Forced Proximity

Kangmo woke with a cold shock, when Youngjae pulled the bed covers off him. Kangmo couldn’t hear what Youngjae was saying, but his face was contorted with anger, and Kangmo scrambled back instinctively.

Youngjae knew what he’d done. Kangmo didn’t know how, but he knew.

Youngjae dropped on top of him and grabbed him by his shirt; Kangmo braced, but the strike he expected never came. Instead Youngjae let go, and he undid his pants.

What.

If Kangmo had expected any fallout from his night-time trespasses, it was not Youngjae pulling his dick out in front of him.

It should have freaked him out, but instead he felt a sick chill, and his own cock twitched with interest. Youngjae was saying something, even though he should’ve known Kangmo couldn’t hear him. He slapped Kangmo across the cheek, sharp enough to sting. Said something that looked like a question.

Kangmo tried to glare back, but he couldn’t his eyes drifting down to Youngjae’s dick.

Youngjae’s lip curled. He climbed higher on top of Kangmo, pinning his arms under his thighs, and Kangmo finally got what he meant to do. What he meant for Kangmo to do.

Oh no. He shut his mouth up tight. He wasn’t sucking Youngjae off just because he was stupid enough to get caught last night. He didn’t owe Youngjae that.

Youngjae slapped him again, lightly – just pushing him around, really. Then he took his cock in his hand and pressed it against Kangmo’s lips.

Kangmo kept his mouth shut. It wasn’t like Youngjae would know, in this position, that he was getting hard from this. And Kangmo knew he should resist; he wanted to resist, it was just his dick was a damn traitor.

Youngjae didn’t seem particularly perturbed that Kangmo kept his mouth shut; he rubbed the soft head of his cock against Kangmo’s lips, and Kangmo wasn’t going to do it ... he’d never do anything because Youngjae wanted him to; he’d never –

Youngjae grabbed his nose so he couldn’t breathe. And Kangmo held out as long as he could, glowering at Youngjae until his chest grew tight and his head grew fuzzy. And then he had to open his mouth to take a breath –

Youngjae let his nose go and he pushed his cock into Kangmo’s mouth. And now Kangmo let him. Oh, he still could have bitten the damn thing off – but holding his breath until he almost passed out seemed like enough of a show. He felt weirdly pliant – even high. He shaped his mouth around Youngjae’s dick, and wondered if he should pretend to be more reluctant.

Youngjae looked stunned. He pushed his hips forward, tentatively, his cock still soft enough to fit in Kangmo’s mouth. Kangmo was already harder than he was, because that was the kind of pervert he was now.

Youngjae took the base of his own cock in hand, to get himself harder, and Kangmo allowed it, allowed the shallow thrusts. Even when his eyes fluttered shut, he kept his mouth open. It was beginning to get frustrating that he couldn’t touch himself, the way Youngjae had him pinned.

Youngjae’s expression started to lose its focus; he let go of Kangmo’s face, and leaned his weight on his hands instead. Sometimes he missed Kangmo’s mouth when he thrust forward, and Kangmo had to make up for it on his own. They were both still pretending he wasn’t abetting this. Youngjae had to be forcing him, because otherwise it wasn’t any kind of revenge, it was just sex. They were just fucking.

When he was hard enough, and Kangmo was starting to gag, Youngjae pulled back. He jerked himself off with one hand, while Kangmo gasped for breath. He couldn’t help pushing his own hips against the air, frustrated. Youngjae stayed where he was, pinning Kangmo down.

Youngjae looked so serious when he was trying to get off. Kangmo had never imagined he’d see Youngjae like this; it would have been charming if it weren’t so lewd.

Then Youngjae came over Kangmo’s mouth and cheek, which was less charming. Kangmo shut his eyes, but he could feel where it landed, marking him. He opened his mouth a little, reaching his tongue out to test the flavour of it. And if he’d decided he didn’t like it, it didn’t matter, because Youngjae wiped the come from his face and pushed it into his mouth. Made him lick his fingers clean, and swallow.

Youngjae said something, probably you’re a fucking messed-up pervert, Cameraman Yang. Which wasn’t wrong. This was Jo Youngjae, after all. Kangmo hated him. He’d always hated him, and he definitely shouldn’t be feeling desperate like this now.

Youngjae repeated the words Kangmo couldn’t make out. He poked Kangmo in the chest.

Kangmo said, out loud, ‘Please.’

Youngjae’s eyes went wide. ‘What?’ he said, the single word obvious.

Yes, what the hell, Yang Kangmo?

‘I did what you wanted,’ Kangmo said. ‘So just give me a hand.’

Youngjae looked disbelieving. But Kangmo’s shame wasn’t worse than this frustration; he couldn’t mind asking.

Youngjae stood up, doing up his pants. He traced his eyes down Kangmo’s body, and his brows went up when he saw the tent of Kangmo’s erection. He said something more – rubbing it in, probably, how pathetic Kangmo was.

He lifted his bare foot, and he rubbed Kangmo’s cock through the fabric of his boxers. Kangmo bit his lips against a moan. It didn’t matter how pathetic he seemed; it didn’t matter what insults Youngjae might say or how humiliating this might be. All that mattered was that Youngjae kept touching him.

Youngjae met his eyes, with an expression that wasn’t quite a smirk. He pressed the arch of his foot down, and Kangmo bucked his hips against the pressure.

Youngjae removed his foot. He crouched down beside Kangmo, and he grabbed Kangmo’s cock through his boxers, jerking him roughly. Kangmo tilted his head back, and gasped. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was so worked up and it felt so good; even if Youngjae looked at him with disgust, it didn’t matter because it felt so good. Or maybe it was because Youngjae looked at him with disgust; Kangmo couldn’t tell.

And then he was coming in his pants again, making noises he didn’t mean to. Youngjae rubbed his fingers over the wet fabric of his boxers, and pulled a face.

Kangmo laughed. He couldn’t help it. Youngjae gave him a dirty look, but Kangmo couldn’t help it.

If only he’d known. If he’d known all this time that they could have been fucking, instead of just driving each other crazy …

But of course they couldn’t have. Not at a school where they had security cameras even in the bedrooms. They could never have managed this.

‘You’re a pervert too, Jo Youngjae,’ Kangmo said. ‘I think you might even be worse –’

‘Shut up,’ Youngjae said, the words so clear that Kangmo couldn’t pretend not to understand.

Kangmo shut up. He could rag on Youngjae later, after all.

Maybe it was wrong, but he wanted there to be a later.