Hide and Seek --ONESHOT
Title: Hide and Seek
Chapters: 1
Genre: Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: JinOn/LeeU (Jinchul/Seunghyun)
Summary: All they wanted to do was hide from their stalking fangirls.
A/N: Ah, it's been awhile, and this was on impulse. I hope it would be a nice read for you. Prepare some tissues, just in case =P
I was inspired by this part of the Wanna Be Your Love mv:
So Jin On was saying "Only you" then Lee U: Saranghae followed by Jin On: Saranghae~ [EPIC <3]
The place was starting to fill up with teens and young adults who wanted a dose of good quality coffee. Pleasant cinnamon scent wafted through the café enticing potential buyers to their famous cinnamon rolls. He had them before and it was really good, but he didn’t feel like having one today.
Jinchul finished up his coffee and waited for Seunghyun to finish his. He took the opportunity to openly stare at his bandmate who was busy tapping on his smart phone. Red lips parted slightly, showing off perfect pearlies. Seunghyun's fair skin was flawless and almost hairless too. Dark eyelashes fluttered and those deep gorgeous brown eyes looked back at him questioningly.
"What?" Seunghyun asked as he lifted his hips slightly to slide his phone back into his baby blue skinny jeans. Jinchul caught a glimpse of pale skin and felt an answering twitch behind his zipper.
What will it feel like to slide my hands across that smooth skin? Would he whimper? Would he...
"Hello? Earth to Jin…" Seunghyun waved a hand at his face.
"I thought I was on the land of temptation." Jinchul murmured under his breath.
"Did you say something?"
"No. Are you done?" Jinchul picked up his fleece jacket from the back of the chair and slipped in. "Coz, I think we should get going before some crazy stalking fangirls start screaming at us."
Seunghyun nodded. His fringe fell over his eyes and Jinchul had an insane urge to comb it back with his fingers. Damn. Freaking. Gorgeous. Boy. It wasn't his fault that he was having these lustful urges and thoughts over the younger guy. He was already doomed the first time they met, and a ticking bomb when they first shook hands. Jinchul had felt that surge of electricity pass through him. Ever since then, he'd get a hard on from being near Seunghyun. He was that toxic, albeit an erotic one.
The feelings had spooked him then. Left him confused because he'd never looked at a guy that way nor have he had sinful thoughts about one. But Seunghyun created history and had become the shining star of Jinchul's fantasy and waking hours.
If the fangirls knew about these perverted thoughts, they would probably be in frenzy. Either they'd go on a Jin On x Lee U fan fiction overdrive or spam whatever available online account he had with hateful words.
That was not the only reason no one should know about his feelings. Seunghyun absolutely must not know because if he did, it would be too awkward to work with. Jinchul might even lose a friend and he didn't want that at all. No matter what happens, his feelings should be buried and suppressed, whichever looked more possible? He would not be the cause of Seunghyun's sadness and anger. The ever gorgeous smile was all he needed to make his day.
"Jin, let's go. I think I spot some of them near the front entrance."
Jinchul glanced over to where Seunghyun was looking and true to his words; about a group of four girls were staring at them blatantly. “Uh uh, we should.”
Grabbing Seunghyun’s wrist, they went out the back entrance, into the cool night air. The pad of his fingers tingled from where they touched. Blinking away the sudden vision of pinning that wrist high above the owner’s head, leaving him helpless to his hungry gaze, almost halted his step.
Stop. Don’t go there. Not a good idea.
They walked down the stairs and turned into the main street where the usual noise was subsiding as people started for home. Seunghyun’s shoulder brushed against his right arm which made him grin like a fool. He liked the fact that he was about two inches taller. From where he was, he could see the girls coming towards them. Uh-oh, he thought he felt himself pale slightly.
“Oh no.” was all Seunghyun said before the girls came running, screaming their name.
“Oh my god. Run!”
“Ok!”
Truth be told, he didn’t hate fangirls. Without them, his band was nothing. He just hated stalkers. They were just freaking freaky, and those four had been on their stalker list for months. One time, they stole Younghak’s underwear from his shared hotel room with Yejun, causing an uproar among netizens because they were sold to the highest bidder at a thousand dollars! Can you just imagine what would happen if they kidnapped one of them? The mere thought sent a shiver down his spine.
“Jin! They’re closing in!” Seunghyun tugged the back of his jacket.
Jinchul just grunted. They jogged around the water fountain shaped like a cat with a head of a bird, turned right into yet another street. This time it was the food street. Brick walls adorned most shops, like they just stepped into a London neighbourhood or something. Jinchul resisted the urge to drool as they walked pass restaurants, one after another. Food. Yummy.
