Falling off the Turnip Truck [2/5]

[dreaminginside]

And essentially, staring is what Ryeowook limits his advances to. It’s been a few weeks since he barged unwelcome into Jongwoon’s life and even the man must admit that the change in Ryeowook is stunning. He’s not pushy anymore, doesn’t force himself on Jongwoon, doesn’t mention any ridiculous stuff like wedding rings or kissing or sex or vegetable destiny. He just stares.

Jongwoon would be pretty contented with such a state of affairs, free from the other’s threats and indecent offers of sexual favours, if not for one minor detail. Ryeowook’s staring, or rather leering, has been seriously getting on his nerves. It’s not your typical kind of staring, the obvious, the evident one, no.

It’s the kind that’s made up of brief, sidelong glances, insistent and ever-present, because whenever Jongwoon looks up from a newspaper or coffee mug, Ryeowook’s eyes are always where he’s expected to find them, always on him. Granted, Ryeowook turns away or looks down whenever he gets caught but it’s not like Jongwoon can’t feel the other’s gaze on him at all times, his eyes undressing him, tracing all the exposed and unexposed curves of his body.

He refrains himself from snapping at Ryeowook though, as he fears any kind of comment on their (at best) shaky relationship will merely bring back the near molestation behavior that Ryeowook had previously used to try and ‘win him over’. And as the strange man has made it extremely clear that he’s not going anywhere, seemingly content to sit around and rape Jongwoon with his eyes for every moment of the day and playing his housewife of sorts, Jongwoon resigns himself to waiting in anticipation for when Ryeowook stops being so normal (well, in comparison to his former behavior, and as normal as a turnip turned man can be, he supposes) and reverts back to his strange quest of making Jongwoon fall in love with him.

Ryeowook also contents himself to lounging around Jongwoon’s house, doing nothing all day but calling him at work to bother him and occasionally venturing out to the grocery store to spend Jongwoon’s money. Essentially taking up space that could be used for much better things and wasting valuable air, in Jongwoon’s opinion at least.

Jongwoon suggests getting a job, but that is swiftly shot down by Ryeowook’s objection that having spent all his life as a turnip he has no real veritable skills (besides bitching, Jongwoon puts in, which earns him a rather scathing glare) and that his primary job is to get Jongwoon to fall for him. The matter is dropped quite quickly after that, and life continues on as such, largely uninterrupted and disturbingly normal as Jongwoon simply waits for something to happen that will throw his world off kilter again.

“He’s been asking about you again,” Ryeowook states one day, munching on a stale bread roll which, he claims, would be too much of a waste to throw away. Jongwoon looks up from his laptop with no small amount of alarm - something’s telling him this is where the idyll ends - and instantly finds himself distracted by how Ryeowook’s bent over the counter, shapely little ass stuck out and looking so so inviting, and...

“Who has?” Jongwoon asks, shaking his head furiously to drive off ridiculous thoughts.
Ryeowook merely shrugs. “Your ex, who else.”

Jongwoon says nothing. He stands up and approaches Ryeowook with a warm smile and the turnip man swallows hard because that’s most certainly not an expression Jongwoon would wear in any circumstances, let alone in a situation like that. “When?”

“Oh well, I’m not sure, a week ago?” Ryeowook chokes out, Jongwoon’s dark eyes boring holes in his face, a disturbing smile still dancing on his lips. “And you didn’t tell me earlier because?”

“…It didn’t seem particularly important? Your mother called and nattered about it for about half an hour while you were at work, I just figured that it was her usual crazy and didn’t want to bother you with it.” Ryeowook chuckles nervously as Jongwoon’s smile turns sugar sweet, eyes crinkling in a near scary way.

“Because it’s not like you don’t call me at all hours of the day anyway to let me know the state of your dramas and THIS piece of information doesn’t seem important?! And oh God, if you got it from my mother than she’s surely told him where I live. Well the shits bound to hit the fan on this one, so I recommend you getting your magic turnip powers ready or whatever it is, because Siwon has Jesus on his side and I’m not sure if you can beat that.” Jongwoon is still smiling at the end of his little speech, but only because he was kind of waiting for something like this to happen and is only glad to have been mentally prepared this time.

“You make it sound like I have to fight him to win your heart or something. What is it then? A jousting match to win fair maiden’s hand? Yeah, I can go for that,” Ryeowook nods sagely and ignores the scathing glance directed at him in favor of finishing off his roll.

“Especially as he seems quite a nice fellow, not at all like you described him. Totally harmless, too. Oh and his dimples! I don’t blame you that you were blinded by those, I nearly fell for his smile myself.” Jongwoon blinks. He blinks again and begins to wonder, for the umpteenth time since Ryeowook decided to quit being a turnip in favour of transforming his life into a nightmare, what he has done to deserve this.

“Tell me it was just a joke,” he hisses through clenched teeth, lips pursed, eyes dark and scary, and Ryeowook nearly shudders at how close Jongwoon’s face is to his and how strangely exciting it is to have Jongwoon glare at him in such a way. “Ryeowook, I am warning you, don’t fuck with me like this because - “

“I wasn’t kidding, Jongwoon,” Ryeowook cuts him off, deciding to stake everything on one roll of the dice. “And you might wish to know we’re having dinner with him tonight. I thought you should settle your issues before you get too involved in a relationship with me so I invited him over.”

Jongwoon gapes and begins to feel the room start spinning; this wasn’t quite what he had prepared himself for when he started off this conversation. “You didn’t. Oh my God please tell me you’re kidding, this can’t be real. No, there is no way the two of you are allowed to be in the same room, this can’t be happening. And for the last time, I’m not getting in a relationship with you!”

