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Normal people might bookmark their favorite porn videos, maybe download them if they're really a big fan. But Jisung – he goes above and beyond. He saves them to his shitty computer, then opens Adobe Premiere Pro and cuts them all together. Creates ultimate cumpliation videos just for himself, featuring his favorite cumshots out there. He's gotta use his film editing degree somehow.
Sure, he could just find some pre-cut cumpilations online, but it's not the same. When he cuts it himself, he gets to pick the videos. This way, he can have a variety; some blowjobs, some creampies, maybe even a twink coming untouched here and there. He can have different videos for different types of horny, too. Like, if he's feeling tender horny, the porn is a little softer. If he's desperate to get railed until he cries, his cumpilation might involve a little more bondage than usual. It just depends on his mood.
The videos are always at least twenty minutes long, sometimes longer. There's no point to that; Jisung is almost guaranteed to come in the first three minutes. But if they're all in one cumpilation, he can fast forward at his whimsy, watching certain cumshots when he's crashing over the edge. He's not ashamed to say he has the timecodes memorized for some of his favorite moments. Minute 9:03 from Cumpilation #4? That's an impeccable cumshot if Jisung has ever seen one. One of his top five cumshots, hands down.
Which is where he is right now. Cock pulled out of his boxers, lube in hand, video playing as he beats his meat to the famed Cumpilation #4. But whatever higher power there is must hate him, because as he's working himself to orgasm, his laptop fucking freezes.
It takes Jisung a moment for his brain to catch up with what's going on. At first, he doesn't even notice, just keeps stripping his dick at a rapid pace. But then he realizes everything is still and quiet, and all it takes is one look at his laptop for him to realize the very, very unfortunate situation he's in.
And apparently he can't catch a break, because it's not like it froze on a normal still. Instead, it froze on a screen of a guy with his tongue out, jerking another cock into his mouth. Said cock is mid-orgasm, too, so the guy with his mouth open has some cum landing on his tongue. All in all, it's obscene.
Now, Jisung is no amateur when it comes to computers. His film editing degree means he has an above average technical knowledge base. First, he does what any smart person would do: he tries to turn his laptop off and back on again. Woefully, that does not work. At all. The computer screen won't even turn off, so instead he's still looking at this twink getting a mouthful of cum from a suspiciously large dick.
After trying to force shut down his laptop several times, Jisung realizes he now has two courses of action, basically. He could buy a new laptop, or he could see if he can get his current one fixed. Jisung has maybe $300 to his name right now, so buying a new computer is not looking very feasible. Which means he's going to have to go through the abject humiliation of showing another human being his laptop, all while the screen is frozen on literal porn.
But after a few quick Google searches, Jisung discovers that getting it fixed isn't exactly cheap either. It will cost at least $100, if not more, and that's one third of Jisung's net worth. He already lives on instant ramyeon, it's not like there's something else he can cut from his budget to make this work financially.
By now, Jisung's boner has completely disappeared, from a combination of the stress of the situation and the fact that he can't afford a $100 laptop fix right now.
Just when he's about to give up, he remembers Felix. His good friend Felix, who would do anything for him. Felix, who has a hopefully equally generous older brother that works in IT. So Jisung turns to his phone, the one screen he has that is blissfully unfrozen.
jisung: hey remember how u have a brother that knows computer stuff
felix: yes i remember that
jisung: awesome
jisung: my computer is fucked rn
jisung: like. screen completely frozen, can't even shut it off
felix: yes i can give you his number
felix: 1 Contact: minho [cat emoji]
jisung: why does it just say cat emoji
jisung: why not put an actual cat emoji
felix: bc minho thought that was funny
felix: hes weird btw
jisung: i figured. he works in IT
felix: ok film bro
felix: but! he's nice! so he'll probably help
Jisung doesn't know if Minho even knows who he is, but he figures he might as well just send this text and hope for the best.
jisung: hi minho! this is jisung, felix's friend!
jisung: my computer is broken TT
jisung: i was wondering if there was any chance you could maybe fix it? i live right down the block from felix, but i can also come to you if that's easier!!
jisung: no worries if you cant help though! just figured i might as well ask!
