shucking off his jacket. “Chill, dude!” Wonwoo shouts. “You’ll damage the walls.” It’s not an exaggeration, given how thin they are are. Wonwoo would know. Last time he tripped over Mingyu’s sleeping body in the dark, he had flailed in an attempt to catch his balance and accidentally sent an arm right through the wall. His expression softens when he sees Mingyu’s deep set frown. “What happened?” “I got fired, that’s what.” Wonwoo takes two steps to their kitchen to fill up a glass of water from the sink. He raises a brow at Mingyu to show that he’s listening, and that’s all Mingyu needs before he begins to rant. “Because this asshole of a customer thought he was God’s gift to the world. I swear to god, Wonwoo, I could’ve decked the guy. So he came up to me with his XXL Slurpee cup, right? It was full and he was waving it around, spilling slurpee everywhere and making a goddamned mess. And then he was like ‘Why the hell do you guys make these so big? It won’t fit the cup holder in my car so I have to hold it while I’m driving. It’s like you’re trying to set me up for a car accident’.” Wonwoo loyally gives Mingyu an that’s absurd! look. Mingyu makes a face at him that says, People are ridiculous, right? before resuming his story. “For a second, I didn’t even know what to say to him. And then I said in my adult voice, ‘Firstly, sir, don’t feel obligated to buy the XXL cup to save a few cents. We have regular sizes that will fit in your standard cup holder. Secondly, I have worked here for three years and I have never had anyone complain to me that the XXL size was too big.’ And then the guy just goes off, saying shit like ‘kids these days don’t have any respect for their elders’ and ‘if I were the manager, I never would have hired you’ and that I’m single-handedly killing the business with my shitty attitude. In my head I was like, what the fuck, right? ‘Cause I have no control over how big the cups are, and 7-Eleven isn’t going to make XXL cups smaller because some asshole doesn’t like fun things.” Mingyu screams a little in frustration and Wonwoo finds that he’s genuinely mad at the customer on his best friend’s behalf. Maybe even mad enough to punch the guy if Mingyu ever pointed him out on the streets. “So then the manager stepped in and fired me on the spot for defending myself against this lil’ bitch. God—the smug look at that bastard’s face!” Mingyu curses (and Wonwoo agrees, chiming in with a, Wow, fuck that guy). “Wish you were there to see it. He was born with a face made for punching. Anyway, since I didn’t have to worry about my job anymore, I took the cup from him and I said, ‘You know where this would fit, sir? Right up your ass’.” Wonwoo bursts out laughing and he can see Mingyu in the corner of his eyes, looking a little pleased with himself for making Wonwoo laugh so hard. “I fucking love you,” Wonwoo wheezes and Mingyu says it back easily. He hands Mingyu a glass of water, which the other drinks obediently before handing it back to Wonwoo, who then gives it a rinse. They’re both still chuckling a little. “But wait! There’s more,” Mingyu says like he’s the voice of an infomercial. “You’re fired too!” Wonwoo whips his head to Mingyu face so fast he just about gives himself whiplash. “What? What did I do? I wasn’t even there!” “That’s what I said! But I may or may not have let slip you were my best friend a thousand times, so the manager thinks you’ll be out for revenge. Steal cash from the till when no one’s looking or something like that.” Wonwoo groans. “Jesus Christ, Mingyu.” Being a cashier at 7-Eleven is nothing to brag about, but the job is predictable and easy, something he could do running off three hours of sleep. They really need the money right now, too. The school year has just started and they’ve yet to pay their tuition for the semester, having been granted permission to pay at a later date. “Sorry,” Mingyu says, voice small. He steps into Wonwoo’s side so that their elbows are smushed together. It’s a silent request for a hug and Wonwoo obliges with a sigh, pulling Mingyu into his arms. He buries his nose in the crook of Mingyu’s neck, giving his best friend a squeeze when he feels arms wrapping around his waist. “It’s fine.” It isn’t really. “We’ll manage. We still have each other.” But this, at least, is true. * * * Wonwoo is lying on his belly, being unproductive as usual on his laptop. Mingyu is at his side, most likely doing something equally useless with his time. He glances over at the other’s laptop and does a double take. “Kim Mingyu! Are you watching porn right beside me?”  “You act like you’ve never seen it before,” Mingyu laughs. Wonwoo sighs and shifts to seated, gathering up his laptop in his arms to prepare to leave. “If you wanted to jerk off, you should’ve just told me.” Mingyu grabs onto his pajama bottoms and gives the fabric a slight tug. “Wait, I want to show you something. “I am not watching porn with you.”  “Not gonna watch porn. Just sit down,” Mingyu says with a roll of his eyes. Wonwoo acquiesces, grumbling as he sits back down and scoots towards Mingyu to take a look at the screen. PeepingTom.com The world’s best amateur cam site featuring thousands of the sexiest camgirls and boys and couples for your viewing pleasure. Updated daily with all 100% real hot sex you could ever dream of. Live chat with your favourite camstars and start watching today! Mingyu glances at him and smiles before turning back. “This is where it’s at nowadays. None of that fake stuff made by career pornstars. Just a horny person making sweet love in front of their camera.” Mingyu presses play on the intro video, a montage of the month’s most viewed videos in three second clips. Wonwoo would like to hide behind his fingers right now, but he doesn’t want to give Mingyu a reason to make fun of him, so he cups his chin with a hand instead. There are snippets of people throat fucking and talking dirty in ways that make his ears pink and his toes curl; even taking monster dildos up the ass by popular demand of their viewers. He’s bewildered and kind of scared and—God forbid—kind of turned on, too. His cheeks are hot and he knows he must be completely red. As a healthy twenty year old, it’s nothing he’s never seen before. Hell, he’s even walked in on Mingyu jerking off before (but he was careful not to make eye contact, spinning on his heel and walking right out of their bedroom without missing a beat). It’s just that he’s only ever watched porn alone, and he plans to keep it that way. Mingyu laughs. “It’s great, right?” “I mean, if you’re into that kind of stuff,” Wonwoo allows. There’s something more to this. He knows it. “There’s something here for everyone.” “What’s the real reason you’re showing me this?” Wonwoo asks. Even though he’s had his eyes on the screen the entire time, he knows Mingyu’s hadn’t been—he had felt his best friend’s gaze on him, watching carefully to judge his reaction. “Just hear me out before you say anything, okay?” Mingyu says. “I already know I won’t like this,” Wonwoo sighs, but Mingyu gives him such a crestfallen look that he waves a hand at the other to continue. “So the site has a pretty solid system going on… If you wanna watch, you can either get a pay-per-minute package and watch videos by a bunch of different camstars; or, you can pay a one-time fee of 9.95 to subscribe to someone’s channel and have unlimited access to their videos…” Mingyu takes a breath. “You can upload videos, too. You pay a yearly fee of 299.99, but you’ll get ten bucks from every subscriber you gain. The website takes a cut of that, obviously, but it’s like, a 70-30 split in your favour? If you run ads on your page, you can make money off that, too.” It dawns on Wonwoo. “You want to be a camstar,” he says with a bit of awe. Mingyu isn’t talking like he had just stumbled upon the site a few minutes ago. He talks like he has put serious thought into this.  Mingyu shrugs. “I mean, yeah. The money’s good. Some of these people have thousands of subscribers.” Wonwoo ignores the pang of disappointment in his chest out of sheer habit. “You sound like you’ve already decided to do it. I don’t think what I have to say will make a difference.” “That’s not true. I always care about what you think.” Except Wonwoo can’t say he doesn’t want Mingyu spreading himself out on camera for thousand of eyes to see. Those eyes could belong to anyone—teenage girls and boys, lonely wives or old men. He can’t stand the thought of some old geezer with a sagging face jerking off to his best friend’s youthful body. He doesn’t want Mingyu to touch himself and talk dirty for the audience on the other side of the screen, doesn’t want Mingyu looking blissed-out for anyone but him. But he can’t say all of that without sounding like he’s confessing his love. So even though he doesn’t want to, Wonwoo says, “The money is good. If you’ve really thought about it… Like, you’ve thought about the repercussions and everything… and decided you still want to do it, go for it.” Mingyu blinks at him, as though he weren’t expecting Wonwoo to support him. When the words sink in, a slow smile spreads over his face, lips curling in that endearing way over sharp canines. Mingyu is actually blushing a little, and Wonwoo can’t figure out why. He just knows he really likes that look on his best friend if the excited flipping of his stomach is go by. “Great, so you’ll do it with me!”  