- Ugh!
Jiwook's eyes trembled. He had yet to open his eyes, drowsy from sleep and tiredness, but something unusually heavy was pressing him down, squeezing all the air out of him. He couldn't move a muscle, as the overweight was making him paralyzed and unable to move.
"A bear?"
With his sluggish mind, he thought of one possibility that seemed close to impossible, but very plausible at that moment, given the crushing heaviness on top of him.
- Ugh!
He tried to crawl himself out from under it, but all his efforts were in vain. It was easier to move a mountain than that bear(?).
"What the f*ck?"
Jiwook finally opened lazily his eyes, sizing with it what exactly was keeping him pinned in one spot.
His puffy eyes rose in shock.
There stretched next to him, better said on top of him, a pile of hard muscles thrown flat over him, a strong arm locking his neck, a leg cuffing his own, soft breathing tickling his hair from above – all of it belonged to none other than to Joohoon.
"Yeah, a bear dammit."
He closed his eyes back, a face that said "I-am-done-for" dropped as a result.
Sigh.
He tried to go back to sleep, but now he was so very aware of everything that was Joohoon. His lips that were kissing his hair, locks drowning in his warm breathing, his nose that nuzzled softly there as well. His bare arm that touched slightly the edge of his cheek and chin, smooth comforting heartbeats pouring right in his left ear. His firm muscles on his stomach and leg stirred dangerously his imagination.
Gulp.
What a sweet torture.
Not that he didn't want to, but if that continued, he could find himself in a rather compromised situation.
With a heavy heart he decided to try and squirm himself out of the elder's hold.
Not the best choice.
- Hmm.
Joohoon let out a muffled sigh in disapproval and tightened his hold, pushing Jiwook even closer to him, the younger facing now his Adam's apple and broad shoulders. It looked like Joohoon was planning to (un)consciously sandwich him like that at least for as long as he'll wake up.
"No way! For real?!"
Jiwook felt his heartbeat jumping at rushing speed, his face hot from the teasing closeness, butterflies going wild in his stomach. Now he was practically floating in Joohoon's strong embrace, his every muscle vibrating from tension and nervousness. Invaded by the elder's cotton warmth, that melted his skin, maybe even his bones, the flustered Jiwook could just comply entirely to Joohoon and fill his heart with that warmth.
A hand moved behind him, cupping his head and gently stroking his hair like a puppy's fur, making it unruly and messy.
Jiwook could feel Joohoon's smile on the top of his head, a frizzling sensation flashed through him.
"His awake, isn't he?"
The thought that the elder would do all of that being clearly awake, made him far more flustered and above all, almost childish delighted.
He loved that even.
He snickered thinking that, dampening his smile in Joohoon's chest.
"Ah, how silly." – thought Jiwook of himself and savored that precious moment, wishing for it to last even a little longer.
He was getting feverish from that happiness in form of Lee Joohoon.
- Mh-are you wat happy?
Jiwook was taken aback by the sudden babbling, the other's voice still husky and a little dozy from sleep, was muffled by the younger's hair in addition to that. It was almost cute on Joohoon.
Giggles.
Joohoon sighed quietly.
The answer was obvious.
He continued to play with Jiwook's hair.
It felt like the gruesome last night never happened. His eyes, half closed, slid to the younger's neck, a dark glimpse in it, then closed.
Yeah, he wished.
- Hyung?
- Mhm?
Jiwook seemed to ponder over his choice of words, maybe too nervous in case he'd break that perfect mood.
- What is your ...t-type?
- Haha, Why? curious?
- Y-yes!
- Mhm...
Joohoon seemed to think hard at his answer, the silence making the younger's nerves stretch from impatience.
- Someone who's honest...?
- Oh ... I see.
One thing he knew for sure, he had yet to work on his honesty issue.
- Who's selfish enough to ignore my feelings?
- What?... G-geez. I'm serious here.
Jiwook's cheeks got warmer, blushing hard.
Joohoon chuckled.
- I'm always serious.
Jiwook made a fully distrustful face that would be equivalent with "what, really?". Good that Joohoon couldn't see it.
- I can guess what face you're making.
- What really?
- Heh Positively.
Jiwook stiffened, wondering if the elder could actually see him with the corner of his eyes. He cleared his voice and decided to better control his expression.
- What about... hair color, or height, or like... g-gender?
"Damn how embarrassing!"
As if just realizing what he said, he hurriedly corrected(?) himself.
