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Mark never gets sick. If he could still remember, the last time he got sick was when he was in high school and it was unbelievably intense and chaotic, with tissues flying everywhere and snot drizzling just charmingly disgusting through his nose. Now in his sophomore year of college, he can't believe he actually caught a cold once again.
He’s already missed 2 days worth of classes and unfortunately, being absent for 2 days is quite a big deal in college because for some reason, professors think it's okay to pass through two to three lessons per subject in every session. For someone who's self-aware that he's not the brightest bulb, Mark knows he needs to catch up soon.
Luckily, Mark has a lot of friends. Unluckily, said friends aren’t as dedicated as he'd hope them to be because how is it possible that none of his closest friends even took notes at all?
“What do you mean you fell asleep during his class? It's a four-hour lecture!” he says over the phone, exasperated. His cold has slowly died down and now he's stuck in his room.
He hears Jeno’s whine muffled through the static. “And I napped well! Look, I stayed up all night playing God of War, okay?”
“Dude,” Mark sighs, “we can't both fail.”
“You were sick, you missed some classes—for two days, Mark! You won't die.” And yeah, that's true. But Mark has always been a trying hard overachiever. It never ends well and sometimes it even occurred that he ended up in the hospital (freshman year was where the dreams grew and died, to be quite honest), but it never hurts for him to at least try.
“Fuck, fine!” Mark says. Jeno is absolutely useless. “You know anyone that actually writes notes? Preferably someone I know too? I already asked Jaemin and Xiaojun and neither has shit.”
There's a pause before Jeno can respond, “Did you try to hit up Renjun? Pretty sure he takes notes. He told me one time that his family is like a stereotypical Asian family where his grades matter more than his wellbeing. He could end up in a coffin and his grandma would still ask if he got an A in his major.”
That's tough. Mark pokes the inside of his cheek, humming in thought. He and Renjun have had conversations before. Would he consider him as a friend? Sure. Are they close? Not at all.
He doesn't really know why he and Renjun aren't very close considering all their other friends are—practically in the same circle too.
Maybe it has something to do with Renjun always sitting around the front to the middle area of the class because, as much as he knows, he has a crap eyesight and yet refuses to wear glasses. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that he was supposed to ask him out for the first time they met during orientation class because he found him cute, only to back down out of fear.
Because, for some fucking reason, Mark can't function well around hot people.
And mind you, Renjun is unbelievably hot. And cute. And nice.
Mark ends his call with Jeno and contemplates how he'll start talking with Renjun. Sure, they're already friends, but they don't chat on the daily basis. And while Mark is way pass the entire asking-him-out thing, he still finds him physically attractive to this day. Too attractive, even.
But this is for his education, therefore he must resist any doubts.
He finds his name in his contact list and quickly presses it. “Geez, Mark, it's just a cute boy,” he mutters to himself as his phone rings in anticipation.
“Hello?” Mark finally hears the familiar voice. One thing about Renjun is his voice is very soft and comforting, like he's always gentle to everyone he talks to. It's really endearing and makes every conversation worthwhile.
“Hey, Renjun?”
“Oh M—” Renjun stammers, his voice raising for some reason, “Mark! Hi. Hello, what's up?”
For some reason, Mark begins to hear soft whimpers from the other line, and inconsistent panting, but he shakes his head and refuses to acknowledge it. He must be doing something. “Yeah, I was wondering if I can—”
Mark pauses because the panting rapidly grows heavier, like Renjun's mouth is directly hovering over the mic. “Yeah? Yeah, Mark?” Renjun asks, his tone a bit high and hitched.
“Uh,” Mark drawls, unsure of what's happening. “You know how I've been absent in some classes? Don't know if you noticed though . . haha . . but, I was wondering if I can—”
“Yeah, just like that,” Renjun suddenly squeaks and that's when it dawns to Mark. No fucking way. The heat crawls up to his cheeks in a speed he didn't think would be possible. “Fuck, I'm sorry, what is it Mark?”
Mark notices that Renjun probably doesn't notice how obvious he's being, which is incredulous because there's just no way Renjun gets to make those noises and think he's not being noticeable. “N- Notes,” Mark mutters, “I need notes.”
“Yeah, okay, I'll send them to you in a— fuck!”
Something about the way Renjun is moaning and breathing through the other line doesn't stop the heat in Mark's cheeks to travel down to his cock. It takes a few seconds until he catches a glimpse of the tent forming through his sweatpants. He can't believe it. He can't believe he's actually in the phone with Renjun as he's getting fucked.
“Hey Renjun,” Mark doesn't know where the confidence in him has come from, possibly from his rapidly growing boner, but he can't help himself from finally speaking, “are you getting fucked right now?”
He can't wrap his head around it because questions after questions keep growing but at the same time, his dick is starting to leak pretty badly and his body is heating up. He doesn't know why Renjun won't hang up the fucking phone if he's getting his hole railed, but then again Mark doesn't want him to hang up either because the more he gets to hear his soft voice whimpering in desperation and moans helpless with want, the more Mark pictures him sprawled on his bed with someone on top of him, licking every inch of his body.
