[The "prizes" Jeoh brings up again... hugs, and kisses that are slow and deep...
...Are they really gonna do that stuff? Or is Jeoh just being his fun and flirtatious self? When Mignon first jokingly brought up wanting to be rewarded for his victories, he never would have thought that his words would be taken seriously- or that Jeoh would want to take things up a notch, to the point where Jeoh even brought up wanting to have a makeout session. Mignon tries his best to settle down and lower his expectations for what may happen tonight just in case, but... it's difficult to do so when Jeoh is being so tempting; looping their arms together and looking up at him with that little cat-like grin on his face...
Mignon looks away as they walk, blushing again. Even Jeoh's smallest acts of seduction- intentional or not- run the risk of riling Mignon up a bit too much if he allows himself to think about it for too long, so he swallows hard and avoids that particular subject for now.] ER, well...
To be honest, I haven't decided for sure yet.
There are a ton of things I wanna do. [He thinks back to some of his tamer fantasies.] Stuff like... going to the movies together, an amusement park, or rock-climbing, or going to the beach! [He can imagine it now; Jeoh wearing cute amusement park animal ears and happily eating a giant cotton candy, or being at the beach and splashing around in his cute little swim trunks...
Of course, the syrupy-sweet images going through Mignon's mind are probably a much more exaggerated and idealized version of what could happen in reality, but isn't the whole point of this 'play' between them to indulge in fantasy?]
...Basically, I wanna try all that cheesy romantic stuff that I'll probably never do with a "real life" boyfriend, I guess.
[ ... huh. mignon looks almost uncomfortable, doesn't he? jeoh keeps his hold on his arm loose, pace steady. maybe mignon was just kidding about the prizes. it'd be completely normal if he was, wouldn't it? just playful banter and stuff. it's a little disappointing, if only because he can't remember ever kissing anyone he actually liked, but it's also probably for the best.
he's good about letting it go, listening to what mignon would rather do. it sounds sweet, too. it makes him smile. ]
Well, if you keep winning, we'll check them all off your list, okay? [ well... ] Maybe we should leave one or two, though. You might actually get a boyfriend one day.
[ which is definitely a thought he's had before, but one he's used to compartmentalizing. looking ahead, he hums again. ]
There's a chicken place close by, or a convenience store by my place. Which one are you feeling more?
[At first, Mignon perks up at Jeoh saying that they'll eventually check off everything on Mignon's list, which is more than enough to get the athlete excited to keep dominating in the pit...
But then, once again, Mignon finds himself landing back on his feet fast. Although it's clearly unintentional, Jeoh has really gotten good at filling the air with both hopeful anticipation and anxious doubt. Mignon's complicated frown makes a return as he exhales in mild frustration; muttering under his breath.]
You did it again...
[He's got half a mind to lean over and 'punish' Jeoh with another bite again- only this time the other young man has his hood up as a sort of cheek-guard, and Mignon knows it'd be bad to draw that much attention as they draw closer to the more busy streets where Jeoh clearly doesn't wish to be recognized at the moment. So, Mignon can do nothing with his frustration but sulk and huff; behaving himself despite his definite urge to be a brat.
If that's how it is, then...
Maybe Mignon has been a bit too 'polite' with Jeoh about how he feels after all.]
...Convenience store.
[He decides quickly and resolutely.]
I wanna hurry and get back to your place fast, so... Whatever's the quickest.
[Straightforward, he peers down at Jeoh and declares-] -Otherwise I'll just end up punishing you while everyone watches.
[ while jeoh feels mignon's mood change in the way his arm stiffens, what he's cranky about doesn't sink in very quickly. he's still trying to find a balance between being selfish and flirting with him, and not making him uncomfortable if all he wants to do is talk about it.
missing the first thing mignon mumbles, jeoh looks up at him when he picks the convenience store, brows raised. he thought mignon would pick the chicken place for sure, since he mentioned he wanted something meaty. opening his mouth to point out they'll be at the mercy of whatever is left over at the convenience store, he quickly closes it as mignon continues.
the sudden eye contact makes him flush, feeling like he's gotten caught looking at him. ]
You're gonna punish me again? You said you didn't need any other friends, but boyfriends are different, aren't they?
[ still, jeoh keeps his pace and guides mignon more in the direction of his house. the convenience store is close by, so he isn't too worried about it. mignon is probably really hungry after his matches... if they can't find enough, maybe he'll just order in after they eat whatever they do manage to get. ]
I told you I don't need anybody else. [Mignon argues, brow furrowed as he looks down at Jeoh.] I've been saying that over and over.
[Whether Jeoh still isn't taking him completely seriously, or he's choosing not to register Mignon's words, either option leaves him feeling frustrated.
But...
He sighs and plops a large hand down upon Jeoh's hooded head again.] ...It's fine.
If you still don't believe me, I guess I'll just have to show you later.
[Leaving it at that for now, Mignon removes his hand from Jeoh as they find the convenience store and look around. He'll try to keep an appropriate distance from the other man as they shop; not drawing too much attention Jeoh's way.]
