The Education of Zico 2/?
Pairing: ZiChan (Zico/Himchan)
Rated: Slight M
Length: 4.7K
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“You ready to give up for the day?” Zico threw his pencil down and shot him a desperate look. “We’ve been at it for two hours. I need to move around and breathe a little.”
Himchan nodded, marking where they ended and gathering up the books and papers on the table. He had to move a pile of paint brushes out of his way. “What are all the art supplies around the house for? Does your mother paint?”
“Ah no.” Zico’s ears reddened in embarrassment. “Actually they’re mine.”
“You paint?” Himchan seemed surprised, then felt guilty for assuming the younger boy wouldn’t be good at anything.
Zico nodded. “My mom wanted to give me a safe hobby when I was younger and I liked to draw so she started buying me art supplies. I’ve won a few contests at school for it.”
“Wow.” Himchan was impressed. He had noticed all of the paintings around the house and thought they were amazing, but had just assumed someone like Zico would never have the talent or patience to do them. He realized that maybe there was a lot about the boy he didn’t know and would like to discover. “They’re really good.”
He looked bashful, his blush spreading to his cheeks. “Thanks.” He mumbled. “Anyways, do you want to go eat and then we’ll go to Block B? My friends usually don’t get there till around nine.” They had spent so long at the amusement park that it was already pushing eight and his stomach was starting to growl.
“Sure.” Himchan didn’t even blink when Zico grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the house behind him, calling out goodbyes to his mother and sister. “What kind of place is this? Bar or dance club?”
“Little of both.” Zico answered. “My friend’s older brother owns the place, but he lets us do pretty much whatever we want. There’s always free alcohol.”
They stopped at a food cart, Himchan readily pulling out the handful of bills Zico had given him earlier for that day’s tutoring. Zico wasn’t sure why he was using his payment for their food since he was willing to pay for his own, but he kept quiet anyway.
They ate at a small table on the sidewalk, Zico’s hand subtly coming down to rest on Himchan’s thigh. This was what friends did together, Himchan assured himself. Skinship was nothing new for him, he saw it every day in school between friends. Normally it was just simple hand holding or maybe a tight hug when separating, but if Zico was more touchy feely than others than he could deal with that. And it made him feel warm. Himchan’s skin was almost bursting where the palm was pressing through the thin athletic shorts.
Zico’s phone kept going off with texts but he ignored them all. When Himchan asked him why he merely smiled. “Well it’s obviously not you, so I don’t care.”
Swallowing, Himchan bit back the smile at the other boy’s greasiness. He knew the exact thing to say to hit him hard like a punch right to the gut. For a split second he wondered if what he was feeling was a crush but he shook the thought off just as quickly as it came. He was 100% straight. The desire to look at another man naked was something that had never even popped into his brain.
But as the other boy’s thin fingers slowly inched their way down the inside of his thigh, he couldn’t help the way his heart raced and his chest tightened.
“Are you going to dance with me?” Zico murmured, his voice and eyes growing soft as they watched the emotions flicker across Himchan’s face.
Himchan nodded, not trusting his voice.
“Good.” Zico’s lips quirked up in a small smile and he reached up to gently palm the other boy’s pale cheeks. “Let’s go.”
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“This place is really loud!” Himchan hollered over the music, clinging on to Zico’s arm for dear life. His mother had never let him out to go to places like this during high school and he was so busy at college with all of his extra-curricular activities that he just didn’t have time for clubbing.
Zico pointed to the corner of the club and started leading him towards it. “It’s quieter over there!”
The booth in the corner was already full of boys (and maybe a few girls on some laps), but they all scooted down and made room for them when Zico walked up.
He introduced all of his friends before wrapping an arm around Himchan’s shoulder and grinning proudly. “And this is Himchan.”
The boy across the table from them, Taeil, Himchan remembered, rolled his eyes. “We all know who he is, Zico. You haven’t shut up about him for two years.” He hissed as Zico’s foot made contact with his shin.
“Two what?” Himchan looked confused.
“He means two weeks.” Zico interjected. “Don’t you hyung?” The glare he shot the other boy promised hell if he didn’t agree.
Taeil smirked. “Yeah, sorry. I meant two weeks.”
Zico’s lips brushed across his ear making him squirm. “Do you want something to drink, hyung?”
He nodded. “I don’t want to get drunk though.”
A bottle of beer was sat before him and he gratefully used it as something to occupy his hands so that he wasn’t tempted to use them to touch the boy beside him. His fingertips had been gently stroking his shoulder, but then he shifted to trailing them across the nape of his neck and underneath the collar of his shirt.
After the third beer and after Zico’s hand had grown braver, dropping down to his waist and softly fingering the bare skin under his shirt, he couldn’t take it anymore. His head fell on Zico’s shoulder and he lout out a low whine.
“You alright?” Zico asked, amusement lacing his voice. “You’ve barely had three drinks, hyung.”
“Not a big drinker.” He mumbled, burying his face against the soft neck.
Zico nudged him out of the booth, holding on to his hips to keep him steady. “Let’s go dance. It will make you more alert.”
The older boy doubted it. Not with the way his body was already waving to the music and his eyes were growing heavy with the desire to shut off everything but the beat and let it overtake him.
He felt Zico’s arms wrapping around his waist and tugging him closer, his hands instinctively knowing to wound around his neck. Himchan wasn’t drunk, just verging on slightly tipsy, but he had never drank around Zico. The other boy’s mere scent was enough to make him intoxicated. He wasn’t sure he liked this. Kim Himchan did not enjoy being confused.
He was straight, he told himself. Straight as a board.
There had been three girls who had found themselves in his bed and he liked to think he showed all of them a good time.
