worst sleep i ever had (i circled you on a map)

It was like falling into old habits, an old body—a familiar scent, taste, Nanon’s tongue against his own. Ohm had nearly forgotten what it was like, Nanon’s hips pressed against his, thighs warm and heavy, hand scrabbling at the back of Ohm’s shirt, underneath his jersey, with the need for touch, for skin, for more.

Ohm could hardly tell where his body began, where Nanon’s ended. Meeting each other’s eyes in the football stadium was like a reconciliation he didn’t know they needed, Nanon’s hands on his hips, head cocked to the side, smirking at Ohm. Like it was nothing, like they did this every day. Ohm had returned the favor, had given as good as he got—though Nanon had stopped his shot easily, there had been a look in his eyes, like, come on, do it again. Ohm had pretended it was nothing.

Not until Nanon cornered him in the locker room afterward, shoving him into a stall—it was only the two of them, so the clattering of the bathroom stall door went unnoticed before everyone else came in. Nanon’s hands were all over Ohm’s body now, and Ohm heard the jeers from outside, the rest of the GMMTV boys laughing and fucking with each other.

Nanon said, “Fuck, I needed this,” against Ohm’s mouth and Ohm shuddered and brought their mouths back together to keep him quiet. Nanon wasn’t protesting, his fingernails scraping across Ohm’s chest now, catching on his nipple. Ohm gasped and felt Nanon smirk in his mouth. “Still like that, I see,” said Nanon.

Ohm growled in his throat and shoved Nanon back against the door. Outside, he heard someone say, “What was that?” but he didn’t care. He had his hands under Nanon’s jersey this time, squeezing and touching what he could, delighting in the way Nanon shivered under him. He’d always complained about Ohm’s hands being cold, but Ohm had always said that maybe Nanon was just warm. Nanon wasn’t protesting now, bucking his hips against Ohm’s as Ohm sucked a bruise onto his jaw.

They hadn’t done this in a while now, but it didn’t matter anymore, not when Nanon grabbed for Ohm’s dick atop his shorts like they did this every day. Not when Ohm did the same and met Nanon’s gaze. They stared at each other—then Nanon kissed him again, like they were competing for it, and wrangled Ohm’s shorts down. Ohm did the same with him, sliding his tongue into Nanon’s mouth; the vibrations of Nanon’s moan poured down Ohm’s throat, to the very tips of his toes. Ohm let out a little gasp when Nanon’s warm hand held his bare cock, and Nanon said, “Fuck, just get your hand on me.”

He was funny like this, even though he’d always insisted he was straight. Ohm bit Nanon’s bottom lip and pulled, teasing, still just touching Nanon from the outside of his shorts until Nanon mumbled against him, “Ohm, please.”

“You don’t want to be too loud,” Ohm murmured back. “What if everyone else hears?”

“I don’t care.” Nanon gasped as Ohm clutched him again, squeezed him, stroking his fingers against Nanon’s balls ever so slightly. “C’mon, I need it.”

Nanon rarely begged, especially with Ohm. Especially when they were Pat and Pran, Nanon holding himself tight and winding, eyeing Ohm for him to chase after him, push him, carry him like they really were in love. But as Nanon there was never that sort of thing, just a sense of ease and comfortability until it had crumbled away one day and Ohm wasn’t sure how he was supposed to look at Nanon anymore.

Now Nanon was looking at him with a dark fire in his eyes and Ohm didn’t care anymore either, shucking Nanon’s shorts down to his knees and getting his large palm around Nanon’s cock. Nanon grunted and exhaled through his nose; he thumbed over the tip of Ohm’s cock, and Ohm’s knees went weak.

“Yeah,” said Nanon, quickly pumping Ohm’s cock before Ohm had the chance to think. “Yeah, that’s it, let’s do it together.”

Ohm was watching between them but he couldn’t look at Nanon, so drunk on sex and his lust for Ohm’s body that it was like they were the only people in the bathrooms. They weren’t, the noise from outside blocking all the filthy squelching from the rapid motions of their hands, skin against skin, Ohm gathering Nanon’s precome and pressing their cocks together and rubbing it all over both of them, getting them both wet with Nanon’s slick. Nanon moaned and Ohm kissed him again, because Nanon was never fucking quiet, not even now. His body was hot and so was Ohm, inside and out, their shorts barely around their ankles, still in their football getups, cocks pressed together in Ohm’s palm, Nanon’s hand winding around the both of them as well. Their fingers brushed and intertwined; Ohm whimpered in Nanon’s mouth.

Nanon bit Ohm’s bottom lip, shuddered, and then came. It was all too soon, but his gasping flicked a switch inside of Ohm and before he knew it he was spilling all over their fists too, bucking erratically, trying to rub his dick against Nanon’s more. Fucking into his fist, getting close like he could fuck Nanon’s body, hole, getting to feel his warmth and the whole of Nanon everywhere, inside and out. Ohm thrust his hips and wanted, wanted, wanted—

Nanon pushed him back gently by the shoulders. “That was good,” he said quietly, and his eyes dropped down Ohm’s body appreciatively.

Right. Ohm started to pull his shorts back up. “You too,” he muttered, in the crowded space of the bathroom stall.

Nanon got his clothes on quicker, mostly because both of their come had landed on Ohm’s thigh and he had to clean it off. Nanon said, “There’s some on your shirt,” so Ohm wiped that too, before tossing the tissue paper in the toilet.

When they were done, Ohm turned to him—Nanon hadn’t left yet, not like he used to, when they last did this. He was watching Ohm, something unreadable in his expression. Ohm returned the look.

“What?” he asked.

Nanon smiled at him. “Nothing,” he said. Then, seeming to have a second thought, he pressed another kiss against Ohm’s mouth—chaste, short. Sweet. “Let’s go,” he said, and unlocked the bathroom door.

Ohm followed.