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Jake really can't help it.
He blames their stylists and makeup artists, thinks they must really be out to get him. Because why.
Why would they make Jay look like that?
Sure, all seven of them were styled relatively similarly, but Jay…
It was dangerous—from the skin-tight, white tank top with mesh details he was wearing, to the gorgeous sparkling glow of his deep honey skin, perfectly accentuated by meticulously placed water droplets and the heavy rose-colored blush spread across the apples of his cheeks. There was a bit smudged across the high bridge of his nose, too, giving him a dazed, feverish look.
It gets even worse when Jake looks into the viewfinder behind the camera—its mega-HD lens sporting better vision than his inferior human eyes ever could, even wearing high prescription contacts. Because Jake’s never been this close to Jay’s face before—at least…not in such great lighting.
No, whenever he and Jay got close, close enough to see everything about each other, it would be in the dark. Under the covers. Every sight a black haze of hot breaths and muffled noises, where Jake would have his face buried deep into the space between Jay’s neck and shoulder, greedily licking and kissing at every patch of soft tanned skin he could get his mouth on.
He’d even bitten Jay once—when they first started messing around. Left punctured teeth marks and enthusiastically sucked rich, vibrantly colored love bites all over Jay’s neck. He just—liked it. Thought Jay looked pretty like that, covered in red and purple splotches that seemed to bloom like flowers, a constant reminder of what they’d done. Of what Jake had done.
But those kinds of marks were hard to hide. And during busy, promo-filled weeks like these, where they were preparing for a comeback and filming music videos, taking countless pictures—Jake was fine covering Jay’s smooth honey skin in his saliva instead. Continuously licking at the same spot over and over again until Jay complained that his skin felt raw and overstimulated, berating Jake for being into such wet, messy foreplay when he was the one constantly on his ass about cleanliness during their time as roommates.
But with his mouth busy sucking on Jay's neck, Jake couldn’t have cared less about the pointed jab. Not then and certainly not now as he swallows hard, feels the distinct movement of his throat bobbing up and down as he tries to look casual hanging around the set of Jay’s photoshoot. 'Nonchalantly' glancing at the viewfinder and acting as if he was waiting for his own turn to start (he wasn't).
And, yeah—the amount of detail was crazy.
Under the bright lights and quick white flashes, every little thing about Jay’s handsome features was enlarged and magnified.
Jake feels personally attacked every time the camera director zooms in on a shot, forcing his brain to gobble up countless micro-details about Jay’s face that were sure to keep him up all night—like how his bro had the cutest fucking freckles peppered all across the bridge of his nose. Like little stars.
Seriously, Jake could have gone his whole life without knowing such a thing, and he would’ve been fine. But, fuck.
How was he supposed to act normal now?
It didn’t help that Jay’s photoshoot concept was him sitting by a pool, which meant that his hair was wet along with his clothes—which, by the way, were purposefully disheveled so that fans could see he was wearing a tank top underneath.
It might be because of their long working hours or the heat from the bright lighting, too—but Jay’s smooth sun-kissed skin was looking more shiny by the minute, the concoction of water droplets the makeup artists had placed all over Jay’s cheeks, neck, and collarbone doing their job and making him look as if he had just taken a dip in the pool himself.
But what sucked the most, more than anything in Jake’s opinion, is the fuck ton of clear lip gloss they decided to slather across the entirety of Jay’s lips.
Those tiny, heart-shaped lips that already had very little real estate to begin with, were somehow withholding their own against a thick layer of shiny sticky gloss, so reflective against the photoshoot lighting it almost made them look wet. So soft and pink it was as if they were made of squishy jelly candy— and Jake simply had to eat them. Just one bite.
At least, that's what the carnal urge slithering its way into his gut was telling him. That he should pin Jay to the pool floor and roughly suck the gloss off those tiny lips until they were slick and shiny with his saliva instead.
Jake bites his lip, zoning out as the camera director checks on another still shot, this one a breathtaking image of Jay’s angular side profile and killer jawline, high-res pixels only emphasizing how long and pretty the tanned boy's eyelashes are with his gaze casted downwards.
But even then, Jake finds himself unable to look away from the soft pink appendage that every part of his body was just dying to play with.
Usually, he would try a bit harder to suppress these kinds of impulsive desires. Again, they were busy, had a ton of schedules, blah blah blah. But like an angel from above comes to whisper in his ear, Jake realizes something amazing.
His birthday was coming up soon.
“Early…birthday present?”
Later that night Jay sits lazily slumped against the wall in his room, one of his prized electric guitars resting in his lap as he mindlessly strums a faint, soothing melody of a song he's been trying to learn.
“Mhmm,” Jake nods his head like an excited puppy, spinning himself around in Jay’s desk chair to continue, “well—it doesn’t have to be early. I can wait. But soooo…will you do it? You'll do it, right?”
Jay snorts at him. “You haven't even told me what it is, man.”
“Can’t you just agree first?” Jake moans miserably, legs restless as he kicks at thin air, and Jay feels the urge to roll his eyes into the back of his skull.
“I’ll listen to what you have in mind first, and then decide. Sunghoon’s birthday is coming up soon, too. I gotta budget between you guys fairly.”