“Himchan?” Zico whispered, his hair tickling Himchan’s lips as he leaned closer. “I’ve had fun with you today.”
A pound of pressure lifted off his chest. There was nothing wrong with this. Zico was just becoming a close friend, that was all.
“Me too.” He smiled, finally closing his eyes and letting his body relax. “I’ve had fun, too.”
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“Zico’s eating with us?” Junhong looked between the two boys in confusion. “But why?”
“Because I asked him.” Himchan said simply, reaching over and grabbing the other boy’s hand. “Is that okay or do I need to ask your permission?”
Junhong’s eyes widened at the image of his brother and his best friend holding hands. He wondered if this was how Himchan felt the first time he came home from class and saw Junhong and Yongguk like that. “Are you two…?” His voice trailed off, not knowing how he should finish the question.
“Friends.” Himchan answered, putting a smile on Zico’s full lips. “Zico and I are friends.”
Even though it was strange and he wasn’t sure what Zico was pushing for, Junhong decided to let it go for the moment. They probably were just messing with him. Any idiot knew that friends didn’t sit at the table and hold hands while eating. Friends didn’t lean over to whisper in each other’s ears, giggling at the soft words murmured. He had naively been assuming the two had been deeply invested in Himchan’s studies every day for the last week, but their dirty clothes implied they had been doing more than studying all day.
“Himchan-ah.” Their mother pulled her eyebrows together and frowned. “I wasn’t aware that you were associated with Junhong’s friends.” Her tone made it clear she did not approve.
The younger boy wasn’t stupid. Zico knew their mother disliked him for the way he dressed, the way he spoke, his background, any possible reason she had to hate him she took it. But he couldn’t help the proud rush through his gut when Himchan refused to let him pull away, jerking his hand back down to his thigh where it had been resting while they ate. For some reason, Zico loved to touch his legs. He was always looking for the slightest excuse to squeeze them.
“Well I am.” He said nonchalantly, letting go of Zico’s hand to reach for another scoop of food. They had spent the afternoon at the park playing soccer for hours and he was starving, his whole body ached, and he needed something warm filling his belly.
“Are you sure you want another plate of food?” She chastised him. “You’ve already had one. You don’t want to get fat again, do you?”
He dropped the spoon with a clang back into the dish, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment. His mother had always tried to keep tight control over his weight after he finally dropped all the baby fat in high school. Subtly reaching under his shirt, he pinched his stomach trying to see if there was any extra skin he could pull up and sighed when relief when he didn’t feel any.
Zico slapped his fingers away as he dropped a chunk of chicken onto his plate. He motioned towards it with his chopsticks. “You’re not fat.” He murmured, scooting his chair a little closer. His hand rested heavily on Himchan’s leg, the slim fingers squeezing it gently. “Eat and then we’ll head out, okay?”
His voice was quiet, but Himchan’s mother had ears like a hawk, her eyes narrowing at his words. “Himchan, I don’t think you need to be going out anywhere tonight. You’ve been gone every day for a week. And now I find out you’ve been spending all you time with-“ Her small eyes traveled down over Zico’s dirty tank top and she grimaced. “With him?” She clucked her tongue and started gathering the dishes up. “No, you need to just stay home tonight.”
“You’re nineteen, hyung.” Junhong said when she left the room. “You don’t have to ask her permission to go out.”
Zico agreed, his chin resting overtop of Himchan’s shoulder. “And don’t deny that you love hanging out with me. It’s better than sitting at home all day with those two perverts.” He motioned across the table at the two boys who were currently eyeing each other with interest, feet entwined under the table. His hand slid lower on Himchan’s thigh and his eyes sparkled with humor. “We’ll go back to the club later. You want to dance with me again? You enjoyed it last time.”
All Himchan could see was his face just inches away from his own, those dark eyes staring intently at him. “Yes.” He said softly.
Neither boy caught the still confused face of Junhong as he watched their interaction. Yongguk tapped his arm to get his attention and shook his head, telling him to stay quiet.
“You want to go back to my place and get away from your mother and those two?”
“Hey!” This time Junhong couldn’t help the exclamation. “What’s that supposed to mean? We’re being good. We’re not even using our hands to touch each other!” He bit his lip and tried to look contrite. “Do you think, maybe, we could go?”
Yongguk opened his mouth to refuse, but Zico beat him to it. “You’d have to sneak out.” He told him, standing up and stretching before pulling Himchan up with him. “Just call me when you head out and I’ll let them know at the door that you’re coming.” His attention turned back to Himchan and he gave him one of those wide, closed-eye grins that kept doing weird things to his insides. “C’mon.”
They headed towards the door, Himchan mentally fist-pumping himself when his mother didn’t hear the latch catch as they left. “I’m all sweaty though.” He frowned, pulling his dirty shirt away from his chest. Their afternoon of soccer left him covered in mud and he probably didn’t smell very good.
“You can take a shower and borrow some of my clothes.” Zico told him, slipping an arm around his waist. “You’ll fit in better in my stuff anyway.”
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“Zico Oppa!” Rinnie met them at the door, her lips and cheeks covered in red stickiness. “Mom said you were going to be in so much trouble when you got home!” Her eyes were bright with joy as she reveled in the thought of her brother getting yelled at. “Mom!” She screamed into the kitchen. “He’s back! You can get mad now!”
Himchan snorted under his breath as Zico’s mother turned the corner and started yelling at him for not picking up after himself, not doing his laundry, not cleaning up his art supplies. “All you do lately is mope around until Himchan arrives, and hello Himchan, how are you darling? You’re too skinny, go poke around in the fridge. You mope around and do nothing around here all day,” Her anger came back as she turned again to her son. “And it’s going to have to stop or I will ground you.”
