It was just after midnight by the time Bobby and Jinhwan made it back home, and Bobby was certain he would have caught for being a few minutes past his Friday night curfew had it not been for Jinhwan's quick answer that they were late because Bobby had wanted to walk Hanbin back to his place first (which was a lie, because Hanbin's dad had come to pick them up on his way home from a work function). At Hanbin's name his mom lost her stern expression and instead said that she'd overlook it this time because it was sweet that Bobby wanted to make sure Hanbin was safe.

They parted in the hall and Bobby just wanted to go to bed. It had been a great night with the group, but now that they were apart his mind kept dragging up the awkward and uncomfortable beginning. Why couldn't he just get over it, already? Hanbin had just made an offhand comment about a celebrity musician. It's not like he'd been flirting with another guy in front of him. In fact Hanbin had been very flirty with him during the night, the way he always was.

Maybe it was just all in Bobby's head.

He kicked off his jeans and left them in a pile on his floor before dropping his hoodie and t-shirt on top, then his socks. He didn't want to bother taking a shower, so instead he just pulled on another t-shirt and got into bed. Just as he was about to turn off his lamp his door opened and Jinhwan poked his head around the corner.

“Hey, can we talk for a bit?”

“Yeah sure, what's going on?” Bobby noticed that Jinhwan looked a little apprehensive, he wasn't even coming into the room. Usually Jinhwan had a habit of barging in without knocking, so this behaviour was a little strange for him.

Jinhwan walked into the room and shut the door behind him before making his way over to Bobby's bed. He sat down next to him, staring silently for a moment without talking.

“Is everything okay, Jinan?” Bobby couldn't help but feel worried. This behaviour was so unlike Jinhwan. Had something happened? Did he just get an upsetting phone call or something?

Jinhwan smiled at him when he asked the question. “I'm okay, nothing's wrong. I've just been meaning to talk to you for the past few days, but every time an opportunity came up I chickened out because I didn't want to spoil your mood.”

“Okay, this doesn't sound good,” Bobby reached out for him, tugging on his arm until Jinhwan laid down next to him, “tell me what's up.”

“It's not that bad really,” Jinhwan replied, settling in with his head on Bobby's chest, “actually I just want to apologize to you. Maybe you're not even upset anymore, but I've been feeling guilty and I need to get it off my chest.”

Bobby didn't know what to say. Jinhwan, apologize? This didn't happen often. “Apologize for what? What did you do?”

“The whole concert thing,” Jinhwan started, “I'm sorry I didn't mention it to you before asking Hanbin. I meant to, really, but I was so happy that church with your grandma went well, and my excitement just got ahead of me.” Bobby might be over it now, but Jinhwan knew that he'd been pissed when it happened. He wasn't willing to risk leaving that hanging over their heads.

The concert invitation? Bobby breathed a sigh of relief. He'd been worried that something else had occurred behind his back, and now that he knew that nothing had the concert thing seemed like such a non-issue. “Ah, don't worry about that, it wasn't a big deal. I'm happy you asked him to go, he really enjoyed it.”

“It was a big deal, though, don't pretend like it wasn't. I could tell you were pissed as soon as I looked at you that day,” Jinhwan tilted his head up to look at Bobby, who was wearing a grin now because he knew he couldn't deny what Jinhwan had said, “it was thoughtless of me not to ask you. Just because I think of Hanbin as my friend now, that doesn't mean that I should stop thinking about him as your boyfriend, too. I'd have been angry if our situations were reversed, so I need to apologize for doing it.” He felt lighter after addressing it.

Even though Bobby didn't think he'd still been upset about that, he was surprised to find that he felt relieved to hear Jinhwan's apology. He'd buried the anger over it, instead of letting it go. He could let it go now, though. “Thanks Jinan,” he whispered, his arm tightening around Jinhwan's shoulders, “I, uh, appreciate the apology.”

Jinhwan smiled and hugged him back. “I also wanted to apologize about the conversation tonight, about you know who.” This was actually the part of the conversation he'd been most afraid of, but he wanted to address it while it was fresh.

Bobby tensed up at the comment because he did not want to talk about this particular subject. He probably should, since it didn't seem to want to leave him alone, but it made him feel too vulnerable.

Jinhwan didn't wait for a response before carrying on. “I know it upset you, and you had every right to be upset.”

Bobby closed his eyes for a moment before answering, trying to keep himself from thinking about it again. “Jinan, I appreciate it, but we really don't need to talk about this.”

Jinhwan wasn't about to let him off the hook, though. He'd had a hand in creating the mess, so he wanted to try and fix it at least a little. “We do, though. You're not still mad at Hanbin for saying what he said, are you?”

Was he? No. He'd let it go. Or buried it again. One of the two. He couldn't promise it wouldn't come back to haunt him one day, though, but he wasn't ready to admit that to anyone. “Of course not, are you kidding? It wasn't a big deal.” Okay it had definitely been a big deal at the time, but he was over it now. No point in rehashing it. Besides, if he was going to talk to anyone about it, shouldn't it be Hanbin? And he wasn't about to do that. He had too much pride for that conversation, didn't want to let Hanbin know that he'd hurt his feelings. That happened sometimes. He could deal with it.