Busy concentrating on placing his fingers over the right combination of strings, Jay startles when he feels a sudden weight drop on top of him and a breathy voice practically whine in his ear, “it’s my birthday. Don't talk about Hoon.”
Slowly setting his guitar off to the side before Jake does something horrendous like sit on it, Jay stares down at where the dramatic puppy has taken to throwing himself across his lap like a damsel in distress, both of them sprawled on the bed now.
Shifting to accommodate the added weight on his thighs and reaching for his phone, Jay taps around for a second, tries his best to stop the nervous thrumming in his chest as he scoffs (with little to no bite at all), “It’s not even your birthday yet.”
“But it will be.” Jake’s counter is immediate, and so is the way he snatches Jay’s phone right out of his hands, as if screaming pay attention to me.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jay sighs softly, making an annoyed grunt when he tries to take his phone back only for Jake to move it out of reach again. Curses. “So tell me what you want already. And can it please stop before four figures? I—”
“It’s not money,” Jake quickly interrupts, finally removing his body weight off of Jay’s legs when the tanned boy mumbles that they're falling asleep. He sits up against the wall next to Jay instead, leaning his head on his American bro’s shoulder when he whispers, “You can’t buy it with money…it’s a favor. Just a small one.”
“Oh.” Jay sucks in a breath, eyes blinking in the dim lighting of his room. He clears his throat. “'Kay, so…what is it?”
“Y-Your mouth,” Jake answers softly, boyish mind uselessly replaying how pretty Jay had looked during their jacket shooting just hours ago. “Let me use your mouth…however I want,” the Australian boy requests, biting at his bottom lip and pleading, “Just for one night, Jay-yah. Please!”
Jay swallows, powerless at stopping the erratic way his heart was now beating out of his chest, honestly wanting to get up and sit somewhere else in the room, maybe even leave the room completely. Just somewhere not right next to his best friend, who just asked—
“One night is kinda long,” Jay tries to joke, voice sounding more shaky if anything.
“We can stop at midnight,” Jake reassures him seriously, leaning forward to try and get some sort of grasp at the expression Jay was making, endeared when he catches how Jay’s ears seem to glow with warmth, one of his bro’s hands gripping at his bedsheets on and off. Jay was nervous, and it was cute.
“The minute my birthday’s over, we’ll stop. I won't even come over that early,” Jake promises, sounding like a puppy begging for treats now as he urges, “It’ll be after dinner ‘n stuff. C’mon, you can handle a couple of hours, can’t you?”
“With you? Unlikely.” Jay grimaces, finally giving into his shyness and moving back to put a bit of space in between them, so that their thighs weren't literally pressing against each other. He felt like he was going crazy.
Jake’s request echoes in his head.
Let me use your mouth however I want.
The words themselves were dangerous, but even more concerning was the flutter of excitement Jay felt in his lower stomach. He and Jake, they’ve—made out. A lot. Given each other hand jobs. Rutted against each other like a little dog and cat fighting until they both embarrassingly came in their pajamas (that was their first escapade, a really long time ago).
But they’ve never…well—at least he’s never…
Jay’s rapid flow of really gay things we’ve done together thoughts gets interrupted when Jake’s sweet voice is talking into his ear again, softly appealing his case. “I’ll be gentle, Jay-yah~ I promise. Pleeease.”
“Go—over there,” the tanned boy hisses, shoving Jake in the shoulder and clutching at his poor victimized ear that has now joined the cherry tomato family. “You’re such a little creep,” Jay squeaks, sharp cat eyes falling closed as he sighs tiredly, cheeks flushing. Why. Why him.
“Is that a yes?” Jake doesn't even blink twice at the little creep insult. Based on what he was planning to do, Jay was kind of right. It was a little creepy. But—he was a weak boy with impulsive wants and urges and his best bro had the prettiest lips he’s ever seen, and he even managed to get the stylist noonas to give him the clear gloss they used on Jay on set today. There was no turning back now.
“Jay-yah…” Jake mumbles timidly, poking the other in the side after five seconds of relative silence.
Jay slaps away the annoying bony fingers poking at him, making the very stupid, very grave mistake of looking over at Jake’s face—his same-aged friend’s pouty, dejected, puppy-like face, and folding.
Like a goddamn piece of flower-patterned origami paper.
“Whatever,” he agrees, swatting at the little part of his chest that warms at the way Jake’s face immediately brightens up with rainbows and sparkles. Cheeks adorning the same rosy glow as his ears. “One night…is fine. I guess.”
“Whatever I want, right?” Jake gasps, whispering excitedly like a kid in a candy store. Jay already knows he’s going to regret this decision in the coming days. He could feel it.
“Just…my mouth, yeah,” Jay feels his life energy slowly draining from his soul, only having enough power left to shyly and reluctantly confirm, “…Whatever you want.”
“Yes!” Unable to stop the cuteness aggression from overtaking his body, of course Jake launches himself right on top of his former roommate, essentially mauling Jay with a combination of tummy rubs and kisses, both of which are venomously rejected as Jay quickly shoves him right off of the edge of the bed, Jake landing on the floor with a soft oof.
But nothing could bring Jake down from the cloud of marshmallows and sparkles he was currently floating on, the Australian boy springing to his feet with a happily giggled, “You’re the best, Jay-yah!” before he’s running out the door. Leaving said Jay-yah to sit all ruffled up by Jake’s puppy attack on the edge of his bed, wondering, faintly, how he ended up here. Unable to say no to a spoiled puppy who could get him to bend over backwards with enough whining and pouting. It didn't help that it was Jake’s birthday.
