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“Jeno, I love you, but if you put your strawberry ice cream in my face one more time, I’m going to snap your neck,” Jaemin declares calmly.
Jeno backs off a little and whines. “When did you become so violent?” He holds his ice-cream cone out of Jaemin’s reach so the other boy can’t slap it out of his grip. “Stop it, I paid good money for that!"
Donghyuck snickers. “He probably spends too much time around Renjun.” He jumps to the side as the boy in question tries to kick his leg at the comment. “Fuck you, I’m the most peaceful person in this city.” He strikes again, hitting Donghyuck’s shin this time, and Donghyuck hisses in pain.
“Yeah, we can see that,” Jaemin deadpans before he takes another sip of coffee.
Yet again, Donghyuck asks himself why someone would prefer a coffee over an ice cream, especially when it’s so hot outside that you could literally fry eggs on the sidewalk. It’s an iced americano, though, and Jaemin seems happy with his black liquid that resembles a concoction of cursed souls more than an actual coffee. Either way, it’s better not to meddle with Jaemin’s weird decisions altogether, so Donghyuck doesn’t comment on his choice of snack.
Once again, Jeno comes one step too close for Jaemin’s liking, with the threatening strawberry ice cream in hand. Jaemin presses his drink into Renjun’s hand and Jeno yips as Jaemin jumps forward and puts him into a headlock.
“Guys, help!” he squeaks in his friends’ direction as Jaemin starts pulling his hair. He struggles in Jaemin’s grip, but the only thing he achieves is his scoop of ice cream wobbling in its cone. And falling down a second later. Jeno lets out a cry of anguish.
Donghyuck shrugs. “He warned you, now suffer.”
Renjun ignores Jeno’s suffering and takes a sip of Jaemin’s coffee. Then he grimaces a bit. “I’ll never understand how you can drink something like this.”
Donghyuck snorts. “You mean, like, coffee?”
Renjun glares at him and for a second, Donghyuck fears he might just throw the whole drink into his face. As a precaution, he takes a step away from him.
“No, pure espresso.”
“It’s not pure espresso though,” Jaemin explains. Jeno has been able to defeat him – strength fuelled by his rage over the lost ice cream – and now it’s his turn to wrestle Jaemin to the ground. A few older people who pass them by look at the fighting adolescents with stares of disapproval, but leave them alone otherwise.
With one last push, Jeno almost sends Jaemin flying, making him stumble into the way of a young couple walking by. The girl lets out a startled squeak and her boyfriend glowers at Jaemin as he pulls his girlfriend closer to him. Jaemin sends them an apologetic smile and gets back to his friends.
He takes his coffee back as if nothing ever happened. Renjun shakes his head at him in disapproval.
Meanwhile, Donghyuck has finished his vanilla ice cream. His hands are a bit sticky so he wipes them on his jeans. It’s an old pair, anyways.
Renjun looks at him like a mom at her ill-mannered child. “You’re disgusting.”
Donghyuck rolls his eyes and lightly bumps Renjun with his shoulder. “Come on, Renjun, don’t be like that.” He extends his hands in Renjun’s direction threateningly. Renjun hisses and recoils, before taking cover behind Jaemin, Donghyuck close on his heels.
He manages to catch Renjun’s t-shirt and the other boy squeaks as Donghyuck pulls him closer and starts tickling his sides, almost dragging Jaemin down with him in the process.
Between begging for mercy and screaming bloody murder, Renjun wriggles under Donghyuck’s relentless fingers and tries to break away. Donghyuck just laughs like a maniac and doesn’t let go of his friend.
“Jaemin!” Renjun screeches and grasps at the other’s leg. Jaemin doesn’t shake him off, but apart from sipping at his coffee, he just lets the chaos unfold.
Jeno watches them with a fond expression. But even though he enjoys the show, maybe he should come to Renjun’s rescue…
Just before he can step in and save Renjun from Donghyuck’s merciless tickle attacks - joined by Jaemin in the meantime-, a car speeds past him. Jeno jumps forward in an attempt to not get run over, crashing into his friends in the process and makes them all stagger.
“What the fuck, this is a traffic calmed area,” Renjun wheezes, finally free from his suffering. He gets up and pats off the dust from his jeans.
“Well, what do you expect from the police?” Jaemin asks.
Jeno throws a glance after the vehicle. It’s about to turn the next corner, out of his field of vision, but he still catches the blue and neon yellow colour of the local police cars.
“Well, I’d expect them to abide the law and not speed through an area where children could run onto the street any time.” Renjun’s face has turned sour. Then he his gaze gets caught on Jeno. “Oh yeah, and I’d also expect the police to not knock down my best friend, that would be nice, too.”
Jeno shakes his head and says, “Don’t worry, I’m fine,” just as Donghyuck lets out a whine and clutches Renjun’s arm with an offended, “I thought I was your best friend.”