[ it's touch and go, how serious jeoh thinks mignon is being. he can't really tell, apart from the little tells he gives with his pouting or... that "punishment". even then, he's still leaning towards it being a joke. no one has ever treated him the way mignon has, so anything else feels vastly unbelievable.
he sighs when they reach the convenience store, picking his way through the drinks as mignon looks around. settling on a cheaper can of beer and a bag of potato chips, he waits for him near the register, asking for a pack of cigarettes as he does.
rushing mignon isn't something he's willing to do, not when he's sure the other man hasn't even eaten dinner. so, he strikes up a shallow conversation with the clerk. ]
[As far as convenience stores go, it's got a pretty good selection. Of course, Mignon could always go the route of going to the glass display case to grab a hot dog or something, but as undiscriminating as he is when it comes to food, he's not quite that desperate for a quick meal just yet. There's a bucket of crispy chicken, which looks quite good but is a bit on the pricy side... And then lastly, Mignon comes across a classic sweet and spicy chicken meat skewer for purchase.
Figuring that the meat skewer is probably the best option in terms of both price and convenience, he grabs a couple and then goes to bring it up to the front counter for purchase.]
Hey, do you...
[He's ready to ask Jeoh's opinion as he approaches, before realizing that Jeoh had been having a conversation. Oh, whoops. Mignon has never seen Jeoh interact with others, so at first he's almost curious enough to just sit back and listen to what they're talking about...
....
But as he watches them getting along for a bit, for some reason, Mignon finds himself feeling... lonely(??) Next thing he knows, Mignon is stepping forward to hover close by and make his presence known; standing closely to Jeoh as he presents the skewers like a dog waiting for a scrap of attention.
Ahem.] --Hey, so, I was just sayin'- how about skewers?
[ their conversation is as shallow as it could possibly be — just the clerk telling jeoh about his day, complaining about rude customers, and jeoh nodding and laughing when it calls for it. he comes to this convenience store often, even late at night like it is now. it's easy to keep up a rapport with the people that work at it.
jeoh visibly brightens when mignon speaks up, turning to focus on him and cutting the conversation off without much fuss. with a glance at the skewers and then to catch his gaze, he gives him a smile, reaching out to skim fingers against his forearm briefly. ]
You can grab more than just two of them. You worked really hard today and it's my treat, after all.
[ he's sure mignon is being cautious of the price of what he's picking. he's thoughtful like that. stepping around him to go fetch more, he gives him a gentle nudge to his side. ]
Firstly- there's the way that Jeoh doesn't just give Mignon the undivided attention he had been craving; he also visibly brightened at the sight of him, in a way that even someone as thick-skulled as Mignon could notice. The way he smiled up at Mignon was simply different than the polite smile that Mignon saw on his face as he interacted with the store clerk, and just the thought of earning such a special expression from Jeoh made the athlete's heart skip a beat at the sight of it.
All it takes is that smile, that gentle touch against his arm, and yes- even the simple display of attentiveness that Jeoh gives him by noticing that Mignon could probably throw down more food than he grabbed...
...And it's at this very moment that Mignon has the most objectively, ridiculously-timed realization ever. Standing in a convenience store with his mouth agape, staring dumbly at Jeoh with two meat skewers in hand, it dawns on him.
He just might be in love with Jeoh.
It takes a moment for Mignon to snap out of his daze; belatedly turning to follow behind his friend as his heart pounds loudly within his ears. Distantly, he kinda-sorta registers the question asked of him..? But instead of answering right away, Mignon pulls Jeoh to the side a bit so that they're completely out of sight from the store clerk, as he leans in and places a kiss to Jeoh's lips.]
[ mignon is awfully quiet. turning back to look at him, it's the look on the other man's face that makes him so easily directed aside. he's not sure what to make of it, if he's somehow earned a bite to his other cheek, but he doesn't speak up just in case, not wanting to draw more attention to them right now.
the kiss takes catches him completely off guard, though, his heart lurching in his chest. mignon's lips are softer than he imagined they might be and maybe it's clumsy and chaste, sure, but it still makes him feel more than anything he's felt with any of his clients.
it makes him feel shy, even his ears tipped off in color. when he speaks up, he has to clear his throat first, wide eyes looking up at mignon. ]
... That's not fair. I can't kiss you how I want to here.
[The kiss is brief; soft, sweet, and clumsily angled with their difference in height, but Mignon still feels a swell of excitement in his chest and the flutter of butterflies in his belly at the contact. If he needed further confirmation that his feelings extend beyond that of mere attraction or a simple crush- that was it.
But once he pulls back and gets a look at Jeoh's shocked, reddened expression, Mignon also belatedly blushes and realizes how inappropriately-timed the stolen kiss was. His eyes go from a half-lidded sort of daze to wide and flustered in an instant.]
Er, uh, sorr-!
[A beat.] ...Wait...
So you... were serious about all that stuff you said about making out with me before?
[ while mignon doesn't finish the apology, it still doesn't stop jeoh from reaching out and lightly pinching his side. maybe it's his turn to pout, then. he huffs out a breath, trying to calm his racing heart, and shakes his head. ]
Why wouldn't I be serious?
[ he can't really ask mignon if he thinks he says that to everyone because... well. with how much he's failing to calm himself down, he almost feels like he's back in high school when things weren't so complicated. that's scary. ]
I thought you were the one joking. Or just being nice, I guess. I come onto you pretty strong sometimes.