“It was a big deal, Bobby. Can you stop pretending it wasn't? It's okay to admit that you were hurt by it. It was thoughtless, he shouldn't have said it.” Jinhwan looked up at him, wished that Bobby would just admit that he'd felt bad about it. He didn't want this to grow into something that Bobby would carry like a weight hanging around his neck.

Bobby looked at Jinhwan, meeting his eyes, tried to figure out what had even sparked the conversation. As close as they were, they didn't often talk about their relationships with each other. Bobby found it too vulnerable, and Jinhwan was often too secretive. This wasn't something Bobby wanted to talk about, though. He'd dealt with it already, buried it. He didn't want to go digging the hurt feelings back up again. “Yeah well, I've been thoughtless to him too, so it was deserved. We're even now.” That much was true, at least. He'd hurt Hanbin the weekend before, so maybe this time it had just been karma's way of reminding him to do his best to be good to the people he cared about.

Jinhwan sighed at the response, almost in disappointment. Bobby was tempted to push him off the bed.

“It just made me realize that Hanbin and I have that in common,” Jinhwan started to explain, grinning when Bobby looked at him in confusion.

“Have what in common?”

“We both forget to think about other people's feelings before talking.” Jinhwan replied, and he grinned when it suddenly made Bobby laugh. “I'm serious, Bobby!”

“You're way worse than Hanbin,” Bobby teased back, laughing again when Jinhwan pouted at him.

“Well, I'm trying to make up for that, okay? Stop laughing at me, that was supposed to be a serious comment.” Jinhwan grinned and laid his head back on Bobby's chest, smiling when Bobby hugged him again.

“I guess I just attract thoughtless people to me, then,” Bobby teased. Jinhwan grumbled and Bobby was surprised to find that he actually felt a lot better about things. Maybe Jinhwan was right. It had been thoughtless, and it was okay to feel hurt by it. But at the end of the day it probably wasn't that big of a deal. It was just the first time Hanbin had hurt his feelings, so he'd overreacted.

Jinhwan closed his eyes for a moment, happy he'd talked himself into having the conversation with Bobby now. Turns out they'd both really needed it. It was also just nice to lay together and talk. It had been part of their daily routine when they'd been roommates, but they hadn't done it since Jinhwan had gotten his own room.

Bobby was thinking the same, reminiscing on all the nights he and Jinhwan had spent over the years, laying together and talking about themselves. Those conversations had been a big help when Bobby had finally come out. He'd always be grateful to Jinhwan for that.

But now that they were here again, Bobby couldn't help but think about Jinhwan these days, and his bet with Hanbin came to mind. It was technically over, since it was past midnight, so would there be any harm if he outright asked? He went for it.

“Okay since we're talking about ourselves, I have to ask you something.”

“Should I be worried?” Jinhwan asked, grinning when Bobby shrugged.

“Is there something going on between you and Junhoe?” Bobby asked outright, trying to be casual in his question.

“Do you have Hanbin on speaker phone?” Jinhwan asked, sitting up and grabbing Bobby's phone from his bedside table.

“What? No!” Bobby laughed, watching as Jinhwan correctly guessed his phone password. “Hey! How did you guess that?”

Jinhwan looked back at him with a critical eye. “Lucky guess. Just so you know, Hanbin's phone password is the same thing.” 0915—their first date. Jinhwan had thought it was cute when he saw Hanbin use it, and now that he'd confirmed that Bobby was using it too, he thought it was downright romantic. He'd never say that to Bobby's face, though.

“How do you know Hanbin's phone password?” Bobby asked, staring at Jinhwan in disbelief.

“I only saw him enter it like a dozen times at the concert,” Jinhwan replied, “couldn't help but notice.”

“God, Jinan, you're so nosey!” Even so, Bobby was trying to keep from smiling. Knowing that they'd both changed their passwords without saying anything to each other?

Jinhwan grinned back at him. “I can't believe he still has that super hot picture I took of you as his background though. I still think you should have paid me for that, it's probably the single most perfect picture of you anyone has ever taken.”

“What picture is that?” Bobby asked. Okay, so maybe this proved that he definitely had gone overboard earlier. If Hanbin hadn't gotten tired of the same picture of him for a month, he was okay.

“Do you not remember that day? You were being a loser, asking me if it was too early to send Hanbin a picture. That's the moment I knew Hanbin was going to be different.” Jinhwan .

Bobby felt like shoving him off the bed again. He had been a little embarrassing perhaps at the start of things, but it had all worked out for the best anyway. He thought about that day, remembered Jinhwan texting Hanbin for him—

“Hey hold on, I know what you're doing!” Bobby stated suddenly, grabbing his phone out of Jinhwan's hand.

“What are you talking about?” Jinhwan asked, confused expression staring back.