“No, you’re the bane of my existence.”
Before another fight breaks out, Jaemin grabs both Renjun and Donghyuck’s hand and positions himself between the two. He smiles at them like a nursery school teacher at his children and tugs them forward. “All right, kids, let’s stop fighting and move on, spiritually and physically.”
They haven’t been walking for more than a few minutes, before they start to hear voices. Lots of voices, mixed with whistles and drums.
Donghyuck throws the others a gaze, eyebrows raised. Renjun just shrugs, indicating he doesn’t know what’s going on either. Jeno and Jaemin seem to be none the wiser, judging by the bemused looks they’re exchanging.
They cross a narrow alley that leads directly to the plaza, the town’s centre. Between the houses at the end of the street, people stand pressed together. Many of them hold up signs, though they’re still too far away to make out any more details.
“Is there a protest going on today or something?” Jeno asks as they strive closer. The noise from the crowd has died down a bit by now and one single voice predominates, a bit distorted. Probably someone speaking through a megaphone, Donghyuck thinks, which only affirms Jeno’s guess.
“Oh, who knows, maybe they’re giving out free ice cream today,” Jaemin suggests. Donghyuck isn’t exactly sure if he’s joking or not. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking.
“Okay, but free ice cream doesn’t sound too bad,” Jeno muses before he throws an accusing look at Jaemin. “Especially after someone threw my ice cream to the ground.”
Jaemin seems unbothered. “It was strawberry flavour, I did the whole world a service by destroying it.”
They’re almost at the end of the alley when Renjun grips Donghyuck’s arm.
“Oh no,” he says, annoyance and a bit of anger in his voice as his hand tightens around Donghyuck’s wrist.
The others stop as well and stare at him. “What?” Donghyuck asks.
Renjun points up. “Read the signs.”
And Donghyuck does.
‘Protect our children,’ the first one says, and Donghyuck’s stomach drops a little.
He has a vague idea where this could be going. But he doesn’t want to give up all hope just yet; maybe these people really just want to protect their children from, you know, sadistic axe murderers or something…?
He looks up at the next sign.
‘God made Adam & Eve, not Adam & Steve.’
And there goes his faith in humanity.
Donghyuck groans. He can already feel a headache coming.
“Yeah, maybe we should leave,” Renjun says drily, already turning around, ready to go back to where they just came from. But Jaemin stops him. “Nah, it’s way shorter to just cross over the plaza, I won’t walk the whole way back when the sun is blaring down like that.”
“I’d honestly prefer getting burned by the sun to…whatever is going on here,” Jeno says, but Jaemin is already heading out of the street.
“Jaemin, wait!”
But the other ignores Jeno’s call and one second later, he gets swallowed by the masses. Without further ado, Jeno runs after Jaemin and before Renjun can grab him, he disappears in the crowd as well.
Renjun looks after them, disappointed but not surprised. He sighs before his eyes fix on Donghyuck. “Well, looks like we’re joining a homophobic protest today,” he says, voice dripping with sarcastic enthusiasm. He takes Donghyuck’s hand. “Don’t let go, I don’t want to lose you in there.”
“Why did Jaemin have to run off like that,” Renjun complains yet again as they scurry through the people. “I mean, okay, if he wants to join the homophobic protestors, fine, but if we could have just stayed together…”
A roaming protestor accidentally grazes Donghyuck, who tenses at the uncomfortable touch and presses closer to Renjun. He’s not particularly scared of crowds per se, but it’s so crammed that you can barely set one foot in front of the other, and people are constantly brushing up against him. It makes his skin crawl, feeling this smothered by all these strangers.
Renjun keeps on nagging while Donghyuck tries to control his breath and carefully scans the area for their friends. The people have started moving forward again and they’re more or less dragging them along.
Donghyuck can’t stop his eyes from catching glimpses of some more signs. But reading statements like ‘There are only two genders’ or ‘God hates gays’ only makes his blood boil more and he quickly averts his gaze.
The shouting has started again and this time, Donghyuck can hear what the protestors say loud and clear. Unfortunately.
“Stop the gay agenda! Protect our children!”
It takes a lot for Donghyuck not to facepalm right there. A wave of hot anger leaves his whole body burning and for a second, he wants nothing more than to just get out. Shove all these people to the side, push his way through the crowd into freedom, where he doesn’t have to listen, and where he can breathe.
He clenches his fists instead and almost crushes Renjun’s hand in the process.
Renjun stops his flood of words and looks at him, eyebrows raised in question.Donghyuck shakes his head, trying to get rid of the stress that’s making him feel all antsy and restless. “Let’s hurry to find Jeno and Jaemin and then leave, I can’t stand this much longer.”
Renjun nods in agreement.