Wonwoo balks. “Wait, no, I didn’t say that.” “But you just said to go for it.” “I meant you should go for it, not me,” Wonwoo corrects. “Oh, I-uh. I kind of thought it was obvious I wanted to do it together?” Mingyu sounds confused, and then he adds, “We do everything together,” like it’s supposed to convince Wonwoo into joining him. “Not everything. Some things are better done alone.” “But not this, right? This would be really fun if we did it together,” Mingyu says earnestly. God, this boy is going to be the death of him. It’s true that he and Mingyu do a lot of things together, things that aren’t exactly appropriate anymore at their age, like stepping into their cramped shower together so they could both get hot water. As kids, they’d been close in a way that made their parents worry, like sharing their first kiss. Then when they were ten and learning about their bodies, they had brought each other off in seconds with their inexperienced hands (that must have been the start of it all, because Wonwoo had felt something then, watching Mingyu’s small nose scrunch and brow furrow and that really adorable blush). They never brought up that moment again, and Wonwoo wonders if Mingyu even remembers.  Their friendship is at a comfortable place right now, even if Wonwoo really wants to push the boundaries of it sometimes. But Wonwoo knows his place—it’s at Mingyu’s side, as a friend. He doesn’t want to give himself false hope and ruin something he’s worked so hard to maintain, so this money making scheme is completely off the table for him. “I’m not doing this, Mingyu,” he says firmly. Mingyu doesn’t say anything, just rolls onto his back and whines Wonwoo’s name and groans loudly, drumming his legs against the floor in a way that Wonwoo finds both hilarious and stupid. “Okay, Mingyu… I know we’ve only known each other for our entire lives, so this may come as a surprise to you, but I’m actually shy as fuck and I don’t think I could put my sex life on display like this.” After giving him a dirty look, Mingyu lets the subject drop.  Yet later that night, when Mingyu is asleep in their bedroom and Wonwoo is in the living room finishing up his essay, he finds himself on PeepingTom.com again—and not to masturbate. * * * It’s with a defeated expression that Wonwoo approaches Mingyu at breakfast the following day and says, “I’ll do it.” For the money, now that they’re both jobless and the worry about next month’s bill is more immediate. Turning to a career as amateur porn stars would free up a lot of time to focus on school and their own hobbies. It’ll only take them half an hour or so to do bedroom things; maybe another hour to edit because neither of them have an idea what they’re doing. And fine, he’s crushed Mingyu for years, so the fact that’ll he get to touch his best friend in ways he’s only ever dreamed of may or may not have influenced his decision. Mingyu throws his arms into the air in triumph. “I knew you would say yes!” he says through a mouthful of rice, spraying grains everywhere in the process. Wonwoo is wrapped around Mingyu’s pinky, and his best friend knows it. “I can’t let you do something like this on your own. You’ll screw it up.” Wonwoo wrinkles his nose. “And don’t talk with your mouth full, you nasty piece of—” Mingyu cuts him off by throwing his arms around Wonwoo and pulling him in for a tight hug, even lifting him up a little so that his toes barely skim the tiles. Wonwoo hates how painfully aware he is of how close they’re pressed together, all the way from chest down to the shins. Wonwoo’s arms are jammed into his sides and he can’t move an inch in Mingyu’s grasp. Mingyu’s chest is hard against his and their pelvises are connected. There’s only a few layers of fabric between his cock and Mingyu’s. Wonwoo can feel his best friend’s breathy chuckles against his ear; they’re that damn close. With a growing sense of horror, Wonwoo recognises the sensations of his body betraying him.The heat pooling in his gut; how when he presses his legs together, a little spark of pleasure shoots through him; how there isn’t even a hair’s width of space between them and it still isn’t enough. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck— “Let go of me, you jerk! You’re crushing my ribs,” Wonwoo says with a gasp. He’s red. He’s so fucking red right now and when Mingyu lets go to grin at him, he can only hope that his best friend thinks it’s from lack of air. As though nothing happened—as though Wonwoo hadn’t been two seconds away from popping a boner against his thigh—Mingyu returns to the dining table. He picks the grains of rice that had landed on the table and eats them. Wonwoo would comment, except he’s too busy fixing his pants while his best friend’s back is to him.  “We could take viewer requests for money. Five bucks a pop.” Mingyu adds, “Of course we’ll only do things we’re comfortable with.” “You’ve put an awful lot of thought into this,” Wonwoo says weakly. He turns to open their fridge, sighing a little when the lightbulb flickers. The cold air on his cheeks is a blessing and he sticks his head in further than necessary to cool down his ears. “Hell yeah, I even thought about what we could do for our first video. I was thinking an introduction of ourselves so the viewers can get to know us. Makes us more relatable, yeah? We’ll start off with something tame and then be like, ‘Dear viewers, if you wanna see us get kinky, request a video for five bucks!’” All Wonwoo can think of is that Mingyu has thought of doing this with him. Mingyu’s thought of jerking him off, maybe even more, while brainstorming video ideas and Wonwoo’s knees go weak. He sits down opposite from Mingyu with a bowl of rice and kimchi and an egg Mingyu had fried the other day. “You were really counting on me to say yes.” “Like I said, I knew you would. I know you can’t wait to get your hands on me.” Mingyu flashes his trademark wolfish grin and Wonwoo’s heart stops.  He looks up slowly from his bowl, the airy feeling in his chest from earlier vanishing. His pulse pounds in his ears. Mingyu knows how he feels? Mingyu has known all along how badly Wonwoo wants him and he’s using it to his advantage? Mingyu looks uncomfortable for only a fraction of second before he laughs. “Jesus, Wonwoo, you don’t have to look so disgusted. I was just joking.” Wonwoo gives a strained smile and they lapse into an uneasy silence. He’s still not entirely sure Mingyu was joking, but to give Mingyu the benefit of doubt, and for his own sanity, it’s what he’ll believe. Wonwoo doesn’t want to go to class leaving things strained between them, so he asks, “What if no one watches us and we waste three hundred bucks for no reason?” “Then we’ll tell all our buddies and they can help spread the word.” Wonwoo rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “It’s not fucking YouTube, Mingyu. We can’t just ask all our friends to subscribe.” “Why not?” Mingyu asks indignantly. “We’d be doing them a favour. I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t want to miss it.” And just like that, the tension is gone. * * * Like anyone else, Wonwoo loves weekends, particularly ones where he doesn’t have to work or study. This weekend though, he has been dreading. He’s sitting ramrod straight on Mingyu’s bed, his script clutched in the whites of his knuckles. He’s shirtless, just wearing ratty pajama bottoms. (He’s practised for hours, to Mingyu’s amusement, going over the words until they sounded natural, but this whole situation was so fucking bizarre that they never did.) Holy hell, this is really happening. Mingyu is opening the blinds to let natural sunlight into the room. Mingyu sets up a cheap tripod and camera before the bed. Mingyu is half-naked, sweats slung low on his hips and it’s all because he’s getting ready to have sex with Wonwoo. Wonwoo clears his throat nervously. “Maybe… We could just just sit beside each other and you could jerk off yourself and I’ll do myself?” It wouldn’t make things that much better, since Mingyu would still be right beside him, but at least he’d be able to avoid coming with a single stroke by his best friend’s hand. “You’re an idiot, Wonwoo. Who the fuck would pay to watch that? They could just go on Omegle and get that shit for free.” Mingyu looks around the room and makes sure that everything is in place and lube is sitting on the bedside table. They had actually cleaned their room for this. And by clean, he means they dumped all the dirty clothes onto Wonwoo’s bed. Wonwoo makes a noise like he’s dying and Mingyu looks over his shoulder to give him a concerned look. “Hey, you really don’t have to do this, you know. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to.” Except Wonwoo wants this. “It’s okay… We already paid for an account.” Mingyu shrugs. “So I’ll do it. You don’t have to be a part of it.” Wonwoo is almost offended, because he’s always been a part of the big things in Mingyu’s life, the things that matter. This is most definitely one of them. “I’ll do it. I can do it.” “Yeah I’ve never seen you practise so much for anything. Like you were about to give a speech in front of the White House, or something,” Mingyu says fondly. “You were great, by the way. Real cute and innocent. People are gonna eat that shit up.” Wonwoo flushes, looking down to pick at the threads of Mingyu’s blanket.  “All right. I think everything’s ready. Gonna start recording now so get that script outta sight!”  Mingyu jumps onto bed and practically sits atop Wonwoo and Wonwoo thinks, Okay, you know what? I don’t think I can do this after all. He’s literally getting hard just because his best friend is sitting beside him. He has to reassure himself that he’s getting hard in anticipation of what’s to come, not because Mingyu is beside him. How pathetic would that be? “Hey guys, welcome to our channel,” Mingyu starts, opening with a big smile. “I thought we’d start off by introducing ourselves. I’m M and this is my best friend, Beanie.” He drapes an arm over Wonwoo’s shoulders and Wonwoo wiggles his fingers at the camera in greeting. “We’re just two broke college kids tryna put ourselves through school.” It’s so unfair, how easily the words come to Mingyu, but then Wonwoo notices the way his best friend’s jaw works nervously in between words and somehow he finds it comforting. Mingyu gently squeezes his shoulder, an indication for Wonwoo to say his lines. (Oh god, what are his lines again?) Taking a deep breath, Wonwoo forces a wobbly smile and speaks. “Um so… We’ve sort of hit a rough patch and uh, we could really do with the extra money.” Wonwoo feels his best friend’s eyes on him and stammers. Oh my god, Mingyu, stop looking at me! You’re making me even more nervous. “So we were thinking… we could put a show on for you guys, have a bit of fun. I mean, if you guys are interested, since I know you have to pay and all, which sucks. Sorry you have to pay. But like I said, the money would help us out a ton and um. Hopefully we can make it worth it for you? Okay, I’m rambling…” This is it. This is how he goes. Wonwoo is going to be the first person in history to die of embarrassment. He just feels like a damn fool talking into a camera about something like this. It’s like talking to your reflection about how much you want sex, having to see your desperate expression, except this is a thousand times worse because he knows possibly thousands of strangers will be watching him. Ever the saving grace, Mingyu swoops in to save Wonwoo from himself. “We’re gonna start off pretty tame, give you guys a taste of what you’re in for if you decide to subscribe. That’s okay with you, right babe?” Wonwoo starts a little when he realises that Mingyu was talking to him. He’s too used to hearing Mingyu call his partners babe, but never him, and he nods uncertainly. It’s like a switch goes off in Mingyu, because where he was once open smiles, now his eyes have fallen to half-mast and he’s leering. If Wonwoo weren’t already seated, his legs would have given out beneath him. Mingyu’s eyes drop to his lips. Wonwoo doesn’t know who leans in first, but suddenly their lips are pressed together, shy but with purpose. Instinctively, he reaches up to cup the back of his best friend’s neck with his hand, tilting their heads so their lips can slide against each other at the perfect angle. Wonwoo sighs, parting his mouth to allow Mingyu’s tongue to slip inside. He’s imagined this more times than he can keep track of, but he’s still unprepared for the real thing… The skin of his cheeks tingle where Mingyu’s fingers frame his jaw to keep him in place as they suck and nibble at each other’s lower lips, the insistent meeting of their tongues. Wonwoo exhales a moan and Mingyu inhales it and his body is way too responsive to his best friend’s touch. Wonwoo let’s out a muffled oh! against Mingyu’s mouth when he feels fingers skim teasingly over his erection and he bucks into the touch. “Mingyu… please,” he whimpers in between kisses. His best friend obliges, and instead of a light brush of the fingers, Wonwoo gets a large hand cupping his cock over the fabric of his pants. Wonwoo