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Hyunjin and Jisung used to listen to the rock cassettes Jisung’s father had in the living room and pretended they were the ones playing. Jisung was the electric guitar and Hyunjin the drummer, using utensils from Jisung’s kitchen. Now, after twenty years they still pretend.
Their town is very small and it only has one music store in it. With all the years of frequenting that store, the owner now lets them listen to music in the back store.
“Morning Mr. Soi” Hyunjin entered the old store making the little bell above the door sound, greeting the young boys.
Mr. Soi was a forty-year-old man that Jisung always thought was a rock star in his youth. He now had short hair, starting to get white, but he told them once that he used to have long hair, always in a ponytail like Hyunjin, and had a motorbike that his wife now doesn’t let him use.
“Good morning guys. Hwang, I have the Bon Jovi cassette you asked last week” He said giving it to the taller boy.
“Sick! Thanks Mr. Soi”
Jisung started to look into the section of newly released music and took one cassette of Metallica, shaking it on his friend's face.
“Finally here” he said with a wide smile that quickly faded to a painful face because of his freshly performed lip. Two days ago they went to the house of a friend of Hyunjin who was learning how to pierce. Jisung asked for a lip ring and Hyunjin for a tongue piercing that their mothers don’t know about yet.
They went to the little room where Mr Soi had boxes, paperwork and more importantly, a huge boombox.
“This weekend some shitty band plays at the old skate park” Hyunjin said. He was seated with his back against one big box, strands of black hair falling from his short ponytail.
“My mom hates that place, and yours too” The young boy (for only six months) stated starting to play the Bon Jovi cassette.
The old skate park was an abandoned spot located in the suburbs of the town that was now used to sell drugs or do illegal activities, but sometimes they still skate.
“Okay? Our moms hate piercings and now we have one” He deadpanned “fuck this song goes hard” his hands tried to imitate the drums that were sounding in the background.
“Yeah you have a point” Jisung said while drowning in his orange bomber “But I don’t know if it’s a good idea tho”
“Don’t be a pussy han, come on!”
And Hyunjin knew that it was very easy to challenge Jisung, he was too competitive for his own good.
“I am not a pussy, I’ll go” he said confidently. His bangs framed his face, his eyes had dark eyeliner with shiny eyeshadow and his chapped lips were curved in a cocky grin. “Don’t chick out one hour before Hwang” Jisung teased while tapping Hyunjin with his feet. His legs were covered in too baggy jeans and a pair of black combat boots that didn't make him as tall as Jisung whished.
“I won’t”
It was finally friday, the day of the concert. Jisung was grounded for his piercing and Hyunjin just faked a throat pain and talked with papers to his parents and sister all week. So now Jisung was stuffing pillows under his covers and grabbing his backpack to sneak out of the house. I am not a pussy, I won’t be losing my prid e, he said to himself before his mind attacked him with anxious thoughts.
After almost falling out his window, running two streets in the middle of the night and almost falling again trying to climb to Hyunjin’s window, he was now successfully in his friend’s room.
“Which shirt screams more Hey girls I have a huge dick and I will be a rock superstar in the near future ?” Hyunjin said standing in the middle of his room. Clothes were scattered on the floor and he had two shirts on his hands.
“The black one, definitely” Jisung murmured, watching him through the mirror. He was sitting on the floor beside his makeup bag (his mother’s makeup bag) putting on sparkling eyeshadow and black eyeliner.
“Great, so an all-black outfit it is” The tall boy said starting to undress. His ponytail was, for once, neatly done and he even let Jisung put concealer under his eyes.
“Should I wear hoops?” the other said putting away the makeup “And should I wear the red shirt with black jeans?”
Hyunjin whistled “Someone’s is trying to get fucked tonight?”
“If I am lucky yes”
“Then yes. The medium hoops, not the big ones”
“Got it” Jisung said dressing himself in baggy jeans and his red shirt from an old rock band.
