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Having a crush on his older step brother has got to be one of the top ten most embarrassing things Mark has ever experienced.
The feelings aren’t anything at all like other crushes he’s experienced in the past—he’s only ever had normal crushes before, on people that weren’t totally taboo and off limits. Like the hot guy in gym class who half heartedly helped Mark back to his feet after he fell flat on his ass in dodgeball (the peak of romance). Or the brief crush he had on Donghyuck, his best friend, because he was young and confused his platonic adoration for romantic attraction. The “weirdest” crush he’s ever had was just on his high school biology teacher, but hey, that one was fairly normal too. He saw the way girls who sat in front of him had gossiped and giggled behind the teacher’s back, he knew he hadn’t been the only one who had fallen victim to the enticing sex appeal of a young 20 something man with tattoo sleeves and a sharp jawline.
But this is Johnny. Johnny is his brother. Not his by-blood biological brother, but still.
His feelings for Johnny are tangled and complex, a messy bundle of attraction and admiration and shame and disgust that ties itself in knots around his heart and makes it hard to breathe whenever Johnny is in the same room as him.
It started with just pure, innocent awe, because when they met Mark was two months away from turning eighteen and Johnny had been twenty two, a real adult in college who could legally drink alcohol and had the freedom to do whatever he wanted. Mark thought that he was the coolest person in the world, because when you’re a junior in high school, college seems like an open world of opportunities and partying and a place where all the really mature and put together people are.
Now that he’s twenty and in college himself, he still thinks Johnny is the coolest person in the world, but not for the same reasons. Over the years after Mark and his mom moved into Johnny’s dad’s house, when Mark and Johnny had bedrooms right next to each other and hung out all the time, he realized that Johnny is cool because he’s Johnny. He’s funny, charismatic, compassionate, and just straight up fun to be around. He never misses an opportunity to crack a dumb joke that has Mark bending over laughing, and the little things he’s done to take care of Mark over the years makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Like when he said nothing and let Mark cry in his arms after he got his heart broken his freshman year of college. Or when he stayed up the whole night taking care of him when he came home from a party drunk off his ass, and even covered for him in front of their parents so he wouldn’t get in trouble.
And it doesn’t help that Johnny is also the physical incarnation of his ideal type in men. Tall, fit, with strong arm muscles and a sharp jawline that could cut glass, and a pretty face on top of all of it. Mark ruefully thinks that he wouldn’t have hesitated to ask Johnny out if their parents hadn’t gotten married.
So now here he is, sitting on the edge of his bed and listening to the sound of his twenty four year old step brother talking cheerfully to his dad in the kitchen, and desperately trying to ignore the way even his voice makes his skin prickle in excitement.
A knock on the door startles Mark out of his thoughts. He clears his throat quickly, calling out a clipped “come in!” and trying to shake the paranoia that his traitorous thoughts are flashing on a billboard above his head.
“Honey,” his mom calls sweetly, peeking her head into his room, “your step-father and I are leaving for our anniversary dinner soon. You should come out and watch movies with Johnny while we’re gone, he keeps talking about how much he missed you while you were away at university.”
Mark’s face flushes a little, and he can only pray it’s not noticeable. The thought of being home alone with Johnny for hours makes him feel hot under the collar, and a wave of shame quickly follows and attempts to drown the spark of arousal in his gut.
“O-okay, sure,” he mutters a bit reluctantly, standing to his feet and slowly following his mother out into the living room. Johnny is perched against the kitchen counter and is having an animated conversation with his father, and the way he’s leaning makes his white t-shirt ride up a little, showcasing his abs and the sharp v-line that converges and disappears under the hem of his loose gray sweatpants.
Mark’s mouth goes dry, and he almost doesn’t register the kiss his mother plants against his cheek.
“Bye, boys! We’ll be back late, there’s dinner you can heat up in the fridge if you get hungry.”
“Play nice with Mark, son,” Johnny’s father says cheekily, giving both Johnny and Mark a pat on the shoulder before him and Mark’s mother are walking out the front door, closing it behind them with a resolute slam.
Johnny immediately turns his attention to Mark once they’re alone, and Mark instinctively avoids his gaze, looking down at his feet and trying to ignore the way his heart pounds in his chest.
“There you are, little bro. I missed you today, you haven’t come out of your room since I got here,” Johnny says cheerily, walking over and swinging a friendly arm over Mark’s shoulder.