He tugged on Suneghyun’s wrist. “This way.”
The other boy had made no effort to remove his wrist from Jinchul’s grip, which made the latter really, really happy. How he wished they could do this and walked like lovers. But, that was just in his head of course. Seunghyun could not possibly like someone like him, although he gave himself credit for not looking that bad. Some even said he looked like Kwon Sang Woo.
But I think I’m cuter.
“Let’s hide somewhere for awhile or something… I’m tired.”
“Ok, come one, in here.” Jinchul pulled Seunghyun into a dark narrow alley. Just then, he regretted his decision. Little light and close proximity with Seunghyun was a dangerous formula.
One that gave him… wood.
***
Seunghyun tried to catch his breath. He hated jogging on a stomach full of caffeine sloshing his inside, making him want to puke. He leaned his head against the cold wall behind him, with eyes trained on the lighted walkway just a meter or so away. Sweat trickled down his spine. Suddenly, realisation hit him. Hard.
“W…why are you so close?” Seunghyun stammered. He tilted his head slightly to look into Jinchul’s eyes. They were just a couple of inches apart. A slight move would make his brush against Jinchul which sounded kind of frightening in a sense.
“This seems like the best choice at the moment.” Jinchul whispered. Hot air tickled his ear, causing him to shiver. “Are you cold?”
“Are you crazy? With all that body heat you’re projecting, I wouldn’t be surprised if I melted into a puddle here.” Seunghyun chuckled.
“I can think plenty of ways to melt you.” He smirked. “This close, I can see you pretty eyes.”
“I know.”
“That you’re pretty?”
“That I have pretty eyes.” Seunghyun grinned and fluttered his eyelashes playfully. Something flickered in Jinchul’s eyes but they were gone in an instant, probably just his imagination.
“I feel self-conscious in the presence of your beauty, princess.” Jinchul rolled his eyes at his own words. He adjusted his stance slightly and placed his hands on the brick walls, one on each side of Seunghyun’s face.
“You’re not…” Seunghyun’s retort got cut off by the ringing of his phone, vibrating in his pocket. He arched his hips slightly to try to get the offending thing out. “Shit, why did I wear this anyway?”
He was too busy struggling to get it out not to notice Jinchul slipped over the sweet wrapper under him and came crashing into him. His thigh pressed into Seunghyun’s crotch.
“Get the damn phone!” Jinchul hissed.
“Yeah, I’m trying!” Seunghyun sighed with relief when he did but it wasn’t for long. He froze when the back of his hand brushed against something hot and hard. He gulped.
***
Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Fuck me! No, scratch that. It’s me doing the fucking here.
Jinchul tried to analyse the situation but all his blood had gone south and none left for his brain. He had almost came in his jeans when the phone vibrated against his erection, but now, it deflated slightly from the wide-eyed look that Seunghyun was sporting.
“L…look I can explain.” Jinchul licked his lip nervously.
“No, its ok, I know it’s only natural to react that way.” Seunghyun didn’t look at him. His eyes glanced at the screen of the phone. “It’s Yejun. I should answer.” Jinchul let him.
“Hey, what’s up? Yeah, we’re on our way home. Coke? Yeah and…”
“Actually, I get turned on by being this close to you.” Jinchul blurted out.
Fuck! Why did my mouth run off like that?
“I’m so hard; I want to fuck your brains out.” Jinchul said in his head.
But Seunghyun gaped at him, so he must have said that out loud. Shit.
***
“Hyung?” Yejun’s voice came through the phone loud and clear. “Hyung, are you there?”
Seunghyun felt something dock in this throat causing him temporary muteness. Those words caught him off guard, shook him to the core. Did Jinchul really think of him that way? That was not possible! The manly Jinchul, the one that women would want to warm their beds, wanted to do… that with him?
He decided to pretend he didn’t hear him. “Are you down with fever or something?” Frowning, he touched Jinchul’s forehead. “It’s hot; we should get you home fast.”
“No!” Jinchul voice boomed. “Don’t you understand?”
“What are you talking about? The fever? Yeah, I know.”
Jinchul sighed in frustration. “Damn it. You can be darn slow when you want to.” He leaned closer, lips almost touching. “I feel so hot all over because of you. So hot, I think I might burst if you touch me.” Jinchul’s breath fanned the other’s lips erotically. His heart thundered, blinding rationality.
“Like this?” Seunghyun touched his side and kneaded them gently. Jinchul growled.
The next moment, Seunghyun found himself pinned to the wall hard by a hard body and his mouth ravaged with hunger he had never knew of. The kiss was turning him on so much, he moaned indiscreetly, forgetting for a moment that they out in the streets.
