More Than That
Title: More Than That (Just One Night sequel)
Pairing: Yongguk/Daehyun
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sexual content, language, yaoi (boyxboy)
Summary: Daehyun always checks his pants pockets before he puts them in the washer. Usually he only finds a pen or a receipt or maybe some extra change. This time, though, he finds the item that Yongguk had slipped into his jeans that night that seemed so long ago. He's surprised to find that it wasn't money, but a phone number.
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It’s laundry day, I thought in mock joy. An exasperated sigh escaped my parted lips as I slowly got up from my bed. Laundry day. My least favorite day of the week. It meant I had to get off of my ass, go through my apartment and find every dirty item of clothing, and put it in the basket that I would then take to the laundry room. Oh, and I couldn’t forget my favorite part of doing it. I had to go through every pair of pants I owned and make sure there wasn’t anything in them. Most of the time, I forgot to do the last part.
Running a hand through my already messy, and newly dyed light-brown hair-- it looked like a puke-ish green in the right lighting. I didn’t like it when it turned that color-- I slid on a shirt and a pair of sweats from the closet near my bed, and quickly gathered all of the dirty clothes on the floor in my room. It took me a few more minutes to retrieve any other clothing items I, or my best friend Youngjae, had left around the house. Youngjae tended to stay the night a lot, so whenever he left his clothes I would add them to the wash because I’m a slave good friend.
Sighing heavily, I carried the basket to the laundry room, practically throwing it down when I got there. I had the right to be angry. This stupid laundry was taking the time away from my day. The time I could be using to do something productive like watch the television (Shut up watching TV and finding out things about.. Stuff is productive, okay?). A frown made it’s way onto my lips as I began to throw all of the shirts I had collected into the washer, then the socks, then the underwear. I always saved pants and shorts for last, just in case they had change in the pockets. I’m always glad to have a few extra cents. Even if I didn’t necessarily need it.
“Change. Pen. Change. Receipt I don’t need. Pen. Change.” I announced to myself every item I found in the pockets of each pair of jeans, tossing whatever I found onto the dryer and throwing the clothing into the washer.
The pants from a few nights were suddenly in my grasp, and I could feel my cheeks heating up when I thought about how much my ass had hurt the morning after. Trying to gulp down the non-existent saliva in my strangely dry mouth, I reached my hand into each one of the pockets, finding nothing until I got to the back-right pouch.
Something hard, yet soft touched my finger and I immediately pulled it out of the jeans, wondering what it was. I tossed the pants into the washer and stared at the white, folded slip in my hands. So maybe I was wrong about Yongguk leaving money in my jeans. But what else could he have left? I couldn’t think of anything so instead of trying to guess, I unfolded the paper with a slight frown on my face.
My eyes widened when I saw a number on the slip. Or, well, more specifically, a phone number. It probably would’ve been weird for him to have put a normal number on the paper. Like, forty-two or something. Yeah, I would’ve been more confused then. Keeping the slip of paper in a vice-grip, I hurriedly tossed the rest of the clothes in the washer without bothering to check the pockets and pressed the start button. Wondering whether or not I should call the man, I walked out into the living room and plopped down on the couch.
“Well..” I mumbled out loud. “There was a reason he put his number in my jeans, right? So it must mean he wants me to call him… Right?”
Obviously, I thought to myself as an answer.
So, with that thought as the only thread of hope I could cling to like my life depended on it, I got up from the couch and grabbed my cell phone from the kitchen counter. A panicked noise escaped my throat when I couldn’t find the number. My heart rate stuttered and my eyes widened even further.
“Shit, shit, shit. Fucking- oh.” Turns out I was holding the note in my sweaty palm the entire time.
Chuckling nervously, I set the small piece of paper on the counter in front of me, and the cell phone right next to it. I can do this, I thought, ignoring the way my stomach felt like fireworks were going off in it. Slowly, I dialed the first three digits, feeling my breath hitch with each loud beep of the buttons. I can do this, I repeated in my head, pressing in the last four digits as fast as I could and breathing a sigh of relief as the terror was over.
Well, almost over, at least. For I had to gain the courage to press the call button. Another problem in itself. Puffing my cheeks, I shut my eyes tightly and pressed the green button as quickly as I had with the digits. Holy crap. Who would’ve ever thought that pressing buttons on your phone could be so scary?
