"It's not?" Was all Ju actually managed to come up with, however. Brilliant. Absolutely fucking brilliant, Ju. That'll really woo him to his knees. Oh no, no, no. Bad idea. Don't think about Dylan on his knees right now, these sweatpants had never been the most stellar boner hiders and Ju was pretty (100%) sure he had a totally obvious bulge going on right now already.
"No!" Dylan gaped, looking absolutely horrified at Ju's sheer obliviousness as and oh gods, what if Newt told him? Jesus fuck Ju would slaughter that dirty, no good, backstabbing little-
"I'm here to talk about you leaving school early yesterday without even telling me, and giving me short answers all day, and acting hella awkward even now! You never relent on the battle for the remote!" Dylan elaborated spitefully, his amber eyes blazing passionately for a brief moment before they dulled back down to a sudden sadness, as if the boy were no longer supported by his need to speak and was now only left with the reality of what he'd said.
"I mean, I told you yesterday I wanted to study calculus but today you didn't remember at all. Were you even listening?" The boy questioned defiantly but his voice no longer held its earlier vigor and the previous fire that fueled his speech only left a sort of hurt rawness in its wake. Dylan's hard gaze lowered the moment he was done speaking, whiskey eyes swimming with confusion and dismay as his body untensed from its fighting stance and the boy visibly sagged as if under some great weight. "If you didn't wanna hang out today you coulda just said so." Dylan added softly, so quiet Ju almost didn't hear, as if the boy thought not actually speaking the words might make them untrue.
Ju was silent for a long moment, too stunned at the sudden outburst to speak, unable to truly comprehend all that he had heard in that instant let alone even begin to react. Truthfully, the teen had been too busy staring at Dylan's lips to hear much of what the brunette had actually been saying yesterday but he hadn't expected it to result in this, never believing Dylan could actually think Ju didn't want to be around him. "What? Dylan, no. You know..." The Korean began but trailed off a moment later as Dylan merely gave a incredulous scoff that let Ju know without doubt that the boy, in fact, did not know.
So, of course, the only real logical solution here was to kiss him.
Ju grasped Dylan's face with both hands and slammed his lips into his companions before he could chicken out, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid any looks of disgust or rejection that were probably coming his way right about now - Knowing full well that both of those things were pretty likely possibilities but also unable to sit by and actually allow the boy he found himself absolutely enraptured with to harbor the stupid idea that he didn't like him for even a moment.
Jesus fucking Christ, no fantasy Ju had ever had about Dylan's lips could do them justice. The brunette's mouth felt like absolute heaven against his own, slightly bitten lips, feather soft to the touch and impossibly warm. Everything about those full, addictive lips was delicate, subtle flesh compliant to Ju's rough press and smooth against the chapped skin of Ju's own lips.
Dylan sat still and frozen for an incredibly long moment, failing to do much of anything save sit there with his lips slightly agape until Ju pulled back, though the asian kept one hand firmly on his companion's cheek even then, needing to do anything he could to erase that unbelievable notion that he'd ever not want to hang out with his best friend from the pretty boy's mind, even if he was about to be horribly rejected.
"I don't understand." Dylan finally whispered after a long moment, hazel orbs wide and open as they searched Ju's own eyes for something, swimming with too many emotions to discern.
"I haven't been able to talk to you because every time I looked your way it drove me wild." Ju admitted softly, biting his lip and trying to memorize exactly what Dylan had felt like pressed against him for that brief moment.
"Oh." Dylan stuttered out blankly, looking as if he hadn't quite connected all the dots yet was still trying to color in the picture before all the lines were present.
Ju let his lips fall open to reply, a string of apologies and explanations already on the tip of his tongue but all that was abruptly cut off before he could even utter a single symbol as the Korean was suddenly met with a mouthful of Dylan, the brunette lunging forward and slamming his addictive lips against Ju's and cutting off whatever the asian had been about to say as it all died with a startled choke.
The second kiss was much rougher than the first, as if Dylan were determined to put all he had into the fierce action, the brunette's spark suddenly reignited with vengeful power and blazing all it's flaming heat into that one action, the pure electricity if it seeming to tingle into Ju at every place they touched. Dylan's hand burned into the Korean's chest where the teen braced it, his long fingers feeling like flames licking their way up the back of Ju's neck as the brunette ran the other hand up over the asian's shoulder blades and carded those thin digits through the short hairs on the back of the older teen's neck. Where Dylan's lips finally connected with Ju's, a harsh press of passion and fierce desperation, it felt as if someone had set off a 4th of July sparkler, all burning licks of fire dancing between them as the asian made a soft sound of want, unable to bite back the needy noise.
Dylan took advantage of the sound, swallowing it up as he licked his way inside his companion's parted lips and Ju let out a pleased groan that only encouraged the devilish brunette, the sinful boy's tempting tongue invading his own mouth the moment access had been allowed and prodding its way deeper every time Ju made a noise. The cold bite of the kid's tongue piercing pressed against the asian's own tongue, its icy touch an impossibly stark contrast to the blazing flames of Dylan's mouth that did ungodly things to the Korean's mind, turned it into a hazy wasteland incapable of knowing anything more than Dylan's mouth as a matter of fact.
Then it was on. Dylan was kissing him and there were no more hold backs. Ju fisted a hand in the back of Dylan's hair, gripping the short locks near the back of the tempting boy's neck to tip his head back and allow better access to that sinful mouth, earning a breathy moan from his companion that went straight below the waistline. The asian positioned himself slightly above the smaller boy and didn't hesitate a moment before devouring the delicious tease, prodding his own tongue through those full, pink lips he'd wanted so badly and was now free to explore.
Dylan moaned softly against the asian's mouth, a small, delicious sound Ju made his mission in life to elicit once more. It proved to not be too hard as Ju bit the teen's lower lip lightly and tugged at his hair a little harder, growling low and dangerous in a nonverbal demand that the pretty boy open his mouth for him and Dylan complied with another airy groan.
Ju eagerly licked his way inside the glorious heaven that was Dylan's mouth, trying to memorise every moment of it as he slipped his tongue through those full lips and nearly released a wanton moan of his own at the new sensation. Dylan was incredibly warm, and more so than that, wet in a way that made the asian's knees weak as he moved against the smaller boy, pressing his lips roughly against his companion's as the hand not clasped in Dylan's hair came to cup the teen's lower jaw, tilting his head up for optimum access.
Dylan tasted impossibly sweet, as if he'd just eaten a whole pack of cookies before coming over (He probably had. Dylan never had been the perfect picture of self-control) and the caramel taste drove Ju deeper, running his tongue around the boy's mouth as if trying to taste as much of his newest addiction as possible before he'd have to part for air. The asian felt the biting edge of the barbell piercing once more, harsh and highlighting in its unrelenting chill and Ju swirled the tip of his own tongue over it, unsure if he wanted to curse the tormenting accessory or worship it. (Though, he was leaning much more to the worshiping side of things considering it had landed him a hot makeout session with his crush.)
Ju wasn't exactly sure what he expected Dylan to say when they finally parted for air, Ju reluctantly pulling away to gulp in a belated breath of sweet oxygen only to feel his throat clog up and choke his much need air right back out a moment later at the sight before him. Dylan stared at him wantingly, hazel eyes half-lidded and lustful as his abused lips, swollen and red from the sudden attack, hung agape, gasping in small, breathless pants that encouraged Ju to just give up on breathing and go back in for another kiss.
Well, whatever he was expecting, it sure wasn't, "Hey, Ju, you know tongue piercings were originally invented to give better blowjobs?" But hey, he sure wasn't complaining.
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