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Ricky’s in a great mood.
His hair’s freshly washed, his polo’s freshly ironed, he’s laughing and talking to his friends, and the best yet — currently making his way to the court for his favourite time of the week, tennis club.
He’s all smiles as he strides up to the door and pushes it open, ready to start the session by stretching with his teammates.
Until he’s not.
Because in the court, already occupying the space, was fucking Kim Gyuvin and the entire of his fucking swim team .
A scowl forms on Ricky’s face.
Of course. Gyuvin again.
Gyuvin’s been getting on Ricky’s nerves and inconveniencing him for the past few weeks for absolutely no reason. Plain fun?
Regardless, everyone has a breaking point, and this was Ricky’s. He’s had enough. He was mad. And it was about time he gave Gyuvin a piece of his mind.
He flings his racket onto the floor with a loud clang and starts storming up to them, shocking the life out of the entire swim team who flinch and immediately snap their eyes towards a furious Ricky.
Gyuvin, by the way, doesn’t look shocked at all. If anything, he looks rather pleased with himself, with that huge smirk on his face. He spins around slowly and gets up from his stretch, looking at Ricky with smiling eyes. If Ricky didn’t know better, he’d think Gyuvin was being genuinely friendly. But no, he knows Gyuvin. And the Gyuvin he knew was trying desperately to get under Ricky’s skin.
Ricky doesn’t drop his death stare. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Gyuvin widens his eyes with fake innocence. “What do you mean? We’re stretching. Right guys?” He looks around at his teammates, who quickly avoid his gaze.
Ricky wipes a hand across his face in frustration, before spitting out, “But you’re the swim team captain. Swim. Team.” God, was Gyuvin always this dumb? “What are you doing on a tennis court? Go back to the pools.”
Gyuvin shakes his head and pats Ricky’s shoulder, making the blonde flinch in annoyance. “Ricky, Ricky. Who said that this court belongs to you? We can use it whenever we want.”
Then he looks at Ricky with that condescending gaze that always makes Ricky want to punch the lights out of him. “Doesn’t the tennis club captain know how to share?”
Ricky’s mouth goes slack with disbelief and he jerks away from Gyuvin, stepping back. He’s conjuring up a counterattack in his brain, but it’s all for naught when his eyes betray his brain and glance down to look at Gyuvin’s body. Which is unclothed.
God knows why Gyuvin isn’t wearing a shirt but Ricky didn’t give a shit. All he could see in that moment was how perfect Gyuvin’s body looked. His wide shoulders tapered down into a narrower midriff, the perfect swimmer’s build. Slightly-tanned skin pulled tightly over his abs and all over his lean arms.
Ricky suddenly couldn’t think at all. His brain was completely blank no matter how hard he searched, and his mouth was as dry as a desert. He forces his eyes away and immediately catches Gyuvin’s watchful eye.
Shit, he definitely saw me looking at him.
Gyuvin isn’t smiling, smirking, or doing anything. He’s just staring Ricky down intensely, which somehow unsettles Ricky more than any other expression Gyuvin’s pulled before. He gulps and quickly mutters, “Fine. Have it your way. I’ll leave.”
With that, he whips around and storms off, pushing past his friends who quickly follow him out the door.
“Woah, that was intense.” Gunwook says. Ricky turns to glare at him piercingly, making the other raise his arms in defence. “What?”
Ricky sighs and rolls his eyes. “Gyuvin’s being a total pain-in-the-ass again. When will he ever stop bothering the fuck out of me?”
Next to him, Taerae shrugs. “You let him win though.”
Ricky turns around furiously. “Shut up!”
The rest of their walk to the (unoccupied) badminton court was a quiet one, with Ricky’s face bright red and everyone else too scared to comment anything about it.
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Ricky didn’t want to see Gyuvin ever again. On top of making his life difficult, he, to Ricky’s grave and sudden realisation, also turns Ricky into a blank-brained mess.
Which is why Ricky wants to scream out loud when his chemistry teacher drops the horrifying news that he’d be working with Gyuvin for their upcoming project.
He didn’t think it’d be possible for him to hate his chemistry teacher more than he already did, but pairing him up with Kim Gyuvin? Prof Lee just rose up the ranks of Ricky’s Most Hated list to 2nd place, just behind Gyuvin who’s sitting proudly at No. 1.
