EAR Ch 20
by soapa“Try it? You want me to do it to you?”
When Jaemin looked at Seungpyo with a disapproving face without answering, Seungpyo stopped joking and pulled off Jaemin’s pants. This time, Jaemin didn’t react with surprise at his clothes being removed.
He seemed to show some resistance when Seungpyo tried to take off his underwear as well, tensing his body slightly, but in the end, he lifted his hips a little and let Seungpyo completely strip his lower body.
Jaemin’s white thighs rested neatly on the dark brown wooden table. Without clothes, the scene was strangely indecent, yet it might have appeared demure if not for the glistening erection between his legs, which betrayed the truth of the situation.
Seungpyo moved closer, clarifying the terms of the bet.
“Okay. Then 7 minutes. Deal?”
He bent down slightly and took hold of Jaemin’s penis again. Without further ado, he started stroking it with firm, rhythmic strokes, causing Jaemin’s waist to twitch in response. His stomach flattened, revealing and flexing his underdeveloped abs.
“Ha, ha, haa.”
His breath came out in short gasps. Jaemin’s hand gripped the edge of the table tightly. His legs quickly weakened, and his thighs parted loosely.
Clear pre-cum welled up again at the urethral opening and spread. Seungpyo rubbed it with his thumb, and Jaemin groaned as if in pain, stifling the sound. He covered his mouth with his hand, then grabbed Seungpyo’s wrist. Seungpyo, though smiling, calmly removed Jaemin’s hand.
“That’s cheating. We made a bet. You can’t interfere.”
Pressing down Jaemin’s hand to prevent him from “cheating” again, Seungpyo slowly stroked the shaft and covered the wet glans with his palm.
He cupped the sensitive glans in the center of his palm and rubbed it in circular motions. Jaemin’s eyes widened, and he tilted his head back.
“Ah, ahh! Ha…!”
“You like this, don’t you?”
Jaemin’s waist bucked. His hips lifted slightly off the table and then settled back down. His penis throbbed from the base, as if about to erupt.
Seungpyo, as if he had just noticed a spilling glass of water, exclaimed “Oh!” and gripped the base of Jaemin’s penis tightly. The pleasure that was about to burst forth was forced back inside. The sensation of being on the verge of cumming, only to have it pushed back in, sent a painful tingling through his entire body. Jaemin gasped, feeling his eyes welling up slightly.
“Are you going to cum already? Hold on, Ryu Jaemin. Even so, it’s not right to cum in your father’s study.”
“Haa, uh, ah…”
“It’s only been 4 minutes. 3 minutes left.”
3 minutes, 3 minutes, 3 minutes…
Jaemin repeated the words in his hazy mind, as if enduring a punishment.
“Here, hold this. Don’t drop it.”
Seungpyo handed him his phone. As Jaemin dazedly accepted it and stared at the timer ticking down second by second, Seungpyo started moving his hand again.
Seungpyo’s touch grew bolder as Jaemin’s body heated up. The initial caution he had shown when first slipping his hand into Jaemin’s pants was gone. His hand now swept quickly from base to tip, circling the sensitive glans and rubbing it rapidly.
Jaemin’s face flushed completely red. Not just his face, but his whole body was starting to sweat. His thighs tensed intermittently, and his toes, dangling off the table, curled and uncurled repeatedly. He tapped his feet on the floor as if drumming them.
Throughout all of this, he kept a tight grip on the phone Seungpyo had given him, effectively rendering both his hands tied.
“Hmm! Hmm! Uh!”
20 seconds, 19 seconds, 18 seconds… Jaemin gritted his teeth, his hazy mind focused only on counting down the time. Seungpyo, who had been acting relaxed, also seemed to feel the time pressure and started moving his hand more forcefully.
His palm rubbed Jaemin’s sensitized penis rapidly. Jaemin desperately held back the feeling of being on the verge of overflowing, like a cup of water filled to the brim. His eyes squeezed shut. It felt like his whole body was on fire, but it wouldn’t be much longer now.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
“Haa…!”
The moment the timer alarm went off, Jaemin’s whole body trembled violently, and thick, white semen spurted from his twitching penis.
The ejaculate splattered not only on Seungpyo’s hand, but also on the antique table and the spotless floor. But Jaemin couldn’t see any of that. He was blinded by the sense of release, the sharp, tingling pleasure that washed over him as he trembled and gasped for breath.
