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Tinn kept a calendar on his desk, each day meticulously crossed off as it went by, or circled as it announced an important date. Right now it was filled with crossed out golden summer days from the beginning of their relationship, the days highlighted with small heart shapes. Right now, there were only two weeks left before they had to begin classes and would get too busy to spend every second of every day together.
They had thought about moving in together, but their faculties were a little far away from each other, and Gun was hesitant about moving out during the first year after his mom got surgery. So they compromised. Tinn would move out anyway, and Gun had keys and free rein to his place. When he was less scared about his mom having another episode, he could come live with Tinn, and they’d see about bills and stuff then. It also gave them more time to settle into the relationship before taking such a big step, but that meant that they’d spend a lot of time away from each other, getting together mostly during the weekends. So, to make up for this, they spent every spare second before college started together, even occasionally sleeping over at each other’s houses.
After the first time Gun slept over, Tinn found a pile of pamphlets about sexual education on his nightstand focusing on gay sex, detailing all the precautions that should be taken, from consent to aftercare. His face was red for hours, his mom could barely meet his eyes during dinner, and his dad kept throwing him thumbs up. He read them late at night, under the covers, then told Gun about them when they called each other. Gun said that when he had gotten home, his mom had just handed him a bag with a box of condoms and told him she had talked to her friends, many of which are gay, and they said that if he had any questions, he should reach out to them.
They could tell that the other was blushing on the other side of the line, and Tinn sank his face against the pillow, wishing Gun was there so he could hide from the world - and their embarrassing and loving parents - on the space between his neck and shoulders.
It took another storm, this time when Tinn was helping Gun and his mother at the café, for them to sleep over again.
It was Saturday, and usually the place would be bustling with movement, but at the moment only Gim, Gun, and Tinn were there. The sky was solid gray with heavy clouds, rain falling down in sheets. Gim had given in and locked the doors, instructing the boys to shove old towels under the door to prevent water from coming in, though she already had a mop at hand if necessary.
Tinn and Gun were sitting in the living room watching a video on Gun's phone when Gim turned to them.
"Tinn, honey, I don't think the rain is going to let up anytime soon. If you want, you can stay here, just let your parents know."
"Are you sure, auntie?" Tinn looked up, trying not to look as excited as he felt - and probably failing miserably. He'd take any excuse to spend more time with his boyfriend.
"Yes, text them. It's getting late anyway. After dinner, I'll get you a towel, Gun can lend you some clothes, and I think there might be a spare toothbrush."
When Gim turned around to go to the kitchen to make dinner, Gun pressed his body closer to Tinn's, knocking their knees together and tangling their legs. He had one of his huge, boyish smiles that made his eyes sparkle with mischief. Tinn smiled back, a touch shier but no less happy.
"You're going to spend the night, then, Mr. School President?"
His teasing words sent a shiver down Tinn's spine, goosebumps already forming on his arms. Still smiling, he ducked his head for a moment, before Gun's hand found his chin and guided his eyes back to him, a gesture that always made his stomach swoop in the most delicious way.
"Don't hide." Gun said, pressing his fingers into Tinn's cheeks playfully. He ducked away from Gun's hands, his own diving to his sides in an attempt to tickle his boyfriend, which quickly dissolved in a playful wrestling match on the rug, all ideas of shyness forgotten among their laughter.
At Gun's bedroom door, Gim handed Tinn a towel and a toothbrush, wishing them a good night. She also gave them a very pointed comment about "keeping it down", accompanied by a knowing look when both boys blushed profusely, sputtering half made excuses. She just rolled her eyes and walked away, making a big show of putting on earphones and closing her bedroom door, leaving the boys to deal with themselves.
"Just ignore her," Gun said, "she's just being embarrassing." He tugged Tinn into his room. "Come on, I'll lend you some clothes, we can shower and watch a movie."
While Tinn showered, Gun started cleaning up his bedroom and setting up his computer so they could watch a movie from the bed.
Which they'd be in.
Together.
He should change the sheets, right? And the pillowcases. He was pretty sure they weren't dirty, but he never remembered to make his bed, though he's almost certain it had been less than a week since he'd be using those sheets. Anyway, better safe than sorry.