When she left, Zico rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at his gloating sister. “Why don’t I tell mom who really left the water running and flooded the bathroom?”
Her cheeks reddened and she stomped her foot. “You wouldn’t do that!”
“I would.” He hissed, opening his mouth to yell out for his mother. She shrieked and ran to her bedroom before he could speak.
“Maybe I should go home.” Himchan said awkwardly. “I don’t want to get you into trouble.” He smirked. “Or maybe I should stay in that case.”
“Yah!” Zico picked him up by his waist and slung him over his shoulder. “Why are you always so mean to me? I’m good to you. We do fun stuff together, I let you feel smart, I treat you like a princess.” He threw Himchan onto his bed and crawled up next to him, arm finding its way around his waist. “Let’s take a nap.” He murmured against his neck. “We’re going to be out late. Zico tired.”
Himchan raised his hand up to push him away, but Zico threw a leg over his thighs and snuggled closer and yeah, okay maybe his breath felt kinda nice hitting his skin. And sure, he was pretty comfortable with Zico’s body wrapped around his.
“I’m dirty.” Himchan said quietly, his eyes already closing against his will. “And so are you.”
Muttering a nonsensical response, the other boy just smiled against his neck. Within minutes both were fast asleep, the day at the park having exhausted them more than they had realized.
It was already nine pm by the time Zico woke up, the shrill ringing of his phone jerking him to attention.
“What?” He mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He carefully pried Himchan’s arm off of him and brushed the hair out of his eyes as he slept soundly on the bed. “I fell asleep, sorry… We’ll be there soon… Yeah, Himchan’s with me again… See ya.”
Himchan stirred when he hung up and his eyes cracked open, a pout forming on his lips. “Is it time to get up?” He asked, voice thick with sleep. His hands found their way around Zico’s waist and he tugged him back down beside him. “Don’t wanna. Let’s sleep.”
Laughing, Zico let himself have a few more seconds of being wrapped up in Himchan’s arms before he pulled them off again. “I’ll go take a shower. You can go back to sleep, okay?”
When he got out he grinned at Himchan sound asleep, curled around his pillow. Since the other boy wasn’t looking, he went ahead and pulled his towel off, dressing in the room. He was only in his jeans when he turned around to see Himchan’s eyes open and watching him, a pink flush growing along his cheeks.
“Hey Princess.” Zico said, rummaging through his drawer for a t-shirt. “Shower’s free. Rinnie’s out there and she likes to try to pull towels off so be prepared.”
Himchan nodded and sat up, his eyes still glued to Zico. “A-Aren’t you going to get dressed?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
“In a minute.” Zico replied, pulling out another pair of jeans and spare shirt. “Do you want boxers?”
The question made Himchan sputter, his eyes growing comically wide. “Well I don’t want to go around without underwear!” He screeched, grabbing the clothes in Zico’s outstretched hands.
He huffed and stormed off towards the shower, missing Zico’s chuckles as he tugged his t-shirt on. He just enjoyed watching Himchan squirm.
“Oppa?” Rinnie popped her head into his room, her teddy tucked underneath her arm. “Goodnight.” She hugged his leg and waited for him to lean down to kiss his cheek. “Tell your boyfriend I said goodnight, too.”
“He’s not my- Oh god Rinnie, where did you even hear that?” He exclaimed, not knowing how a four year old even knew what a boyfriend was.
She shrugged and skipped happily off towards the door. “That’s what mom calls him.”
“Wait what?” He stormed after her and found his mother laughing outside the door as she scooped Rinnie up and ran towards her bedroom.
“Try to be home at a decent hour!” She called, trying to shut the door on him. “And don’t wake us up with your funny business!”
He banged on the door, more embarrassed than angry. “I’m only seventeen mother!” He kicked the bottom of the door. “Aren’t you supposed to tell me sex is bad and that I better be wearing a condom!”
She cracked the door back open and grinned widely. “Make sure you wear a condom, son.”
“Ugh.” He grumbled, heading back towards his room to wait for Himchan. “You’re disgusting.”
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“I look like an idiot.” Himchan complained, tugging on the clothes Zico had forced him into. “How can you hoodlums stand to dress like this?” He pulled on the baggy t-shirt and grimaced.
“Aw Princess.” Zico slung an arm around his shoulder and nodded at the doorman as they headed in. “I think you look great. Now stop bitching and have fun.”
Taeil ran towards them, bumping fists with Zico as he stopped. “We were wondering when you would finally show up.” His eyes traveled down to Himchan’s shoulder where Zico’s arm was still snuggly resting and he smiled slyly. “But I guess you just got held up. Everyone else is already here.”
“Junhong texted me about ten minutes ago. He’s on his way, but someone needs to go get him in.”
“On it.” Taeil said, heading towards the door. “They’re all in the back!”
The rest of Zico’s friends were at the far back booth again, Jihoon sitting at the head of the table like a king. He nodded at Zico when they arrived and told everyone to scoot over and make room.
“Drink?” He asked, motioning towards a waitress. “Bring out two more bottles, sweetheart.” His hand rested on her ass for a few more moments, her giggles piercing the air around them.
Himchan felt more comfortable when he had a drink in his hands. It once again gave him something to concentrate on and ignore the other boy’s loud laughter and jokes about stuff he was lost on.
“You better slow down on that.” Zico warned, his fingers skimming down his arm until they landed around his hip, tugging him closer. “It packs a punch.”
“You saying I can’t handle it?” Himchan sneered, taking an extra-large gulp for good measure. He disliked being told what he should or should not do, even if it was for his own good.
