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“Tinn, get up.” Tiw said, busting into the said boys room. “We have a party to get ready for,” Tiw said, throwing an outfit at Tinn. It was the end of exam week, and they needed to celebrate. One of the biggest frat houses was throwing a party. “You’ve been sleeping all day.” Tiw said, pulling Tinn up.
“Please leave me alone, I want to sleep.” Tinn whined. “That’s all you’ve been doing, since you and Gun broke up,” Tinn glared at him.
“Here you go again, please shut up about him,” Tinn said as he got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom. “Why did you guys break up anyway?” Tiw asked, leaning up against the door frame.
Tinn let out an annoyed sigh as he began to brush his teeth. “Sorry, but you know he’s going to be there.” Tiw said
Tinn spat out the toothpaste in his mouth “I don’t care, I’m over him.” he said beforeing going back to his teeth. “You say that everyday, and it sounds more like a lie every time.” Tiw said.
“And you say everyday how you’re finally going to make things official with Por, and here you are, still single.” Tinn said after rinsing his mouth. “Touché” Tiw said with a smile.
“Get out so I can shower,” Tinn said, pushing Tiw and closing the door.
Gun on the other hand was at the gym, up and ready for the party to come. “You know Tinn is going to be at the party, right?” Win asked him.
Gun grunted as he did a few lifts. “I know.” Gun said while taking a break between his reps. “Why exactly did you guys break up?” Win asked.
“I don’t remember,” Gun said before continuing his reps. He wasn't lying. They had an argument that ended up going too far, neither of them knew it would be the last time they saw each other, and neither of them remembered what they fought about.
They wish they could go back to that night, to stop themselves from saying whatever it is that they said.
That night took place exactly six months ago on the current day, they only remember the day because they both say it was the worst day of their life.
After the gym, Gun made his way back to the dorms. He strippied from his sweaty gym attire and quickly jumped into the shower, he could hear the sound of the front door opening and closing. He stepped from out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist.
“I didn’t know you would be back so ear-”
One thing that was hard about avoiding Tinn, was the fact that they shared one friend group, their friend groups merged in highschool and that’s just how it’s been.
“Was he just here?” Gun asked Por who was standing in the living room with a stack of papers. Por looked up at him startled. “Shit, I didn’t know you were here!” Por said.
“Calm down,” Gun chuckled. “How did you know?” Por asked.
“I heard him,” Gun lied.
The truth was that he recognized his perfume, and he gifted it to him for his birthday. Tinn had been eyeing it for a minute, but he felt the smell was too “feminine” ; it took Gun telling him it was perfect for him to believe it.
“I thought you would still be at the gym, sorry.” Por said apologetically. Gun felt bad for his friends, they had to go to such measures just to make sure no one was hurt.
“What’s with the papers?” Gun asked drying his hair with a towel.
“For class, we had to write a group thesis, which Tinn insisted on writing because he was convinced everyone in the group were idiots,” Por said. That’s so like him, Gun thinks to himself
“What about you?” Gun asked. “Oh, I didn’t mind one bit,” Por said with a sly smile. “Don’t freeload off of him,” Gun said before walking into his room.
Gun opened his closet, jumping back when a box had fallen from the first shelf. “Shit,” Gun mumbled as he bent down to pick up the contents of the box.
It’s almost as if fate was on his side as he came to a halt, at the sight of a familiar phone he hadn’t used in exactly 6 months. He picked up the phone, his eyes zoned out as if he was revisiting the past.
*flashback*
Gun stormed out of the apartment, out the building, and out into the street. People everywhere as the University’s football team has just won the match of the season.
“Watch where you're going,”someone shouted at him. He could care less.
After about 2 hours he found himself dropping on the curb of a sidewalk, directly under a street light.
“So fucking stupid,” he mumbled to himself as he pulled his phone out. He hated himself for how he spoke to his boyfriend Tinn.
He couldn’t even stop as the tears began to form in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said with a sniffle, talking as if Tinn was there in front of him.
He began to write a paragraph of how sorry he was and how much he loves Tinn.