You were supposed to spoil your friends on their birthdays, right?
“…You want the light on?” Jay sputters incredulously, still towel drying his hair from where he’d just gotten back from taking a quick shower, only to be greeted by a cheerful birthday boy hanging upside down on his bed like he owned the place. It was November 15th, around 10pm. Two hours. Jay thought he could survive a measly two hours at Jake’s beck and call, but—
“Yeah,” the puppy nods confidently, like that much was obvious. Even going so far as to pout. “Otherwise how am I supposed to see you?”
“You—why would you want to see me?” Jay frowns confusedly, turning the other way and nearly choking when Jake blurts out, again, like it was two plus two equals four, “'Cause you’re pretty.”
Stop that. Jay scolds his heart, the stupid bodily organ seemingly set on jumping out of his ribcage and right into Jake’s overly affectionate arms. He hides the stark embarrassment he feels with a softer scoff, trying to tell himself it wasn’t a big deal. That Jake was saying such things to make fun of him, like always.
“Whatever, man.”
Once his hair is fairly dry and he’s standing with his arms loosely crossed, hovering over the Australian boy currently making him feel like an intruder in his own room, Jay hits the light switch. He squints at the brightness for a moment before stiffly asking, “So…what now?”
They were both in comfortable pajamas already, Jay in a thin cotton t-shirt and airy shorts that hit just below mid-thigh, while Jake was in a fitted tank and soft pajama bottoms. If it wasn’t for the degenerate nonsense Jay knew was about to happen, it’d almost be like they were two college boys having a sleepover. Or something.
“Mmmm,” Jake hums, making a cute face as he thinks for a second. “Lay down,” the puppy finally decides, scooting towards the wall so that Jay can lay on the pillows.
“All the way?” Jay blinks, cautiously lowering himself onto the bed.
“Mhmm,” Jake smiles, one of those pretty ones that make grown women fall to their knees at how beautiful he is. “Comfy?” He asks, once Jay is laying in bed and feels like he’s on some kind of surgical table. Okay—that was an exaggeration. But, still.
“This is so awkward,” the tanned boy huffs quietly, nudging at one of Jake’s socked feet that keeps annoyingly digging into his calf. “Just—hurry up, bro. We have to wake up early as fuck for schedules tomorrow.”
Jake pouts at him, beautiful smile shrinking, and Jay hates the way he feels like reaching out and ruffling the puppy’s wavy long hair and maybe even saying he didn’t mean it. Wow. He really was a weakling.
“That’s not very romantic, Jay-yah.”
“You…want this to be romantic?” Jay frowns, confused as all hell for the second time in, like, ten minutes. First the lights all the way on (which—by the way, did not feel romantic to him), and now—
“Yeah, so,” Jake reaches down, hand pushing at one of Jay’s cheeks until Jay is looking at him and not the ceiling. “Act cute. Please? It’s my birthday.” Jake reminds him, pouting again just for good measure and maximum guilt tripping potential.
“Ugh, gimme your phone.” Jay tries not to scrunch up and snap at Jake’s hand touching his face, but he thinks he fails. Opening the clock app and setting an alarm for midnight, the American-born sighs, setting Jake’s phone onto his bedside table before lying back down.
“You have an hour and forty-five minutes. Knock yourself out.”
Jay can’t help but shrink back a little, however, trying to push himself deeper and deeper back into the pillows when Jake sits up halfway to rest on his elbow, looking down at him—at his face. Just staring. And then Jay unmistakably hears the sound of plastic being tapped on, suspicious cat eyes shooting down to where Jake’s holding—lip…gloss? Where the fuck did he get that?
Jake catches the panicked look in the tanned boy’s sharply cut eyes, saying sweetly, before Jay can even get a word out, “You said whatever I want, remember?”
Dangerous, dangerous words. God.
Jay swallows thickly, pupils darting between the pleased and expectant look on his former roommate’s face and the unit of clear lip gloss Jake was now unscrewing the top from with one hand, warily monitoring every movement.
It’s not like they were strangers to wearing makeup. As idols, they wore some everyday for concert stages and broadcasts, ranging from bb cream to lip tints and even smokey eyeshadow, depending on their concept. Jay tells himself that he should just be glad the gloss is clear and not some weird glittery color only Jake would pick out for him. That it’s basically just lip balm (it’s not—it’s way shinier, stickier, and he’s never kissed anyone with it on before, either, but thinking about that just makes him panic more, so).
“Part your lips a little, Jay-yah,” Jake urges, hovering the wand of the lip gloss tube in front of his bro's face.
“You're so weird,” Jay heatedly whispers back, but listens. Opens his mouth, just a little. Can’t help the way he flinches back slightly (eyebrows furrowing in annoyance when Jake whispers cute) as the sticky applicator presses into him, rubbing back and forth until his bottom lip is all covered, and then his top. Both fully saturated in the gloopy stuff.
“You wore this stuff for the MV shooting last week…the stylist noonas chose it for you,” Jake starts off quietly, like he knew Jay was confused as fuck about where all this was coming from. He stares openly and unabashedly at tiny heart-shaped lips as he continues applying the clear gloss, not even bothering to hide how captivated and borderline infatuated he was with them.