Geh-!? [An odd yelp escapes the larger man's throat and he jumps back a bit; caught off-guard by the sudden pinch. No, of course it didn't hurt, but to say that Mignon isn't used to being playfully pinched or tickled would be a massive understatement. For some reason, the simple experience of sharing such familiar skinship with Jeoh is both shocking and exciting, making his heart flutter even more as he stares at his friend with a flustered blink.]
I- I dunno...
[If he's being honest, Mignon did kind of think it was possible that Jeoh was just a flirt who was naturally seductive towards others just for the fun of it. And it's not even like Mignon would mind if that was the case. He enjoyed flirting with Jeoh right back, even if it wasn't going to lead towards anything actually happening between them. But just now, as Mignon saw the way that Jeoh smiled and laughed with the store owner... his perception changed. It was just so obviously different than the warm, familiar way he always spoke to Mignon.
Which means... Jeoh's attraction towards him is something real... right?
At Jeoh's last words, Mignon straightens and steps forward again- recovering from his flustered state quickly.]
I wouldn't have jerked off to you-- [Okay, maybe that was a bit loud. He leans in and whispers closer.] ...I mean... I wouldn't have ended that call like that as a joke.
[He references their borderline-phonesex in a hushed voice; blushing, but unashamed to admit that he definitely "finished the job" after that steamy call between them ended.] And there's no way I'm so nice that I'd do it to be polite. I've turned down plenty of people I wasn't interested in before.
[Mignon cants his head to the side and raises a brow.] Just how innocent do you think I am...?
[ jeoh can't help but grin when mignon yelps, crossing his arms as he watches him. there's not a lot he can fault him for here, not when he's a prostitute. there's a strange grey area there, uncomfortable but always present. but in jeoh's mind, mignon is entirely separate from any of that, the tiny jump in his pulse when he admits to jerking off to him proof more than anything else.
maybe mignon is right, though. it's not hard to imagine him attracting more admirers than he can count on both hands. he's hot, for one. anyone with eyes would note how handsome he is and what an amazing body he has. mignon's kindness and personality would cinch the deal.
but... maybe he did underestimate mignon, just a little. ]
Well, I jerked off to you, too. You weren't the only one. [ he's not going to mince words, but he does keep his voice low. with mignon leaning in, it's easier. ] But I guess I thought I just pressed all the right buttons. People can get hard even when they don't like someone like that.
[ he's starting to feel shy again, so he stands up a little straighter, keeping his eyes on mignon. ]
Anyway, I'm not sure how innocent you are. I didn't want to assume. I like you, though. I've pretty much liked you since I met you and I wouldn't have said what I said to you over the phone if I didn't.
[ so, in a clumsy attempt to stop feeling flustered himself: ]
It was electrifying enough when his friend confessed to touching himself while thinking of Mignon- which, in itself, turns the athlete on so much that he audibly intakes a small breath and twitches in response... But just as the mental image of that starts bouncing around in Mignon's head, suddenly the smaller male straightens and makes a confession that almost makes the athlete feel like he's been suckerpunched in the best way possible.
"I like you"..??
"I've pretty much liked you since I met you"..???
Jeoh is NOT going to just brush past that!
His friend barely gets to finish asking his last question before Mignon is suddenly snatching Jeoh up in a firm hug; embracing Jeoh with a warm, tight squeeze that probably borders on too much. He can't help it- he's overwhelmed, and if he doesn't get to at least put his hands on Jeoh in some way right now, he's going to go crazy. His heart is already pounding against his ribs; breath shaking somewhat as he exhales it against Jeoh's throat.] ...Sorry, but...
Right now, I can't really think about wanting to taste anything but you. And I don't know how much longer I can hold back.
[Mignon pulls back only so that he can grab Jeoh by the hand and usher him to the front counter. The store clerk will probably be very confused as to why the two disappeared for a long few minutes only to emerge again with tomato-red faces, but whatever. Whether Jeoh chooses to grab another couple of skewers in the meantime or none at all is not currently Mignon's primary concern. They need to get finish getting through this purchase ASAP.]
[ jeoh is not as quiet as he'd like to be when mignon sweeps him up into another bear hug, startled. he's sure the clerk is starting to wonder just what they're up to since they very clearly went to get more skewers, but it's hard to think beyond the warmth of mignon's breath against his throat, of all things.
and how is he supposed to act normal when mignon is saying things like that?
he lets out his own breath finally when his feet hit the ground again, managing to grab a couple more of those skewers in the frenzy to the register. he definitely is red when he adds them to the stuff he left on the counter, tugging at his hoodie's collar like he needs the airflow to function.
it's quick, at least. once he's paid and they're back in the fresh night air, bag of food in hand, he takes a deep breath, casting a glance at mignon as he directs him the short distance to his house. ]
You keep surprising me, you know. I've never met anyone like you before.
[ which is far from a bad thing. he can't keep the weird warmth from his tone, thankful they're quickly approaching his house. once he unlocks the door and opens it, he turns to mignon again. ]
Sorry about the mess.