“Wow…”
Seungpyo’s voice, filled with admiration, and the sound of him wiping his semen-covered hand and muttering something, seemed to come from far away. But when Seungpyo’s warmth suddenly drew near, stroking his trembling shoulder, Jaemin finally managed to lift his head and look at him.
“You actually held out. I didn’t think you could do it.”
“…”
“I should have made it 10 minutes.”
He hadn’t realized that a person could feel so overwhelmed in less than 10 minutes.
He could have been embarrassed by his half-naked state, panting after ejaculating. But for some reason, he didn’t feel the strange sense of alienation or humiliation he had felt on the Ferris wheel when Seungpyo had suddenly pulled away, as if he had been abruptly abandoned. Perhaps it was because Seungpyo was still looking at him with heated eyes, continuing to touch him.
Still, as he came down from the whirlwind of sensations, he felt a sense of unfairness. He was the only one who had been undone twice, while Oh Seungpyo looked perfectly fine.
Unlike Jaemin, who was struggling to regain his composure after losing control, Oh Seungpyo, who had only been moving his hand, looked perfectly normal. His face was slightly flushed, as if he was also aroused, but that was all. He hadn’t taken off his clothes or panted and cum like Jaemin. The situation inside his pants might not be as calm as it appeared, but at least he was able to hide it.
Having regained his senses, Jaemin finally looked down between his legs. The semen he had just spilled was smeared messily on his father’s cherished side table. Seungpyo followed Jaemin’s gaze and, belatedly realizing the situation, looked around.
“We need to clean this up quickly. This looks like something your dad treasures.”
Seungpyo, who seemed to be looking for wet wipes or something, stopped searching and looked back at Jaemin. Jaemin, his face still flushed with excitement, was silently holding Seungpyo’s arm.
Even though Jaemin hadn’t complained, Seungpyo remembered what had happened on the Ferris wheel. This time, there were no buttons to fasten, but Seungpyo postponed cleaning up and took Jaemin’s hand.
He took his hand because he couldn’t just hug or caress Jaemin like this. They had kissed and he had jerked Jaemin off, but it was over now. However, as soon as he held his hand, his mouth went dry, realizing that it was worse than doing nothing at all.
As the peak of their passion subsided, what remained was an unexpected awkwardness. This wasn’t school, so even if they left the study, they would still be alone in the house, and there was no guide to lead them back to their usual space by opening a door. Seungpyo cleared his throat and spoke, as if offering a meaningless compliment.
“You won.”
“Yeah.”
“You have good self-control.”
Even at those ambiguous words, which were neither congratulations nor praise, Jaemin obediently nodded.
The atmosphere was strange. If they were dating, they would probably be hugging and kissing now, but since they weren’t, he didn’t know what to do. There was no justifiable reason for physical contact after their lust had subsided.
Kissing, which his body had craved earlier, now felt like the wrong choice. What should he say now? As Seungpyo anxiously racked his brain, Jaemin spoke first.
“So it’s my turn to make a wish.”
“Yeah. What is it? Tell me.”
Relieved to have a topic of conversation, Seungpyo answered with unusual enthusiasm. Jaemin quietly met his gaze.
“Let’s go to my room now. This time, you hold back.”
“Hold back? What?”
“I’ll jerk you off too.”
At those words, Seungpyo’s face became a mixture of amusement and embarrassment, unsure how to react.
When he didn’t answer, Jaemin raised his eyebrows slightly, unable to hide his surprise. He had expected him to be thrilled, but his reaction was more lukewarm than anticipated.
“What’s with you? I thought you’d like it.”
“Why should I like it? I never asked you to touch me.”
“Then what? You just wanted to touch me? Who wants to just touch another guy? I mean, if we were taking turns, maybe…”
Jaemin looked Seungpyo up and down with renewed suspicion.
“Are you really a pervert?”
“Are you kidding? You’re talking like you’re not a pervert yourself.”
“Then are you really gay?”
“Are you crazy? If I’m gay, then what are you, the gay king, since you’ve been messing around with guys all year?”
It seemed too late to be having this conversation now, but they were serious. Jaemin continued, still looking suspicious.
“I only talked online, but you actually did it to me. And I never intentionally tried to talk only to guys. There are just a lot of guys on those accounts, so it just happened that way.”
“What do you mean ‘just happened’? It was just kissing and a handjob. It’s nothing. It’s not even real sex.”
Kissing and a handjob aren’t real sex, so they’re nothing…?