“It looked really pretty. Your photos came out well, too—I just- I legit couldn’t stop thinking about this, bro…” Jake whispers the explanation as if it was a serious problem, caping the lip gloss off when he’s satisfied, and using his pointer finger to smudge at one of the sticky corners of Jay's mouth. Leaning back to admire his handy work.
“About…lip gloss,” Jay deadpans slowly, ears warm and eyes half-lidded.
“Your lips in lip gloss, more specifically.” Jake sounds amused by Jay's lack of self-awareness, enthralled gaze still fixated on the other boy’s mouth. His finger never leaves Jay’s lips, instead just rubbing the thick layer of lip gloss in, breath hitching at how soft and squishy the pink flesh feels as he does it. Oh, this was amazing.
“Your mouth is so fucking tiny,” the Australian breathes out practically in awe, Jake biting at his own thicker bottom lip as he mentally compares their contrasting sizes. “When we kiss, I think my mouth literally devours yours. It's kinda cute.”
Jay’s eyes flutter at the odd feeling of Jake’s finger slowly rubbing back and forth along his lips. Out of all the little creep things Jake was planning on doing, this…wasn’t what he was expecting. Still, he feels the need to defend his visual proportions, Jay struggling to keep holding his mouth open as he fuzzily enunciates, “Fuck off, yours are just huge.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Jake agrees, now taking Jay’s squishy bottom lip between his pointer finger and his thumb, pulling on it a little and waiting for Jay to make this small annoyed sound before he lets go. “But yours are still teeny tiny.”
Rolling his eyes, Jay finally gives up at holding his mouth open and lets his lips touch together when he talks, soft flesh enclosing around Jake’s finger that’s gone back to rubbing along the slick stickiness on his bottom lip, seemingly having the time of his life. “Please don’t tell me this is all we’re gonna do for two hours.”
Reveling in the wet softness of Jay’s mouth brushing against his finger, Jake giggles. “Why? You want kisses?” He bites his lip and grins teasingly when Jay scoffs a quiet you’re crazy, sweet voice a calming, reassuring lull. “We have lots of time for kisses, Jay-yah…and some other stuff,” he whispers.
Jay tries to ignore the wave of butterflies that surrounds him when Jake says some other stuff, still feeling awkward and a little shy to just be—lying here. With his bro feeling up his lips like they were the most interesting specimen he’s ever seen.
Weirdo. The tanned boy can’t help but think to himself embarrassedly, especially when Jake won’t shut up.
“Fuck,” the Australian boy mumbles, the single digit he’s been using to poke and prod at Jay’s plushy lips pressing down harder, rubbing along the top one, too, in tiny circles, completely enamored. “They’re just so soft and pink and pretty…and little,” Jake whines, like it simply wasn’t fair.
“Like, I’m touching them, right?” He moves his finger up and down, the stickiness of the gloss helping the slide become juicy, making these wet sounds. “If I close my eyes, I swear I’m touching a pussy. They’re that soft.”
“I’m—actually going to kill you? I'm going to murder you in your sleep. What the fuck.” Jay’s cheeks absolutely burn, feeling hot literally everywhere at the lewd comparison, unsure whether the heat is coming from the humiliation, anger, or god forbid, arousal swirling deep inside his stomach. No way. There was no way he actually found what Jake said—
“Okay,” the Australian quips, ignoring Jay’s outburst completely, as if his own line had turned him on way too much to be patient. “I’m ready for kisses.”
“I-I’m not—” Jay tries, expression slightly horrified when Jake squeals, “Oh, wait, you’re right. I should apply more lip gloss first. Haha, what was I thinking?”
How much time was left on the fucking timer? Jay blinks up at the ceiling, hands tightly fisted into his bedsheets as Jake follows through with his prized epiphany, slathering more clear gloss all over his best bro’s tiny mouth, application a lot messier this time.
“Doesn’t have to be neat,” Jake shrugs, smiling a little devilishly. “'Cause I'm gonna lick it all off, anyway.”
Jay feels his cheeks flush again. “A dog. You're actually a dog.”
“And you're a little kitty,” Jake snorts, scooting up a bit and gently tilting Jay’s head back, voice much lower this time when he firmly instructs, in English, “Keep your mouth open for me, love. And stay still.”
Begrudgingly doing as his Australian group mate says, albeit shakily and with wary caution, Jay’s sharp eyes tightly squeeze shut, quiet overwhelmed noises leaving his throat when Jake doesn't kiss him—no, instead the elated birthday boy leans down, hovers his mouth right above Jay’s own, and languidly sticks his tongue out, Jake laying the wet muscle flat over Jay’s tiny heart-shaped lips and enthusiastically licking the gloss off. It’s strawberry flavored.
Jay whimpers at the warmth of Jake’s tongue as it laps softly at his face and inside his mouth, the eager puppy not making any effort to kiss him, but simply flicking his tongue around the rim of Jay’s pillowy lips, licking and sucking at the squishy flesh until the gloss is all but gone, and Jay’s pretty pink lips are a bit swollen from being played with, shiny and glistening with the aftermath of Jake’s saliva.
