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“Fancy seeing you here.”
Mark rolls his eyes at the familiarly annoying voice coming from above him. Of course, it’s Lee fucking Donghyuck who actually rounds the house to go and explore the backyard. He’s always been way too curious for his own good.
“You do realize it’s the middle of spring and it’s freezing, do you?”
Mark lets out a pained sigh, already being done with this conversation, then turns his head to the side to look at Hyuck, “Is it really?” he asks, sarcasm dripping from his tone.
Taking a drag from his cigarette, Hyuck raises his eyebrows. He’s dressed in black skinny jeans ripped at the knees, his tight, white, almost see through turtleneck tucked into it neatly, topped with his trademark leather jacket. His hair falls into his eyes messily, the purple dye a little faded now, but it’s even better like this. He looks hot. Fuck him.
Hyuck squats down and blows the smoke right into Mark’s face, “Why are you in the hot tub?”
Mark scrunches his nose up at the smell, coughing a little for dramatic measures, “Because I want to be.”
It’s Hyuck’s turn to roll his eyes, “Johnny was right when he said you’re even sulkier tonight than usual.”
“I’m not sulky!” Mark snaps, crossing his arms over his bare chest, splashing a little water into his own eyes, turning his head away from Hyuck.
It’s a usual Friday night at Johnny’s, since his parents are basically never home. The guy makes good use of it, throwing parties every chance he gets, inviting almost everyone from school. It’s always a good time with a lot of alcohol, loud music, too many people in one house and the smell of weed coming from upstairs. Mark is genuinely sorry for the cleaner who comes by every Saturday morning.
Johnny, being his best friend, immediately sensed that Mark’s not in the best mood when he stepped through the front door. After two hours of standing in the corner with a vodka soda in his hand and glaring at everyone who even glanced his way, Johnny asked him if he wants to go outside to try out their new hot tub, so he can be alone and, with his words, “calm down” a little bit.
Mark said yes, because even the existence of some people annoyed him at that point. Yes, it is, cold, but the hot in hot tub is there for a reason. He dressed down to his underwear and quickly got into the water. The temperature of it is just perfect, and the bubbling of the water feels nice against his skin. Johnny’s father may be an asshole, but he has a lot of money, and the hot tub was an excellent decision, if Mark says so himself. He thinks he could have relaxed, if it weren’t for Donghyuck appearing to ruin his alone time, like the devil he is. Mark didn’t see him earlier inside, so he must have arrived later than he normally does. Not like Mark was looking for him or something. Not at all.
“What happened?” Hyuck asks, his tone getting impatient.
Mark just shakes his head, not answering. He feels his cheeks getting red, just by thinking about why he was so upset when he arrived at Johnny’s three hours ago. He wasn’t even planning on coming, but he didn’t really want to stay home after the incident.
He feels a hand sink into his hair, then his head is being pulled back and he’s looking up at Hyuck’s face, the other’s expression bored. The act makes a shiver run down his spine.
“Tell me,” Hyuck demands, his little to no patience already gone. His eyes bore into Mark’s, and he squirms at the intensity of his gaze.
“Okay,” Mark sighs, his cheeks red.
Hyuck looks satisfied, finally letting go of his hair. He squats down next to Mark again, his cigarette burning closer and closer to his fingers. Mark starts trading his hand through the water, rather focusing on the waves the movement makes on the surface, than Hyuck’s pretty face.
“Well,” he starts, biting at his lips, already feeling the embarrassment creeping up his neck, “My mom found a pack of cigarettes in the pocket of my coat, so she and dad sat me down to confront me about it,” he glances at Hyuck, to see if he’s paying attention.
Hyuck’s eyebrows are drawn together, his expression confused, “You don’t smoke.”
“Yes, I don’t,” Mark says, letting out a sigh, “And I told them this. Then dad asked me if the cigarette pack belongs to the person the yellow sweater, that looks very unfamiliar to them, belongs to,” he finishes, chewing at the corner of his lips.
When he looks at Hyuck, the other doesn’t seem upset, rather happy, which Mark does not understand, since this is an actual crisis, they are in at the moment. He draws his eyebrows together, confused and a little lost from Hyuck’s reaction.
