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“We need to talk”

Jay announced as soon as he came out from the hiding and stepped into the room, only to be hit with the sudden urge to walk right back in the bathroom and lock himself there forever. He only expected to see Jake lying there on his bed, but to see Sunghoon beside him sent his hard gathered up confidence flying straight out of the window.

What's more, Jake and Sunghoon were sprawled out on Jay’s bed. 

The site was….. enticing to say the least. They were completely relaxed on the—his bed, his sheets haphazardly thrown over their torso, legs tangled and their shoulders squeezed together as they watched something on Jake's phone. And, when Jay came in, both of them looked up simultaneously, blinkling in sync (how is that even possible) at him with questions in their large eyes. 

Jay clenched his fists, so his mind would be directed towards the pain and not the forbidden zone it was in a while ago.

“Yes, Jay-ah," Sunghoon said, both of their eyes unknowingly pinning Jay down in the position helplessly.

“We need to talk,” Jay tried, not looking at them but at the headboard above their heads, “..Jake.”

“Oh,” Jake smiled. He pushed up from beside Sunghoon, sitting upright with hands over his lap as he looked at Jay like a goddamn puppy with big, hopeful eyes waiting for a good job pat on his head. Jay almost reached out—his hair looked fluffy and soft as it is, but he held back, dull pain creeping in when the nails dug up a bit more.

“What's up, Jay?” 

Jay looked at him, then at his hands that were tapping on Sunghoon's blanket covered legs over his lap and then his eyes traveled up those legs to see Sunghoon scrolling on what seems like Tik Tok. Jay knows Sunghoon has all the ears and interest on what's going to be talked about between his best friends— his uninterested droopy eyes and fingers that's mindlessly swiping across the screen is enough of an indicator.

He looked back at Jake, their gaze meeting as he requested again, "we need to talk…alone.”

Jake's shoulder stiffed just the slightest bit, before they relaxed. Behind him Sunghoon dropped Jake’s phone on the bed and groaned as he got up, untangling himself from the mess of legs and sheets. 

Jay’s eyes were following Sunghoon’s movement, looking for any sign of annoyance or anger as he had made the younger displace from where he was resting with his friend, regardless of the fact that it wasn't even his bed. 

He didn't find any.

Though he did see how just before Sunghoon was about to turn around towards the door, he looked at Jake and smiled. The latter tilted his head to the side a bit, before smiling back. A silent communication took place between those eyes. 

“Ramen's there already and I think I wanna have ice cream later, what do you say?” 

Jake nodded back enthusiastically with two thumbs up, "sure, works."

Relief washed over Jay, along with tightness leaving his shoulders, when Sunghoon’s back was replaced by the door and his footsteps by the musical beep of the lock, only for his breath to be knocked back out when he turned his attention to his bed again.

Jake has shuffled up even closer to the edge where Jay was standing, now properly looking up at him with the column of his neck almost straight. Jay almost said fuck it and jumped into the bed to forget about all this and all that. 

Almost.

“Speak now," Jake said, low but demanding, "what is it that you couldn't say in the presence of Sunghoon.”

This is not it. This is totally not it. His will slowly slipped from his grip as unwanted thoughts started making themselves known again above everything, loud and hot. 

Jay shoved those thoughts back in the dark where they belonged and stepped back a bit, then walked around Jake’s back so he was sitting on the bed, a respectable distance between him and Jake’s body— which had copied and followed Jay around on bed— for his poor sanity. Jake has always smelt nice.

“Uhm thank you, for you know, listening to me, and uhhh sorry, if i disturbed you two, i didn't mean to of course, but i had to you know,” Jay started, his hands swaying back and forth as if it would convey what he really wants to say with eyes staring straight ahead. At the window that was covered by long beige curtains. So nothing.

Jay waited. For the other to say something or a pat at his shoulders reassuring it was nothing. When it didn't come he felt dread take over him, thinking if he didn't anger Sunghoon then he definitely annoyed Jake, and annoyed Jake is something Jay can never live with—in life or in the room. It's a big no no. 

He hesitantly glanced at Jake, scared only to see the other looking at him with…amusement. Lazy smile on his face and eyes dancing with excitement that Jay certainly isn't aware of. Huh? 

Jay studied him for a bit as he waited for him to say something, thinking that maybe the younger didn't hear him. It very much was possible and he was willing to repeat himself, opening his mouth only for Jake to beat him to it.

“You gotta look at me when we're talking," Jake said, thankfully, like a creepy mind reader.

Loser, the voice in his mind mocks him, unhelpfully.

“Yeah sorry,” his hand traveled to his nape, calming down the prickled skin, "just nervous haha”

Jake’s left eyebrow shoots up in question.

“Why are you nervous Jay-ah? What's wrong?”