Brrrriiinnngg.
The annoying ring of the phone snapped me out of my daze and I looked down at the device, feeling my heart rate quicken once again because holy shit. I was calling Yongguk. Yongguk who’d fucked me into a counter in a bathroom at a club, Yongguk who had bleach blond hair and that amazing stupid smirk, and Yongguk who was probably the best-looking man I’d ever laid eyes on.
Three rings was all it took for someone to answer. My eyes widened a bit when his deep voice sounded through the speaker.
“Hello?”
Yongguk’s groggy voice surprised me. I hadn’t expected the phone to be picked up, much less hear his voice through the hand-held device. He sounded tired; like he’d just woken up. Which was odd because it was noon and I found myself wondering if he work a night shift somewhere. I forced myself to snap out of my thoughts once more because I realized he was waiting on the other line for a reply.
“…” My heart was beating too fast for me to give a response and I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. What a great way to greet him when I was actually in the right mindset and hadn’t had a single drink. Jung Daehyun, I thought to myself sternly, you say something right now if you don’t want to be humiliated by the most gorgeous man you’ve ever met.
“Ah.. Yongguk? It’s me.”
Stupid, stupid. My mind chanted. How the fuck would he know who me is?!
“Lips?”
The smirk in his voice was evident, despite how tired it sounded. Blushing a furious red, I shook my head wildly, forgetting he couldn’t see it.
“My name is Daehyun.” I mumbled, biting my lip and listening to him chuckle through the phone.
“Well, Lips.” He promptly ignored the fact that I’d just told him my name. I could feel my eyebrow twitch in annoyance. “Is there a reason you called me? I have a shift tonight, you know. Can’t be sleeping on the job.”
Clicking my tongue, I looked around the kitchen. So he did work a night job, then. Interesting. “I just found the number you left in my pocket, and uh.. I was wondering if you wanted to maybe go out for coffee or something.”
A deep hum sounded through the receiver, making a tingle run down my spine. “Ignoring the fact that I have to work tonight, coffee sounds pretty good. So I guess I can do coffee. Can we meet in twenty or so minutes?”
Smiling widely, I gave Yongguk an affirmative, the address to my favorite café in the city and we quickly hung up. In about five minutes, I had on a plain black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. My hair was still messy from waking up, but it looked good so I could care less. Slipping my wallet into my pocket and my boots on, I stepped out of my apartment, locking the door behind me.
The café was only a ten minute walk from my house, so I didn’t even bother with a taxi. It was warm out, but not so much that I’d be sweaty when I made it to the café. All in all, it was perfect walking weather and it only made my mood ten times better.
Walking to the café felt like it went by faster than usual, but I knew it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I looked up when I stepped into the coffee-scented building and could’ve sworn I felt my heart stop because there was Yongguk in all of his glory, standing in line at the café with glasses that didn’t look like they were real but I could care less because oh my god he was gorgeous. He looked over when the bells on the door jingled and gave me a wide grin, along with the cutest wave in the world.
I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my own face as I waved back. “Hi,” I mumbled shyly, taking a few steps forward so I was standing right in front of him and he was looking down at me with that grin still on his face.
Raking my eyes over his features, I noticed his hair was a different color. Violet, with a darker spot in the front. Pursing my lips, I stared at the locks for a moment before laughing quietly. That was an odd color to dye your hair.
“What? You don’t like it?” Yongguk’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He was playing with his bangs, staring up as if it would help him see his hair further.
A grin grew on my face and I shook my head. “It‘s nice.” I merely said, pushing him forward gently in the line so we could order.
We both got regular coffees-- Yongguk insisted he paid for them. I made no argument to change his mind-- and made our way over to a table by the window. After a few minutes of us sipping our coffee, I looked down at the table. It was really awkward trying to think of conversation starters when the man I had tipsy sex with some nights before was sitting across from me, drinking his coffee.
“I like your hair.” He abruptly said.
My head jerked up at his voice and I stared at him for a bit, surprised. I decided that was probably weird and changed my expression to a smile. “Thank you,” I mumbled, feeling a warmth spread on my cheeks.
“No problem.” His voice had somehow changed. It sounded rougher than usual, maybe strained.
