nichojoolous

The rain crashes down on the concrete road, the only sound they could hear on the empty streets of Maui. Nicholas drives slowly as he flicks on the windshield wipers, although they are useless. The road blurs from the intensity of the downpour, leaving just the yellow line dividing traffic visible. Euijoo has his phone pulled out and he’s frantically typing. His fingers swipe on the screen as he searches for the maps app.

The day had started out sunny, warm and welcoming. The perfect day for a friendly excursion. Just a few hours later, here they were caught in an extreme thunderstorm, the thunder’s rumble echoing around them. Euijoo glances up from his phone at the road, and eventually turns it off before sighing heavily. “We won’t make it,” he says disappointedly as he looks over at Nicholas. “The forecast is only going to get worse, and the hotel is still 15 minutes away. I don’t even have signal either.” He sinks into the passenger seat, his damp clothes leaving dark prints on the leather of the seat.

Nicholas lets out a frustrated sigh of his own, his hands tightening on the wheel until his knuckles turn white. Goosebumps cover his arms as his tight white shirt sticks to his abdomen from the water. Not only does he have to deal with driving through this horrific weather, but now he has to worry about the inside of this rental car smelling like a wet dog. 

Originally, they had planned for this beach trip to be one final escape from their busy lives. Their last vacation day, their last night together. They settled on a semi-private beach about 20 minutes from their hotel. The secluded area was perfect for them to have a carefree night filled with cheap beers from the convenience store and fireworks they had bought a few days earlier from a vendor. The first hour had been bliss. The water had been lukewarm, its bright turquoise appearance a sight for sore eyes. The serene scene was the opposite of their regular setting, the deafening silence of the beach contrasted with the bustling nature of their structured days. The waves crashed beautifully, ricocheting off the previous ones. It was perfect. 

Nicholas and Euijoo spent the short time chatting about anything and everything with their toes dipped in the water, played with an abandoned volleyball, took pictures of one another on a disposable camera, before finally setting up the fireworks as the sun started to hide behind the clouds. They conversed about how great the trip had been, how much it had repaired the distance between them from the lack of quality time. This trip had been the first time in a year that they had spent even an hour together. 

Just as Nicholas had set the last firework down, a drop of water hit the back of his neck as he kneeled in front of the fireworks. He immediately looked up at the sky. In the time he had spent getting them ready, the clouds formed dangerously dark clouds above them.

Nicholas’ eyes skim the beach before landing on Euijoo. He’s sitting on their towel, rummaging through their bag to find matches to light the fireworks. Nicholas shouts out to him, “Joo!’ His head shoots up towards Nicholas’ direction. Nicholas points at the sky and watches as Euijoo looks up, his shoulders drooping in disappointment. “We should probably go!” Nicholas yells.

“Okay!” Euijoo shoots back. He lifts himself off the ground before gathering their belongings that had scattered across the sand and tossing them in their bag. He folds up their beach towel as Nicholas gathers the fireworks they had just set up. The rain pours lightly, each droplet seeming heavier than the last.

A thunderous boom sounds from afar, traveling through the entire beach. Euijoo makes his way towards Nicholas as he shoves the towel into their overfilled bag. Nicholas tucks the fireworks on the inside of his arm before he walks towards Euijoo and reaches out to grab the car keys from their bag. They both turn to the direction of the car parked at a nearby grocery store parking lot and walk silently, the disappointment of losing the perfect day looming over them. 

The rain had started to pick up, forcing them to pick up their pace. They converse lightly as they jog, wondering what they would order for dinner. Nicholas seems to give clipped answers to Euijoo’s questions, praying that they go unnoticed. They don’t. 

The grocery store becomes visible and a moment later, the droplets crash down, the pressure of the rain bouncing them off of their bodies. They glance at one another before unenthusiastically sprinting to the car.

Nicholas fumbles with the keys before he unlocks the car just as another loud thunderous rumble travels towards them. They slip into the car, panting from the light exercise. The parking lot is empty, reminding them of how stupid they had been to neglect checking the weather. 

That leads them to now: Euijoo’s leg anxiously bounces as Nicholas drives blindly down a narrow road. The rain is relentless, crashing down loudly on the top of the car, muffling their speech. Lightning strikes in the distance, the thunderous clap enveloping them.“Let’s just find somewhere to wait out the storm,” Euijoo suggests as he shrinks back in his seat. He looks over at Nicholas who has his eyes glued to the road. Silence fills the car for a moment, the heavy rainfall and the sound of the windshield wipers invading their hearing. 