Ricky grits his teeth in annoyance at Gyuvin when the brunette cheekily pats his shoulder and winks at him. “Looks like we’ll be stuck together for the next two weeks!”
Ricky swears his eye twitches.
Gyuvin’s still smiling his dumb puppy smile as he sticks his phone out towards Ricky. “Your number.”
Ricky glares at him. “Why would I give you my number?” Gyuvin has the nerve to roll his eyes as he replies, “How else will I contact you about the project?”
Ricky guesses that Gyuvin has a point. Sighing, he types his number into Gyuvin’s phone and pushes it back towards him. “Anything else?”
Gyuvin wrinkles his nose. “Why’d you type your contact name as ‘Do not text this number unless it's for school’?” He widens his glassy brown eyes, and Ricky flinches to look away. “Do you really hate me that much?”
Without saying another word, Ricky walks off, ignoring Gyuvin’s shouts of “hey!” from behind him.
But alas, he doesn’t even manage to walk for five whole minutes when his phone vibrates with a message. So much for some peace and quiet.
Unknown
hi lovelickyy it’s gyuvin
(•̀ᴗ-)
Ricky rolls his eyes at the message and types back a reply.
You
Don’t call me that
Why are you texting me?
Don’t you see my contact name?
Unknown
oh i changed it to lovelicky
i think it suits u better
(•̀ᴗ-)
You
Whatever
I could care less
What do you want?
Unknown
so cold to me
;(
i just wanted to ask if ur free on wednesday after school to discuss the project
You
I don’t think I can, I have tennis practice that day till 5pm
If I get back home then go out again it’ll be 6 already
Unknown
perfect. let’s meet at ur house on wed then
You
???
Gyuvin come back
???
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Ricky did end up (begrudgingly) texting Gyuvin his home address after it was made clear that Gyuvin wouldn’t take no for an answer. It’s already Wednesday and Ricky’s at said tennis practice, having a rally with Gunwook.
He smashes the ball towards Gunwook. “God, I can’t believe Gyuvin’s coming to my house later. He’s probably the one person I’d never invite over.”
Gunwook hits the ball back. “This is the third time you’ve mentioned Gyuvin today. You sure you aren’t thinking of him a little too much?
Even from far away, Ricky could see that Gunwook has one eyebrow raised in judgement. Ricky smashes the ball towards Gunwookwith greater force. “No, I just hate Gyuvin so much that I can’t keep it to myself.”
Gunwook hits the ball back. “Whatever you say.”
After practice, when Ricky’s packing his tennis shoes into his bag, he can’t help but think about what Gunwook said. Did he really mention Gyuvin that much? Think about him that much?
He shakes his head. Nonsense. He slings his bag over his shoulder and walks off. He shouldn’t occupy his mind with these useless thoughts — after all, he has a science project to work on.
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You
Are you here already?
WhenGyuvin doesn’t reply, Ricky decides to just enter the house first and wait for Gyuvin to arrive. He places his shoes neatly on the shoe rack and walks into his room, slinging his bag onto the back of his door, before turning around and letting out a frightened yelp.
Because Kim Gyuvin was laying there, on Ricky’s bed, just staring at him.
“Wha- What the fuck are you doing on my bed? Get off!” Ricky sputters. Gyuvin completely ignores him and chooses to continue staring at him. He smirks. “Nice headband.” Ricky’s face reddens for completely no reason and he tears the fabric sitting on his forehead off, glaring at a smiling Gyuvin. “Get off my bed, for the last time. I’m going to shower so you better make yourself useful and get to work first.”
Gyuvin whistles. “Can I join?”
Ricky shoots Gyuvin a venomous glare before stalking off to his bathroom angrily.
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Ricky rubs his towel over his hair to dry it, turning around to put on a fresh set of clothes. He’s always felt great after showering and even Gyuvin couldn’t dampen his spirits right now.
Until Ricky searches for his shirt and realises it's nowhere to be found.
Panicked, he looks a few more times. Still nowhere to be found. Ricky runs a hand through his hair. What was he supposed to do now? He must’ve forgotten to take his shirt along with the rest of his stuff to the shower because stupid Gyuvin was talking to him and made him distracted.
Ricky realises in horror that he only has two options — One, creep out of the bathroom without a shirt on and pray that Gyuvin isn’t in his room. Two, ask Gyuvin to bring him a shirt.