Unlike Jaemin, who had only fumbled around online, he knew Oh Seungpyo was a real player, but this was the first time it hit him so directly.
Oh Seungpyo’s criteria for differentiating sexual acts were not just beyond Jaemin’s imagination, but shockingly high. He had assumed Seungpyo had kissed other girls, but had he actually had sex…? As Jaemin stared at him in disbelief, Seungpyo added,
“Why are you looking at me like that? You said we’re nothing.”
“Is that the same as what you said?”
Seungpyo shrugged, as if asking what the difference was. Jaemin asked again,
“Then have you done it with other guys?”
“I told you I’m not gay.”
Seungpyo replied in an exasperated tone. He grumbled, “What do you take me for?” as if offended.
He probably meant that since he wasn’t gay, he hadn’t done it with other guys, but it was unlike Oh Seungpyo to beat around the bush like that when he could just say “no.” Jaemin couldn’t be sure of his answer.
The thought that he had been played by a seasoned player, whimpering like a dog unable to bark while alone in the player’s grasp, made the subsided heat flare up again, fueled by humiliation. His fingertips felt hot again, and it wasn’t from the aftereffects of his recent orgasm.
“Let’s clean up and go to your room. Unless you want to sleep in the study.”
Seungpyo changed the subject, as if wanting to end their circular conversation that wouldn’t yield any truthful answers.
Jaemin gritted his teeth and started cleaning the study. He wanted to kick Seungpyo out and tell him to go back to his own house. But even if he did, it would only end with him being humiliated.
Despite their brief clash, the two boys worked together seamlessly, like accomplices planning the perfect crime, when it came to cleaning up. They straightened the slightly askew table and wiped up the splattered semen. They even rearranged some of the ornaments on the bookshelf.
Looking around, everything was back to how it had been before. His father would never know what his son had done here, and he would occasionally polish the side table where Jaemin had sat naked and cum.
The thought made Jaemin chuckle slightly. Despite their argument, he felt genuinely amused by the fact that he had deceived his father. As he stared at the darkened room before closing the study door, Seungpyo waved his hand impatiently.
“I need to wash my hands, too.”
Apparently, wiping his hand, stained with Ryu Jaemin’s semen, with a tissue wasn’t enough. They walked into the bathroom together. Seungpyo, washing his hands, asked,
“Hey, can I just take a shower? The housekeeper told us to eat earlier, so I couldn’t wash properly.”
“Go ahead. It’s my bathroom, so you can shower here.”
“Then I’ll shower.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Seungpyo pulled off his shirt. His still-developing, but nonetheless toned, muscles were suddenly revealed. He pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift motion, folded them roughly on the shelf, and stepped into the shower stall. The sound of running water followed immediately.
Jaemin, who had been waiting to wash his own hands after Seungpyo was finished, stepped up to the sink with a stiff face, his gaze fixed on his own hands. He had told him to shower, but he hadn’t expected him to strip naked so readily with someone right there. As expected.
They had kissed, he had received a handjob, and he had seen the masturbation video, but he had never seen Oh Seungpyo completely naked. He didn’t particularly want to see it either, so Jaemin kept his neck stiffly fixed, as if in a cast, to avoid accidentally glancing over.
“Aren’t you going to shower?”
However, Seungpyo’s voice came through the sound of the water, forcing Jaemin to glance over. It would be rude to talk to someone while looking elsewhere.
“After you’re done.”
“Let’s just shower together. It’ll just take longer if we do it one by one.”
Seungpyo’s voice echoed faintly against the glass of the shower stall.
Shameless and inconsiderate bastard. Jaemin cursed him inwardly. Oh Seungpyo and Ryu Jaemin weren’t in a relationship where they had to be particularly mindful of each other, but hadn’t he just stripped him half-naked and played with his cock? His casual attitude, as if they were sharing a locker room at the swimming pool, was almost hypocritical.
Jaemin, who had been just wetting his hands under the tap without answering, quickly changed his mind.
‘No, this is an opportunity.’
Once on the Ferris wheel, and once in the study. All day, he had been the only one caught off guard and overwhelmed by Oh Seungpyo.
At first, he had been slightly embarrassed that he was the only one showing vulnerability, but what if this kind of handjob, or at least something similar, wasn’t new to Oh Seungpyo…? Then Ryu Jaemin was just a fool who had added another name to the list of guys who had passed through Oh Seungpyo’s hands.
