"What the hell is wrong with you? What's gotten into you? I'm starting to want to call an exorcist again." Jinn didn't want to admit he was feeling nervous the moment he faced this version of Jerome, in such a cramped place, and with his younger brother, between his legs, still half-erect! What the hell is wrong with you again, Jerome?!

 

"Teasing is better than being anything, right? Are you scared of me? You're backing away so much you're practically clinging to the bathroom wall," Jerome chuckled, teasing playfully. He couldn't help but feel a little fond of his future boyfriend.

 

"I'm afraid you're possessed, that's why. In a hundred years, you've never wanted to compete in a kite-flying contest with me. What's wrong with you today?" Jinn still felt a little uneasy, but he tried to relax. He didn't want to show his fear in front of him; it would be so humiliating!

 

"I want to compete now. I'm horny, no need for fingers," the speaker said, pointing to his long pyjama pants, which were now bulging so much that the shape of what was inside was clearly visible.

 

Jinn unconsciously followed with his gaze before quickly averting his eyes as if he didn't want to look. In his heart, he cursed the other person endlessly, but if he said no, that he didn't want to compete, this lying person would keep taunting him for a long time. This was a matter of pride. He could lose, but he couldn't not compete!

 

"Why? Are you afraid you can't beat me because you're bigger and tougher? Don't worry, you can't win anyway. Haha."

 

"Pfft! So confident, huh? Come on, I'm not scared!" Jinn glared at Jerome fiercely. How dare he say that! What a jerk!

 

Jerome smirked, his sweet eyes sparkling in a way he probably didn't notice. He knew that if he said that, Jinn would definitely get angry, and once he was furious, he wouldn't let it go easily. That would play right into his hands.

 

“Go ahead, start now so we can go back to sleep,” the person with the plan said, pulling down his pants with one hand. He raised an eyebrow at the hesitant person standing in front of him, as if to say, “Well, you weakling, afraid of losing, huh?”

 

"Shit!" What else could Jinn do but pull down his own pyjama pants, following the other person closely?

 

Both young men had a habit of sleeping shirtless, so they were wearing only pyjama bottoms. Moreover, these were now pulled down slightly below their hips, exposing almost all of their skin, leaving no secrets between them.

 

Jerome lingered on Jinn’s semi-naked body for an unusually long time, his gaze sweeping up and down slowly, making Jinn’s heart skip a beat. He wasn't sure if it was from nervousness or anger.

 

"See? I really am bigger."

 

Jinn stared at the large penis in front of him, his lips twitching, before his gaze shifted up to look at its owner, who was raising an eyebrow at him in a very suggestive way.

 

"It's just a little bit, right? Probably only one size," the young man pouted. It's already so firm and erect, do we really need to compete about size? Ridiculous! (The smaller one is being petty...)

 

"This one's longer too," Jerome stepped closer to the other man, still boasting about his own penis without stopping. His large right hand gripped the other's shaft and began stroking it up and down, completely disregarding the fact that the small bathroom was too cramped for two tall, muscular men.

 

"Why are you getting this close to me!" Jinn pressed his back against the bathroom wall until they were practically one. His face flushed slightly for no apparent reason. His sharp, gleaming eyes stared intently at the face of the man just two steps away, Jerome's face, consumed by a lustful emotion he had never seen before.

 

"Heh heh, are you going to cheat?"

 

"What kind of cheating is this again! You bastard, Jerome!" Jinn flinched the moment his genitals were touched. His eyes widened in shock because he never thought Jerome would be so audacious.

 

“Then let’s do it together. Uh, help me hold it. I only have one hand.” He moved closer until their bodies were almost touching. The large, voluptuous bodies of both men rubbed against each other, sending shivers down their spines. Jerome’s one hand couldn’t hold them all, so he had to enlist the help of Jinn, whose brain seemed to have short-circuited.

 

"W-what the hell is this?" the room's occupant stammered. The one who initiated it guided his sweaty hand to his burning area. Jinn instinctively tightened his grip, eliciting a soft moan from Jerome.

 

The shorter person felt their body slowly heating up, unsure whether it was due to lingering emotions or to the frighteningly close moaning. They had never been this close before... not once.

 

Two heavy breathing sounds, mingled with intermittent soft moans, echoed throughout the bathroom. The two large bodies gradually turned pink, almost red, from the intensity of their emotions. Their cheeks, ears, and necks were all stained red, as if they had been drenched in ketchup.

