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Now, there he was. The brazen, easygoing Jung-bae, as Gi-hun knew him; laid meekly on his back, underneath him.
Shirt rolled up, exposing his soft, warm body all the way from right below his pecs to where his happy trail ends. His belly trembling, rising and falling steadily as he shudders his breaths out. Arms limp and splayed over the edge of their janky beds, fingers curled in anticipation, twitching ever so subtly. His head rested slightly to the side on the uncomfortable pillow under him, his fringe messed over his face and made stringy with sweat.
His eyes, though, locked on Gi-hun. His glistening, kind eyes...
Gi-hun's handsome figure lingering over him made it hard enough for Jung-bae to shift his attention onto anything else. Not that he wanted to. He was barely even blinking, intensely focused on Gi-hun's face in an effort to try and make out his next move. To prepare himself for what new emotion this gorgeous man he has longed for since that damned summer of 2020 will make him feel next.
It felt like his cheeks, his ears, his body were on fire. His bottom lip hung in place, leaving only a little bit of room for soft sighs to escape through and travel right into Gi-hun's blushed ears.
Gi-hun had always found Jung-bae cute. He was familiar, cheery, sweet. And attractive. Oh, he knew just how to present himself. The way he’d swipe his hair out of his face, the way he’d blow off his cigarette smoke...
He was firm but reassuring with his hands. Constantly rolled his sleeves up, showing off his beautiful bare forearms. It caught Gi-hun’s attention for a moment, that even right now, he had the sleeves of his tracksuit neatly clumped up to his elbows. As always.
Despite these little habits of his that remained, Gi-hun had never seen Jung-bae like this. He was eager. So eager… and it showed. The Jung-bae Gi-hun knew would never let himself get so vulnerable. Not while completely sober, at least.
But it seemed that while he was gone, Jung-bae started tipping over. He got divorced, moved right out into a crammy apartment with no one to love him and only cold pillows to hold onto. He definitely hadn’t had anything remotely near this in a long while. Gi-hun knew damn well that he, himself, didn’t either.
But now, Gi-hun was so close, practically straddling him. Just having Gi-hun's weight on him was making Jung-bae lose his senses. Gi-hun was awestruck at the entire situation. He could feel the heat radiating from Jung-bae just as much as he could feel his own face burning to a crisp. The beads of sweat rolling down his forehead were almost sizzling.
This, with Jung-bae… it was all very new. Well, not too new. He couldn’t lie to himself and say they'd never experimented on each other, like when they used to work late together and needed something take their minds off things.
What was funny, though, is that it actually tended to cloud their minds even more. They tried not to take it too seriously, despite what the burning sensations brought on by their bodies being pressed together would signal to them.
What was new was that now, it seemed as if they didn't even have the time to risk denying it any longer. It had to be here, it had to be now, or it would never be real.
Gi-hun could only form vague thoughts until his attention was cemented back on Jung-bae. Seeing the Jung-bae he thought he knew so well in such an unexpected light seemed to ignite something in him. All he wanted was to feel on the man under him, in any way he could. He'd be gentle, loving. That's what Jung-bae deserved, after all he'd gone through. His charming, inconspicuous face; his adorable, stout body...
Jung-bae was right, some things really don't change. Especially not Gi-hun's long fondness of him.
As his thoughts fizzled in and out, Gi-hun's chest heavied with all of those years of pent up desire he wouldn’t dare to express, ripping him apart and sprinting right back into him.
Right then, Gi-hun gulped, barely able to push the saliva all the way down his drying throat. Jung-bae’s eyes widened as he swayed his head around to get a better look at Gi-hun, eagerly awaiting his darling old friend’s next move.
Gi-hun shuffled his knees back, repositioning himself along until he could comfortably dip his head over Jung-bae’s midriff. Jung-bae was still trembling, his breathing gradually getting restless as Gi-hun’s face inched closer to his skin.
Barely lifting his head, Gi-hun shifted his gaze up to be greeted with the immaculate coyness that had been painted over Jung-bae’s face. He parted his trembling lower lip, choking for a second or two until he could finally sputter out,
“… Can I…?”
Jung-bae replied with a sharp exhale, “Please,” before the man above him could even get himself together to finish his sentence. Jung-bae himself seemed very abashed by how quick he responded to the half-question. Hopefully Gi-hun wasn’t taking it negatively, because this was the very best he could mask.
Not a day went by for the 4 years they were apart that Jung-bae didn’t think of him and pine.
“Do it. Anything…” A mix of urgency and desperation lined his voice. This had been a very, very long time coming. He couldn’t bear to wait any longer.
Gi-hun took in a small breath through his teeth and started sluggishly lowering his face further onto Jung-bae until his nose was grazing, then pressing lightly into the supple tissue not too far above Jung-bae’s navel. Jung-bae shuddered upon the action, balling his fingers into fists, barely able to keep his mind functioning.
Jung-bae was much hotter to the touch than Gi-hun imagined he would be. Just enough to make him melt. Trying to savor the warmth for a moment, he sunk in a little deeper, this time separating his lips and letting his hot breath spill onto the softness of Jung-bae’s stomach. He could feel the skin protruding slightly into his mouth and it drove him mad. He relaxed his eyelids, letting himself indulge the sensation.
Jung-bae under him whined faintly under his breath, trying his absolute best to choke up any noise he’d spurt out. Or, to keep his body from swaying involuntarily. Gi-hun could feel him straining.
A part of him wanted to tell his dear friend to relax, that he doesn’t mind (in fact, finds it endearing) if he gets loud or weird, or squirms all the way into his touch. He understands. Hell, who is he to say he wouldn’t do the same if he was on the receiving end? He’s just so eternally grateful to finally have him.