There’s no way in hell Gyuvin’s not on his bed, judging by how adamant he was on staying, so Ricky has no other choice. He groans in dread before clearing his throat.
“Gyuvin.”
There’s a pause of silence, before a voice replies. “Yeah?”
Ricky shuts his eyes in embarrassment. “...Can you bring me my shirt.”
Another pause. Ricky swears he’s going to die. Then Gyuvin speaks up again. “Where?”
“The white one on my drawer.”
He hears shuffling coming from his bedroom and waits in silence, heart thumping hard in his chest. Why was he even so nervous? It’s just Gyuvin bringing him his dumb shirt. Calm down.
Then, the door in front of Ricky swings open slightly, and Gyuvin curiously peeks his head in, eyes immediately snapping to Ricky’s bare torso. Ricky thinks he sees Gyuvin’s eyes rake over his body for a split second, and his own eyes widen in shock. He quickly grabs his shirt out of Gyuvin’s hand and pushes him out. “Couldn’t you have told me before you just looked in like that?”
“Sorry! I wasn’t thinking.” Ricky hears Gyuvin shout back from the other side. Ricky flushes, looking down at his half-naked self. He was already wearing his sweatpants, thank god. Ricky bites his lip to will away some of the embarrassment and pulls his shirt over his head, stepping out of the bathroom. Gyuvin’s still standing there, and he has the cheek to grin at Ricky even after what just happened.
“I never knew you had such a smoking body.”
Ricky flinches in shock, glaring at Gyuvin to mask the fluster that threatens to take over his features. “Would you shut up?”
Gyuvin’s still all smiles as he walks over to Ricky’s bed and plops down again without a care in the world. Seriously, how could he just say things like that and not be affected at all?
Ricky takes a deep breath before walking over to his bed and laying down on his stomach, scooting far away from Gyuvin. Ricky raised his nose like a spoiled little poodle.“If you’re going to insist on staying on my bed, please don't get close to me.”
Gyuvin must not understand the language Ricky’s speaking in because he moves over anyway, pressing his shoulder against Ricky’s. “You smell good.” He’s so close that Ricky can feel Gyuvin’s breath fanning on his cheek, and he pushes Gyuvin away forcefully, gritting his teeth at him. “Stop it.”
To Ricky’s relief (?), Gyuvin doesn’t try anything anymore after that and the two only talk when discussing the project. They spend the rest of the time typing away on their laptops. Gyuvin, to Ricky’s surprise, is a pretty hard worker, and he’s fully concentrated on their project. He finds himself staring at Gyuvin absentmindedly, at the way Gyuvin’s lips are pursed in concentration, at the smooth slope of his nose, at his angular jaw, at his large brown eyes —
“Why are you looking at me?”
Ricky jolts, seeing Gyuvin’s eyes suddenly on him. He quickly averts his gaze. “I was not. Don’t delude yourself.”
He works hard to ignore Gyuvin, even when he hears the rustling of sheets and a body shuffling closer to him. But he just can’t ignore Gyuvin when he leans in close and whispers, “It’s okay if you want me.”
Ricky’s face is on fire. He shoves Gyuvin away. “I don’t, so don’t say that.”
Gyuvin stops and looks at Ricky intensely, who shrinks a little under Gyuvin’s piercing gaze. “Really? So you don’t feel anything towards me?”
Ricky shakes his head forcefully. “Why would I ever feel anything towards you?”
Gyuvin moves closer to Ricky, who’s heartbeat roared uncontrollably in his ears. Gyuvin’s voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper when he says,
“Even when I do this?”
And in the next moment, Gyuvin’s grabbing Ricky’s wrists and pinning him down onto the bed, hovering over him. Ricky lets out a small gasp, eyes wide as he stares at Gyuvin, who's looking back at him with a dark gaze. They’re both panting slightly, and the air is thick with tension and want. Ricky never noticed how pleasing to the eyes Gyuvin is, and he finds himself struggling to talk with Gyuvin looking at him like he’s the most delicious thing Gyuvin’s ever seen. He rolls his head to the side, avoiding Gyuvin’s stare. Everything in him is screaming at him to nod, to say yes, to surge up and kiss him, but Ricky blurts out idiotically, “No.”
