[ 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?
...I don't know, but... it'll probably be a lot harder to think about anything else. Also...
I'll probably become a little more annoying. [Mignon pauses as he looks at Jeoh's teasing expression, and reaches for his own heated-up skewer to take a bite. Jeoh's questions cause Mignon to blush as he recalls the memories flooding through his mind during all of those lonely nights.] Well, er...
Yeah. [He scratches at his chin with his free hand awkwardly, then admits-] Pretty much?
I kept thinking that I wanted to treat you gently, so... At first I'd always just imagine kissing you gently and holding you for a while. But every time I thought about it... Things always ended up getting a little more intense.
[Quickly, he adds, finally feeling a bit flustered:] Uh, nothing TOO intense, though! Like, I wouldn't try to hurt you or-- I mean, I'm not trying to say that I've got some crazy kink or anything, haha...
[-No kinks he's consciously aware of at the moment, at least.]
[ with how mignon blushes, jeoh is almost sure he won't give him much detail about what he dreamed of. mignon continues to surprise him, though. it's not like he hasn't imagined mignon fucking him in place of his clients before, especially after that one phone call. he probably shouldn't bring that up right now. ]
So we just naturally get to it, huh? And don't worry, I don't think you'd actually try to hurt me.
[ he can't help but laugh a little — not at mignon, but over just how nice it is to be normal about this with someone. someone he likes, in particular. ]
I'll probably become a little more annoying, too. I'm pretty sure once you fuck me, I'll want you to fuck me all the time, Mignon.
[He takes another big chunk of meat off of the skewer between his teeth, quickly and efficiently cleaning it off with one final lick before he washes the sweet and spicy chicken down with a gulp of his beer. He wouldn't exactly say that he finds alchohol tasty, but it does indeed give Mignon a pleasantly warm feeling across his skin as he gets through the can.
A brow raises with interest at the other's words and his complexion reddens from some combination of drinking and arousal. Eyes flick lower to scan him over.]
If that's the only reason... You can "annoy" me all you want, Jeoh.
[He speaks even more frankly as he continues to drink, blunt and honest.] It's gonna be hard for me to control myself. I've already dreamed about leaving hickeys all over you...
It'd look really pretty on pale skin like yours.
[Is Mignon getting slightly tipsy after just one drink? Maybe.]
[ jeoh could point out that they're supposed to share that can of beer, but mignon doesn't really get to indulge in anything thanks to his coach, so he doesn't. it's endearing, anyway, watching the shifts in his expression and the flush dusting his skin. he's sure it'd be warm to the touch if he crossed the distant between them and put his hands on him.
he really should tell mignon he can't leave marks on him, but he can just pin it on some overzealous client if his boss notices. he wants to indulge, too. ]
You've already dreamed about that, too? Hey, what haven't you dreamed of? It sounds like I might have to put in a lot of work to be better than the Jeoh you're dreaming of.
[ still picking away at his one skewer, jeoh takes another small bite and waves his free hand. ]
He coughs; just barely managing to avoid a complete spit-take with the gulp of beer he had been swallowing. A bit of beer is wiped at with the back of his hand after it leaks from his sputtering mouth, and Mignon averts his gaze.] Sorry, uh...
N-no, dream Jeoh never did that.
I mean, I did think about... going down on you before, but... [That's because Mignon has always fantasized about the various ways that he could make Jeoh happy; how he could work to bring someone so experienced pleasure, and eventually prove himself as a worthy lover. Mignon never ever actually spared a thought for all the ways that an experienced partner could bring him pleasure... Until now.
Actually. Jeoh thought of that specific scenario pretty quickly, didn't he?
The athlete turns to look at the other young man with a belated realization, dumbfounded.] ...Is that something you thought about doing before??
[ mignon's reaction earns the dumbest, boyish laugh from jeoh. it takes a beat or two for it to settle into a pleased grin. he's not all that surprised that mignon hasn't dreamed about it. he's basically the farthest thing from selfish.
finally finishing off his skewer, he tucks the stick back into the bag to deal with later, crossing his arms. ]
For you? Yeah, I've thought about it. It's not something I usually do unless the incentive is there, but you're different.
