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“I’m sorry, this isn’t going to work out.”
Minho tries his best not to show his emotions as he watches his fiance step back from the altar. His throat tightens, eyes following the man making his way out of the venue. Minho doesn’t speak, just swallows hard as he gives the crowd an awkward bow before making his own exit.
His body numbs with each step towards the room set up for him to get ready. There was always something that itched under his skin about his fiance. The man was always hesitant to make big decisions with Minho. And Minho brushed that obvious doubt away, foolishly believing the man would tell him if there was something wrong.
Instead, Minho walks into the room. The quiet hum of the air conditioner sounds like a jet engine to Minho’s ears. He gathers his things, deciding to change once he gets back to the hotel. At this moment, he’s happy he has a separate hotel room from his fiance. But now he understands why the man wanted to sleep alone.
He didn’t love Minho. He was a coward who waited until Minho’s family spent an exuberant amount of money for this wedding. He couldn’t even try. Couldn’t even say I do. He was too much of a coward to turn down Minho proposing to him.
Minho’s legs feel like jelly as he makes his way out of the room. But on his way down the hall, he realizes he was driven to the venue by his best friend. He would look pathetic if he walked into the main room, facing everyone after he was abandoned. But there’s nothing else he can do.
Before he can push back into the room, the door opens. He jumps back and holds his breath as two figures stand in front of him.
Usually, Minho is stoic and strong. He can count the times he’s cried on one hand. But seeing his mother and best friend staring at him with concern finally cracks him. His shoulders tremble as tears force their way in his eyes. He scrunches his nose in an attempt to keep them from falling. But they flood out when his mother wraps her arms tightly around him.
“I should have known..” He whispers against her shoulder.
He accepts the only warmth he knows, allowing his mother to comfort him. The only reason Minho grew up strong is because of this woman. She’s the only sense of safety he’s had. He thought growing up and finding love would bring him new safety. But in this moment, he realizes he never felt that with his fiance.
Minho pulls away, coughing as his mother dries his tears. He can’t help but laugh at this ridiculous situation.
“I need a ride to the hotel.” Is all he can get himself to say. He just wants out of this suffocating venue.
“I’ll drive you.” Chan, his best friend, instantly offers.
Minho only has the strength to nod, following Chan down the hall and out of the building. He feels a small amount of weight release from his chest as the sun hits his face. The day is beautiful but darkness still looms behind Minho.
He tosses his things in the back of Chan’s car before flopping into the passenger’s seat. Chan gets in after. He smiles and looks over at Minho.
“So, you wanna go on a vacation?” Chan asks, an odd glint in his eyes.
“What, like what was supposed to be my honeymoon? That was paid for by someone else.” Minho scoffs.
“Yeah. Me.” His smile widens. “It was my wedding gift.”
Minho blinks. But he finds himself accepting the offer. He wants to go on what was going to be his honeymoon. It’s something he’s dreamt of doing since he was young. And he’d much rather go with someone who enjoys his presence.
As nice as that decision is, Minho still feels heavy and nauseous. He was left at the altar on his wedding day by the man he desperately wanted to feel love from. All of Minho’s old self doubt creeps back into him. All of the depression he attempted to board away. It hits him like a truck. Every negative thoughts and feelings about himself flood him. He isn’t sure if he can heal from this betrayal.
The two pull into the parking lot of the hotel. When Minho gets out of the car, he sees his now ex stepping out of the front doors. Minho is torn between feeling shame, getting in the car to hide or going over to the man to rip him apart.
Instead he is frozen in place. He can only stare as the man hauls his luggage into the back of a taxi. There’s no possible way he got here and packed that quickly. He had to have packed before the wedding. They’ve been here for almost a week and his ex is someone who pulls everything out of his suitcase when he arrives in a hotel. Plus both of their rooms were filled with early wedding gifts and leftover decorations.