“Oh would you quit being so delusional, Jongwoon? Honestly I think you’re just making mountains out of molehills here, and you two obviously have some intense issues,” Jongwoon mutters something about never underestimating Jesus beams, but Ryeowook ignores him in favor of continuing. “And this is a perfect opportunity to fix them. So go get ready, we have dinner in ten minutes.” Ryeowook cheerfully ignores Jongwoon’s denial of the possibility of them having a relationship in favor of focusing on how close Jongwoon’s face remains to his own.

“I’m not being delusional! This is so bad, Ryeowook you have no idea what you’re getting into here, and I’m not going anywhere. All I’m doing tonight is crying myself to sleep again, so get on the phone and cancel whatever it is you have planned.” Jongwoon states angrily, just turning to go back to his room when he hears the doorbell ring.

“I wonder who that might be,” Ryeowook muses aloud with a shameless smirk directed straight at Jongwoon. “Will you get the door, honey, or do you prefer to set the table?”

“Ryeowook, you’re so going to pay for this,” Jongwoon snarls and makes to run off to his room when Ryeowook’s grip around his arm forces him to drop his plan. “Baby, I feel compelled to inform you about one more thing. I told Siwon-sshi about us - of course I let myself skip the part concerning my turnip past - and he thinks you’re head over heels in love with me. This might actually surprise you but he said he was happy for us and wanted to apologize to you for stalking you up till recently. It seems like he wants to bury the hatchet so I suggest that you be a good boy and confirm him in the conviction that
you’re madly in love with me.” This said, Ryeowook reaches up to smooth out Jongwoon’s frown with his index finger and flashes him a wide smile when the other flinches. “More love, Jongwoon, I need to see more love from you tonight.” He grabs Jongwoon’s hand, lacing their fingers tightly and pulls him towards the door.

Jongwoon sputters uselessly for a few moments as Ryeowook pulls him along, briefly entertaining the thought of simply running and leaping off his veranda and ending it all now (he thought he’d put this whole death wish thing behind him, but leave it to the damn turnip to bring it right back) but by the time he’s regained his wits, they’re standing in front of his door. “But I’m not in love with you, you stupid vegetable!” Jongwoon hisses before Ryeowook opens the door, and is silenced again by the mega watt smile thrown his way from the man on the other side of the doorway.

“That doesn’t really matter honey, and just remember, I’m doing you a favor here,” Ryeowook says softly out of the corner of his mouth, squeezing Jongwoon’s hand in a vice grip. “So don’t fuck it up okay?”

Jongwoon blanches slightly before nodding slowly, and he has to admit that this could work out in his favor as long as he plays his cards right. He figures that along as Ryeowook doesn’t really leave him alone to deal with his slightly crazy ex, then things even have a chance of going well.

“Ah, Siwon-sshi, how nice of you to join us! I’ll just leave you alone with Jongwoon here while I go put dinner on the table.”

Lovely. Just fucking lovely. Just -

A huge bouquet of wild flowers is pushed in Jongwoon’s face and when he manages to get them out of his filed of vision, his eyes fall on Siwon with a rueful expression, Siwon kneeling down with a rueful expression, Siwon on his knees with a rueful expression. In the doorway.

“Forgive me,” he shouts out, looking up and straight into Jongwoon’s eyes.
“I was so stupid, I thought I could win you back by scaring off your boyfriends and making you feel lonely. I never wanted to hurt you, Jongwoon, please accept those flowers as a symbol of my deepest respect for you. I would say ‘as a symbol of love’, but my heart already belongs to another man.”

Jongwoon can’t decide whether to rejoice at the fact that Siwon has found himself a new victim or bend down and pull Siwon up to his feet because for Christ’s sakes, there’s a grown up man kneeling in front of him in his doorway.

“I’ve told you a countless number of times that you should just marry my daughter! Wouldn’t it save you all the embarrassment?” Of course Mrs. Lee would choose this
very moment to pass by.

“What did she mean? I thought there’s only Ryeowook for you now!” Siwon points out accusingly, rising to his feet and brushing dust off his pants.

“Of course there’s only me, right, baby?” Ryeowook covers the distance that separates them in what seems a single leap and before Jongwoon can put two and two together, there’s a hand squeezing his and warm lips pressed against his cheek.

“Oh yes, it’s only Ryeowook for me now,” Jongwoon plasters a grin on and restrains the urge to blush when Ryeowook kisses his cheek, because he isn’t some high school girl with a crush and has no interest in the strange man, none whatsoever. “And you know Mrs. Lee, just ignore her crack pot mutterings, poor thing hardly knows what she’s saying anymore.”

“So, is dinner ready now?” Jongwoon is eager to get the night over with as soon as possible, but realizes he’s made a mistake of some kind as Ryeowook glares at him, and bemoans the fact that they’re playing that type of couple, the one with all the gooey pet names and painful to watch displays of affection. “Uh, babycakes?”

Ryeowook nods, pleased, before turning a bright smile on Siwon and gesturing towards the dining room. “Yes well, dinner is served, so take a seat and we can catch up. I’m sure you have lots of stories about Jongwoonie here that I would just love to hear.”

“Well that would depend on what you want to hear, I mean I’m sure you already know all of his embarrassing sexy details, so I’m not sure of what I have to share. Mostly I’ve just talked to Jongwoon’s dates about the wonders of Jesus and quoted bible verses. Would you like to hear?” Siwon is all smiles as Ryeowook leads him to the table, and Jongwoon keeps his smile pasted on and resigns himself to a very long, unenjoyable evening. He does grin at Siwon’s remark though, and figures, hell, maybe it will be just as miserable for Ryeowook.

No such luck this time though, Jongwoon concludes almost regretfully when Siwon refuses politely to stay beyond the time of the actual dinner consumption. He has plans for tonight.