[ the incentive being a significant pay boost, mostly because jeoh can't trust any of his clients not to go overboard. mignon would stop if he needed him to. ]
I'd swallow for you, too.
[ at least he isn't feeling weirdly jealous of dream jeoh anymore. ]
[Mignon's thick silvery brows practically raise up off of his face.] Swallow?
[As in...?
A painful throb shoots between Mignon's legs and the athlete literally has to move back and lean himself against the kitchen counter to steady himself. Blood rushed to his cock so quickly that it seems to have emptied his brain, making Mignon feel damn-near dizzy.]
Ah, shit... [He moves a hand down to cover the not-so-subtle bulge forming between his legs, as if his excitement were really that easy to conceal.]
I couldn't do that-- [Yes he could. Mignon guiltily swallows back the lie before it could leave his throat, raising his free hand up to his face.] No, I mean, I'd be happy no matter what we did, so...
You... you shouldn't have to go that far just to make me feel good. You're the one who deserves to be spoiled by someone for a change...
[ honestly, this is the closest jeoh has come to getting a visual of mignon's cock and it looks big. letting him fuck his throat might actually put him out of commission for a day or two, but... maybe that's okay. while his boss will be pissed, his clients might not mind that he talks back less.
lifting his gaze from mignon's hand over his bulge, it's his turn for his brows to raise, a smile still tugging at the corners of his lips. ]
'Go that far'? When you like someone, isn't it normal to want to do things for them? I could probably get off by just listening to the noises you make when I swallow you down, Mignon.
[ but then he eases up a little because he does really like mignon and he can't remember actually liking anyone else before. ]
But I also just want to do what you're up for. I like you a lot, so if you're happy, I'm good.
Which makes it a lot harder for his semi-hard erection to go down. At least he didn't seem to think Mignon was lame for getting hard just from words (once again), but even if Jeoh did think and say that, Mignon could never deny that he has no hope of being anything but head-over-heels for his friend now. And no desire for anything but that, either.]
Agh, damn... [Mignon smooths his hand through his hair.] I guess... yeah. You're right, it's normal... and I feel the same way about you.
[Frankly-] I just can't believe I'm so lucky.
[As much as he doesn't mind having Jeoh's eyes on him at all, it's a bit easier to avoid getting all riled up again when the other isn't blatantly looking between his legs anymore. The heat on Mignon's skin remains, but he adjusts himself and straightens.] For now...
I wanna borrow your shower, if that's okay. [A smile.] It's probably more romantic if I don't have the sweat from my fight on me, right?
it makes jeoh glad there's some distance between them, what with how his heart stutters in his chest at that. it's just a word and mignon is cute. it's another first though, someone saying how lucky the are around him in a way that isn't... creepy, honestly. mignon's working towards having a firm grip on his heart and he'll worry about that later. ]
Yeah, sure. You don't have to ask to use the shower. Since you're staying here tonight, you can just make yourself at home.
[ but he should still probably show him where it is and get him a towel... and clothes? oh. stopping mid step towards the small hall to the bedroom, he peeks back over at mignon. ]
Do you have a change of clothes? I'm not sure I have anything that could fit you.
[ regardless, the towel he can do, so he fishes a clean one out of the bedroom easily, returning to offer it to mignon. the bathroom is only a few feet away, at least. ]
["At home", huh... Wow. What a thought. And maybe it's the beer's influence, but at least for tonight, such an amazing reality doesn't even feel so far away right now.
In a different world, where he and Jeoh live together... Maybe he'd walk a bit faster to catch up with Jeoh as he walks down the hall... catch him by surprise, kiss his neck... squeeze that cute butt within his hands--]
Huh? [Distracted from his increasingly perverted thoughts, Mignon's eyes quickly flick upwards as he pretends that he wasn't just blatantly looking at Jeoh's ass.]
Oh, yeah... I've got an extra set of clothes already, so it's cool.
[-In his duffel bag which he left by the door, but Mignon isn't thinking about that right now. The moment Jeoh places the towel in his hands, Mignon blinks as a familiar scent wafts into his nostrils and looks down at the towel in awe. Maybe if he were less tipsy, Mignon would at least wait until Jeoh was out of sight to be so shameless, but in this moment he doesn't bother to act remotely normal about his impulses; burrying the towel into his face and breathing in deeply with a satisfied exhale.] Hehe...
