We are nobody

Junhee somehow vulgarly whines and jerks off, closing his eyes. Donghun digs his fingers into his hips and pulls him back. June makes the sound again and arches his back, burying his face in the pillow. A lazy calmness spreads through the body, but rough pushes from behind do not allow one to surrender to this feeling in full, so Jun simply continues to stand with his ass up and make some muffled sounds. Donghun throws his head back and bites his lip, feeling himself fill Junhee up from the inside. The younger one whines again and curls his toes, clutching the pillowcase. Donghun lets go of Jun’s thighs, where there are red marks from his fingers, and rises from the bed. Jun flops onto his stomach and turns his head to the side, opening his eyes slightly. Donghun is well built, tanned, fit and he would be just the perfect guy for Jun, if not for one “but”. Donghun doesn’t love Joon and Jun doesn’t love Donghun. They are both in the same group in their final year, both are excellent students and they like guys who study a year lower than them. Yuchan, a modest and funny boy from the graphic design department, and Sehyoon, an ideal, athletic guy from the physical education and sports department. The two were cousins and were always surrounded by large crowds of people. Everything would be fine, because Donghun and Junhee were also very well made and were very popular people, but. . . . . . . . but their popularity was different: Sehyoon and Yuchan were popular with girls, and Donghun and Junhee were popular with boys. One day, Junhee tried to approach Sehyoon as a senior student, even though he was younger than him. Putting on a pretentious expression, he decided to try his luck and flirt with the guy while they were standing at the bus stop and waiting for the bus, but he didn’t appreciate his attempts and almost even beat him, promising to do it next time if Jun did something else… something like that. Donghun, on the contrary, didnt dare to approach Chan, because it seemed to him that he was too naive and gentle to listen to Donghun’s rude, mixed-up jokes like stupid phrases “you have such a big butt and such a toned charisma”. So Donghun and Jun share the same grief and decided to help each other to cope with this problem. After all, this is the last year, and after that it should get easier. Junhee lazily stretches on the rumpled sheets and rises from the bed, feeling an unpleasant tickling sensation from the sperm running down the inside of his thigh. Wincing, he wipes his feet with these same sheets and picks up his underwear, following Donghun into the kitchen. Donghun does not change his traditions and, always throwing a robe on himself after their sex, drinks strong coffee without sugar, leaning his hips on the windowsill. It’s a strange habit, but after six months of their joint hookups, Junhee has already gotten used to it. Donghun always drinks his coffee in silence, staring blankly at the floor, and Jun always waits expectantly for the end of this ceremony, sitting on a soft stool at the table. They rarely communicate after such meetings, because everyone is always somewhere deep inside themselves, or maybe there is simply no desire. Their relationship, if it could say so, is unlike any other kind: they are not a couple, they are not lovers, they are not friends. Donghun and Junhee are ordinary classmates who, even at university, do not contact each other because of the desire to become better in all respects than their competitors. No one around them knew that they both met every Monday and every Saturday, that they both shared Donghun’s bed these days, that they both sat in silence in the kitchen afterwards, and that Donghun always paid for Jun’s taxi back. It couldn’t even be called friendship sex, because they were simple acquaintances for each other, but it didn’t amount to a casual relationship either. Sex because of a common misfortune sounded much more convincing. “Are you made the project?” Donghoon breaks the silence and finishes the last sip of bitter coffee, placing the mug next to him on the windowsill. Junhee winces coldly from the cool air in the kitchen and shakes his head negatively. “We were united into one couple”. Jun said. “Well, you can’t do it alone or something”. Donghun winces and belts his robe tighter. “A similar question for you”. Donghun chuckles and nods towards the door. “Get dressed, I’ll order a taxi”. And leaves the kitchen. Sunday flies by too quickly. It’s just so fast that Junhee doesn’t even notice how he gets down into the subway, how he goes out to the station through, how he gets up and quickly dashes into a cramped alley that is somehow too dirty against the backdrop of the rest of the city, how he finds the right house and how he’s already stands on the threshold in front of the door of his familiar classmate. He just stands there and stares at the battered door, raising