“Fuck Sung, we’re getting some tonight for sure”
The other laughed, now the lip piercing wasn’t hurting so much and he was glad.
After stuffing Hyunjin’s bed with pillows and sneaking out the window (Jisung almost fell. Again) they were now walking in the empty streets.
“Who is playing?” Jisung asked while smoking one of Hyunjin’s cigars. The wind messed his hair but now it was long enough to put it behind his ears.
“No clue. Chan told me that they were some friends of his that did some covers. I think they even have one or two songs of their own”
“Woah! Is Chan playing too?”
“Nah, Chan is out of town this weekend”
As they were approaching the end of the town, voices and loud music started to sound. In the centre of the park there was a little, and not very much safe looking, stage where the instruments were already prepared.
“Want a beer?” Jisung asked Hyunjin, walking to a boy who was around the same age selling cheap beer from a plastic bag.
“3 euros for a can” The boy said when he saw them. He was dressed all black and his hair was shaved and pink.
“What the fuck? This costs like one euro in the store” Jisung complained
“Night fee” the other said unbothered scratching his black nail polish "Do you want it or not man"
“Alright” Hyunjin said giving him six dollars “What a fucking scam”
“I know” the boy smiled “Thanks dude enjoy the night”
Jisung made a sip that itched the wounds of his dry lips. “This is fucking gross” complained
People were starting to gather in front of the stage, where four boys were preparing themselves.
“We need to be in the first line Sung!” Hyunjin grabbed him and led them through the mass of people. Even with his combat boots Jisung was still too short to see anything, people blocking his vision, so he trusted on Hyunjin’s hand as a guide.
Soon, he was on the first row gripping the steel fence that divided the stage from the public. The stage was covered in different lights: blue, purple, pink and green bathed the boys.
They seemed tall and intimidating. Dressed in all types of clothes that Jisung was too self-conscious to wear, like the purple crop top that one of the boys wore. The boy emanated confidence through his pores, his hair was short and red and his eyelids had yellow eyeshadow in it. The one that was grabbing a bass was really short, maybe like Jisung’s height, but he was buff, his big arms were revealed with the black tank top.
“They look like real rock stars” Hyunjin said with sparkly eyes “We will be us one day Sung, I know it!”
Jisung’s eyes were fixated on one boy. He was tall and had the same lip ring as Jisung. His eyes were covered in dark eyeshadow and his orange hair had some blonde highlights.
“No fucking way. That’s Yang Jeongin”
“What? Where?” Hyunjin tried to look for the boy in the crowd.
“He plays the electric guitar” Jisung said mouth open. Jeongin was one year younger than them and sometimes they talked in the hallways.
“What?!” Hyunjin screamed “Why is he up there and we are down here?” he pouted dramatically. Jisung patted his shoulder in compassion.
“On day Hwang, one day”
The last boy was the drummer. Jisung couldn’t see him correctly but he was playing with the sticks and the cigar that was between his lips illuminated his face a little bit. Sharp features and a long straight nose. His hair was black and some strands brushed his cheekbones.
“It’s starting, It’s starting!” Hyunjin screamed grabbing with force Jisung’s arm.
“Hey, hey” the boy with the purple crop top tested the microphone “Great! Uhm hello thanks for coming here” his voice was surprisingly deep in contrast to his features.”This is actually our second show so thank you for calling us again! Our name is Maniac and we will engrave this name with fire in your heart.
The public screamed with excitement and a huge smile plastered on the boy's face.
“Let me introduce us before. I am Felix! Our cute guitarist here is Jeongin” Jeongin smiled and waved at the whistles of the people “Our bassist, Changbin!” Changbin screamed and people matched his energy “And last but not least, our great drummer Minho” The light illuminated Minho who had a big smile with a smiley piercing peeking out. He played the drums as a little demonstration that made all the public scream. “SO LETS ROCK AND ROLL!” Felix finalised and Minho started playing like crazy the intro of the song.