“You're using this conversation to distract me from my question about you and Junhoe!” Oh, Hanbin would be proud of him for recognizing it! Jinhwan shook his head but Bobby had a feeling that he was right. “Stop lying, I know you. When you don't want to talk about something you always manage to shift the conversation to something else.”

“I do not!” Jinhwan replied, grinning because Bobby was right.

“Quit lying to me. Anyway, so what's the deal? You and Junhoe?” Bobby didn't really care that much, to be honest. But teasing Jinhwan was fun.

“Are you asking for Hanbin? Because he's been prying lately for some strange reason. Is he that desperate to hook Junhoe up?” Jinhwan knew he had to be careful.

“We had a bet,” Bobby replied, deciding to just tell Jinhwan about it.

“What kind of bet?” Jinhwan asked, even though he was pretty sure he could figure out the gist of it. It certainly explained Hanbin's prying.

“Hanbin thought you guys were going to hook up within a month, thought there was a spark between you.” Bobby figured it couldn't hurt to mention it, now that the bet was over and he'd won.

“Oh did he? Does he think my standards are that low?” Jinhwan joked.

Bobby made a face at him. “Are you telling me you wouldn't, if the opportunity came up?” He asked, wondering if Jinhwan would even give him a concrete answer.

“He's Hanbin's best friend, Bobby! I wouldn't even dream of messing that up. I mean sure, he's attractive. He'd probably be terrible in bed, though.” Jinhwan couldn't help but grin. He was planning to find out exactly how Junhoe was in bed very soon, if the fates allowed it.

“You think so?” Bobby wondered what Junhoe's reaction would be to hearing that. He could almost see the glare in his mind.

Jinhwan smirked and nodded. “Guaranteed. How's Hanbin in bed?”

Bobby grinned back at him. “Are you deflecting again?”

Jinhwan laughed and shook his head. “Not this time, actually. Legitimately curious this time.”

Bobby shrugged, because he still didn't have an answer to that question. “I actually still don't know.”

Jinhwan tried not to laugh. “Wow, Hanbin really is different for you. Have you bought rings yet? When are your parents meeting each other?” Jinhwan teased. “If Korea ever legalizes gay marriage, you're gonna make me your best man at the wedding, right?”

“Sure, except I'll rename the position as my worst man.” Bobby teased back. Jinhwan punched his arm.

“Alright, well I said all I wanted to say, so I guess we should get some sleep now.” Jinhwan sat up and looked down at Bobby, who just smiled and nodded up at him.

“Yeah, we probably should.” Bobby felt like he ought to say more but he hesitated, waiting until Jinhwan was right at his door. “Hey, Jinan?”

Jinhwan turned around. “Yeah?”

“Thanks for the talk. About everything. It helped.”

Jinhwan grinned back at him, trying his best not to laugh. It was rare to see Bobby so genuine and almost soft, and he didn't want to about him. “You're welcome. Thanks for not being mad at me.”

“Ah, you'd have to do more than any of that for me to be mad at you.” He reached over and turned off his lamp. “Now get the out of my room, and let's never talk about this again.”

Jinhwan laughed and left, closing the door behind him. Everything was better now. He'd helped Bobby, he'd helped himself, and they both had hot dates the following night. He couldn't ask for much more.
 

“I can't believe you made me come all the way out here,” Junhoe greeted Jinhwan with a complaint, irritated after spending ten minutes wandering around the subway station looking for him, only to find him sitting on a bench at almost exactly the spot where Junhoe had gotten off the train.

“I plan on taking you even further.” Jinhwan replied with a suggestive wink, though the meaning was lost on Junhoe.

“What? Why? I'm sure there has to be a movie theatre around here somewhere,” Junhoe replied, staring at Jinhwan until he suddenly got the joke.

Jinhwan grinned at him before hopping up to his feet. “That was cute.” He took off for the stairs to get outside, Junhoe following closely beside him, still frowning.

“That was a lame joke, by the way.” Junhoe grumbled, cursing when he nearly tripped going up the stairs. He blamed it on the shoes. He was wearing a new pair of thick soled boots, heavier than the previous pair he'd been wearing. Stairs were a nuisance while he got used to them.

Jinhwan stifled a laugh over the tripping. “Don't be upset because it took you a moment to catch on.” He wasn't going to deny himself the opportunity to over the lost joke, though.

“I'm not upset.” They exited the station and Junhoe looked around, no clue where they were. How did Jinhwan even know this part of the city?

“It's okay, really, you're here to learn, aren't you?” Jinhwan teased, grinning when Junhoe tried to shove him into the wall. Jinhwan managed to twist away at just the right second to avoid the collision, skipping in front of Junhoe in a taunting manner.

“I still don't see why we had to come all the way out here,” Junhoe grumbled. He'd been on the subway for half an hour, which was ridiculous just to go and see a movie. There was a theatre he could walk to in ten minutes.

“I have my reasons.” Jinhwan replied, being purposefully vague and elusive. “Quit whining, it's unbecoming.”