Mark stiffens a little, choking out an awkward laugh. “Yeah well, you know… I had some homework I was catching up on…”
“Ah, the life of a college student. I miss those days,” Johnny grins, leading them over to the couch and taking a seat, pulling Mark down with him with his arm still wrapped around him.
“Well now that your homework is done, let’s watch a movie,” Johnny says casually, picking up the remote with his free hand and scrolling through the options idly. Mark sits still as a rock and tries not to breathe too loudly, feeling awkward and tense with Johnny’s muscular thigh pressed right up against him.
“What do you wanna watch?” Johnny asks, but Mark doesn’t even have time to think before Johnny is hovering over the animated title screen of Kung Fu Panda, a shit eating grin on his face. “How about this?”
“Are you serious?” Mark scowls, shooting Johnny a scathing look, “that’s a baby movie. We’re both adults.”
“Oh, come on. You’re never too old for cartoon animals doing martial arts,” Johnny scoffs, clicking play on the movie despite Mark’s protests. “Pull the stick out of your ass. It’s good to revisit childhood nostalgia every once in a while.”
Mark rolls his eyes and leans back against the couch, their playful spat having momentarily taken his mind off of the dilemma of his overwhelming and very non-brotherly feelings for Johnny.
See. This is how a real family acts around each other. A normal family.
Mark grits his teeth and tries to ignore the ugly little voice in his head that has been tearing him up ever since he realized his feelings for Johnny. It’s hard with the scent of Johnny’s cologne surrounding him and the strong arm around his shoulders, but he manages to survive until one of the first big fighting scenes in the movie, keeping his eyes glued to the screen.
Then, Johnny decides to do what he always does, turning to look at Mark with the intention of shattering the peace.
“Remember when you told me you used to take a broom and pretended to fight like the characters in the movie?” Johnny snickers, and Mark’s cheeks heat up immediately.
“Shut up! I was a kid,” Mark grumbles, but his reaction only eggs Johnny on.
“Your mom told me you almost broke one of her favorite vases,” Johnny laughs, and Mark pouts and turns to face away from him, embarrassed.
“We all did dumb stuff as a kid. I’m sure you did too,” Mark grumbles, although off the top of his head he can’t remember any childhood stories he’s heard about Johnny that weren’t overwhelmingly positive. Has Johnny always been so cool?
Johnny chuckles and reaches out to gently tickle Mark’s side, making him squirm. “It kind of reminds me of when you and I used to wrestle. Do you remember that?”
Mark does remember that, unfortunately. He was nineteen and a scrawny, thin sack of bones, while Johnny had been twenty three and an avid gym goer. He never stood a chance—Johnny was able to pin him down in ten seconds flat, and he never missed an opportunity to brag about it.
It may or may not have also been the first thing to tip the domino reaction of him discovering his feelings for Johnny. The fact that he used to have to run to the bathroom and furiously jerk off to the image of Johnny hovering over him was between him, his diary, and God.
“I remember,” Mark says slowly, and he has a sinking feeling he knows where the conversation is going. Johnny confirms it with the way he grins, like a cat who just caught a mouse.
“Let’s wrestle again, hm? You know, for old time’s sake.”
Mark groans, shooting Johnny a disbelieving stare. “No fucking way, Hyung. I’m gonna lose.”
Mark isn’t as thin now, but he’s still definitely not as strong as Johnny. It’s not a question who would win if they were to wrestle again.
“You never know,” Johnny sing-songs, already grabbing Mark’s wrist and pulling him to sit upright. Mark’s stomach sinks to his feet, realizing that Johnny is dead set on this. “You could beat me this time. You’re all grown up now, you’re not the same little kid anymore.”
Mark flushes, and he hates the way the comment makes his neck feel hot with arousal. He lets out a defeated sigh and eyes Johnny wearily, his muscular frame not hidden at all by his clothing. “Do you just want the ego boost from beating me again or what?”
Johnny laughs at that. “Just wanted to bond with my cute baby brother, that’s all.”
Mark bites his lip to keep from gaping at him, and he’s almost certain his face is a deep scarlet. It’s almost as if Johnny knows exactly what it does to him when he says stuff like that.
God, he hopes that Johnny doesn’t actually know.
“Okay. Okay! Fine, whatever,” Mark hisses, pushing himself up onto his knees. He knows that realistically, the only upper hand he can get in this is by utilizing the element of surprise, so he doesn’t give any kind of warning before he lunges at Johnny with his full body weight.