It takes them another thirty seconds before Renjun remembers that they actually do not live in the Middle Ages and all four of them are in the possession of perfectly working cell phones. The two boys squeeze through the crowd into the shopping street that connects to the plaza. The street is not as crammed as the square itself and gives the two boys some space.
As soon as they get out of the crowd, Donghyuck can feel his heart rate decrease and he takes a deep, calming breath. He lets go of Renjun’s hand and proceeds to stretch his arms and shoulders to get rid of the all the tension that’s stiffening his muscles.
With no one shoving them from behind, the two boys step in front of a small book store with a porch that offers some shade, and pull out their phones.
First, they try texting their friends. Unsurprisingly, they don’t get immediate responses. After another two minutes, Renjun curses and dials Jeno’s number. He holds the phone to his ear and waits.
“Come on, you idiot, pick up,” he growls as a scowl spreads on his face. After a few seconds, his demand gets fulfilled.
“Dude, where are you? Don’t just run off like this…”
On the other end of the line, Jeno’s calm voice mixes with the buzzing of the protest. Donghyuck can’t make out what he’s saying, but he’s pretty sure Jeno’s trying to soothe Renjun enough to avoid a raging tirade about how you shouldn’t just run into a crowd of homophobes.
Renjun interrupts Jeno with a huff. “Yeah, yeah, but where are you?” He squints his eyes at Jeno’s response, then looks around. “Old city hall, got it.”
This makes Donghyuck take notice and throw a look over the plaza as well. The old city hall, nowadays only used for exhibits and other cultural events, is basically at the other end of the square, and its wooden roof protrudes even above the signs and posters the protestors hold up.
“We’re coming, don’t move,” is the last thing Renjun says into his phone before he hangs up.
They get to their destination in no time. The plaza is still as crammed as before, but Renjun has no problem pushing the people out of their way in exchange for a few angry shouts and dark stares, all while his hand is protectively curled around Donghyuck’s wrist. Donghyuck doesn’t mind Renjun taking the lead and lets himself get dragged along. He feels the eyes around them burn into his skin and fixes his gaze on Renjun’s back.
Finally, they reach their friends who are lingering around under the blinds of the city hall. Jeno is staring down at his cell phone in concentration while Jaemin watches the protest with tight lips and pulled down eyebrows.
Jaemin notices Renjun and Donghyuck first. His clenched jaw relaxes slightly and he uncrosses his arms. Renjun runs the last few metres towards him and takes him by the shoulders.
“Why would you just run off into a crowd like that?” he starts his complaining again. Jaemin just smiles and endures his friend’s nagging.
Jeno’s eyes find Donghyuck’s and he shoves his phone screen into his face.
“I looked up what’s going on. Apparently, some politicians passed a bill to make it easier for gay couples to adopt and now people are mad and want to ‘protect the children’, I guess.”
He rolls his eyes at the last part of his sentence.
Donghyuck presses his lips together. He throws a sideways glance at the crowd, and his heart feels heavy, knowing that there are so many people joining that kind of protest. Even though he has been part of far bigger demonstrations against discrimination, it’s still disheartening to see.
The homophobes and their screams get louder. Jeno looks at them, gritting his teeth and narrowing his eyes to slits. He looks as furious as Donghyuck feels.
Renjun, finally finished with his lecture, sits down on the stairs and lets out a deep sigh. Head in his hands and face distorted in distress, he watches as more and more people fill up the plaza.
Jeno puts his hand on Renjun’s shoulder, in a manner that is probably meant to console the smaller boy, though his face looks just as grim as before.
A sudden commotion in the middle of the plaza draws Donghyuck’s attention. He squints as the crowd scatters and reveals a bunch of people, standing in the centre of the plaza and shouting at each other. Their voices can even be heard over the babble of everyone around them.
“What’s going on back there?” He takes a few steps forward before his eyes widen in realization. His eyes brighten up as he exclaims, “Ah, I think the counterprotest has arrived.”
“Sure it’s not just some more homophobic assholes?” Renjun asks, tone sharp and biting. The anger is not directed at him, though, so Donghyuck doesn’t mind. He himself is just as pissed off as Renjun, after all. But seeing the armada of rainbows slowly filling the place surely boosted his mood a little.
Jaemin smirks. “I doubt that homophobes would voluntarily wear the pride flag on their t-shirts.” He pulls Renjun up. “Come on, let’s get a closer look.”
Renjun sighs again, annoyed, but let’s himself get dragged by Jaemin without further protest. Jeno and Donghyuck exchange a short look before they follow suit.
It’s three policemen who try to keep the opposing protestors apart.
(Who knows, maybe the ones who almost ran over Jeno not even an hour ago)
More and more activists swarm the place, their shirts and signs adorned with all kinds of pride flags and supportive slogans.