“Yeah well, so's your face.” Junhoe replied.

“Hey, this face is hopefully going to be making you come later on, so you should be a little nicer to me.” Jinhwan replied smugly, grinning when it made Junhoe flush. He wondered how long that would last, Junhoe's automatic embarrassment any time he unexpectedly brought up anything ual? It was cute.

Junhoe wanted to look around to see who was near, concerned with being overheard. But Jinhwan didn't seem to care, so maybe he shouldn't care either? “Sorry hyung, but your face alone isn't enough to do it for me.” Junhoe shot back, annoyed when it just made Jinhwan laugh.

“Okay well, technically I meant my mouth, but now those chances have slimmed down.” Jinhwan grinned and bumped into Junhoe with his shoulder, playfully pushing him into the building wall.

Junhoe's first instinct was to be annoyed, but then he realized that he was just lingering on irritation from having to travel far. Jinhwan enjoyed teasing people, so Junhoe was just playing right into him. He should probably stop doing that if he wanted to regain equal footing tonight.

“That's fine, hyung. If I want to come that bad I can just use my own hand.” Junhoe looked down at him and Jinhwan laughed at his retort, and Jinhwan's laughter made Junhoe laugh as well.

As much as Jinhwan loved teasing Junhoe, he was happy to see his laughing face come out to replace his scowl. They were supposed to have fun tonight, so needed to make sure he didn't tease Junhoe too much. “I'll remember that later when you're unsatisfied with yourself and begging me,” Jinhwan replied, reaching out to link his arm with Junhoe's, “you'll be eating your words.”

Junhoe was a little surprised when Jinhwan got so close to him, but it was nice. “I'll eat my words when you eat my .” He grinned when it made Jinhwan laugh even harder. The walk to the movie theatre didn't take long, and Junhoe frowned when they got there. The outside of the building left a lot to be desired.

“Is this place even still running?” He asked, looking suspiciously at Jinhwan.

“Of course,” Jinhwan replied, letting go of his arm before leading the way inside, “remember not to judge a book by its cover.” Junhoe rolled his eyes at the comment but followed him in, not sure if he was supposed to expect something really nice on the inside of the building.

Because it wasn't nice. It was every bit as run down looking in the lobby, to the point that he almost felt a little uncomfortable being there. It seemed like somewhere sketchy people would go. Jinhwan walked up to the ticket counter, though, and ordered two tickets for the movie they'd agreed to go see. Junhoe just stood back and looked around, his dubious gaze settling on the concession stand. The popcorn would probably be burnt.

“Alright, let's go in.” Jinhwan was back at his side and Junhoe followed him down the hall, not at all pleased with being here. Maybe the screening room would be nice? Because otherwise why would Jinhwan have made the comment about not judging the place before getting inside? They finally found their room and walked in, and Junhoe felt exasperated.

“Wow, this movie theatre's really grungy,” he grumbled, standing at the door with his arms crossed over his chest. “This is what you dragged me all the way out here for?”

“Sure is,” Jinhwan replied, looking around the empty room, “part of it's charm.”

“There's nothing charming about how gross this place is,” Junhoe replied, wrinkling his nose in disgust. There were wads of gum on the floor and on the backs of most seats—he didn't even want to sit down. But Jinhwan walked across the back row, right to the middle, and promptly sat down.

“Get your over here,” Jinhwan called to him, patting the seat next to him, “don't worry, it's clean.”

“I highly doubt that.” Junhoe followed anyway, sitting down next to Jinhwan.

“See, the seats are still comfortable, right?” Jinhwan grinned as he watched him, tempted to laugh at Junhoe's obvious displeasure.

“Sure, and I'll probably wind up in the hospital later with a staph infection.”

Jinhwan laughed at his response. “I'll come visit you if that happens, I promise.”

Junhoe looked at him out of the corner of his eye. “You won't need to, you'll be in the bed next to me, hooked up to your own IV.” Junhoe glared when it just made Jinhwan laugh even harder. Junhoe still couldn't figure out for the life of him why Jinhwan would pick this place to come to. How did he even find it?

Jinhwan stopped laughing and instead turned to face Junhoe, laying a hand on his arm. “I could be in the bed with you instead.”

Junhoe snorted at his response. “Yeah, I'm sure the doctors will approve of that.”

Jinhwan wasn't deterred, though. “I'll tell them it's a tried and true home remedy from Jeju!” Jinhwan teased back, feeling victorious when it made Junhoe grin.

“Well, I guess it'll alleviate the boredom of being stuck in the hospital alone, at least.”

“We can play doctor all night,” Jinhwan carried on, “give each other full physical examinations.”

That made Junhoe's grin grown a little wider. “Steal a nurses' outfit and make it more fun,” Junhoe suggested.

“Never did any role play before, could be good!” Jinhwan replied, laughing at the visual of either of them in a nurses' outfit. He spoke his next sentence in a higher pitched voice. “Excuse me sir, but you'll have to roll over, I need to give you an injection.”