He realizes a quadruple text might have been a little much to start with, but he can't really undo that now. So he sits there, alternating between staring at his blank phone screen and his frozen laptop screen while he waits for Minho's reply. After the longest three minutes of his life, Jisung's phone vibrates with a reply from Minho.
minho (felix's brother): hi jisungie~~
minho (felix's brother): ofc i can help!!!
minho (felix's brother): i'm actually nearby right now, so i can swing by in like 15 min if that's okay?
jisung: you are my HERO
jisung: thank you thank you thank you. i owe u my life
Jisung sends his address and Minho confirms that he'll be there in thirteen minutes. Jisung is relieved for all of twenty four seconds, because then he realizes that he's going to have to show his laptop screen to this guy. He's going to have to look Minho in the eye and say, "Hey, so my laptop froze while I was watching porn. Here's a very obscene cumshot, can you fix this?"
He spirals for almost the entirety of the time he's waiting for Minho. Luckily, he returns to his mind enough just before Minho arrives to tidy up – which is to say, he puts on a clean pair of pants, tosses his lube in his nightstand drawer, and washes his hands. All in time to hear a knock at his door announcing Minho's arrival.
When Jisung swings open his front door, he decides that the aforementioned higher power really, really hates him. Because Minho is the hottest person Jisung has ever seen. And Jisung's seen, like, a lot of people.
He has a sharp jawline, piercing eyes, thighs that make Jisung want to scream. And now Jisung is really, really considering just taking the loss and buying a whole new laptop that he can't afford so that he doesn't have to humiliate himself in front of the world's most attractive man, who is also his friend's brother, so it's feasible that they might cross paths again in the future. Fuck. Jisung did not think this through.
"Hi, Jisung, right?" Minho asks, and Jisung can only nod; he's still a little speechless at this actual Adonis standing in his doorway right now. Only once he realizes that both of them are standing there awkwardly does Jisung think to invite Minho inside.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" Jisung asks, just to be a good host. He doesn't actually have anything more than water to offer. Fortunately, Minho shakes his head and sits his dorky tech guy shoulder bag by the couch. It's kind of endearing.
"So, this is the cursed laptop?" Minho asks, motioning towards Jisung's computer on the coffee table. The screen is shut right now, so Jisung isn't embarrassed. Yet.
"Uh, yeah. I was. Well, I was watching something. And then the screen froze. And won't unfreeze. And I tried to turn it off and back on again, but then I couldn't even get it to shut down. Or force restart, either. So that clearly didn't work. And I'm kind of broke, so I can't afford a new one. I can't even afford to show up to one of those computer fix-y places, actually."
Minho chuckles, and Jisung finds the sound momentarily calming. The key word being momentarily, because then he watches as Minho reaches forward to open Jisung's laptop.
"Wait!" Jisung shouts, and Minho freezes, visibly confused. "Um. Just. You have to promise you're not going to think I'm a freak when you open that and see what the screen is frozen on."
Minho quirks an eyebrow, but continues on with the process of opening the laptop. His face is impressively blank when he's confronted with the full-screen picture of one of Jisung's favorite cumshots.
"Well, Jisung. I'm not going to lie to you here, this was not what I was expecting."
Jisung buries his face in his hands and groans. "You know what, nevermind. I will just not go to the doctor or dentist for the next two years and use that money to buy a new laptop instead." He extends his arm to snatch his computer back, but Minho pulls it out of his reach before he can get it in his hands.
"Nuh-uh. I'm already here, you've already suffered the mortifying ordeal of me knowing that you were jerking off before noon on a Tuesday and knowing exactly what you were getting off to, so you might as well just let me see if I can fix it."
Jisung whines dramatically and throws his head back, but he has to admit that Minho does have a point. So he concedes, fidgeting around with his hands while he watches Minho do some computer stuff.
Objectively, Minho is incredibly fucking sexy while he works. Any hot-blooded human attracted to men would think this. Watching the way his eyebrows furrow in concentration, how his tongue peeks out just a little from between his lips – Jisung wants to recreate the scene currently on his laptop screen. He wants to be the guy on his knees, and he wants Minho's cum shooting into his mouth.
