Neighbor
Title: Neighbor (OneShot)
Pairing: HimUp
Rating: NC-17
Summary:
If he asks later....I'm just your neighbor
A/N: I suck at summary things guys. Idk. This was totally inspired by Travis Garland's Neighbor so click click away! This is result of too much Travis and an overactive imagination. Also, its the beginning of something bigger....I have plans for this AU so just keep your eyes open! Um...I dont think I have anything else to say? So yeah enjoy the read?
Disclaimer:I in no way own these boys, no matter how much i would love to have them in my closet....No not in a creepy way Geez!
The hustle and bustle of day was enough to tire anyone. It was a long day and it began with an extremely early start of looking over the financial history of a very new, very important company whose business would not only put Himchan on the map in the firm, but would also have him considered for Partner status. But the work was enough to make his head spin. Not to mention, it was just Monday and he was already anticipating the end of the week. He thought about the impending deadlines waiting for him at the office and all he could do was sigh heavily; loosening the blue tie around his neck, he pushed the button for the elevator in his apartment building to close its doors and deliver him to his home five floors above. Why was it just Monday?
Please get me home.
Anyone who knew Himchan knew that the young man didn’t hate his job. In fact he loved working in one of the top accounting firms in Seoul. He was good at what he did. Being a Senior Manager in his department with some of the most well-known companies coming to his office for financial advice gave him a sense of importance over his peers. Not to mention the hefty price they pay him to keep their monetary secrets was enough to feed his love for the finer things.
But this upcoming week, he had a shit load of stress coming his way.
It was going to nearly kill him.
He could feel it.
He popped the top two buttons on his shirt so he could finally breathe. He had felt so congested; trapped in his business attire. Stuffing his hand in the pocket of his grey dress slacks, he searched for the key to his apartment. The little tarnished gold key freefalling when he removed his hand, he really needed to get a key chain or something for it.
He bent down to pick up the small metal piece as the doors opened, doors that revealed a younger man standing at the door opposite of Himchan’s apartment, struggling to open his own door with a basket of laundry perched and wobbling on his thigh as he tried to unlock it.
Himchan stepped off the elevator and walked towards the other, shaking his head at the display.
He grabbed the basket and motioned for the seemingly shocked boy to continue opening the door now that his hands were free.
The two stepped inside together; Himchan placing the basket on the table that was right off from the door, the other closing and locking the door behind.
They stood facing each other in the little area of the apartment’s entrance. The young man stood still; his mouth in a tight line as he made eye contact with the man before him.
“Thank you.” He said quietly, more so to himself than to Himchan.
Himchan just nodded with a subtle hum resounding from his throat in acknowledgement.
Himchan had shoved his hands into his pockets as his fingers began twitching to get a hold of something, anything. The air surrounding them filled with electricity that buzzed past their ears, waves that radiated from one to the other. Each sensing just how close the other was, bodies reacting to the proximity between them.
The young man spoke again, clearing his throat so that his voice wouldn’t have any trouble escaping his lips. “W-would you like something to drink?”
He stepped forward to walk past Himchan, not waiting for an answer to his attempt at small talk, but the latter grabbed his wrist as he passed, pulling him back into his eyesight.
They stood for what felt like hours, staring at each other and assessing the situation. The situation that held so many possibilities.
Oh the possibilities.
A visible spark happened between the two as the both had the same realization simultaneously.
This was happening now.
Himchan broke his revere and stalked forward with dark eyes that glinted with a hint of mischief. The other male swallowed hard as he walked backwards; his back touching the wall as he licked his lips in anticipation.
One collided with the other, forcing them both towards the wall until a head fell backwards against the hard surface, exposing the man’s neck and the vein that protruded with the pain in the back of his skull.
Oh the possibilities
Heart shaped lips met with skin under a jaw line, a whimpering man coming fastly undone by just the closeness of Himchan as he was pinned against the wall in the entrance to his apartment.
Himchan traced his lips along the underside of a tensed jaw, making their way to a slightly chapped bottom lip that was captured between top teeth in attempts to keep calm. Running his thumb over the boy’s chin, fingertip playing with his bottom lip, he coaxed it to come out.
He licked his own lips, watching as the others lip slowly pulled from underneath the grip of his teeth, and popped out a little swollen from being bitten so hard.
Himchan attacked the set of lips before him, attempting to devour everything he could. He swept his tongue across the boy’s mouth right before grabbing hold of his bottom lip with his teeth and gently pulling on it.
