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I groaned as I woke up to a loud thumping noise.
"fuck, keep it down!" I muttered, slapping a groggy hand over my head, which currently felt like it was being split with a dozen knives. I held down a wave of nausea as I began to recognize the familiar symptoms.
Great. Another hangover.
I groaned again, pulling off the heavy blanket. Ugh, I thought I changed it out to a summer blanket! Why was it so damn hot?? Closing my eyes, I reached my hand down my to my sweatpants to take them off so I could shower soon, when I felt it.
A hand.
Startled, I jumped up to find a messy bundle of brown hair next to my head. I slapped a hand over my screech as I scrambled towards my wall.
"Who-Get out of my house!" I yelled, shoving the hand away from my thigh, where it had been resting.
The brunette merely turned, mumbling something about digging for gold. As I looked in panic at the stranger in my bed, whose face was turned away from me with a blanket covering their body, i realized that this was not my house.
Shivers ran down my body as I racked my brain for what I had done last night.
think, think... Fucking hell, Zack, what happened to not embarrassing myself??
Vaguely, I could recall drinking myself stupid in the midst of Daniel and some people from Burn knuckles at a party. Who else was there? I squinted, trying to fight off my headache. Uh.... a bunch of people from other gangs joined later I think... And we moved to a different location after the karaoke owner kicked us out.... Some club belonging to theirs, I think. And what after that?
Despite my efforts, my memory seemed to end there. I stared at the brunette in bed. She was topless, but her stomach was on the bed and her head tilted away from me so I couldn't see.
Gulping, i contemplated shaking her awake, but decided against it as I didn't want to touch her and make her uncomfortable. Judging by not only the smell, but from the condoms in the trash bin, I knew I had just lost my virginity.
Blushing profusely, I decided to distract myself by looking around the apartment. We were on the third or fourth floor, and it was very obviously a very cheap living space. There was only one stove, a loud white refrigerator, a foldable table, and a mattress plus one piece of furniture all in one room. There was one door which I guessed lead to the bathroom, and a fading green door that led to outside the apartment. The only good part I could talk about was the wall covering window. Despite only having one room, that one window made all the difference. It overlooked a small park, a few alleyways, and a bunch of buildings that looked like it belonged to Seoul.
Judging from the signs around the area, I could tell we were in Sejong, a city barely north of the han river.
It wasn't a long ride, I supposed a 40 minute subway trip would take me back home.
I headed towards the brunette cautiously, stepping off the mattress and kneeling so I could see her face. I felt a tang of heartbreak and confusion as I saw the various scars on her back and knuckles, as if she had a history of fighting. Well, we were in Goddog territory, after all. Who knew what types of scuffles she had gotten into? Still, a girl shouldn't have to go through all of that. Is that why she had such a chiseled back? The blanket was up until right about her armpits, thankfully covering her breasts and... other areas. Even though I had lost my virginity to her, I still wanted to respect her. Plus the fact I couldn't even remember it. With her arms spread out, I could see she must hit the gym a lot. She had firm, dense, yet light muscles that looked perfect for not only boxing, but street fighting as well. Maybe she's an athlete?
I jumped as she moved slightly, so her face was towards me and she was on her side.
That was when I realized, she was not a she. She was a he???
I damn near screamed when I saw her lack of breasts, and failed to hold in a screech as he kicked off the blanket, revealing his dick.
Shocked, I smacked his brown hair to wake him up. "Who the fuck are you??"
Before I could get an answer, or even blink, I found myself back down against the floor, a deathly grip around my throat. Grasping for air, I met eyes with the brunette.
Johan??
Tears began to flood my eyes from the lack of air, and I pushed weakly against his chest. Fuck, if I had been prepared, I could easily have dodged that. His eyes were sharp and inhumane, nothing like the dazed puppy eyes from when he had been sleeping. Once he seemingly recognized my face, he immediately let go, panicking.
"Fuck! Zack, don't scare me like that! I thought you were an intruder!" He scrambled towards me, holding his hands out and brushing gently over where he had choked me. "God, fuck! I'm so sorry, I didn't know- I didn't realize-"
I coughed, hacking for air as I held up a hand to signal I was okay.