He had just finished wrestling his fitted sheets on the mattress (seriously, why did they have to be so complicated?) when Tinn walked in, still rubbing a towel on his hair. Gun looked up from the pillows he was trying to arrange in a way that'd be comfortable to tell Tinn to pick a movie while he showered, but his voice got stuck in his throat.
Gun knows Tinn is bigger than him, logically. He's taller and a little broader, and Gun tries not to think about it too much because he has to function as a person, and he can't really do that if he acknowledges Tinn's... everything for more than five seconds. But now Tinn is wearing his clothes, and every thought Gun has ever had simply vanishes from his mind.
While Gun's clothes are usually a little loose on him, they look different on Tinn. They're not exactly tight, but he fills them out well, the tank top showing the subtle definition of his chest, highlighting his shoulders, and the shorts, which usually sit loosely on Gun, stretch a little more than usual across Tinn's hips and thighs, besides being shorter on him, showing more of his legs. But Gun has to admit that what he likes most of all is that those clothes are his .
He knows he's staring, but he can't bring himself to stop. Tinn just looks so good like this, in Gun's short shorts and tank top, arms and legs on display, and Gun has seen Tinn shirtless before on the pool, but this was different. There was no pool, and they'd be lying together on his bed, alone, the whole night.
Tinn reached up to rub his hair with the towel, making his shirt ride up a little, and Gun needed to take a shower this second. Preferably a cold one.
He scrambled off the bed, muttering something about a shower, gesturing for Tinn to go lay down and choose a movie before hightailing to the bathroom. Only when he got there, he realized he had forgotten to get a change of clothes. Fuck.
Gun tried to play it cool when he went back to his room after the shower, wearing only a towel. He turned his back to Tinn, who was sitting cross-legged on his bed, the movie already loaded on the computer. Tinn had done a double take of Gun's situation, choked on air, and proceeded to keep his eyes glued to the computer screen. He wasn't even sure he was breathing anymore, the image of Gun, towel slung low across his hips, still dripping from the shower, was burned on his retinas, and honestly, Tinn could think of worse things to be stuck on his head. Still, he forced himself to ignore the fact that Gun was changing half-hidden by the door of his closet (there was a joke there somewhere, he'd find it when he managed to recover his brain cells).
The bed dipped, and suddenly Tinn had his arms full of shower-warm, pajama-soft pretty boy and a face full of wet hair. Gun didn't care about his sputtering, he just made himself comfortable in his boyfriend's arms, as was his right, pressing play on the movie before interlocking their fingers together and entangling their legs. This way, neither of them could move too far, which was exactly what he wanted.
"What is this movie about?" he asked, rubbing his thumb over Tinn's skin absentmindedly.
Tinn hummed. "I'm not really sure. It's from Taiwan, found footage, I think? Tiw recommended it, he said it was really good, and a bit scary."
Gun stiffened. "Are there ghosts?"
"I don't know, I forgot to check." Tinn admited. "I'm sorry. Do you want to put on another one?"
"No, that's okay." Gun decided, sinking deeper into Tinn's arms. "I can handle it."
Gun could not, in fact, handle it.
Thirty minutes into the movie, he was torn between calling quits and morbid curiosity about what was going to happen. Right now, he was mostly watching it through his and Tinn's fingers, because he refused to let go of him, now more than ever.
"We can just stop the movie, baby." Tin said gently. "I'll watch it later and tell you how it ends, how about that?"
Gun shook his head. "I'm not letting you watch this alone. Like this, at least we're together to face the ghosts."
And really, how was Tinn supposed to resist that? He just held his boyfriend tighter, offering him all the comfort and security he could, pressing random kissed against his hair to keep him soothed.
In the end, Gun decided to focus more on how stupid the people were, and how bad their decisions were. He was still scared of the ghost, but screaming at the characters on the screen for making horrible choices was oddly calming, even if he still got jump scared a lot.
Finally, the credits started rolling. Gunn turned off his computer and snuggled back into Tinn's arms, hiding his face against his neck, Tinn's finger running through his hair.
"Do you want to go to sleep?"
Gun groaned and shook his head. "I don't think I can, I'm still freaked out."
He felt Tinn shift beneath him, like he was getting ready to say something, his hands stilling in his hair.
"How about we do something else, then? To get your mind off the movie?"
