Jisung was quivering, he didn't think Minho would agree to this, but here he was.
He was lying on his stomach on their bed, resting on his elbows with his phone in hand, his legs kicking up behind him. He felt oddly anxious, blushing as the phone call connected, the tones cutting off abruptly and being replaced with Minho's smooth, soft voice.
It had been too empty in bed without a warm body beside him this past month, and he couldn’t wait for the business trip to be over so he could have Minho all to himself again. It was in a moment of lonely desperation last night that he had messaged Minho with this proposition, and the wait for the elder to reply had a nervous knot form in his stomach. But the simple agreement from Minho and offer that he was free tonight had Jisung giddy all day as he waited to get home and throw himself onto the bed, phone in hand. Just the thought that they were trying this had him wriggling around on the bed in anticipation. The heat flooding his full cheeks and his knee-high socks were keeping him warm despite the fact he was already very bare underneath the bedsheets that were haphazardly over his back.
After a moment of silence, he dared ask, need dripping from his voice, "Tell me what you would do with me..."
The response came muffled from the other end of the line and Jisung couldn't figure out what Minho was doing, he heard the rustling of a paper bag and the smacking sounds of someone chewing before Minho grunted, responding, "I don't know, probably sex."
There was a moment of silence from Jisung’s end, with more obnoxious smacking and then a swallow from Minho’s, before the call went dead.
Minho took the phone from his ear and looked at the screen, eyebrows furrowing, seeing that it had disconnected.
Had Jisung hung up on him?
He shrugged his shoulders and re-crossed his legs where they were resting on his desk, taking another big bite of his bagel.