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“I’ll give you 50 fucking dollars if you suck my dick, right now.”
“Okay,” Eddie said.
“Okay. Wait, what?”
Eddie got down on his knees.
“Are you serious?”
“You got 50 bucks on you?”
“… Yeah.”
“Good,” he said, and paused. “Because I swing both ways.”
(OR: Eddie comes to sell Steve weed and leaves with a lot more information about him than he had originally. Like, for instance, he’s not nearly as straight as he thinks he is.)
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“Why do you cover your tattoo?” Hyunjin asks quietly. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
“Ah, no it’s okay. I… met my soulmate. A long time ago.” Jisung swallows, looking anywhere but Hyunjin. “It didn’t work out.”
“Oh. Was it because…”
“I’m trans? Surprisingly, no. This was before that.”
“I’m sorry.”
There’s a long pause before Jisung replies, and when he does there’s something in his voice that Hyunjin can’t quite get a read on
“It’s not like it’s your fault.”
Sometimes, second time's the charm.
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- Part 4 of sobingo!
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Jisung and Felix have always been best friends with few boundaries. They knew each other all through middle and high school and then went to the same college. They transitioned together along similar timelines, helped each other understand their feelings and their bodies. Felix relishes having a best friend who understands him, who knows him.
They’re both pent up as fuck, yearning for two guys who haven’t asked them out yet, so what better outlet is there than fucking each other?
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“So, what do yellow tulips mean?”
Jisung blinked as he turned to look at Minho, the elder wearing an amused smirk as he stared down at him, his lip ring glinting in the light overhead. It was an innocent question, yet something Jisung had never expected to come from the older man.
“Uh,” Jisung said dumbly, “friendship. F-friendship and joy."
Minho hummed, twirling a single tulip stem around in his fingers that Jisung didn’t realize he’d been holding. “Am I not joyful enough, Jisung-ah?”
(or: Jisung unintentionally courts Minho, who he's been pining over for as long as he can remember. Maybe it's a little intentional.)
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Jisung: Minho will never know how badly I want to fuck him
Enter Minho, hurricane snacks are everywhere
Jisung covered in ice cream and chocolate syrup, and slick, copious amounts of slick, he’s a mess on the kitchen island. Minho is like….>.> ::removes pants (heroically)::Authors note: It’s funny, tender, and incredibly sexy
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Felix takes a moment to think about it. Chan is his best friend, his other half, the only person he would trust not to ruin their friendship even if this whole thing doesn’t pan out the way they expect it to.
A part of Felix feels shy, but he wants to know what it feels like to be with an alpha that cares about him and his pleasure. “Yeah, okay. Let’s see what you got.”
Chan smiles widely, dimples forming in his cheeks. He adjusts Felix on his lap, so that they’re properly facing each other, their crotches brushing. “You won’t regret this.”
Felix has been having a string of unlucky hookups, all of them a series of lackluster performances. Thankfully, he can always count on his best friend Chan, who volunteers to show him what he's missing out on.