His logic told him it wasn’t something to be upset about, that he should calm down, but his heart was filled with frustration and resentment. He wanted to make Oh Seungpyo feel the same embarrassment, even if it meant enduring some frustration himself.
Jaemin quietly undressed. He took off his shirt, pants, and underwear, and looked at his naked body in the mirror.
He exercised regularly to stay in shape, but compared to Oh Seungpyo, who ran around the track whenever he had free time, he was smaller in both height and build. Moreover, judging by the photo of Oh Seungpyo’s father, it seemed that Oh Seungpyo was genetically predisposed to a large and solid physique.
He felt a little intimidated, but he shook it off. He wasn’t going into the shower stall to fight.
‘After the entrance exams, I’ll work out harder and build a proper body.’
Jaemin made up his mind and opened the frosted glass door.
“Oh, you’re showering?”
Jaemin nodded and stepped into the stall.
The stall wasn’t small, but with two tall high school students inside, it wasn’t exactly spacious. Seungpyo, who seemed to have already washed his hair, moved aside under the showerhead.
“Here’s the water.”
Jaemin didn’t refuse and stepped under the showerhead. He put his phone down on the shelf and wet his dry body from head to toe.
“You even bring your phone into the shower? You’re addicted.”
He ignored Oh Seungpyo’s nagging from behind him. He still felt sticky from walking around the amusement park all day and ejaculating earlier. The water washed away the feeling, finally leaving him refreshed. After quickly washing his short hair, Jaemin stepped aside and turned around.
“You can use the showerhead now.”
Seungpyo didn’t answer, and Jaemin, who had politely moved aside, also stood with his mouth slightly open, unable to continue.
Jaemin had intended to tell Oh Seungpyo to uphold his end of the bet when he entered the shower stall. Seungpyo had proposed the bet, and Jaemin had won by lasting 7 minutes, so he should shut up and follow through, whether he liked having another guy touch him or not.
And then, just as Oh Seungpyo had done to him, he wanted to hold him in his hand and watch him squirm and struggle. It didn’t sit right with him to be the only one making a fool of himself.
But he hadn’t even brought it up yet. All Jaemin had done after entering the shower stall was wash his hair. But…
“You really are a pervert…”
Unable to overcome the sudden embarrassment, despite having entered with his fighting spirit fully charged, Jaemin averted his gaze and blamed Seungpyo.
Seungpyo’s penis was already fully erect for no apparent reason. Because Jaemin had suddenly turned around, Seungpyo had no time to cover himself, his exposed erection on full display. It wasn’t just starting to get hard; it was as hard as a log, just like in the punishment masturbation video he had received via SNS.
Why? It was the first time he had seen it in person, and even though he found it repulsive, his eyes kept being drawn to it. Jaemin, dumbfounded, asked while glancing at Seungpyo’s lower body,
“Why are you getting hard in the shower?”
“I don’t know… Doesn’t it just happen sometimes?”
Although blushing in embarrassment, Oh Seungpyo offered a flimsy excuse.
That sort of thing happened when he woke up in the morning or when he was stimulated in some way, but in Ryu Jaemin’s entire life, he had never gotten hard for no reason while taking a shower. What could possibly be stimulating enough in this ordinary shower to make him hard?
Oh Seungpyo, who had initially pretended to be embarrassed, now looked annoyed.
“Do you have to avert your eyes like that? You’re so self-conscious. Like a real gay.”
“This guy, really.”
At those words, Jaemin whipped his head around to stare at Seungpyo.
For a moment, they stared at each other in silence. The continuous sound of the shower water felt strangely solemn, like the rain before a duel.
But Oh Seungpyo was quicker to change tactics than to start a duel. He suddenly smiled faintly. Perhaps judging the current standoff to be disadvantageous or unproductive, he stepped closer to Jaemin, who was frowning.
“What’s the point of fighting over something so trivial? Let’s do something fun.”
“What fun thing?”
“Kissing’s good, or touching you like in the study.”
Jaemin scoffed.
“As if. Now I see you just do whatever you want. You won’t let me touch you, but you keep trying to touch me.”
“Ah, that’s so unfair.”
“You’re the unfair one, asshole.”
Seungpyo glared at Jaemin with a displeased expression. It was Oh Seungpyo’s specialty to change his expression and turn the tables in his favor, even after spitting out unpleasant words. He had fallen for it a few times, but… this wasn’t school, nor the amusement park. This was Ryu Jaemin’s house, his home turf. Jaemin didn’t want to lose control anymore.