Jake leaned forward with his whole body and Jay averted his eyes by looking down only to be met with the sight of Jake's knees digging into the side of his thighs. That was a mistake. Because Jake was wearing shorts and there was skin, lots of it. Milky and soft skin against his black sweatpants. So pretty, and slim, and pale that they might turn to color of red of his knees if he— 

Backtrack. What the fuck. 

His eyes shot up— which was the next mistake, because his gaze landed on Jake’s mouth. Pink, soft and glistening with what Jay couldn't tell if it's saliva or lip gloss. His lips were always in pursed form, like a pout, naturally and this time wasn't an exception, making his lips look full. Delicious. 

The thoughts were back. Jay gulped.

“Yeah it's about the TikTok earlier”

“Jay-ah, I thought we talked about it already. It was just for fun. Sorry if you're upset that I didn't tell you beforehand that I'll be doing this. But to be honest, I didn't plan it. I don't know what took over me, I just went on and did it. But you know what the staff said? They liked it a lot, they said it highlights our 02z dynamics perfectly. Even the members said the same!”

Jay blinks. A tsunami of dread slowly rising in him at the absurdness of it all.

“Yeah that's good to hear but it's—," Jay cleared his throat, “it's not about that”

Jake frowned, "then what is it?”

Jay opened his mouth, but what will he say? call out his friend and say hey I’m having homosexual thoughts and downright existential crisis thinking about you in a light I shouldn't but I can't help it because I literally can't and trust me I don't want to either and it feels wrong, demeaning to both of us, like we're bros but again bro doesn't swipe his finger down his bro’s lips in unintentionally sensual manner in a fucking tiktok sending the other bro in what now seems like inescapable but tempting hell hole.

Yeah, no. Jay closes his mouth, teeth catching on on his bottom lips as he wrecks up his brain. Is this why he spent all the time when he could be having his beauty sleep prep-talking himself in front of the bathroom mirror and revising it and then re-revising it only to go blank when the time has come?

Memory enhancement steps do not consequently help with confidence build-up as well, it seems.

Jay was pulled back from his spiraling mind when a hand landed on his shoulder. He jumps a little before relaxing when the hand traveled to the back of his nape, leaving behind warm pressure. 

“Jay-ah," Jake starts, voice small now, hesitantly and unsure, "did i make you…uncomfortable?”

Jay’s eyes snapped open, "what? No. No. Of course not, Jake. That's not what—," his eyes again landed on those breathtaking lips.

Jake had shuffled even closer somehow. He was practically in Jay’s personal space, in his breathing zone, in his flight zone— and like this, Jay could see Jake's lips, that are a threat to not only his but to societal peace as well, much closely. He could see the way they were shiny and pink, and under the fluorescent lights they looked much prettier, and somehow much plumpier. Jay wanted to see it for himself. Take it all in, maybe touch it like Jake did, to feel the plushness under his own finger or between his own lips. He also wanted to bite it, not like how Jake does all the time, but harshly, and see if they can turn angry red too. His tongue unconsciously darting out over his lower lip at the thought. 

“Yeah..," he couldn't move his eyes from the sight, and maybe he didn't want to. It's not everyday that he's presented with his boon and bane right in front of his eyes, "you didn't make me feel uncomfortable. At all.”

When Jay finally tore his eyes away from the sight due to the heavy absence of response. Jake was looking at him with the same amusement from before and the glint in his eyes was palpable, like a shooting star of excitement, leaving behind a long trail of light in its wake.

Oh. And it seems to be getting bigger and bigger, threatening to swallow Jake’s irises, then maybe his whole being along with Jay himself in its light.

But when the slightest sniff of the hotel's shower gel reached him, he snapped back to reality.

The glint wasn't getting bigger but it was Jake who was getting closer. And closer. Almost forgetting the presence at the back of his neck, Jay tried to move back, to bring back the distance between their faces, only to be met with a very firm resistance. And then, a pull.

Jay’s head jerks forward, a gasp leaving his mouth when he sees there's hardly a finger distance left between their noses. Jake doesn't seem to mind this, though.

He's grinning, and it widens, when he curls his fingers in Jay’s hair making him mewl as his eyes flutter close.

“What, Jay-ah," Jake says as he brings a finger up, letting it hover over Jay’s lips in the air for a moment, before pressing it down on his lips hard, "you didn't like it when I did this?”

His lips were squeezed thin between the hard press of the finger and his teeth. His throat makes a whimper-like sound at the sharp pain that didn't make it past his sealed lips. He can't even imagine how pathetic he must be looking right now, under the mercy of Jake— or the lack of, because the glint in Jake's eyes have now turned mean, contradictory to his hand that's just caressing his nape now. He squeezed his eyes shut before shaking his head. 

“What?" Jake says again, "what is it? you should say it.”

This time Jake slightly dragged his finger down, a drag that pulls at Jay’s bottom lip, making it hard for him to say anything past the heavy lump in his throat. 