Gun sat there for one hour and thirty minutes. Thirty minutes writing the message, and one hour waiting for a response. He couldn’t bear to call, hearing Tinn cry would absolutely break his heart.
He spent two more hours traveling to a friend's house and still no response. He went to bed at the friend's house, woke up, and still had no response.
“Ok,” he said looking at his phone, maybe Tinn needed time, he thought.
He went through the whole day giving Tinn space, and he still hadn’t received a message.
He was a little scared, but he still had faith in Tinn.
At some point he said “fuck space” as he began to search for Tinn on campus. He did find him, but fate had a different path for them.
He ran as fast as he could to try and reach Tinn, who was on the other side of campus, he unfortunately ended up bumping into someone, knocking his phone right out of his hand and into a puddle.
“Are you serious?” He grunted as he bent down to pick up the wet phone.
Moral of the story was that he never made it to Tinn.
“Make sure you give him my new number,” Gun said sternly to Tiw. He handed him the paper.
And that was it. No call, No text, No nothing.
*end flashback
A knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. “You need to hurry up, we don’t have much time,” Por shouted.
“Alright,” Gun said, taking one last look at the phone and throwing it into the box. He quickly grabbed an outfit from the closet and got dressed.
He styled his hair, sprayed a little cologne onto him and was out the door. “Who’s riding with me?” Gun asked the friend group as they took the elevator down.
Win, Sound, and Yo, would ride with Gun, while the rest were with Por.
Tinn sat in Por’s car scrolling through his Twitter feed, with Pat on the side of him, dozing off on his shoulder.
“Wake up time to go,” Tinn said as he could hear the laughter of his friends getting closer.
Por sat up with a yawn, he looked out Tinn’s rolled down window. “He’s coming,” Por whispered.
Tinn’s hand flew to the button, he felt an ache in his stomach at the sound of Gun laughing.
Gun looked up as he reached the bottom of the stairs, smile falling at the sight of the window on Tiw’s car rolling up. He shakes his thoughts away as he walks over to his car.
Tinn looks up at the window, getting a small glimpse of Gun walking away. It reminds him of that night.
*flashback
Tinn walked back into his room with tears streaming down his face, locking the door with wobbly hands.
He picked his phone up instantly blocking Gun on all apps. He has a bad habit of doing that when he’s upset.
He sat on the bed staring at the wall for at least an hour before realization dawned upon him.
He shook his head with regret as he stood up, grabbed his jacket and ran out of the apartment. “What was I thinking?” He mumbled to himself as he walked through the crowded streets looking for Gun.
Tears begin to stream down his face again. He was cold, he ran out in shorts and slides. He just wanted to find Gun and tell him how sorry he was and how much he loves him.
At some point he did give up and just went back home, his heart falling a little bit more as he found their dorm room empty.
He threw one of Gun’s hoodie’s on, inhaling the scent, a sob broke from his throat he climbed into the bed, hugging himself wishing it was Gun.
‘He probably hates me’ Tinn thinks. He looks over at his phone, and nothing. Tinn also had a bad habit of forgetting when he blocked people, which is kind of stupid.
Before he knew it he was asleep.
“Gun,” he called out sleepily. It was out of habit. Gun would usually come over, and pamper him with kisses. It was Tinn’s favorite part of the day.
Memories flooded his head the longer he layed in bed. He glanced over at his phone, still nothing.
He sighed.
He made his way to campus that day. Some kid ran into class, extremely late. His excuse being he had bumped into some guy who was running, the guy ended up dropping his phone in a puddle.
The universe likes playing games with people who are meant to be.
He had gotten out of class and went straight home again. He decided earlier that maybe Gun needed space, but he doesn’t care about that anymore.
He pulled his phone out and went to Gun’s contact. He face palmed himself once he realized he had blocked Gun.
He laughed, as he called the number. His face scrunched up at the phone going straight to voicemail.
He wanted to cry all over again, which he did. He tried to say as much as he could in the limited amount of time, it’s a lot harder to do when you’re crying though.