[ not that there's much of one. things are basically where his dad left them, family photos and all. flipping on a light as he toes off his shoes, he presses the bag to mignon's chest. even with the dozens of things running through his head and how anxious he's starting to feel: ]
[The night air helps a little to cool Mignon's head, though there's still definitely only one thing on his mind. That much is obvious when Jeoh glances up at Mignon during their walk and Mignon is already staring intently back at him, unable to keep the dumb grin from his face. He'll take Jeoh's words as a compliment whether they were intended to be or not; laughing and squeezing his hand as they make their way to Jeoh's apartment.
When they get inside, there's no effort on Mignon's part to hide his curiousness; peering around after he removes his shoes to observe Jeoh's "natural habitat", staring at the family photos and inhaling the air...
Only when a bag is shoved against his chest does Mignon blink and focus on Jeoh again, chucking.]
...Only if you share it with me. [They're still on their date, after all. What fun would it be to eat alone?
Mignon spots the kitchen and makes his way over in that direction; feeling more excitement than anything.] This is my first time going over to a friend's house. It's a pretty cool place, if you ask me... I like it here.
I mean, it even smells like you. [He's pretty easy to please in that respect. Mignon removes a few skewers from the bag and goes to heat them up in their plastic packaging per the instructions.] I'm gonna borrow your microwave for a sec.
[Once the timing is set up for the pre-cooked skewers to heat up a little, Mignon glances over at his host curiously- then smiles brightly as he slides over and leans towards Jeoh with a raised brow. There's definitely something a bit different about Jeoh's energy right now, and Mignon can't help but to find it pretty interesting. He can't hide the amusement or the building desire behind his eyes as he asks-]
[ it feels surreal, having mignon here. he's never invited anyone over, never even wanted the guests he has had over. but watching him looking around, he's grateful for his open curiosity and the way he takes in everything. he huffs out a quick laugh when mignon mentions it even smells like him, giving a shake of his head as he follows him into the kitchen.
it feels more intimate than he thought it might. looking at it head-on feels a little too obvious.
leaning against the kitchen table, his eyes widen when mignon turns his attention to him again, the beginning of another pout pulling at his lips. ]
Maybe. I don't invite people over. [ willingly. looking up at mignon, he presses a finger to his chest, giving it a playful push. ] And you keep looking at me like that, so I'm trying to behave myself.
[That cute little pout is back on Jeoh's face... And the sight of it is starting to stir something up within Mignon that he's never fully gotten to feel or express before. It's kind of like...
The more Jeoh forces himself to behave, the more Mignon just wants to misbehave.
Blue eyes flick down to the hand pushing against his chest, then up to linger on Jeoh's mouth... before eventually maintaining eye-contact with Jeoh again. The deviousness behind his stare only becomes more obvious as he pushes forward, ignoring the finger on his chest for now... as he places his own hands down upon the kitchen table that Jeoh is leaning against.
Jeoh is now basically crowded back against the table by this walking mountain of muscle that is Mignon- but to his credit, the athlete is still technically keeping his hands to himself. Sure- one if his legs is pushed forward between Jeoh's to almost brush against him directly, but no real contact is made. Mignon only hovers in closely enough that his body heat can be felt against Jeoh's skin- but nothing more.
[ if jeoh wasn't sure mignon was doing it on purpose before, he is now. he feels at least a couple years younger when his pulse hiccups as mignon's eyes catch on his mouth before meeting his again, his finger staying where it is against his chest because he feels like he might do something really stupid if he moves it right now. getting caged in against his kitchen table wasn't something he thought would happen tonight and if it wasn't for his thundering pulse in his ears, the microwave would seem too loud.
mignon isn't touching him, but he feels too warm, almost bordering hot. maybe it's okay to admit mignon really isn't as innocent as he first seems.
finally, jeoh curls his fingers in the fabric of mignon's shirt, doing his best to fight the urge to press through the distance between them and press against his leg to show him just how much he's getting to him. he lets out another shaky breath, pupils blown as the microwave timer goes off. ]
[For a very similar reason to Jeoh, Mignon doesn't move his hands at first, either. He simply stares with enough hunger to give his friend all the confirmation of his hypothesis that he needs; a shiver running down his own spine as those words flow into Mignon's ears like sweet honey.
Only the sharp alarm of the microwave going off is enough to snap Mignon out of his daze. His chest rises and deflates with one more exhale; their breaths mingling together before Mignon eventually- reluctantly- decides to pull himself back.
His 'mission' with that little game of chicken between them was only to playfully rile Jeoh up at first; a way to defy the other's "innocent" image of him. Mignon is inexperienced, yes, but he's got all the same desires pent up within his body as any hot-blooded guy his age- if not more. For years, this side of himself has been repressed; beaten down, and nearly snuffed out entirely by his Coach's oppressive fist. Now that Coach is no longer the center of Mignon's world, Mignon's "true" personality can finally begin to blossom. Whether it's a good thing or a bad thing that Jeoh is now responsible for nurturing Mignon's long-neglected sexual appetite and creating a bit of a monster... well. That'll be up to him to decide once the time comes.
The finger against Mignon's chest curls into the fabric of Mignon's shirt, and the athlete subconsciously lets out a low noise under his breath; something between a needy groan and a pained grunt. It's true- he'd lift Jeoh up onto the table and fuck him right here if that's what was asked of him...
...But that's not what was asked of him. So he's going to respect his friend's wishes and eat. But first...