It felt so—gross, and wet and weird, so why did he—why–
“Someone’s hard,” Jake giggles, whispering like he was revealing some dirty secret and greedily sucking the last of the gloss off of Jay’s cute bottom lip before pulling away slightly. The hand he’s been using to smooth Jay's hair out of his face, to caress his bro's cheeks and ears—slides downwards, until naughty fingers firmly squeeze around the girthy outline of Jay’s little problem, drawing a breathy fuck, wait from the tanned boy squirming underneath him.
“Hey, Jay-yah,” the little demon puppy is already whispering, before Jay can even finish processing the ashes of his humiliation. “Want me to make you come? Just from having my tongue in your mouth? You’re so easy and sensitive I think I could do it, honestly.”
“Fuck you,” Jay hisses at the indirect diss, grabbing at Jake’s wrist to stop the grabby hand that keeps rubbing and tracing light patterns into his bare skin where his pajama shirt had ridden up a bit. “S-Stop touching—”
“Wait, why am I asking?” If Jake had a tail, it would be wagging excitedly. “I can just do it. As long as I only use your mouth, right?” Gripping firmly at the small of Jay’s petite waist and pulling the tanned boy towards him roughly, Jake’s knocking their noses together and sweetly cooing, “Open up, babe.”
There’s no waiting around for Jay to open his cute mouth willingly this time, though—Jake taking liberty to force those tiny lips apart either way, moaning softly at the surprised, whimpering gasp Jay makes when he digs his fingers into the warmth of Jay’s bare waist, holding him in place while Jake angles his head so that he can violate Jay's mouth at a better, deeper angle.
From there Jake’s touch is just as wet and messy, kisses filthy yet also somehow entirely soft, the kind only lovers would dare perform as Jake keeps rubbing encouraging circles into Jay’s waist, using every whine and gasp for air from the tanned boy as an opportunity to slide his tongue deep between those tiny lips, backing off for a second to hotly whisper, “Tell me what you think of when I do this, ‘kay?”
“J-Jake—” is the only word, the only name Jay manages to gasp before those same firm, rough fingers are holding his jaw in place, laying his head back against the pillows behind them.
“Don’t move,” Jake whispers, “pretty holes don't move. They stay still and take what’s given to them.”
Fuck. Fuck. Could he stop talking like that—could he please stop talking like, like—
Any coherent thought in Jay’s head makes itself scarce, when Jake tilts his jaw further upwards so that he’s laying parallel to Jake’s own mouth, smushes their lips together, and repeatedly begins inserting and withdrawing his tongue from between Jay’s tiny lips. He dips in and out of the tanned boy’s mouth at a rhythmic pace, so that Jay feels deliciously full and then painfully empty over and over again in a way that was obviously supposed to resemble…
“'m gonna stick my cock inside you just like this,” Jake murmurs, hot and breathy right against Jay’s lips. “Hope it’ll fit. Your little mouth pussy’s so tiny, I just know it’ll be so tight.”
“God—I-I hate you,” Jay whines, voice breaking, thighs squeezing together, absolutely mortified at the way he feels himself throb between his legs. “You and your weird little freak brain—mmmh!” He doesn't get to finish—Jake’s tongue is inside his mouth again, feeling around, messily swapping their saliva as he likes.
And it wasn't just Jake’s mouth that was bigger than his, it was his lips, too, so soft and plush it was borderline overstimulating being kissed by them, how eagerly Jake moves against his own, rubbing them together, Jay's entire mouth easily swallowed and devoured, just like Jake had said.
It makes a surge of heat rush into his lower stomach, and Jay's a complete goner—absolutely weak when Jake whispers suck on my tongue, baby and Jay’s doing his best to listen, applying tight suction around the long appendage while Jake pistons it between his lips, this time achingly slow, so that Jay can savor the feeling of having his mouth filled. Can really imagine Jake performing the thrusting motions happening somewhere else, deep inside him, and it’s so fucking bad.
“W-Wait, stop—” Jay squeaks panickedly, trying to shy away.
But Jake’s having none of that, simply cranes his neck forward and brings his hand up to firmly hold Jay’s head in place, tilting his own sideways a little, gagging any of the stubborn boy’s protests with his tongue. They're both making such embarrassing noises—Jake supplementing his whiny, appreciative moans with desperate praises, hushed whispers of, “God, you’re so pretty, Jay-yah, so wet and messy, can't wait to be inside you. You'll let me, won't you?”
The hot feeling between his legs comes to a high, and Jay can’t hold it any longer, completely unraveled by Jake’s plump lips and skillful tongue, the Australian boy dealing the last fatal blow by actually kissing him, open-mouthed, loving and slow, until Jay’s gasping and shuddering. His face burns with shame and tears fill pretty cat-like eyes at the warm sticky feeling in his shorts, spent cock twitching pathetically as Jake continues to kiss him through it, these ones softer, a flurry of sweet baby pecks, like he was saying good job, good job, you did so good.
Jay’s panting harshly as he comes down from his high, cheeks red with regret and eyes all shiny as the tanned boy stubbornly and immediately shoves his face straight into Jake’s chest, wanting to hide and disappear because he—he really just- in front of-
“I told you to stop,” Jay whimpers pitifully, words all muffled and mushed together. “Motherfucker. Die.” But there’s no real heat behind his words. Jake knows he’s just embarrassed. Cute.