- N-no nevermind.
Joohoon laughed it off and squeezed the younger tighter, receiving a flustered squeak from inside. He was practically glued to him.
- Must be pretty. Very pretty.
Now that was ambiguous.
Pretty was usually used for girls, but it's not like it wasn't used for males as well, right?
- Tch.
Jiwook wasn't satisfied with the elder's vague reply.
Chuckles.
Teasing him became as natural as breathing air.
- Oh exactly.
- What?
Jiwook was now all ears, thinking he'd finally get an important clue.
- Definitely not the type to bite their lips. Healthy plump lips is a must.
Jiwook wanted to cry. At this point he didn't know what namely from all that he heard, should he believe in the first place.
- Yeah, yeah.
The younger's disheartened reply, made Joohoon suddenly move. He finally lifted his weight off of him and propped himself on his two hands, on each side of Jiwook's head. The sudden change took Jiwook by surprise, now facing Joohoon's face directly, he lost all his courage and guts. Apart from his widened eyes that blinked in confusion back to Joohoon, on his face, a red veil of blush spread broadly from ear to ear.
Joohoon grinned.
Yes, he liked the view he was getting.
He moved his one hand toward the younger's face, trailing slowly, very slowly, a feather-like touch from the top of his blueish head, to the corner of his eyes, then the line of his cheek and ended with the curve of his lips. He stopped for a moment, then with extreme caution, as if doing a difficult surgery that required a very delicate touch, he began to draw a trace on Jiwook's upper lip and then on the lower one, lingering quite a while in the middle.
This all time, Jiwook held his breath, unable to move a muscle, just closed his eyes, cause he couldn't resist Joohoon's intense gaze, which actually appeared to be a rather bad choice, as his senses heightened and the touch felt like burning his skin.
He opened his eyes back, his eyelashes trembling a little perhaps from confronting directly Joohoon's irresistible eyes and seductive smile.
No, maybe closing his eyes was better.
He managed to close and open it repetitively for quite a few times, his heartbeat meanwhile raised to the speed limit. Any longer and he would successfully have a whole heart attack.
And of course Joohoon was aware of that. You have to be straight away deaf to not hear Jiwook's crazy heartbeat.
"Holy hell. Even when we kissed, it wasn't this nerve-wracking."
Maybe Joohoon could read his mind, he really wondered that from time to time, because if not, how the hell could he perfectly guess what Jiwook was thinking, just like right then.
As if to proof wrong to him, Joohoon bend his arm, the other hand still lingering on the younger's lips, then moved to his chin, he now dangerously close to the other's face. It took a blink for Jiwook to comprehend what was about to happen, impatience and nervousness mixing together. He closed his eyes and Joohoon smiled over the younger's lips, already laying the softest of kisses on it. Jiwook was about to loose his mind in that caste kiss.
After another moment, that seemed too long and short altogether, Joohoon gently pulled the swollen lips apart, deepening the kiss at the same speed he traced his finger on Jiwook's face.
His lips, which even then he talked, stung and hurt enough to make him wince in pain, were giving in Joohoon's kiss, honeyed better than any lip balm, all of his pain long forgotten.
It was addictive.
The kiss which started the most innocent possible was risking to get wilder and hotter, and the cause of that was mostly Jiwook, as he just wasn't sated enough. He wanted more. More. Everything.
He wanted all of Joohoon.
His hands clang on the other's broad back pulling him closer to him, moaning under him, his own back arching to get closer to him himself.
Joohoon didn't even notice how he was being devoured instead, losing his control for a moment, dropping a low moan himself.
Everything escalated so quickly that he was now powerless to stop it. Nor did he want that.
!!
However, a metallic taste invaded the buds of his tongue and he knew right away whom belonged it. Joohoon broke the kiss instantly, blood dripping on his lips, a mess on Jiwook' ones. The younger's lips and his disheveled and needing sight triggered an urgent desire in him.
"God, that's hot. I want him right now."
Joohoon smiled in defeat.
Opposite to his thought, he carefully wiped the blood from the younger's lips, though it sprang back right away, a heavy long sigh left his mouth. He then approached Jiwook's ear, a tempting voice kissed his ear.
- Saw that ?... I need good lips to ruin it myself.
Jiwook gulped.
- So hurry up and treat it well.
To Jiwook, that sounded an awfully lot like a promise. He hoped that was.
"(Gosh) I'm going mad for you." - was in fact what they both thought at that moment.