Jisung physically shakes his head, trying to clear his mind of those filthy thoughts. Here Minho is, being so kind as to help him when they've never even met before, and what does Jisung do in return? He pictures taking Minho's cock in any and all of his holes. Like some kind of filthy degenerate with no decorum.
He's so wrapped up in his own mind that he doesn't even notice Minho making progress, not until he is suddenly hearing very loud, very vulgar noises playing from his laptop speakers. He scrambles to reach over Minho and presses the spacebar to pause the video, not wanting to experience this any longer than he has to. (And also because they're approaching minute 9:03, and Jisung knows he will get hard just out of reflex when he sees that moment).
"Awesome, thank you so much. If it's alright with you, I would like to never think about this again, sound good?" Jisung asks, scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly.
Minho nods slowly, and Jisung expects him to get up and leave, but he stays put. And then he clears his throat and says, "Well, actually. I don't know if it's entirely fixed. So I should probably stay. Just to make sure the entire video can play through without issue. Just to be safe, you know? From a technical perspective. I prefer to be thorough in my work."
Jisung knows his entire face is red right now, can feel the heat in his own cheeks. Minho can't be suggesting what Jisung thinks he is, right? There's no way Minho is saying he wants to sit here and watch the remaining twenty two minutes of this cumpilation with Jisung.
"Um. What?"
"Well, I just would hate for this to have been for nothing. What if I leave, and you go right back to jerking off, only for your laptop to freeze again? That'd be like some twisted sort of edging. So I just want to make sure it's totally fixed before I go."
In response, Jisung nods slowly, watching in confusion as Minho leans forward and unpauses the video.
Now they're both sitting there as two guys who just met ten minutes ago, who are only connected because of Felix, and they're watching porn together. And not just any porn – they're watching Jisung's top hits. The cumshots that Jisung can always count on to bring him to orgasm. This mix is middle of the line, so there's some light bondage involved, some cock rings, some vibrators pressed to the heads of cocks. Lots of slick handjobs. All things that make Jisung's blood run hot.
He feels extremely awkward. This situation would be weird with anyone, but with Minho, a man so hot he could be crowned People's Sexiest Man of the Year? Jisung is in hell. His own personal hell. Forced to watch erotic videos with a man cut straight from Jisung's wet dreams, all while not being able to do anything about it.
As if it couldn't get any worse, Jisung realizes he's now getting hard, because of course he is. He's watching a bunch of his favorite hot guys coming on screen, next to his new favorite hot guy he knows in real life. What else is he supposed to do, not get a boner? That would be insane.
He tries to shift subtly, tries not to make it clear that he's getting all squirmy because he's thinking about Minho coming on him, in him, next to him – honestly, he'll take whatever he can get at this point.
"You alright there, Jisungie?" Minho asks. There's a cocky, stupid, knowing, sexy smirk on his face. Jisung hates him. He wants to get on his knees right now.
"Mmhmm. Yep. I'm great. Never been better!" Jisung lies.
Minho hums like he's acknowledging what Jisung is saying without actually believing it. "Well, me, personally, I'm getting hard. I mean, you've picked an excellent cumpilation here."
Jisung feels his cheeks burn at the implication. Honestly, he doesn't even know what Minho is implying, but the salacious overtone to this whole scenario leads Jisung to believe that any implication would be less than appropriate. "Um, thanks. I edited it together myself. I went to school for video editing, so–" Jisung's voice dies out, because he doesn't actually know what else to say. Luckily, Minho fills the silence.
"I'm just spitballing here, but I seem to have helped you out this afternoon, so… it would only be fair that you return the favor, no?" Minho asks with an innocently nefarious look on his face.
Jisung, very smartly, says, "Uh."
And then all of Minho's features soften. "I mean – I'm so sorry if I misread this, you obviously don't have to do anything and I can leave right this second, but I just thought…"
"No! I mean, yes! I mean, I don't know. There wasn't really a question there for me to reply to. But I would like to help you. It would be cruel of me to accept your kindness without showing my deep appreciation. And trust me, my appreciation is very, very deep."