"you... shit... if it weren't me you would've committed a fucking murder, idiot..." I coughed again, massaging my throat. Crap, that was going to leave a bruise.
Johan hung his head, looking at me through his long brown bangs with puppy eyes. "I'm sorry..." He scratched the back of his hair, looking dejected.
I stared at him. The hickies on his neck and chest contrasted with the puppy like look he was giving me.
An unexplainable irritability rose in me at the sight of his hickies. "you... you fucking deceitful bitch... Looking at me with those innocent cute puppy eyes with hickies all over your neck... How long has it been since you lost your virginity, huh?? Why didn't you tell me anything?!"
Steam coming out of my ears, I beat his chest with my fist, whining. "You said you'd tell me when you got a girlfriend! You promised me! Remember? In kindergarten, you bitch, we had an agreement!"
He started laughing, and hugged me closer to his bare chest. "What are you talking about? You took my virginity, stop whining!"
I froze, stopping my playful tantrum. Johan, still oblivious to my shock, rubbed my neck.
"Gosh, it's bruising already... Want me to go get an ice pack? I'll get an ice pack."
I grabbed his wrist. "What did you just say?" I whispered. There wasn't no fucking way. To Johan?? To johan, I had lost my virginity?? I had fucked johan? Dread filled my bones. I had realized my crush on him too late, but promised myself that I would brush it off. After that, I had started liking Mira to convince myself I was straight. I had nearly gotten my crush on johan out of sight, until this very moment. I felt like my heart was bursting with guilt and delight. Delight at our activities last night, even if I couldn't remember it, and guilt for feeling so happy. Johan was always a pushover, did I force him to do this?
"You need an ice pack, Zack, stop trying to bulldoze your way through it. I'll get you a frozen water bottle or something, wait here-"
"No. Before that." I was barely breathing, my voice coming out in a desperate whisper.
Johan blushed, still oblivious. "Stop teasing me! I told you it was my first time fucking a guy, I'm sorry if I wasn't that good at it!!" He said, shutting his eyes embarrassedly.
Giggling, he scampered away to his fridge like a girl would run away after her friends finding out about her crush. Meanwhile, I was still frozen beside his mattress.
I stared at the condoms in the plastic trash bin, still in disbelief. What. The. Fuck. What did I do? I just ruined our friendship permanently. Any second now, Johan was going to realize what had happened last night and realize how disgusting I am. Fuck!!
I felt another wave of headaches rush over, and for the first time I noticed a dull ache in my thighs and lower back. shit, was I the bottom?? I stared at Johan's puppy like, cute face. Nah, I definitely topped that. I rubbed my thighs to ease the pain, when I saw the hickies around my ass and the insides of my legs. Fuck.
"Johan." I rubbed my thighs harder. "I... I don't remember last night."
He froze, looking over to my direction with a frozen water bottle in one hand, only an old pair of boxers hanging off his hips.
"are you serious?" He clasped his hand over his mouth. "Fuck... You don't remember saying anything then??"
He looked almost dizzy, an expression of despair covering his face. "But... Well, what do you remember? do you remember anything about what you said to me?"
I looked blankly at him, racking my brain for answers. "Did I say something weird? I was piss drunk, this usually happens, but not this bad. I'll probably end up remembering in a day's time."
He blanched. "What if you don't?"
I looked at him, slightly impatient. "the fuck did I say?"
He was sitting next to me, hands on his face, tear droplets rubbing down his rosy cheeks. "You.. You said you liked me back." He looked at the ground, seemingly unable to meet my gaze. "I like you, Zack. You.., You said you liked me too."
He put a hand over his eyes, smiling in a futile attempt to mask his pain. "It's okay. I know you're straight, we can just.. forget about this. Here- for your bruise. I'm sorry about this- all of it. I-"
Anger rushing through my veins, I grabbed the crybaby's hair and leaned up to meet his lips with mine.
"Just because I don't remember it doesn't mean I didn't mean it." My voice sounded much more hoarse than I intended, and a faint blush dusted my cheeks as if shocked at my own confession.
Johan stared at me for a moment that seemed to last eternity. "fuck. You, you little-"
He grabbed me by my neck, gently this time, and leaned in again, this time devouring my mouth. I gasped for air as his tongue ran over my lips before forcing its way into my mouth. His tongue sucked at the roof of my mouth, intertwining with my own tongue and causing drool to drip down my chin. I didn't want him to stop, but from my lack of air I tried pulled him off by his broad shoulders.