He feels bad to say that it turns him on to a certain degree because now, he imagines himself to be the one fucking him.
“H- Hookup,” Renjun finally says, his voice still wavering. “I'm sorry, M- Mark, I'm so embarrassed.” And yet, despite his words, it seems as though the cock that's fucking him just gets deeper because of how heavy his panting keeps growing. “Yeah, yeah, more, more, more!”
“Why aren't you hanging up?” Mark asks, half genuine, half coy. “You like me listening to you?”
Something in his words must have created a certain effect on Renjun because the pace on the other line seems to fasten and the moans heighten.
“I never thought you'd like things like this, Renjun,” Mark hums, his other hand now palming his cock through his sweatpants. He imagines Renjun on his knees, rubbing his face over his clothed dick, needy to have it in him.
“I didn't know either,” Renjun breathes out from the other line and it's almost as if he's about to say something else but his voice gets muffled and something sticky and sloppy starts to sound. Fuck. Mark is sure he's sucking off the guy he's hooking up with. Mark is sure he has his pretty and soft lips around his cock, probably kitten licking it first before taking it all in his mouth. He hears one sloppy pop and Mark finally gets rid of his sweatpants to touch his own. He imagines it so vividly, the pretty lips and the star like eyes, looking up to him as he fucks his mouth, cock head against his throat.
“Can't believe your hookup lets you have someone hear yourself right now. Can't believe you let me hear yourself right now. Our bright, overachiever little Renjun. Do you know how you fucking sound right now, baby?” Mark lets the words out, shameless and too light headed to even watch himself. His hand pumps his cock slowly, not letting himself cum right away. He wants to savour the moment, wants to keep listening to Renjun's moans.
Renjun sounds so desperate and needy and it's everything he ever wants him to be. He's never pictured himself with him in bed before but now he's all he can think about, probably with his ass up in the air, pink hole open prettily just for him to see. He must be so tight, so nice around him, and Mark can't take the picture away from him.
“Tell me,” Renjun says, voice muffled.
“You sound like you're so desperate for cock, you sound like the cock fucking you right now isn't enough, like you want mine to fill you up even more. What would the people even think? So dirty.” He feigns innocence, adding a small gasp.
“Do I,” Renjun stammers, and from the sloppy sounds, his voice gets clearer, “Do I sound like a slut?”
Mark never thought he'd be that kind of person, but his words get him increasingly riled up and now he's pumping his dick faster. “You're such a cockslut, baby. So hungry for my cock.”
“Fuck— yeah.”
“Would your fucking hookup mind if you moan for me?”
“Mark!” Renjun instantly obliges, his voice is so loud and clear, pure with want. He sounds like he's on the edge, like he wants to cum so badly and yet he doesn't want it to end. “Mark, I want you!”
“Moaning my name, wanting my cock in you, letting me hear your fucked noises—all while a different man is fucking you. You're driving me insane, Renjun.” He looks at his dick, so hard and drizzling with precum. “You have no idea how hard I am right now. You have no idea how much I want to fuck you so bad right now.”
“Would you fuck me?” How can something so dirty be said with so much purity, all feigned innocence. “Would you want to fuck my hole? It wants you, you know? So wet for you.” He hears the phone shuffling and it seems like he has taken the microphone near his ass because the sound of sloppy fingers in and out is getting louder. It seems like they're getting back to his hole now.
“I’d fuck you senselessly. I want to lick you everywhere. God, you probably taste so good.”
“Hm, do I taste good, baby?” This time, Renjun seems to be talking to the man with him. Mark should feel off, but he'd be lying if he says it turns him off when his cock just keeps leaking even more. “Donghyuck says I taste good.”
“You think I'd fuck you better than Donghyuck?”
“I wouldn't know if we don't try, baby. How about you get those notes here in my room later?”
“Thinking about having my cock while being fucked—baby, you're driving me crazy!”
“You said it yourself, I want your coc—” before he can continue, a loud moan is heard, “Fuck, there, yeah, baby I'm cumming, can you put your cock in me harder baby? Please? Yes, right the—” and he whimpers.
Mark can visualize him so vividly, it's so clear and so hot that he can't help but join him. He's a moaning mess, hand pumping on his cock in a more intense rate, taking occasional time to flick his head for more pressure— pleasure. He loves it. He loves it so much. He closes his eyes and sees Renjun in all fours, his hole puckered up for him to be filled with his cum.
“Fuck, I'm cumming!”
The whimpers and moans slowly die down, replaced by heavy panting. “You fuck so good, baby.” Mark hears Renjun from the other line before the sound of soft moans and sloppy kisses erupt. He and his hookup are probably making out right now. “You filled me up so good.”
“I'm gonna get your notes tonight, okay?” Mark takes his time to interrupt their moment, watching as his own cock splurge cum all over his floor. He's never cummed so much and yet it feels so good, so questionably good.
Renjun chuckles. “Hm, sure, Mark. After all, I can't let you fail now, can I?” He hums before hanging up, leaving Mark breathless, looking at his room in disbelief.