But on the other side, the homophobes gather and form into a wall of angry people. Both groups shout all kinds of insults at each other, and the police has trouble keeping them in control.
When Donghyuck and the others arrive, it’s just one big screaming match. It doesn’t look like a physical fight is going to break out yet, but the feelings are high and the palpable tension does not bode well.
The police are getting more and more useless with every passing second, though they still manage to build a barricade to keep the two groups at bay.
The four boys quietly stand on the side-line and watch the drama unfold.
If it wasn’t for the fact that there were literal homophobes trying to argue against gay people getting equal rights, it could’ve almost been funny to Donghyuck.
Renjun and Jeno whisper quietly. Donghyuck can make out something like “We should really leave now,” coming from Renjun. He wants to interject, but before he can say something, Jaemin grips his shoulder.
He throws a questioning glance at his friend.
“I have, like, a really dumb idea,” Jaemin mumbles into his ear. Donghyuck snorts quietly.
“When are your ideas not dumb?”
Jaemin jostles him softly, before he goes on. “Yeah, but it’s that kind of an idea that could lead us into a violent fight with the homophobes.”
Donghyuck raises his eyebrows. “I like fighting homophobes, go on.”
Jaemin chuckles. “What if we just kissed right now?”
Donghyuck definitely did not expect this.
(Though, maybe he should have. It’s Jaemin, after all)
“You mean…here? Now?” He peers at the big crowd of homophobic assholes howling slurs at the LGBT-supporters. Even though they outnumber the homophobes by far at this point, it’d still be... risky. You never know what people are capable of if they get mad.
But it would also be really tempting to see homophobes getting furious at two random boys kissing, knowing they couldn’t do much under the watchful eyes of several police officers.
He looks at Jaemin who eyes him with a soft smile that Donghyuck can’t quite decipher.
“We obviously don’t have to, if you’re not comfortable…,” Jaemin starts, but Donghyuck cuts him off with a raised hand. Like hell he’d back out now.
“No, you know what, this is a genius idea.” Fuck all consequences, honestly.
He grabs Jaemin’s hand and pulls him forward, closer to the centre of the commotion. They want people to see, after all. “Let’s make some homophobes cry.”
Behind him, Donghyuck can hear Renjun groan. “And they’re running off again.”
He and Jaemin stop in the free space between the two groups, not the complete centre of attention, but people will definitely start noticing them if they go through with Jaemin’s idea. Donghyuck’s heart is already racing as if he’d run a marathon and not just a few metres. Jaemin grabs his shoulders and turns him around so that they’re facing each other. A few surrounding people shoot them fleeting glances, but there’s really nothing special about two young men standing next to the quarrel of two opposing protests. Not yet, at least.
“And you’re absolutely sure you want to go through with this?” Jaemin mumbles. He puts one strand of Donghyuck’s brown hair behind his ear and looks him right in the eyes. Donghyuck flutters his eyelashes at him, to tease Jaemin or to avoid looking right back, he isn’t sure.
“What, don’t you want to kiss me now, or are you just scared of your own idea?” he says as he puts his hands on Jaemin’s shoulders to stop them from shaking. The tremble in his voice is barely noticeable through the thick layer of cockiness he put into it. Jaemin still picks up on it, because of course he does.
Jaemin smirks as he sneaks an arm around his waist, pulling him closer.
“Shut up, Donghyuck.” He leans in.
“Make me.”
Donghyuck’s lips shift into a smile, before he lets his eyes fall close in anticipation. Not a second later, Jaemin’s lips are on his.
For a moment, time stops.
And all he knows is Jaemin’s lips against his.
Donghyuck crosses his arms behind Jaemin’s neck and pulls the other boy closer until their chests are touching and he can feel Jaemin’s pounding heart against his own.
They kiss with closed mouths first. Jaemin is carefully brushing his lips against Donghyuck’s unfamiliar ones, tentative and almost shy. It’s barely more than a peck, really, just lips pressing against lips. But the outraged huffs behind them tell Donghyuck that the first people have noticed them.
At the irritated sounds, Jaemin’s lips form into a grin.
They part a few seconds later, faces not even a centimetre apart. Nothing spectacular has happened yet, nonetheless Donghyuck’s cheeks feel already flushed and he unconsciously bites down on his lower lip.
Jaemin’s gaze falls onto where Donghyuck’s teeth are grazing his skin. With a smile, he runs his finger along the vermilion border of Donghyuck’s lips and leans in again, head slightly tilted.
Donghyuck sighs softly at the contact and his eyes fall closed again. It couldn’t have been more than a few moments ago when Jaemin’s mouth first sealed his. But it already feels like heaven, the way his body gets all tingly, how the scorching sun becomes tepid compared to Jaemin’s body, and Donghyuck doesn’t ever want it to stop.