Tinn's voice came out as a low rumble, a secret kept in the air between them. It came from deep within Tinn's core, dripping in honey-sweet want. It was a voice that made Gun shiver and look up, eyes locking first into Tinn's, then falling down to his mouth.
He barely finished nodding before their lips found each other in the dark.
After they learned how it felt to actually kiss each other, it was impossible to stop. They had spent so long just teasing, pressing kisses against cheeks, foreheads, and hands, even playful pecks on each other's lips during that afternoon in the park. The first time they kissed deeply and with intent they were in the music club, and Gun had felt Tinn shivering against him, one of those full-body shivers that used to rattle him when he got lost in his mind. His hands had been holding Tinn's hands, a gentle touch, as innocent as he had intended to kiss to be. Then he felt Tinn trembling, even his lips shaking hungrily against his, and they had to let go of each other and look away for a moment to catch their breaths. Before they could do anything else, their friends barged in with snacks, quickly distracting them.
They managed to spend a normal afternoon together then, but Gun had gone home with his lips still buzzing, the feeling of Tinn trembling against him still ingrained in his skin. That night it was very easy to conjure images of what could have happened if they had kissed more. Would his tongue shake too, hungry and overexcited? How would Tinn's skin feel against his teeth, did he bruise easily, or would Gun have to spend hours on the same spot until it was purple and undeniable? How much would he tremble if Gun put his hands between his legs?
Needless to say, Gun didn't sleep much that night.
(Neither did Tinn, he learned later when they were whispering secrets to each other.
"It was my first kiss," Tinn confessed through a whisper on the phone during the weekend.
"It was mine too," Gun answered, smiling.
"I still remember the way it felt," this was said as a breath, and Gun could feel goosebumps running across his skin.
"Me too," he said, looking at the ceiling, lips tingling. "But you can always remind me."
A soft gasp. "I'd love that."
There wasn't much talking about deep subjects after that.)
Now, they had shared plenty more kisses, ranging from innocent to heavy, bone deep kisses that made their skin feverish and their spine melt. Right now, at the dead of night, adrenaline still coursing through his veins, Gun wanted to kiss Tinn deep enough to taste his soul.
Their lips were moving together in leisure, legs tangled under the sheets, hands sinking in hair, moving tentatively on the hems of shirts, fingers grazing naked skin under fabric. The rain was still beating down on the windows, hiding all sounds they might’ve been making. Gun opened his mouth more, slipping his tongue out and tracing Tinn’s bottom lip, making him moan loudly, feeling his tongue against Gun’s, shivering uncontrollably.
Gun felt excitement twist in his gut, being able to explore more of Tinn, kiss him deeper than he had before, throwing himself into this experience with all the passion he put in all the things he loved. His lips rubbed against Tinn’s, slick and soft, his curious tongue cataloging every dip and texture of Tinn’s mouth, trying to pay careful attention to all his reactions. He sucked Tinn’s upper lip lightly, feeling him moan against his mouth, before he broke the kiss with a gasp, his hands tugging desperately on Gun’s shirt.
“Take it off, please?”
Gun nodded, scrambling out of his shirt and tossing it into the darkness. He grabbed Tinn’s shirt and pulled it up, muttering, “You too,” freeing his boyfriend from it and throwing it behind him. He pressed Tinn down on the bed, laying fully on top of him, not even giving him a second before descending into his lips hungrily.
His hands roamed restlessly over Tinn's chest, tracing the wideness of his shoulders, nails sliding down the gentle dip of his belly, the faint coarseness of his sparse treasure trail, then retracing the path up to his chest, pressing against the slight volume there, feeling his nipples tighten against his hands. Tinn's hands were just as hungry for skin, following up and down the curve of his back, getting caught in his hair, grabbing handfuls of his sides and back with a gasp when Gun moved his tongue slowly in and out of his mouth. Tinn's body felt like live wire at this sensation, he could only groan, eyes rolling back despite being close. On instinct alone, he sucked Gun's tongue viciously, spreading his legs wider, letting the other boy fall between his thighs, their hips colliding, their hard cocks dragging together through the fabric of their clothes.