“Dude, I’ve been looking for that hoodie for so long,” he exclaims, exhaling the smoke, his mouth pulling into a grin, “When can I get it back?”
This guy is so dumb, Mark doesn’t even know why he expects anything from him at this point. Here is Mark, having a breakdown, and all Hyuck cares about is the fucking yellow hoodie. If it were a nice hoodie at least, but it’s just so ugly, no wonder his mum and dad realized it’s not his.
He lets out a pained groan, glancing up, begging for mercy from someone, honestly anyone, who is up there making his life difficult right now, “Not the point, Hyuck.”
“That’s why you’re upset?” Hyuck asks, raising one of his eyebrows, “You’re way too dramatic, Mark.”
“There’s more,” Mark hisses out, turning around, so he’s fully facing Hyuck, “They told me to stop sneaking him into the house, and introduce my boyfriend to them!” Mark exclaims, getting more and more upset by the moment.
When his parents sat him down at the dining table and confronted him about all of this, he thought he might die from embarrassment. He could feel his cheeks flaring up with every word that left his mum and dad’s mouth. They were nice about it and they said they aren’t upset with him, but that’s literally the last thing Mark cares about. It was so extremely awkward, he wants to crawl out of his skin just thinking about it. He couldn’t even look in their eyes, just muttered an okay then left the house in a hurry to escape to Johnny’s.
“And?” Hyuck asks, calmly smoking his dumb cigarette.
“And?” Mark snaps, all his patience gone, “I don’t freaking have a boyfriend! Should I tell my parents that I only let you through my window in the middle of the night so you can fuck me?” he asks, hiding his face in his hands, “I’m so dead.”
“I mean, if they really love you, they should be happy you’re getting some,” Hyuck snickers behind him.
“Shut up. Just shut up, Donghyuck,” Mark mutters, defeated.
Donghyuck exhales the smoke one last time, then stabs the cigarette out on the asphalt next to the hot tub. He seems to ponder over something, but then just shrugs his shoulders and starts undressing.
“What are you doing?” Mark squeaks out, his eyes wide.
“Getting into the hot tub, of course,” Hyuck says, his mouth pulled into a smirk, unbuttoning his jeans, “You look lonely, all alone in there.”
Mark gulps, averting his eyes, cheeks flaming. The last thing he would do is admit that he doesn’t mind Hyuck getting into the hot tub next to him. He missed him. Kind of. Not really if he’s being honest (he’s not), but they didn’t really have the time to meet up lately, and the only interaction Mark had with Donghyuck the past two weeks was insulting each other in the school hallways whenever they happened to cross paths.
Hyuck quickly takes his clothes off, save for underwear, and hops into the water, splashing it into Mark’s face. He settles down next to him, a dumb grin on his face. Mark scrunches his nose up, wiping the stray drops off his face with his hands. He crosses his arms over his chest, turning away from Hyuck, far away from actually stop sulking.
“Hey,” Hyuck calls out, his tone softer than usual, “Look at me? Please?”
Mark lets out an annoyed sigh, but still turns back around. Hyuck’s eyes are searching, probably trying to figure Mark and his reaction to the whole situation out. Good luck for that. Most of the time, even Mark can’t seem to figure himself out. For whatever reason, Hyuck’s been always good at reading him, and maybe that’s why he was the one who made the first move about their special agreement.
It happened two month ago at Ten’s party. Jaehyun, Johnny and Donghyuck were smoking outside, Mark joining in to gossip about how Ten and Taeyong are probably sleeping together. He and Donghyuck got into a fight about something dumb, that probably doesn’t even really worth mentioning, because Mark can’t remember what it was. Johnny and Jaehyun got tired of their antics after a while and went inside, but they stayed, continuing their showdown.
Somewhere in the conversation his eyes wondered down to Donghyuck’s plush, pink mouth and kind of… stayed there. It didn’t seem weird to his fuzzy, alcohol filled brain, so he just kept staring. One moment he was explaining his point, the next Hyuck’s chapped lips were on his. For whatever reason, it felt like a good idea to kiss back. After making out for God knows how long, they ended up sneaking into one of the rooms inside. Things got out of hand real quick after that. This is how Mark Lee lost his virginity to someone he despises while being drunk.