He didn’t want to leave too many, because he didn't want Gun to be even more upset at him.
He sat by his phone for hours. He was in the middle of dozing off when he heard a knock on his door. He felt a wave of relief, as he jumped up and ran to the door with a smile. He was so ready to jump into Gun’s arms, just the thought of feeling his warmth, made Tinn's eyes water.
He unlocked and pulled the door open. “Oh,” it was only Por.
He looked offended. “Sorry to disappoint,” he said pushing past him.
“I feel like I’m supposed to be telling you something,” Por mumbled, after they had hung out for a little bit.
Truth is Tiw never told Tinn, but instead passed the message on to someone else, who passed it on to someone else, etc.
Point is Tinn never got the number.
And that was it.
*end flashback
To this day Tinn thinks Gun hates him, and vice versa.
They already did a few rounds before the party, so Tinn was feeling a little bit of the buzz in the car, but he was still aware.
They pulled up to the house and they could smell the alcohol from the street. Some people were out on the lawn making out, passed out, or throwing up. “Jesus,” Por said as he grabbed Tinn’s hand, dragging him to the front door.
Tinn was starting to second guess if he really wanted to be here, as they pushed throughout the swarm of bodies at the door. When they finally made it to the calm of the party, Tinn felt a little more relaxed.
He grimaced at the sight of people dancing against each other. “They look ridiculous,” Pat snickered behind them. Tinn smiled, at least they were having fun.
Some were playing drinking games, and the rest were just chilling and drinking.
“Let’s go get some drinks,” Tinn said walking to the kitchen. He hated the taste of beers, so he went for a juice. He could down like twenty of them before he realized he was drunk, but he didn’t feel like being extremely drunk tonight.
He jumped at the feeling of a hand sneaking around his waist. “Hi baby,” He heard in his ear. He snapped his head around, stepping back instantly.
“I’m sorry, but do I know you?” Tinn asked, completely grossed out by the person.
“You don’t know me now, but I can show you a good time,” He said, stepping closer to him.
Tinn placed his hand on the guy's chest, pushing him back “chill out,” he said before walking away.
A grimace rested on his face, as he made his way over to his friends. “What’s wrong?” Tiw asked, wrapping his arm around his shoulder, and pulling him down on the sofa.
“Some asshole in the kitchen,” Tinn said, taking a sip from his drink. “Is that him?” Yo asked.
Tinn looked up and the guy was making his way over. “Great,” Tinn sighed. He really did not have the time or energy to deal with pushy guys who couldn’t take no for an answer.
“Should I go find Gun,” Sound asked. Tinn almost said yes, Gun used to take care of all of these problems for him.
“What?” Tinn heard from next to him. The very familiar voice sent chills down his spine. His body felt warm and cold at the same time. Tiw whose arm was still around him could feel his body tense up. He smirked at the boy, he knew he still had feelings for Gun. Everyone knew.
Tinn gulped, absolutely refusing to look to the right of him. Maybe if he was sitting in the middle, it would’ve been easier, but he was right at the end. He could literally feel the warmth from Gun’s body radiating onto him. His own body was betraying him as he leaned closer to him, his body craved Gun.
His touches, his kisses, his warmth, his protective hands. Gun always made him feel safe.
Gun saw Tinn sitting there on the couch, he was over the whole pretending that they didn’t exist anymore. If Tinn hated him then so be it, Gun thought as he walked up. Surprised to hear his name being mentioned.
“That guy there is bothering Tinn,” Win said, pointing at the boy who was still making his way over.
Gun looked down at Tinn, seeing that he was physically uncomfortable. He wished he could see his face right now, staring at the top of his head wasn’t very idealistic.
“Why’d you walk away baby?” The guy asked, reaching for Tinn, his hand was pushed away instantly, by Tinn.
“Please leave me alone,” Tinn mumbled. Gun always gave Tinn a chance to do it himself, but Tinn wasn’t a confrontational person. Gun shook his head with dissatisfaction, he told Tinn he needed to be a lot harsher.