I watched as he took a sip of coffee, eyes zeroing in on the small dab of the liquid on his lips. Oh, how I wanted to lick it off of his lips hand him a napkin to wipe it off. Before I could do so, his tongue darted out and slowly ran across his lower lip and I was sure he was purposely trying to tease me because when I looked at his eyes they were watching me and somehow had a taunting glint in them and suddenly my pants felt the slightest bit tighter.
“I need to use the restroom. Care to join me?” I’m not sure why I added that last part but he seemed to understand. He stood as quickly as I had and made his way to the bathroom, with me following right behind.
One of the workers behind the counter shouted something that sounded like, ‘That bathroom is made for one person’. I merely gave a thumbs up before Yongguk had grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me into the small room, locking the door behind us.
She was right. It was only made for one person but that simply made everything better because there was a sink, a hand dryer, a soap dispenser, a mirror, a toilet, and a metal bar that was bolted into the wall opposite of the toilet. Apparently Yongguk had noticed the bar too because he placed his hands on my hips and pushed me back until I hit the metal roughly. I couldn’t help but wince and let out a slight hiss because obviously being slammed into cold metal doesn’t really feel all that great but he didn't let me think about it for very long as he tilted my head up and pressed our lips together.
I immediately responded, wrapping my arms around his neck tightly, one hand gripping at the back of his jacket. Even when he was sober, the man didn’t like to wait. I figured this out quickly because he’d already forced his tongue into my mouth and I didn’t even try to win the fight for dominance as he’d technically already won. Our teeth clashed together repeatedly during the rough kiss, and I could feel my lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. Using the hand that wasn’t gripping his shirt, I laced it into his hair and jerked his head back roughly, eliciting a hiss from him and a tiny, smug smile to form on my face as I panted for air.
Yongguk reached up and forced my hand that was in his hair out, muttering about how I was going to pay for doing that. I didn’t doubt that for a second; the last time we had sex I halfway remembered him almost ripping me to pieces. The older man didn’t let me go back to a regular breathing pattern, as he’d already forced our lips together once more and his hands were moving to the zipper of his jacket, sliding it down and slipping the item off. He tossed it to the ground without once breaking the kiss and I remember thinking about how he tasted like coffee and peppermint and despite how gross that sounded, it tasted like heaven and I was left wanting more as he moved his lips to my neck.
Soft moans escaped my mouth as he sucked on the skin just below my ear lobe. Unconsciously, I tilted my head to the side slightly, to give him more room to taint the expanse of my skin with his kisses and bites.
The sound of fabric ripping filled the room, and cold air nipped at my torso, making goosebumps rise on my flesh. It was then that I realized it was my shirt that had been ripped and an incredulous noise escaped my throat. Yongguk pulled away from my neck enough to give me a wolfish grin before he moved to my chest and began ravishing it with kisses. More soft moans made their way out of my throat as I watched the other’s full lips move down my chest and abdomen slowly.
He pulled away once more and I almost whined at the loss of his pillow-like lips and skilled tongue against my skin. Looking up at me with a slight smirk, he made a quiet tut sound with his mouth and patted my clothed member, only succeeding in making me gasp and hold in the moan that tried to come out after.
I opened my mouth to tell the elder to stop with his teasing, as it was slowly driving me insane. “Yongguk I honestly might punch you in the face if you keep-”
Before I could say anything more, Yongguk was on his knees and my pants were down and there was suddenly a warm, wet heat surround my member. I let out a loud moan because I hadn’t expected that and oh god his mouth was too amazing for his own good.
“Yongguk!” I rasped, using one hand to grip the metal bar that was touching my back and looked down at the purple-haired man.
My free hand unconsciously laced into the elder’s hair as he bobbed his head in response to my moans. The pleasure that came with his all-too-skilled mouth was blinding. I’m almost positive that the people outside of the bathroom could hear me and it was only then I realized we were in a quiet public building. This fact was both embarrassing and amusing to think about.
He suddenly starting humming and swirling his tongue around the head of my member which only doubled my pleasure and made me completely forget about who might’ve heard my moans. If he didn’t stop soon I would finish early and that would’ve been just as embarrassing as someone hearing my moans.
“S-shit. Yongguk. Oh my god.” I panted, tilting my head back against the wall as I tried to gulp down the saliva in my mouth, adam’s apple bobbing up and down as I did so.