As Donghyuck is softly moving his lips against Jaemin’s slightly chapped ones (not that Donghyuck minds at all), the jeering of the homophobes mixes with encouraging cheers from the other side.
They part again and Donghyuck squints to the side without letting go of Jaemin.
The homophobes look at them with disdain, some kind of look like they want to jump them, but the warning stares of the officers hold them back.
Jaemin leans into Donghyuck’s space again. He brings his face close and his lips brush Donghyuck’s as he whispers, “Want to give them a show?”
Donghyuck smirks. “It would be my pleasure.”
This time, Donghyuck initiates the kiss, his hands laying against Jaemin’s cheeks as he pulls him closer. He presses his lips against the corner of Jaemin’s mouth first, which draws an impatient whine from the other boy. Donghyuck chuckles quietly, before he aims for his lips.
Jaemin hums in contentment and Donghyuck smiles into the kiss. He slowly increases the pressure of his lips against Jaemin’s, before he, in a surge of confidence, opens his mouth slightly to let his tongue poke at Jaemin’s lower lip. After a few seconds, the other parts his lips as well and Donghyuck slips the tip of his tongue inside.
Jaemin tastes like the coffee he just drank. Bitter, like rich dark chocolate, but with a hint of sweetness.
Donghyuck sighs into Jaemin’s mouth. Then his tongue meets Jaemin’s and he almost flinches at the new sensation.
He has never done this before. Even with his previous boyfriend, it hasn’t been more than a few shy pecks. But never like this.
It’s the first time he’s kissing anyone like this, mouths open and tongues touching, and it’s warm and wet, odd and foreign. And absolutely intoxicating.
Jaemin’s hands fall lower on his hips. As soon as he reaches his waistband, his thumbs hook into Donghyuck’s belt loops. And jerk him closer.
Donghyuck’s breath hitches as his hips collide with Jaemin’s, and he almost bites down on the other’s tongue. He pulls back and opens his eyes to see Jaemin smirking at him.
He narrows his eyes.
Alright, two can play this game.
He dives back into the kiss and this time, he’s not waiting for Jaemin’s permission as he slips his tongue past Jaemin’s lips.
One of Donghyuck’s hands slides down from Jaemin’s jaw to his neck, fingers running down to the base of his shoulder and back all the way up to his earlobe where he knows Jaemin is quite sensitive. A feeling of satisfaction fills his whole body when he can feel the other shudder under his gentle touch.
He buries his other hand in Jaemin’s hair and angles his head a little to the side to deepen the kiss even more.
The first homophobes have begun to shout behind them, but Donghyuck is way too immersed in Jaemin’s mouth.
Jaemin’s fingers slip under the hem of Donghyuck’s t-shirt. His hand is surprisingly cool and Donghyuck can’t help the soft whine that escapes him as goosebumps make his skin prickle. Donghyuck’s fingers tighten in Jaemin’s hair as he pulls his tongue back a little and lets it caress Jaemin’s lip one last time before pulling back completely.
Donghyuck lowers his head and inhales a shaky breath, eyes still closed. When he gazes up, Jaemin’s tongue just darts out to wet his lower lip. His blonde hair is all tousled up, his face and chest slightly flushed. His breath comes out in ragged puffs, tickling Donghyuck’s burning face, and his eyes glister feverishly, with his pupils dilated.
Donghyuck’s whole body starts tingling. He knew Jaemin was hot, but holy shit.
His legs are shaking and he clutches Jaemin’s shoulders to avoid losing ground. His eyes meet Jaemin’s and he’s so ready to lean in again when a particularly loud shout to their left (the homophobic side, Donghyuck remembers after a second) forces his eyes to leave Jaemin and look over.
Several things are going on around them, but two grab his full attention.
One, Jeno fighting off one of the homophobes, who apparently tried to interrupt him and Jaemin to do who knows what to them.
And two, Renjun, who is recording the whole scene; him and Jaemin, intimately entangled while a crowd of homophobic protesters behind them loses their shit.
Donghyuck looks back at Jaemin who also took in the jumble around them. Jaemin’s eyes meet Donghyuck’s. He smirks and lifts one eyebrow, almost as if challenging Donghyuck. As if he’d back down now. As If he could ever let go of this sensation - Jaemin’s lips, Jaemin’s body against him.
Donghyuck mirrors his smile and leans in again.
This time it’s Jaemin who dominates their kiss. His tongue slightly brushes over Donghyuck’s lower lip, asking for permission, and Donghyuck grants it to him by letting his mouth fall open way too willingly.
Jaemin’s hand comes up against the nape of his neck and pulls him even closer, if that’s even possible. At the same time, the hand under Donghyuck’s shirt wanders up. Jaemin’s hand still feels icy cold against Donghyuck’s burning skin and a shiver runs through Donghyuck’s whole body as he pliantly opens his mouth a bit wider. He lays one hand against Jaemin’s cheek, the other slightly pulls at the strands of hair at Jaemin’s nape.