Minho slips back into his confident persona. "And I hear you don't have much money, so I'm sure we could find another way for you to pay for my services…"
Jisung nods, dumbfounded. He doesn't know how this is real life; there's no reason this remarkably hot guy should be coming onto him right now. Especially not after learning intimate details about Jisung that reveal he is a huge fucking loser.
After a moment of charged silence, Jisung scoots closer to Minho on the couch, meekly leaning forward to kiss him. Jisung's crappy laptop sits forgotten on the coffee table as Minho closes the gap, attaching their lips together. They kiss like this for no longer than a minute before Minho pulls Jisung onto his lap so that Jisung is straddling one of his glorious thighs. Jisung kind of feels like he's in his own cumpilation video right now – that's the only explanation for how perfect this all seems to be.
Jisung feels the bulge in Minho's pants press against his thigh as his own hips timidly grind forward, and it feels fucking huge. "Such a pretty boy," Minho murmurs, voice gruff. "Wanna hear all about your favorite things to watch when you play with yourself."
Jisung whimpers and nods, a little overwhelmed in the best way. "Yeah? You gonna tell me?" Minho prods, and Jisung realizes he's going to actually have to voice his fantasies now. He feels pathetic when he opens his mouth and says, "Cum. I like cum."
Minho laughs at him. A beautiful, breathy sound, so condescendingly hot that Jisung wants to light himself on fire. "I could have guessed that from what I've seen in your cumpilation. But I was already planning on this ending with lots of cum, so tell me what else it should include, yeah? Can you do that for me, baby?"
Jisung melts. "Like when you call me names like that. Pretty, baby, stuff like that." Minho keeps kissing down his neck while Jisung struggles to remember what kind of stuff turns him on, because right now he's thinking his newfound primary kink is just Minho. Anything involving Minho.
"And – nghhh – I like teasing. Being really wound up. And I like being fucked. Wanna feel full."
Detaching his lips from Jisung's neck, Minho swears under his breath. "Jesus fucking christ. You are perfect. I'm going to put you in my shoulder bag and take you home with me."
"I'd let you. Even though it's an undeniably dorky bag, I'd still climb inside."
Minho leans back, gasping and feigning offense. "My bag is not dorky!"
"Oh, babe. It definitely is. But that's alright, because I'm pretty sure you also have a huge cock."
"I do, you're right."
Jisung grins. Minho fell right into his perfectly laid trap. "Awesome, now prove it."
Scooting off of Minho's lap, Jisung makes room so that Minho can start to unfasten his pants. Minho is in the process of tugging them down his legs when he looks disapprovingly at Jisung. "Hey. This is a two way street. You better show me your cock, too."
Jisung sighs and acquiesces, untying the drawstring on his sweats. Now they're both sitting there, clothed only from the waist up, staring at each other's cocks. Normal stuff. Jisung's stomach turns at the difference in size.
"What the fuck? Why is your dick so huge? I need it inside me right now," Jisung blurts.
"Patience, young padawan."
Jisung jerks back and grimaces. "Oh, fuck. Are you, like, a huge nerd?"
Minho sits back on his haunches. "I mean, I do work in IT. Stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason. And I would love to see you in a Princess Leia bikini, regardless of the misogyny entrenched in that costume. But no, I'm not a huge nerd. In the sense you mean, at least."
"You are so weird. Why is it working on me?"
"Because I'm also mad sexy with a fat cock. Now come here, let me finger you."
And Jisung doesn't need to be told twice, so he spreads his legs and lets Minho situate himself in between. It's kind of infuriating how good Minho looks when he runs his fingers up Jisung's thighs. Jisung luckily still has half a mind to toss the lube to Minho so that he can get started on opening him up.
"Wow, you're so fucking pretty everywhere. I'm kind of angry about it, honestly," Minho laughs as he coats two of his fingers in lube. Jisung is about to say something snarky in response but the feeling of a finger at his rim silences him, pulling a surprised gasp out instead.
"Gonna open you up nice and loose for me, then I'm gonna fuck you into this couch. And then we're gonna order friend chicken – my treat, by the way – so that we can regain our energy and fuck again. Hope you're okay with that."
"Did you just say 'friend chicken'?" Jisung asks, immediately confused.
"Oh. Yeah. Verbal typo, my bad. I meant fried chicken."