“I have plans for tonight,” he informs the hosts once he stops chewing on the last bit of steak. “My date’s probably already waiting for me. But fear not, it doesn’t mean we have to part for today. I’ve had a very nice time talking to you guys and I’m delighted to see Jongwoon so happy and in love. But you need to see my happiness too and therefore I’m taking you to Happy Testicles tonight!”

“Since when does a Soldier of Light actually attend gay bars?” Jongwoon chuckles, clearly remembering Siwon’s negative attitude to places of “utter debauchery” and “eternal sin.”

“Oh hush you, people change,” Siwon says hastily and gives Ryeowook a conspirational wink. “So what do you think? I’m sure Ryeowook-sshi would love to have some fun tonight, right?”

“I don’t think -”

“I insist.”

“Well if he insists, then I guess there’s just no way around it, huh, hun buns?” Ryeowook’s eyes are filled with pure evil as he leans over to Jongwoon’s chair snuggles into the other man’s shoulder, batting his eyelashes suggestively.

“I really, really hate you right now.” Jongwoon leans down to whisper in Ryeowook’s ear, smile in place as if he is saying something sugar sweet, and he can hear Siwon cooing in the background. Ryeowook just grins back, holding back a small laugh.

“Aww, I love you too, baby.”

***

“Well Siwon, where’s this love of yours? I have, uh, plans with Ryeowook tonight so I’d like to get this over with as soon as possible,” Jongwoon questions almost as soon as they walk in the bar, and watches Siwon waggle his eyebrows at the apparent suggestion of his nightly activities in his words.

“Oh come on now, Jongwoon, you can always do the dirty tomorrow. Besides, it’s not every day that you get a chance to hang around with your handsome ex and his beautiful new love.”

Jongwoon has to bite down on his bottom lip to refrain from thanking God for that.

“There you are!” Siwon suddenly squeaks, reaching out for a blonde man’s hand and Jongwoon vaguely thinks that ‘Siwon’ and ‘squeaking’ don’t make for the greatest combination ever. He scans the blonde man from head to toe and finds himself fighting the urge to snort.

“Nowhere near my level,” he leans over to whisper in Ryeowook’s ear.

“Of course,” Ryeowook nods with a solemn expression, hand instantly wrapping itself around Jongwoon’s as a reminder of who he belongs to and a sign that he’s already taken. It’s not really helping though, men are still feasting their eyes on Jongwoon, or so it seems to Ryeowook. He doesn’t like it.

“Meet Eeteuk,” Siwon exclaims gleefully, putting an abrupt end to Ryeowook’s rumination. “He’s the man of my life.”

“And a cauliflower,” Ryeowook mumbles under his breath but nobody catches it due to the loud music and Siwon’s constant cooing.

“Eeteuk, this is my ex, Jongwoon, and his new boyfriend-”

“Ryeowook!” Siwon is cut off by Eeteuk happily exclaiming Ryeowook’s name, practically tackling the smaller man in an embrace and leaving Jongwoon and Siwon with matching expressions of surprise, with a little horror on Jongwoon’s part. “Oh my God, I haven’t seen you in so long! Since the last Veggie Happiness conference at least! …But you ran away when I tried to talk to you.”

“Not long enough, obviously,” Ryeowook mutters, desperately trying to disentangle himself from the bubbly man’s arms. “And that’s because you’re complete basket case. Now go back to your boyfriend, if you plan on being here then I need more to drink.”

Jongwoon catches Ryeowook’s hand again after he finally gets away from the pouting and confused Eeteuk, whispering quickly in the his ear as the smaller man pulls him towards the bar. “Please don’t tell me that man is another one of you crazy vegetable people, I don’t think I can handle another one.”

“Well why else would I be so eager for a drink? Of course he is, that damn cauliflower just can’t seem to leave me alone. Just be glad that you have me Jongwoon, you really don’t know how lucky you are.”

“Lucky? How am I lucky? My life has changed into the worst of nightmares since you decided to barge into it and, believe it or not, ‘lucky’ is the last word I’d use in reference to my current self. Plus come on, just look at him. He may not be as handsome as I am but compared to you, he’s a young god.”

Ryeowook lets a major pout speak for itself. He presents Jongwoon his unamused expression and waits for a few seconds for him to take his words back but when nothing of the sort happens, he just turns on his heel with a loud snort.

“Hmph!” It’s the only sound Jongwoon can make out from Ryeowook’s anger-induced speech, loud music successfully swallowing his words before they reach Jongwoon’s ears, and then Ryeowook just dives into the crowd. He’s back after less than three heartbeats, shooting Jongwoon one death glare after another.

“You know what, human? I’m sick of it, sick of you. Still claiming I make you the most miserable creature on earth? Fine, I don’t care. I’m gonna get wasted and have a blast on this very dance floor and you just go and fuck yourself or whatever!”

Jongwoon sputters wordlessly as Ryeowook turns on heel and heads straight back into the mass of dancing bodies, out of his line of vision in a matter of moments. He thinks he should feel glad that the crazy vegetable is finally leaving him alone, but he only feels an uneasy feeling settling deep in his stomach. He determines the solution to that being that he obviously hasn’t had enough to drink yet and quickly turns back to the bar to order more shots, the burn of alcohol numbing some of the, dare he say it, guilt, in his stomach.

An unknown number of shots later a young brunette sidles up to him as he continues to drink, and Jongwoon vaguely hears their excited chatter as he scans the crowd on the floor, but can’t catch any sight of a familiar face until his gaze lands on the center of the floor.

He catches a flash of red hair under the lights, and is struck stupid by how attractive Ryeowook looks when he’s dancing, body lines of sharp movement as he loses himself in the music. He thinks it may be the alcohol induced haze that he’s stumbled into, but he’s nearly sure that he’s drooling as Ryeowook gives a shake of his hips and runs his hands down his body.