Gyuvin retracts his arms and leans back, bursting their little bubble. Ricky finally allows himself to breathe so he does, gulping in air to quell his rampant heart. But his breath’s taken away again when Gyuvin grabs onto his shoulder and slams him onto the headboard of the bed, other hand slamming right beside Ricky’s head. Ricky whimpers lightly, an uncontrollable noise. Gyuvin’s eyes are blown impossibly wide.
“What about this?”
How did they get into this position? Ricky can’t remember. All he knows is that Gyuvin, massive-eyed and waiting with bated breath, is asking for permission, and how is Ricky supposed to reject when he wants this just as badly too, and when Gyuvin looks like that?
Fuck it. Ricky gives in. He only manages to tilt his head down a measly amount in a nod when Gyuvin surges forward, both hands gripping onto Ricky’s face possessively as he forcefully captures Ricky’s lips with his own. Ricky lets out a tiny yelp, arms instinctively reaching up to grope at the headboard behind him. He suddenly feels helpless, with Gyuvin smashing their lips together uncontrollably like an animal, and he opens his mouth to let out a needy whine.
Gyuvin takes the opportunity to slot his tongue in, tilting his head for deeper access as he licks heatedly in Ricky’s mouth. Gyuvin’s an amazing kisser with the way each lick makes Ricky’s brain melt even more, and he’s unrelenting with it, hands locked onto Ricky’s jaw as he pushes himself in further.
They break apart for air, and the redness of Gyuvin’s swollen lips excites Ricky in a way he’s never felt before. “Shit, I’ve always wanted to do that.” Gyuvin breathes. Electricity crackles in Ricky’s gut and he’s dying for more. He doesn't care how desperate he sounds when he moans out, “Do whatever you want to me.”
Gyuvin actually growls at Ricky’s words. He bursts forward, hands reaching and pulling Ricky’s sweats down in one swift motion. Ricky whimpers at the force of the action, looking down at himself. The tip of his hard dick was poking out of his oversized white t-shirt, swollen red and leaking with pre cum. Gyuvin swipes a finger over the head and Ricky jerks his hips, immediately turning to hide his face in his shoulder. Gyuvin’s voice contains that familiar amused lilt as he says, “Look at you, so wet already. We haven’t even started yet.”
Ricky blushes hard, mortified. Gyuvin grabs his face and turns it to face him. “Don’t you dare hide from me.” Ricky can’t help the keen that escapes his mouth at Gyuvin’s words, watery eyes staring up at the brunette through his dark lashes.
Gyuvin curses at the sight, immediately pushing himself down to nip at the blonde’s thighs. Ricky lurches forward at the sudden action, thighs snapping shut around Gyuvin’s face. Gyuvin easily grabs them and forces them apart with his strong hands, continuing to nibble and mouth over Ricky’s creamy skin. Ricky shudders out a shaky whimper, eyes closed shut from the sensitivity.
“Your thighs are perfect, Ricky. I’ve always wanted to see them bare.” Gyuvin moans out, and Ricky’s dick tingles and twitches from the dirty talk. Gyuvin notices immediately and palms Ricky’s aching hard-on with a smirk, the coarseness of his fingers deliciously rubbing against Ricky’s dick, all while hotly mouthing at Ricky’s thighs. It all becomes too much too quickly for Ricky, who’s twitching and moaning uncontrollably with every bite he feels on his thigh and every stroke on his dick. Gyuvin quickens his pace at the sound of Ricky’s erratic whimpers, and he lifts his head to focus fully on pumping Ricky’s dick.
Gyuvin loves the way Ricky’s jerking his body, and he gazes at Ricky intently, watching his every move. He’s determined to get an even better expression out of him, and so he reaches up and fondles Ricky’s balls roughly. Just like that, Ricky cries out a raunchy whine and arches his back perfectly, before powerful ropes of white shoot out of his throbbing dick and onto Gyuvin’s hands. He’s panting hard, lying flat on the bed, trying desperately to collect himself.
Seeing Ricky all dishevelled and looking like an angel, Gyuvin feels the strong urge to just take him. He surges forward, slamming his hands down on either side of Ricky, and plunges two fingers into Ricky’s hole without warning. Ricky’s loud yowl upon entrance is more than enough to make Gyuvin’s dick throb painfully with arousal, and Gyuvin himself lets out a groan.