Nicholas finally speaks up. “Yeah, you’re right,” He says quietly. He slows the car down more and turns left. The empty road is lit with a few street lights, the warm hue reflecting on the puddles of water on the concrete and the windows of the buildings lining its sides. He drives slowly as they look at the buildings to see if any could give them some shelter. Each one they pass seems to be closed. The rain picks up even more, making it impossible to see the road. 

Nicholas slows the car down and parks under a shed of a gas station. He turns to Euijoo as he turns the key and takes it out of the ignition. “We’re gonna have to walk, it’s too dangerous to drive.” Euijoo nods in agreement and grabs one of the towels out of the bag nestled between his feet. He hands it to Nicholas before slinging the bag on his shoulder and turning towards Nicholas.

“Okay, let’s go,” he says. He opens his door quickly, wrapping the towel around himself and Nicholas does the same, the inside of the car door immediately soaked in the heavy rainwater. They slam the doors shut as they cover their bodies with the towels, Euijoo taking extra care of the bag that carried all of their snacks and drinks. Nicholas extends his hand out to Euijoo who accepts the gesture by offering his wrist. He immediately latches on and pulls him into a run, heads turning left and right in search of a building. The water seeps through the towels and runs down their backs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its stead. 

Nicholas’ grip tightens around Euijoo’s wrist as he turns back to face him. “There!” He shouts and points over to a dim yellow building. The side of the building is covered in colorful graffiti, murals mixed with independent art pieces that bring life to the building. It’s neatly tucked away in between a pharmacy and a car wash, its bright colors outshining the buildings surrounding it. Euijoo nods and pumps his legs to keep up with Nicholas as they sprint over to the building. The rain weighs down their hair, their clothes, their towels. Euijoo can feel their bag getting wet. 

As they get closer to the building, its sign becomes visible: Sammy’s Surfboards. They reach the glass doors and Nicholas pulls on the handle immediately, relief rushing through them when the doors actually swing open. Nicholas steps to the side to hold the door open for Euijoo as he ushers him in by pulling on his wrist. Euijoo rushes in and immediately sheds the towel and bag, basking in the security of the small shop. His knees buckle and he sits on the ground and tries to catch his breath. Nicholas shuts the door behind him and tries to flick on the lights before failing and doing the same as Euijoo. 

Light shines through from a window near the ceiling, the only one without blinds. The shop’s temperature matches the day they had anticipated, a voluptuous heat accompanied by a steady flow of AC. The inside of the shop matches the aesthetic of the outside. The sunlight completely misses most of the shop. However, the lack of sight makes the colors in the building appear neon. Almost every inch of the walls are covered in colorful art, paintings of landscapes, symbols, quotes and self-portraits make it nearly impossible to see that the true color of the walls were bland and basic. The smooth wooden floors are cool to the touch, its shininess catching the little light entering the building. Surfboards the colors of pastels line the walls leaning on display, waiting to be chosen. Each one has a unique design dedicated to that combination of colors and shapes. 

Nicholas and Euijoo look around the small building from their spot on the floor, the building so small that they didn’t need to travel to cover it all. After a minute or two, Nicholas says that he’s going to try to look for a source of heat so that they don’t freeze from the cold rain water. Euijoo agrees and focuses on trying to prioritize the items in their bag. They have no idea how long they need to stay here for, if they can sleep in their hotel beds, or even if they can catch their flight the next day.

Nicholas returns with a couple of vanilla scented candles, and one of those lamps used for power outages. Euijoo whistles at him and tosses him a bottle of water and reaches into the bag to grab matches and a bottle for himself. He makes his way over to where Nicholas has taken a seat on the floor leaning against the wall as he gulps his water down and takes a seat beside him, a shiver running down his spine at the cool sensation of the wall on his back. 

Euijoo has known Nicholas for a long time and he could tell something has been bothering him. He assumed it was the initial frustration of the situation because anyone would be upset. He couldn’t help but think that it was something deeper though. Something that had upset Nicholas so greatly that he barely looked at Euijoo as he grabbed the matches out of his hand without a word.

He slides the match on the side of the box, causing a small fire and silently lights the candles. After he’s done, he stares at the match and watches it burn for a moment. Euijoo tries his hardest not to stare him down but his curiosity starts to get the best of him. His eyes stay glued to the side of Nicholas’ face as the latter doesn’t take a second to tear his gaze from the fire creeping down the wooden stick. 

Euijoo glances down at his fingers and anxiously picks at his nails. He clears his throat before finally speaking up. “Are-“ he clears his throat once more. “Are you okay?” He builds up the courage to look up at Nicholas who doesn’t react at all to his words. A cloud of silence forms over them. The only sound that can be heard in the small shop is the rain pounding on the frail ceiling and sliding down the windows.