Shaking his head, Zico just smiled. “Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Zico!” Junhong came running up twenty minutes and two glasses later, happy smile on his face. Yongguk was glued to his hand, not wanting to let his boyfriend out of his sight for any reason tonight. “Boy was mom mad when you two left.” He told Himchan, grabbing the bottle off the table and taking a swig. “She said she was going to ground you for the rest of the summer and that Zico would never be allowed in our house again!”
Himchan instinctively scooted closer to Zico, their legs pressing against each other’s. “She can’t do that.” He growled. His fingers dug into the inside of Zico’s thigh. “I’m nineteen, she can’t ground me anymore.”
“Calm down, hyung.” Zico’s lips pulled up into a smile. “I told you to slow down on that drink. You’re getting angry.” He grabbed the glass from his hand and gave it to Junhong, pulling Himchan out from the bench behind him. “Junhong, I’m going to go make your brother feel better. Try not to get too drunk while I’m gone okay? Last time we had to carry your giant ass home.”
The blonde haired boy watched his best friend lead his brother out onto the dance floor, confusion marring his face every time he saw them together.
“Relax.” Yongguk’s voice rumbled into his ear. “Zico will take good care of him. Don’t worry so much.”
In the corner of the dance floor was a small opening, Zico taking the opportunity to dart into it, Himchan’s body melting perfectly against his.
“The corner?” Himchan pouted. “Are you embarrassed to be seen with me or something?”
Zico grinned, his arms around Himchan’s shoulders as he pressed them together so closely that he could smell the alcohol on his breath. “No.” He said softly, sighing when Himchan’s arms came up hesitantly around his back. “Just like to be alone.”
Their bodies moved slowly at first, finding the rhythm. He finally felt Himchan’s body relax into his, the music making him just as intoxicated as the drink did. Himchan’s head fell back when Zico’s palm cupped around the back of his neck, drawing him ever so closer. His lips were now so close, so fucking close to the flawless pale skin that even if he just licked his lips, it would surely drag along his flesh.
“Zico…” Himchan murmured, hands somehow finding their way up the back of his shirt, nails scratching against his bare skin. “What was in that drink?”
He laughed low in his chest, knowing exactly what was wrong with both of them. “That’s the Pyo’s special drink.” He told him. “It’s got double the alcohol in it. I told you to go slow.”
Himchan’s eyes opened, the gaze bleary and disoriented. His lips curled up into a grin and his hips rolled a little more urgently against Zico’s. “But you didn’t stop me.”
“No.” He licked his dry lips and let a hand trail down his back, bunching the borrowed t-shirt in his fists. “I didn’t.”
The beat of the music was forgotten as they made their own music, their hip grinding letting Zico feel just how out of control Himchan really was. His arousal was quickly making itself known and Zico knew his own wasn’t too far behind. He tried not to let it take him over, but the more Himchan moved against him then the more soft breaths he emitted and Zico was going to lose it if he let out one mo-
“Zico.” Himchan moaned, his mouth panting against Zico’s sweat soaked hair.
With a growl, he let the animal take over, his teeth attaching to the white skin, rolling it into his mouth and reveling in the sounds he was gaining. The older boy tasted better than he could have ever imagined, the unblemished skin now littered with his teeth marks. “Say my name again.” He ordered, tracing a wet path up his neck and over the clenched jaw until their lips were hovering mere centimeters apart. “Say my name, Himchan.”
Himchan closed the distance between them, soft lips passing once, twice over his own. “Zico.” He whispered, nibbling lightly on his full bottom lip. “Woo Zico.”
Any other words were erased when Zico’s mouth slanted over top of his, moving their mouths together gently and softly, fingers holding his chin in place as he poured everything he had into the kiss.
A bump from behind had Himchan falling farther into his arms, neither boy noticing as Zico’s tongue pushed its way inside. A whimper sounded before Himchan’s came up to join his, slick heat sliding against slick heat. Zico pushed the other boy’s tongue back down to explore, sliding across his teeth and against his palate, not letting up until he started to feel low of breath, disconnecting them and closing his eyes.
“Hyung…” He stammered out, chest heaving at what they had done.
“Go.” Himchan whispered, fingers slipping against his skin. “Let’s go.” His voice was desperate and Zico knew it wouldn’t take long to bring him to release. Their lips found each other’s again and Zico tried to maneuver them back to the table with his friends without releasing his tight grip on the slim hips under his palms.
He stumbled against the table, Himchan sprawled out over on top of him as the rest of the boys laughed. Zico held his hand out in the direction he knew Jihoon was. “Key.” He told him, voice muffled because of the lips pressing on them.
A cold piece of metal was placed into his palm and he stood, picking the skinny boy up and telling him to hang on. He headed towards the back part of the club, passing many different doors that he knew had lots of different activities going on, some legal some not. But there was only one room he was interested in.
This was the room Jihoon had earmarked for his own personal needs. You had to have a key to enter it and Jihoon claimed he had the only one, so Zico wasn’t worried about being bothered.
He looked the door behind them anyway and dropped Himchan ungracefully on the bed, groaning at how completely fuckable he looked. His perfectly combed hair was now a mussed up mess and his lips were red and swollen where he had bit down into them. Even his neck wasn’t safe, a large blossoming bruise spreading above his collar and smaller bite marks surrounding it.
“Princess.” He whispered, dropping to his knees on the bed and crawling his way towards him. “I’m going to give you one chance to stop me.”
Himchan’s legs fell open, hands scrambling at Zico’s t-shirt as he tried to pull him down. “I don’t want you to stop.” He insisted, voice lower than Zico had ever heard it. “Fuck me.”