As he had said, he hadn’t brought Oh Seungpyo home just to kiss. Sexual curiosity about the other person’s reaction wasn’t exclusive to Oh Seungpyo. Even if he found it ridiculous, he needed to calm down instead of getting riled up with him.
“Don’t touch me.”
Jaemin warned him and pushed Seungpyo away. Seungpyo, pushed back unexpectedly, leaned against the tiled wall, but continued to grumble.
“Do you know how dangerous it is to push someone in the bathroom? You could slip and die.”
“Then hold on tight and don’t fall.”
Jaemin stood facing Oh Seungpyo, placing one hand on the wall. Although he was a few centimeters shorter than Oh Seungpyo, he didn’t back down in terms of assertiveness. He could see Oh Seungpyo gulp, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Hold out for 10 minutes. Then you win.”
“Why 10 minutes for me when it was 7 minutes for you?”
“You said if I couldn’t last 10 minutes, I was a premature ejaculator.”
“Let’s just make it 7 minutes, to be fair.”
Tired of arguing about this, Jaemin nodded. Seungpyo asked,
“What if I win?”
“Well… keep the wish for later if you don’t have anything to use it on right now.”
“And if I lose?”
“No more kissing.”
Seungpyo’s eyes widened as if an earthquake had just hit.
“No touching, nothing. I won’t do anything with you anymore.”
“Hey, are you serious? It’s just a playful bet. Are you saying you’ll break things off between us like this?”
“Don’t talk so dramatically. What’s ‘between us’? It’s nothing.”
Jaemin didn’t want to let Seungpyo ramble on any longer. He reached out and firmly grasped his still-erect penis.
“Ugh.”
Seungpyo frowned at the sudden touch. Jaemin also felt a sudden dizziness and would have stumbled if he hadn’t been holding onto the wall.
He had bravely reached out, but the sensation of touching another person’s penis with his bare hand was neither arousing nor exciting, contrary to his expectations. The texture of the skin in his palm, the warmth hotter than other parts of the body, the subtle throbbing…
He wondered if it felt similar to handling raw meat or fish. He couldn’t say for sure since he had never actually touched those things, but that’s what came to mind.
Jaemin froze, gripping Seungpyo’s penis tightly. Then Seungpyo spoke first. His voice, which had been anxious before they started, now had a playful, almost mocking tone.
“You attacked so boldly, but why are you just standing there? We’ll run out of time.”
“Shut up.”
“You said no kissing or touching if I lose, so are you planning to throw the game? Does this mean you want to kiss and be touched?”
“Ah, just… stay still.”
Having initiated the attack but unable to follow through, Seungpyo stealthily reached out to counterattack. His hand climbed up Jaemin’s wet back. “Ah,” Jaemin almost moaned involuntarily, but caught himself and started moving his hand.
Just as he had guessed. The reason Oh Seungpyo had refused Ryu Jaemin’s touch was undoubtedly because he didn’t want to be seen in a disheveled state, just like Jaemin.
Seeing Seungpyo relax and start to get cocky again as Jaemin fumbled, Jaemin became certain. He seemed to have judged Ryu Jaemin’s clumsy touch as insignificant.
The girth of his long, thick penis filled Jaemin’s hand. His hand, gripping it tightly and moving hurriedly, had no particular intention to arouse or any elaborate technique. He would have been more enthusiastic if he were masturbating, but Jaemin’s hand simply rubbed the large piece of flesh rapidly, making slapping sounds.
“Huh, ugh…”
Fortunately, even with the clumsy touch, Seungpyo seemed aroused and swallowed a low moan. Jaemin also felt a tingling sensation throughout his body from the moment Seungpyo’s hand touched him, so it wasn’t something to laugh at.
But Jaemin soon realized his disadvantage. In the study, he had been sitting on a relatively high table while Seungpyo leaned over him, practically playing with his cock. He had stroked it quickly, rubbed it slowly, caressed the glans, and moved it at various angles.
But now Jaemin was standing too close to Seungpyo. They had initially maintained some distance, but Oh Seungpyo had stealthily closed the gap while touching Jaemin, taking advantage of the brief moment Jaemin had frozen due to the unfamiliar sensation.
Because of that, it was difficult to move. There wasn’t much he could do other than stroke the penis in his hand up and down.
“Haa, huu.”
Of course, even so, Oh Seungpyo was enduring Jaemin’s touch with a grimace…
Jaemin continued, staring intently at Seungpyo. This wasn’t enough. Oh Seungpyo needed to be more disheveled, unable to maintain his composure in front of him.
