San stood opposite Wooyoung in the shower, staring into his eyes. They were millimeters apart. The door opened and Hongjoong entered the room. Something rustled and suddenly there was loud swearing and a thud. "Oh shit my cell phone," Hongjoong moaned.

"Are you okay, hyung?" Wooyoung felt San's upper body against his and the warm water splashing down on both of them.

"No, I think it's broken," sighed the leader. "Today really isn't my day. First the fight with Hwa and now this."

"With Hwa?" Wooyoung asked. They seemed to be closer than they thought.

"Y-yes, well... I'm going. I didn't want to disturb you. See you," Hongjoong rattled off and slammed the bathroom door behind him. When there was complete silence for a few seconds except for the water, San breathed a sigh of relief and took a step back. He removed his hands from Wooyoung's naked upper body. San's clothes were completely soaked and stuck to his body.

Wooyoung looked at San and swallowed hard. It looked forbiddenly good. With red cheeks, he turned around and reached for his shower gel to soap himself up. While Wooyoung concentrated on soaping himself, he didn't notice how San undressed completely. He suddenly felt San's naked, muscular chest behind him and tensed up completely.

What was happening here?

As he carefully turned towards San, he was pressed against the cold tiles by the taller man and felt his lips on his neck. Wooyoung gasped loudly and closed his eyes. "S-sannie... What are you doing?"

He pulled away from Wooyoung again and looked Wooyoung up and down. "I need this.... Do it again, like this morning," he murmured in Wooyoung's ear. "I'm so fucking under-fucked. I love being satisfied right now. And all this feels so much better than my hand."

Panting, he pressed himself against Wooyoung, causing the shorter man to open his eyes in surprise. "San, that was just.... So.... I... I thought you weren't gay."

"I'm not, but I just don't feel like doing it myself. And since you're apparently gay, you know best how to satisfy a boy. Wooyoung, make me feel good. You did it this morning too," San whispered and Wooyoung became embarrassed. "Well, I... I'm not that experienced either.... I've never had..."

"Oh, but the way you satisfied yourself earlier, you looked very experienced."

"Because I do that a lot...."

"Have you moaned my name a lot too?" San looked at him questioningly. "Oh please San, just leave it alone."

"Are you sure that's not why you wanted to start fanservice with me?"

"No, I already said that this morning, I just wanted to spend more time with you. Nothing more. I-I'm not into you," hasped Wooyoung, as he was afraid of destroying their friendship. In the end, he knew that San was straight and currently only hormone-driven.

"Then it was because of this morning?" Wooyoung nodded quickly at San's statement.

Wooyoung's hair stuck to his face and San carefully removed the strands and moved closer to the younger man. He grabbed his hand. "Wooyoung. Do it, please."

"W-what?" He looked down and swallowed. San couldn't be serious...

"Satisfy me, Jagiya."

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And then things will probably get interesting in the next chapter 🌚