The other male was mentally gone, his knees buckling from being shown so much attention. His heart beat so loudly in his ears; he thought he would probably go deaf from the sound. His blood ran hot through his veins, veins that mapped their way through numbing limbs that seemed to do nothing but tingle with the feel of a tongue that wasn't his own, praising his mouth. The lack of breath in his body adding to the lightheaded feeling that was rapidly overwhelming him. His mouth was slack, all he could do was receive the kisses, body unable to respond.
They both broke apart with a loud smack in attempts to replenish their lungs with oxygen.
"Fuck Uppie" Himchan all but growled as he placed open mouthed kisses along a bobbing Adam's apple and swept across sharp collar bones.
"Hyung please" the younger male pleaded with the man before him, he couldn't handle this. Foreplay and adornment in kisses was too much for him. Just the way the older man’s tongue lapped at the dip between his collar bones was enough to bring him to the edge, and he didn’t want that. He wanted needed the feeling of being filled by Himchan before he could explode.
"Tell me what you want baby" Himchan purred against the boys neck and felt the shiver that ran through his body at the sound of his gravelly voice. "I can't help you if you don't tell me". He nipped at the pierced ear, tongue occasionally peeking out to play with the small black ring in his lobe, earning a whimper in response.
This was so new to the boy. He was never allowed to be vocal in what he wanted. On the rare times he was even touched by his boyfriend, it always followed orders of how he wanted things.
Himchan wasn’t like that.
Something he would have to get used to.
"Hmm?? I can't hear you Uppie...." He slid his hand between their bodies to palm the growing bulge of the boy’s jeans. Hand kneading and pressing to get his point across, the boy let out a mangled moan.
"Hyung....please..."
"Tell me what you want hyung to do to you Jongup."
That was another thing. His boyfriend never said his name with such passion.
Just Himchan’s gentle tone alone was enough to make Jongup’s stomach coil with his impending release.
Feeding off of the mix of curses and moans, Himchan's right hand snaked its way under Jongup's shirt, fingers skimming prominent hip bones as they danced across developed abs, walking their way upwards, stopping to pinch and twist the erect nubs on his chest.
"Himchan Hyung!!!" Jongup yelped with pleasure, only making Himchan work harder at his ministrations.
"Hmm?" Himchan loved this; the sight before him. He loved the way the others face would flush slightly as he was somewhat embarrassed at his actions. He loved the way his skin tasted, its flavor peculiarly something that only belonged to Jongup. He relished in the way he was able to give him everything he wanted and needed, something his pathetic boyfriend couldn’t.
Wanting to see the skin he was playing with, he stopped his movements, getting a protesting whimper, and grabbed the hem of the thin t-shirt, pulling it up and over Jongup's head.
Himchan's eyes raked over the boy’s body, greedily drinking in his flawless appearance. He watched the chest before him rise and fall rapidly as Jongup tried to catch his breath. He would never get enough of him. He leaned forward to capture an already tortured nipple between his teeth, rotating it between his grip, and lapping at the abused flesh with the tip of his tongue.
A strong hand slid through his brown locks, gripping hard to hold his head in place.
Jongup was out of breath and patience. If this didn’t end soon he would cum before he was ready to do so. He tried with all of his might to fight for control, oh how he wanted to pull the older man into the bedroom and let him screw his brains loose, but he couldn't form any coherent thoughts besides Himchan's name running through his mind.
But he would try none the less.
”Him-ah hyung” Jongup panted with his eyes screwed shut.
“Hmm?” Himchan hummed around Jongup’s nipple, acknowledging the younger’s voice.
“Hyung, bed-ungh bedro- ah please”
Himchan thought about the mangled request from the excited boy beneath him. Sure he had absolutely no problem fucking him until his screams came out hoarse, and sure he had no problem doing this in any place in the younger boy’s apartment. But he wanted to go to their bedroom? The only room in which they hadn’t been in? The only place throughout the home in which the two of them had not christened in some shape or form?
Considering that he was indeed about to devour someone who technically was not his without a second thought, being in their bedroom, in their bed, was almost….rude.
He pulled back to look at Jongup’s face, his features twisted in pure discomfort at the idea of being in his bed.
“Jongup I-“
“Hyung please”
The dark lust in his eyes mixed with his pleading face was enough to make Himchan nod and allow the younger to grab his hand and pull him in the direction of the bed.