Rated: Slight M
Length: 4.7K
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“You ready to give up for the day?” Zico threw his pencil down and shot him a desperate look. “We’ve been at it for two hours. I need to move around and breathe a little.”
Himchan nodded, marking where they ended and gathering up the books and papers on the table. He had to move a pile of paint brushes out of his way. “What are all the art supplies around the house for? Does your mother paint?”
“Ah no.” Zico’s ears reddened in embarrassment. “Actually they’re mine.”
“You paint?” Himchan seemed surprised, then felt guilty for assuming the younger boy wouldn’t be good at anything.
Zico nodded. “My mom wanted to give me a safe hobby when I was younger and I liked to draw so she started buying me art supplies. I’ve won a few contests at school for it.”
“Wow.” Himchan was impressed. He had noticed all of the paintings around the house and thought they were amazing, but had just assumed someone like Zico would never have the talent or patience to do them. He realized that maybe there was a lot about the boy he didn’t know and would like to discover. “They’re really good.”
He looked bashful, his blush spreading to his cheeks. “Thanks.” He mumbled. “Anyways, do you want to go eat and then we’ll go to Block B? My friends usually don’t get there till around nine.” They had spent so long at the amusement park that it was already pushing eight and his stomach was starting to growl.
“Sure.” Himchan didn’t even blink when Zico grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the house behind him, calling out goodbyes to his mother and sister. “What kind of place is this? Bar or dance club?”
“Little of both.” Zico answered. “My friend’s older brother owns the place, but he lets us do pretty much whatever we want. There’s always free alcohol.”
They stopped at a food cart, Himchan readily pulling out the handful of bills Zico had given him earlier for that day’s tutoring. Zico wasn’t sure why he was using his payment for their food since he was willing to pay for his own, but he kept quiet anyway.
They ate at a small table on the sidewalk, Zico’s hand subtly coming down to rest on Himchan’s thigh. This was what friends did together, Himchan assured himself. Skinship was nothing new for him, he saw it every day in school between friends. Normally it was just simple hand holding or maybe a tight hug when separating, but if Zico was more touchy feely than others than he could deal with that. And it made him feel warm. Himchan’s skin was almost bursting where the palm was pressing through the thin athletic shorts.
Zico’s phone kept going off with texts but he ignored them all. When Himchan asked him why he merely smiled. “Well it’s obviously not you, so I don’t care.”
Swallowing, Himchan bit back the smile at the other boy’s greasiness. He knew the exact thing to say to hit him hard like a punch right to the gut. For a split second he wondered if what he was feeling was a crush but he shook the thought off just as quickly as it came. He was 100% straight. The desire to look at another man naked was something that had never even popped into his brain.
But as the other boy’s thin fingers slowly inched their way down the inside of his thigh, he couldn’t help the way his heart raced and his chest tightened.
“Are you going to dance with me?” Zico murmured, his voice and eyes growing soft as they watched the emotions flicker across Himchan’s face.
Himchan nodded, not trusting his voice.
“Good.” Zico’s lips quirked up in a small smile and he reached up to gently palm the other boy’s pale cheeks. “Let’s go.”
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“This place is really loud!” Himchan hollered over the music, clinging on to Zico’s arm for dear life. His mother had never let him out to go to places like this during high school and he was so busy at college with all of his extra-curricular activities that he just didn’t have time for clubbing.
Zico pointed to the corner of the club and started leading him towards it. “It’s quieter over there!”
The booth in the corner was already full of boys (and maybe a few girls on some laps), but they all scooted down and made room for them when Zico walked up.
He introduced all of his friends before wrapping an arm around Himchan’s shoulder and grinning proudly. “And this is Himchan.”
The boy across the table from them, Taeil, Himchan remembered, rolled his eyes. “We all know who he is, Zico. You haven’t shut up about him for two years.” He hissed as Zico’s foot made contact with his shin.
“Two what?” Himchan looked confused.
“He means two weeks.” Zico interjected. “Don’t you hyung?” The glare he shot the other boy promised hell if he didn’t agree.
Taeil smirked. “Yeah, sorry. I meant two weeks.”
Zico’s lips brushed across his ear making him squirm. “Do you want something to drink, hyung?”
He nodded. “I don’t want to get drunk though.”
A bottle of beer was sat before him and he gratefully used it as something to occupy his hands so that he wasn’t tempted to use them to touch the boy beside him. His fingertips had been gently stroking his shoulder, but then he shifted to trailing them across the nape of his neck and underneath the collar of his shirt.
After the third beer and after Zico’s hand had grown braver, dropping down to his waist and softly fingering the bare skin under his shirt, he couldn’t take it anymore. His head fell on Zico’s shoulder and he lout out a low whine.
“You alright?” Zico asked, amusement lacing his voice. “You’ve barely had three drinks, hyung.”
“Not a big drinker.” He mumbled, burying his face against the soft neck.
Zico nudged him out of the booth, holding on to his hips to keep him steady. “Let’s go dance. It will make you more alert.”
The older boy doubted it. Not with the way his body was already waving to the music and his eyes were growing heavy with the desire to shut off everything but the beat and let it overtake him.
He felt Zico’s arms wrapping around his waist and tugging him closer, his hands instinctively knowing to wound around his neck. Himchan wasn’t drunk, just verging on slightly tipsy, but he had never drank around Zico. The other boy’s mere scent was enough to make him intoxicated. He wasn’t sure he liked this. Kim Himchan did not enjoy being confused.
He was straight, he told himself. Straight as a board.
There had been three girls who had found themselves in his bed and he liked to think he showed all of them a good time.