“But you looked so pretty when you came,” Jake whispers happily, hand sliding down to rub comforting circles into Jay’s back. Pat his immaculate ass a couple times. “Pretty baby.”
“Shut up,” Jay tries to bury his face into Jake’s chest impossibly further, like he’d be able to phase through solid matter and fall down one floor to the other dorm below if he tried hard enough, just so he didn't have to be here, humiliated to no end.
But in his attempt to create a swirling black hole inside the space between Jake’s neck and shoulder, Jay freezes up when he feels something press firmly against his thigh, heart beating all too loudly in his ears once he realizes.
When he leans back and looks down, sure enough Jake was still painfully hard in his pajama bottoms, the light blue material extremely tight and even sporting a small wet spot, which the Australian boy bites his lip at, equally flushed and jittery. “It was really hot watching you come untouched, okay?”
“Freak,” Jay mumbles softly, gaze dropping along with the flutter of his eyelashes and a slight pout. He’s calmed down now, more shy than anything, seeing how much Jake enjoyed watching him.
Pulling Jay towards him by the front of his white cotton shirt, Jake indulgently kisses him a couple times, softer than usual as if the puppy was saying sorry, both of their lips a little sensitive and swollen. “C’mon,” he whispers gently. “I got one last job for that pretty mouth of yours, Jay-yah. You gonna help me?”
He tucks some stray strands of silky black hair behind Jay’s pierced ears, waiting until his same-aged friend carefully nods his head before smiling with a happily giggled, "sweet."
And that’s how Jay finds himself on his knees, a pillow deftly placed underneath him as he stares up at Jake’s stupidly attractive, smug face. Absolutely hates how good Jake looks, even from this shitty angle.
He’s got another coat of clear shiny lip gloss generously smeared all over his mouth, too—trying really, really hard not to look at where Jake’s got a veiny hand casually wrapped around his hard cock, its rosy flushed tip positioned dangerously close to Jay’s face, extremely intimidating at eye-level. This was really happening. They were doing this.
Jake laughs at him softly, watching his cute former roommate awkwardly drop his gaze, only for Jay to scramble to look elsewhere again when looking down only presents him with a close up view of the dribble of pre-cum leaking out of Jake’s slit, a pained sound leaving his throat. “Shit,” Jay curses weakly under his breath.
He’s never really noticed how big Jake was before, has held the other boy's heavy girth in his hand on some nights, felt it pressed up against one of his thighs many others, but this was different. Here, right in front of his face, Jay can see how Jake is average in length yet wider in girth, a nice thick cock to suck on that promised him an achy jaw in the morning.
“D-Don’t expect me to be good at this,” Jay warns, tiny heart-shaped lips pressed together tightly, seeming even smaller with the chubby head of Jake’s cock right next to them, the sheer size difference actually a bit insane. Jay swallows nervously. How was something so big supposed to…in his…?
“Aw, don’t worry,” the Australian whispers, one hand coming forward to thread into Jay’s silky black hair, which was down and unstyled from showering. It gives the tanned boy a softer more fluffy look, and Jake can’t resist pinching Jay’s cheek because of this. “Your pretty face does all the work. I just wanna see how much you can fit inside,” he admits, voice a little gravely, rubbing one thumb along Jay’s sticky bottom lip and whispering, “so baby tiny.”
“Shut up, they're not that small!” Jay snaps at him while leaning away, hands balled into anxious fists on top of his thighs. He changed into a different pair of sleep shorts because of…fuck, earlier—and even checked the remaining time left on the alarm, insides turning when it still read a good thirty minutes left. “Just hurry up, Jake, god.”
“Open your mouth then,” Jake instructs cheekily, cutely adding in a baby voice, “Say, ahh~”
Jay is unamused. “I will bite you.”
“But that’s my job,” Jake pouts, playful puppy mood promptly ripped out from under him when Jay finally stops stalling and lets his lips fall open as far as he can manage by himself. The hole it makes is adorably little.
“Oh, Jay-yah,” Jake coos sympathetically, degradingly tapping the blunt head of his cock against Jay’s pretty lips as if demonstrating how inadequately small the space between them was, “you gotta open up wider than that, ‘else it won’t fit.”
Flinching slightly at the warm stickiness of Jake’s tip pressing against his lips, Jay takes a deep breath, pushing his sweet pink tongue out slightly so that he can drop his jaw open further, feeling humiliatingly exposed like this despite being fully clothed. On his knees with his mouth wide open and his tongue sticking out, waiting for Jake to put his cock inside.
“There we go…knew you could do it,” Jake praises, rubbing his tip back and forth across Jay’s cute, baby-soft lips one more time before he’s slowly guiding the tanned boy forward, until the rounded squishy head of his cock pops past the rim, Jay having to open up even more, just so it’ll snuggly fit inside.
“Fuck,” the Australian boy groans, low and needy, taking in the breathtaking sight that was Jay’s teeny tiny mouth stretched so wide around his dick it looked painful, even to him. But Jay takes it so well, keeps the muscles in his jaw slack and lets Jake’s shapely girth push his mouth open for him instead, long lashes fluttering at the sheer effort.
“Oh, you’re so pretty,” Jake gasps and moans, all whiny and desperate. “That’s it…suck it, baby. Just like that.”