his hand to the bell, but not daring to press it. For six months, Junhee got used to the idea that Sehyoon was unattainable for him, he even seemed to have cooled off towards him, but the habit established by him and Donghun had become so ingrained in his life that he was not aware of his actions. He just dress up in and went to this outback, as if to work. Every time he waited for this fucking Monday, and after Saturday, to again feel what he never experience with Sehyoon. Donghun was also waiting for these days, but without any excitement. In a week, from Monday to Saturday, he could happily admire Yuchan, and then pour out all his adoration for that guy in Junhee. In principle, he has probably also, to some extent, come to terms with the fact that Chan remains as unattainable for him as Sehyoon is for Junhee. June shakes his head and presses the doorbell anyway. There is a commotion on the other side, then the door opens and Donghun lets the guy out. Without saying anything, he just nods and goes into the room, shuffling his feet in slippers on the floor. Junhee, silent as usual, takes off his light jacket and sneakers. Turning off the light, he follows the guy. Donghun quickly creates the illusion of cleanliness by throwing all the trash into the corner of the room and covering it with long curtains. Taking a look at his work, he turns to Jun. “You’re early today”. Donghun said. “If you were waiting for me, you would have let me know to come earlier”. “I’m not waiting for you. You come yourself”. So nice talked. Junhee swallows in annoyance and takes off his plain black T-shirt. Donghun doesn’t care what he looks like. It doesn’t matter whether he’s wearing makeup or whether he’s styled his hair, what color his panties are or whether the socks on his feet are different. Donghun absolutely doesn’t care about this factor, because he erected an image in his head that he always strived for, and Junhee was for him an ordinary puppet that he twirled as he wanted. Jun takes off his frayed jeans and throws them on the chair that stands propping up the door so that it doesn’t close. Donghun carefully glances over Jun’s body, after which he approaches and, pulling him towards him, roughly bites his neck. Jun winces, Donghun’s caresses have never been distinguished by tenderness, but at least he grateful for that. He closes his eyes and tilts his head to the side, giving access to his already tortured skin Donghun rudely begins to kiss his shoulder and collarbones, run his warm palms over Jun’s hot, lean body, touch the neat areolas of his nipples, feel every bone of his ribs with his fingers. He doesn’t want to do this, he doesn’t like wasting his time and touches on something that, in his opinion, is inappropriate, but somewhere in the depths of his insignificant soul he understands that Junhee also has a hard time and he also needs give at least a little bit of relaxation. Probably the only humane attitude towards Junhee in their so-called relationship is this very drop of humanity and a hint of some kind of care. Hun didn’t feel anything else, nor did he consider himself obligated. Junhee bites his lip and runs his fingers through Donghun’s soft hair, causing him to snort with displeasure and roughly send the guy onto the bed, pulling off from yourself tight-fitting T-shirt with some inscription in French. Jun winces and watches how the elder approaches him, how he looms over him and does not look at his face at all, only wandering his eyes over the numerous bites and bruises from hickeys on Jun’s neck, collarbones, chest and ribs. Hun is turned on by the fact that he can leave marks. Although they are not dating, for the time they are in this relationship, Junhee belongs to him. Completely, as evidenced by the purple bruises all over his body. And Junhee doesn’t mind, he likes to feel like he belongs to someone. Donghun doesn’t stand on ceremony and slips his hand into Junhee’s underwear, cupping his dick in his palm. The guy groans and closes his eyes, biting his lower lip. Donghun’s palms are rough, but his movements are so gentle that one touch makes go crazy. This is probably the only place where Hun shows this very tenderness and Jun, in principle, doesn’t mind. Dusk slowly falls outside the window and twilight begins to reign in the room. In this lighting, Donghun looks completely different, Jun looks at his face, looks at his chest and abs, feels how he begins to desire him, how he gradually leaves reality and all this seems so cool to him that he himself has reciprocal feelings. The elder pulls off Junhee’s underwear and bends down to his lower abdomen, leaving another mark of his own on it. Junhee gasps and spreads his legs apart. Hun takes off the rest of his clothes and settles between the guy’s legs. No caresses, no foreplay. Just stupid sex, and then go home. Donghun runs his hand over his dick and places it against Junhee’s ass, resting