He still managed, "No”

“No, what Jay-ah?” 

Jay knows Jake's just fucking with him at this point but what doesn't know is why in this fucking hell he's going along with it. He's feeling pathetic. Pathetic enough to allow Jake to ruin him, mock him and to send his dignity flying out of this very room.

“I didn't feel uncomfortable wh-hen,” Jay opens his eyes, resisting full-body shudder as he inhales sharply before continuing, "you did that.” 

And when Jake smiles, it's proud and fierce and gorgeous all at once, as if he's beaming with pride to have Jay putty under him. Though, it only lasts for a good few seconds for Jay to admire before the smile takes a cruel curve around its edges.

“Well, would you feel uncomfortable if I were to do this?”

Jay frowns before he feels Jake’s face closing on him in a mere second and the next thing he knows Jake is pressing his lips onto his finger. The finger that is still on Jay’s lips. Jay makes a strangled noise because Jake's kissing him indirectly and he could feel everything. Jake's breath fanning over his face, mingling with his, his plump lips over Jay’s own because they're just so plush that they are spilling on the sides of his finger, and his other hand that is holding him put firmly, so he can't slip past.

Not like Jay is insane to avoid a buffet when he's been starving.

Nevertheless, Jay relaxed after a few seconds when his body sensed that there's no need for any fight or flight, closing his eyes to bask in it as much as he could, before Jake pulled away. The almost-kiss-with-a-finger-in-between lasted hardly for 10 seconds but Jay can feel his heart rabbitating at a concerning rate.

There's silence and then, there's the awkward silence where Jay realizes Jake is waiting for him to say something. To answer his question.

Ah. 

Jay shakes his head again and Jake smiles just like before, the cruel curl turning pretty in Jay’s eyes, as he slowly pushes himself on his knees. Jay stays seated, tilting his head back when Jake brings his face down and next to his ears, lips brushing lightly at the lobe as he whispers in a quiet voice, "and what about this, then?”

This time, there's no finger in between to block Jay off the feeling of heaven on his lips when Jake presses against his mouth.

He closes his eyes, giving in to the feeling almost immediately. 

It was a simple press of lips but a firm one at that. And, Jay is finally able to feel that plushness against his own lips and that almost gets him dizzy embarrassingly fast.

Jay unconsciously whines when Jake pulls back a little, his breathing evenly fanning against his lips as he looks down at Jay with a question in his eyes. 

In lieu of response, Jay brings a hand around Jake's waist and the other going under his jaw, bringing him down into a kiss in one quick moment. Jake squeaks a little, his hands fly out onto Jay's shoulders, gripping it to balance himself as he struggles to keep up with the fast pace Jay works with against his lips.

He feels Jake adjusting in his hold, shifting a little onto his knees before he brings his hand down from Jay’s nape to the front of his chest, pushing him down backwards. His mouth didn't leave him for even a second as they fell down together on the bed and when Jay’s mouth opens in soft oof at the collision, Jake takes it as an invitation to push his tongue past his lips swiftly. The grunt in Jay's mouth gets choked up half way, making Jake smile into the kiss as Jay is the one who struggles this time.

They fall into it with ease though, lips pressed together firmly and tongue locking, swiping, licking against each other's. And Jay can't get enough of the younger at all even when Jake is all over him. 

He hates how they have to break every few seconds to soothe their burning lungs, he hates how there's a barrier between his hands and Jake's skin, and he absolutely hates how Jake seems to be teasing him.

Jake would kiss him fast and rough one moment, and next he'd hardly give him any satisfaction of touch or just move his lips agonizingly slowly. Jake would giggle hearing Jay whine when he'd pinch Jay’s ear lobe between his fingers or dig his nails a little bit painfully wherever he feels skin. Jake would shift and move away when Jay got as much as close to slipping his hands under Jake’s large hoodie and satiate his need. 

Jay thrashed around after a while of being tortured, attempting to turn over and flip tables, but Jake wouldn't let him. Whenever he tried Jake would push Jay down into the bed by pressing hard against the underside of his ribs and Jay couldn't do anything but cry out at the sweet promising pain that sweeps in his skin. 

He gave in completely after another while. He chose to simply lay back and let his hands wander, very pleased to measure and explore the span of Jake's body while his own body stays in the control of Jake's hand.

And Jay's sure that amidst the fog in his mind he heard Jake whisper ‘good boy’ as he drags wet kisses along his jaw. His chest swells at the praise, mirroring Jake's smile but more stupidly and whipped as Jake again leans down to kiss him, his lips wet and sliding perfectly against his own, felt like a reward.

💋

“This is the talk you kicked me out for?"  Sunghoon taunted. 

Jay’s eyes shot open at the familiar voice. His first instinct was to roll over and under the bed but Jake pushed a hand down on his chest, keeping him locked as he leaned up. There was a string of saliva attached between their lips and if it weren't for the dooming presence right there, Jay would've definitely moaned when Jake’s tongue lolled out in a filthy manner to swipe on his lips, breaking the string.

