plugged in | minsung

part 17

.・゜-: ✧ :-

The flat was empty and quiet. Both beds were made, one more tightly than the other. Minho's laptop was open on his bed, the screen dark, and there was a half-eaten pot of instant ramen on the bedside table. It was peaceful, as it usually was.

And then the door flung open, threatening to fall from its hinges, and life was breathed into the room.

Jisung was still in Minho's arms with his legs gripping tightly around his waist. His hands were knotted up in Minho's hair and Jisung was whispering sweet words against the older boy's jaw. He slammed the door shut with one hand as he backed up against the wall, scrambling with his other hand for the light switch. He wanted to see Jisung like this.

It was hard for Jisung to steady his breathing a Minho spun them both round and stumbled backwards again, falling onto the bed so the pretty boy with the brightest eyes was on top of him. Jisung breathed a heady laugh into Minho's mouth and then ducked his head so their foreheads met. It came as no surprise when Minho bucked upwards on the bed, straining to press his lips and his hands and his skin against Jisung's again. Both of them knew exactly where they stood- or lay- in this situation.

Minho stuttered as all of a sudden, Jisung sat upwards, throwing back his head. He was straddling Minho's hips and Minho was losing it. The same giggle erupted again from slightly parted lips and the younger boy slipped one hand suggestively under Minho's t-shirt. As he did, he kept his eyes locked on his roommate, checking the whole time that what he was doing was okay. Minho nodded, unable to speak.

"Use your words," Jisung pouted as he bent down again, pressing his body flat against the other's and nestling his neck into the crook of Minho's.

Minho barely could.

"I... Jisung, shit..."

Jisung practically purred into the older boy's neck and Minho felt his legs go weak. Or they did for a moment, and then he regained his strength.

He grabbed Jisung and pushed him off, using the momentum to force himself on top, not quiet touching but hovering close enough about him that the tips of their noses brushed against each other.

"Jisung..." Minho mumbled, searching anxiously in the younger's eyes. "I... Please don't take this the wrong way. I want this so bad. As in, more than anything I've ever wanted in my whole life."

The small frown that had started pull at Jisung's features almost stopped Minho in his tracks and almost drove him to shut himself up with another kiss. Almost.

"But I don't want you to think this is me being true to Hyunjin's word. I want to savour every part of this, whatever this is that we have. I really, really want to wait for you."

Jisung's face was blank for a moment. Minho's eyes drifted downwards and he realised he was in the perfect position to gaze down the younger boy's shirt, to see how smooth skin curved and flexed over hard muscle.

"Oh, God, do I want to wait?" Minho fretted as he allowed his hand to graze lightly over Jisung's abs through his t-shirt.

He was surprised when he heard another laugh, each sweeter than the last, and he felt Jisung's head butting upwards against his. Minho scurried backwards and Jisung sat up, the pair now sat cross-legged on opposite ends of the bed.

There was a brief pause in time it seemed as Minho stared in wonder at Jisung. His hair was nearly standing on end, dirty blonde waves tangled into a tsunami that begged to be twisted in Minho's fists again. Jisung was still working to get back the last of his breath, and the quick rise and fall of his chest pulled oxygen through parted lips which were currently flushed a pretty shade of mauve. I did this, Minho thought to himself.