Nicholas lets out a sigh as he tosses his head back against the wall and closes his eyes. “This was…” his sentence trails off and his Adam’s apple bops as he swallows. “This was supposed to be the perfect last day. I-“ he brushes his fingers through his hair and wipes his face. “I’m being dramatic, aren’t I?” He chuckles humourlessly. “We haven’t been able to hang out in a year. A whole year. Over 300 days of working and we don’t get to be alone.”

Euijoo shifts his hips to face Nicholas and listens intently. “We were supposed to spend today together at the beach, we even made a list of everything.” His voice gets louder as he rambles on. “I’m grateful you know? I’m happy we saw fans these past couple of days. I’m happy I could see the people who make me who I am, but I- I want to be selfish. I just wanted one day. Just ONE DAY!” He finally turns towards Euijoo and looks straight into his eyes.

Euijoo takes a sharp breath at the intensity in Nicholas’ eyes. The emotions swarming his eyes working together to turn his stomach in anticipation. Euijoo wonders what his friend is thinking.

“I don’t know, I just feel like lately, the dream that we had- the dream of making music, seeing the world, our fans. It’s starting to feel impossible.” He glances down at his lap before looking up once more. “Do you remember when we first met? And what I said?”

He waits expectantly as his eyes search Euijoo’s, urging him to answer. Euijoo’s lips curl into a soft smile as he reminisces on their meeting. They were seventeen years old fighting for their dreams on a survival show. Nicholas had been so nervous about making friends on the show and wanted to break out of his shell. He attempted to break the ice by offering Euijoo some chocolate, which was politely rejected. 

“Of course I do,” he says fondly. He remembers how intimidated he had felt by Nicholas. The first time he looked into Nicholas’ striking eyes, the stolen glances during rehearsals, or the hushed conversations in crowded rooms. 

Nicholas continues. “We were so blind. We had no idea this is what our dream would be. Begging for a vacation just to be bombarded by work here too. I love our job, don’t get me wrong but… I miss—.” His eyes shift away from Euijoo’s as he mumbles the last few words. “I miss us. That’s all,” He steals one last look at Euijoo before he leans against the wall again.

Euijoo blinks rapidly as confusion swarms his brain. He agreed with Nicholas, this trip had been a bit disappointing, especially the days filled with hours of pictures with fans. But he can’t help but let his thoughts travel to the other side of their bond. He remembers the countless nights they stayed awake in the dorm, chatting until the sun rose and they were forced to go to their scheduled events. The afternoons spent holed up in the kitchen trying to bake new recipes. The secret texts sent during rehearsals and meetings.

Euijoo feels his heart start to race at the undertones of Nicholas’ speech. Could he have meant what he wanted him to mean? Could his best friend feel the same butterflies every time their fingers brush as they walk? Or could his breath catch in his throat when their hug lasts a bit too long?

These thoughts crash down on Euijoo as he stares intently at Nicholas who has his eyes closed and his head leaned back. He can’t help but weigh the pros and cons of what he feels intense urgency to do. His body moves before his mind can mull over the consequences of his actions. 

He lifts himself onto his knees and closes the gap between him and Nicholas as his shaken hands grips Nicholas’ to get his attention. Nicholas’ eyes shoot down to his hand at where Euijoo’s soft hand caresses his before looking up at Euijoo, his forehead wrinkled with hints of confusion.

Euijoo gulps nervously before he leans forward to Nicholas before their lips are only inches apart. He keeps his eyes open to search Nicholas’ face. Nicholas is frozen in shock for a long moment making Euijoo’s heart drop to his stomach at the idea of ruining six years of friendship for his selfish desire. 

He inhales a sharp breath as his ears starts to ring in fear. He scoots back a step and turns away, busying himself with tidying the towels they took off. He frantically folds them as words spill out of his mouth. “Sorry, I don’t know why I did that.” He laughs dryly. “I guess I got confused. Can we prete—“ His sentence is cut short by a firm grip on his arm tugging him to turn around. The towels drop from his hands as Nicholas’ arms cup his face and pull him towards his face. 

Nicholas’ lips are warm and plump, and the light stubble on his face from the careless vacation days scratches Euijoo’s face lightly. Euijoo eyes are wide open and his body is frozen from shock, his arms awkwardly held by his sides as Nicholas holds his lips against Euijoo’s. 

Euijoo stays in the same position as Nicholas pulls away and searches his best friend’s face. Euijoo stares at Nicholas for a second, his heart pounding against his ribs so loudly, it’s deafening. His broken out of his spell when he sees Nicholas’ shoulders slump from disappointment. He blinks a few times before he raises his hands to cup Nicholas’ that remain on his face. He maintains their eye contact while he snakes his hands up Nicholas’ arms to his shoulders before landing on the sides of his face. 