Jinchul’s tongue teased his into submission; helpless to the assault that gave him pleasure he had never experienced before. Never in his life was he kissed so passionately, feverishly with so much want and need, neither by a woman nor a man, though it was his first with the latter.
And still, he craved for more, ignoring the protest in his brain. Like a taste of forbidden fruit had suddenly ingrained itself into him.
“Jin… ah… so hot.” Seunghyun gripped the taller man’s hips to hold himself up. As though sensing his weakened knees, Jinchul lifted him like he weighed nothing, and settled him on top of his thigh, legs dangling on each side. Their erections met, causing both to groan appreciatively.
***
“Oh, Seunghyun. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” Jinchul rolled his hips against Seunghyun’s crotch, feeling the delicious ripple of arousal flow through his body, stiffening his already throbbing shaft.
The younger man looked at him through half-lidded eyes. “Yeah?” He wound his arms around Jinchul’s neck for better support.
Jinchul kissed those swollen lips while his hands got busy. Slipping beneath the hem of Seunghyun’s hoodie made him sigh. Such smooth skin on a guy should be a crime. He slid up the material, bunching it under Seunghyun’s armpits, baring hardened nipple for him to touch and taste. Those little nubs tasted like the sweetest fruit as he lapped them hungrily. He sucked on them, rolled them between his teeth, leaving his mark. Seunghyun whimpered, hands kneading Jinchul’s shoulder unconsciously, his claves rubbing the back of Jinchul’s thigh insistently.
“Tell me what you want.” Jinchul licked Seunghyun’s jaw, up to his ears, pulling on his earlobe between his teeth.
“Uh, I want,” He moaned when Jinchul licked his ear, and then blew air over it, causing him to tremble with need. “you to touch me. Wanna. Come.”
“Oh, I plan to.” Jinchul managed to get Seunghyun’s jeans down to mid-thigh in record time. “I’m gonna make you come on my cock.”
The younger man moaned. Jinchul’s clever hands kneaded his but through the thing material of his briefs. “So prime.”
“Ah, you’re driving me crazy.”
“Jinchul licked the side of his face. “Such softness.” Slipping his hand into Seunghyun’s underwear, he cupped the bare butt he had been fantasising so much about. “I bet it will feel even better when I pound into you, yeah?”
***
Deft fingers trailed down his spine, before dipping into the cleft of his butt, seeking the place that had never been touched by another. Seunghyun wanted to push him away but soon abandoned the idea when a wet finger circled his entrance, causing him to squirm with delight.
“More.” He heard himself saying over the rushing of blood in his ears.
“Would love to.” Jinchul pressed his finger into Seunghyun’s mouth. “Get it wet, don’t want to hurt you.”
Once wet, those fingers went back to where it was and started probing his entrance. Seunghyun tensed.
“Shh, relax, baby. I would never hurt you.”
Seunghyun breathed deeply before he eased up and the finger slipped in. He felt it trust in and out of him, relaxing the ring of muscle before another finger joined. Those fingers scissored in him, opening him up even more for the hard shaft waiting to impale him.
“Does it hurt?”
“No… ah… feels strange… good.”
He gasped when those fingers brushed something inside him that caused his stomach to tighten and the tip of his shaft to leak with even more pre-come.
“Touch me, please.” Jinchul asked, almost begging.
How could I turn it down? I can’t even if I wanted t, which isn’t the case.
Soft fingers wrapped around Jinchul’s hot and aching cock, bringing him even closer to completion. Not yet. Not like this. A finger dipped into is slit, collecting the pre-come. Seunghyun then lifted it to his mouth for a taste.
Exquisite and erotic. He wanted more.
Jinchul growled. “Gonna fuck you hard and fast until you see stars.”
Seunghyun was about to say something but it slipped away the moment the tip of something hard and hot teased his quivering hole. He shouldn’t do this, his head insisted but another part of him wanted it badly. So, he gave in and let the head slipped pass his ring of muscle and inch after inch, until he was seated on Jinchul’s crotch with legs wrapped around his hips. Cold air brushed his overheated, exposed skin. His cock leaked with anticipation, excitement.
“You feel so tight, so right, baby.” Jinchul stood unmoving, giving Seunghyun time to adjust to the intrusion. “Can I move?”
“Please.”
With that, Jinchul thrust into him slowly. Heat engulfed his cock like a vacuum, sucking him into the body and never wanting to let go. When Seunghyun looked relaxed, he pounded into him fast, short strokes, then alternating with long strokes. Moans and whimpers coloured Seunghyun’s vocabulary. He looked so wanton and erotic that had Jinchul close to coming.