It was like he knew I was close-- and he probably did-- because he pulled away from my cock, a slick ‘pop’ sounding throughout the room. My chest moved up and down quickly with my pants. I watched Yongguk as he stood up and grabbed my hips once again, smirking at me with his eyes raking over my face. I’m sure I looked a hot mess right now. Panting, with my eyes half-lidded and my cheeks flushed. Yeah, probably not the most attractive thing in the world.
“You look cute, Lips.” The asshole practically sang to me, his smirk widening when I glared at him.
For some reason, I seemed to feel more bold in this situation and snapped at the elder. “Shut up and fuck me before the café closes.”
Yongguk chuckled softly and pulled off his shirt, then slid his hands to my thighs, holding them up and pushing me further into the wall. I gripped the metal bar so hard I thought my knuckles were turning white as I watched him hitch my legs up to my chest and hold them their with his torso. My head tilted back once more when I heard his pants rustle, telling me he’d unfastened them and slid them down.
“If that’s what you really want.” He muttered, and I could feel something blunt prodding at my entrance.
This asshole, I thought angrily. He’s really not going to prep me.
Before I could protest, or yell at him, he’d already thrust into me in one go, and a scream tore its way out of my throat, along with a select few curses aimed at the grape head. “Fucking asshole.” I muttered hoarsely. He simply gave me another smirk and began thrusting into me slowly. God, how I hated that smirk. That stupid, perfect, attractive smirk. It only meant bad things were to come to me, or whoever was on the receiving end.
Pricks of pain and pleasure shot up my spine, making me hiss and gnaw at my lower lip. Fucking asshole, fucking asshole, fucking asshole, I repeated in my mind, slamming my head against the wall behind me once. Though, that only succeeded in making me whimper at the stinging pain in my skull.
After a few more thrusts and a kiss to my neck, the pain faded, being overshadowed by the pleasure and making me shut my eyes tightly. Unknowingly, my hips began rolling with his, forcing his cock deeper into me. Sweat formed on my body despite the slow pace at which his hips were moving. I almost begged him to move faster, but I was too stubborn for that. Too stubborn to beg, even though I was already being fucked in the ass and there wasn’t much that could make me more submissive than I already was.
These thoughts quickly left my head when Yongguk’s member brushed against my prostate, eliciting a whine from my lips. He was purposely avoiding the one spot that would make me feel like I was on cloud nine and I did not enjoy this one bit.
“Move. Faster, harder, something.” I ordered in a growl, bucking my hips into his.
A hand was in my hair suddenly, and my legs were forced around his waist. He tilted my head down and whispered harshly into my ear. “Beg.”
I saw that coming, I really did. Swallowing whatever pride I had left, I opened my mouth and rasped. “Please. Please move faster.”
That was all it took for Yongguk to begin moving his hips faster, pounding me into the wall. I tossed my head back once more and moaned wantonly, panting for air as it seemed to leave me with every thrust he made. My hands were all over the place, one moving from my hair, to the metal bar, to the wall above my head. I really didn’t know what to do with them-- I just needed something to grab onto. Luckily for me, the man was holding me up so I didn’t fall whenever they moved. Eventually I just decided to hold onto the metal bar with both of them and buck my hips to meet Yongguk’s thrusts.
Apparently Yongguk had decided that the pleasure I was feeling already wasn’t enough-- I’m not complaining-- and angled his hips in just the right way so that he hit the spot inside of me that made my vision go white-hot and a high-pitched moan to rip from my lips. My muscles tensed and my arms shook with the effort of holding half of my weight up while I was feeling so amazing. When I felt like they were about to collapse, I quickly pushed off of the bar and wrapped my arms around Yongguk, pressing our bodies even closer.
I pushed my face into the man’s neck, my eyes squeezed shut and heavy pants and gasps and moans making their way out of my throat. Distantly, as if I was in another world of pleasure, I could hear Yongguk groan and I nibbled on his neck lightly, silently begging him to move faster. He did just that, hips snapping into me at almost inhuman speeds.
What felt like too soon, I could feel heat bubbling up in my lower abdomen, signaling how close I was. My hand moved between our bodies and I began stroking myself in time with Yongguk’s thrusts, moaning the man’s name occasionally.