He shouldn’t be surprised, he knows he shouldn’t, it’s no like he hasn’t been aware of how attractive Ryeowook is. But still, to watch him flex his limbs and shake his hips to the beat of techno music in a throng of sweaty bodies is a new experience to Jongwoon, and he finds it impossible to ignore it, even in his drunken state.

He leans his forearm against the counter, head suddenly too heavy and hands too shaky as he watches Ryeowook work that pert little ass of his, leaning back against the bleached-haired man grinding up against him and- whoa whoa wait a minute. Jongwoon has to squint his eyes to make his vision focus on that one particular spot on the dance floor, the spot occupied by two men lost in the music and - apparently - each other, one of them being Ryeowook, the vegetable nightmare. His personal vegetable nightmare. His personal vegetable nightmare letting a guy with barbie-coloured hair grind up against him like it’s the most natural thing in the world to do in a gay bar. Which, Jongwoon concludes after a while of consideration, it is.

He feels a wave of unreasonable jealousy rising up as he continues to watch Ryeowook’s downright lewd dancing on the floor, and his lips curl down in a frown. He has no reason to feel jealous, and this is what he wanted anyway, so he should feel happy at the prospect of the turnip getting lucky tonight with someone besides him.

Two shots later he feels even worse and Ryeowook’s dancing has yet again become the focus of his only slightly blurry vision. Jongwoon begins to wonder if maybe Ryeowook was a stripper before he was a magic vegetable, because there is simply no way a mere human or vegetable can shake their hips like that. The face of the man Ryeowook is dancing with seems to blur out completely, and in his mind’s eye Jongwoon replaces it with his own. He imagines that it’s his hands on Ryeowook’s hips, his thigh that Ryeowook is grinding up against, a roll of his hips that brings a soft moan bubbling out from Ryeowook’s parted lips.

Everything comes back into clarity after a long and slow blink, and Jongwoon sighs at the loss of the vision. It’s at that point he decides to throw caution to the wind and simply try for something rash, to stop thinking for once in his life.

He places his glass with vodka on the counter with so much force he spills half of it over the wooden surface. He pays it no mind though, he can’t be bothered by insignificant, trivial matters like that, not when he has a mission to carry out. A couple heartbeats and exactly seven steps forwards later he’s standing in front of the astounded Ryeowook and reaching out to trap his wrist in a vice-like grip. He tugs, nothing happens. He tugs again and is presented with a death glare and considerable resistance. Jongwoon briefly thinks he should have stayed at the counter, sipping on his drink with no care in the world but then he looks into those eyes, big with impossibly dark irises, and angry beyond measure, and it’s enough to make him realize there’s no turning back. So he tugs again.

“What?!” Ryeowook bites out, back still attached to the blonde man’s chest. Jongwoon can’t hold back a snort because really, that barbie doll won’t ever be better than him.

“You’re coming with me,” he commands, tugging at Ryeowook’s wrist and the man does a very unimpressed face. It doesn’t bode well.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, Jongwoon. I’m having fun with this guy here, uh. Your name again?”

Instead of an answer, the man clamps an arm around Ryeowook’s waist and presses his hips into Ryeowook’s ass. Ryeowook lets out a giggle. “Sorry Jongwoon, we’re kind of busy, so...”

“I don’t fucking care whether you’re busy or not, you’re going drinking with me. Now.” Jongwoon’s tone is commanding and the tug of his hand is much harder this time around.

“Kim Jongwoon, you are the king of mixed messages. Pushing me away and then when I finally find an attractive lay in this pathetic bunch you go riding in on your high horse to come take me for a drink.” Ryeowook slurs as Jongwoon all but yanks him out of the other man’s grip (was that a tiara on his head? Jongwoon really has to question what drew Ryeowook to dance with that fashion disaster anyway, strange tattoos peeking out from under a simply garish neon red trench coat. Jongwoon is sure that he is at least ten times more attractive) dragging Ryeowook back to the bar, promptly downing the rest of his vodka and commending himself on a successful mission. He can’t really remember what that mission was, but he does know that the more than slightly pissed off look Ryeowook is giving him is more than a little hot, and only manages a lopsided grin at Ryeowook’s statement. “Just how drunk are you anyway?”

“I have no idea.” Jongwoon answers quite honestly, momentarily distracted by how the light plays off of Ryeowook’s hair, highlighting the shadows, and then suddenly feels a deep seated fear in his stomach that comes along when he has no idea what he’s doing. He remembers his tried and true way of dealing with it, and begins to babble. “But you have really pretty eyes. And hair. It’s red. Red’s my favorite color you know? I like it. It’s really --”

“...shiny? I know! I’ve been using that hair conditioner I made you buy for me a few weeks ago in that little fancy drugstore, remember? I was so happy that I thought to myself that there must be justice in the world because at first I was just a little insignificant turnip with no friends and no prospects, and now I’m a human being with a hair conditioner at his disposal.”

Jongwoon casts Ryeowook an I’m-not-very-pleased glare, slumping on the red couch adjacent to one of the walls, and tugs at Ryeowook’s wrist again so that the other man has no choice but follow suit, seating himself on the couch beside Jongwoon.

“Don’t make fun of me,” he says harshly and hiccups, feeling vodka gradually taking control of his body. And mind.

So he’s not very surprised by his own forwardness as he leans in, close enough to make Ryeowook suck in air sharply, breath hitching in his throat.

“Was he better than me?” Jongwoon inquires, mouth mere centimeters - no, millimeters - from Ryeowook’s profile, so close the man’s quite positive he can feel it brushing against the shell of his ear, and he finds it impossible to hold back a shiver. “It’s not like I’ve ever danced with you Jongwoon, on what basis exactly do I make the comparison?”

“You know it’s not what I meant,” Jongwoon whispers huskily, breath hot and arousing against the skin of Ryeowook’s cheek, and his hand lands on the man’s stomach., startling him to the point of gasping. “Did you get hard from all that grinding? Did you like it, Ryeowook? Tell me.”