Dread hits Minho. That means he has to get all of the things his ex left from that room. But..maybe he’ll just give some of them to the hotel staff. There is no possible way his mother can take everything home in her car.
Chan walks over to him as the taxi drives away. He rests a hand on Minho’s shoulder, signaling it’s time to walk ahead.
“We still have one night left here.” Minho turns to Chan. “Do you want to go to the bar for a bit?”
“Sure.” He can hear the hesitance in Chan’s voice.
“I just want a drink or two and then we can go to our rooms.” He looks down at his suit. “Maybe burn this tux or something.”
Minho takes a deep breath before walking into the hotel. Though he considers going up to change, he wants a fucking drink. If Chan wants to change out of his tuxedo, he can. But Minho needs to become intoxicated right now.
He makes his way straight to the bar, not wasting any time ordering his go-to drink for special occasions. But instead of being “just married” it’s “just abandoned.” A small part of Minho expects Chan to leave him in the dust too. Even if he knows Chan is a good person.
Minho jumps as he turns to still see Chan beside him. Chan orders his own drink and tells the bartender to charge his room for both of them.
“You don’t have to do that..” Minho frowns.
“Too late.” Chan smiles. “Where do you wanna sit?”
“Actually..can we just go to my room? I really don’t want people to look at me right now.”
“Sure. Lead the way.”
Minho doesn’t move. Instead, he looks down at his drink and decides to down it. He shakes his head and groans but sets the glass on the bar, ordering another. And he makes sure it’s charged to his room instead. Who the fuck cares? The room is being billed to his ex.
He thanks the bartender before leading the way to the elevator. Can Minho really go on what is supposed to be his honeymoon? With his best friend instead of what should have been his husband?
Honestly, Chan is more fun to be around. If Minho took his ex, he wouldn’t have done anything at all with him. Chan at least happily goes to different shops and restaurants when Minho travels with him. Minho wonders if his ex was ever jealous of Chan. Even if Minho doesn’t feel anything romantic towards Chan. Nope none at all.
“Do you feel anything about me?” Minho asks Chan bluntly once the two walk into Minho’s room.
“Uhh…you’re my best friend.” Chan blinks.
“Cool. Just didn’t want that ‘what if’ to linger just in case.”
“Ah, I understand.” Chan walks to the chair and sits with a groan, taking a slow sip of his drink. “Trust me, you’re hot. But I would prefer to stay as friends.”
“You have no idea how relieving that is to hear. I don’t think I could deal with my best friend loving me after being walked out on at my wedding.”
“I love you as a friend.”
God he wishes Chan was lying..
“Same.”
He feels like a fool again..
Lee Minho, always the fool.
Minho sets his drink down on the side table and tugs at his tie. He gathers a pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt, making his way to the bathroom.
A low sigh pushes past his lips as he stares at his reflection. He looks pathetic. He has no idea what he’s supposed to do now. Thankfully the apartment is his so he doesn’t have to worry about that. But he had plans. He was going to adopt three cats. He was going to build a better future for him and his ex so the man never had to worry about anything. Now it all feels worthless..
He…he may still adopt the cats. Just to feel loved at home.
Growing up, Minho always told himself he was independent. That he’d never need someone to love him for him to be happy. But once he met his ex, he foolishly allowed himself to think he was wrong. He was miserable. He felt alone. And he really thought a ring and a piece of paper would fix the death of their relationship.
Of course when they first met, things were amazing. The man showered Minho with love and Minho showed his own love through gift giving. For awhile Minho actually felt better about himself for not being able to express himself through words with the man. He’s always found it easier to express love through gifts and actions. His ex made him believe that was okay.
Minho saw the change in his ex when they moved in together. He should have known something was off by the fact that decision happened after dating for three months. It was far too fast but his ex supposedly was in a bad spot.
Minho began to feel exhausted after a year together. He worked two jobs and his ex found excuses to use all of Minho’s fun money. In the last three years, Minho hasn’t spent a single dime on anything selfish. He felt like he was going to suffocate in his apartment, afraid to go home after work.
