FETCH 6

“Is this your first time seeing a dick?”

It absolutely wasn’t. They had grown up seeing each other’s balls since before they had even matured; weren’t they called “nut-buddies” because of that? It was only recently that they had become a bit distant; back in their prime, the two of them used to go to the sauna together constantly.

No, I don’t need to react, he told himself.

Perhaps because he had scolded himself so harshly, it had the opposite effect. His member began to lift its head bit by bit. It was a cock that was utterly useless when it came to helping him out.

As soon as he gripped it, a hot breath escaped him. Jaechan, who began to stroke the shaft while gently rubbing the glans, moved his hand with extreme caution, worried that the sound might leak outside. At the same time, he didn’t forget to bite his lip hard to hide his breathing.

His small buttocks, tensed with strength, drew tight. Simultaneously, his thigh muscles swelled and became taut.

“Huu, fuck…”

To be masturbating over a guy who was so busy drawing lines between them.

Even though he thought it was pathetic, he couldn’t stop the hand stroking his cock. Worried that Han Kang might open the door and walk in at any moment, Jaechan moved his hand faster and faster.

The scent of the body wash Han Kang must have used lingered at the tip of his nose. In an instant, his grip on his cock tightened. The edge of his hand hit his lower abdomen with a thwak, thwak—an embarrassing sound.

“Hng…”

Jaechan, barely stifling a moan that threatened to burst out, curled his body tightly. He swallowed his moans with a strained throat, fearing that even a slight noise would be heard outside; the sounds lingered in his chest.

He was worried Han Kang might be wandering nearby. If he heard it from the outside, it would be obvious he was masturbating. Jaechan crawled further under the showerhead, gradually being consumed by the sizzling sensation of an impending climax.

The veins in Jaechan’s neck bulged, swollen with desire. The area around his urethra tingled as if he were about to ejaculate at any moment. At that instant, Jaechan thought of Han Kang, who had narrowed his eyes for a moment while rubbing his crotch against him.

That handsome face, and that finely distorted expression. As soon as he thought of him, a whirlpool swirled in his stomach.

With a groan and a grimace, white semen spilled out into his palm in thick spurts. He stared down at the viscous semen for only a moment.

“Fuck…”

Exhaling a long, hollow breath, Jaechan stared at the transparent water being sucked into the drain beneath his feet for a long time. To be masturbating over a friend who drew lines so ruthlessly.

He reflexively bit his lower lip. Jaechan let go of his now-flaccid member and clenched his fists tightly. After punching the wall with a thud, he leaned his forehead against it and took several rough breaths in a row.

I’m so pathetic.

It went without saying how pathetic and hollow he felt, unable to even say he liked him while his desires ran wild.

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“What are you doing?”

Jaechan, who had finally finished his shower and come out, let out a dry laugh. Han Kang was lying sprawled out on his bed. The look he gave him was no different than usual.

He had been slightly worried that Han Kang might have heard the sounds of him masturbating inside, but fortunately, it seemed he hadn’t.

Han Kang, who had been staring at him silently, looked away and stared up at the ceiling. Click, click. Clicking his tongue inside his mouth and dangling his feet, he seemed to have no intention of getting off the bed.

Jaechan had already planned to give up the bed, so that wasn’t particularly strange. However, the way Han Kang was squashed against one side of the bed was bizarre. Having pulled the blanket up to his chin, he looked at Jaechan again with sparkling eyes. As if he were feeling shy.

Did he hear? As Jaechan looked at him with a slight sense of dismay, Han Kang spoke.

“Honey, was I being tactless?”

Fuck, did he really hear?

The sense of dismay grew a bit larger. Nevertheless, Jaechan pretended otherwise and replied indifferently.

“What are you talking about now?”

“I was wondering if you only put one bed here because you wanted to share it with me.”

Fortunately, it was something else. The thought flashed through his mind that it was truly a relief Han Kang’s supernatural ability wasn’t something like enhanced hearing.

Jaechan swallowed a sigh and faced Han Kang. Earlier, he had been getting on his nerves about whether he’d give up the bed or not. Now, he was grinning as if the fact he had just realized was embarrassing.