“W-what?” Ryeowook stutters and inwardly curses at how shaky his voice sounds, but he really can’t help it as Jongwoon’s hand begins to travel down to his thigh, and if he wasn’t hard before then he certainly is now, barely repressing a shiver at Jongwoon’s voice, low and hot and scarcely an inch from his mouth. “What is it to you anyway, Jongwoon? I’d say it’s none of your business. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go back and see if what’s-his-face is still up for some --”

“You talk too much.” Jongwoon growls, feeling jealousy rise up from the pit of his stomach at the thought of Ryeowook with someone besides himself, and his hand on the other man’s thigh tightens, the whimper it brings making him feel more aroused than he’s willing to admit. “I know there are better uses for your pretty little mouth than that.”

“Seriously Jongwoon, just how drunk ARE you --” The rest of Ryeowook’s words are muffled as Jongwoon crushes their lips together, the taste of alcohol sharp on his tongue as it pushes it’s way past Ryeowook’s lips, and he marvels at how soft those lips feel against his own.

Ryeowook is frozen stiff with shock as Jongwoon kisses him, brought back as the hand on his thigh edges closer to the front of his pants, and after a brief moment of contemplation (in which the decision is quickly made by Jongwoon’s teeth pulling at his lower lip) decides what the hell and scrambles onto Jongwoon’s lap, straddling the other man’s hips and looping his arms around Jongwoon’s neck.

“You are aware it was you who initiated the kiss, Jongwoon, aren’t you?” It's mumbled into Jongwoon's mouth, lips working against lips fervently, fingers digging into each other's flesh as they roll their hips together instinctively. “Mmm,” is the only answer Ryeowook gets before there's a hand on the nape of his neck, pressing, and he's pulled closer, the kiss deepening.

A sharp gasp escapes his mouth as he feels Jongwoon's erection rubbing against his ass, the latter snapping his hips upwards in desperate search of the much needed friction. Ryeowook feels a trail of spit running down his chin as the kiss gets sloppier and as if on cue, Jongwoon briefly pulls away to run his tongue over Ryeowook's skin, licking up the dribble of spit before delving back in, tongue slick and sticky as it slides past Ryeowook's parted lips.

Ryeowook moans. It's a spontaneous reaction he can't restrain, not when Jongwoon's rolling his hips insistently, not when his tongue's exploring every corner of his mouth, not when one of Jongwoon's hands follows the track down his spine, briefly stopping at the waistband of his pants before traveling farther.

Ryeowook can't decide whether to busy himself rejoicing or curse his pants for being slightly oversized as Jongwoon's hand slides easily beneath the waistband and he shudders in the latter's hold when warm fingertips start fanning against one of his ass cheeks.

He barely has enough time to realize that the kiss has gotten more aggressive before he feels Jongwoon's finger sliding down the cleft of his ass and that's when he abruptly pulls away, back arching and hips pressing down as Jongwoon tentatively rubs a finger against his entrance.

“Wanna be there,” Jongwoon breathes, cheek pressed to Ryeowook's as his finger traces the rim. “Dammit, wanna fuck you, Ryeowook.”

Jongwoon’s head is spinning and he can barely keep hold of reason, words free flowing from his mouth as all he can focus on is Ryeowook, hot and wrapped up in his arms, needy noises escaping his mouth as he grinds back on Jongwoon’s finger teasing his entrance and presses himself flush against Jongwoon’s chest as their rough kiss continues, cock pressing hard against Jongwoon’s stomach through his thin pants.

“Then do it,” Ryeowook pants, lips cherry red and kiss swollen, into Jongwoon’s mouth. “Fuck me. I need this, Jongwoon, I need you.”

Jongwoon thinks that his name is like honey on Ryeowook’s lips, voice low and breathy with need, and he thinks of how much more he wants to hear it, screamed and moaned and whispered as he pounds into Ryeowook, and the vision sends his mind reeling, any blood in his head sent rushing to his cock, and he shivers at the whimper Ryeowook gives when he unconsciously rolls his hips up, grinding into Ryeowook’s ass.

“I want to fuck you so badly, Ryeowook,” Jongwoon’s voice is a growl as he slips a finger into Ryeowook’s entrance, oblivious to their surroundings and swallowing up the other man’s moans with glee, mumbling between sloppy, open mouthed kisses. “The only one to fuck you, and I’ll be so good you won’t even think about another man. I don’t care if it’s right here, I just wanna be inside you.”

Ryeowook lets out a gasp as the finger inside of him rubs relentlessly against the sensitive tissue, clenching involuntarily when it's pushed farther in, the intrusion only slightly painful as he grinds his hips down, craving more of Jongwoon in him, even if it's only fingers that he can have for now.

“Then get in me,” he chokes out between the pants, Jongwoon sucking on his lower lip, spit dribbling out of the corner of his mouth again but he pays it no mind as Jongwoon rolls his hips farther up. He feels the tip of his cock pressing lightly through the fabric of their pants mere millimeters from where Ryeowook's swallowing Jongwoon's finger and his breath gets more erratic, eyes fluttering shut as another finger slips in. “Fuck me Jongwoon, fuck me now, in front of those people, spread my legs and get your cock in me, fuck me until I clench hard around you, hot and tight and so good.” He curses under his breath as fingers curl inside him, fingertips barely brushing that sensitive bundle of nerves where he needs to be touched most, teasing him, and he sinks his teeth in Jongwoon's bottom lip in retaliation, earning himself a loud hiss as Jongwoon tastes blood on his tongue. He kisses Ryeowook harder, reaching down with his free hand to palm Ryeowook's cock through his pants.