When he woke up in the morning naked, next to an also naked Donghyuck, he freaked out and rushed home before the other could wake up. After that he made sure to avoid Hyuck with all he has. His plan was working out, but a week later he was watching YouTube in his room at three in the morning when he heard someone knock on his window. At first, he was terrified, thinking this is when he’s going to get killed, but when he stood up and looked through the glass, he was met with Hyuck’s dumb face. He let him in and Hyuck told him he wants to talk about what happened last week. Instead of talking, they ended up making out on Mark’s bed. The worst part is that he had his six years old Spiderman sheets in use, which is… yeah. Embarrassing.
Mark is pulled out of his thoughts by a hand on the back of his neck. He locks eyes with Hyuck, and he gulps at the other’s expression, knowing fully well where this is going. Hyuck smirks, probably sensing the change in the mood. He circles Mark’s waist with his other arm and pulls him closer to himself, the warm water sloshing around them. Without warning, Donghyuck leans down, and starts kissing his neck. Mark lets out a quiet noise at the feel of Hyuck’s cold wet lips on his hot skin. His hands sink into the other’s hair on their own accord, the act anchoring him a little, as Hyuck starts sucking a bruise into his skin. Mark’s mouth lulls open, the pleasure and pain mixing together in his head.
Hyuck stops, and Mark can already feel a love bite forming on his skin, “This is what’s going to happen,” he starts, his lips brushing against Mark’s neck with every word, which makes him squirm in Hyuck’s hold, “You’re going to tell your parents that you only let me sneak into your room one time, and it was only because I was too drunk to go home to my parents,” Hyuck says, kissing up Mark’s neck agonizingly slowly, licking and biting at the thin skin, “I left the hoodie and cigarette pack at yours. The hoodie, you didn’t notice, the cigarette pack, you wanted to give it back to me, that’s why it was in your coat pocket, but I wasn’t at school that day, and you forgot about it,” he finishes, leaning away to admire Mark’s bruised up neck.
Mark kind of registers what he’s saying, but then not really, because he’s already gone from Hyuck’s attack on his neck. He gazes at Hyuck, his lips parted, and nods at him, unable to say a word.
Donghyuck raises an eyebrow at him, and Mark feels his hand slip lower on his waist, until it meets the edge of his underwear, the tips of his fingers dipping under the fabric. Mark bites at his lips, letting out a whimper. Fuck, he already feels so fucked out, and Hyuck hasn’t even done anything to him. Yet.
Hyuck leans closer, whispering hotly in his ear, “Use your words, baby.”
He only uses pet names when they’re doing something nasty. It fucks with Mark’s head like nothing else.
“Okay,” Mark squeaks out as Hyuck starts nipping at his earlobe, his cheeks flushing.
Hyuck lets out a satisfied hum, his fingers slipping further into Mark’s underwear. Mark lets his hands drop down, circling his arms around Hyuck’s neck. He pulls and Hyuck comes willingly, closer and closer, until their knees knock together underwater. Hyuck presses his fingers down into his skin, and Mark lets out a moan, turning his head to the side to breathe, Donghyuck going for his neck again, like the vampire he is.
Hyuck finishes yet another love bite on his neck, then grabs Mark’s chin between his thumb and index finger, gently turning his head back. All gentleness disappears when they meet in a bruising kiss, Hyuck’s tongue slipping into his mouth immediately, not wasting time anymore. Mark kisses back with just as much vigor, moving his lips against Hyuck’s skillful ones.
Mark can feel himself lose grasp on reality, melting into the kisses, trying to keep up with Hyuck. It’s not gentle, or soft, rather bruising, and brutal and unforgiving, but it makes him so alive every time. It’s exhilarating to do this with someone, he doesn’t particularly love love, maybe even better, if Mark really thinks about it. This is one of the most exciting things to do in this town for him. Getting under the sheets with Lee Donghyuck.
