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“Thanks,” Hyunjin says as the waitress brings their check.
Jisung wordlessly pulls his card out of his wallet and hands it over to Hyunjin. As Hyunjin talks to the waitress and gives them their cards, he pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket. Bleary eyes blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear away some of the effect of the alcohol, Jisung stares down at the lockscreen. It’s just after two o’clock in the morning. As he clumsily slides it back into his pocket, a strange feeling overcomes him—not the usual drunken dizziness, no, it’s something below the belt, a hard-to-ignore tingling and tightening.
Jisung tries to mentally shake off the feeling.
“Are you okay?” Hyunjin asks, looking at him with a tiny amount of concern on his face.
At his friend’s words, Jisung realizes that his brows are furrowed deeply in his confusion. He relaxes his face. “I’m fine.”
Hyunjin nods as he continues to stare at him, clearly unconvinced by Jisung’s words.
It irks Jisung. He barely even considers Hyunjin a friend.
They met several months ago through a couple of mutual friends, but they’ve always clashed and gotten into arguments. If Jisung says they should get Chinese food, then Hyunjin wants Japanese food. If Jisung says they should meet up at eight, then Hyunjin wants to meet at nine. If Jisung wants to go to a bar to drink, then Hyunjin wants to go to a nightclub. It never ends.
So when Hyunjin unexpectedly invited him, and only him, out for drinks two weeks ago, Jisung was certainly surprised. Hyunjin said he had noticed their frequent disagreements—truly a genius observation—and wanted to spend some one-on-one time with him to try to ‘clear the air.’ In Jisung’s opinion, there’s never been any air to clear, but a free meal and drinks are still free, so he agreed, and surprisingly, the night went well enough that they didn’t have to end it with a fist fight.
The rest of the group was so thrilled about their apparent ability to be ‘civil’ with each other, so Jisung invited Hyunjin out again tonight, but only if they split the bill, of course.
They sit in silence as they wait for the waitress to return with their cards. It would probably be awkward if Jisung was sober enough to care. Looking across the table at Hyunjin, though, he seems more tipsy than drunk. Weird.
A few minutes later, Jisung is stumbling out of the bar with Hyunjin closely behind, albeit more stable. Hyunjin’s apartment building is just a couple blocks past Jisung’s own, so they begin their walk in the quiet darkness of the night. Jisung’s cock is rock hard, which is both annoying and absolutely embarrassing. Usually alcohol has the opposite effect, so why the hell is he fully erect right now? He shoves his hands into his pockets to hide it and tries his best to act as natural as possible. He definitely doesn’t want Hyunjin, of all people in the world, to notice that he’s randomly hard. As he walks, he tries to think about other things, but his mind keeps looping back to his arousal.
It gradually becomes harder to walk straight as Jisung’s dizziness becomes worse. How many drinks did he have? He didn’t feel that drunk when they first left the bar. He accidentally stumbles into Hyunjin walking beside him.
“Woah,” Hyunjin says, laughing as he takes hold of Jisung to steer him back onto his own path. “Are you really okay?”
“Yeah,” Jisung mumbles. “Just dizzy.”
“How much did you drink?” Hyunjin asks.
Jisung shrugs. “No more than usual.”
“Looked like more than usual to me,” Hyunjin says under his breath.
“What was that?” Jisung asks loudly, spinning on his toes to face Hyunjin. He stumbles. “What are you, my girlfriend? Don’t count my drinks, ‘s none of your business.”
In the city lights, Jisung sees Hyunjin roll his eyes. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”
“You wish you were a work!” Jisung drunkenly slurs, steeping closer to get into Hyunjin’s face. “Fuck you. You’re a… You’re a, a—”
Jisung quickly turns to the side and bends forward, dry-heaving on the street.
“Ugh, what the fuck?” Hyunjin exclaims, stepping back as disgusting sounds continue to pour out of Jisung. Yet, he still stands there and waits patiently for Jisung to stop dry-heaving.
When Jisung manages to straighten himself back out, he stumbles a bit, instinctively bringing a sleeve up to wipe his mouth despite nothing being there to wipe away.
Hyunjin grabs him by the arm to steady him. “Look.” He points toward a nearby dimly lit alley beside a closed restaurant. “We can wait there until you’re… all settled.”
Jisung wants to pull his arm out of Hyunjin’s grasp, but he feels like he’s tumbling to the ground over and over again. His stomach hurts, and everything is blurry.