As I was about to release, the thrusts stopped completely, and Yongguk’s hand wrapped around my member tightly. I whined loudly, feeling myself almost tear up at the denied release. A harsh voice broke through my reverie, though, telling me what was needed if I wanted to come and giving me a sense of deja vu. “Beg.”
Nearly sobbing, I opened my eyes and pulled away from the man’s neck enough to stare into his brown orbs. “Please, please, please, please Yongguk. Please.”
He smirked and let go of my member, starting up his thrusts again. I let out a relieved sound and pumped my member a few more times before pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave and thick, white ropes of cum shot out of my member, landing on my torso and his. Moaning loudly, I pushed my face back into the man’s neck and bit the skin lightly, chest heaving as I gasped for much needed air. The elder groaned at the tightening of muscles around his member and thrust a few more times before he, too, came hard and with a loud groan. I moaned once more at the feeling, shuddering before relaxing completely and lazily smiling against his flesh.
“You’re a dick.” I mumbled softly, enjoying the rumble of his chest against mine as he chuckled in a breathy way.
Setting me back down on the ground, he picked up my ripped shirt from the ground and wiped my chest and abdomen with it. “I know.” He said simply, turning me around and cleaning up my backside as well.
We quickly got dressed once he was done, me yawning occasionally because damn I was tired. A pout formed on my lips when I realized I had nothing to wear on my naked torso and he chuckled quietly, handing me his jacket and standing in front of me when I slipped it on. Giving me a quick peck on the lips, Yongguk zipped up the jacket and tossed my ripped shirt into a waste basket under the sink.
I smiled gratefully and fixed my appearance the best I could in the small mirror, then allowed the man to lead me out of the small bathroom. My cheeks heated up when I saw people openly staring at us, and some averting their gaze. It seemed as though the café had become more crowded than when we first got there. This was definitely embarrassing, and much less amusing than I thought it would be.
Yongguk scoffed and calmly wrapped his arm around my shoulder, making the blush on my face darken as we ignored the coffees on the table we’d previously been sitting at and walked out of the building. “That was embarrassing. Let’s not do that again.” I mumbled shyly.
“There’s a chance there will be an ‘again’?” Yongguk smiled widely at the insinuation, and I ducked my head down, mumbling an affirmative.
I quite liked being around him, so of course there would’ve been another time we’d hang out. But no more having sex in public places. No matter how much I enjoyed it. The blush that had lightened up a bit came back because I realized I’d kind of admitted-- in my head-- that we’d have sex again. The elder made a ‘whoop’ sound and threw his fist into the air, grinning widely. I couldn’t help but laugh at his dorky demeanor.
He’d offered to walk me home, and I’d politely accepted because I didn’t want to be away from him just yet. Our walk to my house seemed quicker than it should’ve been-- even quicker than my walk to the café seemed. It was probably because he‘d gotten me laughing so much that I didn‘t even remember walking-- and I pouted as I realized he’d be leaving when I was inside the building.
We stopped in front of the door to my apartment and he smiled down at me, rubbing his neck awkwardly. “You should call me again some time.” He said teasingly.
I laughed and stepped backwards, reaching a hand out and grabbing the door knob behind my body. “And you should stay for coffee.” Grinning, I held my free hand out as an offer for him to come inside with me. I knew we'd just had coffee but I couldn't think of any other excuse to make him stay.
Yongguk quickly complied, grabbing my hand with a wide smile that made my heart melt. I turned around and unlocked the door, pushing it open and pulling the man inside. Slipping off my shoes, I pushed the door closed and turned around, only to be pushed right back into it and lips to be on mine.
"Wait," I panted, pulling away from the kiss to stare into the elder's brown orbs. "What about your job?"
He chuckled and pecked my nose playfully. "I'm a DJ, meaning I get up late to go to work. I can sleep here, right? Right, okay." And even though I hadn't given an affirmative, he seemed to have decided that he was going to sleep at my place and captured my lips right back into a kiss.
I grinned into the kiss and returned it, sliding my hands into the purple locks I loved so much.
So maybe we weren’t going to have coffee.
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Author's Note: Okay so. Yeah. Much better than Just One Night, imo. Not that good but still better, right? Ha. Okay well I don't have much to say other than lame ending is lame and BangDae seem to have a knack for fucking in public.
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Thanks for reading.