“Jongwoon,” Ryeowook only manages before he has the other man's hand in his unzipped pants, fingers instantly curling around the hardness there and he has to bite down on his lip to hold back the moans forming in his throat “It's been weeks, weeks since I first imagined you in me, pounding until I scream, Jongwoon, I need you now.”

“Fuck,” Jongwoon breathes, watching Ryeowook’s lips part in a silent moan as fingers press harder inside of him, grinding back against Jongwoon’s hand and letting out a small gasp as Jongwoon’s thumb brushes over his slit, precome already leaking out of his cock. “Fuck, Ryeowook, you have no idea how much I want you right now.”

Ryeowook can’t find the air to answer as he crushes his lips back together with Jongwoon’s, tasting the other man’s blood in his mouth and swiping his tongue over the bite marks in Jongwoon’s lip to soothe them, even as his hips buck into the hand wrapped around his cock and a low groan slips out.

Jongwoon thinks he may explode as Ryeowook continues to rock against him, ass tantalizingly close to his cock and warm heat around his fingers, cock hard in his hand as he roughly strokes it, and Ryeowook’s whines becoming needier as he draws close to his climax.

“Please, Jongwoon, I need --” Ryeowook’s words are shaky as he buries his face into Jongwoon’s neck, breath coming out in pants and curling his fingers in the other man’s arms, feeling the tight coil of pleasure in his stomach about to snap, white edging in on the corners of his mind and finding himself unable to concentrate on anything but Jongwoon’s hands on him.

Jongwoon feels Ryeowook clench around his fingers and curls them again, feeling hot breath against his neck as Ryeowook tries to control his moans, lips barely kissing Jongwoon’s skin as his orgasm begins to close in, riding the fingers inside him.

“Right there, Jongwoon, please --”

“Jesus Christ you two, get a fucking room!”

A harsh voice barely reaches Jongwoon's ears but he figures he can't be bothered with exterior reality, anything that doesn't involve the tight heat of Ryeowook's ass, his warm tickling breath, his needy moans, his moist lips, and so he doesn't let himself get distracted by some random queers screaming hate at them, probably out of jealousy. He's quite positive that he sees them pass by anyway and he allows himself focus entirely on Ryeowook's hips rolling relentlessly as he alternates between pushing himself down on Jongwoon's fingers and up in his hand, face pressed into the crook of his neck, lips brushing his skin as he parts them to moan with abandon.

“Don't stop,” Ryeowook nearly shrieks in despair as Jongwoon withdraws his fingers almost entirely, nail scraping against the rim, tracing a slow circle there, and he relishes the gasp it brings before slamming the fingers back in, hard enough to hit Ryeowook's spot.

Ryeowook's nails dig into Jongwoon's upper arms as his back arches, cock swelling in the latter's hand, precome staining Jongwoon's skin and pants as he works his hips up and down, bangs plastered to his forehead and sweat trickling down the side of his face. Jongwoon thinks he's never seen anything quite as arousing, Ryeowook in his lap hot and tiny and bothered, and he cranes his neck to catch Ryeowook's ear with his teeth, slightly worrying the lobe as he mutters, “I won't ever stop Ryeowook. I'm gonna make you come over and over until you can't think of anything but my cock inside you, hard and painful and so good, Ryeowook, so fucking good.”

He wriggles his fingers one last time, dragging a thumb over Ryeowook's slit and that's when the latter comes undone, a huge patch of white suddenly replacing his vision as Jongwoon feels warm liquid spill over his hand. He fights the urge to bring it to his lips to lick it clean, feeling Ryeowook's cock soften in his hold as he rides his orgasm out, hot breath hitting his neck as it comes out in heavy pants and he briefly thinks he wouldn't mind staying like this forever, that small, warm frame in his arms, writhing and shaking and so utterly debauched being the greatest turn on he's experienced in months.

“It's fucking disgusting man, just take it somewhere else okay.”

“Shut up Sungmin, I’m busy right now.” Jongwoon growls, feeling Ryeowook’s breathing against his neck, still heavy and deep, body molded into his and limp and sated from pleasure.

Ryeowook lifts his head from Jongwoon’s shoulder to direct a glare at the couple hovering over them, still feeling the warm heat in his stomach and weakly letting himself slump against Jongwoon. He sees recognition light in one of the men’s (Sungmin? He thinks it must be, as the other man is much too busy planting kisses down that man’s neck to have spoken before) eyes, and thinks that they must be Jongwoon’s friends.

Somehow it does not sit well with him, especially when Sungmin’s mouth opens again.

“Jongwoon? That’s really you? Well I’ll be damned, I never expected to see you of all people fucking a whore in a bar,” Sungmin’s tone is surprised and there’s a brief whisper of Henli, stop it before Ryeowook can properly express his righteous indignation at being called a whore.

“I am not a whore!” Ryeowook lifts his head a bit higher to send a death glare Sungmin’s way, and sees the man’s eyebrows rise to his hairline and his eyes go wide as saucers.

“Wait...aren’t you that vegetable or whatever that’s staying with Jongwoon? But he bitches about you every day! Jongwoon, just how drunk are you?”

“Drunk enough to tell you to fuck off and not to give a shit about your offended feelings,” Jongwoon growls deep in his throat, teeth exposed and nose crinkled as he casts Sungmin a death glare that could be a match for Ryeowook's. Sungmin shakes his head with the utmost disapproval and winces as he sees Ryeowook's lips begin to work against Jongwoon's neck. He thinks he hears a high-pitched whine and it's not long before he can make out actual words, something along the lines of “Want your cock in me, want you to fuck me, Jongwoon, please,” and he can't help rolling his eyes.

“I guess maybe we weren't suppose to intervene-”

“Interrupt is probably what you meant,” Jongwoon corrects him, looking up and there's a challenge in his eyes, something Sungmin hasn't ever seen there. “Now go take your little Bieber somewhere where you can't get in our way.”