And for some reason, he thought getting married would help. That..that was truthly foolish. But lesson learned.
He realizes he’s been staring at his reflection for far too long, hasn’t even changed yet. The expensive suit is shed from his body and he already feels lighter. He wishes he had rented the suit instead of buying it outright. But he thought that as an adult, he should have a nice suit anyway.
Chan is on his phone when Minho walks out of the bathroom. Minho just goes to the bed and climbs on top, grabbing his drink.
“Is there anything you need?” Chan asks.
“I need to see what that fuckhead left in his room.” Minho sighs, holding his head. “Fuck. I left the money envelopes at the venue.”
“Oh, actually your mom texted me about them. She has them and everyone is cleaning up the venue.”
“Damn it. I need to go back and help them.”
“No. You’re going to relax. She said everyone volunteered to do it, even fuckhead’s family are helping.”
“Ha..honestly, they’ve always been great. Actually, it made me wonder how he turned out so shitty.”
“Sometimes it just happens.” Chan shrugs. “They feed off good people.”
“And I’m a good person?”
“Lee Minho, you are absolutely a good person. Don’t you dare doubt that.”
---
Minho wakes up far earlier than he wanted to. He expected the room to be empty but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. All he wants is to be held. To hold someone. To feel needed by someone who appreciates him.
Instead, he gets up and begins to pack his things. He checks his phone and feels a pang in his chest.
[love]: are you willing to let me take the honeymoon trip by myself?
[Minho]: so how long have you been cheating on me then?
[love]: thats a crazy assumption minho
[love]: i just wanted to relax before moving everything out of the apartment
[Minho]: no im going on the trip with chan..you can move your things out now
[love]: this is exactly why i fell out of love with you, you only think about yourself and if i didn’t know any better id say youre cheating with chan..i mean you’re always with him and you never paid attention to me..couldnt even tell me you loved me and now you want me out instantly?
[Minho]: I’m not cheating. I’m single anyway so why would it matter? I’m going with someone who enjoys my presence without me funding them financially. Chan paid for the trip so I’m going with Chan. And yes I want you out now because you walked out on me at the fucking wedding.
He isn’t going to focus on the jab at his struggle to show his love verbally. It’s only to make Minho feel guilty. Actually, his entire reply is clearly just attempting to get a rise out of Minho.
[Minho]: It’s not my fault you decided to be a coward while simultaneously treating me like shit for years. You drained my bank account and never said thank you for anything I did for you. There’s no way I can believe there isn’t someone else at this point. Sell your ring if you want for some extra money. Also if I come home and find any of my own things missing, I will report you. I do not want to speak with you again. You have a week to get out. I couldn’t care less where you decide to go.
[love]: minho im not going to find a new place in a week..please let me stay for a while..
[Minho]: No. If I get back and you’re still there, I will call the police.
[love]: …Minho…I need to talk to you..can I call?
Minho doesn’t even get the chance to reply before his phone begins to ring. He rolls his eyes. This is something his ex would do all the time. Never gave Minho a chance to deny a phone call.
“What?” He answered.
“Minho, I do love you but..” The man’s voice pauses. “Okay, there’s someone else. We aren’t dating though. I just..I want to chase them. I realized that I couldn’t be with you after that because I didn’t feel that with you.”
“Do you know how much my family spent on this wedding? Do you know how much I spent on that ring? Do you know how much of my money, time, and god damn life I’ve given to you without an ounce of appreciation? You discarded me because I never meant anything to you. I was always the one trying to make things work. What the fuck did you do? You drooled over someone else without remorse.”
“I care about you, Minho. I’m just a shitty person, I get it. Kinda crazy that you can suddenly speak your mind now.”
“Just because I struggle with my words sometimes doesn’t mean I can’t speak my mind.” Minho takes a deep breath to calm himself. “I need to pack. You do too. That’s all we needed to discuss.”