The loud music had Jisung and Hyunjin moving nonstop, jumping and vibing along with the crowd. Maniac was a small band but they knew for sure how to play and excite the people. The four musicians were sweating but they gave it all. Felix sang with all his heart, jumping here and there and interacting with the public, even with Jisung and Hyunjin. The other ones played their instruments with motivation and exhilaration and Jisung thought that their arms were going to fall apart after the fourth song that they played.
“Okay guys! The first time is over, please get drinks because we assure you this show gets crazier after the break!” Felix shouted, his face covered in sweat.
“Another beer?” Hyunjin said “I am fucking thirsty from all the screaming”
“Fuck yeah. They are amazing Hyunjin we need to get us a cassette after” Jisung said following the taller. “I think they are going to sell a few copies later. I hope so”
More boys with bags full of drinks appeared. The boy from before had now a line of people waiting to buy his beers.
“Next time we need to do the same. You listen to music while making money selling overpriced beer? What a deal” Hyunjin murmured, his hands in his pockets while he waited in line watching the sealers.
Jisung took a look at the park which was now loaded with people. Everyone was laughing and smiling with a beer in hand and different band shirts. He saw a familiar face approaching but didn’t recognise him until he was below the streetlight where he and Hyunjin were. He was the drummer. His clothes were soaked with sweat and the black shirt was sticking onto his skin, revealing the shape of his muscles, the strands of his hair were clinging to his forehead and somewhat the sweaty look made him even more attractive.
“Woah, Minho right? You guys are fucking amazing” Hyunjin said when he saw the older man positioning himself in the line “Your drumming skills are incredible”
“Thanks man” the other said. His voice was as raspy as Hyunjin and Jisung’s from all the shouting “You play the drums too?”
“Kind of” Hyunjin said shyly.
The gaze of the drummer fell onto Jisung, and look, Jisung doesn’t consider himself a shy person, but at that moment he couldn’t even lock eyes with the older one without making a blushing mess of himself.
“Did you like it?” He asked. His gaze was confident and watched Jisung intensely, like he wanted to remember his features forever.
Jisung didn’t respond until Hyunjin shoved him a little bit.
“Ah me? Uh yeah, it was awesome really” he rushed to say “Do you guys have a cassette or something?”
“Yeah we have” he said, a smile starting to grow on his plump lips “But I could just make you see it directly, a private show, you know?” he crooked his head a little bit, adorable bunny teeth decorated with a silver piercing that was completely opposite to the fierce of his feline eyes.
Hyunjin made a little surprise sound and immediately turned over, facing the line of people instead of the two boys.
“That would be great! I love the drums but I play the electric guitar” Jisung said biting his chopped lips.
“Is not that kind of show dickhead” Hyunjin murmured still without facing them.
Minho laughed, a pretty soft laugh that melted in Jisung’s ears.
“I could show you that too after If you want”
Jisung was now definitely blushing. He felt like his oversized clothes were drowning him and making him sweat like he was buried in some kind of sauna.
Minho arranged one of Jisung’s hair strands behind his ear and his calloused fingers brushed for an instant his hot cheek.
“Are you always so direct?” Jisung said, his normal confidence starting to grow inside of him.
“Only with pretty boys like you”
“Jisung, my name is Jisung”
“Then, only with pretty boys named Jisung” The older said with a cocky grin.
Hyunjin paid for two beers and Minho for his own.
“I have to get going, but I hope you stay until the end Jisung”
“Of course. How am I going to let escape the opportunity to hear a private show?” Jisung teased, making the other smile before disappearing.
“You are really getting fucked tonight Sung” Hyunjin said mouth opened “and with the fucking drummer. Damn I dressed you too prettily” He sighed
Jisung winked at his friend while taking a long sip of his beer. It was still nasty.