Mignon finally touches Jeoh now- only, it's to gently pull that hand away from his shirt... and raise it up to his lips. Opening his mouth as he maintains eye-contact, Mignon gingerly gives a bite to Jeoh's finger.]
...There's the punishment I owe you.
[And then he releases Jeoh's smaller, daintier hand from his grip. Taking a step back, Mignon goes to retrieve his heated skewers from the microwave, and offer one out to Jeoh as well.]
Here. This'll probably help keep your stamina up for later, too.
[ mignon pulls back and jeoh exhales slowly, trying to calm himself down. getting worked up so easily is a little dumb, isn't it? but there's something about standing here in his family's home with mignon, something weirdly domestic, that makes this all feel so vastly different than anything else he's used to.
still, it's a trial to keep himself in check when mignon makes those sounds or nips the tip of his finger. maybe he thought he was just going to pry his hand off him and that'd be it.
with a dry throat, he takes the offered skewer, shifting where he's leaning against the table in hopes of chilling out, before giving up on it and moving to dig through the bag himself. it's not like mignon doesn't know he's turning him on. he'd have to be blind. ]
Here. We can share it.
[ said before he puts the skewer between his teeth long enough to pop the can of beer open, holding it out to mignon. it might not help with the whole stamina thing, but it might smooth over any frayed nerves. speaking of: ]
You surprised me. I think I thought you would be more nervous.
Nervous? [Mignon blinks and looks up as he ponders that thought for the first time, as if it didn't even occur to him to feel that way.] Mm... Nope.
I'm just happy. [A pause after that shameless display of absolute cheese, and then he adds with a chuckle-]
Or too dumb to know any better, I guess.
But I've already fucked you plenty of times in my head... and I did a lot of research, too. When I think about what the real Jeoh would be like in that situation, I can't help getting excited.
[Plus... he has the feeling that they'll be pretty compatible. Mignon accepts the offered beer with a smile and a nod- thankful for the gesture. The truth is, he doesn't have very much drinking experience, but this feels like as good a time as any for Mignon to get some. He takes a sip and pauses for a brief moment to ponder the strange- but not unpleasant- taste, and licks his lips.]
[ happy... that coaxes a smile out of jeoh and he returns to leaning on the table, taking small bites from the skewer as he listens to mignon. maybe it's the guys he's usually around, but it's impressive how seamlessly he goes from being intense to being so sweet.
the stuff he's saying aside, maybe. but even that is sweet to jeoh. ]
You've already fucked me plenty of times in your head, huh? Does that mean you won't do it anymore once you really fuck me? [ he's teasing mostly, head tipped to the side, gaze level on mignon. ] Was I noisy when you did it? Did you fuck me until I screamed my throat raw?
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...Are they really gonna do that stuff? Or is Jeoh just being his fun and flirtatious self? When Mignon first jokingly brought up wanting to be rewarded for his victories, he never would have thought that his words would be taken seriously- or that Jeoh would want to take things up a notch, to the point where Jeoh even brought up wanting to have a makeout session. Mignon tries his best to settle down and lower his expectations for what may happen tonight just in case, but... it's difficult to do so when Jeoh is being so tempting; looping their arms together and looking up at him with that little cat-like grin on his face...
Mignon looks away as they walk, blushing again. Even Jeoh's smallest acts of seduction- intentional or not- run the risk of riling Mignon up a bit too much if he allows himself to think about it for too long, so he swallows hard and avoids that particular subject for now.] ER, well...
To be honest, I haven't decided for sure yet.
There are a ton of things I wanna do. [He thinks back to some of his tamer fantasies.] Stuff like... going to the movies together, an amusement park, or rock-climbing, or going to the beach! [He can imagine it now; Jeoh wearing cute amusement park animal ears and happily eating a giant cotton candy, or being at the beach and splashing around in his cute little swim trunks...
Of course, the syrupy-sweet images going through Mignon's mind are probably a much more exaggerated and idealized version of what could happen in reality, but isn't the whole point of this 'play' between them to indulge in fantasy?]
...Basically, I wanna try all that cheesy romantic stuff that I'll probably never do with a "real life" boyfriend, I guess.
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he's good about letting it go, listening to what mignon would rather do. it sounds sweet, too. it makes him smile. ]
Well, if you keep winning, we'll check them all off your list, okay? [ well... ] Maybe we should leave one or two, though. You might actually get a boyfriend one day.
[ which is definitely a thought he's had before, but one he's used to compartmentalizing. looking ahead, he hums again. ]
There's a chicken place close by, or a convenience store by my place. Which one are you feeling more?
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But then, once again, Mignon finds himself landing back on his feet fast. Although it's clearly unintentional, Jeoh has really gotten good at filling the air with both hopeful anticipation and anxious doubt. Mignon's complicated frown makes a return as he exhales in mild frustration; muttering under his breath.]
You did it again...
[He's got half a mind to lean over and 'punish' Jeoh with another bite again- only this time the other young man has his hood up as a sort of cheek-guard, and Mignon knows it'd be bad to draw that much attention as they draw closer to the more busy streets where Jeoh clearly doesn't wish to be recognized at the moment. So, Mignon can do nothing with his frustration but sulk and huff; behaving himself despite his definite urge to be a brat.