“Touch yourself. Let me see you come with my cock in you.”
“Uh.” Seunghyun spit into his palms and stroked his painfully erect cock.
Jinchul watched with fascination, if it was possible, his cock stiffened even more. He adjusted his angle and knew he had hit jackpot when Seunghyun jerked and gasped.
“Shh, do you want people to walk in on us, with you looking like a slut?” Jinchul punctuated his words by hitting his prostate again and again. “But then, I don’t want anyone to see you like this except for me.”
Seunghyun parted his lips but no words formed, just more whimpers and louder moans as Jinchul abused his prostate blinding him with overwhelming pleasure to come. Sensing no other way to quiet him, Jinchul covered his mouth with his. Tongues mated, imitating their lower bodies. Hot, fast and wet.
“Uh, gonna come.”
“Me too. Come for me, baby. Let me see that face.” Jinchul swatted Seunghyun’s hands and replaced it with his. He squeezed the rigid shaft, pumping it to the rhythm of their lovemaking. Up. Down. Up. Using his thumb to swipe the pre-come off the slit, Jinchul was rewarded with a loud wanton moan.
The walls surrounding his cock clenched tightly before it spasms, as ropes of semen splashed between them. Jinchul thrust once more before he bathed his insides with hot come to overflowing.
Pants filled the air between them, each trying to calm their racing hearts and gain composure from the mind-blowing sex that neither anticipated.
“It’s dripping out of my ass.” Seunghyun mumbled. He tried to stand but his knees gave in, so he leaned into Jinchul instead.
“Shit.”
“What?” Seunghyun asked. Eyes starting to drift close as sleep closed on him.
“I… we didn’t use protection.”
“It’s ok, I trust you.” His reply sounded slightly slur-ish before he went limp. And was that a snore he heard?
“You fool. You’re my first.” Jinchul said softly, glad that the other man was too unconscious to hear his confessions. “You should look at yourself now, all flushed, with come all over, swollen lips and that thoroughly-fucked face.”
“I love you even if you don’t.” He kissed his forehead before putting their clothes back on.
He was about to lift Seunghyun when he accidentally kicked something. Jinchul kneeled down and picked up what looked like… Seunghyun’s phone. Fortunately, the call had ended. He would die of embarrassment if Yejun heard what they were up to.
“Can’t corrupt the young.” Jinchul chuckled and lifted Seunghyun up over his shoulder, firemen style. Thank goodness they were just around ten minutes away from home. He didn’t want to think of hailing a taxi and letting the driver sniff a scent of their sex and looking at Seunghyun’s erotic face. No way.
He grinned.
***
Yejun panted. He lifted his right hand, seeing streaks of his semen. Licking his lips, he brought it to his mouth, tasting his own essence. Delicious. He licked them clean before grabbing the tissue on his nightstand to clean up some semen that had dripped down into his ass.
“Lucky.” Yejun laughed at himself. He almost got caught eavesdropping Jinchul and Seunghyun’s hot sex. It wasn’t his fault, really. Halfway talking then Seunghyun wasn’t replying and he heard the phone thud, like it dropped out of his hands. Then the moans and explicit suggestions came on. He wanted to put it away but found himself unable to. So he ended up jerking off to their lovemaking session. But he ended the call just in time before getting caught. Phew.
Yejun stared at his closed bedroom door when he heard the front door opened.
“We’re home.” Jinchul’s voice filtered through. Yejun quickly got dressed, and got out to greet them.
Younghak saw him and grinned. “What took you so long?”
“Nothing. I just dozed off a bit.” He lied and turned towards the oldest member. “Did you buy me my coke?”
“Oh, no, sorry.” Jinchul looked almost flustered for just a moment before he was back to his usual self.
“Can’t you just go down yourself?” Younghak shook his head.
“Fine. Whatever.” Yejun rolled his eyes and went over to get himself a glass of water.
“I’ll put him into bed. He kind of… passed out.” Jinchul carried the limp body across the hall into one of the bedrooms.
“Did you guys drink or something?” Younghak asked.
“Something like that.” Jinchul’s reply was muffled by the closed door.
Yejun spurted out the water he just drank, coughing.
“You ok?” Younghak patted his back.
“Yeah.” Yejun groaned when the image of Jinchul pounding into Seunghyun wouldn’t vanish, causing a tent in his pyjama bottoms.
“You sure?”
“Yes.” Yejun pressed himself against the kitchen counter to hide his tenting bottom.
“Ok, because for one second there I thought you look like a deviant pervert.” Younghak smirked and ambled off.