“So that’s it?”
“You walked off at our wedding. Yes. Get out and never speak to me again.”
Minho hangs up. He expects his ex to call him again. But he’s relieved to see the screen stay black. Damn that felt good to say. It isn’t going to change the man’s behavior. But Minho finally let his words come out freely. He hopes he can continue to communicate his feelings properly. Of course, he could have been more calm. But it’s a start.
There’s a soft knock on Minho’s door and he snaps back to reality. Chan gives a flat smile when Minho opens the door. Minho wonders if Chan heard any of the conversion he had with his ex.
“Need any help packing?” Chan asks.
“Just..the other room..” Minho points.
“Already done. Your mom is taking everything home.”
“Did she leave?”
“No, I saw her at breakfast. Are you hungry?”
Minho shakes his head. “Just wanted to see her before we left.”
“Come on, let's get some food in your stomach.”
“I’m not hungry.” He grabs his keycard and slips on a pair of slides.
Chan follows Minho down to the ground floor and over to the dining area. Minho scans the room until he sees his mother tucked in a corner. He blinks as Chan slowly pushes him to the breakfast bar instead of to his mom.
“Just get something small.” Chan encourages him.
“I really can’t focus on food right now.” Minho tries not to take his emotions out on the wrong person. He’s just stuck on the conversation he had with his ex.
“Fine. Go sit and I’ll bring you something.”
Minho accepts and drags his way to his mother’s table. He sits down across from her without a word. She greets him but he just nods in response. Every ounce of energy has been zapped from his body. If he had the time, he’d go back to his room and sleep.
“I just wanted to sit with you before I went with Chan.” Minho’s voice is low. “But I’m worried about that asshole being in my apartment while I’m gone.”
“Oh don’t worry about that. I have my key.” His mom smiles.
Chan walks over with a small bowl of rice and a plate with random foods. Minho’s cheek twitches. Everything set in front of him is something Minho would eat. As if Chan pays attention to what foods Minho likes.
Now that he thinks about it, Chan has always remembered his favorite foods. His ex constantly forgot those little things. On the off chance his ex got him food, half of it was wasted because it wasn’t anything Minho liked to eat. Then of course, Minho was labeled ungrateful for not accepting the gift properly.
Looking at the food in front of him now, Minho actually feels a spark of hunger. He knows Chan cares about him and he doesn’t want to disappoint his best friend.
What if..
Minho eats quietly, trying to focus solely on the taste. But it’s bland. It was seasoned well, he can tell. But he can’t experience the flavor. Not when he knows his wedding cake wasn’t cut, wasn't eaten. When he knows it’s probably going to stay frozen in his freezer. That is if his ex doesn’t steal it. Maybe that would be for the best. So Minho doesn’t have to look at it.
“Minho?” Chan’s voice jolts him from his mind.
“Yeah?” He blinks and looks at the two, hoping no one asked him a question.
“Still hungry?”
“Huh?” He glances to his empty plate. “Oh, I’m good for now. Thanks.”
“We’ll get some snacks when we hit the road.”
Minho nods. He realizes he needs to say bye to his mother so they can get the day started. She has a two hour drive home and he has an even longer trip. It’ll be okay. It’s not like he’ll be leaving forever.
He hugs his mother, the woman reassuring him everything will be okay. Maybe it will be okay. He will feel better without his ex. He doesn’t need anyone else to make him happy. He just needs to focus on himself.
---
Minho opens his eyes and looks around. He didn’t mean to fall asleep. But he didn’t sleep well last night. He turns to Chan, who smiles when he glances over.
“Morning. I’m about to stop for gas.” Chan says just as he takes an exit.
Minho sits up and stretches as best he can. It’s so peaceful traveling with Chan. Of course, it’s only been an hour but Minho actually felt safe enough to fall asleep next to him. When he traveled with his ex, he always stayed awake..or he was always the one driving. Then by the time they got to their destination, Minho was always cranky. It sucked.
