On Track | MINSUNG

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If Minho could choose to freeze time, he'd stop time right now. Right now, at eight in the morning, with Jisung asleep against his side and all three cats curled up on the bed.

Minho wasn't sure when his parents had let them in, but he was glad they were here. The air was chilly but the bed was warm, so Minho kept his arms under the duvet and made sure it was pulled up to his chin.

Waking up next to Jisung was always his favourite thing, even on Mondays. But today it was a painful reminder that tomorrow was Saturday and he had to see his dad. Minho had been putting off thinking about it, wanting to stay in the moment and enjoy his time with Jisung.

And he had. But now the dread was clawing at Minho's stomach, spreading throughout his body. He didn't know whether Jisung planned to go home today or tomorrow morning, but Minho hoped he stayed for as long as possible.

He knew Jisung had gotten up at six to take his medication and had gone back to bed like normal, so Minho knew Jisung would probably wake up soon. A part of Minho wanted Jisung to get up so they had as much time together as possible, but a bigger part of Minho wanted to savour this. He wanted to engrave it in his bones, tattoo it on his skin, burn it into his brain, seep it into his bloodstream. Any way and every way, keep this moment with him to get him through going to his dad's.

Because Minho knew he'd be miserable at his dad's, even if his dad wasn't going to lecture him or use him to get with women.

* * *

It was nearly nine when Jisung woke up, yawning and making grumbling noises. It was cute, the way Jisung grabbed for Minho, tucking himself into his side. Minho smiled, kissing the side of Jisung's head.

'What time is it?' Jisung mumbled.

'Basically nine. How do you feel?'

'Tired. Fine. Hungry.'

Minho wasn't particularly hungry himself, and he really didn't want to get up. He'd already gotten up to let the cats out, and it was cold outside of the bed. 'We could get up.'

'No,' Jisung said quickly. 'I just wanna stay here.'

'Okay, sweetheart.'

Minho rolled onto his side to spoon Jisung, pressing his face to the back of his neck, breathing him in. Minho didn't know how to explain it, but he loved the way Jisung felt and smelt after sleep. His skin felt different, softer maybe, and he smelt like the bed, like Minho, and that scent that was just Jisung.

Minho wrapped his arms around Jisung's middle, and Jisung pressed back against him, wiggling.

'What are you trying to do?' Minho mused.

'Nothing,' Jisung said, but he shifted downwards so his ass was pressed right against Minho's dick.

Dick twitching, Minho bit at Jisung's shoulder, sliding his hand down to cup Jisung's dick.

'Minho.'

'What?' Minho asked, feigning innocence. 'You started it.'

Jisung wriggled his ass again, grinding on Minho's dick. Minho had been awake long enough that his morning wood had gone away, but now he was getting hard again, from Jisung's wiggling and the thoughts that had come along with it.

He liked the idea of fucking Jisung just like this, in this position, fucking him slowly and gently, breaking him apart with his words. But Minho also liked the idea of fucking Jisung against his window sill, or against the wall, or just flipping them over in the bed and taking Jisung like that, all praise and deep thrusts, with Jisung blindfolded.