“Come on you won-”
He shut up at the sudden amount of liquid being thrown at his face, he stood there drenched in a drink. “I said no,” Tinn said, sitting the cup down. Gun smirked, impressed.
Tinn stood up and walked off back to the kitchen, he downed five shots before walking to a very secluded spot in the house, he couldn’t even hear the music or people. He was convinced he wasn’t even supposed to be there.
Gun wasn’t a drinker, he drank one juice before deciding that was enough for the night, he had to drive anyway.
His head began to pound, it was too loud. “I think I’m gonna chill somewhere else,” Gun said as he got up from the couch. He did know where he was going, it felt like he walked for eternity, this frat house was the most funded, so their house was huge.
At some point he couldn’t hear the music anymore, he began twisting knobs on doors looking for an open room. After about five minutes of searching, he found a room.
He cracked it open, finding the room to be pitch black. He walked into the room, closing the door behind him.
He plopped down on the bed he searched for in the darkness. He let out a deep relaxed sigh.
Gun was training to be a doctor so his exam was a lot harder than most. He studied for weeks with not enough sleep, he didn’t even want to come to the party. He didn’t even notice as he began to fall asleep.
Tinn on the other hand was just a little buzzed. He splashed water on his face in the bathroom, before walking out to a room that was connected to it, he felt around for a bed.
Gun was lying down half asleep when something heavy fell right onto his stomach. “Fuck,”he groaned out as he sat up, instantly tumbling onto the floor. There’s nothing worse than getting the wind knocked out of you.
“I’m so sorry,” Tinn whispered, trying to find the person, only for him to trip over him and whack his face on the ground. It hurt a great deal, and Tinn wasn’t good with pain.
So there they both were laying next to each other on the floor, one still trying to catch his breath, and the other holding his nose as tears streamed down his face. The funniest part is that they still hadn’t recognized each other yet.
“Ok,” Gun grunted out as he forced himself to stand, he stumbled around the room searching for a light, which he wasn’t able to find.
He searched for the boy who was still crying. “Are you alright?” He said feeling around. He never knew searching for someone in the dark could be this hard, but it also didn’t help that the room was extremely big.
“I got you,” he mumbled as he finally found the boy. He pulled the boy up. “Thank you,” he said in between sniffles.
Suddenly it hit them both, they could recognize each other's hands anywhere. “Gun?” Tinn asked, unsure.
“Yep,” Gun said awkwardly as he guided Tinn to the bed.
Gun got back up as he continued to search for the light switch. Neither of them knew what to say, this was the first time they’d spoken to each other in half a year.
Tinn’s eyes squinted at the light suddenly turning on. Gun hesitantly turned towards the bed, what if when he looked at Tinn it was nothing but hate.
“Oh,” he said. Surprised at how Tinn was staring at him. Longing in his eyes, a fondness he hasn’t seen in a long time. His body gravitated toward the boy.
His face and nose red, eyes shimmering in the light because of how glossy they were. He looked beautiful.
“Are you alright,” Gun asked, sitting in front of the boy. “My nose hurts really bad,” Tinn said, a sob escaping from his mouth. At this point he wasn’t crying because of the pain. There were too many emotions for him, his body was overwhelmed and tired.
“It’s okay,” Gun said softly, while observing his nose. “Do you mind if I…touch you,” he asked awkwardly. “It’s fine,” Tinn mumbled.
He placed his hands on the side of Tinn’s face. Tinn tried his hardest not to react to his touch, but his body recognized him, and it needed him badly. Gun took notice of how Tinn leaned into his touch and how he also scooted closer.
His soft yet rough hands drove Tinn crazy. This was the worst time ever to imagine thoughts that he shouldn’t. They had both tried to be with other people but none could really satisfy them.
Gun began to observe his nose, feeling at looking at it from different angles. “It’s not broken, but it is bleeding.” Gun said getting up to grab some wipes from the night stand.
“Just don’t tilt your head back, ok?” Gun said as he handed the wet wipes to Tinn.