cries out in shock, hips jerking up to create more friction and Mingyu is so good about pleasuring him, palming him hard. Mingyu pulls away and Wonwoo can’t help but chase those lips for another kiss before he catches himself and they rest with their foreheads against each other. Wonwoo keeps his eyes squeezed shut. If he sees Mingyu, he thinks he might come immediately. This way, it’s easier to pretend that there’s isn’t a camera recording all of this. Tiny whimpers escape through Wonwoo’s tightly pressed lips. Mingyu has stopped moving his hand now, making Wonwoo work for his pleasure. Wonwoo curses as he undulates his hips against his best friend’s still palm, the feel of cotton fabric against his aching cock… Knowing that it’s Mingyu’s hand he’s finding pleasure against. Somehow it’s both too much and not enough and he wants— “Tell me what you want,” Mingyu says. There’s a roughness to his voice that Wonwoo has never heard before that somehow makes him even harder than he thought possible. “I… I—” he starts, but he can’t bring himself to say it. He just squeezes his thighs a little tighter around Mingyu’s hand and hopes that it’s answer enough. Wonwoo feels like he could actually cry a little from frustration—he wants this so much. Has wanted this since he knew what it meant to desire another person sexually. Mingyu must know how desperate he is for this too, and yet the asshole’s still going to make him say it. Mingyu begins to slowly pull his hand away even though Wonwoo tries to keep it clenched between his inner thighs.  “Come on, babe,” Mingyu urges. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. I promise.” “Please, I’m so hard… N-need you to jerk me off.” His voice is absolutely tiny, strained with shame and lust. He glances at the tripod and reminds himself that this is all for show.  “Shit…” Mingyu hisses. “Yeah, yeah. Anything for you. You just gotta ask.” He hooks his fingers into the elastic of Wonwoo’s pants and pulls them down his legs. Wonwoo tries to draw his knees in, but Mingyu stops him with firm hands on his thighs. It’s humiliating, doing this in front of others; having to resort to this in order to have his best friend look at him in this way. But Mingyu’s eyes are focussed solely on him, his eyes heavy with want and Wonwoo has never been so fucking hard in his life. The lube is left forgotten on their bedside table. Mingyu spits in his hand before wrapping it around Wonwoo’s length, and Wonwoo cries out when a hot palm squeeze his even hotter arousal. Mingyu holds his hip down with one hand but Wonwoo still tries to buck uselessly up into his best friend’s touch. Mingyu’s doing everything he likes: flicking his wrist at the end of every long stroke, swiping his thumb over the head of his cock and spreading the precum down his length. And it’s so fucking obscene how Mingyu plays with his foreskin, giving it little tugs until Wonwoo’s thighs are trembling and he can’t think beyond the hand on him. “Hey, touch me too.”  Wonwoo makes a noise halfway between annoyed and desperate when Mingyu stops stroking him to shuck off his sweats. He’s still rocking his hips against the air, like it would do a damn thing to ease the overwhelming need to be touched. Then his eyes fall to his best friend’s cock and he stops moving. “Fuck…” Wonwoo whispers and Mingyu chuckles in response. His brain can’t comprehend that it’s Mingyu’s cock within his reach, hard and glistening with precome and curving back to rest against his belly. He’s looking at Mingyu’s cock wide-eyed and the only damn thing he can think is, Oh my god, what do I do with it? “You like it…?” Mingyu rasps. “You can touch it, you know.” With a shaking hand, Wonwoo reaches for his best friend’s sex. He glances uncertainly at the camera, but Mingyu takes Wonwoo’s chin in between his forefinger and thumb and brings Wonwoo’s eyes back on him.  “Forget about the camera. Just keep your eyes on me, ‘kay?” When Wonwoo begins to stroke Mingyu, he doesn’t think there’s anything out there in the world that could take his eyes away from the sight. Mingyu’s jaw falls slack in a moan; his eyes flutter shut and his brows furrow. The look is quickly climbing the ranks of Wonwoo’s favourite Mingyu Expressions. Wonwoo licks his palms and begins to fuck his hand over Mingyu’s cock, marvelling at the velvety wetness of it, how damn good it looks, pinkened from arousal. Mingyu is slowly but surely falling apart because of him.  