Johnny lets out a soft “oof” at the impact before laughter bubbles out of him again. Mark lands against a chest that’s solid as a rock, and though his hands scramble to find Johnny’s wrists, Johnny beats him to it and grabs hold of him. He struggles valiantly, even though he knows it’s useless, and no more than fifteen seconds go by before Johnny has Mark pinned down against the couch cushions, his large, heavy body laying directly on top of him.
“Ugh,” Mark groans out, both from the feeling of Johnny’s weight pressing down on him as well as the feeling of defeat. “See. I told you.”
Johnny just smiles, looking pleased and incredibly amused. “You put up more of a fight than you used to, so that’s progress.”
Mark blushes and scowls, squirming a little and trying to free himself from Johnny’s grip. He’s worried that he might pop a boner if they stay like this long enough.
“Hyung. Let me up,” he wheezes, and Johnny just hums and shakes his head.
“Nope. You gotta earn it, baby bro,” he says cheekily. Mark groans again, frustrated and weirdly turned on.
“Hyung, please. You’re heavy,” he whines. Johnny just laughs again and shifts a little on top of him, and all of the sudden Mark feels something hard poking against his thigh.
Mark’s blood goes cold, body freezing immediately.
It couldn’t be… right? No, of course not. Johnny isn’t a freak like him. He just has a dirty mind, that’s why he made that assumption. There are a million perfectly reasonable non-sexual explanations for why it feels like Johnny’s hard dick is poking him.
But…
“Hyung. Is there something in your pocket…?” He asks cautiously, his voice shaking. He feels awkward bringing attention to it, but he needs an answer to stop his mind from spiraling.
But instead of giving him the clarification he desperately craves, Johnny goes tense himself, his cheeks turning pink. Mark gapes, taking advantage of Johnny’s momentary surprise and managing to scoot away just enough to get a good look at his crotch, and…
Holy shit.
“Oh my god,” Mark mutters, looking up at Johnny with wide eyes, “Hyung, are you fucking hard right now?”
Johnny doesn’t move. For a moment, it doesn’t look like he even breathes. Then he takes in a sharp inhale, keeping his eyes down and not moving an inch.
“Mark,” he says slowly, and the seriousness of his tone feels like ice cold water dumped down Mark’s back. Mark has heard him use that tone maybe twice in the three years they’ve known each other.
It makes the whole thing feel very real all of the sudden. Mark can’t stop his head from spinning, his thoughts moving a million miles a minute.
“Mark, I can explain—“ Johnny starts, sounding just this side of panicked, but Mark can barely even hear him. It feels like he’s underwater, slowly sinking deeper and deeper while the reality he thought he knew gets farther and farther away.
“Hyung, do you like me?” He blurts out impulsively, unintentionally cutting Johnny off before he can start on some kind of anxiety induced rant.
Johnny finally looks up to meet his eyes again, still looking alarmed but with confusion now leaking into his expression.
“I… well yeah, of course I like you, you’re my little brother,” he says, and then immediately cringes. Mark flushes a deep red. “Wait, no. Probably not a good start to that sentence.”
Marks manages to let out a choked, awkward laugh, and a sheepish grin subsequently breaks on Johnny’s face. It causes the tension to bleed out of the room a little bit, opening more space for Mark to feel like he can breathe.
“It’s true though, isn’t it?” Mark says quietly, and the smile slips off Johnny's face instantly. “I mean. We’re not blood related but… brothers. Step brothers. We’ve been like that for three years.”
Johnny sighs. “Yeah. Well, I don’t think it’s very brotherly to pop a boner when you’re play wrestling.”
His tone is wry, and just a tad self deprecating. In a weird way, Mark feels a sense of immense relief wash over him, with the sudden realization that he’s not the only one who’s been struggling with this complicated mess of feelings.
“I wouldn’t know,” he says slowly, glancing up to gauge Johnny’s reaction before he continues, “because it happens to me too.”
Johnny’s gaze snaps up immediately, his eyes searching Mark’s face intensely. “What?”
Feeling slightly intimidated, Mark tries to lighten the mood again with another awkward laugh. “Yeah, uh… when we play wrestled before, when we were younger… I used to get hard too. I was scared you would notice, but you never did.”
Johnny’s gaze darkens, and Mark feels his heart skip a beat, feeling a weird mixture of anxiety and arousal swirl in his chest at the sudden shift in atmosphere.
“Are you serious?” Johnny says lowly, crawling back over Mark again until they’re back at the position they were in before Mark moved away. Mark’s breath hitches, and he nods, feeling uneasy.