If that's how it is, then...
Maybe Mignon has been a bit too 'polite' with Jeoh about how he feels after all.]
...Convenience store.
[He decides quickly and resolutely.]
I wanna hurry and get back to your place fast, so... Whatever's the quickest.
[Straightforward, he peers down at Jeoh and declares-] -Otherwise I'll just end up punishing you while everyone watches.
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missing the first thing mignon mumbles, jeoh looks up at him when he picks the convenience store, brows raised. he thought mignon would pick the chicken place for sure, since he mentioned he wanted something meaty. opening his mouth to point out they'll be at the mercy of whatever is left over at the convenience store, he quickly closes it as mignon continues.
the sudden eye contact makes him flush, feeling like he's gotten caught looking at him. ]
You're gonna punish me again? You said you didn't need any other friends, but boyfriends are different, aren't they?
[ still, jeoh keeps his pace and guides mignon more in the direction of his house. the convenience store is close by, so he isn't too worried about it. mignon is probably really hungry after his matches... if they can't find enough, maybe he'll just order in after they eat whatever they do manage to get. ]
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[Whether Jeoh still isn't taking him completely seriously, or he's choosing not to register Mignon's words, either option leaves him feeling frustrated.
But...
He sighs and plops a large hand down upon Jeoh's hooded head again.] ...It's fine.
If you still don't believe me, I guess I'll just have to show you later.
[Leaving it at that for now, Mignon removes his hand from Jeoh as they find the convenience store and look around. He'll try to keep an appropriate distance from the other man as they shop; not drawing too much attention Jeoh's way.]
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he sighs when they reach the convenience store, picking his way through the drinks as mignon looks around. settling on a cheaper can of beer and a bag of potato chips, he waits for him near the register, asking for a pack of cigarettes as he does.
rushing mignon isn't something he's willing to do, not when he's sure the other man hasn't even eaten dinner. so, he strikes up a shallow conversation with the clerk. ]
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Figuring that the meat skewer is probably the best option in terms of both price and convenience, he grabs a couple and then goes to bring it up to the front counter for purchase.]
Hey, do you...
[He's ready to ask Jeoh's opinion as he approaches, before realizing that Jeoh had been having a conversation. Oh, whoops. Mignon has never seen Jeoh interact with others, so at first he's almost curious enough to just sit back and listen to what they're talking about...
....
But as he watches them getting along for a bit, for some reason, Mignon finds himself feeling... lonely(??) Next thing he knows, Mignon is stepping forward to hover close by and make his presence known; standing closely to Jeoh as he presents the skewers
like a dog waiting for a scrap of attention.Ahem.] --Hey, so, I was just sayin'- how about skewers?
A couple of these can be pretty filling, right..?
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jeoh visibly brightens when mignon speaks up, turning to focus on him and cutting the conversation off without much fuss. with a glance at the skewers and then to catch his gaze, he gives him a smile, reaching out to skim fingers against his forearm briefly. ]
You can grab more than just two of them. You worked really hard today and it's my treat, after all.
[ he's sure mignon is being cautious of the price of what he's picking. he's thoughtful like that. stepping around him to go fetch more, he gives him a gentle nudge to his side. ]
C'mon. What kind are your favorite?
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[So, a few things happen all at once.
Firstly- there's the way that Jeoh doesn't just give Mignon the undivided attention he had been craving; he also visibly brightened at the sight of him, in a way that even someone as thick-skulled as Mignon could notice. The way he smiled up at Mignon was simply different than the polite smile that Mignon saw on his face as he interacted with the store clerk, and just the thought of earning such a special expression from Jeoh made the athlete's heart skip a beat at the sight of it.
All it takes is that smile, that gentle touch against his arm, and yes- even the simple display of attentiveness that Jeoh gives him by noticing that Mignon could probably throw down more food than he grabbed...
...And it's at this very moment that Mignon has the most objectively, ridiculously-timed realization ever. Standing in a convenience store with his mouth agape, staring dumbly at Jeoh with two meat skewers in hand, it dawns on him.
He just might be in love with Jeoh.
It takes a moment for Mignon to snap out of his daze; belatedly turning to follow behind his friend as his heart pounds loudly within his ears. Distantly, he kinda-sorta registers the question asked of him..? But instead of answering right away, Mignon pulls Jeoh to the side a bit so that they're completely out of sight from the store clerk, as he leans in and places a kiss to Jeoh's lips.]
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the kiss takes catches him completely off guard, though, his heart lurching in his chest. mignon's lips are softer than he imagined they might be and maybe it's clumsy and chaste, sure, but it still makes him feel more than anything he's felt with any of his clients.
it makes him feel shy, even his ears tipped off in color. when he speaks up, he has to clear his throat first, wide eyes looking up at mignon. ]
... That's not fair. I can't kiss you how I want to here.
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But once he pulls back and gets a look at Jeoh's shocked, reddened expression, Mignon also belatedly blushes and realizes how inappropriately-timed the stolen kiss was. His eyes go from a half-lidded sort of daze to wide and flustered in an instant.]
Er, uh, sorr-!
[A beat.] ...Wait...
So you... were serious about all that stuff you said about making out with me before?
You weren't just teasing me...?
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Why wouldn't I be serious?