He leans forward confidently before he catches Nicholas in another kiss, this one even more tender and gentle. He can feel Nicholas stiffen against him, probably experiencing the same uncertainty that had clouded his thoughts.

A beat passes before Nicholas meets Euijoo’s kiss with one of his own. Their lips interlock in a passionate kiss, the sound of lips smacking filling the room. The sound of the storm has drowned out, losing its importance in the heat of this anticipated intimacy. 

The two pull away from the kiss to breathe for a moment, their eyes attracted to the others, unrelentless in the spur of passion between them. Euijoo breaks the silence with three words: “I like you.” The words hang in the air, waiting to be caught by its recipient. Nicholas is as still as a statue, his posture unchanging as he all but glares at Euijoo.

“If you’re joking, this isn’t funny Euijoo.” His voice is quiet and even. It had been years since Nicholas had called him by his full name when they were alone. It felt foreign. Wrong.

Euijoo’s hands drop from Nicholas’ face to his waist to pull him closer. Their chests are flush against one another before Euijoo speaks up. “I’ve never been more serious in my life.” His voice holds an air of authoritative honesty, like this truth was the only truth with credit. 

Nicholas lets out a breath before he scoots one of his hands from Euijoo’s cheek to the back of his neck and pulls him into a deep, passionate kiss. His lips part slightly, inviting Euijoo to delve in. His invitation is accepted and he feels the tip of Euijoo’s tongue flatten against his teeth teasingly. 

Nicholas threads his fingers through Euijoo’s hair and  pulls on the hair at the nape of his neck, causing him to gasp softly. Nicholas takes advantage of this and deepens the kiss by plunging his tongue into Euijoo's mouth. Euijoo's tongue wraps perfectly around his as they take turns controlling the kiss. The warmth of Euijoo's mouth makes a wave of heat flow to his hardened cock pressing against his shorts. Euijoo's hand grabs a hold of Nicholas' hand in his hair, slightly tugging on it until Nicholas loosens his grip and breaks the kiss.

The two pant loudly as they lock eyes, still pressed against one another. Euijoo keeps his gaze on Nicholas' enticing eyes for a moment before tracing his sculpted face, and finally landing on his parted plump lips. His grip on Nicholas' hand tightened as he raised it to his face.

Keeping eye contact, he grabs Nicholas' index finger and slowly lifts it to his waiting mouth and sticks out his tongue. The second his finger makes contact with Euijoo's warm tongue, Nicholas feels like he might pass out. He stares with his mouth parted from shock as Euijoo works his tongue around his finger, coating it in his wetness as he suctions it into the back of his warm mouth. He knows that having his finger sucked shouldn’t turn him on this much. But it does.

Nicholas can't help but imagine what the real deal would look like. His best friend scraping his knees on the cold hardwood floor, looking up at him through his long lashes as he forces Nicholas' long cock down his throat. Nicholas grew harder at the thought.

He stares intently at Euijoo as he moves on to Nicholas’ middle finger and begins swallowing, causing his throat to contract around his finger. Nicholas feels lightheaded as his hazy eyes can barely focus on Euijoo. He’s never been this turned on before. His cock feels so hard that it's starting to hurt.

Deciding he’s had enough, Nicholas grabs Euijoo’s waist with his free hand and pulls him closer than before. His hard nipples graze Euijoo's, eliciting a groan from Nicholas and a quiet whine from the other. Nicholas tightens his grip on Euijoo as he thrusts his hips, forcing their cocks to push together. Nicholas' eyes flutter shut as he feels a wave of pleasure from the sensation, making his whole body slump forward from the intensity.

Euijoo lets his lips part from around Nicholas' finger. His eyebrows furrow as he closes his eyes. "Yixiang," he practically whispers. "Do that again."

Nicholas' eyes shoot open at the sound of his friend asking him for something so dirty. He shuffles his legs back so he and Euijoo aren't making contact. He lifts his head to Euijoo's neck and leans in closer until his mouth is by Euijoo's ear. "If you really want me to," he whispered. He lets his tongue flick Euijoo's earlobe. He feels Euijoo let go of his hand as he shivers against Nicholas.

A small chuckle escapes Nicholas before he talks once more. He wraps his other arm around Euijoo’s waist. "You'll have to beg me." He leans closer and captures his earlobe in between his teeth and sucks gently. Euijoo’s arms shoot up and wrap around Nicholas' neck. He rests his head on Nicholas' shoulder and lets out a quiet whimper.

"Fuck you," Euijoo says as he tries to catch his breath. "I'm not saying it."