“Who's a little Bieber, huh? It's Henry-sShi for you, moron,” Henry scowls at him with a snort but tugs at Sungmin's sleeve nonetheless. “Come on, let's leave him alone, he's been deprived for too long.”

“Well obviously, otherwise he wouldn't stick his fingers into the turnip's ass in public.” Sungmin makes an unimpressed face, corners of his lips sinking as he lets out a loud sigh. “Whatever, I'm not your nanny Jongwoon, do as you please but don't you dare come to me again and rant about 'that ugly good-for-nothing incubus vegetable that's a real pain in the ass' anymore!”

That said, Sungmin lets himself be pulled outside by Henry and it's when the door clicks shut behind them that Ryeowook pulls away from Jongwoon, eyes burning with something akin to fury and Jongwoon feels himself sinking into the plush sofa under the other's glare.

“You called me ugly?!”

“I did,” Jongwoon feels Ryeowook’s angry eyes on him, and brings the hand covered with Ryeowook’s release up to his mouth, flicking his tongue out and indulging in his desire to lick it clean. “But that was before I had you in my lap, hot and bothered and moaning like a slut for my cock.”

Ryeowook watches with fascination as Jongwoon’s tongue makes languid strokes across his hand, eyes dark and locked with his own, and he feels the fires in his eyes quickly travel down to his stomach, hips once again becoming restless on Jongwoon’s lap as Jongwoon finishes cleaning his hand, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him in for a sloppy kiss.

Ryeowook tastes himself on Jongwoon’s tongue and he moans, growing hard again as he rocks into the other man’s hips, gasping as they suddenly roll up against his own, feeling Jongwoon’s cock press painfully hard against his thigh, grinding causing delicious friction.

And then he’s begging again into Jongwoon’s mouth, mindless pleas that he can’t stop as they travel up his throat and he’s reminded of how much he wants Jongwoon, even if he won’t remember it in the morning, he just needs him, now.

Jongwoon breaks their kiss with teeth tugging at Ryeowook’s bottom lip, grinning at the whine it brings and holding his hands on Ryeowook’s hips to settle them, still trying to desperately move against his own.

“Well, Ryeowook?” His voice is low and husky to his own ears, and he feels the shiver that runs up Ryeowook’s spine. “Interested in taking my dear friends’ advice and taking this somewhere more appropriate so that I can fuck you into the mattress? “

“I'd prefer it against a vertical surface first, if you don't mind,” It's mumbled into Jongwoon's mouth as Ryeowook leans in, catching the other's lips in a wet kiss, hips restless as he pushes them down in Jongwoon's lap, rubbing himself against Jongwoon's cock, greedy for any kind of friction. “Want you to manhandle me, want you to get your cock in me with one hard thrust, my legs shaking as I try to keep my calves locked on the small of your back. Bet you'd feel amazing, huge and hard inside me, stretching me to the point of pain and I'd moan your name, moan for more because I can never have enough of you, Jongwoon, never.”

Ryeowook would probably go on but he's forced to break off when he feels Jongwoon's hand dangerously close to the front of his pants again, and it's only then that he realizes that the other man is panting, breath hot and heavy against his collarbone.

“Stop it,” Jongwoon growls between pants, fingers of one hand tightening warningly on Ryeowook's hip as he brings his free hand to his own crotch and starts fumbling with the zipper. “If you keep it up, I won't hold back Ryeowook, I'll fuck you into this very couch and I swear I won't mind people staring at you taking it from me like a slut, legs parted and hips bucking into mine to get more of my cock inside you. Bet you'd love it like that, wouldn't you, Ryeowook, lying all hot and bothered in front of their eyes, spread open as I fuck into you and moaning for all the world to hear.”

“No,” Ryeowook only manages, voice shaky as he grabs Jongwoon's hand and pulls it away from the latter's own hardness. “Not here. Want you to fuck me in your place so that it smells of sex for days and reminds you how much you loved pounding into me.”

Jongwoon barely gets out a growl before yanking Ryeowook to his feet, making a beeline for the exit, uncaring that Ryeowook’s pants are nearly halfway down his ass and he looks utterly debauched for the entire bar to see, only reacting when he feels the hungry eyes on the other man, wrapping an arm tight around Ryeowook’s waist as they make their way out of the bar, Ryeowook moaning and pleading the entire way.

“Jongwoon, hurry, I need you inside me, now,” Ryeowook mewls as he’s dragged down the street, his cock straining against the rough fabric of his pants and rubbing uncomfortably, sending little electric shocks up his spine as Jongwoon’s hand around his waist rubs hard circles on his hip. “How far away is your house? Take me in an alley, I don’t care, I want you so much right now, so fucking hard and hot and fast, please.”

“Stop it, Ryeowook what did I say about talking like that,” Jongwoon’s voice is raspy and thick with lust, already seeing visions of Ryeowook stretched out on his bed, panting and moaning and begging for him, swallowing up his cock the same way he did for his fingers, tight and hot and clenching around him. “Stop talking like a cheap whore for ten seconds before I lose it and fuck you here on the sidewalk, and I’ll do it too.”

Ryeowook swallows hard at how husky Jongwoon’s voice is and wills his brain to mouth filter to begin working again, even if he wouldn’t half mind Jongwoon fucking him here, as far gone as he is. He settles for wordless keening as Jongwoon fumbles for his keys, reaching down with a hand to palm himself through his sticky pants, if only to alleviate some of the pressure.