[ he can't really ask mignon if he thinks he says that to everyone because... well. with how much he's failing to calm himself down, he almost feels like he's back in high school when things weren't so complicated. that's scary. ]
I thought you were the one joking. Or just being nice, I guess. I come onto you pretty strong sometimes.
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I- I dunno...
[If he's being honest, Mignon did kind of think it was possible that Jeoh was just a flirt who was naturally seductive towards others just for the fun of it. And it's not even like Mignon would mind if that was the case. He enjoyed flirting with Jeoh right back, even if it wasn't going to lead towards anything actually happening between them. But just now, as Mignon saw the way that Jeoh smiled and laughed with the store owner... his perception changed. It was just so obviously different than the warm, familiar way he always spoke to Mignon.
Which means... Jeoh's attraction towards him is something real... right?
At Jeoh's last words, Mignon straightens and steps forward again- recovering from his flustered state quickly.]
Huh??
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[He references their borderline-phonesex in a hushed voice; blushing, but unashamed to admit that he definitely "finished the job" after that steamy call between them ended.] And there's no way I'm so nice that I'd do it to be polite. I've turned down plenty of people I wasn't interested in before.
[Mignon cants his head to the side and raises a brow.] Just how innocent do you think I am...?
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maybe mignon is right, though. it's not hard to imagine him attracting more admirers than he can count on both hands. he's hot, for one. anyone with eyes would note how handsome he is and what an amazing body he has. mignon's kindness and personality would cinch the deal.
but... maybe he did underestimate mignon, just a little. ]
Well, I jerked off to you, too. You weren't the only one. [ he's not going to mince words, but he does keep his voice low. with mignon leaning in, it's easier. ] But I guess I thought I just pressed all the right buttons. People can get hard even when they don't like someone like that.
[ he's starting to feel shy again, so he stands up a little straighter, keeping his eyes on mignon. ]
Anyway, I'm not sure how innocent you are. I didn't want to assume. I like you, though. I've pretty much liked you since I met you and I wouldn't have said what I said to you over the phone if I didn't.
[ so, in a clumsy attempt to stop feeling flustered himself: ]
Pork or chicken?
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It was electrifying enough when his friend confessed to touching himself while thinking of Mignon- which, in itself, turns the athlete on so much that he audibly intakes a small breath and twitches in response... But just as the mental image of that starts bouncing around in Mignon's head, suddenly the smaller male straightens and makes a confession that almost makes the athlete feel like he's been suckerpunched in the best way possible.
"I like you"..??
"I've pretty much liked you since I met you"..???
Jeoh is NOT going to just brush past that!
His friend barely gets to finish asking his last question before Mignon is suddenly snatching Jeoh up in a firm hug; embracing Jeoh with a warm, tight squeeze that probably borders on too much. He can't help it- he's overwhelmed, and if he doesn't get to at least put his hands on Jeoh in some way right now, he's going to go crazy. His heart is already pounding against his ribs; breath shaking somewhat as he exhales it against Jeoh's throat.] ...Sorry, but...
Right now, I can't really think about wanting to taste anything but you. And I don't know how much longer I can hold back.
[Mignon pulls back only so that he can grab Jeoh by the hand and usher him to the front counter. The store clerk will probably be very confused as to why the two disappeared for a long few minutes only to emerge again with tomato-red faces, but whatever. Whether Jeoh chooses to grab another couple of skewers in the meantime or none at all is not currently Mignon's primary concern. They need to get finish getting through this purchase ASAP.]
...Let's get out of here.
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and how is he supposed to act normal when mignon is saying things like that?
he lets out his own breath finally when his feet hit the ground again, managing to grab a couple more of those skewers in the frenzy to the register. he definitely is red when he adds them to the stuff he left on the counter, tugging at his hoodie's collar like he needs the airflow to function.
it's quick, at least. once he's paid and they're back in the fresh night air, bag of food in hand, he takes a deep breath, casting a glance at mignon as he directs him the short distance to his house. ]
You keep surprising me, you know. I've never met anyone like you before.
[ which is far from a bad thing. he can't keep the weird warmth from his tone, thankful they're quickly approaching his house. once he unlocks the door and opens it, he turns to mignon again. ]
Sorry about the mess.
[ not that there's much of one. things are basically where his dad left them, family photos and all. flipping on a light as he toes off his shoes, he presses the bag to mignon's chest. even with the dozens of things running through his head and how anxious he's starting to feel: ]
You've still gotta eat.
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When they get inside, there's no effort on Mignon's part to hide his curiousness; peering around after he removes his shoes to observe Jeoh's "natural habitat", staring at the family photos and inhaling the air...
Only when a bag is shoved against his chest does Mignon blink and focus on Jeoh again, chucking.]
...Only if you share it with me. [They're still on their date, after all. What fun would it be to eat alone?
Mignon spots the kitchen and makes his way over in that direction; feeling more excitement than anything.] This is my first time going over to a friend's house. It's a pretty cool place, if you ask me... I like it here.
I mean, it even smells like you. [He's pretty easy to please in that respect. Mignon removes a few skewers from the bag and goes to heat them up in their plastic packaging per the instructions.] I'm gonna borrow your microwave for a sec.