Jisung nods, and now he's angry at Minho, because why is he so infuriatingly charming? He comes here to fix Jisung's laptop as the sexiest IT guy in the world, and then he also is funny and sweet at the same time? Jisung never stood a chance.
Jisung is well-versed in assplay, so he adjusts to Minho's first finger rather quickly. His hips start to push back, trying to get more before Minho clamps a steadying hand against his thigh. "Greedy boy."
When Jisung only whines petulantly in response, Minho chuckles and says, "Patience, baby. I have to make sure your tiny body is ready to take me. Gotta make sure I can fit in this tight little hole of yours." Minho punctuates the sentence by finally adding a second finger, giving Jisung a little bit of that stretch he craves. But it's still not enough.
He likes to be split in half, likes to feel like he's been spread so wide he'll be gaping forever. And two fingers aren't going to do that, so he finds himself impatiently grinding back against Minho's fingers again almost immediately.
"Need more," Jisung whines, only to be met with Minho pulling his fingers away completely.
"What did I say about being patient?" Minho says, just the right amount of condescension in his voice to have Jisung's cock twitching.
"You-you said you have to make sure I'm ready," Jisung mumbles bashfully, barely audible. It still seems to be enough for Minho, though, because he hums approvingly and presses both of his thumbs to Jisung's rim, pulling slightly to open him up. The action alone would be sufficient to have Jisung whimpering, but then Minho spits. He spits! Right into Jisung's hole!
Jisung lets out the most pathetically wanton moan of his life, his right hand drifting down to wrap around his cock. He's barely touched himself when he feels Minho slapping at his hand, forcing him to take it away. "None of that yet, baby. Not until I'm inside you."
"Well then hurry the fuck up," Jisung whines, and Minho narrows his eyes before suddenly pressing three fingers into Jisung's waiting hole. He gives Jisung a moment to adjust to the added width, but then he's fingerfucking him fast and hard, so much so that Jisung fears he might come untouched. Minho must sense this, though, because he takes his left hand and wraps his fingers around the base of Jisung's cock in a grip so tight that Jisung thinks he might see stars.
"You take it so well," Minho comments, almost to himself. Jisung whines and squirms in response, trying to move his hips back against Minho's hand, trying to thrust his cock in the death grip in which Minho currently has it trapped.
"Promise you'll be a good boy if I fuck you?" Minho asks, and Jisung is so desperate at this point that he doesn't have it in him to be a brat. So he nods rapidly, getting a smile from Minho at his eagerness.
Despite the fact that he sees it coming, Jisung still whines from the loss when Minho pulls his fingers out. Minho stands up off the couch, reaching into his dorky work bag and pulling out a condom.
"Expecting to get laid?" Jisung jokes. Minho just shrugs. "You never know what might happen on a house call."
Jisung rolls his eyes but still watches with hunger while Minho rolls the condom on. Minho then slaps lightly at the inside of Jisung's thigh, saying, "Alright, get up."
Jisung must look as confused as he feels, because Minho explains, "I'm gonna fuck you bent over this couch. I've had a carnal need for that ever since I laid my eyes on you earlier. As long as that's okay with you."
"Very okay," Jisung answers embarrassingly quickly, scrambling to get up and bend over the arm of the couch.
"Pretty boy," Minho says sweetly, spreading Jisung's cheeks to look at his hole. He runs a thumb over the rim gently, adding, "Gonna look even prettier with my cock in you."
That's all the warning Jisung gets before Minho is pressing inside. His cock feels impossibly long, and it just keeps going and going as Minho pushes in. Jisung lets out a sigh of – relief? pleasure? – when he finally feels Minho's hips flush with his own ass, signaling he's bottomed out. If Minho's dick was any longer, Jisung thinks he would feel him in his throat.
Minho is courteous, waiting for Jisung to give him the okay before he starts to move. He builds up his pace slowly, starting out with languid, grinding thrusts that have his cock dragging against Jisung's walls in a way that makes him feel crazy.
"I was right, you do look even prettier with my cock in you." Jisung blushes at Minho's words and buries his face into the pillows in front of him, glad to be facing away from Minho.