He walked into the room and it was just like the rest of the apartment. Sleek. Clean. Masculine with a hint of femininity. It screamed importance and it was enough to make Himchan sick to his stomach.
The door clicked behind him and he turned to see a newly nervous Jongup rotating his bottom lip between his teeth as he picked with invisible lint on his jeans.
Himchan walked towards him, being careful with each step; he reached forward to place his hand under the boy’s chin and nudge him to make him look up.
Jongup lifted his head, but still refused to look him in his eyes, attention averting throughout the room.
His chest expanded slowly as he took a deep breath, eyes coming in contact with dark brown ones that were trained on his face. Why was he so nervous? Was it because this was something he shouldn’t be doing? Was his conscious finally letting him have it and causing him to realize that what he has been doing with his neighbor for the past few months was wrong?
The look in the olders eyes made Jongup’s heart clench. Himchan really did care for him. It’s why his feelings were so conflicted. He cared for Himchan too. But he was in a relationship. A tricky one at that. He just wasn’t used to so much attention on him. It was maddening. For once he had something that wasn’t full of lust.
Himchan wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pulling him into an embrace. Jongup’s arms placed his arms around Himchan’s waist as he buried his head in the man’s neck, breathing in the scent of his cologne.
They stood in that position for a moment, Himchan running his hands up and down his back occasionally, fingers splaying out on his skin and curling in so his nails could run up and down his spine lightly. He could feel Jongup shiver in his hold and his eyelashes flutter against the skin of his neck.
Jongup looked up slowly, his face mere inches away from Himchan, his eyes almost crossing as he tried to focus on his face.
Himchan smiled at the boy in his arms and leaned in to place his lips on his forehead.
Jongup let his eyes slip shut as lips ghosted across his face, kissing his nose, each eyelid, both cheeks, and finally a light peck on his lips. It made his insides melt.
He reopened his eyes to the face he adored much more than he should.
Lips captured lips in the gentlest kiss the two had shared to date. There was no battle of tongues for dominance or teeth clashing together sloppily. Lips glided together in a slow, languid pace; dancing together in a way that conveyed affection and love more so than passion and lust. This was beautiful and it made Jongup feel like he was floating but, now he wanted to be loved all over. Not to mention his previous erection never willed itself away, even if his thoughts ran left field for a moment. He was still horny dammit.
Subtlety was something Jongup could teach a class on. Or atleast that’s what Himchan thought when he realized the buttons on his shirt were being slowly popped open. He almost rolled his eyes at the younger’s actions and decided to help him out by removing his tie.
With his shirt completely removed, Jongup ran his fingers up and down milky white skin, loving how soft it was under his fingertips.
Himchan knew they wouldn’t make it to the mattress. He knew it because Jongup was starting to get needy with his movements. His hands skimming over his belt buckle in attempts to hurriedly get pants down. He knew it because there was a new air surrounding them. This wasn’t the same as earlier when they were both a panting mess. They were both full of smiles and laughter as they kissed and caressed and gripped each other’s skin while they fell to the carpeted floor along with the rest of their clothing.
Scrambling for purchase on the duvet cover on the bed, Himchan’s hands gripped the material, knuckles white as he watched the lean muscles climb onto his lap and hips grind downward onto his leaking erection.
“Fuck Jongup” The words came out in a mess of syllables and labored breaths.
Himchan learned early on in their relationship that the younger rarely received praise or attention. It took him a moment to get comfortable enough to voice what he wanted or to show his emotions. But, when he had the nerve to do it, everyone involved benefitted from it.
Letting him have the reigns was definitely more beneficial.
Himchan sunk his body lower, back almost flush with the floor as Jongup’s hips went work on him in tandem with his hands and mouth. He was everywhere. All he could see, feel, breathe, taste, think, was Jongup.
Sweat slicked hands ran up his sides as a hot tongue skimmed across the underside of Himchan’s neck. Teeth biting down long and hard; skin nearly breaking before soothing laps relieved the sore areas; harsh sucks being delivered onto the very areas being shown attention. Nails scraping skin and leaving pink trails in their wake;
Himchan screamed with the mix of pain and arousal, not knowing which one he enjoyed more.
Jongup was marking his territory, and Himchan was his.
A lone finger trailed down Himchan’s chest, dipping into his naval, hovering over the hot erection beneath him.