Unexpected pleasure sparked down Gun's spine, making him break the kiss with a hiss. He looked down at Tinn, eyes wide and shiny, kiss bitten lips slick red, and moved his hips again, this time deliberately, rubbing their hardness together. The pleasure was instantaneous, spreading over his hips, eyes fluttering for a moment, but he forced them to stay open. He wanted to see how Tinn reacted to the sensation. His boyfriend threw his head back, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to keep the louder noises in, eyes rolled back. He was panting, hairline starting to became sweaty. Gun could feel moisture start pooling down his back too, but he didn't want to stop, he wanted to keep going forever.
He kept moving his hips slowly, feeling Tinn moving against him. Gun buried his head in Tinn's neck, find the vulnerable skin with his mouth, open and hungry, sucking bruises he hoped would stay for days. Tinn wrapped his legs around his waist, keeping him close, one of his hands digging into his shoulder, his neck, nails sinking into his spine, keeping their bodies glued together, while he kept biting his other first to smother the desperate little cried Gun could feel vibrating against his throat.
Tinn’s hands fluttered down his sides, fingers pressing into skin desperately until they came to a stop at the elastic of his shorts, gently tugging at the fabric.
“Baby, please, can I touch you? I want to touch you.”
Gun gulped and nodded. “Yeah, I want to touch you too.”
They pushed down their shorts and underwear, leaving them tangled messily around their legs, not caring enough to properly kick them off before coming together again, naked skin against naked skin, kissing hungrily, their noises lost in each other’s mouths. Tinn broke the kiss with a gasp, licking the palm of his hand and wrapping it around their cocks, bringing them together tightly.
“Genious, babe.” Gun moaned, copying Tinn’s movements, before ducking his head to lick a burning path over Tinn’s neck up to his ear, sucking on his earlobe, feeling Tinn’s hips hitch up against his, intensifying the friction on them.
“You feel so fucking good, baby.” Tinn gasped, turning his head to look into Gun’s face. His legs were wrapped around Gun, thighs trembling and tightening his hips. Fuck, he never wanted this to end, he wanted to stay here forever, between Tinn’s legs, his forearm resting by his head while he kept one hand tangled in his boyfriend’s hair, their hips moving desperately against each other, pleasure burning and rising from his toes all the way up his spine, making his skin spark.
Their hands and stomachs were slick and sticky with precum, cocks pulsing together, movements growing sloppy and faster, harder, tighter. Their mouths were hovering together, lips, tongues, and teeth catching hungrily, sharing breaths and soft noises.
“Fuck, Gun, Gun, baby, I’m close, I’m going to cum, it’s so good, you’re so fucking good, I want to do this every day.” Tinn gasped, cupping Gun’s face, keeping their eyes locked. Gun moaned, moving even faster, focusing on Tinn more. He needed to see him come.
Tinn’s body tightened against him, his back arching, face going slack. His eyes rolled back, fluttering shut, plush lips pressing together at the last second to keep in the worst - the best, the absolutely fucking best, Gun needed to hear them out loud forever - before spilling between them, thick come falling down their hands and stomachs. Gun’s orgasm came crashing down on him at the sight, mouth finding Tinn’s neck again to hide his noises with his teeth on his skin.
Gun slumped over Tinn, letting the other boy take all his weight with a grunt. Tinn poked his side until he rolled over, lying down beside him, members mostly tangled together. Their chest rose rapidly, panting breaths echoing together in the darkness of the room. Gun turned his head, finding Tinn’s eyes already on him, smiling widely. His heart was suddenly bursting with love and happiness, laughter spilling from his lips before he realized it. Soon, they were both laughing, eyes twinkling, bodies entangled, feeling each other’s laughter vibrating across their bodies.
Their laughter died down slowly, happiness still bubbling in their chests. Gun finished kicking his clothes off, now fallen to his knees, noticing how Tinn’s shorts were hanging by one of his ankles with a snort. He rubbed their hands and stomachs with his shorts, throwing the dirty clothes somewhere behind him before laying down again, mostly on top of Tinn.
“Did that take your mind off of things?” Tinn asked, voice low and tired. Gun snorted.
“What mind? I don’t think I’ll be able to think for a while,” he panted, making Tinn giggle. With a herculean effort, Gun unburied his face from Tinn’s chest, grabbing his chin, turning his face towards him firmly. “Now shush. It’s sleep time.”
Tinn laughed brightly, resting their foreheads together. “Anything you say, baby.”