But even with about five more hours left of this drive, Minho feels relaxed. Fuck. It’s nice. He really didn’t realize how stressed he was with his ex.
Chan pulls up to a gas station. Minho yawns, assuming this is their opportunity to get snacks. Part of Minho wants to see if Chan knows what to buy if he asks him to go in alone. The other half hates the idea of making his friend go shopping for him. Actually, he’ll go ahead and prove that he himself can find Chan’s favorite snacks instead.
He goes into the shop while Chan begins to pump his gas. It’s small but it still has everything they need for the rest of the trip. He very quickly fills his arms with different items, wanting to get to the counter before Chan comes in. If he was able to he would have paid for gas but Chan was too quick.
Minho taps his phone and takes the bags. Chan walks in just as he walks to the door but Minho just smiles and pushes him back to the car.
“Hey, I want some snacks too.” Chan laughs.
“Already got them. Sweet, salty, everything you like.” Minho wants to feel proud of himself. But what if he missed something that Chan really wanted?
They get into the car and Minho hands Chan the bags to search through. The smile on Chan’s lips grows the more he digs. Minho did good. Maybe he did well.
“Damn, I’m impressed. You even got my favorite drink.” Chan pulls it out.
“I pay attention.” Minho replies simply.
---
Minho’s body trembles as they walk into their hotel room. He wants to puke. They were informed this room was reserved for a honeymoon. Which means it’s decorated for that.
There’s a bottle of champagne on the desk and rose petals gently thrown against the bed. But Minho will be sleeping in it alone. Or he’ll take the couch since Chan drove the entire way up. Chan deserves the nice soft bed.
Then again, he knows Chan. The man would make sure Minho gets the bed. Minho doesn’t have the energy to have a lighthearted fight so he just tosses his bag on the bed.
“So, is there anything you want to do?” Chan takes his jacket off and tosses it on the small couch.
Minho stares at Chan’s chest but swallows the dirty thought that sneaks to the front of his mind. “Maybe just order room service and relax for this first night.”
“Anything you’d like.”
Anything.
What if..
“I’m gonna shower.” He sighs. “Order me what you think I’ll like.”
Minho digs in his bag to pull out whatever clothes look good enough to sleep in. As he walks to the bathroom, he swears he feels Chan’s eyes on him.
What if..
He steps inside but leaves the door cracked. The shower is started and he wastes no time stripping his clothes off. Minho stares at himself in the mirror, wondering for just a moment if he is actually attractive. Afterall, he’s only had one long term relationship and that man never wanted to have sex with him. And he ended up leaving to chase someone better.
Minho rips his eyes away from the mirror and steps under the water. It’s soothing. Everything actually feels okay now. He can hear Chan talking on the phone, wondering what he’s getting for him to eat. Not like there’s many things Minho doesn’t like.
As Minho starts to wash his hair, he swears he hears the door creak open a bit more. But that’s fine if it does. If Chan is watching him, he’ll give him a show. He’ll allow himself to fantasize.
He reaches out to pump some soap into his fist, making sure he doesn’t look at the door. A low shaky breath escapes his lips as he wraps his hand around himself. His head falls back and he suppresses a moan at the first flick of his wrist.
The fantasy of Chan pushing into the bathroom to help Minho makes him shiver. Chan watching him could all be in his imagination. But that doesn’t matter right now. He desperately wants some sort of release. He’s wanted something to happen between them for so fucking long that just the thought of it being real is enough.
He knows he can’t stay in here for too long, especially because he’s already had to adjust the hot water. But that’s fine because after just a few minutes of fantasizing, he’s already close.
But right before he can wash anything down the drain, there’s a knock at the door. And Minho’s pulse speeds at how quickly Chan opens the door. Which means he really was close by. Or there is some other reason and Minho is overthinking.
Minho decides he isn’t going to cum tonight so he finishes his shower quickly. He tries to shift his focus on guessing what food Chan got for him. There are so many good choices Chan could make so he knows he won’t be disappointed.