“Fuck, Ryu Jaemin…”
But Jaemin had overlooked one thing.
People perceive external stimuli differently, and not everyone reacts to sexual pleasure in the same way.
Jaemin, with his limited experience, naturally projected his own reactions onto Seungpyo. But Oh Seungpyo didn’t unravel like Jaemin. Instead, his eyes gleamed, he gritted his teeth, and he threatened him in a menacing tone.
“Just you wait until I win…”
“…”
“You’re dead, really…”
Oh Seungpyo muttered as he panted, as if furious. He was crazy. He couldn’t understand why he was making such threatening remarks when they were just jerking each other off.
“Kill me then, what are you going to do?”
Worried despite himself by the inexplicable threat, Jaemin retorted sharply and moved his hand faster.
“Haah, let go…”
He twisted his body to shake off Oh Seungpyo’s hand that was groping his back. Seungpyo complained, looking at Jaemin,
“Why? There’s no rule saying, ugh, you can’t touch.”
“Of course not. Don’t distract me…”
There were only 2 minutes left. Anxious, Jaemin suddenly bent down. He knelt in front of Seungpyo, bringing his eyes level with his penis.
Changing the angle, he stroked the penis up and down, making the sound of water splashing faster. Seungpyo’s abs tightened visibly. He raised his voice, almost shouting.
“Ah, fuck! Ah!”
The penis in his hand twitched violently as Seungpyo tensed his body. He felt like he would cum with just a little more stimulation.
Feeling rushed, he involuntarily moved his face closer. When he was running his account, some guys would post pictures of their penises and ask to be sucked off. Would he cum faster if he sucked him off? He was startled by his own thoughts and quickly pulled his head back.
“5 seconds left.”
Seungpyo was now holding the phone. Jaemin frowned and focused on what he was doing, but…
“Time’s up!”
Seungpyo shouted and put down the phone as the alarm went off. It was a failure.
Jaemin didn’t have time to complain about the fruitless result of the bet. Seungpyo gasped and finally ejaculated, his penis twitching and spurting thick fluid.
“Haa, ah, huh.”
Since Jaemin hadn’t gotten up yet, his ejaculate splattered all over Jaemin’s face.
Seungpyo caught his breath and looked down at Jaemin’s face, covered in thick semen. Jaemin didn’t react at first, then wiped his face and, seeing the fluid on his palm, slowly frowned. A furious growl escaped his tightly closed lips.
“You fucking pervert…”
“I’m making my wish now. I won, so don’t say anything.”
Seungpyo cut him off and pulled Jaemin up abruptly. Just as Jaemin had pushed Seungpyo against the wall, this time Seungpyo pushed Jaemin against the opposite wall.
“Mmmph.”
As soon as his back hit the wall, their lips met urgently. The shower continued to pour, drenching their bodies and splashing droplets onto their faces.
It was a ravenous kiss, his tongue pushing deep inside Jaemin’s mouth without warning. The sudden onslaught made him breathless. Haa, mmmph. Jaemin panted but had to submit to Seungpyo.
There was nothing he could do. Jaemin had lost, and Seungpyo was exercising his right.
“You’re hard too, huh?”
Seungpyo roughly grabbed and shook Jaemin’s penis.
“Huh. You too, fuck…”
Jaemin panted and returned the insult. Despite having just cum, Seungpyo’s penis was already erect again, as if it had never happened.
“Let’s go.”
Seungpyo, turning off the shower, pulled Jaemin’s arm. Jaemin pulled him back as he tried to open the bathroom door without drying himself or getting dressed.
“Hey, clothes!”
“Who cares? There’s no one out there. We can get dressed later.”
Jaemin had never walked around the living room naked, not even when he was home alone. Before he could protest further, Seungpyo flung open the door and pulled him out. Wet footprints appeared with each step as their bodies weren’t fully dry.
Passing straight through Jaemin’s bedroom door, Seungpyo pushed Jaemin onto the bed. And then he climbed on top of him and started sucking on his nipples.
“Ah, ah, uh…”
Even though he was wet and naked, he felt hotter and more flushed than ever before. Jaemin trembled and turned his head to the side.
It was humiliating that things had ended up like this. He couldn’t bring himself to look directly at Oh Seungpyo.
“Ryu Jaemin, give me your mouth.”