Gun loved the boy in front of him so much it hurt. He’s so perfect, in every single way. He could see how Tinn avoided his eyes. The silence was deafening. So much to say, but neither knew where to start.
Tinn sharply inhaled, and Gun looked up at him. ‘Is he about to say something?’ He thought.
The voices inside of them from six months ago were screaming at them. ‘Say something’ The voices yelled.
Gun opened his mouth to say something, and Tinn saw it, his heart speeding up. ‘Please say anything’ he stared eagerly at Gun.
This was it. It was now or never.
Gun shook his head as he closed his mouth. Tinn hands fiddled with his ring.
Gun looked at the clock behind Tinn.
2:00 A.M, just like that day.
Why does it feel like they’re running out of time?
Gun looked up at him, Tinn stared at him expectantly. He was giving him a look, a long look. A look he couldn’t interpret. He felt defeated.
“I-I’m gonna leave,” Gun said standing up.
Tinn watched him get up. Those words stung. Just like that night, he was watching Gun walk away, like an idiot.
Gun reached the door, he placed his hand on the knob. He stood there, second guessing. Should he leave?
Tinn stared at the back of him, he could feel a lump forming in his throat. One of the ones where you stop yourself from speaking cause you know the moment you speak you’re gonna break down. He’s cried too much.
He licked his lips anxiously. Eyes searching frantically for something to say. “I wish-” the sound of the door closing interrupted him.
Tinn looked up and Gun was gone. It felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest. A whimper escaped his mouth. He had the worst timing.
“I wish you would have come back,” Tinn said to no one as he crawled to the middle of the bed and laid down, facing the window.
They were both incredibly and stupidly in love. It’s a love that never fades, and their time apart only made the love and long for each other more.
They had a love that made them want to walk away from each other, but in the end they always turned right back around.
Gun shook his head as he turned back. ‘Not again,’ he thought to himself as he ran back to the room.
Tinn’s eyes felt heavy, he was so out of it he didn’t notice the door open back up or the room light go off.
Tinn sighed at the familiar arm wrapping around his waist, his hand flew up to the hand, holding it tightly.
“I’m so sorry,” Gun said against his ear. Tinn swallowed hard. “I’m sorry for walking away from you. I’m sorry for not coming back to you. I’m sorry for not texting you sooner or calling instead. I’m sorry for being st-”
“Text?” Tinn said, turning around to face Gun, his face wet with tears. “Yes?” Gun said confused.
Tinn sobbed harder. “I’m sorry,” He cried, with hiccups in between. Tinn has always been a cryer, Gun always found it cute.
“What’s wrong?” Gun asked concerned. “Hold on,” Tinn said, sitting up to blow his nose.
“I had blocked you,” Tinn confessed. Gun sat up as well. “Tell me you’re lying,” he said, shocked.
“I’m serious, and then I didn’t remember until the next morning when I was out of class, I only realized when I went to call you.” Tinn said.
“Wait, I need to see your face to hear this story,” Gun said, climbing out of the bed to turn on the light. “Shit,” he groaned as he bumped into the corner of a dresser, causing Tinn to laugh.
“Okay, continue.” Gun said, getting back into the bed, sitting up against the headboard. Gun could see on Tinn’s face; he didn't like how far he was. “Come here,” Gun said, patting the spot next to him.
“Really?” Tinn felt his heart race with excitement. Gun nodded. “I’m sorry, I just want to be close to you,” Tinn mumbled as he crawled over to the spot.
“Don’t be sorry,” Gun said, pulling him closer. “So as soon as I unblocked you, I called you, but then it went straight to voicemail. I left like four or something, but you never responded so I assumed you didn’t want to see me anymore,” Tinn said.
“Of course I still wanted to see you. I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore. I left multiple mess-
“Wait, which number did you call?” Gun asked. Tinn turned to look at him. “What do you mean?” Tinn asked.
“No,” Gun said, looking at him shocked. “My phone broke, I told Tiw to give you my new number.” Gun said pulling out the newer one.