A/N: So, what do you think? =D Comments would be nice =3
Chapters: 1
Genre: Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: JinOn/LeeU (Jinchul/Seunghyun)
Summary: All they wanted to do was hide from their stalking fangirls.
A/N: Ah, it's been awhile, and this was on impulse. I hope it would be a nice read for you. Prepare some tissues, just in case =P
I was inspired by this part of the Wanna Be Your Love mv:
So Jin On was saying "Only you" then Lee U: Saranghae followed by Jin On: Saranghae~ [EPIC <3]
The place was starting to fill up with teens and young adults who wanted a dose of good quality coffee. Pleasant cinnamon scent wafted through the café enticing potential buyers to their famous cinnamon rolls. He had them before and it was really good, but he didn’t feel like having one today.
Jinchul finished up his coffee and waited for Seunghyun to finish his. He took the opportunity to openly stare at his bandmate who was busy tapping on his smart phone. Red lips parted slightly, showing off perfect pearlies. Seunghyun's fair skin was flawless and almost hairless too. Dark eyelashes fluttered and those deep gorgeous brown eyes looked back at him questioningly.
"What?" Seunghyun asked as he lifted his hips slightly to slide his phone back into his baby blue skinny jeans. Jinchul caught a glimpse of pale skin and felt an answering twitch behind his zipper.
What will it feel like to slide my hands across that smooth skin? Would he whimper? Would he...
"Hello? Earth to Jin…" Seunghyun waved a hand at his face.
"I thought I was on the land of temptation." Jinchul murmured under his breath.
"Did you say something?"
"No. Are you done?" Jinchul picked up his fleece jacket from the back of the chair and slipped in. "Coz, I think we should get going before some crazy stalking fangirls start screaming at us."
Seunghyun nodded. His fringe fell over his eyes and Jinchul had an insane urge to comb it back with his fingers. Damn. Freaking. Gorgeous. Boy. It wasn't his fault that he was having these lustful urges and thoughts over the younger guy. He was already doomed the first time they met, and a ticking bomb when they first shook hands. Jinchul had felt that surge of electricity pass through him. Ever since then, he'd get a hard on from being near Seunghyun. He was that toxic, albeit an erotic one.
The feelings had spooked him then. Left him confused because he'd never looked at a guy that way nor have he had sinful thoughts about one. But Seunghyun created history and had become the shining star of Jinchul's fantasy and waking hours.
If the fangirls knew about these perverted thoughts, they would probably be in frenzy. Either they'd go on a Jin On x Lee U fan fiction overdrive or spam whatever available online account he had with hateful words.
That was not the only reason no one should know about his feelings. Seunghyun absolutely must not know because if he did, it would be too awkward to work with. Jinchul might even lose a friend and he didn't want that at all. No matter what happens, his feelings should be buried and suppressed, whichever looked more possible? He would not be the cause of Seunghyun's sadness and anger. The ever gorgeous smile was all he needed to make his day.
"Jin, let's go. I think I spot some of them near the front entrance."
Jinchul glanced over to where Seunghyun was looking and true to his words; about a group of four girls were staring at them blatantly. “Uh uh, we should.”
Grabbing Seunghyun’s wrist, they went out the back entrance, into the cool night air. The pad of his fingers tingled from where they touched. Blinking away the sudden vision of pinning that wrist high above the owner’s head, leaving him helpless to his hungry gaze, almost halted his step.
Stop. Don’t go there. Not a good idea.
They walked down the stairs and turned into the main street where the usual noise was subsiding as people started for home. Seunghyun’s shoulder brushed against his right arm which made him grin like a fool. He liked the fact that he was about two inches taller. From where he was, he could see the girls coming towards them. Uh-oh, he thought he felt himself pale slightly.
“Oh no.” was all Seunghyun said before the girls came running, screaming their name.
“Oh my god. Run!”
“Ok!”
Truth be told, he didn’t hate fangirls. Without them, his band was nothing. He just hated stalkers. They were just freaking freaky, and those four had been on their stalker list for months. One time, they stole Younghak’s underwear from his shared hotel room with Yejun, causing an uproar among netizens because they were sold to the highest bidder at a thousand dollars! Can you just imagine what would happen if they kidnapped one of them? The mere thought sent a shiver down his spine.
“Jin! They’re closing in!” Seunghyun tugged the back of his jacket.
Jinchul just grunted. They jogged around the water fountain shaped like a cat with a head of a bird, turned right into yet another street. This time it was the food street. Brick walls adorned most shops, like they just stepped into a London neighbourhood or something. Jinchul resisted the urge to drool as they walked pass restaurants, one after another. Food. Yummy.