Jaemin takes his sweet time letting his tongue roam over Donghyuck’s lips and past his teeth, before he sucks on Donghyuck’s lower lip for a second. It’s a little painful and amazing at the same time, and Donghyuck’s takes a shuddering breath at the gentle sting. Jaemin’s tongue is warm and wet, his body hot and firm against him and Donghyuck honestly isn’t sure if he can ever live without it, now that he got a first taste of the other.
Jaemin’s fingers press into his ribs and the softest whimper slips out of Donghyuck’s mouth. Before he can even recover from that, the hand at his neck suddenly gets buried into his hair and pulls. Hard.
Donghyuck’s sucks in a sharp breath.
“Jaemin,” he mumbles the other’s name against his lips and Jaemin pulls back a little. Even in his dishevelled state, he has the audacity to throw a mocking grin at Donghyuck.
“What, was that already too much for you?” His voice is dripping with condescension. Donghyuck narrows his eyes and yanks Jaemin’s head closer.
“Quite the contrary,” he huffs into Jaemin’s face. His pout turns into a derisive smile. “If that’s all you got, you can just stop wasting my time.”
It’s probably just what Jaemin wants - Donghyuck getting riled up and giving in to his teasing - but Donghyuck couldn’t care less right now. He’s ready for everything that Jaemin will to give to him.
A devious expression appears on Jaemin’s face, narrowed eyebrows and a dark smirk. Before Donghyuck can react, Jaemin is already pressing his lips against Donghyuck’s again, a familiar feeling by now, but unlike the previous times, it’s far from gentle.
Jaemin drags his hand down his sides, his fingernails scratching over Donghyuck’s sensitive skin, and Donghyuck shakily exhales against Jaemin’s lips. His tongue forces its way into Donghyuck’s mouth as he bends him over a bit, so that Donghyuck has to cling to Jaemin’s shoulders to hold his balance.
Donghyuck entwines his arms behind Jaemin’s neck and when he feels one hand sliding over his butt, he gasps and tightens his arms around the other. A whimper slips past his lips as Jaemin’s hand moves even lower and squeezes his thigh.
Jaemin sucks on Donghyuck’s lips again, then grazes his teeth over them before he bites down. It’s not nearly enough force to break the skin or even hurt, but it sends a bolt of electricity through Donghyuck’s upper body down to his abdomen.
Donghyuck whines in response and pulls Jaemin’s hair. Jaemin just snickers as he releases Donghyuck’s now slightly swollen lip. He presses one softer kiss onto Donghyuck’s lower lip, like a wordless apology, before he attaches his lips to Donghyuck’s jaw and goes down from there.
He wanders lower, peppering kisses down Donghyuck’s throat. Then his tongue darts out and licks a hot, wet stripe over his Adam’s apple.
At the sensation, uncontrollable shivers and twitches run all over Donghyuck’s body and he can’t stop himself from tilting his head back. A moan escapes his throat.
Probably a bit too loud, considering the public setting they’re in right now.
All the background noises, previously blended out from Donghyuck’s perception, come back, crashing down on him like a wave. The cheering and jeering of the protestors, with their drums and whistles. The shouts from the policemen who try to keep everything under control.
Donghyuck doesn’t dare to look around an fixates his eyes on Jaemin’s bleached mop of hair instead.
Donghyuck gasps (because of the realization that they’re not alone, or because Jaemin just found a very sensitive spot on his neck, who knows) and tugs at Jaemin’s hair.
“Dude,” he says, out of breath, but gets interrupted by another groan as Jaemin actually starts nibbling on his skin. After a second, the pain mixes with pleasure and it takes all of Donghyuck’s willpower to not throw his head back, pull Jaemin even closer, and let the other do whatever to him.
Jaemin’s lips wander lower. Where Donghyuck’s neck meets his shoulder, Jaemin pulls his shirt aside. Hooking his hand into Donghyuck’s hair, he yanks his head to the side so that he has best access to the nape of Donghyuck’s neck, which draws another whimper from Donghyuck’s lips.
“Jaemin,” Donghyuck whines, voice even more unstable than before. His hand comes up to clasp Jaemin’s wrist, and Jaemin actually pauses. “Have you forgotten we’re not alone here?”
Jaemin huffs at that, his hot breath meeting Donghyuck’s neck which causes Donghyuck’s legs tremble even more. Jaemin still has a tight grip on his hair so he can’t move his head, but Donghyuck is sure he’s either smirking or rolling his eyes. Or both.
“Trust me, I haven’t forgotten,” he says. And bites down on his neck. Simultaneously, the hand on Donghyuck’s thigh goes back to his ass and squeezes.