Junhoe couldn't hold it anymore, laughing at Jinhwan's joke. Why not play along? “What will you be injecting me with, nurse?”

“My special antidote,” Jinhwan replied, “it's very important that the shot be injected in your .” They both burst into loud laughter at that line.

The lights went all the way down then and the screen curtain pulled back, the viewing room coming to life finally. Jinhwan squeezed his arm. “So now do you see why I brought you here specifically?”

“What, so we could book a hospital room together?” Junhoe replied.

Jinhwan laughed but shook his head. “No, you idiot. Because we're alone. No one else is here.”

Junhoe sat up and looked around, and even though it had gone dark there was still light from the commercials now playing on the screen to illuminate the theatre, and Jinhwan was right. They were the only two people in the theatre. It was both exciting but just a little scary too. Sure, there was no one else here now, but what could stop someone from coming in during the movie? What was Jinhwan planning on doing in the darkness?

Jinhwan waited for an answer, but when none came he just smirked and laid a hand on Junhoe's thigh. “You don't have a problem with this, do you?”

Junhoe couldn't believe how invasive the hand felt, but it also sent a little shiver of pleasurable anticipation up his spine. “Not at all, hyung. The screen still seems to be working just fine.”

Jinhwan laughed at his answer. “You know that's not what I mean!”

“No?” Junhoe replied, confused tone just to annoy Jinhwan. “Are you not planning on watching the movie?”

Jinhwan narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer. “Maybe bits and pieces of it,” he replied, before moving his hand further in on Junhoe's thigh, “I think I'll be preoccupied with something else, though.”

Junhoe couldn't help but tense just a bit when Jinhwan moved his hand. Was he actually getting  already? Just from a mere hand on the thigh? Inside of the thigh, rather, but still. He looked down at Jinhwan's hand, watching as the fingers extended out further, creeping up the inside of his leg. Was Jinhwan going for it right now? Before the movie had even started? “Hyung--”

“Don't worry,” Jinhwan replied, “I'll wait until the movie actually starts, just to make sure no one comes in.” He kept his hand on Junhoe's leg, though, irritatingly just out of reach of where his body was straining for contact.

Junhoe had always hated commercials before movies, but now they felt like the worst thing in the world. The previews, too, felt extremely long. But that was good, though, it could give him time to get a grip on himself. Was he really about to do something with Jinhwan, in some grungy old movie theatre? Was that really happening?

He thought back to the last time they'd messed around, during their training session. It had mainly been all Jinhwan's instigation, Jinhwan leading everything. Should he be more aggressive today? Was Jinhwan going to expect anything from him, other than being a participant?

Before he could talk himself out of it he hastily put his own hand on Jinhwan's thigh, trying to be casual and refusing to look at Jinhwan. Okay so their arms were weirdly crisscrossed and it was a little uncomfortable so maybe he should have thought the movement through a bit, but whatever. He could deal with it.

Jinhwan was amused at the sudden move from Junhoe. Was it a move born out of uncertainty? Was he trying to hide his nerves? It was cute, whatever it was. Cute and awkward. Jinhwan had meant to keep his own hand relatively innocent until they were a few minutes into the movie, but with Junhoe's hand there he almost felt challenged.

So he moved his hand a little, his fingers creeping closer to Junhoe's crotch. Junhoe started bouncing his leg slightly, probably unaware of it, and it made Jinhwan grin. He was definitely nervous.

The movie finally started then, but Jinhwan wasn't paying any attention to it. Instead he was watching Junhoe, the glow from the screen illuminating his face. Jinhwan really liked Junhoe's face, thought it was gorgeous. His bone structure and jawline were sharp and angled. He had the sort of face that Jinhwan actually envied. His own was too cute, he thought it didn't really match his personality.

Junhoe's leg wasn't bouncing anymore, and Jinhwan wondered if he was distracting himself from his nerves by paying attention to the movie. It was nothing Jinhwan couldn't combat. He laid the flat of his palm against the bulge of Junhoe's crotch, grinning when he felt how hard Junhoe was already. Perfect.

Junhoe hadn't been expecting it yet, and when he felt Jinhwan's hand he tensed a little, wishing he wasn't affected so easily. It was just because he was so inexperienced, that's what he'd keep telling himself. It wasn't Jinhwan so much as it was someone else's hand and not his own. If he could just keep focusing on the movie, he'd be able to calm himself down just enough to hopefully not be embarrassing.

Because he really wanted Jinhwan to blow him again. Or give him a . Junhoe didn't care which one he got. It was amazing the last time, and he knew it would be amazing again.

Jinhwan squeezed his hand a little, watching Junhoe's face as he battled against himself. Junhoe's lips parted when Jinhwan squeezed, his eyes went wide. Jinhwan couldn't help but wonder if he had been this easy too at the start? This cute? There was a power in being able to affect another person so strongly and it was intoxicating.