After he’s dressed, he makes his way back to the main room. Chan is at the small dining table, setting up their meals as nicely as possible. Minho can’t help but smile as he walks over. Chan points across the table and pulls a chair out for Minho to sit before gently pushing it in.
Always a gentleman.
Minho stares at the spread. Chan got a lot of different things. This has to be expensive..Minho will definitely have to pay him back. When he can, he’s going to check the prices of each meal.
“Looks good.” Chan smiles. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. You got a lot of food though.” Minho reaches for his silverware.
“Well, I figured we could try as much good food as possible for our lavish vacation.”
“It’s practically my honeymoon.”
“But better.”
“All I need is a blowjob and to be fucked until I pass out.” Minho laughs, hoping Chan isn’t freaked out by his joke.
“I mean, if that’s what you want.” Chan says so casually that Minho chokes on his food. “You okay?”
“Just want to stay friends, huh?”
Chan’s cheeks begin to flush and he lowers his head to hide it. “I uh..you know..I didn’t want to say anything..”
“Chan, please don’t mess with my head..”
“I mean, if it makes you uncomfortable, it’s okay and won’t change anything between us. Let’s just..finish eating..”
Minho’s pulse speeds. He has to be misunderstanding. Chan is just joking. They have that type of friendship where they can make sexual jokes and laugh it off. It’s best to just let it go. Unless Chan brings it up again, Minho will assume he isn’t being serious.
They eat in very awkward silence. But Minho admits he’s distracted by the taste of the food. Chan got his favorite foods plus many things for both of them to try. It is definitely luxurious. Of course, this resort is pretty pricey and well liked from the reviews. It was why Minho was interested in it in the first place. He just never expected to have the opportunity to come here.
When he first started dreaming of getting married, Minho wanted the nicest experience. That didn’t necessarily mean expensive. But something that fit him and his partner.
His ex never really cared about..well anything. As long as Minho was the one paying. Even food was always Minho’s decision to make. He never realized how much it exhausted him until now. Every single part of the wedding, every vacation, every date, every chore, every little thing had to be planned and done by Minho alone.
And now, he’s eating food that Chan decided on his own. He’s staying in a hotel room that Chan picked out to best fit Minho’s wants and needs. Chan even drove the entire way here despite Minho offering to take over halfway through the trip.
“Thank you..” Minho means for that to come out strong but his voice cracks pathetically. “I don’t think I can remember the last time I’ve been taken care of.”
“You deserve to be taken care of.” Chan gives him a soft smile, almost allowing Minho to believe him. “Is there anything else you’d like?”
Despite Minho being able to feel his cheeks heating, he shoves down what he truly wants. “I don’t think so.”
“Ah, come on. There has to be something. I saved a lot of money for you to not have to worry about a single expense on this trip..the only difference is that the money is still in my bank instead of being transferred to yours.”
“I’ll have to think about it.”
“You have all week.”
---
Minho sits on the bed but can’t get himself to lie down. He stares at the wall just above the fold out bed that Chan is attempting to settle into. The lights are off but the TV illuminates the room in a soft glow, sound muted to not disturb or distract their sleep.
He wonders what life would have been like if Minho told Chan his feelings. Maybe Minho wouldn’t have suffered through a draining relationship just to feel a spec of attention. Maybe he wouldn’t have swallowed his guilt when he would see Chan and his stomach would fill with butterflies.
“Minho?” Chan stares at him, Minho barely making out a concerned frown. “You okay?”
“Did you mean what you said earlier?”
“I’m sure I did. What did I say?”
The words catch in Minho’s throat. He’s afraid to say them out loud in case it really was just a throwaway joke. His pulse speeds as Chan stands and creaks his way closer to Minho, until the bed dips in front of him. Chan’s body covers the light from the TV, looming over Minho like a demon.