Donghyuck outright mewls, previous concern for their surroundings forgotten with one stroke. Hot arousal begins pooling into his stomach and fogging up his mind and body. He arches his back while simultaneously pulling Jaemin’s body as close to his own as possible. Pressed together like this, only separated by the thin layers of their clothes, Donghyuck can feel that Jaemin is just as affected as him, body vibrating and heart almost beating out of his chest. Donghyuck buries his head in Jaemin’s neck and lets out a broken moan against the other’s skin.
Just before Donghyuck can lose his decency entirely and start humping against Jaemin, their make out session gets rudely interrupted.
Someone loudly clears his throat next to them. Jaemin doesn’t care and keeps on mouthing Donghyuck’s neck like a starving vampire, but Donghyuck is not in the mood to get into trouble with the police, so he pushes the other boy back, gently but firmly.
Next to them, one of the police officers looks at them with disdain.
“Gentlemen, I’m sorry to interrupt, but what you’re doing is inappropriate. Your behaviour is contributing to a tense atmosphere, and the situation was already delicate enough to begin with.”
A bunch of homophobes surround them, only contained by Jeno and some activists (unsurprisingly, the police is doing nothing). The other LGBT activists are cheering on the side-lines.
Suddenly self-conscious, Donghyuck hurries to pull down his t-shirt that is still all crinkled up and exposing part of his belly. Jaemin next to him brushes a hand through his hair, a fruitless attempt to fix his unruly strands.
Renjun has still been filming the scene, but now he puts his phone down and stops the recording before he looks at his friends with gleaming eyes. “Whoa guys, this is going to do numbers on twitter, trust me.” Donghyuck has to grin at that.
Renjun pockets his phone and turns towards the officer with an innocent expression. “I don’t see the problem, sir. My friends were just enjoying themselves and then all these people got mad for no reason.”
The policeman crosses his arms. “But what they were doing was on the verge of public indecency.”
Now Renjun’s eyes narrow, patience already running thin. “What about that was indecent, though?”
Donghyuck blushes as he tries to remember what exactly he and Jaemin did in the past few minutes and comes to the conclusion that, while he appreciates Renjun covering for them, there were definitely some things that could be considered…a bit obscene, given their public setting. And even though they achieved their goal of making homophobes mad, it hasn’t been Donghyuck’s intention to get this carried away while doing so.
The officer doesn’t answer Renjun’s question, just looks at them with a sour face. “You should leave now,” he says.
Jeno pushes off one last person and joins the others. Under a lot of disgusted looks they leave the homophobes behind and get greeted with cheers and congratulations on the side of their supporters. The homophobes may look down on them, think of them as hideous and sick, but they can’t compare to the smiles of joy and the supportive screams meeting them.
Someone grabs Donghyuck’s hand. Looking to his left, Jaemin smiles at him. Donghyuck mirrors his expression.
Just before they get swallowed by the crowd, Donghyuck throws one look back.
People are still glaring at them, specifically at him and Jaemin, and their intertwined hands.
Donghyuck furrows his brows at their hateful eyes. How can people get so mad at something this mundane? It must be tiring, focusing on your hate instead of doing something actually useful.
A wave of spite rolls over Donghyuck and before he can think twice, he cups Jaemin’s face in his hands and pulls him in for another kiss.
Jaemin, surprised at first, quickly follows Donghyuck’s lead. Under the outraged hoot of the homophobes and the absolute ecstasy of the LGBT-supporters, Jaemin brushes against Donghyuck’s lips one more time, before they part again and run after their friends into the crowd.
“Guys, if that wasn’t the biggest power move today,” Renjun says as he joins them on the couch, voice filled with glee.
Donghyuck’s pulls his legs back to give him more space and jiggles over to Jaemin, who seems to be fully emersed in that random cooking show that’s running on TV right now.
Donghyuck shrugs as he leans back against the backrest.
“I just wanted to make some homophobes mad.”
“Same,” Jaemin affirms. So he’s not dedicating his entire attention to Gordon Ramsay, after all.
He throws Donghyuck a cheeky wink, a smirk plastered on his face. “And it worked.”
Jeno, slouching on the old armchair and mindlessly scrolling through his phone, suddenly straightens up. He jumps up and throws himself onto the couch. More specific, over Renjun’s lap, who huffs as the air gets knocked out of his lungs.
Jeno turns his phone around and shows the display to Donghyuck and Jaemin. It’s the video Renjun took this afternoon, of him and Jaemin, kissing between the frontlines of homophobes and activists, looking like they have no care in the world.
The video isn’t that long, maybe two minutes or so, but it has already thousands of likes and retweets.
“Congrats, you’re famous now,” Jeno says while pressing his phone into Jaemin’s hand.
“Great,” Donghyuck says, not really paying attention to his words. While Jeno and Jaemin start a conversation about Gordon’s fantastic beef wellington, Donghyuck is still fully focused on the video.