Which did not work.
Fuck, when did he get so strong? I tapped the back of his neck this time, trying to get him to meet my eyes which were tearing up.
When he didn't respond, I put my hands into his chest and gave it a hard push, barely managing to get a centimeter between our lips.
"fuck-slow down." I wiped the drool off my chin, a tear catching on an eyelash.
Johan's eyes were dark and smothered in lust as he pressed his body to mine. Hoarsely, he muttered, "sorry." His eyes squinted in a smirk as he lowered his hands slowly and deliberately down his defined abs, down the v line of his hips all the way down to his-
My eyes widened as I saw how big he was. fuck. that was inside of me last night?
i gulped, sucking in my spit before it drooled out. "I-uh-"
He pressed our bodies closer, causing my much smaller sized erection against his. Still mesmerized by the size of it, I didn't notice him leaning down to my ear.
"Why are you so surprised? This went into you last night, you know." He licked a long stripe from my neck to my ear.
he grabbed my hand and led it down to his dick, helping me wrap my hand around it. Fuck, my hand barely wrapped around it, about an inch left between my fingers.
He chuckled, playing with the tip of my shaft. "Cute."
I looked away, turning a deep red. "Shut up."
He squatted in front of my length, still playing with my dick. "Is this as big as it gets?" He smiled, no longer looking cute and innocent. "No wonder you were a virgin."
He fondled my balls before inching his fingers beyond that to my ass.
Involuntarily, a moan slipped from my lips. What the-
"Oh, there's still a bit of my cum left."
I jumped at that. This fucker-
"hnngh!" I bit my lip as he slipped in a finger.
He grabbed my ass with his free hand, causing my legs to tense up.
"You're much more suited to the bottom role." He slipped in another finger. "Look at how excited you are!"
In embarrassment, I attempted to cover my stiff erection, but his hand pulled mine away like it was nothing.
"Don't hide from me." His voice dropped to a low rumble, causing a whimper to escape from mine. "You like that? You liked it yesterday, too. You get off on my voice?"
I panted, gripping onto his chiseled shoulders. "J-Johan."
He thrusted his slender fingers deeper, finding a spot inside of me I didn't know existed. A breathy moan exhaled from my lips, and I dug my fingernails into his shoulder blades. I felt my toes curl and my legs stiffen as I felt myself becoming close, but Johan made no effort to stop.
"T-touch my dick." I breathed.
"Hm?" He looked at my hard on. "I don't think you need that, kitten."
I knew I didn't need it to cum. but i needed it for my pride, and the fucker knew that.
"Johan- please." I gripped onto his shoulder harder, my back bending over as I felt myself become even closer. My mouth hung open and I hung onto Johan's chiseled arms. "Please, please, please-"
He contemplated for a second, still moving his fingers. "Since you're begging for it..."
But right as he moved his spare hand to my dick, he prodded my prostate again.
"Shit!" My back arched involuntarily as my body shook, white translucent cum painting Johan's chest. My legs started to lose strength, and I stumbled, trying to maintain my footing in vain. I sank into Johan's waiting arms, breaths coming on in shallow pants.
"You little piece of shit..."
I wiped the traces of my cum off his chest, legs still shaking. My dick was still half hard, but his was up full shaft. Fuck, how big was that thing? 10 inches?
legs trembling, I sat on his lap, putting my hand hesitantly onto his length. Spurred on by his groan, I moved my hand experimentally up and down.
"Fuck." Finally relaxing, he leaned his head backwards before a call rang through. He opted to ignore it, but after a good five minutes, the mood was ruined.
He snatched his phone angrily. "What?! God, can you shut up for one second? Do you need me for every fucking fight? Huh? Why the fuck are you in Goddog if you can't fight? Go handle it yourself!"
You could be deaf and still hear his anger. He was more pissed than I've ever seen him, but after a brief minute on the phone, his eyes widened.
"Wait there. I'll be there in thirty." He hung up.
With a chaste kiss on the lips, he pulled on his clothes and shoved twenty bucks into my hand. "Let's go. I'll take you home."
"What?"