He tugged on Suneghyun’s wrist. “This way.”
The other boy had made no effort to remove his wrist from Jinchul’s grip, which made the latter really, really happy. How he wished they could do this and walked like lovers. But, that was just in his head of course. Seunghyun could not possibly like someone like him, although he gave himself credit for not looking that bad. Some even said he looked like Kwon Sang Woo.
But I think I’m cuter.
“Let’s hide somewhere for awhile or something… I’m tired.”
“Ok, come one, in here.” Jinchul pulled Seunghyun into a dark narrow alley. Just then, he regretted his decision. Little light and close proximity with Seunghyun was a dangerous formula.
One that gave him… wood.
***
Seunghyun tried to catch his breath. He hated jogging on a stomach full of caffeine sloshing his inside, making him want to puke. He leaned his head against the cold wall behind him, with eyes trained on the lighted walkway just a meter or so away. Sweat trickled down his spine. Suddenly, realisation hit him. Hard.
“W…why are you so close?” Seunghyun stammered. He tilted his head slightly to look into Jinchul’s eyes. They were just a couple of inches apart. A slight move would make his brush against Jinchul which sounded kind of frightening in a sense.
“This seems like the best choice at the moment.” Jinchul whispered. Hot air tickled his ear, causing him to shiver. “Are you cold?”
“Are you crazy? With all that body heat you’re projecting, I wouldn’t be surprised if I melted into a puddle here.” Seunghyun chuckled.
“I can think plenty of ways to melt you.” He smirked. “This close, I can see you pretty eyes.”
“I know.”
“That you’re pretty?”
“That I have pretty eyes.” Seunghyun grinned and fluttered his eyelashes playfully. Something flickered in Jinchul’s eyes but they were gone in an instant, probably just his imagination.
“I feel self-conscious in the presence of your beauty, princess.” Jinchul rolled his eyes at his own words. He adjusted his stance slightly and placed his hands on the brick walls, one on each side of Seunghyun’s face.
“You’re not…” Seunghyun’s retort got cut off by the ringing of his phone, vibrating in his pocket. He arched his hips slightly to try to get the offending thing out. “Shit, why did I wear this anyway?”
He was too busy struggling to get it out not to notice Jinchul slipped over the sweet wrapper under him and came crashing into him. His thigh pressed into Seunghyun’s crotch.
“Get the damn phone!” Jinchul hissed.
“Yeah, I’m trying!” Seunghyun sighed with relief when he did but it wasn’t for long. He froze when the back of his hand brushed against something hot and hard. He gulped.
***
Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Fuck me! No, scratch that. It’s me doing the fucking here.
Jinchul tried to analyse the situation but all his blood had gone south and none left for his brain. He had almost came in his jeans when the phone vibrated against his erection, but now, it deflated slightly from the wide-eyed look that Seunghyun was sporting.
“L…look I can explain.” Jinchul licked his lip nervously.
“No, its ok, I know it’s only natural to react that way.” Seunghyun didn’t look at him. His eyes glanced at the screen of the phone. “It’s Yejun. I should answer.” Jinchul let him.
“Hey, what’s up? Yeah, we’re on our way home. Coke? Yeah and…”
“Actually, I get turned on by being this close to you.” Jinchul blurted out.
Fuck! Why did my mouth run off like that?
“I’m so hard; I want to fuck your brains out.” Jinchul said in his head.
But Seunghyun gaped at him, so he must have said that out loud. Shit.
***
“Hyung?” Yejun’s voice came through the phone loud and clear. “Hyung, are you there?”
Seunghyun felt something dock in this throat causing him temporary muteness. Those words caught him off guard, shook him to the core. Did Jinchul really think of him that way? That was not possible! The manly Jinchul, the one that women would want to warm their beds, wanted to do… that with him?
He decided to pretend he didn’t hear him. “Are you down with fever or something?” Frowning, he touched Jinchul’s forehead. “It’s hot; we should get you home fast.”
“No!” Jinchul voice boomed. “Don’t you understand?”
“What are you talking about? The fever? Yeah, I know.”
Jinchul sighed in frustration. “Damn it. You can be darn slow when you want to.” He leaned closer, lips almost touching. “I feel so hot all over because of you. So hot, I think I might burst if you touch me.” Jinchul’s breath fanned the other’s lips erotically. His heart thundered, blinding rationality.
“Like this?” Seunghyun touched his side and kneaded them gently. Jinchul growled.
The next moment, Seunghyun found himself pinned to the wall hard by a hard body and his mouth ravaged with hunger he had never knew of. The kiss was turning him on so much, he moaned indiscreetly, forgetting for a moment that they out in the streets.