He swallows as he watches himself making out with Jaemin again and again. He just can’t take his eyes off the way their lips move against each other’s, how Jaemin’s hands wander up his body under his shirt, how his tongue enters Jaemin’s mouth-
“Hyuck?” Jaemin rips him out of his horny thoughts. Donghyuck flinches a little and whips his head around to Jaemin, who looks at him with his head tilted and one eyebrow lifted. “You alright there?”
Donghyuck tenses and bites his lip, before he forces a more or less genuine smile. “Yeah, yeah, I just thought, um, I’d get some more snacks, right,” before he jumps up from the couch – almost knocking Jeno’s phone from the other’s hands – and flees into the kitchen.
Jaemin looks after him, a thoughtful expression on his face.
Much later that night, the TV is still running, some nature documentary flickering across the screen. Donghyuck turned down the volume when he noticed Renjun getting drowsy though, so now it isn’t much more than a muttering in the background.
Renjun is lying on the blankets that cover the floor, already fast asleep. Jeno is snuggling his back, his head buried in Renjun’s neck. One arm is slung over Renjun’s waist, pulling him closer. Just like Renjun, Jeno is sleeping and his quiet snoring mixes with the white noise of the TV.
Donghyuck, half lying, half sitting on the couch, is still awake. He’s paying most of his attention to the documentary because it’s actually interesting. (Who knew a documentary about a man raising a baby moose could be so emotionally investing?)
Just before the man releases baby moose Susan into the wild so that she can re-join with her former moose friends, Jaemin steps into his point of view. Donghyuck whines and waves his hand to the side, indicating he wants Jaemin to step out of his view. “I was watching that.”
Jaemin doesn’t budge.
Donghyuck sits up and pouts as his friend. “I need to know if Susan will be able to connect with the other moose.”
Jaemin puts down the glass of water he’s holding, then lets himself fall down onto the couch next to Donghyuck. He presses tightly against him, his warm skin against Donghyuck’s cool thighs. Jaemin’s fingers trace his leg. “Are you cold?”
Donghyuck hums and shakes his head. He’s actually feeling quite warm right now, where Jaemin’s body is squeezed against him, almost a bit too hot. But Jaemin doesn’t need to know that.
For a while, they sit on the couch next to each other and watch how Susan bids farewell to her adoptive dad and finally meets her biological mother.
Donghyuck cannot concentrate on Susan’s emotional journey though, not with Jaemin this close. No matter how much he tries to distract himself, his thoughts always circle back to what happened today.
Finally, he takes a deep breath and throws a shy gaze towards the boy at his side.
“What made you do this today?” he asks, voice barely more than a whisper, tongue running over his dry lips.
“Hm?” Jaemin looks over with a slightly tilted head, and Donghyuck quickly averts his eyes. All the confidence he possessed when Jaemin kissed him this afternoon seems gone now.
“Why did you kiss me?”
Jaemin shrugs. “Why not?”
Donghyuck quietly snorts at that.
“I think it was pretty fun.” A short pause. Then, much quieter, “I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”
Donghyuck’s heart stops for a second, before it starts beating again, twice as fast as before. He hopes Jaemin doesn’t notice, pressed against him like this.
“You mean, kissing me to make some homophobes mad.”
His voice is quiet, but firm, even though his mind is shaking right now. He gazes up at Jaemin but can’t bring himself to look him right in the eyes.
Jaemin tenses slightly and bites his lower lip, which instantly draws Donghyuck’s gaze in. Mesmerized, he watches as Jaemin’s tongue swipes over his dry lips for a second. Donghyuck’s not sure if Jaemin’s nervous, or if he’s just projecting his own emotions onto the other.
Eventually, Jaemin takes a deep breath before he answers. “Yeah, but you can scratch that last part.”
Donghyuck’s breath hitches a little as his eyes dart up from Jaemin’s lips to his eyes. Instead of the usual mischief spark, he only finds honesty in his gaze. His heartbeat speeds up even more and is probably faster now than when Jaemin’s lips met his for the first time. He bites down on his lips, hoping to prevent the really embarrassing whimper building up in his throat to leave his mouth.
Instantly, Jaemin’s eyes fall down to Donghyuck’s lips and Donghyuck can see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard. Donghyuck draws in a shaky breath, much to loud in the almost quiet room.
They lock eyes again. Their heads are suddenly much closer than before, only mere centimetres apart. Noses almost touching, Donghyuck can count every single one of Jaemin’s long eyelashes.
Jaemin’s hand comes up and cups Donghyuck’s cheek.
“May I?”
Donghyuck nods ever so slightly.
Slowly, Jaemin leans in.
Donghyuck closes his eyes and lets Jaemin seal his lips with his own.