Chapter twenty-two

"He doesn't keep me down AT ALL, I work as hard as I do just because he's here. I wouldn't do my best if I was only with douchebags like you." Felix says, without realising it, licking his teeth and walking closer towards Yunho.

"Ow. So you work best when there are suckers near?" Before Felix did anything, Yunho was on the ground.

Minho launched himself right on top of him.

With one hand holding Yunho's face, he was sure the man was looking at him. Fury burned in his eyes, making his whole body crumble beneath the anger.

"Sorry, guess I couldn't quite catch what you said? Care to repeat it?" Minho asked, looking daggers at him.

Yunho looks startled for a second, but when he gets a chance to take a last look at Jisung, he looks back at Minho with a grimace.

"I called Jisung a sucker, but on second thought, I guess I was at the wrong end, MinhoE." Minho could clearly hear how he emphasised the last syllable. And he knew what the younger was referring to.

He looks him straight in the eyes and says, "You'll leave Jisung alone, Yunho," and adds in a whisper, "and don't you dare think the same thought once again or I'll make sure there won't be a 'once again', Yunho."

And with that, he begins to work Yunho's face with his hands, one blow harder than the other. Purely to ease his anger.

Two pairs of arms tried to pull Minho away from Yunho, he shook them off and stood up furiously. Taking large strides towards the dressing room he left the training room.

Felix had been standing for the entire event, watching open-mouthed and not knowing what to do. Jisung had not moved an inch either, still sitting in the same position as before Yunho addressed them. Minho had hardly left the room or he ran after him. Leaving Felix alone to deal with the bystanders.

"The fuck are you looking at? Don't you have something better to do? Like training on your fucking dance moves." He snapped. Everyone, still in shock from what had just happened, didn't think twice about following Felix's order.

Minho stood in front of his open locker, with one arm leaning against the locker door. Jisung slowed down and stopped just past the locker. "Minho?"  He asked hesitantly, not sure what to say.

But the word had not left his lips, or Minho slammed the door of his locker shut. Jisung would have been shocked by this if he had had the time.

Before he knew it, Minho had his right hand on Jisung's back and used the left to turn him around and slam him against the lockers. He was pinned against the lockers. Minho's eyes shift between the other's lips and eyes. Jisung knew what was coming next.

Not able to move or stop the older, Jisung felt soft lips cover his own in a matter of time.

It did not take more than a quarter of a second for the shock of the sudden touch to wear off. And he kissed back. The kiss lasted no longer than a few seconds, but it was enough for Jisung to be able to make out the other's lust. 

Minho slowly removed his lips from those of the younger ones, Jisung's bottom lip still between his teeth. While resting his forehead on Jisung's he whispers "Why do you keep doing this to me." 

His right hand was now resting on Jisung's cheek. Jisung covered the older's hand with his own, but the latter wasn't expecting what Jisung would do after.

His grip on the older's hand became firmer. And then the roles were changed, Jisung was the one pinning the other.

Minho looks confused at his own hand above his head, and then at Jisung.

"I don't know. I don't care. I like it."  Jiisung finally answers his question and connects their lips again, this time harder.

Minho wasn't the only one full of lust.

Minho was in shock due to the younger's sudden dominance.

Of course, they hadn't done much before, and it was just one time. But that one time, all the strings were in Minho's hand.

Jisung didn't hold back in the kiss, at all. I would say it was a sloppy kiss, but it wasn't. It was far from that. It was perfect.

Jisung finally leaves the other tongue alone. His lips were only millimetres away from the older's ear. "You know, maybe one true thing came out of that fool's mouth," he said, with a husky voice due to the excitement running through his veins.

Minho looks right in front of him. "Tell me, Sung," he says, swallowing. "Maybe I am a sucker indeed." the younger answers, starting to kiss the other's earlobe.

He works his way down, past his jawline towards his neck. Leaving hickeys along the way.

That's when he finds a soft spot. He kisses a bit longer and sucks a bit harder in the crook of Minho's neck, making the older man moan for the first time. He smiles to himself, lips still in that sensitive spot.

Then he walks towards the showers, Minho's right hand still in his hand.

He walks into a stall closing it after them. Then he pushes Minho onto the wall facing the door. The farthest away from the door he could get.

He could see the excitement mixed with fear in Minho's eyes. He smirks and slowly tugs his hands under Minho's shirt. He can feel the older flinching under his touch.

He puts his hands on the nape of Minho's pants tugging Minho closer so he almost touches his lips. But withdraws when the older leans forward to connect their lips.

He slides his hands slowly deeper into Minho's sweatpants, then he gets on his knees. He looks up for approval. When he sees Minho swallow again before nodding, his smirk only grows bigger.

He slowly pulls the pants down. Then he kisses his thighs, slowly to cover the whole surface. Starting low and kissing his way up. Once again he looks up.

Something in Minho's eyes tells him the older wants, no he needs more, but he doesn't dare to say. He keeps kissing, now lips on cloth. Every kiss comes closer to that one sensitive spot.

Then he takes the rim of the other's boxers between his teeth, exactly in the middle. Knowing damn well what he'll pass while tugging it down, but still doing it.

Once the boxers are halfway down Minho's thighs he pulls them all the way down with his hands.

Still sitting down with both his hands resting on the floor he kitty licks the top. Then wrapped his lips around it and took him almost all the way in.

Minho gasps and grabs Jisung's hair only to have something to clench onto. Jisung's hands are now on Minho's thighs. "Ji-jisung.." he hears the other say after a couple of minutes. Or at least he thinks that he's saying it. Or is he moaning it? It wouldn't be that weird if that was so because...well..

He hums, while still going on. "I can't take this much longer," Minho answers, his voice trembling.

Jisung continued, ignoring the other's remake. "Su-sung," he...begs. This only made Jisung go faster, taking him deeper. He can feel Minho's dick touch the back of his throat, but he doesn't care and it doesn't affect him at all.

Then he feels something fill his mouth and Minho's whole body trembles, not a second later Minho falls down. Out of breath, he looks Jisung in the eyes, who looks back innocently and then swallows.

He sees Minho's eyes widen and winks while licking his lips. "Bye Minho," he says and turns back to the dance room.

This time he was the one leaving the other a red blushing mess.

"Jisung, what did you do?" Felix asks half afraid when he sees the other walking in. Looking too content.

Jisung just clicks his tongue and picks up the dance from where the others are. Still thrilled from before, he danced more eagerly.

"Felix?" he asks while dancing.

"Yes, Ji?"

"If I were you, I wouldn't use that telepathy of ours for now. You'd maybe stumble upon things neither of us wants you to stumble upon," he says while biting his lip and smiling at himself and his messy hair in the mirror.

Those words came so unexpectedly that Felix fell over his own feet. When he looked up at Jisung, shocked, the other just raised his eyebrows, smiling a devilish smile.

Not much later the class is over and everyone leaves for the showers. He sees Minho lying on the floor of his stall, this time with his sweatpants on.

He winks at the older and gets into the stall next to his.

"Psst, Minho," he says when he pulls himself half up on the wall of his stall, so he can see the boy lying on the ground. And so the boy could only see his naked shoulders and arms.

"Yes," Minho answers hesitantly.

"Why aren't you showering?" Jisung asks to which the other shrugged.

"Need some help?" he asks playfully. Minho opens his eyes wide and gets up.

"I'll just change my clothes. I haven't danced that much either way," he practically fled the showers, leaving a self-content Jisung behind.

"Jisung, it's midday. Better if we'd already gone to the hideout" Damn, I totally forgot that it was that day...