Junhoe tried to keep his focus on the movie, tried to pay attention to the dialogue, but it was growing increasingly difficult with the increase in pressure from Jinhwan. He'd forgotten his own hand, laying useless against Jinhwan's leg, didn't remember it was there until his arm got a little tingly from being held out at a weird angle. Could he move it, though? He'd probably look stupid if he took it back.

Jinhwan decided it was time to take it up another notch, and without warning he moved his hand, quickly ing the top of Junhoe's jeans. He pulled the zipper down as well, feeling victorious when Junhoe let out an audible gasp at his actions. Junhoe's attention was off of the movie now, his eye on Jinhwan's hand.

Before Junhoe could say anything Jinhwan slipped his hand in underneath Junhoe's underwear, fingers closing deftly around his . He gripped it tightly and Junhoe closed his eyes, bit the inside of his cheek so he didn't make any noise.

What if someone were to come in right at this second? Another movie-goer, or a member of the staff? They'd see him laid out in the chair, Jinhwan's hand down his pants. Junhoe would be mortified. He put his left arm on the arm rest and wished he had something to hold up to hide it. Of course that would just make it super obvious, but he'd take it over someone actually seeing them.

Jinhwan grinned at the arm, could tell that Junhoe was probably nervous about being walked in on. Jinhwan wasn't worried at all, though. It's not like they were the only people to ever make out in a movie theatre. He slid his hand up Junhoe's , albeit lightly, because he wasn't about to jerk him off hard without lubrication. He rubbed his thumb over the tip of Junhoe's , pleased when it made Junhoe gasp.

Jinhwan had him exactly where he wanted him. Unlike the last time, though, Jinhwan's not here just for Junhoe. With his free hand he undid the button on his own jeans and tugged the zipper down before grabbing Junhoe's hand and placing it on top of his undone pants. He didn't know if Junhoe would go for it right away, and he waited.

Junhoe felt nervous as soon as Jinhwan grabbed his hand. He'd been expecting it, of course, but now that the moment was here he couldn't help but feel slightly burdened. He'd never held someone's bare in his own hands before, and for a moment he wasn't sure what he was even supposed to do with it.

Until he remembered that Jinhwan's worked the same way his own worked, and he knew what he liked, so wouldn't Jinhwan like the same thing too, probably?

Junhoe slid his hand under Jinhwan's underwear, nervous excitement gripping him as his fingers made first contact. He couldn't bring himself to look at Jinhwan, didn't want to see the look on his face. It was flat out weird to touch another guy's . It felt the same but different.

Jinhwan finally looked at the movie screen, shivering a little when he thought about what they were doing. It was kind of funny, actually, given the state of the theatre, but that just made it a little more exciting. Junhoe's touch was light at first, but Jinhwan didn't say anything, wanted to give him a minute or two to sort himself out. He squeezed Junhoe's tightly, and that seemed to remind Junhoe that he should probably do the same.

As soon as Junhoe's fingers tightened, Jinhwan let out a moan that gave Junhoe a sudden shot of confidence. He was fine. He could do this—he knew exactly what to do. Had years of practice, after all.

Neither of them seemed too quick to ramp anything up, though, their visual focus was back on the movie, even though their hands were constantly moving, squeezing and caressing in equal measures.

It was exactly what Jinhwan had wanted, both of them giving each other pleasure. Junhoe's hand was especially nice, it was noticeably bigger than Jinhwan's, covered more of him. He was surprised when Junhoe's fingers moved to his balls instead, squeezing them tightly. Jinhwan moaned loudly at the action, wanted Junhoe to know that he liked it.

Jinhwan's moan was like music to Junhoe's ears, it made him feel confident that he was doing a good job. He abandoned the movie then, turning his focus to Jinhwan. He watched his face for a bit, but then dropped his eyes down to where he could see his hand moving under Jinhwan's underwear, and despite the fact that it was his hand, he still felt like he was watching someone else. Maybe it was because they were in public and he was still shocked that he was doing this, or maybe it was just because they were in a movie theatre. But it was hot and dangerous.

Jinhwan wondered if Junhoe would try his if he asked for it. He didn't need a full , not yet, he was happy enough with the hand. But he wanted to see it. Wanted the visual to commit to memory.

Maybe if he did it first he'd get a yes. Jinhwan grabbed Junhoe's hand, pulling it out of his pants. Junhoe looked at him in surprise, but Jinhwan just grinned at him.

“I'm gonna your .”

Before Junhoe could respond Jinhwan was crouched down in front of him and Junhoe's was in his mouth. Junhoe wanted to yell but he managed to keep a handle on himself, biting the inside of his cheek. He wasn't thinking about anyone finding them anymore, not at the moment with the heat of Jinhwan's mouth around him.

Jinhwan had one hand around Junhoe's and one hand around his own, hard. He wanted to make Junhoe scream, even though they were in a public place. Sure, it might not be the safe thing to do, but he wanted to hear it. With the lubrication of his saliva he was able to Junhoe harder, faster, and it didn't take long for Junhoe's hand to find it's way into Jinhwan's hair. Junhoe twisted his fingers in the strands, pulled at it without meaning to.