But Seungpyo, devoid of any delicacy, turned Jaemin’s face towards him and swallowed his lips. At the same time, he pressed his hard, hot erection against Jaemin’s and started grinding his hips. Their erect penises rubbed against each other.
“Mmm, hmm, uh!”
“Haa, ah, ah!”
Moans escaped them without a moment’s pause. Seungpyo put more weight on his prone body. He wanted to grind more firmly, but their swaying penises wouldn’t stay pressed together as he wanted. Seungpyo finally grabbed them with one hand and told Jaemin,
“Grab it too.”
Jaemin did as he was told. The question “Why should I?” didn’t even cross his mind anymore. As he hurriedly supported both his and Seungpyo’s penises with his hand, Seungpyo started moving his hips vigorously again, rubbing their flushed penises together.
Both of their breaths hitched. Their ragged breathing was loud. If someone overheard them, they might think two animals were growling at each other.
Oh Seungpyo was on top of him, naked, grinding his hips. Jaemin, his face flushed crimson, opened his mouth, unable to comprehend what was happening, regardless of the pleasure he was feeling.
“Hey, huh, this, this is, haa, just, sex.”
“We didn’t penetrate, ugh, so why is it sex?”
“Fucking, aah, does it have to be penetration…?”
Even Jaemin, who hadn’t received proper sex education, knew that logic was flawed. The situation had gone completely off the rails, but neither of them could stop what they were doing.
“Ah, ah… ahh, uh…!”
“Haa, ah, ah!”
In the end, they both came again almost simultaneously and collapsed on the spot, exhausted like runners after a race.
Thanks to the heat radiating from their bodies, their damp skin had dried, but the semen they had just released was smeared stickily on their thighs and stomachs. Jaemin groaned and warned,
“Don’t get the sheets dirty…”
“We’ll wash them anyway, right?”
“Not right now.”
It was a mess. He had anticipated crossing some lines when they came home together, but it was even more chaotic than he had imagined.
It was dirty, pathetic, and clumsy. Amidst all that, the burning pleasure in his lower abdomen simmered relentlessly, as if urging him to do more.
Lying dazedly on the bed, they slowly became uneasy. The same question arose in their minds simultaneously.
Are we really gay?
I enjoy doing this with him, but I don’t like him like that, do I?
He seems cute sometimes, I think about him even when he’s not around, I want to see more of him that I haven’t seen before, but that can happen between friends, right? It doesn’t necessarily mean I like him, right?
“We need to shower again.”
Seungpyo, as if trying to shake off his anxiety, sat up abruptly and looked at Jaemin.
“What a bother…”
Jaemin also got up reluctantly to follow Seungpyo, then stopped and waved his hand as if remembering something.
“Go shower first. I’m not showering with you anymore.”
Seungpyo, who had been pouting, didn’t complain any further and turned away. Since they had ended up like this while showering together, he must have felt something too.
Left alone, Jaemin collapsed back onto the bed. His body wouldn’t cool down. Thump-thump-thump, the pounding in his chest, which had been overshadowed by his ragged breathing, now surfaced.
He was as thrilled as he was anxious, and as anxious as he was thrilled. Where was the line between being gay and not, where was the line between sex and not? All the boundaries of things he had never learned about in his life were unclear.
The subjects he studied at school were sometimes difficult, but there were always answers. But for this kind of problem, there was nowhere to ask for solutions. As he lay there dazedly, Seungpyo returned to the room.
He was cleanly washed and dressed, looking perfectly normal. Somehow, he was the only one naked and panting on the bed again. As Jaemin hurriedly tried to leave the room, Seungpyo stopped him.
“Where can I sleep?”
“There’s a guest room…”
“Why the guest room? The room is big enough, can’t I just lay down some bedding here?”
“Do whatever you want. The housekeeper already brought extra bedding.”
As Seungpyo busied himself with preparing the bedding, Jaemin left the room and finally took a quiet shower by himself under the showerhead.
Showering was originally a peaceful act of washing away the dirt and stress accumulated during the day, but tonight’s shower was anything but peaceful. He was so confused that he could barely remember if the water had actually touched his body just a few minutes ago.
Just as Oh Seungpyo had said, claiming he hadn’t followed him home just to kiss, Jaemin hadn’t brought Oh Seungpyo home just to kiss either. He was also curious about what came after the kiss they had almost shared on the Ferris wheel.
‘Even so, it was more intense than I expected.’
The memory of being completely naked with Oh Seungpyo on the bed, panting and rubbing against each other, made his barely cooled face flush hot again.