“Himchan?” Zico whispered, his hair tickling Himchan’s lips as he leaned closer. “I’ve had fun with you today.”
A pound of pressure lifted off his chest. There was nothing wrong with this. Zico was just becoming a close friend, that was all.
“Me too.” He smiled, finally closing his eyes and letting his body relax. “I’ve had fun, too.”
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“Zico’s eating with us?” Junhong looked between the two boys in confusion. “But why?”
“Because I asked him.” Himchan said simply, reaching over and grabbing the other boy’s hand. “Is that okay or do I need to ask your permission?”
Junhong’s eyes widened at the image of his brother and his best friend holding hands. He wondered if this was how Himchan felt the first time he came home from class and saw Junhong and Yongguk like that. “Are you two…?” His voice trailed off, not knowing how he should finish the question.
“Friends.” Himchan answered, putting a smile on Zico’s full lips. “Zico and I are friends.”
Even though it was strange and he wasn’t sure what Zico was pushing for, Junhong decided to let it go for the moment. They probably were just messing with him. Any idiot knew that friends didn’t sit at the table and hold hands while eating. Friends didn’t lean over to whisper in each other’s ears, giggling at the soft words murmured. He had naively been assuming the two had been deeply invested in Himchan’s studies every day for the last week, but their dirty clothes implied they had been doing more than studying all day.
“Himchan-ah.” Their mother pulled her eyebrows together and frowned. “I wasn’t aware that you were associated with Junhong’s friends.” Her tone made it clear she did not approve.
The younger boy wasn’t stupid. Zico knew their mother disliked him for the way he dressed, the way he spoke, his background, any possible reason she had to hate him she took it. But he couldn’t help the proud rush through his gut when Himchan refused to let him pull away, jerking his hand back down to his thigh where it had been resting while they ate. For some reason, Zico loved to touch his legs. He was always looking for the slightest excuse to squeeze them.
“Well I am.” He said nonchalantly, letting go of Zico’s hand to reach for another scoop of food. They had spent the afternoon at the park playing soccer for hours and he was starving, his whole body ached, and he needed something warm filling his belly.
“Are you sure you want another plate of food?” She chastised him. “You’ve already had one. You don’t want to get fat again, do you?”
He dropped the spoon with a clang back into the dish, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment. His mother had always tried to keep tight control over his weight after he finally dropped all the baby fat in high school. Subtly reaching under his shirt, he pinched his stomach trying to see if there was any extra skin he could pull up and sighed when relief when he didn’t feel any.
Zico slapped his fingers away as he dropped a chunk of chicken onto his plate. He motioned towards it with his chopsticks. “You’re not fat.” He murmured, scooting his chair a little closer. His hand rested heavily on Himchan’s leg, the slim fingers squeezing it gently. “Eat and then we’ll head out, okay?”
His voice was quiet, but Himchan’s mother had ears like a hawk, her eyes narrowing at his words. “Himchan, I don’t think you need to be going out anywhere tonight. You’ve been gone every day for a week. And now I find out you’ve been spending all you time with-“ Her small eyes traveled down over Zico’s dirty tank top and she grimaced. “With him?” She clucked her tongue and started gathering the dishes up. “No, you need to just stay home tonight.”
“You’re nineteen, hyung.” Junhong said when she left the room. “You don’t have to ask her permission to go out.”
Zico agreed, his chin resting overtop of Himchan’s shoulder. “And don’t deny that you love hanging out with me. It’s better than sitting at home all day with those two perverts.” He motioned across the table at the two boys who were currently eyeing each other with interest, feet entwined under the table. His hand slid lower on Himchan’s thigh and his eyes sparkled with humor. “We’ll go back to the club later. You want to dance with me again? You enjoyed it last time.”
All Himchan could see was his face just inches away from his own, those dark eyes staring intently at him. “Yes.” He said softly.
Neither boy caught the still confused face of Junhong as he watched their interaction. Yongguk tapped his arm to get his attention and shook his head, telling him to stay quiet.
“You want to go back to my place and get away from your mother and those two?”
“Hey!” This time Junhong couldn’t help the exclamation. “What’s that supposed to mean? We’re being good. We’re not even using our hands to touch each other!” He bit his lip and tried to look contrite. “Do you think, maybe, we could go?”
Yongguk opened his mouth to refuse, but Zico beat him to it. “You’d have to sneak out.” He told him, standing up and stretching before pulling Himchan up with him. “Just call me when you head out and I’ll let them know at the door that you’re coming.” His attention turned back to Himchan and he gave him one of those wide, closed-eye grins that kept doing weird things to his insides. “C’mon.”
They headed towards the door, Himchan mentally fist-pumping himself when his mother didn’t hear the latch catch as they left. “I’m all sweaty though.” He frowned, pulling his dirty shirt away from his chest. Their afternoon of soccer left him covered in mud and he probably didn’t smell very good.
“You can take a shower and borrow some of my clothes.” Zico told him, slipping an arm around his waist. “You’ll fit in better in my stuff anyway.”
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“Zico Oppa!” Rinnie met them at the door, her lips and cheeks covered in red stickiness. “Mom said you were going to be in so much trouble when you got home!” Her eyes were bright with joy as she reveled in the thought of her brother getting yelled at. “Mom!” She screamed into the kitchen. “He’s back! You can get mad now!”
Himchan snorted under his breath as Zico’s mother turned the corner and started yelling at him for not picking up after himself, not doing his laundry, not cleaning up his art supplies. “All you do lately is mope around until Himchan arrives, and hello Himchan, how are you darling? You’re too skinny, go poke around in the fridge. You mope around and do nothing around here all day,” Her anger came back as she turned again to her son. “And it’s going to have to stop or I will ground you.”