Jinhwan thought it was hot, loved it because clearly Junhoe was losing control of himself and it was all Jinhwan's doing. He pulled off of Junhoe at that moment, taking a bit of a breather until Junhoe finally looked at him.

Jinhwan just grinned at him. “Come in my mouth.”

The words hit Junhoe hard, and Jinhwan barely had him back between his lips before Junhoe was following his direction, groaning out loud as he came in a splash on Jinhwan's tongue, his knees shaking through the release. He flopped back into the chair, boneless and spent, his mind incapable of processing any of it.

Jinhwan tucked Junhoe back into his underwear and did his pants back up before standing up and stretching out his legs and arms. Thankfully Junhoe hadn't taken long. He sat back down beside him, feeling smug, and when he looked at Junhoe and saw him with his head lolled back, eyes closed and smiling, Jinhwan was overcome with the strong urge to kiss him, and he leaned forward and reached for Junhoe's head.

No. Bad idea. Kisses in moments like this were the sort of thing that led to emotions developing. He knew that too well from his own experience. It wouldn't be right for him to do it to Junhoe. He pulled his hand back before Junhoe could open his eyes, and instead he took a deep breath. No kissing post-. He'd make a rule of that for himself.

Instead he just waited for Junhoe to open his eyes again, because he still wanted to ask for Junhoe to do it for him, if he'd be okay with it. If not Jinhwan was fine with Junhoe's hand again. But he really hoped he'd get the . Jinhwan waited patiently, hand still wrapped around his own , the salty aftertaste still on his tongue, and when Junhoe finally opened his eyes to look at him, Jinhwan smirked at him.

“Did you enjoy that?”

Junhoe nodded, but couldn't quite bring himself to speak his thanks out loud.

“Good. Any chance you might do the same for me? You don't have to if you don't want to, but I kind of need something,” Jinhwan pointed down at his , which he had pulled out of his pants, “still really hard.”

Junhoe swallowed nervously, tempted to just do it and see what it was all about. It felt amazing to get one, but could giving one possibly be enjoyable? Jinhwan didn't seem bothered to do it, though, had done it for him twice now without complaint.

it. If Jinhwan could a , so could Junhoe.

“Yeah, sure,” Junhoe replied, sitting up, “of course I will.” Seconds later, crouched down at Jinhwan's feet, he was starting to doubt himself just a little. Not about the actual act, no. It was just really uncomfortable, where they were. And his knees would probably hurt from being in this position if Jinhwan took long. He hoped his back wouldn't touch the seat in front of him.

Jinhwan could see the war in Junhoe's eyes, clearly wanting to try, but at the same time being terribly afraid of doing it. Everyone's first time was probably like that, though. He'd tried to be excited his first time, but he'd almost psyched himself right back out of it. It was intimidating the first time, but he almost felt like a pro at it now. He could coach Junhoe through it easily enough.

He grabbed a handful of Junhoe's hair and guided his head down. “One thing to remember is that it's not just about your mouth,” Jinhwan advised, “you have to use your hand too, just like you were before, really tight.”

Junhoe nodded and focused his gaze on Jinhwan's . All he had to do was put it in his mouth. He'd be fine. Not a big deal. Plenty of people around the world did it. He could be one of them. He closed his eyes and went for it, fitting the tip inside his mouth and wrapping his hand around the base.

It was weird. He wasn't sure if he was doing it right at first, but Jinhwan's hand wrapped in his hair and gently guided him up and down in a bobbing motion, and that made Junhoe remember to use his hand. As his mouth covered more of it the job became easier, and soon he had his hand jerking the length of it exactly the way he liked it himself, tight and fast, and he at the head and tasted a bit of saltiness on his tongue from Jinhwan's pre-.

Jinhwan was in heaven. Finally he had something good, and he wasn't sure if Junhoe was a natural or if it had just been so long that he missed it to the point that even something below-average felt amazing. But he closed his eyes and leaned his head back into the seat, even lifted a foot up onto the seat in front of him. He wanted to buck up into Junhoe's mouth so bad, but he barely remembered that he was with a first-timer and not someone experienced. He didn't want to give Junhoe more than he could handle.

Junhoe thought he was doing pretty decent, a few times he'd opened his eyes to see Jinhwan with his head back and eyes closed, and that was a good sign, right? Jinhwan's fingers were still wound in his hair, and Junhoe could hear his breathing, fast and shallow. After a few minutes Junhoe wondered if he ought to ask him if he was doing alright, because his legs were starting to get cramped, and his mouth was a little sore too.

Jinhwan beat him to a question, though.

“Can I come in your mouth?”

Junhoe nodded instinctively, not realizing what he'd even agreed to at first. But Jinhwan had sat up, had put a hand on the back on Junhoe's head that held him in place as he bucked forward into Junhoe's mouth.