Hyuck’s hands slip down to his thighs, running it up, until his fingers are under Mark’s underwear again. Mark rips away from him, breathing heavily, the water sloshing around them noisily.
“Sit on my lap,” Hyuck pants out, and Mark follows his demand without question.
He slings one of his arms and legs over Donghyuck, then plops down on his lap unceremoniously, giggling a little when the movement splashes water into Hyuck’s eyes and he rubs at it dramatically.
Hyuck smooths his hands over Mark’s ribcage, then all of a sudden, his thumbs are rubbing at both of his perked up nipples. Mark lets out a, rather loud, moan at the touch, shuddering a little. Hyuck’s mouth pulls into a devilish smirk and he keeps rubbing, until Mark is an incoherent, whiny mess in his lap. Mark smashes their lips together, opening up to Donghyuck’s tongue once again, kissing him desperately, trying to communicate to Hyuck to do something, please just do something.
All of a sudden, Hyuck rolls his hips up, hard, while he pushes down Mark’s with a hand on either side of his waist, and this is all it takes for Mark to lose all coherent thoughts. His eyes roll back into his skull in pleasure, his head lulling backwards.
“Donghyuck-ah,” he whines and starts rolling his own hips into Hyuck’s.
It’s weird to do this underwater, but the friction feels good, his underwear visibly tenting at this point. They start kissing again, and it’s all too much, but never enough, and fuck he really wants to come and he’s ready to beg for it if it’s necessary.
“What do you want?” Hyuck asks, and Mark wonders if he’s some sort of mind reader.
“Touch me,” Mark pants, pecking Hyuck on the lips, “Please.”
“Okay, baby.”
A moment later, Hyuck is palming Mark through his underwear. For some reason, it makes the whole situation so much sexier that they are in a hot tub, but Mark couldn’t explain why, if asked. Hyuck’s other hand grabs Mark’s butt, kneading his flesh, and his head falls onto Hyuck’s shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth hanging open in pleasure.
Hyuck takes him out and starts jerking him off aggressively, teasing his tip from time to time, and Mark probably should be embarrassed by how he’s already on edge in no fucking time. He raises his head and kisses Donghyuck desperately, but it ends up with Mark panting into Hyuck’s mouth, his hand working him over and over again.
He feels the familiar heat in the pit of his stomach, his toes curling on their own, and he has no time to warn Donghyuck before pleasure washes over his body, and he topples over the edge. He moans loudly, vision blacking out for a moment, shuddering in Hyuck’s hold as he comes off from his high.
“Fuck,” he laughs, sitting back up to smile at Hyuck, “Thank you.”
“Your welcome,” Hyuck says with a smirk, cleaning his hand in the water of the hot tub which is uh. Disgusting, kind of.
“Do you want me to…?” Mark asks, gesturing at the tent in Hyuck’s underwear.
Surprisingly, Donghyuck shakes his head, “Don’t worry about it,” he says, circling his arms around Mark’s back, giving him a quick, very uncharacteristic, peck on the lips, “I just wanted to do something nice for you.”
Mark would lie if he said he isn’t touched over a hand job he received from his “mortal enemy”. Whatever, life is strange anyway.
“Now,” Hyuck starts loudly, standing up and taking Mark with him, Mark letting out an embarrassingly high pitched noise at the sudden move, “Let’s go back inside, I want to get really drunk.”
He puts Mark down, and they get out of the hot tub. It’s really cold, so they quickly dry themselves with the towels from the rack next to the tub. They get their damp underwear off, and before Mark could quickly get his jeans up in peace, Hyuck slaps his naked butt and laughs when Mark yelps and goes a deep red in the face.
When they are fully dressed up, Hyuck looks at him, really looks at him, an unreadable expression on his face. Mark raises one of his eyebrows and Hyuck's mouth pulls into a smirk in response, but it’s not a teasing one more… private. It feels like this kind of smile is only for Mark, even if his mind tells him that’s bullshit.
Hyuck grabs his arm and pulls him against himself, kissing him and smiling into Mark’s mouth when they break apart, “Mark Lee, if you’re not careful enough, I might just catch feelings for you, and you're really going to end up sneaking a boyfriend through your window.”