Though, the other part knew this place was in no way an ideal one for what they were doing. It was best for them to go unnoticed, even if they both lamented having to suppress their instincts still.
…It’s alright. They’d try again when they get out.
Nobody could ever separate them after this, anyway.
Gi-hun pursed his lips into Jung-bae’s belly, pressing slow and kind kisses into his softness, making his way carefully up to his chest, breathing him in all the while. A little sticky with sweat, that’s how Jung-bae was all around.
Though… Gi-hun had always been a little (too) into Jung-bae’s au naturel self. The scent, the warmth reminded him that this was indeed Jung-bae all the way. The Jung-bae whose mere presence missed so much.
Their gazes met when Gi-hun took a break to rest his chin on Jung-bae’s clothed chest. Jung-bae was wide eyed, sighing more deeply now, and seemingly a lot redder than he just was.
Gi-hun felt something on his head. A gentle press, a rub of a singular thumb… Jung-bae’s hand was now petting his hair. Gi-hun couldn’t help but snuggle a little into the touch, nudging his nose to Jung-bae’s extended arm, never once breaking eye contact.
“You’re very… sensual.” Jung-bae muttered through a small chuckle.
“Can’t I be?” replied Gi-hun, eyes half-lidded under Jung-bae’s continued petting.
“My bad for not expecting it, with how you’ve been acting. …I’ve always known you’re a sweetheart, deep down.” Jung-bae sighed and tilted his head as Gi-hun had tilted his into his arm. “Hmm?”
Gi-hun felt a smile pursing his lips, exhaling in contentment. He kept his eyes on Jung-bae as he supported himself up and deeper into him, now nuzzled into Jung-bae’s neck. Jung-bae jolted slightly, a small gasp escaping from him, though he masked his surprise with a giggle.
“What are you doing?!” he spurted through in delight. “I was assuming you were enjoying my sensuality?” Gi-hun jabbed with a playful curve on his lips. “…Can I kiss you here?”
"Kiss...?" Jung-bae's face flushed. "My neck. Aahh... I-I mean-"
"I've been kissing up your belly just now, you weird bastard."
"Maybe I'm sensitive... on my neck..."
Gi-hun rolled his eyes. "Just tell me if I can or not, I'll figure it out."
Jung-bae paused, batting his eyes. Whipped his head to the right, then to the left. Then carefully, started tilting his head up to give Gi-hun an easier way to his neck.
Gi-hun expelled a breath, though his face remained hot as ever. With a slightly more abrupt movement he dove his nose into the flab under Jung-bae's jaw as he tried to pick a spot to strike with his lips.
As Gi-hun went for the action...
Jung-bae yelped.
Kind of like a dog. Pretty loud, too.
Gi-hun ripped himself apart from Jung-bae's neck, wide eyed with high eyebrows poking his forehead. "What the hell was that?!"
"You – hah – not my fault, you pressed your tongue on me! I thought I heard kiss, not lick."
Gi-hun scoffed. "Open mouthed. You know, sensual. Like you like it."
"Since when did you know so much about kissing? Maybe if you knew all these moves earlier your marriage would've lasted a little longer-"
Gi-hun lunged and bit Jung-bae's neck. Jung-bae yelped again. Louder, and for longer this time.
To hell with their repressions... though hopefully nobody had started waking up yet.
"Trying to mark me already, I see!" Jung-bae joked to an incredibly unimpressed Gi-hun. He inhaled, trying to stifle his chuckling. "Aah, Gi-hun... why don't we leave the love-biting to when we're out and don't have hundreds of eyes on us?"
"That wasn't a love bite. You piss me off."
"Your face says otherwise. Look at that curved little lip."
God, this son of a... Gi-hun flopped his head to Jung-bae's collarbone and let out a few snorts. Then he was clutching on Jung-bae, bringing them as close together as he could. The snorts turned to snickers, then to uncontrollable, infectious laughter. Gi-hun's joy jumped right into Jung-bae, making him start laughing on as well and ruffling Gi-hun's hair in delight.
A semblance of the past. A semblance of normalcy, of simpler times.
Gi-hun managed to snap out first and fix his eyes back on Jung-bae, still wearing a grin. "...Are you crying?"
Jung-bae instinctively wiped a singular eye with the hand that was just digging through Gi-hun's scalp.
"I missed you, man. I missed you so much."
Gi-hun's eyes glistened, his expression relaxing. "You've gotten soft."
"What can I say? You make me weak."
"JUNG-BAE! EUGH!"
Jung-bae burst into laughter, cut short by Gi-hun giving his stomach a light punch. "Agh! It's true, though! I said I got divorced because of you!"
Gi-hun suddenly moved to a snuggle into Jung-bae's neck, breathlessly chuckling. Jung-bae felt a wetness, this time not Gi-hun's tongue but his tears. Happy tears. Happiest Jung-bae had seen him since they reunited in this hell.
Gi-hun pulled Jung-bae's shirt back over his belly, giving it a gentle, appreciative squeeze. "You'll get cold. It's chilly." he added.
Jung-bae gave him a warm, half-lidded smile. "Not when you've got me so hot..."
"...Jung-bae?"
"Hm?"
"Thank you."
Jung-bae took the back of Gi-hun's head into his palm, pressing his hair to his lips. Gi-hun spread his fingers over the side of Jung-bae's belly, gently stroking. All they could feel was the other's heartbeat. All they could hear was the other's breathing.
A moment of serenity they had been longing for, more than anything. Even if in such a shithole.
At least they had their arms full of each other.
At least they were whole again.
At last.
And they wouldn't let go.
Not until their very last breaths...