When she left, Zico rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at his gloating sister. “Why don’t I tell mom who really left the water running and flooded the bathroom?”
Her cheeks reddened and she stomped her foot. “You wouldn’t do that!”
“I would.” He hissed, opening his mouth to yell out for his mother. She shrieked and ran to her bedroom before he could speak.
“Maybe I should go home.” Himchan said awkwardly. “I don’t want to get you into trouble.” He smirked. “Or maybe I should stay in that case.”
“Yah!” Zico picked him up by his waist and slung him over his shoulder. “Why are you always so mean to me? I’m good to you. We do fun stuff together, I let you feel smart, I treat you like a princess.” He threw Himchan onto his bed and crawled up next to him, arm finding its way around his waist. “Let’s take a nap.” He murmured against his neck. “We’re going to be out late. Zico tired.”
Himchan raised his hand up to push him away, but Zico threw a leg over his thighs and snuggled closer and yeah, okay maybe his breath felt kinda nice hitting his skin. And sure, he was pretty comfortable with Zico’s body wrapped around his.
“I’m dirty.” Himchan said quietly, his eyes already closing against his will. “And so are you.”
Muttering a nonsensical response, the other boy just smiled against his neck. Within minutes both were fast asleep, the day at the park having exhausted them more than they had realized.
It was already nine pm by the time Zico woke up, the shrill ringing of his phone jerking him to attention.
“What?” He mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He carefully pried Himchan’s arm off of him and brushed the hair out of his eyes as he slept soundly on the bed. “I fell asleep, sorry… We’ll be there soon… Yeah, Himchan’s with me again… See ya.”
Himchan stirred when he hung up and his eyes cracked open, a pout forming on his lips. “Is it time to get up?” He asked, voice thick with sleep. His hands found their way around Zico’s waist and he tugged him back down beside him. “Don’t wanna. Let’s sleep.”
Laughing, Zico let himself have a few more seconds of being wrapped up in Himchan’s arms before he pulled them off again. “I’ll go take a shower. You can go back to sleep, okay?”
When he got out he grinned at Himchan sound asleep, curled around his pillow. Since the other boy wasn’t looking, he went ahead and pulled his towel off, dressing in the room. He was only in his jeans when he turned around to see Himchan’s eyes open and watching him, a pink flush growing along his cheeks.
“Hey Princess.” Zico said, rummaging through his drawer for a t-shirt. “Shower’s free. Rinnie’s out there and she likes to try to pull towels off so be prepared.”
Himchan nodded and sat up, his eyes still glued to Zico. “A-Aren’t you going to get dressed?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
“In a minute.” Zico replied, pulling out another pair of jeans and spare shirt. “Do you want boxers?”
The question made Himchan sputter, his eyes growing comically wide. “Well I don’t want to go around without underwear!” He screeched, grabbing the clothes in Zico’s outstretched hands.
He huffed and stormed off towards the shower, missing Zico’s chuckles as he tugged his t-shirt on. He just enjoyed watching Himchan squirm.
“Oppa?” Rinnie popped her head into his room, her teddy tucked underneath her arm. “Goodnight.” She hugged his leg and waited for him to lean down to kiss his cheek. “Tell your boyfriend I said goodnight, too.”
“He’s not my- Oh god Rinnie, where did you even hear that?” He exclaimed, not knowing how a four year old even knew what a boyfriend was.
She shrugged and skipped happily off towards the door. “That’s what mom calls him.”
“Wait what?” He stormed after her and found his mother laughing outside the door as she scooped Rinnie up and ran towards her bedroom.
“Try to be home at a decent hour!” She called, trying to shut the door on him. “And don’t wake us up with your funny business!”
He banged on the door, more embarrassed than angry. “I’m only seventeen mother!” He kicked the bottom of the door. “Aren’t you supposed to tell me sex is bad and that I better be wearing a condom!”
She cracked the door back open and grinned widely. “Make sure you wear a condom, son.”
“Ugh.” He grumbled, heading back towards his room to wait for Himchan. “You’re disgusting.”
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“I look like an idiot.” Himchan complained, tugging on the clothes Zico had forced him into. “How can you hoodlums stand to dress like this?” He pulled on the baggy t-shirt and grimaced.
“Aw Princess.” Zico slung an arm around his shoulder and nodded at the doorman as they headed in. “I think you look great. Now stop bitching and have fun.”
Taeil ran towards them, bumping fists with Zico as he stopped. “We were wondering when you would finally show up.” His eyes traveled down to Himchan’s shoulder where Zico’s arm was still snuggly resting and he smiled slyly. “But I guess you just got held up. Everyone else is already here.”
“Junhong texted me about ten minutes ago. He’s on his way, but someone needs to go get him in.”
“On it.” Taeil said, heading towards the door. “They’re all in the back!”
The rest of Zico’s friends were at the far back booth again, Jihoon sitting at the head of the table like a king. He nodded at Zico when they arrived and told everyone to scoot over and make room.
“Drink?” He asked, motioning towards a waitress. “Bring out two more bottles, sweetheart.” His hand rested on her ass for a few more moments, her giggles piercing the air around them.
Himchan felt more comfortable when he had a drink in his hands. It once again gave him something to concentrate on and ignore the other boy’s loud laughter and jokes about stuff he was lost on.
“You better slow down on that.” Zico warned, his fingers skimming down his arm until they landed around his hip, tugging him closer. “It packs a punch.”
“You saying I can’t handle it?” Himchan sneered, taking an extra-large gulp for good measure. He disliked being told what he should or should not do, even if it was for his own good.