“No way,” Tinn laughed as he took the phone to observe it. “Yeah I dropped it in some water, while I was running to find you,” Gun said with a smile.
Tinn gasped. “I was in class when someone came running into class, talking about how he bumped into a guy who dropped his phone in water!” He said even more shocked.
“That was me!” Gun said with even more excitement.
“Wow we’re so stupid,” Tinn said as they both fell into a fit of laughter.
Tinn’s head fell on Gun’s shoulder as he came down from his laughing. “Do you remember what we fought about that night?” Gun asked, reaching for Tinn’s hand.
Tinn thought for a second. “No, do you?” He asked, interlocking their fingers. Gun shook his head ‘no’ as he looked over to the boy.
“I’m sorry for slamming the door in your face that night,” Tinn said “and for blocking you, and for everything else,” he added on. Gun smiled fondly at the boy.
“I missed you,” Gun whispered. Tinn looked up at him, those doe eyes could drive anyone insane. “Me too,” he said, smiling bashfully.
They were so precious to each other, they don’t know how they survived six months apart. “How has school been for you?” Tinn asked.
“It’s been really good,” Gun smiled. “Hey don’t let your classmates freeload off of you,” Gun said to Tinn. “Were you talking to Por about me?” Tinn teased.
Gun rolled his eyes with a shy look. “You can’t prove it,” he said looking down at the boy.
“Really?” Tinn tested him, by standing up and walking off the bed. He ran over to the door opening it only for it to quickly be shut. He turned around, and there Gun was, Gun’s arm extended past his head as he held the door closed.
Tinn never told Gun how attractive he was in his specs. He looked so nerdy and hot at the same time. Tinn reached up and adjusted as they began to slip off the bridge of his nose.
“Thank you,” Gun said as he stepped closer to him, forcing Tinn’s body up against the door. “Your welcome,” Tinn said as his eyes flicked down to Gun’s lips.
It was only a matter of time before this happened. They’ve been wanting each other for so long, and like I said, no one can satisfy them like they can.
“What was that?” Gun softly asked, with a quirk in his brow. “What?” Tinn asked, with a hint of innocence and teasing laced in his voice.
“I don’t know, but it looked like you wanted to kiss me,” Gun said with a smirky smile on his lips.
Gun could get so cocky sometimes, it was insane. He knew how hot he was and he knew that it drove Tinn mad, but as much as Gun was cocky, Tinn was just as bad with his teasing. He knew how to get Gun right where he wanted him, with just a few words or subtle actions.
Gun was only a few inches away from Tinn at this point. “I don’t think I did,” Tinn said as his hands slowly moved up, he slowly untucked Gun’s shirt from his pants. “Have you been working out,” Tinn asked as he slipped his hands underneath the boy's shirt.
Gun let out a sigh, as he softly placed his hand around Tinn’s neck, forcing his head up. He pressed up against his body, leaning in. Tinn closed his eyes expecting a kiss. Suddenly Gun’s breath was hitting his ear, it sent shivers down his spine, as he arched forward against the shorter. Tinn found himself breathless at the things Gun whispered to him.
“Would you like that?” Gun asked, pulling back from his ear. Tinn nodded, his eyes staring, softly and desperately into Gun’s. “Please,” he breathlessly said.
There was no more pushing and pulling at this point, only giving. Gun kissed Tinn tenderly, it drew out a quiet moan from the taller. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths, a dance only they understood.
“Up,” Gun said into the kiss. Tinn jumped up, his arms around the boy's neck, his legs hooked around the boy's hips. Gun caught him by his thighs and carried him to the bed. Whose room was it? They didn’t know and they most definitely didn’t care.
Gun softly laid him in the middle of the bed, bending down to meet up with those sweet lips once again. They were both growing uncomfortable in their pants, as their cocks became harder.
“Please take them off me,” Tinn said as he began to unbutton his jeans. Gun helped pull them off swiftly, the sight beneath him was his and only his, no one would ever get to see Tinn like this.