Minho takes deep breaths as Chan sets a hand on his thigh. He still can’t speak, his throat completely dry.
“Do you mean this?” Chan’s hand travels higher, inching and inching until his palm rests against the bulge Minho can’t hide any longer.
Minho at least gets himself to nod this time, eyes fluttering closed at the slight pressure of Chan’s palm pressing down. A pathetic whimper escapes his lips and he falls back into the mattress.
Chan’s hands move to the waistband of his sweatpants, fingers tucking under the elastic and slowly peeling the fabric from his hips. Minho realizes this is the first time someone else has touched him like this. It’s always been him giving everything. It’s always been him putting in all the work. And now, he gets to be taken care of.
That is..if he didn't fall asleep and is having a wonderful dream.
Chan pushes Minho’s shirt over his stomach. His lips press gently against the soft flesh, making him flinch. But Chan’s lips continue to trail his abdomen as he moves the shirt up until Minho is forced to sit up so it can be discarded to the side.
As much as Minho wants Chan to be in complete control of him, he needs to do one thing. He grabs Chan by his hair and tugs him up, plastering their lips together. And not only is it hot and heavy, it feels right. Minho’s cheeks prickle in warmth and he truly feels safe in Chan’s grasp. He knows this is what he should have done a long time ago.
Though he never wants the kiss to cease, Chan parts from him. But before Minho can whine, Chan moves back down. Minho lay bare underneath him. He is completely vulnerable and wouldn’t change it for the world.
Chan wastes no more time, wrapping his hand around Minho’s cock and slowly moves his fist up before resting his thumb against the head. Minho throws his arm across his eyes once Chan’s soft lips meet the warm skin. He nearly folds into himself as Chan presses his tongue against the underside of Minho’s cock.
“Fuck.”
Warmth fully envelopes him and his mouth dries once again. He can hear the lewd, wet noises below him while Chan begins to bob his head. Minho can’t believe this is happening. He always fantasizes this scenario but the other way around. He always saw himself giving and giving until he collapsed just to make sure Chan could feel as much pleasure as possible. And now, though he’s sure Chan is taking great pleasure in this, Minho is the one who can focus on feeling good.
Minho’s eyes flutter open when Chan sits up abruptly. His stomach twists in anxiety, waiting for Chan to say this is all wrong and Minho is awful for making him do this. Instead, Chan readjusts himself and pushes Minho’s thighs apart.
“You wouldn’t happen to have lube, would you?” Chan asks, still lazily stroking Minho.
“Lube?” Minho blinks, finally understanding why Chan would be looking for it. “Uh, yeah..in my bag.”
Chan climbs off the bed, leaving Minho completely exposed. He wants to grab the blanket and cover himself to hide from any ridicule. Not that he thinks Chan would do such a thing. But he also thought he could fix a broken relationship..
He holds his breath as Chan pulls a half empty bottle from his duffle bag. Minho is surprised by how empty the bottle truly is when it’s only used when he masturbates, which he doesn’t get to do often. Or so he thought..
Chan crawls back over and his hands are instantly back on Minho. He rubs Minho’s thighs, making him shiver. When Minho looks up at Chan, the man’s eyes are glossy with passion. It nearly chokes Minho up. Chan wants to do this. He wants Minho. Minho trusts Chan to be good to him.
Their lips meet once again after Chan covers two of his fingers with the lube. Minho whimpers against the kiss as he feels one finger press against him. He tries his best to hold onto Chan’s shoulders but his hands slip at the sudden rush of pleasure. It doesn’t seem like Chan minds him already falling apart before he can even add a second finger.
Chan pulls off from the kiss, burying into Minho’s neck. Soft pants and moans begin to echo through the room as Chan continues to slowly work his fingers. Even a few moans leave the back of Chan’s throat.
Minho’s legs shake but he knows Chan isn’t going to make him cum like this. He wants to beg for more but he can’t form any coherent words. Chan, the man he assumed he missed out on being with, is on top of him. Chan, his best friend of over a decade, is giving him the attention he still isn’t sure he deserves.