Shaking his head, Zico just smiled. “Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Zico!” Junhong came running up twenty minutes and two glasses later, happy smile on his face. Yongguk was glued to his hand, not wanting to let his boyfriend out of his sight for any reason tonight. “Boy was mom mad when you two left.” He told Himchan, grabbing the bottle off the table and taking a swig. “She said she was going to ground you for the rest of the summer and that Zico would never be allowed in our house again!”
Himchan instinctively scooted closer to Zico, their legs pressing against each other’s. “She can’t do that.” He growled. His fingers dug into the inside of Zico’s thigh. “I’m nineteen, she can’t ground me anymore.”
“Calm down, hyung.” Zico’s lips pulled up into a smile. “I told you to slow down on that drink. You’re getting angry.” He grabbed the glass from his hand and gave it to Junhong, pulling Himchan out from the bench behind him. “Junhong, I’m going to go make your brother feel better. Try not to get too drunk while I’m gone okay? Last time we had to carry your giant ass home.”
The blonde haired boy watched his best friend lead his brother out onto the dance floor, confusion marring his face every time he saw them together.
“Relax.” Yongguk’s voice rumbled into his ear. “Zico will take good care of him. Don’t worry so much.”
In the corner of the dance floor was a small opening, Zico taking the opportunity to dart into it, Himchan’s body melting perfectly against his.
“The corner?” Himchan pouted. “Are you embarrassed to be seen with me or something?”
Zico grinned, his arms around Himchan’s shoulders as he pressed them together so closely that he could smell the alcohol on his breath. “No.” He said softly, sighing when Himchan’s arms came up hesitantly around his back. “Just like to be alone.”
Their bodies moved slowly at first, finding the rhythm. He finally felt Himchan’s body relax into his, the music making him just as intoxicated as the drink did. Himchan’s head fell back when Zico’s palm cupped around the back of his neck, drawing him ever so closer. His lips were now so close, so fucking close to the flawless pale skin that even if he just licked his lips, it would surely drag along his flesh.
“Zico…” Himchan murmured, hands somehow finding their way up the back of his shirt, nails scratching against his bare skin. “What was in that drink?”
He laughed low in his chest, knowing exactly what was wrong with both of them. “That’s the Pyo’s special drink.” He told him. “It’s got double the alcohol in it. I told you to go slow.”
Himchan’s eyes opened, the gaze bleary and disoriented. His lips curled up into a grin and his hips rolled a little more urgently against Zico’s. “But you didn’t stop me.”
“No.” He licked his dry lips and let a hand trail down his back, bunching the borrowed t-shirt in his fists. “I didn’t.”
The beat of the music was forgotten as they made their own music, their hip grinding letting Zico feel just how out of control Himchan really was. His arousal was quickly making itself known and Zico knew his own wasn’t too far behind. He tried not to let it take him over, but the more Himchan moved against him then the more soft breaths he emitted and Zico was going to lose it if he let out one mo-
“Zico.” Himchan moaned, his mouth panting against Zico’s sweat soaked hair.
With a growl, he let the animal take over, his teeth attaching to the white skin, rolling it into his mouth and reveling in the sounds he was gaining. The older boy tasted better than he could have ever imagined, the unblemished skin now littered with his teeth marks. “Say my name again.” He ordered, tracing a wet path up his neck and over the clenched jaw until their lips were hovering mere centimeters apart. “Say my name, Himchan.”
Himchan closed the distance between them, soft lips passing once, twice over his own. “Zico.” He whispered, nibbling lightly on his full bottom lip. “Woo Zico.”
Any other words were erased when Zico’s mouth slanted over top of his, moving their mouths together gently and softly, fingers holding his chin in place as he poured everything he had into the kiss.
A bump from behind had Himchan falling farther into his arms, neither boy noticing as Zico’s tongue pushed its way inside. A whimper sounded before Himchan’s came up to join his, slick heat sliding against slick heat. Zico pushed the other boy’s tongue back down to explore, sliding across his teeth and against his palate, not letting up until he started to feel low of breath, disconnecting them and closing his eyes.
“Hyung…” He stammered out, chest heaving at what they had done.
“Go.” Himchan whispered, fingers slipping against his skin. “Let’s go.” His voice was desperate and Zico knew it wouldn’t take long to bring him to release. Their lips found each other’s again and Zico tried to maneuver them back to the table with his friends without releasing his tight grip on the slim hips under his palms.
He stumbled against the table, Himchan sprawled out over on top of him as the rest of the boys laughed. Zico held his hand out in the direction he knew Jihoon was. “Key.” He told him, voice muffled because of the lips pressing on them.
A cold piece of metal was placed into his palm and he stood, picking the skinny boy up and telling him to hang on. He headed towards the back part of the club, passing many different doors that he knew had lots of different activities going on, some legal some not. But there was only one room he was interested in.
This was the room Jihoon had earmarked for his own personal needs. You had to have a key to enter it and Jihoon claimed he had the only one, so Zico wasn’t worried about being bothered.
He looked the door behind them anyway and dropped Himchan ungracefully on the bed, groaning at how completely fuckable he looked. His perfectly combed hair was now a mussed up mess and his lips were red and swollen where he had bit down into them. Even his neck wasn’t safe, a large blossoming bruise spreading above his collar and smaller bite marks surrounding it.
“Princess.” He whispered, dropping to his knees on the bed and crawling his way towards him. “I’m going to give you one chance to stop me.”
Himchan’s legs fell open, hands scrambling at Zico’s t-shirt as he tried to pull him down. “I don’t want you to stop.” He insisted, voice lower than Zico had ever heard it. “Fuck me.”