His smile was soft. Soft just like his lips, which Jay noticed were bitten red and swollen, much plumpier than when they started. And then he feels his breath leave him when his eyes flit towards Jake's. Jake's eyes, now void of that glint, are completely dark, looking down at him with what Jay can only tell is hunger. He still feels useless and limp, but now there's also a fear rising in the pits of his stomach, tangible, that he might just be a prey to the predator in front of him. The thought aroused him for some reason.

Jake gives him one last look before he delicately turns his head to look over his shoulders at Sunghoon, "well, apologies for that..”

Jay hesitantly looked over at Sunghoon, who was standing leisurely with hands in pockets and head tilted to the side. The smirk on his face was cocky as if he was proud that he found his friends slash bandmates in compromising positions. Sunghoon’s eyes were already lit up with childish mirth, but when Jake continued, his eyebrows shot up in interest and they turned into a pretty crescent.

“....Would you like to join?”Jake offered, like a normal make-up gift as Jay visibly spluttered behind him from shock.

Jay looked at Sunghoon and then at Jake, but they paid him no mind for the few seconds where they seemed to be having a staring contest. Seriously, he hates this certain pair of best friends. Don't get him wrong, he’s not jealous because he knows he’s their best friend too but he doesn't communicate with them by reading eyes or mind or whatever it is that they do. 

Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Sunghoon moves to kneel on the edge of the bed, placing his hands on top of his thighs and looking in his direction like a righteous disciple ready to be honored for his good work.

“Can I?” 

The question was directed towards Jay and both of them finally acknowledged his existence in the room as they turned towards him, waiting for his answer. But lying like this, under his bandmate with his hair a possible mess and hands over his head in front of another bandmate, had Jay heating up from all the attention he was subjected to. He averted his face to the side as they were staring directly at his super red-flushed face, which was actually a piss move because now they'd be able to see how deep the flush actually goes and how affected he is, how willing.

He resisted a shiver when the hand that was resting on his chest traveled up, cupping his jaw gently before turning his face to the front again, at the two of them.

“We need your answer, Jay-ah," Jake requested, his voice was soft and careful.

The answer was on the tip of his tongue. He isn't gonna deny. Only a fool would deny to have two of the greatest creations by God himself on him. And while Jay acts like a fool most of the time he's not one right now. Right now is the matter of do or die. Because if he doesn't get either or both of them on top of him he might just die. It is as simple as that.

Still, he wets his dry throat and tries to think rationally. 

The NDA is vocal and elephant in the room, but it is there, and in blinding neon color. Well, if you even call it a NDA in the first place. Nothing really stays a secret between the 7 of them for too long before it becomes a joke—which they eventually get tired of after like 3 weeks and forget. But they are considerate and mature when they need to be. It also involves situations like this, which Jay knows from all the previous encounters and events.

Plus, there's no way this might reach their managers and all, and even if it does Jay is sure they'd pass it on as shenanigans of young-adults living together. That's not the problem though.

The problem is, what happens after. 

After they're done, after they've left for their respective rooms, after they've slept and woken up, after they're back on their routine— not just being idols but being friends and housemates. Obviously, this, whatever Jake and Sunghoon are inviting him to do and whatever Jay is willing to go along with, might end very good or very badly. No inbetween.

Jay is not beyond letting it risk their friendships and consequently, their careers—even if he's exaggerating with this one—but god does a man have needs. Especially when Jay has always found Jake and Sunghoon attractive in a way Jay had conceived himself was ‘envy’ only to realize how wrong he was now that he's at this point. 

At the point where the previously unknown subjects of his desires are now presenting themselves to him, and on top of that, asking him if he'd have them. Okay, consent is important, yeah, Jay abides by it but they can devour Jay whole in his sleep and he'd go up to heaven and kiss Jesus’s cheek. 

The point is, of course he'd have them and let them have him in return. And now that he's thinking about it, consequences be damned, really. They didn't think twice before uploading that TikTok, so this shouldn't be a problem because this is just a follow up event. Nothing else. Not complicated at all. Easy. 

Be fucked or die, rings aloud in his mind as he finally decides, reminding Jay that he's not dier but a fucker. 

Jay first returns Sunghoon's stare and then turns to Jake, nodding as well verbalizing against the sloppiness that is his mouth.

“Yes," and for good measure he adds, "please”

The smiles that reached Jay from both of them were blinding. The nervousness of having and to satisfy two of the most attractive people in his life followed quickly, like a dark cloud. Feeling as if he's presenting a new dish he made to his parents, or his members; like he knows he's good at it but still feeling nervousness around his body while waiting for their comments, because feedback sometimes can be brutal. And no matter what his face shows, Jay had always been a soft hearted person.

The cloud vanishes almost automatically.