Gun could see the hardness in Tinn’s briefs. “Don’t look at me like that,” Tinn said, squeezing his legs together. Gun always made him feel comfortable and safe, it had just been too long, for him to act like his stare was normal.
“I’m sorry, you're just so perfect,” Gun said as he bent down to press on his forehead. “Do you want me to turn off the light?” Gun asked.
Tinn’s heart melted. Their first time, Tinn was really scared and nervous. Gun insisted that they didn’t have to do anything, but as nervous as Tinn was, he wanted to do it so bad. Gun recommended turning off the light, which Tinn agreed to. It was the perfect first time.
“It’s alright,” Tinn said with a smile, wrapping his arms around Gun’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He missed him more than he could express. “Wait,” Gun laughed.
“These pants are too uncomfortable,” he said, removing his belt, and then his pants, he removed his glasses in the process as well. Tinn’s eyes flickered down to Gun’s length, as he bit at his lip, eagerly. He looked back up to meet Gun’s gaze who sent him a wink, Tinn blushed as he looked away. Gun pulled something from the pocket of his pants before climbing back into the bed. Instead of going up to Tinn’s face he stopped at his neck.
Tinn’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Gun placed kisses all over him. He knew all his weak spots, that was a benefit of being together for years. Gun knew exactly where to touch and kiss Tinn. He kissed his way down to his thighs, leaving marks, which made a Tinn writhe under him. He kissed back up to his lips, opening Tinn’s legs up and placing himself in between them.
“Gu-un” Tinn let out a broken moan, clinging to Gun, as the boy above him grinded down against his clothed dick. His head flew back “again,” he panted, which Gun happily did.
Tinn had the worst gag reflex, so Gun was surprised when Tinn had flipped them over begging to make Gun feel good. His mouth lingered over Gun’s cock as he looked up to make eye contact with the boy.
He pulled the rim of Gun’s boxers down, letting his cock fly free. Tinn licked up the length of the cock with his eyes in Gun. He kissed and licked at the tip experimentally, before taking the head into his mouth, which earned him a moan from Gun.
His mouth started out lingering at the head, before he slowly began to inch himself down, Gun’s hand flew down to Tinn’s head as his hips bucked up, Tinn groaned around his cock. “Just like that,” Gun said as his fingers tangled in Tinn’s hair.
Tinn eyes fluttered up to Gun’s. Gun moaned from the eye contact alone, who knew Tinn had such an effect on him. “Your mouth is so good baby” Gun moaned, Tinn’s cock jumped at the praise.
Gun pulled Tinn up, quickly placing a long and hot kiss on his mouth. Gun instantly flipped them back over and returned the favor to Tinn. He kissed the inside of those pretty, smooth, and tan thighs, marking Tinn however he pleased. “You look so pretty with all of my marks on you,” Gun said. Tinn whined at the comment.
Tinn loved being praised so much, it made him feel good. By now they were both completely naked and covered in each other's marks. “Gun, I can’t take it anymore.” Tinn whined, with dazed and glossy eyes.
Gun has edged him multiple times at that point. They didn’t have lube, so they were gonna have to improvise. Gun brought his fingers up to Tinn’s mouth, which Tinn opened up, taking the fingers in immediately. He lubricated the fingers in his saliva.
Gun gave Tinn a look of confirmation, before pushing one of the saliva soaked fingers past the rim, Tinn tensed up at the intrusion. “Relax,” Gun said, peppering him with kisses. He slowly moved the finger out, only for the tight hole to suck him back in.
Tinn bit at his lip as he gave Gun confirmation to add another. This time it was a lot harsher, Tinn winced at the feeling. “Slow,” he panted as he gripped Gun's free hand. He slowly moved in and out of the hole, allowing it to loosen up patiently, he continued to fuck in and out of Tinn slowly, the pain turning to pleasure within minutes.
“Please, more,” Tinn asked as he arched up. Gun let a string of saliva fall from his mouth and onto Tinn’s red, fluttering hole. It sent shivers all over his body.