 

Jerome felt a sense of unease he had never experienced before. Perhaps it was because he had just gone through that strange dream, and now being in a situation so similar to what he had seen made it seem as if the dream had come true. The young man didn't know what his own expression was, but he did know that Jinn’s expression was something he had never seen before.

 

Those sharp, cunning eyes lowered, hiding certain feelings beneath the light-coloured hair that fell across his forehead. He refused to look up and meet my gaze. His cheeks were flushed, and he bit his thin lips lightly. His neck was tense, the veins bulging. The soft moan that escaped his throat was even more inaudible. At least, Jerome thought that when he was eavesdropping outside the bathroom, he heard the other's moans more than now, standing so close to him.

 

"Hey, Jay, you're the one cheating!" Jinn quickly grabbed the other's wrist, preventing him from bothering him further.

 

"You can do it too," the man who was rubbing the tip of the other man's penis with his thumb replied in a husky voice.

 

Jerome immediately licked his lips as the other man did as he instructed. Those slender fingers gripped his penis tightly, and he began stroking it faster, as if wanting to make him climax first. The rhythmic stroking was intense, alternating between movement and rubbing, causing the young man to let out a continuous stream of satisfied moans.

 

Jinn, using two hands, pleasured—no, squeezed—Jerome's penis hard, trying to make him climax first. At the same time, he had to control himself, not letting himself get carried away by the touch Jerome was giving him. Even with only one hand free, Jerome was quite skilled. So now, instead of them masturbating together, Jinn was masturbating Jerome, and Jerome was masturbating Jinn.

 

How did they even get to this point...?

 

"Ah, Jinn," Jerome closed his eyes and dug his toes into the other's skin as the other man gently rubbed his fingertips against the small opening at the tip of his penis. It felt so good that he couldn't help but moan, but he never expected his moan to sound like the other's name.

 

Both young men froze at the same time. Their eyes met directly for the first time. The one whose name had been called widened his eyes, his lips parted slightly in disbelief. The one who had called out the other's name was no different. Jerome himself hadn't expected to let out Jinn’s name accidentally. He didn't mean to; his mouth just blurted it out!

 

"Jinn, ah, very good. Suck harder. Mmm, good boy."

 

"Mmm, Jinn, Jinn, does it feel good, huh?"

 

"Jinn, ah, ha, good boy, swallow it."

 

All the moans in my dreams are just "Jinn, Jinn, Jinn..." I don't know if it's because of that, but in real life, my body and brain just tell me to moan that name.

 

"You idiot! Why are you moaning my name like that?!" Jinn’s ears went deaf when the other man moaned his name. The deep, hoarse voice, with its slight tremor at the end, was a sound Jinn had never heard from Jerome before. And it was so close he could hear it clearly!

 

No, this can't go any further.

 

"You're the one who made me feel this way, aren't you? If I don't moan your name, whose name should I moan?" For some reason, instead of just saying it slipped out, Jerome chose to say it like this. He wasn't lying at all; it was all true.

 

"I'm not doing it! It's giving me goosebumps!" Jinn raised his hand to push away Jerome's sweaty body that was blocking his way, but the other man didn't budge at all.

 

"What are you afraid of?" Jerome wasn't about to let it go. His feelings told him that Jinn was more afraid than creeped out, as he claimed. Ever since he started dreaming about the future, the young man had been able to sense his rival's emotions faster than anything else. Whatever the other person was feeling, he would know it instantly.

 

Now things are even worse. After finding out that he'll be Jinn's boyfriend in the future, and that Jinn's ideal type is practically based on him, Jerome can't help but wonder if Jinn still likes him, or maybe he just likes people who look like him.

 

"What am I afraid of? Get out of the way, I'm not competing anymore."

 

"If you're not scared, then finish it. Don't leave me hanging halfway through." Jerome thought this was the longest masturbation session of his life. It wasn't because he'd gotten more resilient or anything, but because it kept stopping and starting like this!

 

"Oh my god!" Jinn flinched violently the moment the taller man used two fingers that weren't being held in place to squeeze his nipples, while the other hand, which usually stroked his almost limp penis, made it hard again.

 

"So you're sensitive to nipples, too, huh? Hurry up, or you'll lose!"