[Once the timing is set up for the pre-cooked skewers to heat up a little, Mignon glances over at his host curiously- then smiles brightly as he slides over and leans towards Jeoh with a raised brow. There's definitely something a bit different about Jeoh's energy right now, and Mignon can't help but to find it pretty interesting. He can't hide the amusement or the building desire behind his eyes as he asks-]
Hey...
Are you nervous?
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it feels more intimate than he thought it might. looking at it head-on feels a little too obvious.
leaning against the kitchen table, his eyes widen when mignon turns his attention to him again, the beginning of another pout pulling at his lips. ]
Maybe. I don't invite people over. [ willingly. looking up at mignon, he presses a finger to his chest, giving it a playful push. ] And you keep looking at me like that, so I'm trying to behave myself.
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The more Jeoh forces himself to behave, the more Mignon just wants to misbehave.
Blue eyes flick down to the hand pushing against his chest, then up to linger on Jeoh's mouth... before eventually maintaining eye-contact with Jeoh again. The deviousness behind his stare only becomes more obvious as he pushes forward, ignoring the finger on his chest for now... as he places his own hands down upon the kitchen table that Jeoh is leaning against.
Jeoh is now basically crowded back against the table by this walking mountain of muscle that is Mignon- but to his credit, the athlete is still technically keeping his hands to himself. Sure- one if his legs is pushed forward between Jeoh's to almost brush against him directly, but no real contact is made. Mignon only hovers in closely enough that his body heat can be felt against Jeoh's skin- but nothing more.
And still, he very much has the nerve to ask-]
Looking at you like what?
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mignon isn't touching him, but he feels too warm, almost bordering hot. maybe it's okay to admit mignon really isn't as innocent as he first seems.
finally, jeoh curls his fingers in the fabric of mignon's shirt, doing his best to fight the urge to press through the distance between them and press against his leg to show him just how much he's getting to him. he lets out another shaky breath, pupils blown as the microwave timer goes off. ]
Like you'd fuck me right here if I asked you to.
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Only the sharp alarm of the microwave going off is enough to snap Mignon out of his daze. His chest rises and deflates with one more exhale; their breaths mingling together before Mignon eventually- reluctantly- decides to pull himself back.
His 'mission' with that little game of chicken between them was only to playfully rile Jeoh up at first; a way to defy the other's "innocent" image of him. Mignon is inexperienced, yes, but he's got all the same desires pent up within his body as any hot-blooded guy his age- if not more. For years, this side of himself has been repressed; beaten down, and nearly snuffed out entirely by his Coach's oppressive fist. Now that Coach is no longer the center of Mignon's world, Mignon's "true" personality can finally begin to blossom. Whether it's a good thing or a bad thing that Jeoh is now responsible for nurturing Mignon's long-neglected sexual appetite and creating a bit of a monster... well. That'll be up to him to decide once the time comes.
The finger against Mignon's chest curls into the fabric of Mignon's shirt, and the athlete subconsciously lets out a low noise under his breath; something between a needy groan and a pained grunt. It's true- he'd lift Jeoh up onto the table and fuck him right here if that's what was asked of him...
...But that's not what was asked of him. So he's going to respect his friend's wishes and eat. But first...
Mignon finally touches Jeoh now- only, it's to gently pull that hand away from his shirt... and raise it up to his lips. Opening his mouth as he maintains eye-contact, Mignon gingerly gives a bite to Jeoh's finger.]
...There's the punishment I owe you.
[And then he releases Jeoh's smaller, daintier hand from his grip. Taking a step back, Mignon goes to retrieve his heated skewers from the microwave, and offer one out to Jeoh as well.]
Here. This'll probably help keep your stamina up for later, too.
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still, it's a trial to keep himself in check when mignon makes those sounds or nips the tip of his finger. maybe he thought he was just going to pry his hand off him and that'd be it.
with a dry throat, he takes the offered skewer, shifting where he's leaning against the table in hopes of chilling out, before giving up on it and moving to dig through the bag himself. it's not like mignon doesn't know he's turning him on. he'd have to be blind. ]
Here. We can share it.
[ said before he puts the skewer between his teeth long enough to pop the can of beer open, holding it out to mignon. it might not help with the whole stamina thing, but it might smooth over any frayed nerves. speaking of: ]
You surprised me. I think I thought you would be more nervous.
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I'm just happy. [A pause after that shameless display of absolute cheese, and then he adds with a chuckle-]
Or too dumb to know any better, I guess.
But I've already fucked you plenty of times in my head... and I did a lot of research, too. When I think about what the real Jeoh would be like in that situation, I can't help getting excited.
[Plus... he has the feeling that they'll be pretty compatible. Mignon accepts the offered beer with a smile and a nod- thankful for the gesture. The truth is, he doesn't have very much drinking experience, but this feels like as good a time as any for Mignon to get some. He takes a sip and pauses for a brief moment to ponder the strange- but not unpleasant- taste, and licks his lips.]
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the stuff he's saying aside, maybe. but even that is sweet to jeoh. ]
You've already fucked me plenty of times in your head, huh? Does that mean you won't do it anymore once you really fuck me? [ he's teasing mostly, head tipped to the side, gaze level on mignon. ] Was I noisy when you did it? Did you fuck me until I screamed my throat raw?
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