Jaywon AO3 stories :)

Lets see where we wake up tomorrow; yeseoakoi

Somehow, the bed feels even more cramped then when he had been sitting between Heeseung and Sunoo, the space smaller, tethering at the edges of intimate. He wonders if Jay's hands are slicked with sweat like Jungwon's. He wonders if the brush of their calves has Jay's chest seizing the way Jungwon's is. He wonders if-

Palms press to his stomach and draw him against a solid chest. Jungwon sucks in a breath a little too quickly and ends up winded, head dizzy.

Jay's chin tucks itself into the crook of Jungwon's neck and there it is again, the maddening ghost of his breath against Jungwon's ear. "Stop squirming. I can't fall asleep." Jungwon's body seems to have been reduced to the consistency of jello.

"Sorry," he murmurs, not trusting himself to speak any further. Jay adjusts himself minutely so his chest rounds against the curve of Jungwon's spine.

"It's been a long time since we've last done this."

"High school."

"Yeah, high school." He can hear the smile in Jay's voice. "You were so cute back then."

Although Jay can't see it, Jungwon raises a brow in offense. "So I'm not cute anymore?"

There's a lull; Jay's fingers rub circles into the dip of his hips and Jungwon's stomach flutters with the frenzy of butterfly wings.

"No," Jay says. "I think you're cuter now."

Awakening to the sound of Sunoo's giggles and Riki's not-so-quiet mutters is not fun at all. Riki has never learned the concept of quiet and it shows as he loudly asks, "is this fine?"

"Ssh!" Sunoo hushes. It doesn't do much to lower Riki's voice.

Jungwon wants to wring both of their necks. He shifts, ready to sit up and tell them off, except there's a soft exhale and his brain catches up to the warm weight draped over his back.

Jay's hand brushes against the soft skin of his belly, exposed from where his shirt had ridden up over the course of the night. His fingers are ticklish and Jungwon has to bite his lip to keep a laugh from escaping him. Their legs are tangled firmly together, Jay's nose pressed into his neck.

The melody of Jay's soft breathing is soothing enough his eyelids dip once more, sleep pulling him under-

"That's not the right angle! Take it like-" He grits his teeth. That's it.

He doesn't get much of a chance to open his mouth because Jay is beating him to it, voice husky and raw from the morning. "Shut up."

Jay's head drops back to his shoulder and—his breathing is even again, Jungwon marvels. As expected of Jay. Riki's voice comes again. "This is gross, I'm leaving."

Jungwon's eyes snap open. "As if you didn't cuddle with Sunoo-hyung all night!" Sunoo shrieks in surprise before immediately pouncing on him, wrapping his arms around Jungwon through the covers.

"So you were just pretending to sleep!" He chirps, and Jungwon groans, rubbing at his eyes and wishing to never move again.

"Since Heeseung-hyung has been driving us for the last two days," Jungwon announces, "Jay-hyung is going to drive us back."

Heeseung tries to argue that he can handle it, but he's ultimately shut down by all six of them and accepts being a passenger for the way back. There's a mild change of seats—Jake is exiled to the third row and Heeseung takes his spot, while the rest of them look expectantly at Jay.

"I'll be completely unbiased," Jay says, and none of them buy it for a second.

"We all know who he's going to pick," Jake mutters. Jay ignores him as he rests his chin on a hand, surveying them each.