[vernon/the8] you've got so many options
It all started during a particularly alcoholic truth or dare. (Or that’s what Vernon liked to tell himself.)
Alcohol tended to only highten Vernon’s claims of epic badassery and, naturally, he never even once chose truth. (He was fooling no one. He just really didn’t want his ‘no homo’ policy questioned by the fact that he might or might not have been high and made out with Minghao recently. In front of everyone.) Junhui smirked at him.
‘I dare you to watch an entire gay porn video.’ Vernon heaved a sigh of relief, but Junhui’s smirk only grew more sinister. ‘Of course,’ he said, already raising his hand ‘Since you can’t be trusted on your own, someone has to make sure you actually do it.’ It was followed by a quick but unmistakable ‘not it!’, echoed by everyone in the room. Wonwoo was too slow, so Mingyu raised his hand for him. Everyone collectively looked at Minghao, who was sprawled on the sofa, smoking and either too stoned to give a fuck about the game or too stoned, period.
The former, apparently. ‘Okay, but I want something with the one with the tattoos.’ Minghao’s voice sounded surprisingly chill and Vernon raised an eyebrow.
‘Okay, but which one? The one with the flowers on his hands or the one with the tree on his back?’ Junhui asked, already powering up his laptop. Vernon raised both of his eyebrows. He was smarter than commenting on it, though.
‘Tree.’
Junhui nodded with a look of immense concentration. It was a little scary.
*
‘You ready?’ Minghao made the video fullscreen and Vernon swallowed around nothing.
As it turned out, quality gay porn was an expensive hobby and they were broke uni students that liked weed. They ended up on pornhub, with a trailer-y sort of thing with a lot of jumpcuts, according to Junhui. He insisted that it’s really good but Vernon was just happy it was only a little over five minutes long. Vernon nodded.
Minghao pressed play.
‘So…’ Vernon started as they were witnessing the really cheesy close up of a skinny guy sucking on a lollipop, ‘You and Junhui exchange porn?’
‘Yeah, sometimes.’ Minghao balances the laptop on a pillow between them and lies back on another. ‘Junhui keeps track of the models I like.’ He looks entirely too chill about this. It’s probably the weed.
‘I didn’t know you, uh,’ Vernon is momentarily distracted by the video. There’s another guy on screen now. This one is bleached blonde and they have some sort of dialogue going on; lollipop guy is putting on a real sass show. Vernon is willing to bet his last beer lollipop guy is going to bottom. ‘I didn’t know you liked gay porn?’
Minghao raised an eyebrow at him. ‘Porn is porn, man. Now shut up, because we have approximately four minutes of cool shit and I don’t want to miss it.’
Vernon trains his eyes back on the laptop screen and sure, lollipop guy is currently sucking the other one’s dick. It’s still a cheesy shot, him still holding the lollipop and all; Vernon usually isn’t much for the blowjob visual in porn, but lollipop guy looks really good doing it. Vernon might be slightly interested. He sneaks a glance at Minghao – he is obviously watching the video, but he might as well be watching the weather report, for all his (lack of) reaction. When Vernon turns back to the laptop the scene has cut to another one, where a now shirtless lollipop guy is still sucking on the other one’s dick. He has a tattered, fingerless wool glove on the hand that is wrapped around said dick and Vernon briefly wonders why would anyone think it’s a good idea to rub a dick with tattered wool.
Then the scene cuts to lollipop’s guy dick being sucked. It’s really weird for a second, he’s starfished on the bed and the shot is awkward, but then it cuts again to him just leaning back, feet planted on the floor. The other guy’s sucking abilities are still questionable at best but Vernon is struck by how beautiful lollipop guy is. He’s thin and his waist is narrow; he’s leaning back and his entire body looks so long, so beautiful that for a second all Vernon can think of is being in the place of the guy currently sucking his dick. It’s startling, to say the least.
The scene cuts again and turns out, lollipop guy looks even better when he’s being fucked, mouth free to moan as loud he wants to. It didn’t even look forced.
It really is approximately four minutes of good stuff and now Vernon is even more grateful it’s not longer, because a few more minutes of this and he would’ve ended up with a very awkward boner that would’ve been really hard to explain. (And he would’ve never lived it down.)
*
It’s a week later and this time it’s only him and Minghao. Everyone else ditched them for actual social life and they decided it’s been awhile since they last had roommate bonding time. That being said, they are currently high as kites and watching weird Japanese commercial compilations on youtube.
Minghao decided shirts are offensive to the higher power sometime ago, so now they are both half naked and starfished on top of one another on Vernon’s bed. Vernon got up to change the compilation currently playing because it had a tragic lack of alien dogs in it.
When he stopped the video though, he decided he liked silence better. He was almost on top of Minghao again when something made him stop; some distant memory was trying to make its way into his stoned brain. Minghao was stretched out and half naked and he somehow reminded Vernon of lollipop guy from the porn Junhui made them watch. It wasn’t that they had anything in common, not really. Minghao’s hair was darker and he lacked the tattoos but somehow him spread out like that was something Vernon’s brain demanded he should remember later. He kind of wanted to run his hands up Minghao’s thighs. He couldn’t think of a reason he shouldn’t, so he did.
Minghao raised his head and blinked at him slowly. ‘The fuck are you doing man.’
Vernon shrugged. ‘Dunno.’ His hands reached Minghao’s bare sides and right now Vernon was in the perfect position if he wanted to blow him. Vernon kind of wanted to do that, too. ‘You kinda look like that guy with the lollipop. From the porn.’
‘Yeah?’ Minghao let his head fall back on the bed and Vernon nodded against his navel.
He tried to undo Minghao’s jeans but passed out before he could even unbuckle the belt.
*
The downside of smoking weed every other day was that they were both used to it already. Meaning, Vernon couldn’t pretend he didn’t remember the night before and Minghao knew it. So when Minghao cornered him against the kitchen wall with a hand sneaking down his sweats, Vernon couldn’t really say he was surprised. That did not mean he couldn’t pretend, though.
‘What the fuck, man?’
‘I swear, if I hear one word about your no homo bullshit I will rip your dick off.’
Vernon clamped his mouth shut.
Minghao apparently took this as an invitation to mouth at his jaw. ‘If you really want me to back off say your mom’s name or something.’
Vernon cringed. ‘Dude, I really don’t want to think about my mom right now.’
‘See?’ Minghao grinned against his mouth, ‘That’s exactly what I want to hear.’