He slowly pushes his tip in a little further, and then slides it back out, very shallowly fucking Jay’s mouth to urge the stiff boy to start moving on his own. Jake’s cock is warm and heavy, veins pulsing on his tongue, tasting like skin and salt and maybe even a bit like soap, too, probably because they showered before this. It’s not a great taste, but the way Jake is looking down at him, hot and panting like he’s going crazy with desire, makes the ache in his jaw hurt a little less.
Hardworking, tiny lips enclose around the belly of Jake’s cock the best they can, Jay closing his eyes and concentrating as he starts softly sucking along with the slow bobbing rhythm Jake’s set for him, stubbornly making it halfway before he wetly slides back up. As he keeps moving, messy globs of drool and saliva dribble down his chin, Jay not knowing what to do with it all building up in his mouth—a small concerned whine vibrating in the tanned boy’s throat that has Jake cursing under his breath shakily.
“Fuck, I knew you were made for this…” Jake’s murmurs are low, pulling his tip out of Jay’s mouth just to catch some of the spit dripping downwards, smearing it right back onto those pretty pink lips with the head of his cock instead. “So wet and messy,” he sighs, hearts practically sparkling in bright puppy eyes like fireworks, absolutely obsessed. “I told you, didn’t I, Jay-yah? Your mouth’s perfect. Tight and warm, just like fucking a real pussy.”
And then, feeling all too hot and needy, it's like his body is moving on autopilot, Jake quickly threading a veiny hand into Jay’s silky black hair, holding the base of his fat girth steady in the other and greedily pushing that tight, wet mouth right back onto his cock. In the back of his mind, Jake knows he's going significantly deeper this time, but he can't be bothered enough to care, nearly forcing his entire girth inside Jay's pretty mouth and moaning at how fucking good it feels. "God."
Jay expectedly chokes and coughs harshly at the sudden rough treatment, sharp cat eyes quickly filling with tears, shiny and glistening as he glares up at Jake’s stupid, pleasure-blinded face with malice.
I’m going to kill you when this is over, the tanned boy's gaze seems to say.
“Fuck, Jay-yah, I’m sorry—c-can't help it, just feels so good inside you,” Jake whimpers like a puppy who knows they've done wrong yet just can’t stop, self-control burning under the slew of animalistic instincts telling him to shove his dick all the way down Jay’s tight squishy throat, and rut into that pretty mouth until he’s shooting his load into it.
But Jake knows he can't do that. Knows it was already douchey and selfish of him to gag Jay like that without warning, and so he sits still. Waits to be chewed out and punished and possibly stripped of his last minutes of birthday boy privileges.
It takes Jay a second to readjust, eyeing Jake’s squirmy movements, guilty face, and shaky fists which were now holding onto the edge of the bed with poorly regulated sympathy.
He felt like he was going to cough up his lungs when Jake forced his cock into the back of his throat, his jaw surely aches like a motherfucker, and his lips felt numb and overstimulated from being stretched out and played with for so long. But—like an idiot, Jay can’t stop the little sparkles of pride warming his chest at Jake’s stupid kicked puppy reaction, like he was trying his hardest just to sit still. Because it felt that good.
The logic is faulty, but Jay figures if Jake could do what he wanted most, he’d probably finish faster. And then this little birthday present from Hell would finally be over (was it really Hell if your heart felt like it would burst into butterflies any second? Jay ignores the part of his brain that asks him that question).
So maybe that’s why Jay completely pulls off, grimaces at the messy strings of saliva that come with him, sniffling as he wipes at his mouth. Cute tiny lips are bright pink from being so well-used, and his voice is a tad hoarse when he huffs, shyly, “Just—just do it. I can take it.”
He expects the stupid puppy to immediately jump for joy, but instead Jake just stares at him, chest rising and falling, cheeks darkening scandalously.
Naur way. No way Jay just gave him permission to—
“It’s gonna hurt,” Jake whispers, hissing a small whine into the air when Jay simply rolls his teary eyes at him and wraps a hand around his slick cock, all sticky and wet.
Jake definitely feels like he’s going to lose his fucking mind, though, when Jay doesn’t stop there—bringing bruised rose petal lips up to Jake’s reddened tip and tilting his head back, sharply defined features so feline-like and pretty as he hurriedly mumbles, “This is your birthday present, isn’t it? My throat already hurts like shit, so—just…use my mouth…however you want. Like you said you would.”
And Jay wasn’t even wearing the heavy blush makeup like he had that fateful day on set—but his cheeks are flushed and feverish cause he’s embarrassed, and his nose is bright red from all the tears and sniffles that came with being gagged on a fat cock. And now Jay was even saying—that he could-
"Fuck," Jake swallows hard, once it hits him.
He has the sudden urge to blurt out what are we, but is quick to banish that gay thought into the very back of his brain, stands from the bed and uses both hands to hold the back of Jay’s head steady as he finally guides small squishy lips to wrap around his cock. Jake whimpers, breathing out shakily at how hot and wet it feels pushing back into that tiny mouth, how cute Jay looks drooling all over himself, looking up at him with such submissive, alluring cat eyes.
“Gonna fuck your pretty mouth now, ‘kay?” Jake's whispered words come out in mumbled English, already sounding so faint and weak.