“Um… yeah…” he squeaks, and then in the next moment Johnny is pressing his weight down on him again. Except this time, their crotches are lined up, and Mark can feel Johnny’s erection pressing right up against his own chubbing cock.
“Well then… what have I been doing holding myself back all this time?” Johnny says with a sly grin, before he starts slowly grinding his hips down. Mark lets out an involuntary moan, looking up at Johnny with wide eyes.
“H-huh…?” He stammers out, as Johnny rocks his hips down in a way that creates just enough pressure to make Mark feel it, but not enough to really get either one of them off. It makes Mark reach out and grab onto Johnny’s wrist next to his head, searching for something to ground him.
“Well clearly, we’re both attracted to each other, right?” Johnny says, and he’s so close that Mark feels the warmth of his breath as it hits his face, “and we’re not biologically related. Who says we can’t just fuck?”
“H-Hyung…!” Mark gasps, “b-but… we… but our parents…”
“Our parents won’t be home for hours,” Johnny says easily, leaning down so that his lips brush against the shell of Mark’s ear, “you want it, don’t you? You’re hard too, I can feel it.”
Mark flushes bright red and squirms a little under Johnny’s hold, which only causes their erections to bump against each other again, sending a jolt of excitement through his body.
“I-I…” Mark hesitates. He’s not sure why—this is practically a scene out of his wet dreams. He’s been fantasizing about being like this with Johnny for literal years. But it’s too real now, too much. What would happen to their relationship going forward? How would he be able to look his mom or stepfather in the eye after all this? Hell, what was he going to tell his friends?
Johnny breaks him out of his thought spiral with a kiss against the side of his mouth, and Mark can’t help the way his breath hitches.
“It can be our little secret. Nobody has to know,” Johnny murmurs, ghosting over the seam of Mark’s lips, “come on, Markie. Give your big brother what he wants.”
Heat pools in Mark’s stomach immediately, melting into the couch cushions as Johnny seals their lips together in a messy kiss. Johnny wastes no time prying him open and licking hungrily into his mouth, and he eagerly swallows every muffled whine and moan Mark embarrassingly lets slip. When they break apart, Johnny is grinning like he knows he’s just won, and Mark is sure he looks as pathetic as he feels.
“Come on, let’s get this off,” he murmurs, tugging at the hem of Mark’s shirt. Mark bites his lip and just nods, lifting his arms and allowing Johnny to pull the fabric up and over his head, exposing his bare chest.
He doesn’t think they’ve ever seen each other naked, or exposed in any form. When Mark and his mom moved in with Johnny and his dad, the house had already been big enough to accommodate all four of them. Mark and Johnny always had separate rooms, with their own bathrooms, so there was never an opportunity to see each other, even in passing.
Mark finds himself feeling grateful for that in retrospect. Not only because he thinks seeing Johnny shirtless as a late teenager/early adult would have ruined his life a little bit, but because the way Johnny is staring at him now makes him want to curl up into himself and hide.
“H-Hyung,” he chokes out, uncertain and desperately fighting the urge to cross his arms over his bare chest to protect his decency. Johnny licks his lips, eyes roaming over his soft pale skin, admiring the sharp muscles that have filled out in his arms and shoulders combined with the lingering softness on his chest and stomach from his adolescence.
Then he leans down and lays his tongue flat against Mark’s pebbling nipple. Mark preens, back arching both from surprise and from the jolt of pleasure that shoots straight down his spine.
“Hyung!” He squeals, squirming like a fish out of water as Johnny leaves his tongue repeatedly over the peaked brown nub, completely uncaring of his little brother’s distress. When he finally relents and lifts his head, Mark is flushed a deep red from his chest to his cheeks and is panting like he just ran a marathon, staring up at Johnny like he doesn’t know whether to yell at him or beg for more.
“You’re adorable,” Johnny purrs, tone sickeningly sweet as he reaches down to tug off his own shirt. Any protest Mark had been trying to form dies on his tongue immediately, throat going dry at the sight of Johnny’s firm, toned muscles and washboard abs.
Johnny leans over him again, meeting Mark’s mouth in a slow, languid kiss that has the younger sighing against his mouth, melting into him and giving into the gooey, sappy side of his crush on Johnny. As they make out, Johnny’s hands slide down between them, tugging down Mark’s shorts until they rest just above his knees. Mark gasps into Johnny’s mouth and squeezes his legs shut reflexively, but Johnny pulls them back apart with a firm, stern hand.