It isn't long before Minho ditches the slow pace for a more punishing one, thrusting into Jisung's hole with so much force Jisung fears they might accidentally start to move the couch.
"You fit right in my hands, perfect little sleeve for me to fuck," Minho rambles, and Jisung has never been particularly into dirty talk (he always found it so cheesy) but somehow, this is working on him. Minho's words have Jisung's cock leaking precum onto the fabric of the sofa arm where it's currently trapped.
Jisung spares a thought for his poor couch and the stains it may now be cursed with forever.
But then that thought is fucked out of his brain when Minho pulls Jisung's hips up a little, adjusting the angle so that he's hitting Jisung's prostate just right with almost every thrust. He feels drunk with pleasure, confident that he's going to be coming soon. Jisung is no two pump chump, but Minho is a magician with his hips. He knows how to wring an orgasm out and fast.
"Can feel you tightening around me, baby. Gonna come? Gonna make a mess all over your couch?" Minho goads, and Jisung nods aimlessly. With their current position, Jisung's cock is trapped against the arm of the couch in a borderline uncomfortable position, the friction from each thrust almost unbearable. But Jisung's always been a little bit of a masochist, because it's just enough pain to still have him ready to burst, and all it takes is a few well-placed thrusts and the feeling of Minho's hands tightening on his hips to have Jisung's cock spurting pathetically against the sofa.
He feels his legs start to shake in overstimulation as he comes, pitiful whines tumbling from his mouth uncontrollably. Minho fucks him through his orgasm, but then – much to Jisung's chagrin – pulls out. Jisung can hear the slick sounds of Minho jerking himself off over his back, and even though he wishes he was getting creampied right now, he knows that wouldn't be the brightest idea. So he settles for the erotic feeling of Minho's warm cum hitting his ass, listens to the deep grunts falling from his mouth as he comes onto Jisung's skin.
Both of them are still breathing heavily when Jisung feels Minho pull at his ass again, spreading his cheeks. Minho lets out a low whistle. "Wow. Sure did a number on you, sweetheart. This is a sight I could get used to."
Jisung blushes again and whines, smacking at Minho's arm, mostly to deflect from the fact that his dick tried to get hard again at that comment.
Later, after they've both cleaned up a little, they're laying on the couch and waiting for their chicken to be delivered. Jisung managed to find a pair of sweats large enough to fit Minho's irresistible thighs, so they're both partially clothed as they lay tangled together. Jisung is very much going to be taking Minho up on his offer of a round two once they've both refueled.
"You know how I said you looked even prettier with my cock in you?" Minho asks suddenly, and Jisung blushes furiously but still nods in affirmation.
"I thought of a way you could look even prettier than that."
Jisung turns his head to look at Minho curiously, so he continues, "You'd look even prettier sitting across from me at a nice restaurant."
Jisung lets out a startled laugh. "Huh. I think you could be onto something with that. I guess I'll have to sit across from you at a nice restaurant to find out if it's true."
Minho smiles, before immediately adding, "On a date, by the way. I meant on a date. I was asking you on a date."
Jisung laughs again. "Yeah, I got that. Don't worry."
"I can't wait to tell people I met my boyfriend because he's a porn freak so obsessed with cocks and cum that it froze his laptop."
Jisung buries his face into Minho's chest and groans. "You're making me want to change my answer to no just because you're so annoying. It sucks that I'm lying, though, because there's no way I wouldn't go out with you."
Jisung feels Minho press a kiss to the top of his head, pulling him in closer.
"You know, if they told more people that working in IT could lead to fucking your brother's really cute friend, everyone would want to work in IT. Especially if said friend is you."
Leaning forward, Jisung presses his lips to Minho's. Mainly because he needs to stop Minho from saying more stupidly charming stuff, or else Jisung is going to fall in love today, and that would be a little pathetic, even for him. He's so wrapped up in lazily making out with Minho that he doesn't hear his phone vibrate, doesn't see the eerily prescient incoming text messages from Felix.
felix: just occurred to me that
felix: u are minho's exact type
felix: and i haven't heard from either of u in
felix: an alarming amount of time
felix: if u fucked my brother
felix: u owe me dinner
felix: AND dessert <3