But he knows one thing for certain, he isn’t going to tell Chan to stop.
Chan takes his fingers away and Minho hopes the desperate whine didn’t reach the man’s ears. He assumes it did as Chan can’t hide his smirk as he readjusts his position.
Minho watches Chan push his sleep shorts down, revealing he does not sleep with underwear on. It’s always interesting to learn more about Chan. He already knew Chan sleeps without a shirt but now Minho’s mind runs wild on all the possibilities. Of how easy it would be to wake Chan up with a handjob.
What if Chan would be okay with that?
Chan quirks his head to the side as Minho hooks their legs together, attempting to pull him forward. “Impatient?”
“Have you met me?”
“Fortunately, I have.” Chan grabs Minho by his calves and pulls him down to him instead.
Minho stares, afraid he’s going to wake up from a dream in disappointment. But if he is dreaming, he’ll force himself to stay asleep for as long as possible.
His eyes close and waits as patiently as he can for Chan to fuck him. And finally, he feels pressure against him. Chan grips his hip as he guides his cock into Minho’s hole. Minho feels dizzy when Chan rolls his hips forward.
He really can’t remember the last time he was fucked by someone else. At least years. He feels a twinge of guilt at the fact he really isn’t doing much. But when he opens his eyes, his stomach fills with butterflies when he meets Chan’s gaze. And he’s struck with how real this is. He fully understands that Chan is fucking him.
He really feels it when Chan slows his speed yet makes sure to slam his hips against Minho to jostle him. Minho moans, skin heating in embarrassment the moment it happens. But instead of Chan making fun of him, he speeds back up to make more noises escape Minho.
Chan’s nails dig into his skin before he wraps his arm around Minho’s waist to push their bodies closer. And Minho’s cheeks begin to numb. He can feel himself losing composure, desperate for release as he pulls Chan into a messy kiss.
He feels Chan’s cock slide against his prostate over and over at a now brutal pace, making it impossible to continue the kiss. Forcing more whines, whimpers, moans to vibrate out of Minho.
Minho’s stomach tenses and before he can figure out what words are, thin ropes of cum spray across his abdomen. Chan doesn’t let up just yet but from the pants and groans in Minho’s ears, he knows Chan won’t be lasting much longer. But even as Minho feels himself becoming overstimulated, he doesn’t want this to stop.
Chan’s thrusts begin to stutter out of rhythm. He laces his fingers through Minho’s hair, tugging hard as he stills his movement.
Minho expects Chan to pull out and walk to the bathroom and pretend nothing happened. Instead, Chan presses soft kisses on every bit of skin he can reach. He rolls to the side and pulls Minho into his arms. It’s soft. Minho doesn’t think he’s ever cuddled with someone. He loves it. He doesn’t want to move.
“I’m gonna fall asleep like this..” Minho gets himself to mumble against Chan’s chest.
“Go ahead.” Chan softly pets the back of his head.
“There is cum in and on me.”
“Hot.”
“Is it?”
“To me.” Chan chuckles. “But if you don’t like it, we can get a bath and I can wash it off you instead.”
“Is this how it feels like to be pampered?” Minho has never been offered something like that.
“Pampered? No, this is just you being taken care of. You won’t know what to do with yourself when I pamper you.”
Oh.
‘When.’
Not ‘if.’
“Will you marry me?” Minho may laugh like he’s joking. And maybe he should start therapy again instead of asking his best friend for his hand in marriage. But really, he thinks he could live the rest of his life in Chan’s arms.
“Maybe we can discuss the future later.” Chan presses a kiss to his head. “I’m gonna get a towel to clean you up and then we can cuddle for as long as you want.”
“Are you going to regret this in the morning?”
“The only thing I regret was lying when I said I wanted to be friends.”
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel right now.”
“Are you happy?”
“Yeah.”
“Then relax. You deserve it.”