Mark is humming with equal parts anxiety and excitement as Johnny’s large, rough palms roam over his body, one of them kneading his thigh while the other squeezes the plush skin of his waist. With shaking hands, Mark reaches out to touch as well, his movements much more reserved and shy and more curious than anything else. His breath hitches as his fingers dance over Johnny’s sinewy torso, giving a tentative squeeze once he reaches a solid bicep. The muscle jumps underneath his hand, and he jolts a little before biting back a laugh. Of course Johnny wouldn’t miss the chance to flex… the show off.
Johnny’s hand slides down until it cups Mark’s erection over his boxers, squeezing it gently. Mark startles, letting out a strangled noise from the back of his throat.
“Cute,” Johnny laughs again, rubbing his thumb over the tip through the fabric before hooking his thumb in the hem and pulling that down too, leaving Mark fully and utterly exposed.
“Hyung…” Mark whines, sounding like a plea. Johnny takes him in with dark, hungry eyes before wrapping one of his ridiculously large hands over Mark’s cock.
“This is cute too,” Johnny coos, giving it a slow, teasing tug. Mark’s eyes roll back, feeling like his world is tilting on his axis. “Not as big as mine. But not bad.”
“S-stop…!” Mark whimpers in what is supposed to be indignation at Johnny’s teasing but comes out a lot more needy. Johnny just grins knowingly and reaches down to pull out his own cock, tucking his sweatpants underneath his heavy balls.
Mark seizes up, still as a statue as he stares at Johnny, his mouth hanging open. Johnny is fucking huge. Mark had never had any insecurities about his own size, but Johnny’s looks like it could be used as a weapon.
“Fuck,” Mark breathes out, his voice sounding a little high and nasally. “Please tell me you’re not putting that thing in me.”
Johnny laughs loud, throwing his head back with it. Mark flushes a deep red and wishes the couch would swallow him—he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“Eventually, yes,” Johnny says, like it’s a given, and Mark feels a zing of arousal shoot through him, “but maybe not today. Gotta work you up to it.”
“I’m not a virgin,” Mark hisses defensively, even as his cheeks burn and his body tenses at the sight of Johnny shuffling closer.
“I know you’re not,” Johnny chuckles in response, pulling Mark’s legs apart and examining him like he’s trying to make a decision, “but I don’t think you’ve ever taken someone as big as me.”
Mark wishes he could say he has, to say something to prove to Johnny that he’s not someone who needs to be coddled and babied. But Johnny’s right—Mark has never taken anything that’s anywhere close to the monster Johnny’s packing.
Johnny nods to himself, like his decision has been made. Mark watches with tentative curiosity as Johnny pushes his knees up to his chest, scooting forward and letting his large, heavy dick rest against Mark’s stomach.
The sight of their cocks sitting next to each other on his abdomen makes Mark’s mouth go dry. He hates to admit it, but the way Johnny dwarfs him makes him thrum with desire.
“What are you—?” Mark starts, but cuts himself off with a gasp as Johnny starts to pull his thighs closed, trapping Johnny’s dick between them.
No way.
“Hyung…!” Mark warbles, watching with parted lips as Johnny thrusts between his thighs, sliding against Mark’s own cock that’s still trapped against his stomach.
“Too dry,” Johnny grunts, mostly to himself, before pulling Mark’s legs apart and spitting on one of his thighs.
Mark flinches as the saliva hits his skin, his head spinning. Johnny just pushes his legs together again, forcing the saliva to pool between them and just slightly drip down to his balls, before he’s sliding his dick between them with much more ease.
Johnny is completely and totally comfortable with maneuvering him around however he pleases, pushing Mark’s legs a little closer to his chest as he begins to rut between his thighs. Mark feels a little scandalized, like Johnny is treating him like a ragdoll to use for his own pleasure.
It makes him go hot with unprecedented arousal, his cock doing a little aborted twitch as it’s trapped against his stomach underneath Johnny’s firm weight.
“Hyung…” he moans breathily, unable to do anything but lay there and take it as Johnny ruts between his thighs. The spit dries rapidly, but Johnny’s dripping precum starts to aid the glide, and Mark flushes at the idea of having his hyung’s fluids coating his skin.