The skin was smooth as silk in Jongup’s grip. Heat radiated through his body at the feel, a shudder racking through his spine so hard till his eyes fluttered shut. He swallowed hard and gripped tight, his hand slowly smoothing up and down the shaft at an agonizing pace.
Himchan bucked upwards in hopes that the younger would speed up, relieving the pressure that was slowly building in the pit of his stomach. But Jongup wasn’t having any of that. He took his free hand and dug his short nails into an unmarred hip bone.
Jongup then scraped a blunt thumb nail into the slit, causing the body below him to jerk forward.
“Relax hyung” His voiced dripped with promises of no release, a mocking tone that caused Himchan to whimper when the sound reached his ears.
Mind zoned out from the excruciatingly lazy work of Jongup’s wrist, Himchan felt fingers nudge at his lips.
“Suck” He focused on the face in front of his own, eyes locking on glazed over ones while he thoroughly soaked the digits between his lips. Neither man’s gaze faltered as each finger was being coated with saliva; Jongup noted somewhere in his brain that Himchan’s lips spread beautifully around his fingers, but would be even more gorgeous around his aching member.
As if on cue, Himchan hummed around his fingers, signal shooting straight to his cock; pre-cum beginning to leak droplets around the tip at the vibration.
Jongup pulled his hand away, replacing them with his mouth, capturing those pretty lips with his own. Teeth connecting in a frenzied pace he set in order to distract himself.
“Ungh” He moaned and grunted into the open mouth below him as his own spit soaked fingers breeched the first ring of muscles past his entrance. Jongup held in his breath, fighting past the pain of three fingers in one go. His head fell backwards and his eyes shut tight as he scissored himself in Himchan’s lap. The older male could only watch with a slack jaw at the sight before him.
“Himchan-hyung” The name fell barely from reddened lips, pain and pleasure mixing and taking his breath away. “I-ungh”
Himchan’s chest rose up and down at a rapid speed, breath coming quicker as he watched in awe, in awe of the magnificent scene set before him.
“Hyu-ahhh!” Jongup’s back arched and his bottom lifted off the body below. He found it. Curling his fingers again at the same angle, he screamed at the blinding white satisfaction that consumed his entire body.
Himchan furrowed his brows at the display; a growl that rippled deep from within his stomach erupted from is lips and his body flipped their positions before he nor Jongup realized what was going on.
“Uppie” His voice dripped with sex and desire; lips wrapping around the name in such a seductive manor it caused Jongup’s length to twitch against his stomach.
Himchan clicked his tongue in wonderment, “I cant let you have all the fun now can I?”
He grabbed both of the boy’s wrists and placed them around his neck, and then dug his nails into slightly tanned thighs and wrapped them around his waist. His hands trailed down the sweaty skin of Jongup’s back and palmed the curve of his ass right before giving it a hard squeeze.
“Now Uppie…” His fingers slipped between the boy’s cheeks, “…tell hyung exactly what it is that you want”. His index finger playing with the tight hole, dipping inside a little then coming back out to emphasize the meaning of his words.
With his chest heaving and his wrinkled brow collecting the few droplets of sweat that came from his hairline, Jongup parted his lips to speak.
“I want” He paused to swallow, “you”
Himchan nodded his head in understanding, lips forming a smirk on their own accord. He reached up to the night stand next to them for the lube he knew had to be in the drawer, when a hand halted his wrist. He looked at Jongup in confusion when the boy spoke, “I need you now. Please.”
He took a deep breath and swallowed hard. His tip angled at Jongup’s entrance, he looked up and waited for approval.
Jongup knew what he was asking for when he stopped Himchan’s hand. He knew the searing pain that would come, and the unbelievable pleasure that would soon follow. He just needed him. His eyes closed as he shook his head for the man to continue.
Himchan pushed in and his eyes almost rolled back at how unbelievably tight the other male was. Calming his own urges to snap his hips backwards and slam back in with full force, he nearly stilled his hips and leaned in to place feather light kisses along Jongup’s face. He smoothed out his brows with his lips, then trailed down to the tip of his nose. He placed a peck upon each eyelid and each cheek, finally landing on his lips and nibbling them in hopes to occupy his mind from the pain.
God was it pain.
“Don’t. Stop.” Jongup shook his head. His bangs matted to his forehead from all the sweat that drenched his body. Sweat that collected as he concentrated hard on not screaming out in agony.