Jay watches Sunghoon crawl up the bed and settle on his knees beside Jay’s shoulder. He chuckles a little before bringing his hand up to tuck away a fringe of his hair and before Jay can say something stupid like thank you, Sunghoon leans down, his eyelashes fluttering against Jay’s nose as he kisses the corner of his mouth and then his left cheekbone.

“Cute,"  Sunghoon murmurs when he pulls up. He brings his hand from Jay’s neck down to his shoulder then onto his own collar, popping buttons one by one down till middle. And Jay is just a man as his eyes follows Sunghoon's hand that slides from his slim, pale neck to the valley over his heart and down till the defined lines of his abdomen. 

Sunghoon's skin was pale and so visibly unblemished, that he could feel the animal in him rising up, with claws out and teeth bared, ready to mark and claim.

Though, he couldn't entertain the thought much before a new hand came into his vision, landing right over Sunghoon's stomach. Jay’s mouth drops open. It was Jake’s hand. His touch feather-like, fingertips gliding up the exposed skin like dancing over water, stopping on the side of Sunghoon's jaw and gently turning his face towards him. Jay saw it all, in deep fascination, when Jake and Sunghoon's eyes locked, their smiles widening and almost instinctively, them leaning towards each other.

It was like a click. Their lips met each other right in the middle. Lips locked like two puzzle pieces as their heads found a perfect angle. Leaning forward, sliding more, kissing loud, eagerly, lovingly, fondly.

It felt like a scene from some rom-com playing in front of Jay. The scene where the leads finally lay their hearts bare, hopeful eyes and pretty words heavy in the air when they finally kiss for the first time after all the yearning. 

Except this didn't look like the first time. Yearning, yes, but not unfamiliar, unusual with how passionately their lips are moving against each other's. Jay felt his breath picking up at the realization.

The more he watches them kiss, the more it makes his thoughts race. Two of his bandmates hooking up with each other? Shouldn't be surprising. It's the 21st century and the forced chastity due to the dating ban can keep a man sane for so long. But still Jay feels like they're a bombshell dropped on him. And Jay can do nothing but gawk at it, somehow also finding it extremely appealing.

Jay had burnt out all the lasts of rationality in him right after he said yes to Jake and Sunghoon, so he let himself indulge in the moment without any what's-if string of thoughts. Because, was this a sight now.

The way they were making out was arousing. Delicate hands over delicate faces that moved keenly to make it right. 

To make it look right.

Jay could see everything perfectly, how they would change angles when they pull apart just a little, panting in between when they go on for too long, spit that lines the corner of their mouth because Jake is a fucking drooler— which is not exactly a new revelation to him.

What is a new revelation is that Sunghoon is a motherfucker that takes advantage of it. Sunghoon—a hygiene freak, who has sanitizers placed in his pockets of his various Jackets, who advises Jake to wear mask to avoid getting cold sores often so that he doesn't have to deny him from feeding off his chopsticks, is also the Sunghoon who's swiping his tongue against Jake’s lips repeatedly, spreading his own saliva over Jake's already wet lips, then nudging them open to slip his tongue past into the hot area. Jake whines around the new intrusion but doesn't back off, instead, he pushes back more, giving back the same energy— just more filthy. 

It has gotten dirtier and Jay’s sure his heart is about to leap out of his chest.

The saliva was very much visible and glistening with how wet Jake's tongue was when it lolled out, meeting Sunghoon's own in the middle. With all the saliva mixing, the slide was smooth and the squelching voice of their tongue meeting surrounded the room, bouncing off the walls and on the heart and ears of Jay heavenly as well as heavily.

As much as he's enjoying the show he’s given front row view of, he doesn't know how long he can stay here without moving while his hunger crawls up, eating him from inside, whispering it's way into his mind and telling him things he could do to them, that would make them loud than they are right now ( which Jay feels is purposefully loud to tick him off ), kiss them until they're heaving and out of their minds. 

His thoughts paired with the very delectable image in front of Jay, adds to the fire in his stomach that was already brewing due to lack of attention on him. Jay never thought he'd be a guy who would find being disregarded hot.

But with Jake and Sunghoon he's figuring out a lot of things. Even about himself. Especially about himself. 

Like how his body has a mind of its own now, as his fingers unconsciously dance up from where they were resting on Jake's skinny knee to the meaty part of his legs. And it is only when the smoothness and warmness of Jake’s thigh sweeps into his palms, does Jay break out of it. He looks down at his hands, the contrast of his dark hands sprawled over Jake's much lighter thighs and is overcome with the sudden urge to squeeze, and knead and pull.

He caves in and feels relief pass through his veins as he sees his hands close around Jake’s thigh tighter, watching as the plush skin spills from between his fingers and some on it paling under the harsh pressure of Jay’s hands. The sight does something to him because his hips abruptly cant up involuntarily, making Jake bounce in response. Jay’s eyes immediately go wide when Jake squeaks due to the impact, their lips sliding apart in process.