He had only thought about touching each other, as Oh Seungpyo had initially wanted. What they had done on the bed couldn’t strictly be considered beyond the realm of a handjob, but it felt completely different from just sitting still and having his cock played with.
Just as spilled water couldn’t be retrieved, what they had done couldn’t be undone. Unable to shake off the awkwardness, Jaemin entered his room after showering.
His personal space, the only place in this stifling house where he could breathe freely, was occupied by his nearly 190-centimeter-tall classmate. Oh Seungpyo was lying on the floor, taking up so much space that there barely seemed room to step. He looked up at Jaemin, still fiddling with his phone.
“Done showering?”
“Yeah.”
“Your house has really soft bedding. I’ve never used bedding like this before.”
“Both my parents are sensitive. They don’t wear clothes that are even slightly rough.”
“Really? That’s why…”
Seungpyo started to say something, then stopped. Jaemin sat down on the bed and asked,
“What were you going to say?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on, what is it?”
“No, I was going to say that your skin is nice too. It didn’t seem appropriate to say that while talking about your parents, so I was going to keep it to myself, but you kept asking.”
Jaemin was speechless. Seungpyo wouldn’t have complimented his skin just by looking at his face.
As he said, it meant he had thought of that while talking about his parents. The only thing he could say back was an accusation.
“Is that all you think about?”
“Ah, that’s why I was going to keep quiet.”
Seungpyo grumbled, put down his phone, and lay down flat. Jaemin pulled the blanket up to his chin and warned,
“I don’t know if it’s a good idea to sleep in the same room with someone who only thinks about that.”
“Hey, original pervert. Did you invite me over because you were thinking about something else?”
“Just shut up and go to sleep. I’m turning off the lights.”
As Seungpyo was about to retort angrily, Jaemin cut him off and turned off the room lights. Sudden darkness enveloped them, making it impossible to see anything. With their vision blocked, they both fell silent, as if their mouths had been covered as well.
But neither of them closed their eyes. They just blinked in the darkness, aware that the other was still awake from the sound of their breathing in the silence.
“It’s been a while since I slept over at someone else’s house.”
Seungpyo suddenly spoke. Jaemin, staring at the dark ceiling, answered without turning his head.
“Do you usually sleep over at other people’s houses?”
“I used to a lot in middle school, but I rarely go to my friends’ houses these days. Since high school, everyone’s parents are more sensitive about studying, so they don’t like it when we stay out late. The last time I slept over was probably last year’s school trip.”
“Ah, the school trip.”
The first-year students of Ilyang Boys’ High School had gone on a school trip to Jeju Island last spring. Of course, Jaemin had gone too. He had enjoyed going around with his classmates, but he hadn’t made any lasting memories.
It couldn’t be helped. Ryu Jaemin couldn’t bring himself to feel attached to school. So, there was a limit to how close he could get to the people he met and spent time with there.
It was painful in a way, not being able to care about a place he had to stay in until adulthood, whether he liked it or not. But he couldn’t force himself to like something he disliked just to feel comfortable for a moment. Jaemin had realized early on that he wasn’t that kind of person.
“It would have been more fun if we were in the same class in our first year.”
As he was trying to recall a few blurry scenes from the school trip, Seungpyo’s voice suddenly broke through his thoughts. Jaemin remained silent for a moment, then scoffed.
“What would have been fun? You only picked on me in our first year.”
“When did I? I didn’t even talk to you by the time we went on the school trip. We switched phones during winter break.”
“So, what, it was our second year? If we were in the same class, you would have just picked on me sooner. You hated me since our first year. Glaring at me since the midterms of the first semester.”
Seungpyo clicked his tongue, seemingly unable to deny it. But he added a few lame excuses.
“Instead of picking on you sooner, we could have kissed since our first year. Then you wouldn’t have hated me.”
It was a ridiculous story. If Oh Seungpyo had hated Ryu Jaemin, it would have been because he felt frustrated at always losing the top spot in exams to him. But even now, in their second year, Seungpyo had never beaten Jaemin in exam scores. It meant that the wall between them hadn’t cracked, whether they were in different classes last year or in the same class this year.
The only thing that had changed was that they had become a secret couple who kissed each other. And today, they had gone beyond just kissing, touching each other’s penises, lying naked on the bed, rubbing against each other.
But that didn’t erase the reason Oh Seungpyo had hated Ryu Jaemin in the first place.