“Come on Hyun, we need to be in the first line”
“Yeah so you can see better the dick you are going to suck later”
“Exactly.”
“Hope you choke on it”
Once the second part started the four musicians seemed even more eager than before and Felix squatted until he was singing in Hyunjin’s face.
Jisung loved it but he quickly got impatient, waiting is what he hates the most. But Minho was playing the drums on stage as if his life depended on it and sometimes he even sang some parts, high pitched voice that Jisung replayed in his head all over again.
“Guys! That’s it for us” Felix said after the last song, making the public complain about the end of the performance “You were a great public and we fucking loved playing here! If you want to listen more we will be selling cassettes in that table over there” he pointed to a plastic table where a man started to display them “Thank you so, so much! We hope to play for you again.” The show ended with a big ovation and the four boys saying goodbye with big smiles.
The public spread over the park, some of them to buy more drinks, others to buy the band’s music or others simply sitting down to talk.
Jisung waited beside the stage where Minho was finishing talking with his band members.
“I am going to go over there, I think I saw Mingyu” Hyunjin said “Tomorrow come to my house and tell me all the details, alright? And if he is an asshole you know what to do right?”
“Kick him on the balls, or if I am sucking him off I can just bite”
“I raised you right” He said earning a punch from Jisung
When Hyunjin left Jisung waited for a while, finishing his beer until he saw Minho coming from behind the stage.
“Hey, I didn't know if you would actually wait for me” he said with a shy smile that was totally different from the boy who was playing the drums just a few minutes ago.
“Why shouldn’t I? Not always I can spend time with a cute boy like you” Jisung winked “You did amazing, I was worried that your arms were going to fall off or that you would rip the drum”
“Thank you, I am really happy with how the show turned out today” a genuine smile was plastered on his face “And don’t worry about my arms, they can still hold up during the rest of the night. You will see” he flirted
“I can take you to my apartment If that’s okay with you” he said again “but if you don’t want we can do another thing. Anything you want”
Jisung may be a hopeless romantic, Hyunjin laughs about it all the time, but he thinks that Minho is already the perfect man. He is sweet, flirty, respectful, handsome, and plays the drums? It was not Jisung’s fault that the boy checked all the boxes of the perfect man of my life list.
“I would love to go to your house, If you don’t plan to kill me or something like that” he joked, starting to walk shoulder-to-shoulder with the older boy.
“I am planning other types of things for tonight”
Yeah, Jisung will definitely lose his mind over the boy.
Minho’s apartment was just a ten-minute walk from the park, but with only a ten-minute chat Jisung learnt some things about the older. Minho studied the first year of law but it wasn’t for him, so now he was taking a veterinary course and working in one of them, helping the doctor. They didn’t pay him that much but he was happy either way and Jisung thought that was a sweet gesture of him. Minho and Chan had been friends since they were ten years old and Chan was who introduced him to drumming and now Minho says he is kind of obsessed over the feeling of playing it. Oh, he also hates tangerines.
Minho’s building was old and his neighbourhood was where the cheapest houses were located, but Jisung liked that the drummer didn’t seem embarrassed about it, he just took out his keys from the front pocket in a smooth move and opened the old door. Jisung thought that opening a door shouldn’t have to be that attractive, but well he was starting to believe that maybe all that Minho did was weirdly attractive.
“Make yourself comfortable” he said with a smile when he opened the door of his apartment. It was really small and old, but he did a good work decorating it and the younger liked every part of it. The walls had a lot of pictures with friends, of the animals of the veterinary, music posters and silly pictures that he hung because he felt like it (one of them is a picture of a little frog on Chan’s shoulder).
Jisung was examining the little living room when Minho situated himself behind the boy, tucking his chin on the other’s shoulder, watching the picture with him. It was attached to the wall with tape and no frame. In it, there were five boys in a garage, big smiles and instruments weirdly positioned in their hands.