Best towel ever~
[Smiling his big, goofy, lovestruck smile, Mignon lowers the towel only to lean in and steal an appreciative smooch from Jeoh's lips.] It almost feels like, rather than pretend boyfriends, we're more like pretend newlyweds now, doesn't it?
[With a carefree giggle at his own words, Mignon turns towards the open bathroom door and calls out playfully as he leaves Jeoh's side.]
[ jeoh's positive mignon has no idea that just going along with this whole pretend boyfriend scenario is already mignon spoiling him. it's nice to shelve being a prostitute, even if it's just for the night. being able to have these normal moments mean more than jeoh thought they might, watching mignon take a whiff of that towel and feeling something tight inside his chest unfurl.
he's red in the face by the time mignon is done with his display of affection, the chaste peck leaving his heart fluttering even as he leaves to go take his shower. ]
Yell if you need anything!
[ what else he could possibly need is lost on jeoh, but then, he's a little fuzzy from mignon buttering him up like that. wandering to the bedroom, he pulls his hoodie off and starts to change into a loose pair of shorts and a larger t-shirt to sleep in. once he's finished, he settles in the living room, sitting on the floor and turning the small television on for quiet background noise.
it's not much of a distraction from the mental images of mignon showering his brain is conjuring up, but it's something. if mignon were anyone else, he probably would have made some overblown show of wanting to shower with him. ]
[Several minutes later, Mignon emerges from the shower with a freshly-scrubbed body and a moderately cleaner mind. Maybe he's a little less tipsy, but he's still so love-drunk that a goofy little smile lingers on his face regardless.
Mignon strolls out into the living room, still undressed, wearing only Jeoh's towel wrapped around his waist.]
Oh, hey! [Perking up, he greets Jeoh brightly on his way to the front door where his duffel bag is sitting.] My bad, I forgot to bring my clothes...
[He snatches up his bag and digs through it, pulling out a simple white t-shirt and gray sweatpants that he had already tucked away. Mignon is mostly turned away from Jeoh out of politeness, but he isn't shy at all about taking off his towel in front of the other young man and changing into his sweatpants before walking over to join Jeoh.]
You look really cute in those shorts... [He speaks as he remains shirtless for the time being, skin still hot from his shower. Mignon continues toweling off his hair, sitting beside Jeoh on the floor to take a curious look at what he's watching on tv.]
[ ... right, mignon's duffel bag. it's slow to dawn on jeoh that he forgot to remind him to take it with him when he ran off to shower, too distracted by literally everything else about the other man. now, he's getting something of a free show, staring at mignon as he discards his towel and pulls on the sweatpants he had stashed in his bag. not at all shy about looking, he doesn't bother to avert his eyes, only pulling a leg up subconsciously to hide.
he's seen mignon shirtless plenty of times, but when he sits down next to him, jeoh almost forgets the television is even on.
with a laugh at the compliment, he gives his shoulder a little shove before turning and pushing himself to his knees and reaching for that towel. it's really just an excuse to touch him more, but he's never gotten the chance to help someone towel their hair off before. ]
Who wants to be cute when you're walking around looking like a wet dream?
[ it's a teasing complaint more than anything else. he likes that mignon at least finds him cute. ]
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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.
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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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...I don't know, but... it'll probably be a lot harder to think about anything else. Also...
I'll probably become a little more annoying. [Mignon pauses as he looks at Jeoh's teasing expression, and reaches for his own heated-up skewer to take a bite. Jeoh's questions cause Mignon to blush as he recalls the memories flooding through his mind during all of those lonely nights.] Well, er...
Yeah. [He scratches at his chin with his free hand awkwardly, then admits-] Pretty much?
I kept thinking that I wanted to treat you gently, so... At first I'd always just imagine kissing you gently and holding you for a while. But every time I thought about it... Things always ended up getting a little more intense.
[Quickly, he adds, finally feeling a bit flustered:] Uh, nothing TOO intense, though! Like, I wouldn't try to hurt you or-- I mean, I'm not trying to say that I've got some crazy kink or anything, haha...
