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Sunoo stepped inside the room, searching for his friend. “Hee, are you here?”
It took a few minutes before Sunoo’s eyes could adjust in the dark. Taking a few steps, a couple of empty bottles brushed his foot. “Oh, Jesus. That scared me. When you said you had drinks with you, I didn’t imagine this much.”
“I needed the liquid courage to tell you something I’ve long hidden from you.”
Hearing that from Heeseung, Sunoo suddenly became nervous. Sunoo gulped the drink he had on his hand out of anxiousness. His mind was now in overdrive.
“You know you can always tell me anything, right?” Sunoo assured his best friend.
“But I’m scared. I don’t want to lose you, and I don’t want to hurt you.” Heeseung noticed Sunoo’s apprehension, so he tapped the space beside him, urging his best friend to sit.
Heeseung scooted closer when he felt the bed dip and closed the distance between them, their backs leaning against the headboard. This was the familiarity Heeseung missed. He then rested his head on Sunoo’s shoulder for comfort.
“You’ll never lose me, Hee,” Sunoo matter-of-factly stated, interlocking their fingers. “Not unless you decide to throw me away.”
“I won’t. I will never. I promise you that.”
Sunoo nodded, accepting the other’s answer. “So, just tell me what you wanted to say.” He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself. He even wants to kick himself for even feeling hurt by his following words. “You and Jake got back together?”
“Where’d that come from?” Heeseung was bewildered, unsure where sunoo got that idea. Sure, Jake and he started talking again, but only because they had to mend a few things. “No, we’re not.”
Sunoo tried his best not to let his nervousness show, beating himself up for acting like a pitiful puppy. Heeseung knew what was going on in his mind. He was aware that he shouldn’t, but the older boy couldn’t stop himself from giggling, finding it hard not to see the other cute. As Heeseung expected, the mere gesture made the younger sulk more, forcing Heeseung to cup Sunoo’s cheeks, gently turn his head to face him and fondly caress it.
“But he knew you were coming here,” Sunoo muttered, hurt painting his face red. “He fetched you at the airport, and he was the first person
you went to see. Here I thought I was your best friend.”
“Hoon and Jay also knew, you know,” supplied Heeseung. “I asked them not to tell you because i was going to surprise you. That was the plan.”
“But you didn’t,” Sunoo firmly stated.
“I did,” confessed Heeseung, breaking their eye contact, desperate to land his gaze elsewhere. “But you had a guest last night. I didn’t want to interrupt.”
Sunoo was miffed. He couldn’t believe Heeseung was pulling this excuse right now. “Oh, come on, Hee. Nothing stopped you before. You’ve always barged in whenever you wanted.”
“I know when to draw the line, Sun. I knew what you two were about to do,” supplied Heeseung, annoyance flaring up. “I saw.”
“Draw the line?” Sunoo breathed out forcefully. Sunoo moved away from Heeseung, shocked by the
incredulity he had just heard, but the older didn’t let him, pulling with great strength. “You should have done that before then!”
Heeseung trapped Sunoo in his arms, making the other sit close to him. Their proximity burns Sunoo’s skin, and he wants to run away. Heeseung pulled him in again when he felt Sunoo twitching around him, and Sunoo ended up sitting on his lap.
Heeseung pulls him in even closer, his breath hot against Sunoo’s. “How could I? When i like you? And I’m jealous?”
Sunoo feels the fire burning within him with Heeseung’s breath tracing his skin. He wants to burn this memory deep into his brain, etch it on his skin and lock it away for good time’s sake, but he knows he shouldn’t. That he should put a stop to this before they reach the point of no return.
“Heeseung, stop. we shouldn’t—“
“You want me stop?” Heeseung asked teasingly, now tracing Sunoo’s skin with his fingertips. “I don’t think you want me to.”
“Stop,” Sunoo sobbed, adjusting the angle of his body away from Heeseung, and by doing so, his shirt hiked up, revealing pale white and supple skin. “We shouldn’t..”
“But look at you grinding on me and rutting against my thighs, Sun, so so desperate for me,” Heeseung whispered, teeth playfully tugging and grazing Sunoo’s earlobe. “But if you want me to stop, I will. Just say my name.”
Sunoo pressed his chest closer to Heeseung this time, and in no time, Heeseung left a trail of light kisses on the crook of Sunoo’s neck.
Sunoo practically mewled. “Nnghh—I want you.”
Sunoo hurriedly tried to strip Heeseung’s shirt off him, took his off and threw it somewhere on the floor.
“So eager, love,” Heeseung breathed out, cupping Sunoo’s chest, lightly grazing Sunoo’s hard nipples, then rolling the bud between his fingers. Heeseung felt Sunoo shiver, a smirk on his lips, and heard an incoherent whimper from Sunoo. “And you said we should stop.”
Sunoo should be stopping this; he can think of it and want to do it, but his body and mouth refuse to. They should be trying to fix whatever is broken between them, but their bodies are talking instead. He blames the alcohol for clouding his judgment but is the alcohol really to blame, or has he just failed to tighten the lid on his lust and want?