“It was the first time that we played together” he laughed “As you can see we didn’t fucking know what we were doing, look at Jeongin’s hands, I’m not a guitarist but I think that his hand placement makes no sense. You will know it better than me tho”
“No it doesn’t, but I really like the picture” Jisung said with a soft smile “You look young”
“Yeah, It was my last year of high school” A tone of melancholy took over his voice for a moment before his hands timidly handed Jisung’s waist. His mouth kissed the back of the boy’s neck, his skin soon reacted with goosebumps and his chest started to move faster.
His wet warm tongue licked the honey skin and his teeth were marked carefully, leaving a path of red spots until his jaw.
“Sorry I didn’t ask you If you wanted something to drink” he murmured against his jaw
“What I want is for you to kiss me already” he breathed, feeling the other’s smile at the instant.
“Anything you want” he said with a sweet low voice. His calloused hands carefully gripped Jisung’s chin turning his face so he could press their lips together.
Their lips didn’t move at first, only pressed with force against each other, feeling Jisung’s piercing. Then, Jisung opened his mouth with a sigh when he felt the hand on his waist gripping hard into his skin, and Minho took the opportunity to slide his tongue. Soon the kiss started to get messier, with a lot of tongue and teeth and Jisung’s hand pulling the other’s boy hair like a plea, demanding. When they pulled apart from each other, Minho’s cheeks were tinted red as well as his lips, which were covered in spit. Jisung thought that this look on Minho, shy, desperate, and looking at him with shiny eyes might be even better than how we looked when he was on stage. Maybe it was better because that look was only for him.
They kissed more between laughs, Jisung following him blindly through the little corridor. They bumped against the wall twice, making the younger’s head hit one framed picture of Changbin and Minho holding a medal.
“What did you win?” Jisung tried to ask between kisses while Minho tried to blindly open the door to his room.
“You won’t believe it” the other laughed against Jisung’s teeth. He finally opened the door and led Jisung to lie on the bed, immediately following after and placing himself above the younger “We won first place in an ant race”
“Wait what?” Jisung stopped the boy “Why is it kind of sexy that you won that?” he whined “All the things you do are sexy to me at this point, this is ridiculous”
“I am really proud of that first place so, thanks baby”
Minho’s hands slowly wandered under Jisung’s shirt, touching delicately his skin with his fingertips. “I love this shirt but can I take it off?” he whispered kissing his neck.
“please”
Not ten seconds later the red shirt was discarded somewhere in the room and the drummer's hands couldn’t stop touching every inch of skin as if he wanted to remember its feeling forever. And look, Jisung didn’t think about hands in a sexy way, but now he was. Minho’s hands weren’t soft, neither Jisung’s. They were musician's hands, and maybe if Minho was another guy, Jisung wouldn’t like how it feels the roughness of his fingers against his skin, but he was growing addicted to it. His fingertips were hard and his palms were covered in callouses. The back of his hands has several scratches from the cats he nursed at the veterinary, and even had a little mark of a bite.
“Why am I the only one naked in here” Jisung complained when Minho started to unbutton his pants. He tossed the big jeans away, leaving the younger only in his black briefs.
Jisung tossed the other’s shirt until their chest were firmly pressed against each other and kissed him feverishly, exploring Minho’s mouth with his tongue and feeling the cold metal of the smiley piercing.
His skin was pale against Jisung’s and his strong shoulders were bathed in little moles, it reminded him of the moon and the stars.
“You are beautiful” he whispered speechless, shyly touching his skin and pathing the moles of his shoulders “They are like constellations”
Minho’s sharp nose caressed the other’s warm cheek “That’s the cutest thing someone ever said to me”
He took off his pants, now leaving the both of them with only their underwear. They spent thirty minutes, or even more, just chest to chest kissing messily and touching each other until they could trace a map of their bodies.
But Jisung is just a man, and even if he likes being so taken care of, his growing bulge needed some attention as well. So it was a matter of time before his hips searched for friction and started rutting the other’s thigh.