Nicholas smiles against Euijoo's neck. He had always admired how stubborn his best friend could be. Even now, in this intimate act, he is being himself, exactly how Nicholas likes him. Nicholas sticks out his tongue to lick a long strip from his collarbone to earlobe. Euijoo's breath hitches and he leans back to expose more of his neck as he closes his eyes.

Nicholas lets his hands travel from Euijoo's waist to his chest, where he grazes his nipples with his thumb.

"Yixiangggg," Euijoo drags out his name in a whiny voice. He lets out a soft sigh before he tightens his arms around Nicholas’ shoulders. "Okay, okay,” Euijoo says quickly. “Yixiang please. I need this," His voice gets quieter as he nuzzles his face into Nicholas' neck out of embarrassment. "I can't handle this anymore. Please. I want you. I need you." His lips brush against Nicholas' skin as he speaks each word.

Nicholas couldn't believe his ears. His best friend, the same person who bullied him for five years for liking the color pink, was now begging for him to grind against him. His best friend, the same person who called him gay for being touchy with him, was now whining for more.

"Joo," Nicholas says quietly as he cups Euijoo's face to pull him away from his body. He doesn’t waste any time before he captures Euijoo's lips in a deep kiss and uses his knee to push Euijoo back gently. One of his hands travels down the length of Euijoo's spine and stops at his waist, catching Euijoo before he falls. He slowly lays him down on the cold hardwood floor without breaking their kiss.

Nicholas pushes his knee in between Euijoo's legs, forcing them apart. His palms flatten against the ground at either side of Euijoo’s head to stabilize himself. He thrusts against Euijoo's shorts and slowly grinds his bulging cock against Euijoo's. The two immediately let out gasps and groans as they let their tongues tangle once more. However, something was different this time. They were more needy. Desperate. Nicholas tilts his head to deepen the kiss, causing saliva to drip from the corners of Euijoo's lips. A sloppy wet sound fills the quiet room.

Nicholas pulls away from the kiss to softly bite Euijoo's lips as he adds more force to his thrusts. Euijoo lets out a moan and lifts his head up to catch Nicholas' lips into a kiss once more. His hands travel to grip Nicholas' hips, and he pulls his body closer to his, adding even more pressure. Wetness seeps out through Euijoo's thin blue shorts and coats the patterned design on Nicholas' shorts. The precum creates more slip and makes their movements more sloppy. Euijoo lifts his hips to grind back onto Nicholas as he forces his tongue deeper into Nicholas' mouth. 

Nicholas breaks the kiss and pants as he stares deeply into Euijoo's glossy eyes. "Joo, you have no clue how long I’ve waited for this,” Nicholas mumbles. He lets his gaze shift down to Euijoo’s shorts. The wet spot creates a deep blue splotch right on Euijoo’s crotch. Nicholas feels a sense of pride as he looks at the evidence of Euijoo’s arousal. Arousal he caused. A smirk finds its way to his lips.

"Who made you this hard baby?" Nicholas asks as he meets Euijoo’s eyes. Before he can answer, Nicholas reaches down to palm Euijoo's cock through his shorts. A shaky moan escapes Euijoo and he bites down on his lip to stay quiet. His hands on Nicholas’ hips clamp on the fabric of his shirt and pull Nicholas down. Nicholas lets out a breath. His own arousal forces him to lose his train of thought.

"Oh no," Nicholas breathes out as he squeezes Euijoo's cock tighter. Euijoo groans loudly as he pushes his hips up again. "I need to hear you, baby. Who made you this hard?"

Euijoo's breathless voice shakes as he tries his best to answer. He opens his eyes and looks up at Nicholas with big, glossy eyes. "You. You did," his voice sounds hoarse, like his been straining it. "I'm so hard for you Yixiang." He reaches a hand down to wrap around Nicholas' wrist and use it to grind harder. Nicholas feels his heartbeat quicken at the sight. Euijoo was desperate for his touch. He lifts his hand from Euijoo and stares down at him.

"Why'd you stop," Euijoo whines. Nicholas remains quiet as he lifts himself off of him. He grabs the hem of his shirt and lifts it over his head. The cold air in the room immediately reaches his skin, causing his nipples to harden and goosebumps to rise on his abdomen. He reaches down and helps Euijoo sit up before taking off his shirt as well. Nicholas pushes him gently to lay him down. Euijoo lets out a sharp gasp at the coolness of the floor against his bare skin.

Nicholas immediately returns his hand to rub Euijoo's cock once more as he leans down and attaches his lips to Euijoo's neck. He leaves a trail of wet kisses down to his chest before wrapping his lips around one of his nipples.