his hands on either side of him on the bed. Jun bites his lip, feeling the hard dick, and then winces a little as Hun slowly enters him. Usually, the elder starts using his fingers only after a week, because he knows that Junhee has no one but him, but from Saturday to Monday he does not devote any effort to preparations, moral or physical. He just stupidly gets his way and lags behind. Junhee closes his eyes and squeezes Donghun’s dick inside him, causing Hun to let out a noisy gasp and start thrusting his hips. He closes his eyes and lowers his head, imagining how it would all be if in the place of the hated Junhee it was not Junhee, but Yuchan. Jun also tries to imagine Sehyoon, his awesome body, his strong and gentle hands, but for some reason he just can’t do it. Donghun appears in front of his eyes, drinking his coffee in the kitchen. He sees him walking into his kitchen in this twilight and Donghun looks up at him for the first time. And he looks, but not as at another pillow for squishing, but as at the object of his desire, as at someone he likes. Junhee introduces himself as Donghun lets go of that damn mug and reaches his hands towards him. How he begins to gently kiss his neck, asking for forgiveness for every bruise, licking them, scorching them with his breath. How he hugs Junhee’s thin waist, how he squeezes his hips, moving his hands to his buttocks. Jun sees that Donghun turns him around with his back to him, pulls his head back, clinging to Jun’s thick hair with his thin fingers. The way Jun feels him inside, the way Donghun thrusts. More. And more. Junhee arches forward, stroking his chest with his palms. The penis is oozing and pulsating, the body is hot, and the bottom is aching. The real Donghun pounds into him, spreading Junhee on the bed, drawing out another moan with each thrust. Jun is generous with this, he really enjoys touching and penetration, but his mind is such a mess that he can no longer distinguish who he really wants: the imaginary Sehyoon or the real Donghun. Hun makes you tuck your legs at the knees and brings them together, lifting them up. Jun gives in and lowers his hand to his groin, grasping his own hard penis. Donghun thrusts in jerks and enjoys the pleasant feeling throughout his body that is about to reach its peak. The room becomes stuffy, the guy feels his own heart dive, tap dancing. Would he have been able to fuck Junhee like this if it weren’t for their shared grief? He would never in my life lie in the same bed with him. But for lack of options, ung got used to this fact and accepted Jun. Junhee whines and jerks, spraying cum onto his stomach. Donghun, biting his lip, enters the guy with his full length, leaning on his bent legs with his whole body. Junhee hums something again and groans blissfully from the pleasant warmth inside him. The older man licks his lips in a cheesy manner and slowly straightens up, leaving the guy. Junhee carefully straightens his legs and relaxes on the bed, watching as Hun gets up and wipes his dick with the edge of the sheet. Without saying anything, he reaches for his terry robe and, throwing it on, leaves the room. Junhee closes his eyes. He really doesn’t want to get up, get ready and go. He wants to cover himself with a blanket and stay in this bed until tomorrow, but he knows very well that Donghun won’t allow him to do that. Donghun won’t even let him stay. Smiling sadly, the guy slowly runs his fingers over his chest. Why is Donghun like this? Why does Junhee think about him?. The guy’s thoughts are such a mess that he’s starting to get tired. He wants to belong to someone alone, like now. Apart from Hun, he has no partners, no suitors. Jun wants to take care of himself in order to be admired, to be desired. He want to be loved. Hun doesn’t have anyone either, so why don’t they try their luck? Chan is just as unattainable for him as Sehyoon. Jun is sure that Hun understands this, but for some reason he doesn’t want to believe it. He wonder if he ever fucked not Chan in his imagination, but Junhee? Sighing, the guy gets out of bed and pulls on his things. The actions are all so lazy and reluctant that he again allows the thought of staying in bed and just going to sleep. “Are you dressed?” Hun said. Donghun enters the room just as Jun lazily straightens his jeans to pull them over his skinny ass. Looking at the guy, Jun bites his lip, standing up as if rooted to the spot. Donghun frowns in displeasure. “What are you staring at? Get dressed and leave already”. Jun turns a thoughtful look at his pants and throws them on the floor under the amazed gaze of the elder. Hesitantly picking up the elastic band of his underwear, he pulls them down again and strides towards Hun without breaking eye contact. He knows that Donghun is clearly not happy with the guy’s frivolity, but for some reason Jun really wants to try. Take a risk and try to create at least a