 

"Ah...!" Jinn gritted his teeth until they ached, took a deep breath, and decided to just get it over with, because otherwise, the other person would never give up.

 

The young man grasped Jerome's penis again and moved it in a rhythm he knew every man would love.

 

"Ah, good, your hand is fast," Jerome chuckled softly, teasing the person who was stroking him so quickly that his intentions were clear.

 

"Stop playing with my nipples, or I'll break the rest of your fingers too! I'll break your whole hand!" Jinn threatened through gritted teeth, his voice heavy, trying to suppress his moans, not letting a single groan escape.

 

"You're so incredibly stubborn," Jerome's eyes gleamed wickedly, but he reluctantly removed his hand from the firm chest, not wanting to break any more fingers. He gently propped his hand against the wall beside the other man's head.

 

He didn't know why, but now, in his eyes, Jinn had changed from being "annoying" to just "stubborn."

 

"Okay, the future is playing tricks on me now," Jerome thought resignedly.

 

"You stubborn bastard! Ah! Shit!" The moment he opened his mouth to curse, the hand that was touching his genitals moved faster than he could react, causing Jinn to swallow his moans in time.

 

"That's a sweet voice," Jerome immediately grimaced as his penis was squeezed in the other man's hand.

 

"Shut up and get it over with," Jinn didn't want to say anything more. The young man focused on moving his hands with all his might. Either of them should have finished already!

 

Jerome's face flushed red from suppressed anger. The other man's skill was undeniable; he could feel every sensitive spot. The young man stared at the bitten, red lips before him, a tingling sensation spreading in his chest, and his throat suddenly felt dry.

 

"I can't take it anymore. 'Damn it!'" Jinn closed his eyes and sucked in his breath as a wave of pleasure shot from his core to his brain. His body trembled as if he couldn't hold back any longer.

 

Jerome was almost finished as well. For a moment, the young man decided to do something. Something that, if he did it, would change everything forever. But if he didn't, he would regret it. Yes, he would regret it terribly.

 

So...

 

"Jinn"

 

"What? Are you calling for—"?

 

But before Jinn could finish his sentence, it was swallowed back down his throat as someone pressed their lips against his. Someone he never thought he'd do anything like this with in his entire life.

 

Jerome didn't give Jinn a chance to compose himself. His large hand continued to rapidly stroke the other's penis, while his lips intensely sucked and pulled at the shorter man's lips. His tongue swept inside the hot mouth, searching for the soft, slippery tongue hidden within.

 

“Ah… Mmm!” Jinn froze, as if all his strength had suddenly drained away. His mind went blank the moment he realised he had just climaxed. Now, both his lips and his genitals were entirely in Jerome's control.

 

The twitching and the wetness staining his palm made Jerome smirk. He stroked until the other man released every drop, before returning to stroke his own, since the one who was supposed to do it had abandoned his duty. Meanwhile, his mischievous lips continued to tease the other, refusing a single moment of freedom. Their tongues intertwined wildly, the sound of wet saliva echoing, creating an intensely lewd sensation.

 

"Ah, ouch! Haha. Did you finish because I masturbated, or because you bit my lip?" Jerome immediately recoiled, feeling a sharp pain in his lip. His penis, having released, felt so relieved that he slumped over, following the person who had finished before him. Blood seeped from his lower lip, a clear indication of the assault.

 

"Are you crazy?!" Jinn, his face completely red, shouted. The faint taste of the other person's blood still lingered in his mouth. His face was so hot he feared it would burn.

 

"I'm not crazy," Jerome chuckled affectionately at the sight of the other person's startled, rabbit-like expression.

 

"Damn," the person who was kissed rubbed their lips hard with the back of their hand before realising what their hand had just touched.

 

"I just think you're...cute the way you are. That's all."

 

Jerome burst into laughter again at Jinn’s repeatedly startled expressions today. His eyes sparkled as he stared intently at the other boy, not looking away. Ah, damn it, why didn't he ever realise how cute and fun it was to tease him?

Today, this very moment, Jerome has decided for himself that such a future... isn't so bad after all. Hmm, not bad at all.

 

There may be a reason why they got there. They just need to find that reason gradually. But what was most striking was that never before had his heart raced so wildly when he was close to anyone. Never. This was the first time, and Jinn was the first.

 

If I knew the future would be like this, why would I have fought over a man with him back then? Wouldn't it have been better just to snatch him from the start? Hmph!