Hyunjin carefully pulls Jisung into the alley. Jisung leans back against the brick wall. Without a verbal explanation, Hyunjin steps closer to him, eyes very focused on his face. He places one hand to Jisung’s forehead. Jisung attempts to turn away in response, and Hyunjin tries to put a hand on his hip to hold him still, but his arm accidentally brushes against Jisung’s erection in the process.
“Oh,” Hyunjin says, looking down at Jisung’s bulge.
“Stop,” Jisung says simply, still dizzy, but looking up at Hyunjin’s face. This is so embarrassed. Not only is he stumbling all around, almost throwing up on the street, but now Hyunjin is looking at his unexplainable, random boner.
“It’s not a big deal,” Hyunjin says despite continuing to stare at it. “Something like this happened to me after drinking once too. The best thing to do is just get it over with quickly, and then you’ll feel fine enough to walk home.” Finally looking up at Jisung’s face, he releases him and takes a small step back to give him some space.
“What?” Jisung asks.
“You know,” Hyunjin says. “Take care of it.”
Jisung’s brows furrow in confusion. He must be having auditory hallucinations now too because there’s no way Hyunjin is actually telling him to jerk off right here in an alley in front of him.
“That’s crazy.”
“I won’t tell anyone,” Hyunjin says. He cranes his neck to look out at the street they just came from. “No one will see you from here.”
“I should jerk off?” Jisung asks. “Really?”
Hyunjin nods, and nothing in his expression gives away anything about this being a joke. “I know it’s awkward, but, hey, it’ll be a funny story to tell later, at least!”
Jisung tries to consider it despite his dizziness. Hyunjin said that it’s happened to him before, so at least, this isn’t incredibly abnormal… but jerking off in public? Did Hyunjin do that? He says no one would see, but what if they do? What if someone he knows catches him? What would they think if they saw Jisung jerking off in front of his friend?
“It’s… embarrassing,” Jisung mumbles.
“Embarrassing?” Hyunjin asks as if being embarrassed about jerking off in public is shocking. “If you’re too embarrassed to do it yourself, I could help.” He shrugs nonchalantly.
“No!” Jisung exclaims. Hyunjin said it would make him feel less sick, and Jisung doesn’t think he would straight-up lie. Feeling like he has no other choice, Jisung sighs. “I’ll do it, I guess.”
He hesitates to begin. Glancing up at Hyunjin, whose eyes are glued to Jisung’s bulge, it seems the other man has no intention to give him any privacy. Still leaning against the wall to steady himself, Jisung slowly reaches for his fly. He pops the button open, then unzips the zipper. He feels his cock twitch in anticipation of being handled, and he hopes that Hyunjin couldn’t see it.
With more room with his jeans open, Jisung slowly reaches his right hand into his black underwear. When his fingertips finally graze over his cock, he shudders a little. He rubs his fingers over himself for several seconds before Hyunjin speaks.
“You wanna walk home with cold cum in your underwear?” Hyunjin asks. His arms are crossed over his chest now, and he sounds impatient.
“No…” Jisung answers quietly.
“Take it out, then,” Hyunjin orders.
Unwilling, or maybe just unable to fight, Jisung grabs the waistband of his underwear with his other hand. He takes a deep breath, then pulls it down while pulling his cock out with his right hand. Unable to help himself, he glances up at Hyunjin to see his reaction.
Hyunjin’s face is mostly neutral, but his eyes are undoubtedly fixed on Jisung’s cock. He looks… almost stern.
Jisung moves his hand to slowly stroke himself. The sensation of having his cock out in the chilly night air is sobering, and it actually does help get rid of some of his dizziness. His cock is so painfully sensitive, aching to be thrust deep inside something.
“Faster,” Hyunjin says.
Jisung’s cock twitches at Hyunjin’s instruction. He doesn’t know why, but he moves his hand faster. His heart is racing, both from fear of being caught and the intense pleasure he’s giving himself. Seeing Hyunjin watching him so intently only makes it worse. Still stroking his cock, Jisung turns his head to look behind him, at the entrance of the alleyway.
“Don’t worry,” Hyunjin says in a low voice. “No one else will see you like this.”
Turning his head to look back at Hyunjin, Jisung’s tongue darts out to wet his lips. The alley is much darker than the street, but nothing could hide Hyunjin’s dark eyes, carefully watching Jisung’s hand move on his cock, needing to take in every last detail.
“That’s it,” Hyunjin praises in a breathy voice. “Keep going.”
Panting a little, Jisung keeps touching himself. His hand slides up and down his cock easily. He swipes his thumb over the head, smearing a drop of precum.
“Fuck…” Jisung moans quietly.