spark in their relationship. What if Donghun agrees and they become a real couple? What if they succeed? Jun approaches the guy and touches his cheek with his fingers. He frowns, showing with all his appearance that the younger one has finally gotten the hell out of the way, but Jun pretends not to notice. He rises on his toes and touches someone else’s lips with his lips, pulling him into a kiss. For some reason, excitement runs through his body, Jun is afraid that now, right now, Hun will push him away and throw him out the door in this form, but the elder does not push him away, does not protest. Jun becomes a little more confident and hugs the guy by the neck, runs his tongue over his lips and asks to go inside. Donghun gives in and opens his mouth slightly, responding to the younger’s demanding kiss. He becomes more assertive, caressing him with his tongue, pressing his naked body to himself. Junhee hums quietly and finds the waistband of his robe with his hands. The elder’s hands confidently clasp his waist and as soon as Jun unties his belt, the elder immediately picks up the guy in his arms. Junhee hugs Hun’s waist with his legs without breaking the kiss, holds onto his shoulders tightly and whines softly. Most likely, Donghun will be very angry afterwards, maybe even yell at what Jun allows himself to do, but the younger one doesn’t care about all these little things now. Hun feels how Jun’s dick rubs against his own body, how the younger one literally lights up again, like fire in his hands. Junhee is so light and slender that it costs Hun nothing to hold him in his arms. Without breaking the kiss and not making out where he is going, he presses him with his back to the wall, causing Jun to break away from his partner’s reddened lips for a split second, exhaling the remnants of hot air and again furiously kisses to his lips. Donghun squeezes his buttocks painfully and spreads them apart. Jun is so fucking awesome now, moaning into his mouth and trying to press his chest against his body. He is so pliable and responsive, he has a hundred reactions to every action. Straightforward a master of reactions and that’s probably what Donghun likes. The elder breaks the kiss and lets go of Junhee, setting him on his feet. He licks his lips and turns his back. With his hands on the wall, Junhee leans over and sticks out his butt to Hun, swaying his hips in a welcoming manner. Hun lets out a quiet growl, caressing his penis with his palm. This view makes Jun dizzy. Usually, their sex is not distinguished by any emotions. Jun just comes, hassle for five minutes, and then has a stupid fuck. But now Junhee acts like they’re a couple. What is this, some kind of game? “Junhee, you stand there like a whore”. Hun grins and gives a ringing and painful slap on the ass, causing the younger one to shudder and arch his back more. “What came over you? Don’t you want to go home?” The elder takes hold of the thin thighs and begins to move the head between the guy’s buttocks. Jun languidly closes his eyes, frantically wondering what to answer. “I’m tired of the same type of sex. I think it’s great when it passes in such a form, as if it were a game…” Biting his lip, he tries to push himself, but he deliberately teases and does not allow him to do anything, causing an annoyed groan from the younger one. “Game? I think that Yuchan would not be against this kind of sex”. The guy grins and pushes his dick into Jun’s ass. Jun is hot and worked out inside, causing Donghun to grin smugly and reach his hand into the guy’s hair, pulling his head back towards him. Jun gives in, biting his lips in anticipation. “Give me your groane, Junhee. I want to hear your fucking voice”. Hun said. And Jun groaned. Hun began to pound into him, causing the younger one to press his palms against the wall harder and harder, bend over backwards, and moan as the older one asked. He whined, whispered his name, hummed, tortured his lips, squeezing Hun’s legs and penis inside him, causing him to receive ringing slaps on his butt. When Donghun pushed him onto the bed and placed him roughly in doggy style, Jun started screaming, burying his face in the pillow. His whole body was burning and trembling, as if he had a chill. The penis oozed lubricant and demanded release. Hun rhythmically pounded into him, slapping his balls against his ass, and pressed his hands into his lower back, forcing him to bend further. A little more and Jun would break, but he endured and meekly succumbed, like plasticine. The entire pillow was already wet from his drool and tears that appeared in his eyes. Unable to stand it, he grabbed his dick and began to jerk off at the pace of the elder’s thrusts. Donghun catches the waves of pleasure and hisses in displeasure when Junhee arches his back from cumming into his palm. Coming out of it, Hun rises to his feet and pushes the younger one in the thigh with his foot. “June, suck