A beat passes and Sunghoon's giggles fills the room but Jay doesn't even dare take a breath when Jake turns his face, slow and menacing, much like in action movies. He half expects Jake to be angry, for interrupting him when he was taking his sweet time making out with his best friend and maybe kick him out for acting up and Jay would finally die with an ache in his heart and his dick half hard.

“I—,” he starts, alarms ringing loud in his ears, but stops because he's unsure why or what he's going to say.

However, when Jay sees Jake's face, his shoulder relaxes with the shuddering breath in because Jake's not angry— well he seems angry but he also seems to be very adorably failing at it. And the way he's red all over from his nose to the tips of his ears, eyebrows frowning and lips puckered in pout like he's offended at the whole world really doesn't help with the image he's trying to put up. It is in this situation that Jay finally gets what being threatened by a cupcake feels like (a phrase Ni-ki once used on him when he yelled at him for sprinting into his room wearing his outside shoes)

If his freshly debuted self had been told that at one point he would find Jake cute, he would've most probably banged his head against some wall. Because Jake was his bro; the one he made pathetic dick jokes with, the one who pisses him off just to get a reaction out of him, gets on his nerves just because he can and thinking about your bro in that sense would've probably sent his 3 hours ago self in hysterics, let alone his barely 18 years old.

But now, lying like this with Jake in his lap, looking at him with narrowed eyes and flushed face, Jake felt like anything but his bro. And all he feels for the other, in simple words, is just fondness and adoration. So much so he has to hold back his urge to lean up and kiss Jake's pout and squeeze him in his arms— the cuteness aggression; another word Ni-ki used on him.

“Yah! What was that so suddenly?” Jake starts, his voice loud and threatening but Jay is not at all bothered by it, still lost in the daze that is much like Jake; that is Jake, "what if I had knocked Hoonie’s teeth off, or broken your hip bones? Didn't we ask for your permission so where is that same treatment back?!”

Feeling himself flush at the accusation as well as being scrutinized under Sunghoon’s gaze, he adverts his eyes and they land on his hands that were still on Jake’s thighs. One would think that it was Jay’s hold that was keeping Jake's thighs apart and he flushes even harder at the thought, retreating his hand back as if they've been burned.

When Jay looks up, he swears he catches Jake’s lips falling from smirk to a pout but doesn't give it much thought, because he might be wrong or worse, hallucinating . Like how he's maybe hallucinating this whole..situation.

He opens his mouth to say something when he feels like his tongue can form words again only for Sunghoon to beat him to it.

“Jay-ah,” Sunghoon says, as he leans down, so close that his bangs tickle over Jay’s forehand and he goes cross-eyed, ”did you perhaps feel neglected?”

The answer is again yes. Of course it is. Jay doesn't know if he'll ever have it in himself to deny anything to these two in front of him from now on.

Surprisingly, he doesn't feel embarrassed at being seen through. Yes, Jay did feel neglected and Yes, the lack of attention had him acting up. It was true. And he was taught to never lie. Not admitting to that would be straight-up lying. Jay never lies. Jay is always honest and honest to the bones, he has this feeling that if he lies, what he wants—what only Jake and Sunghoon can give him, would be taken away from him. And that thought sent a chill up his spine.

Jay can't let go of the once in lifetime opportunity the universe has very gracefully provided him.

Jay attempts to hold Sunghoon's gaze without getting cross-eyed, which was fruitless, obviously, they were too close. He thinks if he were to nod his head, his nose would probably bump against Sunghoon's lips. But then he thinks back on how Jake had made him use his words and he immediately wets his dry throat. 

Jay really doesn't want to go through those extra steps again.

“Yes," Jay admits, "I did.”

Either it was the right thing to do or it was the response that Sunghoon wanted, because he smiles, smiles like he's proud, like he's satisfied and Jay feels like he just won in his life.

Sunghoon coos, “Oh Jay-ah, you should've just said so, instead of spooking Yunie hmm.”

“Didn't mean to spook him," this time he shakes his head to add extra emphasis and his nose brushes against Sunghoon's.

Sunghoon must have like it because he mimics the motion before he turns his head over his shoulder, towards Jake, "see, Yunie it's alright”

Jay can't see past the black mop of Sunghoon’s head and it tickles his nose when Sunghoon turns back to him, lips still tugged into a smile and soft, assuring eyes, enough for Jay to assume everything’s alright.

Jay finds his gaze and when their eyes lock, for that moment, everything stays still. It's like the time has stopped but he can hear three different breaths but apart from it no one moves or says anything, even Jake who's still parched on Jay’s torso. But then Jay catches Sunghoon's eyes flitting between his lips and his eyes, as if he can't decide where he wants to focus more.

Jay decides for him. 

