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Chapter Six: Closeness
Malik woke early, the soft warmth of another body pressed against him. He blinked, his vision adjusting to the dim morning light streaming in through his window. Jinwoo lay nestled against his chest, his head resting over Malik's heart, breaths slow and peaceful in his sleep. Now that some of the swelling had gone down, Malik could clearly see that Jinwoo was... really handsome. Dark lashes framed his eyes, his features softening with the peace of sleep. Malik felt his own heart beat a little faster and glanced down in slight embarrassment as he realized his body was reacting. Whether from Jinwoo or his own urge to pee, he wasn't sure, but his dick rose to its full impressive length of 9" inches.
Carefully, he tried to untangle himself, but Jinwoo's arms only tightened around him, clinging more closely. "Not yet," Jin mumbled sleepily, making Malik freeze in surprise.
He hadn't expected Jinwoo to be awake, but Malik settled back, giving in for a few moments. Good vibes, he thought, sensing the contentment he'd amplified last night still lingering around Jinwoo, mixing with a touch of lingering pain. Instinctively, Malik focused on the pain, letting it fade as he absently rubbed Jin's shoulder.
Jin sighed, a sound of deep relief. "How do you do that?" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
"Do what?" Malik asked, surprised.
Jinwoo lifted his head slightly, looking at him with sleepy curiosity. "Whenever we're close, I feel... better. I can't explain it."
Malik's cheeks warmed. "Maybe you're just into me," he teased, smirking. "I know you're gay, and... well, you're kind of cuddling me right now."
Jinwoo's cheeks reddened as he registered Malik's words, embarrassment flickering in his gaze. "I... I'm sorry," he stammered, then noticed the tented sheets covering Malik's lower half. His eyes widened slightly, and a mischievous smile crept over his face. "But it doesn't look like you hate it."
Malik snorted. "I just need to pee, man." Without warning, he used his enhanced strength to shift Jinwoo off the bed and onto the air mattress with one swift movement. Jinwoo bounced harmlessly onto it, mock outrage flashing across his face.
"Jerk!" Jinwoo shot at him, trying to hold back a laugh.
"Perv," Malik countered with a grin, making his way to the bathroom.
He fought with his morning arousal, the discomfort of needing to pee intensifying. He'd dealt with it before, but it was never easy. Once relieved, he hopped into the shower, letting the warm water wake him up fully. Dick still hard, he decided to handle it. Malik pumped some shower gel in his hand, smearing it around his dick. Once it was nice and lubricated, his hand began to slide up and down his pole.
Malik closed his eyes, savoring the sensation as he let his thoughts drift. They immediately went to last night, having Jin pressed against his body as if they couldn't be close enough. Hand moving faster he thought of Matt after their run, the way he smelled, the way sweat clung to his tight body. The way his muscles bulged after having been used so strenuously.................. Malik gasped as he reached his climax, images of Jin, Matt and even Dre flashing in his mind. One shot... 4 shots... and he just kept cumming. His balls tight against his body, he reached down and squeezed them with his free hand sending a shiver of excitement up his spine. Three more shots and Malik was spent, he had to grab the wall for support. Watching the glob of cum he'd sprayed in front of him slide down the tiles. He hasn't cum that hard since he first discovered masturbating. Washing away the evidence, Malik finished his shower, then he wrapped a towel around his waist and returned to his room. 6" inch dick slinging beneath the towel, still slightly damp, and water droplets glistening on his skin, Malik entered his bedroom.
He heard a soft gasp from Jinwoo as he entered. Pretending not to notice, he walked over to his closet, feeling the wave of interest coming from Jinwoo grow stronger. Malik smirked, deciding to tease a little. "Caught you checking me out," he said without looking back. "It's okay, I don't mind."
Jin's embarrassment hit Malik in a wave as he muttered, "I... I wasn't checking you out."
"Sure, whatever you say," Malik replied, chuckling. "You're a terrible liar, Jin."
With a flushed face, Jin gave up, looking away as Malik finished dressing. Malik told him he could use the shower next, then headed downstairs to help his mom with breakfast.
In the kitchen, Malik's energy was through the roof. He moved quickly, preparing pancakes, eggs, bacon, and toast. His mom, trying to keep up, eventually just laughed, shaking her head. "Someone's extra energetic this morning! But you know what you're doing. I'm going to go finish getting ready, baby."