Gun added a third finger. “F-Fuck,” Tinn moaned quietly as Gun began to fuck into him. He did that slowly for a minute, before curling his fingers in at a particular angle, causing Tinn to moan loudly beneath him. “I want to feel you now.” Tinn begged.
“Please, make love to me,” Tinn cried. His request sent chills over Gun’s body. They never used the word ‘Love’ while having sex. This was different, and it felt good to them both. Gun slowly pulled out of Tinn, who protested as he tried to follow his fingers.
Gun grabbed the condom, wasting no time sliding it on his cock. He whispered sweet things into Tinn’s ear as he lined himself up with Tinn’s hole and slowly pushed into him, there was a bit of resistance “I can’t, it’s too much,” Tinn cried.
“You can take it, you’ve done it before,” Gun said, pausing, letting Tinn adjust.
Tinn was completely gone, his legs and arms wrapped around Gun, wanting to feel as much as him as he could. “You can move,” Tinn said after feeling more comfortable. Gun pulled out, letting his head catch at the rim, before pushing all the way back in.
Tinn couldn’t stop himself from letting out loud cry, it felt so good. “You feel so good inside me,” Tinn moaned, and maybe Gun had a bit of a praise kink too, Gun moaned loudly as his cock twitched inside his hole and that made it even better.
Gun knew that right now, Tinn didn’t want anything rough, he wanted slow and soft and that’s exactly what he gave him. He bent down and kissed the boy who he wished he never left. “I love you,” Gun moaned into his mouth. Tinn smiles against his lips. “I love yo-”
Gun had fucked right into his prostate completely interrupting his train of thought. Gun winced as Tinn’s nails dug into his back. Tinn’s hole clenched around his cock, making it almost impossible for him to move, but Gun did moan with every movement. “You look so good like this,” Gun moaned as he pushed into the boy,
“Gun, I’m gonna cum,” he cried as Gun repeatedly abused his prostate. “Just a little more.” Gun panted, he could feel his high approaching and he wanted to cum with him.
Tinn could feel Gun’s cock pulsing in him, he wanted Gun to paint his walls with his cum, he wanted to feel his warmness inside him. Gun saw it on his face, so he quickly pulled out and pulled the condom off before pushing back inside him. They moaned in unison as they both began to cum. “Kiss me,” Tinn softly moaned, as his hands roamed Gun’s body, which his lover softly did.
They stared fondly into eachothers eyes as they came down from their high. Gun grabbed the wipes on the bed, before slowly pulling out. He gently wiped at Tinn’s sensitive hole, not wanting to make more of a mess on the bed.
He cleaned the cum from off of Tinn’s softening cock and stomach. He watched as Tinn began to doze off, he always did after they had sex, but this wasn’t their place, he couldn’t do that here. Now that he was thinking about it, they probably shouldn’t have done this in this room.
“Tinn, we have to get dressed,” Gun said, tapping the boy. As much as he wanted to lay here with Tinn, he knew he couldn’t. “I’m sleepy,” Tinn said reaching for Gun, he always got clingy and cute afterwards. “It’s okay,” Gun said, letting the boy fall asleep.
He cleaned himself off with the wipes as well before getting dressed, and then putting Tinn’s clothes back on him, which was a lot harder than he thought it would be.
He searched for a close exit in the house instead of having to walk through all of those people, and luckily he did. He ran back to the room, picked Tinn up and carried him to the car, locking the doors. He quickly ran back into the house and then to the room, to strip the blankets, sheets, and pillows from bed.
He walked back out to his car, sending a message to the group chat, letting them know he was headed home and Tinn was with him. He smiled as their friends went crazy, asking all types of questions.
Tinn woke up in a bed that he didn’t fall asleep in and in clothes that were a lot more comfortable than what he wore at the party. He looked around the room, eyes landing on a clock, five in the morning. “Stop moving,” He heard from next to him, a smile spread on his face, it wasn’t a dream. Gun hated when people moved in the bed while he was sleeping. “Sorry,” Tinn whispered as he cuddled up against the boy.
“I love you too,” he said pressing a kiss on the boy’s shoulder, earning a smile from Gun.