“Someone is getting excited?”
“You are neglecting my dick” Jisung whined “Give her some attention”
“Oh, is it a girl?” he joked
“We are not having this conversation right now”
After what Jisung felt like decades, Minho finally freed the younger’s dick from the confines of his underwear. It was red and leaking from the excitement. He spat in his hand and wetted all the shaft, starting to jerk him off slowly. The roughness of the skin of his hand against his cock was the detonator to Jisung’s first moan of the night.
“Fuck it feels good” he growled when Minho speeded his movements
“It will feel better trust me”
Minho used his free hand to pick a little bottle of lube from the drawer of the bedside table.
“Hope you like cherries” he murmured against Jisung’s nipples, sending shivers down his spine when he felt the other’s tongue play with them.
When he coated his fingers with lube the air smelled sweet like cherries, making him feel a little dizzy. His calloused fingers caressed Jisung’s rim before one of the fingers entered carefully.
“All good?” he asked, his finger working his finger carefully.
“fuck yeah, you can add another one, please.” the younger begged, his cheeks and chest flushed red and sweat starting to accumulate in his temples, making his bangs stick in it. “I think I’m starting to have a hand kink because of you, I'm not even joking.”
“Mhm that’s nice to know” the other murmured, voice hoarse, while he started working on the second finger "I'm ambidextrous if that helps to your new obsession"
"Fucking hell Minho"
Soon enough Minho was rolling a condom expertly and parting Jisung's trembling thighs to sit in between, his tip against Jisung’s hole.
“Shit, I feel like I’m gonna come once your dick is inside me” the other panted.
“Don’t worry, cum, and I’ll make you cum again after” Minho’s fingers traced rough patterns in the other’s thighs.
“I can’t, I can’t”
“We will see that” he answered sinking inside painfully slowly.
When he bottomed in both of the boys were panting into each other mouths, too overwhelmed with the sensation to even kiss properly.
“so fucking tight oh my god you’re perfect Jisung” he sighed, starting slowly with his thrusts.
The room was hot and dark, the only light was the streetlight that filtered through the window and the only sounds were their loud breathings, quiet moans and the squelch of the lube.
Slowly, Minho’s thrusts started to pick up the pace and abuse Jisung’s prostate.
“don’t stop, I love it baby keep going” Jisung mumbled like a prayer, over and over again. Sweaty bodies together, burning against each other.
“I can’t anymore I’m gonna cum” the younger panted “Please Minho”
“Cum for me” he murmured leaving wet kisses against the other’s neck. His hand started to pump his dick to help him to reach the orgasm faster. “come on”
The roughness of the older hands was what made him reach his orgasm.
“Can you keep going?” Minho said, his thrusts getting sloppier and erratic, almost reaching his own orgasm.
“Yes, please I want you to cum, please” And Jisung’s deep voice, all fucked up, was what made Minho finally cum.
Jisung wrapped himself, arms and legs circling the older body. His hand massaged his back and while they were in silence, only breathing each other, Jisung counted his shoulder moles.
“I’m going to get us a wet cloth, okay?” Minho said, his tone low to not bother the calm atmosphere. “want water? a little snack?”
“Mh that would be nice” he responded kissing the other’s head.
Not fifteen minutes later both boys were clean, dressed in Minho’s clothes and cuddling on the sofa, a big blanket covering their tangled bodies.
“No way! You really jumped from that bridge?” Minho asked, his hand slowly petting the other’s hair.
“Yeah. I was shitting my pants but I have too much pride for my good and I can’t say no to a dare”
“Yeah, you seem like that”
“what does that mean” he whined
“I am not saying it is a bad thing!”
“Hope so, because I would like to take you on a date after this and that means that you will have to put off with me”
“I don’t see where’s the problem here” Minho smiled, his piercing picking through his plump lip.