“Mmhm, it feels so good,” Johnny pants out, keeping a steady pace. Mark’s gut sparks with heat everytime he sees the angry red tip of Johnny’s cock poking out between his thighs, beading with thick, clear fluid. Every thrust makes Johnny’s cock rub against his own, and Mark feels dizzy with pleasure. He can’t help but stare up at him, watching as his big brother’s eyebrows furrow in concentration, his jaw tensing as he hovers over him.
This is what it would look like if he was actually fucking me, Mark realizes with a start, and he can’t help the little wanton moan he lets escape in response.
“It’s so tight and warm,” Johnny pants out, meeting his eyes and giving him a smirk that sends sparks shooting down Mark’s spine. “Imagine how much better it’ll feel once I get inside you.”
“Fuck, hyung,” Mark whines, throwing an arm over his face to conceal his blushing, whimpering as Johnny continues.
“What would mom and dad think if they saw us like this, hm?” Johnny taunts, his breath catching as he starts to pick up the pace. Mark feels himself burn with both shock and arousal at once at the mention of their parents. “They wouldn’t understand. I’m just being a good big brother… taking care of you like you deserve.”
“Oh my god,” Mark mutters weakly, squeezing his eyes shut and letting out a downright pathetic whimper as Johnny’s cock repeatedly slides against his, providing a delicious friction that makes his toes curl.
“I can’t leave my baby brother hanging, can I?” Johnny rambles on, his thrusts becoming more aggressive with every filthy word. “Hyung will always take care of you. And you’ll always take care of your hyung too, won’t you?”
Mark nods frantically in response, not trusting himself to form any real words. He squeezes his thighs together a little in an attempt to stave off his orgasm, and it makes Johnny stutter and groan above him. He flushes a little, not having done it intentionally, but then he does it again, just to prove he can be good for his hyung.
“I think I’m gonna cum,” Mark chokes out, panting as Johnny continues fucking his thighs steadily. Johnny lets out a breathy laugh, unable to resist the chance to tease.
“Just from this?” Johnny says mockingly, but there’s a slight pitch to his tone that gives away just how much the idea of it turns him on. Mark can’t even muster any ounce of shame anymore, just nodding and squeezing his thighs together each time Johnny pushes between them.
“Please, hyung,” Mark whines, voice strained as he feels Johnny’s dick rubbing against his own, feeling his arousal building to a boiling point, so close to tipping over the edge. Johnny grunts, sweat beading on his forehead and dripping down his temple as his hips rock forward repeatedly. Mark’s hooded gaze follows a droplet with parted lips, entranced.
“Go ahead then,” Johnny says, in a way that is probably supposed to sound much more confident and put together but comes out strained and broken. Mark feels a pang of gratification, knowing that he’s affecting Johnny the same way Johnny affects him. “Come for hyung.”
The command is the last thing Mark needs. His eyes roll back and he spills all over his stomach with a yelp, shuddering through his orgasm. Above him, Johnny watches with dark, hungry eyes, continuing to steadily fuck his thighs before reaching his own peak, spurting cum all over his little brother’s body.
They stay still for a moment, panting and trying to regain their composure. Johnny slowly withdraws his softening dick from between Mark’s legs, leaving behind a sticky puddle that’s already starting to dry unpleasantly. Mark wrinkles his nose in disdain, but his gut sparks with lingering arousal as he stares down at Johnny’s cum streaking across his thighs.
Like a claim, branding him as his.
“Hyung…” Mark whines weakly, in a tone of voice he usually reserves for when he’s trying to get something he wants out of Johnny, high and needy and pathetic sounding. Johnny folds immediately, leaning down and placing a tender kiss against his forehead, tinged with brotherly affection and something deeper.
“Good boy, Markie. You did so good,” Johnny coos, cupping Mark’s face with a large hand and pulling him into another sweet kiss. Mark meets him eagerly, drinking in the affection, desperately needing the reassurance that nothing major has changed between them.
As Mark starts to come back to his senses, he hears the end credits of the movie playing in the background. As the upbeat tune of “Kung Fu Fighting” fills the air, Mark can’t help but laugh against Johnny’s lips. Johnny chuckles too, pulling away from the kiss and reaching over Mark to grab the remote, shutting off the TV.
“Come on,” Johnny urges gently, sitting back on his heels and grabbing Mark’s hands, pulling him up with him easily. “Let’s get you cleaned up before mom and dad come home.”
Mark flushes but follows easily, feeling like he’s a teenager again as he trails behind Johnny like a lost puppy, squeezing his hyung’s hand tightly.
Because in the end, he doesn’t think he’s ever loved anyone like he loves his big brother.