He leans against the wall, breath ragged and unsteady as Jongwoon turns the key in the lock and reaches for him, hand wrapping tightly around his wrist as he pulls him into the apartment. In the next second, Ryeowook finds himself in an unlit hallway, the familiarity of the place suddenly  making him realize what is it that they're actually going to do, and he feels his heartbeat quicken as Jongwoon locks the door from the inside. It's not like he hasn't ever thought about it, Jongwoon's lips and hands all over him, their breath mingling as Jongwoon pounds into him, huge and hard and nearly tearing him in half. In fact, Ryeowook has imagined it hundreds and hundreds of times, he saw it in his head so clearly, Jongwoon pinning his wrists to the wall as he fucks him, hold tight and bruising and painful but only adding to the blissful sensation that spreads  across his body, leaving him trembling and breathless and dying for more. Still, Ryeowook muses, to imagine Jongwoon fucking him is one thing, and to have him really do that is another. This is why a peculiar feeling develops in his gut, something between excitement and fear, anticipation and uncertainty, desire and common sense induced doubts as Jongwoon entraps him in the circle of arms from behind.

“Why so tense all of a sudden?” he chuckles when he feels Ryeowook shake slightly in his hold, lips barely brushing his ear as he speaks and his warm breath sends a countless number of shivers up and down Ryeowook's spine. “Changed your mind? Not interested in spreading your legs for me so that I can get my cock in you and fuck you into oblivion anymore? Be a good boy for me now, Ryeowook, I'll do you so good you won't ever think about anything but me, my cock, my fingers, my tongue inside you, stretching you to the point of tears.”

Ryeowook is nearly shaking with want as Jongwoon’s voice runs electric shocks down his body, doubts dissipating as warm lips work against his neck, gasping as he feels Jongwoon suck a mark on the side, teeth lightly worrying skin and making Ryeowook’s hair stand on end. Ryeowook can vaguely see the mark left as Jongwoon pulls away, sure to turn purple, and it gives him a feeling of satisfaction, that he is Jongwoon’s, just as he has said all along.

Jongwoon traces a path up to Ryeowook’s ear with his tongue and blows there, relishing in the small moan it brings and biting down lightly on the shell, grinding into Ryeowook’s ass in time with his bites, smirking at the sounds emerging from the other man’s throat.

Ryeowook’s breath comes in sharp pants as Jongwoon turns him in his arms, eyes dark with lust and sparkling as Ryeowook stares evenly back, even as lips stop nearly centimeters from his own and hot breath ghosts across them as Jongwoon speaks.

“So tell me, Ryeowook,” Jongwoon purrs, tongue flicking out and just barely glancing the edge of Ryeowook’s lips, still red and swollen from their previous kisses and oh so tempting. He can’t resist rolling his hips a little to see Ryeowook’s mouth part in pretty gasps and watch the other man squirm in his hold, breath heavy and aching to close the gap between them. “Are you going to be a good boy?”

Instead of an answer, a breathy moan escapes Ryeowook's parted lips and he feels his knees buckle. He reaches up, curling his fingers around Jongwoon's arms to steady himself, hold tight and painful as he digs his nails into the other's flesh, and he relishes the hiss it drags from him, eyes fluttering shut as Jongwoon grinds into his hips in response.

“You want it, Ryeowook, don't you,” Jongwoon whispers, dragging a thumb across Ryeowook's bottom lip, watching as the other man sticks out his tongue just so, tracing the path of Jongwoon's finger on his lip. “You're practically aching for it, aching for my cock to fill you to the point when you can't think about anything but me fucking you. You're dying to get laid by me, aren't you now, Ryeowook.”

“What's the point of you asking if you know it already.” Ryeowook's voice bears a tinge of irritation and Jongwoon smirks, one of his hands traveling down Ryeowook's body to settle comfortably on the front of his pants. A groan reverberates in the hallway when Jongwoon adds some pressure there and makes him bite down on his lip, eyes misting over with sheer want as he watches the other man squirm from his touch, trying to wrap his fingers around Ryeowook's cock through the fabric of his jeans. “Be a good boy now Ryeowook, show me how you're desperate for my cock. Want you to come up to the wall and turn around, bend down and push your ass up in the air, parting your legs as far as you can. Want you to spread yourself for me, hands on your ass cheeks so that I can see how inviting you look. God you have no idea how I want to see you like this.”

Ryeowook's eyes snap open as those words escape Jongwoon's mouth and he flushes bright red in no time. “You've got to be kidding Jongwoon, I can't --”

“Yes you can,” Jongwoon's voice is rough and husky and Ryeowook can feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over his ear before Jongwoon's tongue flicks across the shell. “You can and you will, and you'll love the things I'll do to you afterwards, love the way my cock will feel when I'm slamming into you from this position.”

Ryeowook moans, and he can see it. Himself, cheek shoved against the wall as he spreads himself for Jongwoon, as Jongwoon slams into him, fingers digging into his hips hard enough to bruise as he’s pounded into, pace relentless until he comes all over his thighs and Jongwoon comes inside him, filling him up until it drips out of him, feeling Jongwoon’s heaving chest pressed flush against his back until they’re both barely standing on their own, pleasure too much to take.

“Well, Ryeowook? I’m waiting,” Jongwoon’s voice is a bare murmur as he pulls away from Ryeowook’s ear, teeth pulling at the lobe and relishing in the whine it brings, watching as Ryeowook’s hazed eyes clear slightly and he scrambles to maneuver his way out of his pants, boxers sliding down his hips. Jongwoon’s eyes are hungry as Ryeowook bites his lip, some of his former confidence returning to his eyes and he disentangles himself from Jongwoon’s arms and moves to be flush with the wall, smirk inviting and hands ghosting over his ass.

“Well Jongwoon?” Ryeowook’s tone is breathy and mocking, bending over and looking back as he stretches himself out, eyes dark and trained on Jongwoon’s. He can barely see straight he’s so aroused, and the images Jongwoon keeps on giving only makes the haze clouding his mind thicker, wanting nothing more than Jongwoon to finally be inside him. “I’m waiting.”

(TURNIP 3/5)