it”. Since Junhee says that this is a game, then Donghun will play and get absolutely everything he wants. June fucking squints and swallows, slowly sliding off the bed onto his knees. He crawls up to the elder and bends down, kissing his toes, stroking them with his palm, stroking his calves. He slowly gets up and kneels, tilting his head up and making eye contact with the smirking Hun. The elder’s dick is erect, it’s all smeared with lubricant and ready for discharge, but June hesitates. He licks his bitten lips and touches the head with the tip of his tongue. Hun winces from the pleasant feeling, but what he wants even more is to see his dick in Junhee’s throat. The younger one grabs the trunk and begins to lick it, continuing to look up at the guy. Hun bites his lip, unable to take his eyes off him. Junhee moans quietly and works with his tongue, licks the elastic balls, licks the base of the penis, pressing his tongue on the protruding veins. He watches how the eldest melts and takes pleasure in it. He runs along the frenulum and slowly swallows, first only the head, massaging it with his tongue, and then deeper, relaxing and letting the shaft into himself. Hun exhales convulsively and begins to slowly and smoothly push his hips. The younger one guides the dick behind his cheek with his tongue and slightly covers his jaw, sliding his teeth along the shaft with each thrust. Donghun lets out a blissful moan again, throwing his head back, speeding up a little and shuddering, pouring out into his mouth. Jun winces and pulls away, spitting out the cum along with his saliva. His entire chin is wet, his eyes are tearful, and there is a bird’s nest on his head, but he is pleased with himself. Happy that Donghun didn’t push him away and accepted him. “Get up”. Hun says hoarsely and wraps himself back in his robe. Junhee swallows the rest and wipes his lips with the back of his hand, slowly rising to his feet. “As always, will you order me a taxi?” “It’s late outside, I changed my mind. Stay here with me today”. Junhee smiles involuntarily, but Donghun doesn’t see it. He turns around and leaves the room. The week flies by quickly. Much faster than everyone else. They, as usual, do not communicate at the university, do not visit each other at unspecified times, but Jun is simply going crazy with the languor of the coming Saturday. He no longer sees Sehyoon, does not imagine his voice. His new problem is Donghun, who leads a normal life outside his bedroom, chatting with friends, joking and laughing. Now Jun looks only at him and assures himself that after last Monday, Donghun also wants to repeat everything. The younger tried to hold on for a whole week, but on Friday evening he realized that it was better to tell his classmate about everything, to say that neither he nor Donghun have a chance to be with those they like, but they have each other and why not try to start a relationship. Besides, the last time Donghun accepted Jun, he even allowed him to spend the night at home, in the same bed. At night they hugged sweetly, Hun buried his face in his shoulder and whispered all sorts of nonsense, and Jun smiled contentedly, half asleep, and pressed his back to the elder. This was probably the best night in the entire six months of their meetings. On Saturday, Jun decided that he would confess. Before heading to Donghun’s house, he stopped at a store and bought a small cake. He went down to the metro again, drove through several stations and rose to the surface, dashing into a shabby area. Having reached the house, he raised his head and looked at the elder’s windows. A little more and he will be in this room again. Entering the entrance, he went up to the floor and brought his breathing in order. Today he was twenty minutes late from the scheduled time. Will Hun be unhappy? Swallowing and glancing at the cute little cake, Jun touched the doorbell and pressed it. But there were no sounds outside the door. Looking around in surprise, Jun pressed the bell again and again no one answered it. Biting his lip in annoyance, he went to the stairs and sat down on the step, staring down the stairwell in anticipation. Apparently he wasn’t the only one late today. Donghun arrived half an hour later. Seeing Jun, he only nodded in greeting and opened the doors, entering first. Junhee stomped around in the hallway, then undressed and turned off the light. “Hyung, I want to tell you something”. Jun said. “Let’s do it later”. Donghun winced and left the kitchen. “It is important. It seems that you…” “You go to the bedroom and undress, prepare yourself there, and I’ll come now. I don’t have time, let’s finish everything quickly today. Urgent matters arose”. Without listening to the younger one at all, Hun went into the bathroom and closed the door. Junhee bit his lip, looking down at the small, beautiful cake he was holding in his hands. So he fucking confessed.