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So we just naturally get to it, huh? And don't worry, I don't think you'd actually try to hurt me.
[ he can't help but laugh a little — not at mignon, but over just how nice it is to be normal about this with someone. someone he likes, in particular. ]
I'll probably become a little more annoying, too. I'm pretty sure once you fuck me, I'll want you to fuck me all the time, Mignon.
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A brow raises with interest at the other's words and his complexion reddens from some combination of drinking and arousal. Eyes flick lower to scan him over.]
If that's the only reason... You can "annoy" me all you want, Jeoh.
[He speaks even more frankly as he continues to drink, blunt and honest.] It's gonna be hard for me to control myself. I've already dreamed about leaving hickeys all over you...
It'd look really pretty on pale skin like yours.
[Is Mignon getting slightly tipsy after just one drink? Maybe.]
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he really should tell mignon he can't leave marks on him, but he can just pin it on some overzealous client if his boss notices. he wants to indulge, too. ]
You've already dreamed about that, too? Hey, what haven't you dreamed of? It sounds like I might have to put in a lot of work to be better than the Jeoh you're dreaming of.
[ still picking away at his one skewer, jeoh takes another small bite and waves his free hand. ]
Has dream Jeoh already let you fuck his throat?
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He coughs; just barely managing to avoid a complete spit-take with the gulp of beer he had been swallowing. A bit of beer is wiped at with the back of his hand after it leaks from his sputtering mouth, and Mignon averts his gaze.] Sorry, uh...
N-no, dream Jeoh never did that.
I mean, I did think about... going down on you before, but... [That's because Mignon has always fantasized about the various ways that he could make Jeoh happy; how he could work to bring someone so experienced pleasure, and eventually prove himself as a worthy lover. Mignon never ever actually spared a thought for all the ways that an experienced partner could bring him pleasure... Until now.
Actually. Jeoh thought of that specific scenario pretty quickly, didn't he?
The athlete turns to look at the other young man with a belated realization, dumbfounded.] ...Is that something you thought about doing before??
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finally finishing off his skewer, he tucks the stick back into the bag to deal with later, crossing his arms. ]
For you? Yeah, I've thought about it. It's not something I usually do unless the incentive is there, but you're different.
[ the incentive being a significant pay boost, mostly because jeoh can't trust any of his clients not to go overboard. mignon would stop if he needed him to. ]
I'd swallow for you, too.
[ at least he isn't feeling weirdly jealous of dream jeoh anymore. ]
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[As in...?
A painful throb shoots between Mignon's legs and the athlete literally has to move back and lean himself against the kitchen counter to steady himself. Blood rushed to his cock so quickly that it seems to have emptied his brain, making Mignon feel damn-near dizzy.]
Ah, shit... [He moves a hand down to cover the not-so-subtle bulge forming between his legs, as if his excitement were really that easy to conceal.]
I couldn't do that-- [Yes he could. Mignon guiltily swallows back the lie before it could leave his throat, raising his free hand up to his face.] No, I mean, I'd be happy no matter what we did, so...
You... you shouldn't have to go that far just to make me feel good. You're the one who deserves to be spoiled by someone for a change...
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lifting his gaze from mignon's hand over his bulge, it's his turn for his brows to raise, a smile still tugging at the corners of his lips. ]
'Go that far'? When you like someone, isn't it normal to want to do things for them? I could probably get off by just listening to the noises you make when I swallow you down, Mignon.
[ but then he eases up a little because he does really like mignon and he can't remember actually liking anyone else before. ]
But I also just want to do what you're up for. I like you a lot, so if you're happy, I'm good.
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Which makes it a lot harder for his semi-hard erection to go down. At least he didn't seem to think Mignon was lame for getting hard just from words (once again), but even if Jeoh did think and say that, Mignon could never deny that he has no hope of being anything but head-over-heels for his friend now. And no desire for anything but that, either.]
Agh, damn... [Mignon smooths his hand through his hair.] I guess... yeah. You're right, it's normal... and I feel the same way about you.
[Frankly-] I just can't believe I'm so lucky.
[As much as he doesn't mind having Jeoh's eyes on him at all, it's a bit easier to avoid getting all riled up again when the other isn't blatantly looking between his legs anymore. The heat on Mignon's skin remains, but he adjusts himself and straightens.] For now...