Gyuvin looks down and jams his tongue into his cheek when he sees Ricky’s tight red entrance clinging and sucking Gyuvin’s fingers in. Ricky’s hole was leaking so much that Gyuvin doesn’t even need to consider lube, the blonde’s juices squelching lewdly with every thrust of Gyuvin’s fingers. Ricky’s body was so perfect, gorgeous and sinful, and the sight of Ricky pressed flat onto the bed, limbs thrashing about is enough to completely take over Gyuvin’s mind with lust. Ricky quickly gets hard again, dick spilling so much pre-cum that Gyuvin’s jaw goes slack.
Gyuvin flicks his fingers with savage force and he soon finds Ricky’s prostate when he thrusts his fingers in and is met with an ear-piercing moan from the blonde. “Shit, right there!” Ricky cries, jerking his hips up and desperately trying to grind some friction against his erection.
Gyuvin uses his free hand to slam Ricky back down, ignoring his petulant cries. Gyuvin continues roughly scissoring Ricky’s walls, watching the blonde’s eyes roll crudely with pleasure. He simply couldn’t wait any longer, because how could he if Ricky was in front of him, looking so stimulating, moaning so wildly and taking his fingers so well?
Gyuvin rasps, “Shit, your expressions could make me orgasm on the spot,” and rushes to tug his pants down with his free hand. He’s stopped fingering Ricky for fear that he’d cum too soon, before Gyuvin had the chance to enter him, and there was no way in hell he was going to miss such an opportunity. As soon as he’s unclothed, Gyuvin moves quickly and leans over Ricky, locking eyes with him.
Ricky’s a sight for sore eyes. He looks straight from heaven with the way his light golden hair spreads out beneath his head and the way his dark eyes slowly blink at Gyuvin. Gyuvin bites his lip raw, gripping Ricky’s thigh as he positions himself, head of his dick nudging Ricky’s hole provocatively.
Gyuvin was completely not ready for two things upon entry. One, Ricky’s expression. He looks straight out of a porno, with his eyebrows furrowed hard as he mewls loudly, milky-white arm immediately swinging up to hide his face. Two, how fucking delectable Ricky felt. He was downright clutching onto Gyuvin’s length, hole so tight it was hard for Gyuvin to comprehend the sensation. Sucking a sharp breath in like he’s been burnt, Gyuvin rushes to plunge in, eyes rolling at the sensation of being sucked in whole.
Ricky’s sobbing, moaning Gyuvin’s name loudly. “Fuck, Gyuvin!”
Gyuvin’s eardrums were hammered with Ricky’s uncontrollable moans, spurring him on to thrust even harder into Ricky’s wrecked body. Gyuvin’s always had great stamina, but somehow, he doesn’t think he can even last 3 minutes with Ricky clenching onto him like that. Ricky’s whole body moves with each thrust, and Gyuvin feels Ricky’s slender thighs wrap around his hips for some leverage. Gyuvin quickly grips them tightly, pushing their bodies even closer.
The words spill out of his mouth without even trying. “Shit, you have no clue how much I wanted you. I’ve thought about you in positions that you can’t even imagine.” Ricky wails, walls squeezing onto Gyuvin’s erection even tighter.
Gyuvin feels his release draw near fast, and vulgar words continue to rush out of him. “Angelface, I could fuck your hole all day.” Ricky keens, eyes flickering in and out of consciousness. His eyes were watery, crystal-clear tears squeezing out of them.
It only takes one more look at Ricky’s inconsolable expression and his red hole, wrecked raw by Gyuvin’s own dick, for Gyuvin to throw his head back with a groan, his cum gushing out powerfully into Ricky, spilling out of his hole.
Ricky winces and lets out a shaky whine, before he lurches up, back arching. Gyuvin’s watching, panting, as Ricky comes untouched, white hot ribbons squirting out of his dick with a loud whimper erupting from his mouth.
The both of them are panting hard on Ricky’s bed, collecting themselves. Gyuvin flips over and turns Ricky’s face towards his, grinning his usual wide smile. “Are we going back to hating each other now?”
Ricky rolls his eyes before shutting them, too tired to keep them open. “I don’t know. I kinda liked it.” He has to bite back a laugh when Gyuvin perks up like an excited puppy, eyes smiling mischievously. “Really? You like me?”
Ricky groans. “Close but not quite. I like your dick.”
Gyuvin hums. “Whatever you say.”
There’s a pause before the two of them turn to look at each other again at the same time, and they burst into laughter.
The next two weeks are sure to be eventful for the both of them.