Hyunjin steps closer, crowding Jisung’s body against the brick wall. Their eyes meet. Hyunjin isn’t looking at him, though; he’s looking into him. A wave of humiliation suddenly washes over Jisung, but it only serves to fuel his arousal. Hyunjin’s face comes a bit closer, and Jisung’s eyes begin to flutter, expecting a kiss.
But Hyunjin suddenly looks down to continue watching Jisung get himself off.
The proximity makes Jisung feel even more desperate to cum. He hates that he’s being watched at his most embarrassing, and he hates that it’s Hyunjin watching it, but Jisung’s cock is aching, and body heat is still body heat.
“Grip yourself tighter,” Hyunjin urges.
Jisung ignores him.
“Do it, Jisung,” Hyunjin continues, voice scarily serious. “Tighter.”
Biting his lip, Jisung relents—squeezing himself a little tighter as he continues to stroke.
“Does it feel good, hm?” Hyunjin asks quietly.
Jisung nods as he quickly strokes his cock.
“Say it.”
“It f-feels good…” Jisung says as quietly as possible. His face heats up even more at the embarrassment of saying it aloud with Hyunjin directly in front of him.
“Feels good touching yourself?” Hyunjin asks. “With people passing by? With me right here, watching everything?”
Jisung squeezes his eyes shut. Fuck Hyunjin. He just needs to cum, and then he can go home, go to sleep, and wake up in the morning like nothing ever happened. This will all be a distant memory; hopefully it’ll only be remembered as a vague dream.
“You’re doing so well,” Hyunjin whispers into Jisung’s ear.
Jisung shivers at the contrast of his warm breath with the increasingly colder night air. He opens his eyes again to look at Hyunjin. He’s still looking down, and when Jisung’s own eyes trail downward, he soon notes that Hyunjin is palming himself. He’s getting off on watching Jisung masturbate.
A small whimper escapes Jisung as he feels himself inch closer to the point of no return.
“Not yet,” Hyunjin says quickly. “Don’t cum yet.”
“H-Hyunjin,” Jisung lets out. He doesn’t know why Hyunjin’s name was on the tip of his tongue, just waiting to tumble out, but it makes him angry again. He strokes himself faster. Why should Hyunjin have any say in when he cums? Hyunjin is nothing. They’re not even real friends. Hyunjin is the worst, and Jisung wishes they’d never met.
“Jisung, don’t fucking cum,” Hyunjin says, again using his scary voice.
Jisung tries his best to ignore him.
“You want everyone to know about this?” Hyunjin asks. “You rock hard in an alley, forcing me to watch as you get yourself off. It’s not a good thing to be known for, is it? What would Minho-hyung think? He’d be disgusted, I bet.”
Jisung releases his cock before he can cum. Minho is his best friend, and they’ve been friends for years. Everyone in the group knows that. Hyunjin would really lie about being sexually assaulted just to make Minho hate him? Why?
Hyunjin smiles. “You listen well, don’t you? Just need some motivation, I guess.”
Jisung wants to punch him.
“Okay, go on,” Hyunjin says, glancing back down at Jisung’s cock. “You still need to cum to be able to walk home.”
With a deep inhale, Jisung brings his hand back to his cock. He strokes himself quickly again. It doesn't take long for him to feel close again. Why is he so horny out of nowhere?
Hyunjin’s eyes keep flickering between Jisung’s cock and face as Jisung lets out more small sounds.
“Are you close?” Hyunjin asks.
With his bottom lip between his teeth, Jisung nods.
“Ask me if you can cum,” Hyunjin says casually.
Jisung’s brows furrow. What the hell is this guy’s problem? He keeps stroking his cock, working himself closer and closer to cumming.
“Can, can I cum?” Jisung squeaks.
“‘Hyunjin, can I cum?’” Hyunjin corrects.
Hyunjin will be dead the next time they meet.
“Hyunjin… can I cum?” Jisung says pathetically.
“Hm…” Hyunjin hums in mock thought. “Do you really want to?”
“Please,” Jisung begs. “Hyunjin, can I cum? Please let me cum.”
Hyunjin smiles and steps aside. “Of course you can, Jisung.”
Jisung’s cock twitches, and then cum is shooting out in thick ropes, falling upon the pavement indecently. A long moan escapes Jisung’s lips as he milks himself through it. The post-orgasm clarity comes painfully quickly, and he looks over at Hyunjin standing beside him as he strokes the last of his cum out.
“That little blue pill really did the trick, didn’t it?” Hyunjin asks, laughing. “You looked like you were having even more fun than me.”
Jisung blinks at him in confusion before glancing down to shove himself back into his clothes. Hyunjin lets out one more cruel laugh before leaving the alley, along with Jisung and his shame, behind.