Euijoo's hips immediately shoot up and he bites down on his fist to silence his moans. Nicholas latches onto his nipple and softly bites down. Euijoo's body shakes at the sensation and arches towards Nicholas as he licks his nipple and blows cool air. A shiver runs through Euijoo as Nicholas licks harder while continuing to palm him. Euijoo lets out soft moans and gasps as Nicholas moves on to the other nipple to repeat the process.

After a bit, Nicholas pulls away to once again stand on his knees. He stares down at Euijoo and reaches down to untie the string on his blue shorts. "Is this okay?" he asks as he grabs the waistband of the shorts. His heart hammers against his ribs at the thought of Euijoo declining. His worries immediately vanish once Euijoo nods eagerly and lifts his hips off the floor to make it easier to remove them.

Nicholas instantly pulls the shorts down Euijoo's smooth legs. He then does the same to his red underwear. Euijoo's cheeks flush as he looks away and turns to the side out of embarrassment. Nicholas’ shaky hand cups Euijoo’s chin and gently turns his face towards himself. 

“Joo,” his voice comes out much quieter than he intended. Euijoo finally looks at him, his lashes fluttering from the moisture of his eyes. Once his eyes on are on his, Nicholas lets go of Euijoo’s face and gets back on his knees. Nicholas tries his best to maintain eye contact but his urges get the best of him. He takes a small step back so he can fully see Euijoo and lets his eyes fall over Euijoo's body.

His eyes shift from Euijoo’s smooth chest that rises and falls from his labored breaths. They travel down his small waist, causing Nicholas’ stomach to tighten at the idea of his own hands having been stationed there just moments before.

Once his gaze reaches Euijoo's cock, he stops. The sight in front of him makes his mouth water and his shorts seem even tighter.

Euijoo's cock is absolutely beautiful. The dark shade of pink on the round mushroom tip fades into a lighter pink on his long, thick shaft. If Nicholas had to guess, he would say that it was around 6 inches. Euijoo’s arousal has his cock pressed against his stomach and the head of Euijoo's cock oozes more precum that drips down all the way to the base. It pools on his thin, neatly-trimmed pubic hair.

Nicholas nearly passes out at the sight. He can't help but let out a needy groan. "Baby," he says as he keeps his gaze on Euijoo's cock. "You're so beautiful. I…I want to make you feel good." He forces his eyes to look away from the erotic sight and up at Euijoo who is staring at him silently. "Joo, can I do that for you? Can I make you feel good?"

Euijoo remains quiet for a moment before he slowly nods. Nicholas leans down to give him a quick peck on his lips that inevitably turns into another hot, open-mouthed kiss. Nicholas finally pulls away before shifting back. He lays flat on his stomach so his face is at level with Euijoo's torso and his hands are gripping Euijoo’s waist. Euijoo pulls himself up onto his elbows and stares intensely at Nicholas as he peppers kisses from his stomach down to his thigh. Nicholas can feel Euijoo trembling underneath his touch. This makes Nicholas look up at Euijoo through his eyelashes as he wraps his hands under Euijoo’s legs to grip his thighs and pull himself even closer. He places wet kisses once more on Euijoo’s thigh before traveling down and kissing his inner thigh. Nicholas takes his time working his way closer and closer to the base of Euijoo’s cock.

Euijoo's chest heaves as he lets out soft gasps. He has never been touched so intimately, let alone by his best friend. The scene in front of him is much too erotic, with Nicholas’ lips touching places he has only fantasized about. Nicholas finally lifts his head and moves his face toward Euijoo's waiting cock. He grabs a hold of the base, causing Euijoo to hiss from the coldness. He peppers small kisses on the base and slowly works his way up to the tip. Euijoo can't seem to control the sounds leaving his mouth, a mixture of moans and whines. His desperate cries are accompanied by needy thrusts for more friction.

Nicholas leaves one final kiss on the underside of Euijoo's cock before lifting his head. He wraps his lips and softly suctions the very tip of Eujoo’s cock into his mouth. Euijoo's back immediately arches and his hands shoot down to tangle his fingers in Nicholas’ hair as a loud groan escapes his lips. Nicholas lets out a groan at the taste of Euijoo's precum and presses his tongue again his cock to tease more out.

Euijoo tries to catch his breath from the waves of pleasure shooting up from his cock to his head as Nicholas adds more pressure to his sensitive tip with his tongue. Once Nicholas feels comfortable, he starts to slowly take more and more of Euijoo’s cock in his mouth by bopping his head up and down. He is fueled by the needy groans flowing out of Euijoo’s mouth so he flattens his tongue on the underside of his shaft and continues his abuse. This seems to have an immediate effect on Euijoo as a string of incoherent curses leave his mouth.