Starting off with shallow thrusts of his hips, Jake continues eagerly stretching that tiny space open, urging Jay’s inexperienced hole to take him a little deeper than before, proudly rubbing a gentle thumb against one of the tanned boy’s shiny eyes when Jay swallows anxiously, but doesn’t gag, instead taking liberty to suck softly on the good amount he’s able to fit.
“Such a good baby,” Jake praises him softly, gaze so incredibly fond. “You're doing so good, Jay-yah.”
It feels like wet, heavenly kisses, as Jake slowly drags jelly soft pink lips along his throbbing shaft, Jay’s cute sucking motions only adding to how hot and tingly it feels every time he thrusts back in. He slowly increases how fast and deep he’s moving, breaths coming out in quick bursts, never taking his eyes off of Jay’s pretty face, his glowing honey skin, and of course—his cute tiny lips, which were making these lovely, desperate little noises, hard at work getting fucked and hugging his cock like a sweet angel.
“I love your tiny mouth, Jay-yah,” Jake murmurs, all whiny and affectionate, the heat simmering in his lower stomach threatening to bubble over with every dip back inside. “It's so fuckin' cute, lips are so pretty—fuck,” the Australian boy pants, whimpering like crazy when he slides in a bit too deep, holding Jay’s head in place and continuing to fuck that pretty mouth even while the tanned boy is sputtering with tears rolling down soft flushed cheeks. Choking on his cock again and again.
The simultaneous repetition of his tip hitting the back of Jay’s tight squishy throat, along with the thick mixture of pre-cum and saliva gushing around in that tiny warm and wet space, finally push him over the edge.
Feeling like he’ll actually suffocate Jay if he doesn’t pull out though, Jake’s quickly using the grip he has in Jay’s silky black hair to firmly yank the tanned boy’s head back, his other hand shakily fisting his throbbing cock until Jake is moaning and pumping hot cum all over Jay’s tear-streaked face. Can't help but whine brokenly at the sight of Jay shutting his eyes tight, sitting there and taking it like a good slut. Squirts of thick white liquid painting that pretty face from top to bottom, a complete and utter mess.
Jake greedily aims the last spurt at Jay’s tiny heart-shaped lips, pushing the cum-covered head of his cock against that softness and humming appreciatively when Jay opens his mouth without complaint, cleaning Jake’s tip up for him and making a cute, scrunched up face at the funny taste, looking so debauched, yet also so, so fucking pretty. It makes Jake's chest feel weird.
“I can’t see,” the tanned boy finally mumbles, voice sounding raw as fuck, scared to open his left eye all the way because he’s pretty sure there’s Jake’s cum dripping into it.
“Shit, sorry,” having yet to really catch his breath, Jake’s clumsily pulling his own shirt over his head, using it to wipe at the sticky globs of baby milk decorating Jay’s pretty face, cleaning that up along with the tanned boy’s drool and tears.
It felt so weird looking at Jay like this—with Jake's warm cum all over his face, the Australian not knowing if his body felt like jello because he’d just busted a fat load, or because Jay looked so fucking cute and endearing right now he sort of felt like his heart was going to start tap dancing. And then explode.
“Was it good?” Jay has the gall to ask, sounding sleepy as Jake finishes wiping off his poor tiny mouth.
Face flushing for no good reason, Jake clears his throat, nodding his head eagerly. “It was the best. So fucking good I might cry if I have to use my hand again.”
“Get used to crying, then,” Jay yawns, absolutely spent and exhausted as he ruffles Jake’s hair playfully. “Glad you liked your present, puppy.”
Liked it? Jake’s brain starts talking over the radio silence in his head. Who’s gonna tell him we loved it and want to get married—
Whoa. Jake interrupts his brain. Pause. He refuses to finish that thought. Yeah—no.
Ten minutes of warm wash cloths, new pajamas, and some skincare and minty mouth rinse later, Jake is laying aimlessly across Jay’s bed, while Jay is gathering their slew of dirty clothes and throwing them in the laundry pile, when, finally—the alarm goes off.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Jay almost cries in relief, pointing at the freeloading puppy on his bed. “Okay, get out. I’m tired.”
“What?” Jake’s head pops up, like he was innocent. “Nooo, let me sleep here,” a moment of silence while he's ignored. “Jay-yah! Together!”
“Oh my god, we just spent the last two hours together,” the tanned boy grumbles, hopes Jake doesn’t notice the slight tremble in his voice, or how warm his cheeks felt. This spoiled puppy would really be the death of him. He sighs. “Whatever. Let’s go to your room, then. My shit’s all messed up because of us.”
Jake fist pumps the air, but doesn’t move to get up. “I think you sucked all the strength out of my legs,” the Australian boy whines, holding his arms out. “Carry me?”
Jay stares at him like he's made a deliberate choice. “Okay, you stay here. I’ll go sleep in Hoonie’s room.”
“No—wait! My strength is back!”
When they’re all tucked under the blankets in Jake’s room, spooning to sleep like best bros are prone to doing sometimes (Jake likes to be the big spoon, even though technically he’s smaller, thank you very much), Jay places the cherry on top of Jake’s what are we existential crisis cake.
Because the tanned boy is whispering softly, even though it’s already twenty minutes past midnight.
“Happy birthday, Jakey.” ♡