And when he does, the fire in Jay's stomach finally crinkles off to ash.

Because leaning up and finally capturing his lips in his own felt like, for lack of better words, heaven part-2 (heaven part 1 being Jake's lips on his own). 

Jay can swear they feel much better than he imagined they would. And of course they would. Sunghoon takes care of himself in every way possible which, obviously, involves his lips and Jay is very glad to helpfully supply that his efforts are indeed very fruitful. Because Sunghoon lips are soft, soft like the color of the lip balms he uses, soft like cotton, soft like blankets of kids and Jay wants nothing more than to keep feeling them on his. He's greedy. He's aware, but how can you not after you get the taste of heaven(s) on your lips?

Jay tries to deepens it. Greedy. And the response is immediate. Sunghoon's bring his hands, gentle and sizzling albeit the AC on, up to tilts his head, guiding him and then kisses him like he's greedy too. 

And just like he had thought, Sunghoon didn't play around like Jake did. He was quick to nudge Jay’s lips apart with his tongue, pushing it inside, sloppy, like in hurry, sending Jay into whiplash. He feels like an intruder, with the way he's working his tongue around Jay’s mouth and Jay indulges him. Opening his mouth wider, tiling his head down a bit which earns him a satisfied groan and a soft pat on his cheek, positively deflating him.

However, the flame from before was fanned back to life. 

He felt it around his wrist first, cradled by a warm, familiar softness of knobby hands, that guided his hand to over a soft, plush texture of skin, cold at first, but instantly warming up under Jay’s palm. It was Jake's thighs and, like his hands were back at their rightful place, Jay found himself tightening his hold around them, instantly, instinctively, digging his fingertips just because he was given the invitation, just because he craves too. 

And Jake makes a sound, a content, full sound, before he dives down and brings his face to Jay’s neck, without disturbing Sunghoon or knocking Jay in the head. 

The whine that leaves Jay’s mouth when Jake's lips first brushes over the sensitive skin below his ears, was swallowed by Sunghoon’s own, making him throw his head back, partially because of the muffled reverberation in his own mouth and partially to let Jake have better access. 

Sunghoon was quick to reconnect their lips, though. Leaning up and sliding his slender fingers through his hair before gripping them, like a leverage and bringing their mouth together again. 

Jay could feel twice of everything he ever felt with anyone else, literally and figuratively. And it was really overwhelming. The touch—their touch everywhere on him is too much at once. Everything feels elevated. 

It hasn't to do with the normal things you feel when making out, no, it has to do with the fact Jake and Sunghoon are the ones he's making out with, which is what elevates everything. The fire under his skin, the desire in his gut, Jake's lips on his neck, Sunghoon's lips on his lips and them all over him has Jay feeling like a firecracker, the rocket one, that shakes a little before shooting up with a phat, goes higher and higher in the sky with long whooshing sound, only to burst into little sparkles of color and fire. 

Jay wonders how far he is from bursting into those same little sparkles.

Jake pulls back to announce.

“You're hard," and as if to confirm it, he grinds down his hips lightly, "already?” 

He then proceeded to giggle amusingly when Jay’s groan of confirmation was cut short as Sunghoon took his mouth in his. 

Jay was embarrassed, to say the least, but it was all forgotten when Sunghoon’s tongue lapped up against him as if in a competition, like the prospect of Jay being hard right now had some sort of chemical reaction built up in his mind that made him hungry.

But soon, Sunghoon was pulling up with a loud smooch at Jay’s cheek, his thumb spreading the saliva around his cheeks in disguise of cleaning it off while staring at him with a look that Jay can only tell is of hunger— the look he has been subjected to this whole evening.

”Yunie, switch places with me, will ya?”

They switched quickly and as Sunghoon swung his legs over and on either side of Jay’s hips, the heavy impact Jay expected came even heavier because Sunghoon dropped down right where it mattered.

Jay couldn't help but groan loudly and his head tipping back when his crotch came in direct contact with Sunghoon's ass. The overall pressure was dizzying, which just makes him think how long he had been hard for. But the pressure became even more satisfyingly unbearable when Sunghoon started wiggling his ass, looking for something and only stopping with a delighted moan when Jay’s cock was nestled right between his asscheeks. 

“w-wait— Fuck! h-hoon.”

It was a snug fit. His body went rigid, before shuddering into what he felt like a puddle of water when he registered the plushness and the soft pressure, pressing down on his crotch, right over the linen pants Sunghoon wore. It was too much and too little at the same time. And as if he could hear his thoughts, Sunghoon pressed down.

His eyes shot up, hands flying out to catch Sunghoon's hip at the sudden surge of sparks that shot through his veins to lift him off his lap; almost against his wish, for precautionary measure. And in the process his own hips jerk upwards involuntarily, following the warm pressure and shoving Sunghoon sprawled forward against his chest. 