Mingyu’s hand is back on him and Wonwoo panics because he might actually come from the slight touch and he has to strangle the base of his dick to keep from spurting everywhere. “I almost came,” Wonwoo offers as explanation when Mingyu raises a brow at him. Mingyu laughs breathily. “I thought that was the point?” The point is: Wonwoo wants to make this last. Wonwoo’s toes curl when Mingyu wraps an arm around his low back and manhandles Wonwoo onto his lap. Their foreheads knock together and their noses brush and Mingyu holds their cocks together between both his hands, pressing them together until it almost hurts and pumping up and down.  “Shit… Min-mm. I-I—” Wonwoo drops his head onto Mingyu’s shoulder and muffles a groan against the sweat-slicked skin. He wraps his legs around Mingyu’s waist, pulling them flush together.  “You gonna come?” Mingyu’s voice is next to his ear. Wonwoo nods helplessly, jerking his hips in time to Mingyu’s strokes. “Fuck, yeah… Fuck, I’m gonna, I’m gonna—” He can’t bring himself to say it but he’s so fucking close.  Mingyu cock slides so smooth against his. His best friend’s palm are rough and calloused against his sensitive length. Wonwoo feels his balls draw up and he lets out a long drawn out moan as he finds release, coming all over Mingyu’s hands and their abdomens. Through the pleasure, he vaguely feels Mingyu tense beneath him, feels a cock pulsing against his. Mingyu strokes them to completion, milking out every last drop. Wonwoo raises his head from Mingyu’s shoulder and find his best friend look absolutely blissed out. God, this is perfect. This is fucking perfect and Wonwoo wants to hold onto this moment for as long as he can. But then Mingyu straightens and turns to the camera and Wonwoo’s heart sinks right down to his stomach when he remembers why they did this in the first place. This may have been everything he’s ever wanted, but the context was all wrong. “Yeah… So, that’s it for the video. Pretty vanilla, right?” Mingyu’s breathing is still unsteady. “Anyways, if you guys would like to see us do something a bit more, something kinkier, drop us a request. Five bucks a pop. We wanna make it good for you…” Wonwoo dies yet again from embarrassment at the shit his best friend is spouting. He buries his nose into Mingyu’s neck and huffs. Mingyu chuckles and threads his fingers into Wonwoo’s hair. “This cute lil’ thing acts shy but he wants it so bad… Tell me how you want me to touch him, ‘kay? I can’t let him come until you guys allow it. Until then! Byeeeee!” Mingyu gives him a little nudge. “Say ‘bye’.” Wonwoo turns to the camera with his cheek still resting on Mingyu’s shoulder. “Bye,” he grunts, giving a small wave.  Now that it’s over and he’s no longer thinking with his dick, Wonwoo just feels ashamed and ridiculous. He untangles himself from Mingyu and reaches for a box of tissues to clean himself up, and then offers it to his Mingyu so he can do the same. “Well, that wasn’t so bad, right?” Mingyu says, wiping the cum off his stomach. “Not bad,” Wonwoo echoes unconvincingly. He wishes Mingyu weren’t so nonchalant about it. He’s never been under the impression that this was something more than a sort of business deal between friends on Mingyu’s part, but on his end… This changes everything about their relationship and it scares him.  “So I’ll just cut out the unnecessary parts at the beginning and end, then I’ll upload it.” Mingyu fiddles with the camera. He glances at Wonwoo, still naked, and this time Wonwoo has to avert his eyes. With a sigh, Mingyu says, “Please don’t get all weird on me. Look, admittedly, what we just did is probably number one or two on the list of weirdest things we’ve ever done. But you’re my best friend and there probably isn’t anyone I would have rather done this with. And hey, we might be able to get good money out of this. But if you’re ever uncomfortable with anything… Let me know. I swear, I’m not gonna let anything get in between our friendship.” Wonwoo feels his heart swell and he’s so emotionally off-balanced that he might actually cry. Instead he gives Mingyu what he hopes is his biggest smile and says, “You’re my best friend too… And you should take your own advice too.” He’s told Mingyu to think of the repercussions of becoming a camboy, but did Mingyu ever think about the repercussions of having sex with him? Somehow, he doesn’t think so. Mingyu probably thinks that decade long friendships don’t fall apart because of stuff like this. So Wonwoo promises himself that he’ll act normal and treat this as a job.