Nicholas takes a second to flicker his gaze up at Euijoo to see his effect on his best friend. The sight before him doesn’t help with the painful erection in his own shorts. Euijoo’s eyes are closed and his head is lolling around senselessly. His mouth is coated in his saliva, as if he has been excessively licking his lips. 

Nicholas uses this new-found confidence to remove his hand from Euijoo’s thigh and lift his head off of his cock. Euijoo’s eyes shoot open and his eyebrows furrow in confusion as to why he stopped. Nicholas raises his hand to Euijoo’s face with his palm up and stares expectantly at Euijoo.

Euijoo shifts his gaze between Nicholas’ hand and his eyes before following his silent command. He strains his neck forwards to reach Nicholas’ hand before he spits into his palm. Nicholas smirks at Euijoo before he instantly wraps his hand around the base of Euijoo’s cock. He strokes slowly, making sure every inch of his cock is slickened with his saliva. Euijoo gasps at the sensation as Nicholas gives him one final look before leaning back down. 

Nicholas latches his mouth to Euijoo’s cock and strokes down Euijoo’s cock with his head moving down to shove more of the cock down his throat. He continues matching his head movements with his hand as he takes half of Euijoo's cock into his mouth. Nicholas looks up at Euijoo through his lashes and watches in real-time as Euijoo's eyes gloss over and his brows furrow once more, but in pleasure this time. Euijoo tries to keep his body up and his head uncontrollably falls back.

Nicholas lifts his head off Euijoo's cock and uses his slick hand to jerk Euijoo off. "Does that feel good?" he asks with a hoarse voice. "Huh, baby? Do you like it when I suck your cock?" Euijoo nods eagerly as he adjusts his arms further back to let him see Nicholas more. “Baby, I-,” Nicholas takes a second to admire the slick cock in front of him he’s stroking before looking back up at Euijoo. “I love your cock. I love making you feel good.” Euijoo lets out soft whimpers and reaches one hand down to guide Nicholas' head back to his cock.

Nicholas’ initial shock at Euijoo’s boldness is replaced by a chuckle as he lets him push his cock between his lips once more. This time he sticks out his tongue and sucks on the cock head, lapping up Euijoo's precum. He lifts his head off and sucks on the side of his shaft a couple times before sucking on the tip once more.

"Ughhh, yes," Euijoo shakily whispers. He guides Nicholas to take more of his shaft, a bit more than halfway down. "Oh my god, Yixiang. This feels so good." Nicholas groans in response, causing Euijoo to moan again from the vibrational sensation. Nicholas' cock hardens more, fueled by Euijoo’s physical reaction to his actions and his praise. He can’t help himself as he grinds against the floor to chase some sort of friction while he bops his head on Euijoo's cock. Euijoo grips some hair at the crown of Nicholas’ head and pushes more of himself into Nicholas’ mouth as uncontrollable sounds escape his mouth. Nicholas doesn’t protest Euijoo’s guided motions and allows him to push him further down his cock until the tip of Euijoo's cock touches the back of his throat, making him gag.

"Uuugghhhh," Euijoo's hips shoot up at the tightness of Nicholas' throat from the spasm. Nicholas squeezes his eyes shut and tears form at the corners of his eyes as he continues lapping his tongue on Euijoo's cock and quickening his head movement. He forces his hips to grind harder against the wooden floor, wave after wave of pleasure shooting through him. He moans as he shoves all of Euijoo’s length down his throat. This time, he relaxes his throat around his cock so he can take him deeper. Once the tip of his nose brushes Euijoo’s pubes, he tries swallowing to tighten his throat around Euijoo. 

He gets the reaction he hoped for when Euijoo loudly groans and pulls his hair harder, eliciting a moan from him. Euijoo’s hot precum coats his throat as it slides down. “Fuck, Yixiang,” Euijoo whispers. His eyes stay glued to Nicholas as he speaks once more. “Fuck, you’re so good at that. I-I don’t think I can handle this, I might cum too quick,” his voice turns breathier as Nicholas molds his tongue to the underside of his cock.

Nicholas’ chest swells from the confirmation of his good performance. Nicholas continues his own stimulation against the floor as his own hips stutter from prolonged arousal. He momentarily lifts his head up to catch his breath before quickly sliding Euijoo’s cock in his mouth once more. He reaches Euijoo’s base again and holds it there for a moment to hear more of Euijoo’s needy sounds. Right when he feels like he might pass out, he pulls his head off and lets out a cough. He eagerly jerks off Euijoo while he takes gulps of air before deepthroating him again. Euijoo moans loudly and thrusts his hips up to meet Nicholas’ movements.