She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading off. In the next ten minutes, Malik had finished cooking, plated the food, washed the dishes, and was packing his dad's lunch when everyone arrived at the table.
His dad wasted no time digging in, talking through mouthfuls, "Good stuff, son!"
Malik groaned in disgust, rolling his eyes. "Mom, the farm animal is talking at the table."
Jinwoo laughed, catching onto their family humor, while Tanya swatted her husband playfully. "You're gonna be late, honey! Quit teasing Malik and finish up."
Everyone finished breakfast, and as his parents headed out the door, Malik called, "Love y'all!"
"Have a good day, baby. Thank you!" his mom replied, smiling back at him.
David, pausing in the doorway, glanced at Jinwoo. "Make sure you escort Jin home, Malik. If those guys are still hanging around, get him somewhere safe. And Jin, take care of yourself."
Both boys nodded. "Yes, sir."
David gave Malik a parting grin, "Love you, too. Snitch."
As the door closed, Jinwoo looked at Malik, raising an eyebrow. "I see where you get your sense of humor."
Malik grinned. "Checking out my dad, too, huh? Thought that was just reserved for me."
Jinwoo's face turned bright red. "I... no one was checking you out! You're so conceited."
"Uh-huh." Malik focused briefly on Jinwoo's guilt, increasing it just a bit. "You sure? You don't want me to, I don't know, strip right here?"
Jinwoo's embarrassment grew, accompanied by a wave of desire and longing. "Okay, maybe I was... a little. But how would you know? You weren't even looking."
Malik laughed. "I know a perv when I see one," he teased.
"Jerk!" Jinwoo muttered, rolling his eyes.
Just then, Malik's phone buzzed. It was Dre, asking to meet up. Malik put his phone away, glancing at Jinwoo. "Let's get you home," he said, heading for the door.
"Are we walking?" Jin asked, following.
Malik chuckled, shaking his head. "The campus is, like, three miles from here. That would take forever, and I've got stuff to do."
"Then what?" Jin asked, looking around. "I don't see another car."
Malik flashed him a grin. "We're running."
Jin's eyes widened. "I'm not sure I can keep up. I'm still hurt."
Malik sensed his hesitation and worry, so he placed a hand on Jin's shoulder, easing his fears. "Then jump on my back. I'll carry you. Again."
"No way!" Jinwoo said, looking scandalized. "We'll look totally weird."
"Who cares?" Malik shrugged, teasing him. "You weren't worried about looking weird last night when you were practically clinging to me."
Still, Jinwoo hesitated, glaring in playful defiance. Malik didn't wait for him to agree; with ease, he lifted Jinwoo onto his shoulders and took off in a sprint.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Jinwoo yelped. "I'll get on your back."
"Is that a `please' I hear?" Malik asked, not slowing down.
"MALIK, CAN I PLEASE GET ON YOUR BACK!" Jinwoo shouted, laughing despite himself.
"Damn, perv, no need to tell the whole neighborhood." Malik teased, slowing down just enough to let Jin climb into a piggyback position.
Once they were settled, Malik began running again. "I hate you, jerk," Jin said, though his laughter gave him away.
"Sure, but you're loving this," Malik replied, sensing Jin's genuine excitement as they sped toward campus.
After a moment of silence, Jinwoo asked, "So... are you gay?"
"Don't be nosey," Malik replied, smirking.
"That's not a no," Jin observed.
Malik rolled his eyes, grinning. "Shut up."
They reached campus, and Malik could feel the wave of contentment radiating from Jin. It felt just as strong as last night, only this time it was all his own. He seemed genuinely happy. Malik's own heart warmed in response.
As they approached the entrance to Jin's dorm, Malik set him down. "Alright, here's the plan. I'll follow behind, but keep a bit of distance. They don't know me here, so they won't suspect anything. If anything happens, I'll be right there."
Jin looked at him, uncertainty flickering in his gaze. "What if they... try something again?"
Malik met his eyes, serious. "I won't let that happen. Do you believe me?"
Jinwoo nodded slowly, the fear easing away. "Yeah, I believe you."
With a final, grateful look, Jin turned and began walking toward his dorm, Malik trailing quietly a few paces behind.