Seconds later Junhoe almost gagged when he felt the hot splash hit his tongue. He hadn't really been ready for it, hadn't known what to expect despite having first hand knowledge of exactly what came out.

It was saltier than he'd expected, and the texture was kind of gross. Somehow he managed to choke it down without coughing, but it didn't last long. As soon as he sat back in his seat the coughs came, and he couldn't help but wrinkle his face in disgust. He'd never been good at hiding his feelings.

He was surprised to hear a giggle next to him, and he looked down to see Jinhwan's grinning face staring at him.

“I'm sorry, I should have bought you a drink, or something...” Jinhwan couldn't stop laughing now that he'd started, and Junhoe felt a little confused by it.

“It's okay,” Junhoe replied, and the longer Jinhwan kept giggling the more annoyed he felt. Was Jinhwan laughing at his performance? Had he been terrible? Junhoe couldn't help but feel paranoid, and he wondered momentarily if the whole damn thing was just a set up of some kind, something to embarrass him. It wasn't though and he knew it, but he always had a hard time handling things like this, unexpected behaviour that he didn't know the cause of.

Jinhwan reached out and grabbed his hand, holding it tightly because he knew that he was probably making Junhoe uncomfortable, he could see it on his face, but that was exactly the problem—Junhoe's face. The expression on it when he'd swallowed was still etched in Jinhwan's sight, and he couldn't help but find it utterly hilarious. Junhoe can't fake enjoying something. Jinhwan had come to realize that already, but this was another good reminder.

Jinhwan couldn't make himself stop, though, too relaxed and satisfied to help it. He tugged on Junhoe's arm and smiled at him, tried to stop giggling so he could talk. “Do you want a drink, or a snack or something? I know the taste isn't exactly wonderful, I'm sorry--” he had to look away momentarily, the glare on Junhoe's face was too much. “I'm not laughing at you, I promise! Well I kind of am, the look on your face was-” Jinhwan was overcome with giggles again, but he clung tightly to Junhoe's arm.

Junhoe was still confused. What the was Jinhwan going on about?

“I'm sorry, I think I'm okay now,” Jinhwan sat up and took a deep breath, “I should have warned you about the taste. You don't have to lie and say you liked it, no one likes it their first time.”

Was that really all Jinhwan was laughing about? Just the grimace of his face when he'd swallowed? “Yeah, it was pretty gross, actually.” No point in lying if Jinhwan was bringing it up, then.

“You did really good, though! Like I'm honestly impressed,” Jinhwan said, and he realized he should have tried to say it sooner, because Junhoe's demeanour changed as soon as he heard it, “You were awesome, I didn't think I'd come that fast.”

“Really?” Junhoe was surprised to hear it, but relieved. He'd done good then, so it was worth it.

“Yeah! You probably did way better than me my first time. I kept forgetting to use my hand, but you did good with yours. I'm impressed.”

Junhoe couldn't help the smile that came out at the words. Jinhwan was impressed with his first time. He'd done better than he'd expected, hadn't he? Way better. That was the sort of praise that made him want to do it again, made him want to keep doing it until he got so good that Jinhwan would beg him for it.

He looked up at the screen and was surprised when he felt Jinhwan's head on his shoulder. He glanced down at him out of the corner of his eye, just able to make out Jinhwan's smile and closed eyes. He looked back up at the screen, happy but wary at the same time. Seeing Jinhwan all sated and pleased had him feeling weird, and Junhoe kind of wanted to kiss him, but he probably shouldn't. Might ruin the moment.

They stayed there until the end of the movie, and Jinhwan never moved from his position, kept his head on Junhoe's shoulder the whole time. When the credits started rolling is when they finally both stood up, stretching a little.

“So, tell me honestly, was it the grossest thing you've ever had in your mouth or not?” Jinhwan asked, latching on to his arm.

Junhoe looked down at him. “What, your ?”

Jinhwan grinned and hit his arm. “No! When I came.”

Of course. Junhoe grinned back. “Ah, right. Well, honestly it was pretty gross, but it wasn't the worst thing I've ever had in my mouth.”

“No?” Jinhwan responded in surprise. “What was the worst thing, then?”

Junhoe stared him in the eyes when he answered. “Natto, hands down.” The answer made Jinhwan burst into laughter all over again, and Junhoe felt like he could happily live in exactly this little moment forever, he was feeling so good about himself. There was something about making someone laugh after impressing them and making them feel good that made him feel almost invincible. Maybe it was a little dorky. He'd keep the thought to himself.

Jinhwan knew that they ought to just leave the room before he tempted himself to do anything more, especially before an employee came in to clean (though that might not happen given the state of the place) but he couldn't help himself. He wanted a kiss. Just one, before they went out into the public again and he made himself keep more distance.

He reached out to grab Junhoe's face, cupping his cheeks as he pulled his head down. He pressed his lips to Junhoe's, happy when Junhoe kissed him back forcefully. The kiss lasted way longer than it should have, but Jinhwan didn't feel like cutting it short. Whatever. It was only one kiss.

Nothing would happen over one kiss.