I wanna borrow your shower, if that's okay. [A smile.] It's probably more romantic if I don't have the sweat from my fight on me, right?
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it makes jeoh glad there's some distance between them, what with how his heart stutters in his chest at that. it's just a word and mignon is cute. it's another first though, someone saying how lucky the are around him in a way that isn't... creepy, honestly. mignon's working towards having a firm grip on his heart and he'll worry about that later. ]
Yeah, sure. You don't have to ask to use the shower. Since you're staying here tonight, you can just make yourself at home.
[ but he should still probably show him where it is and get him a towel... and clothes? oh. stopping mid step towards the small hall to the bedroom, he peeks back over at mignon. ]
Do you have a change of clothes? I'm not sure I have anything that could fit you.
[ regardless, the towel he can do, so he fishes a clean one out of the bedroom easily, returning to offer it to mignon. the bathroom is only a few feet away, at least. ]
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In a different world, where he and Jeoh live together... Maybe he'd walk a bit faster to catch up with Jeoh as he walks down the hall... catch him by surprise, kiss his neck... squeeze that cute butt within his hands--]
Huh? [Distracted from his increasingly perverted thoughts, Mignon's eyes quickly flick upwards as he pretends that he wasn't just blatantly looking at Jeoh's ass.]
Oh, yeah... I've got an extra set of clothes already, so it's cool.
[-In his duffel bag which he left by the door, but Mignon isn't thinking about that right now. The moment Jeoh places the towel in his hands, Mignon blinks as a familiar scent wafts into his nostrils and looks down at the towel in awe. Maybe if he were less tipsy, Mignon would at least wait until Jeoh was out of sight to be so shameless, but in this moment he doesn't bother to act remotely normal about his impulses; burrying the towel into his face and breathing in deeply with a satisfied exhale.] Hehe...
Best towel ever~
[Smiling his big, goofy, lovestruck smile, Mignon lowers the towel only to lean in and steal an appreciative smooch from Jeoh's lips.] It almost feels like, rather than pretend boyfriends, we're more like pretend newlyweds now, doesn't it?
[With a carefree giggle at his own words, Mignon turns towards the open bathroom door and calls out playfully as he leaves Jeoh's side.]
I'll be back in a minute, Babe... ♥
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he's red in the face by the time mignon is done with his display of affection, the chaste peck leaving his heart fluttering even as he leaves to go take his shower. ]
Yell if you need anything!
[ what else he could possibly need is lost on jeoh, but then, he's a little fuzzy from mignon buttering him up like that. wandering to the bedroom, he pulls his hoodie off and starts to change into a loose pair of shorts and a larger t-shirt to sleep in. once he's finished, he settles in the living room, sitting on the floor and turning the small television on for quiet background noise.
it's not much of a distraction from the mental images of mignon showering his brain is conjuring up, but it's something. if mignon were anyone else, he probably would have made some overblown show of wanting to shower with him. ]
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Mignon strolls out into the living room, still undressed, wearing only Jeoh's towel wrapped around his waist.]
Oh, hey! [Perking up, he greets Jeoh brightly on his way to the front door where his duffel bag is sitting.] My bad, I forgot to bring my clothes...
[He snatches up his bag and digs through it, pulling out a simple white t-shirt and gray sweatpants that he had already tucked away. Mignon is mostly turned away from Jeoh out of politeness, but he isn't shy at all about taking off his towel in front of the other young man and changing into his sweatpants before walking over to join Jeoh.]
You look really cute in those shorts... [He speaks as he remains shirtless for the time being, skin still hot from his shower. Mignon continues toweling off his hair, sitting beside Jeoh on the floor to take a curious look at what he's watching on tv.]
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he's seen mignon shirtless plenty of times, but when he sits down next to him, jeoh almost forgets the television is even on.
with a laugh at the compliment, he gives his shoulder a little shove before turning and pushing himself to his knees and reaching for that towel. it's really just an excuse to touch him more, but he's never gotten the chance to help someone towel their hair off before. ]
Who wants to be cute when you're walking around looking like a wet dream?
[ it's a teasing complaint more than anything else. he likes that mignon at least finds him cute. ]
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