This time, Nicholas wraps both hands around his shaft and jerks him off frantically as he lifts his head until only the tip of Euijoo’s cock is in his mouth before suctioning his whole length. Euijoo is an absolute mess, Nicholas’ abuse on his cock causing mini orgasms to rake through him. As Nicholas reaches the base of his cock again, he contracts his throat forcing a sharp burst of pleasure to travel through Euijoo’s body. 

A coil of pressure builds in Euijoo’s cock as the continuous torture unfurls new levels of euphoric bliss. Nicholas pulls off Euijoo's cock with a string of saliva connecting the tip to his lips. He gets on his knees and hunches over Euijoo. His back arches as he situates himself. He pants quietly as his chest rises and falls to catch his breath, his hands quickly stroking Euijoo’s cock. He glances up at Euijoo who has his gaze fixated on him as he focuses his hands on Euijoo’s tip. Euijoo’s hips tremor as the pressure builds more and he lets out moan after moan. 

Nicholas continues stroking his tip aggressively with one hand while he uses his other to palm the tip of the cock. Euijoo’s hips shoot up as he tries to chase Nicholas’ hands. “Uugghhhh,” Euijoo’s head falls back and his arms grow weak causing him to lose his balance and fall straight on his back. He lets go of Nicholas’ hair and instead covers his face with his hands as the pleasure builds.

“F-fuck, I think I’m gonna– fuck– I’m gonna cum,” his warning seems to go unheard as Nicholas keeps the same pace and flattens his palm more to cover the tip of Euijoo’s cock. Moan after moan escapes Euijoo as Nicholas watches in satisfaction. He adds more pressure with his palm while his other hand strokes faster.

“Cum for me baby,” he says in a husky voice. “Let me taste you,” Nicholas immediately bends down and wraps his mouth around Euijoo’s cock and slides down until it hits the back of his throat. He feels Euijoo’s cock pulsate in his mouth as Euijoo lets out one final groan. 

“Yixian-,” The end of his name gets caught in Euijoo’s throat as his lips part slightly and his back fully arches off the ground. The pressure in his cock finally relents into a burst of white, hot pleasure. His orgasm rakes through him, slowly. Nicholas feels thick, hot liquid spurts numerously into his mouth, overflowing it and escaping from the sides of his mouth. Euijoo trembles silently as his head and eyes both roll back. Nicholas tries his hardest to stay put, but there’s so much cum in his mouth that he’s starting to feel lightheaded. He lifts his head off of Euijoo’s cock, making sure to keep his liquid in his mouth. He instead wraps his hands around Euijoo’s cock and strokes him, quickly at first, before slowing down as Euijoo comes down from his high. 

Euijoo lets out soft moans as his hips jerk involuntarily from overstimulation. He slowly lifts himself up to his elbows again to see Nicholas just in time for Nicholas to lift himself up to be face-to-face with Euijoo. His head dips down and he catches Euijoo’s lips in a kiss. He pries his lips open with his tongue before delving into his mouth. Euijoo feels a thick, sweet liquid coat his tongue. Nicholas continues swapping his own cum into his mouth. 

Euijoo moans at this, feeling his cock jump at the prospect of sharing his cum with Nicholas. He swallows as much as he can with a gulp before he’s forced to pull away to catch his breath. Nicholas leans his head down on Euijoo’s chest as he pants loudly. Both of the men take a minute, their chests rising and falling in unison.

After a moment, Nicholas lifts his head and looks down at Euijoo. His eyes explore his features, his brows relaxed, so different from when he was pleasuring him, his eyes glossed over and droopy, staring at Nicholas with a new emotion he can’t read, his lips parted as remnants of his cum dangle from his bruised lips. He feels urged to kiss once more, to lick the splotch from his face. His eyes travel down to Euijoo’s neck covered in sweat. He watches as a droplet rolls from his Adam's apple to his chest, and disappears on his stomach.

Euijoo’s shaky hand slowly reaches out to Nicholas’ own sweaty neck and wraps around him. Euijoo sits himself up, pushing Nicholas to do the same. His eyes shift between his for a moment, as if he’s trying to understand if this was real, before he leans forward. This time, the kiss is soft and tender. Both of their lips are inviting to one another, allowing the other to explore. They kiss like this for a bit. Passionately. Lovingly. 

Something has shifted. The atmosphere seems to thicken as they pull away from this kiss, their eyes finding the other’s once more. The wind howls outside, reminding them of why they’re here. Why they did this. The rain has died down, relieving them of the burden of seeking shelter here. However, neither of them show any sign of moving. This is comfortable.