For a moment, all Jay could feel was dull ache in his chest where Sunghoon was thrown into before it was eventually replaced by tingles because of Sunghoon's breathy chuckles fanning right over his neck and his whole body weight pressing down on him. 

Amidst all, he found it extremely comforting. 

Sunghoon's hands on his shoulders, his head in the croak of Jay’s neck and their torsos pressed together with hardly any space for paper. It felt all warm, comforting, and soothing. And Jay wanted to wrap his hands around him and press him even closer to his body, merge him into his own body, to hold on that feeling, to hold onto Sunghoon, never l—

“So eager," Jake's voice, airy and amused, breaks through the fog in his mind.

Jay opens his eyes when he feels Sunghoon pulling back from his neck. The deep breaths he had to take helped him— that he was very much sure Sunghoon could hear it all, feel it all. But Sunghoon didn't mention it. 

He only turned his head towards smiling Jake, moving his hand to pull Jake by his chin for a kiss. It was simple and chaste. Lasting only for 5 seconds (Yes, Jay was counting) before pulling apart. When they opened their eyes, they smiled at each other, their eyes curving as well to match their smiles before they turned to face Jay again, simultaneously, again, as if they just came into an agreement again.

Whatever agreement it was, Jay willingly signs himself upto it, when he closes his eyes as Sunghoon leans down to capture his lips while feeling Jake's hand threading through his hair, because it doesn't matter nor he cares. He never did, anyways, when it comes to these two. 

💋

“oh, wow, this is something new, now.”

“Is this the entertainment you were talking about Sunghoonie-hyung?”

Jay's eyes shot up at the two new voices.

Seriously, it's either the door lock and its sound system that's faulty or it's his ears. Because how come he never realized someone joined them in his room before they spoke?

The thought was pushed aside, when he realized who it was.

Sunoo and Jungwon.

His dongsaengs.

His Sunoo and Jungwon.

Sunghoon and Jake having him like this was already humiliating enough, because the possibility of this turning into one of their teasing, jerring jokes at Jay for their entertainment in future is high. Is he playing big-time? Yes. Is he scared? Yes. Is he also super aroused? Also yes. Does he care about or mourn the humiliation his future self will probably face? No. It's his future self’s problem. He'd deal well with it, he's sure. Plus, live in the moment, like they say.

But his dongsaengs, his sweet, lovely dongsaengs, seeing him, their hyung, who they respect and look up to, like this is definitely more than humiliating.

Sunghoon's grip on his shoulders tightened as he twisted his upper body to look back, beside him, Jake doing the same, and wow, how flexible are these two exactly? Because they turned until their shoulders were almost touching. Jay’s sure there must be strain somewhere on their waist and, like a good friend, he thought, how badly he wanted to reach out, to sooth down the muscle under his palm when Sunghoon's spoke up.

“Sorry jungwonie~”

He could hear the smile in his voice, making him want to push up and see what's going on but his consciousness about his appearance held him down— just like Jake and Sunghoon's hands under his head and on his shoulders respectively, like they didn't wanted him to move, like they were helping him out, for once. And Jay, of course, obliged.

He was overcome with fondness for the other two once again, making him lightheaded only for all of it to knock back out when Sunghoon leaned back a little, very much pressing down his raging boner as he adjusted his posture. Jay was successful in biting down the groan that threatened to leave his mouth, so hard that he thinks he busted his lower lip open, metallic taste mixing with his saliva.

But it was the least of his worries. He can't let his dongsaengs see his boner that is just, well, very weird and mortifying. In an attempt to hide it, he pulls his legs up and plants his feet on the bed. It might be useless, they might have already seen it but it still gave him a kind of relief when he thought his lower half was finally covered.

Of course, it didn't last. 

“Well, it's entertaining enough, for us, atleast”, Sunghoon says, and after a pause he adds,”wanna join?”

Okay. What the fuck.

Why are they inviting more and more people? Why are they not asking him? Does his consent not matter? 

“Wh-wha-” Jay starts, trying to sit up on his elbow to see what's up and make his presence known, but Sunghoon pushes him down, roughly, by a hand on his chest.

Jay groaned. Sunghoon’s hand was very strong and it felt like all the air was pushed out of him. He tries again, but while laying down, “uhh excuse me, I am right he—”

This time, he was cut off by Jake's hand. Jay's eyes widens for a moment, but then Jake throws a wink at him with a cheeky smile over his shoulders, enough for Jay to relax and give up altogether at once. He knows that smile very well.

Jay’s very much aware they would never mean harm to him and that they're only doing what they do best— teaming up on Jay and teasing him. And it's not like Jay’s against the idea. He'd follow his members to the end of the world, he trusts them that much and this is just a...little game. He thinks he can manage it. Afterall, It can't be that hard, right?

Jay throws his head back with a deep exhale and closes his eyes, giving in to Jake and Sunghoon once again.

It's gonna be a long night ahead.