Instead of answering, Jaechan flicked a damp towel at the annoying body.

“I put them there because it’s good to hang out whenever you or the guys come over, so even if there are two of everything else, one bed is enough. Why put two? Don’t think about buying a bed with your bonus; just be good to your Guide.”

Thinking of Han Kang receiving guiding still made his blood boil, but Jaechan spoke calmly, pretending to be fine.

In fact, wasn’t it ridiculous for Han Kang to spend the bonus he earned from such hard work on him instead of repaying the teammates who collaborated with him? Jaechan wasn’t so destitute that he needed to accept it, and he hated himself for being grumpy when he knew it was just an act done out of necessity.

Perhaps he was doing it because he wanted to hear Han Kang say he wouldn’t do that. Knowing he was throwing a childish tantrum made it difficult to continue speaking.

Han Kang didn’t answer. His black pupils repeatedly disappeared and reappeared behind his white eyelids, as if he were lost in thought. Each time, the moonlight pouring from the sky lingered on his glossy eyes. The sheen was so tempting that Jaechan’s mouth felt dry.

“Move over a bit.”

“I’m about to fall off, though?”

“You have a lot to say for someone sleeping in someone else’s bed.”

Giving him a silent scolding, Jaechan lay down next to Han Kang, pretending everything was fine. He ignored Han Kang as he wiggled closer. He just blinked while looking at the ceiling, and Han Kang let out a mischievous giggle.

The more he did that, the closer his body came, which was distressing.

He had only just managed to kill the heat by showering with cold water. He had to hastily relieve his erect cock while worrying that the sound might leak outside.

Despite having suppressed it like that, a heavy pressure began to settle in his lower abdomen again. He didn’t realize how stimulating that close breath would be. To Han Kang, it was probably just light breathing, but when it touched the nape of Jaechan’s neck, it felt damp and problematic.

Unable to take it anymore, Jaechan twisted his body, pretending to be annoyed.

“Lie further away.”

“Aw, why? It’s been a while, let’s stick together a bit.”

“I told you to move. How am I supposed to sleep if it’s uncomfortable?”

“Am I uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s not that you’re uncomfortable…”

He was about to say that being in contact like this was uncomfortable, but he stopped. He was sure he’d be up all night if he tried to explain every little thing.

Jaechan pushed away the arm that was tightly hugging his chest and moved away to a reasonable distance. Fortunately, Han Kang let go submissively, as if he had decided it was time to sleep.

A long silence lingered. Normally, he would have fallen asleep the moment his head hit the pillow, but today, sleep wouldn’t come. Conscious of the fact that Han Kang was right next to him, he was worried he might unconsciously jump him in his sleep.

It felt as if the air from all directions was rushing toward him. It was just as Jaechan turned over, trying to ignore the uncomfortably surging tension.

“But Jaechan.”

Hearing his name called for the first time in a while felt strange, as if it weren’t his own. Han Kang, who had been calling him “honey” just fine until now, suddenly called his name and held his breath, waiting for an answer. Normally, he would have already blurted out what he wanted to say, but what followed the name was just silence.

Jaechan didn’t look back at him. He couldn’t understand why he was swallowing hard just because his name had been called. Feeling the air grow heavy, Jaechan responded with a deliberate lack of interest.

“What.”

“It’s not like you’re seeing someone else, right?”

A questioning doubt came from behind him. Somehow, the sharp voice was chilling.

He lifted his head slightly and looked back at him. Han Kang’s black pupils were glowing intensely toward Jaechan. It was a completely different atmosphere from when they were shining with the moonlight earlier.

“What ‘someone else’?”

He gave a dry response, not knowing what Han Kang meant.

“Cheating won’t be fun.”

A heavy warning pressed against his back.

“What do you mean ‘cheating’…”

He tried to poke Han Kang’s chest with his elbow as he adjusted his posture. However, Han Kang, who had suddenly pulled Jaechan into an embrace, didn’t budge, as if he had no intention of letting go in the first place.

“I’m serious. It won’t be fun.”

Jaechan didn’t react to the low, echoing words. No—he couldn’t.