Jinchul’s tongue teased his into submission; helpless to the assault that gave him pleasure he had never experienced before. Never in his life was he kissed so passionately, feverishly with so much want and need, neither by a woman nor a man, though it was his first with the latter.
And still, he craved for more, ignoring the protest in his brain. Like a taste of forbidden fruit had suddenly ingrained itself into him.
“Jin… ah… so hot.” Seunghyun gripped the taller man’s hips to hold himself up. As though sensing his weakened knees, Jinchul lifted him like he weighed nothing, and settled him on top of his thigh, legs dangling on each side. Their erections met, causing both to groan appreciatively.
***
“Oh, Seunghyun. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” Jinchul rolled his hips against Seunghyun’s crotch, feeling the delicious ripple of arousal flow through his body, stiffening his already throbbing shaft.
The younger man looked at him through half-lidded eyes. “Yeah?” He wound his arms around Jinchul’s neck for better support.
Jinchul kissed those swollen lips while his hands got busy. Slipping beneath the hem of Seunghyun’s hoodie made him sigh. Such smooth skin on a guy should be a crime. He slid up the material, bunching it under Seunghyun’s armpits, baring hardened nipple for him to touch and taste. Those little nubs tasted like the sweetest fruit as he lapped them hungrily. He sucked on them, rolled them between his teeth, leaving his mark. Seunghyun whimpered, hands kneading Jinchul’s shoulder unconsciously, his claves rubbing the back of Jinchul’s thigh insistently.
“Tell me what you want.” Jinchul licked Seunghyun’s jaw, up to his ears, pulling on his earlobe between his teeth.
“Uh, I want,” He moaned when Jinchul licked his ear, and then blew air over it, causing him to tremble with need. “you to touch me. Wanna. Come.”
“Oh, I plan to.” Jinchul managed to get Seunghyun’s jeans down to mid-thigh in record time. “I’m gonna make you come on my cock.”
The younger man moaned. Jinchul’s clever hands kneaded his but through the thing material of his briefs. “So prime.”
“Ah, you’re driving me crazy.”
“Jinchul licked the side of his face. “Such softness.” Slipping his hand into Seunghyun’s underwear, he cupped the bare butt he had been fantasising so much about. “I bet it will feel even better when I pound into you, yeah?”
***
Deft fingers trailed down his spine, before dipping into the cleft of his butt, seeking the place that had never been touched by another. Seunghyun wanted to push him away but soon abandoned the idea when a wet finger circled his entrance, causing him to squirm with delight.
“More.” He heard himself saying over the rushing of blood in his ears.
“Would love to.” Jinchul pressed his finger into Seunghyun’s mouth. “Get it wet, don’t want to hurt you.”
Once wet, those fingers went back to where it was and started probing his entrance. Seunghyun tensed.
“Shh, relax, baby. I would never hurt you.”
Seunghyun breathed deeply before he eased up and the finger slipped in. He felt it trust in and out of him, relaxing the ring of muscle before another finger joined. Those fingers scissored in him, opening him up even more for the hard shaft waiting to impale him.
“Does it hurt?”
“No… ah… feels strange… good.”
He gasped when those fingers brushed something inside him that caused his stomach to tighten and the tip of his shaft to leak with even more pre-come.
“Touch me, please.” Jinchul asked, almost begging.
How could I turn it down? I can’t even if I wanted t, which isn’t the case.
Soft fingers wrapped around Jinchul’s hot and aching cock, bringing him even closer to completion. Not yet. Not like this. A finger dipped into is slit, collecting the pre-come. Seunghyun then lifted it to his mouth for a taste.
Exquisite and erotic. He wanted more.
Jinchul growled. “Gonna fuck you hard and fast until you see stars.”
Seunghyun was about to say something but it slipped away the moment the tip of something hard and hot teased his quivering hole. He shouldn’t do this, his head insisted but another part of him wanted it badly. So, he gave in and let the head slipped pass his ring of muscle and inch after inch, until he was seated on Jinchul’s crotch with legs wrapped around his hips. Cold air brushed his overheated, exposed skin. His cock leaked with anticipation, excitement.
“You feel so tight, so right, baby.” Jinchul stood unmoving, giving Seunghyun time to adjust to the intrusion. “Can I move?”
“Please.”
With that, Jinchul thrust into him slowly. Heat engulfed his cock like a vacuum, sucking him into the body and never wanting to let go. When Seunghyun looked relaxed, he pounded into him fast, short strokes, then alternating with long strokes. Moans and whimpers coloured Seunghyun’s vocabulary. He looked so wanton and erotic that had Jinchul close to coming.