His nails burrowed into the skin of Himchan’s neck. The pain that shot up his backside caused tears to form in the corner of his eyes. He felt as if he was being pulled apart by every nerve of his body; the strain that was being put on his muscles and the piercing fire that felt like he was being burned from the inside out was almost too much. But no this is what he wanted. It’s what he asked for.
“Shh Jongup. Breathe baby.” Himchan cooed into his ear, voice doing a magnificent job at calming and relaxing but not relieving the pain.
Himchan followed orders and didn’t stop until he was fully in to the hilt. Then he pulled out midway, only to enter again. He repeated this, each time pulling out farther and farther until he was only tip deep, before pushing all the way back in. The grunts below him indicated satisfaction more than discomfort, and it gave him the approval to quicken his pace.
“Faster”
One word.
That one command was the turning point.
Removing Jongup’s heels from his lower back and placing his feet on the floor, Himchan pushed his legs open as wide as they could go before grabbing his hips and forcing them down on the ground; adrenaline pumped through his veins, heightening the strength that helped him roughly keep the body below him in place. He pulled all the way out, then snapped forward, bringing Jongup’s hips toward him at the same time causing him to go deeper than Jongup could think imaginable. His back arched painfully off of the ground, feeling as if it would snap in two.
“There!” his voice croaked out a mess of moans and curses, Himchan’s name somewhere among the mix when his prostate was hit dead on.
“Fuck Uppie” Himchan groaned as he buried his head in the boys neck and abused the cluster of nerves located within his body.
Their voices rang throughout the room and bounced back to their ears off of the walls. The sounds of their moans and shaky breaths mixed with the sound of slick skin slapping became an erotic melody that neither wanted to end.
“Hyung-ungh I’m c-close” The pit of Jongup’s stomach tightened with a fastly approaching release. His toes curled at the sensations that seemed to come from ever nerve ending in his body.
“Hold out for me Uppie. Not yet.” Himchan wrapped a hand around Jongup’s erection. Pressing the pad of his thumb at the base and running it up the underside of his cock along the prominent vein, he squeezed the tip then gripped hard before returning back to the base and starting all over.
The alternating solace between Himchan in the middle of his thighs and the tight grip on his cock caused Jongup to thrash his head back and forth. The muscles in his stomach clenched and turned, warning that the heat pooling below would soon spring free.
Himchan was near the edge himself. His vision was beginning to blur with the all-consuming heat that was Moon Jongup. His body shook as everything built up on him at once. His hips lurched forward at a choppy pace, moves coming erratic and undirected.
In his final push forward, everything crashed down at the same time.
Sight was temporarily lost and replaced by the brightest white behind shut eyelids. Voices belted out groans that left throats sore and raw in their aftermath. Hips pushed through and muscled clenched as heartbeats evened out and the tingle of orgasm overrode their senses. The air surrounding them was laced with contentment and ecstasy.
Himchan gently pulled out, causing the boy beneath him to wince slightly. His body felt limp, numb, and empty of everything. He collapsed forward but still managed to not force all of his weight on Jongup.
He buried his nose in wet hair and kissed the side of his face.
“Thank you hyung” the statement came out in a whisper, meant only for his ears to capture.
“Mmm, what for?” the question was almost redundant. He knew what Jongup meant. The thought was enough to make his heart clench.
“For being here…with me.”
Himchan pulled back to look at the face in front of him. His eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply, signs of exhaustion and sleep evident.
Leaning in, he captured his lips with his own and kissed him to convey everything he was feeling inside. He wanted to tell the boy that he didn’t need to thank him for anything. That he deserved so much more than what he was getting.
He pulled away and cradled Jongup’s face in his hands before going in for quick pecks all over his face; Jongup giggled at the actions and pushed Himchan’s shoulders to get him off.
“Hyung quit” He laughed at the exasperated sigh the older let out and how he ‘acted’ as if he was hurt at being told to stop.
Himchan internally smiled at being able to make Jongup laugh. Even if it was for a short while, the boy needed some happiness in his life.
The two of them sat in a comfortable silence, sleep looming overhead and ready to rain upon them at any time. But a question bubbled up in Himchan’s throat that he just couldn’t let die.
“When will he be back?”
They never said his name. Even with all of the happiness the two brought each other, Himchan and Jongup never said his name. The boyfriend that owned the apartment they were currently in. The boyfriend that was never around to care for the precious boy he kept secret from the world. The boyfriend that pretended he didn’t exist in the eyes of others, and at home in the privacy of just the two of them.