“Touch yourself. Let me see you come with my cock in you.”
“Uh.” Seunghyun spit into his palms and stroked his painfully erect cock.
Jinchul watched with fascination, if it was possible, his cock stiffened even more. He adjusted his angle and knew he had hit jackpot when Seunghyun jerked and gasped.
“Shh, do you want people to walk in on us, with you looking like a slut?” Jinchul punctuated his words by hitting his prostate again and again. “But then, I don’t want anyone to see you like this except for me.”
Seunghyun parted his lips but no words formed, just more whimpers and louder moans as Jinchul abused his prostate blinding him with overwhelming pleasure to come. Sensing no other way to quiet him, Jinchul covered his mouth with his. Tongues mated, imitating their lower bodies. Hot, fast and wet.
“Uh, gonna come.”
“Me too. Come for me, baby. Let me see that face.” Jinchul swatted Seunghyun’s hands and replaced it with his. He squeezed the rigid shaft, pumping it to the rhythm of their lovemaking. Up. Down. Up. Using his thumb to swipe the pre-come off the slit, Jinchul was rewarded with a loud wanton moan.
The walls surrounding his cock clenched tightly before it spasms, as ropes of semen splashed between them. Jinchul thrust once more before he bathed his insides with hot come to overflowing.
Pants filled the air between them, each trying to calm their racing hearts and gain composure from the mind-blowing sex that neither anticipated.
“It’s dripping out of my ass.” Seunghyun mumbled. He tried to stand but his knees gave in, so he leaned into Jinchul instead.
“Shit.”
“What?” Seunghyun asked. Eyes starting to drift close as sleep closed on him.
“I… we didn’t use protection.”
“It’s ok, I trust you.” His reply sounded slightly slur-ish before he went limp. And was that a snore he heard?
“You fool. You’re my first.” Jinchul said softly, glad that the other man was too unconscious to hear his confessions. “You should look at yourself now, all flushed, with come all over, swollen lips and that thoroughly-fucked face.”
“I love you even if you don’t.” He kissed his forehead before putting their clothes back on.
He was about to lift Seunghyun when he accidentally kicked something. Jinchul kneeled down and picked up what looked like… Seunghyun’s phone. Fortunately, the call had ended. He would die of embarrassment if Yejun heard what they were up to.
“Can’t corrupt the young.” Jinchul chuckled and lifted Seunghyun up over his shoulder, firemen style. Thank goodness they were just around ten minutes away from home. He didn’t want to think of hailing a taxi and letting the driver sniff a scent of their sex and looking at Seunghyun’s erotic face. No way.
He grinned.
***
Yejun panted. He lifted his right hand, seeing streaks of his semen. Licking his lips, he brought it to his mouth, tasting his own essence. Delicious. He licked them clean before grabbing the tissue on his nightstand to clean up some semen that had dripped down into his ass.
“Lucky.” Yejun laughed at himself. He almost got caught eavesdropping Jinchul and Seunghyun’s hot sex. It wasn’t his fault, really. Halfway talking then Seunghyun wasn’t replying and he heard the phone thud, like it dropped out of his hands. Then the moans and explicit suggestions came on. He wanted to put it away but found himself unable to. So he ended up jerking off to their lovemaking session. But he ended the call just in time before getting caught. Phew.
Yejun stared at his closed bedroom door when he heard the front door opened.
“We’re home.” Jinchul’s voice filtered through. Yejun quickly got dressed, and got out to greet them.
Younghak saw him and grinned. “What took you so long?”
“Nothing. I just dozed off a bit.” He lied and turned towards the oldest member. “Did you buy me my coke?”
“Oh, no, sorry.” Jinchul looked almost flustered for just a moment before he was back to his usual self.
“Can’t you just go down yourself?” Younghak shook his head.
“Fine. Whatever.” Yejun rolled his eyes and went over to get himself a glass of water.
“I’ll put him into bed. He kind of… passed out.” Jinchul carried the limp body across the hall into one of the bedrooms.
“Did you guys drink or something?” Younghak asked.
“Something like that.” Jinchul’s reply was muffled by the closed door.
Yejun spurted out the water he just drank, coughing.
“You ok?” Younghak patted his back.
“Yeah.” Yejun groaned when the image of Jinchul pounding into Seunghyun wouldn’t vanish, causing a tent in his pyjama bottoms.
“You sure?”
“Yes.” Yejun pressed himself against the kitchen counter to hide his tenting bottom.
“Ok, because for one second there I thought you look like a deviant pervert.” Younghak smirked and ambled off.
A/N: So, what do you think? =D Comments would be nice =3