Jongup sighed to himself, “He said Beijing.”
Himchan scoffed outloud, “Are you sure that’s where he is?”
Jongup could only shake his head. “The office confirmed the place. But I’m not sure about the time.”
“How long?”
“Two to three weeks”
“Jesus Jongup, and let me guess, he called you from the airport to tell you he wouldn’t be home for dinner for a few days? I’m so sick of his shit. He wants to pretend like you aren’t even alive who the hell eve-“
“Hyung enough.”
Himchan quieted down. He could tell he was upsetting the younger, but he couldn’t help it. Just the thought of that douche bag and that Jongup wouldn’t leave him because everything he had revolved around this guy.
“Why haven’t you packed up and left him yet?”
“You know I cant do that Himchan-hyung. Leaving him means the end of my office career. We both know he would come up with a reason to get me fired.”
“Not if you quit before.”
“Hyung what am I supposed to do without a job?”
“Easy. Move in with me. I’ll take care of you.”
Jongup let out a halfhearted giggle.
“It’s not that simple. I can’t live across the hall from him.”
“Then we will move. There it’s settled. See? Easy”
He shook his head, ”No its not hyung. I can’t let you do that for me.”
Things got quiet. Both in their own thoughts.
Would Himchan really take care of him if he decided to leave? Would he pick up and move his home just that easily?
Himchan thought this over in his head, and then it hit him. Yes. Yes he would.
“It wouldn’t be for you”
Jongup looked over to the man who was now laying his head on his shoulder. “What?”
“The move. It wouldn’t be for just you. It would be for us.”
Jongup smiled to himself and let the words replay over in his mind.
“Jongup?”
“Yes hyung?”
“Why didn’t you just sit the laundry basket on the floor then open your door?”
When Jongup’s ears reddened and he stammered out his explanation, Himchan narrowed his eyes at him. Apparently he was waiting on him to get off the elevator, and he knew his neighbor would “come to his rescue”.
You little shit…
Pairing: HimUp
Rating: NC-17
Summary:
If he asks later....I'm just your neighbor
A/N: I suck at summary things guys. Idk. This was totally inspired by Travis Garland's Neighbor so click click away! This is result of too much Travis and an overactive imagination. Also, its the beginning of something bigger....I have plans for this AU so just keep your eyes open! Um...I dont think I have anything else to say? So yeah enjoy the read?
Disclaimer:I in no way own these boys, no matter how much i would love to have them in my closet....No not in a creepy way Geez!
The hustle and bustle of day was enough to tire anyone. It was a long day and it began with an extremely early start of looking over the financial history of a very new, very important company whose business would not only put Himchan on the map in the firm, but would also have him considered for Partner status. But the work was enough to make his head spin. Not to mention, it was just Monday and he was already anticipating the end of the week. He thought about the impending deadlines waiting for him at the office and all he could do was sigh heavily; loosening the blue tie around his neck, he pushed the button for the elevator in his apartment building to close its doors and deliver him to his home five floors above. Why was it just Monday?
Please get me home.
Anyone who knew Himchan knew that the young man didn’t hate his job. In fact he loved working in one of the top accounting firms in Seoul. He was good at what he did. Being a Senior Manager in his department with some of the most well-known companies coming to his office for financial advice gave him a sense of importance over his peers. Not to mention the hefty price they pay him to keep their monetary secrets was enough to feed his love for the finer things.
But this upcoming week, he had a shit load of stress coming his way.
It was going to nearly kill him.
He could feel it.
He popped the top two buttons on his shirt so he could finally breathe. He had felt so congested; trapped in his business attire. Stuffing his hand in the pocket of his grey dress slacks, he searched for the key to his apartment. The little tarnished gold key freefalling when he removed his hand, he really needed to get a key chain or something for it.
He bent down to pick up the small metal piece as the doors opened, doors that revealed a younger man standing at the door opposite of Himchan’s apartment, struggling to open his own door with a basket of laundry perched and wobbling on his thigh as he tried to unlock it.
Himchan stepped off the elevator and walked towards the other, shaking his head at the display.
He grabbed the basket and motioned for the seemingly shocked boy to continue opening the door now that his hands were free.
The two stepped inside together; Himchan placing the basket on the table that was right off from the door, the other closing and locking the door behind.
They stood facing each other in the little area of the apartment’s entrance. The young man stood still; his mouth in a tight line as he made eye contact with the man before him.
“Thank you.” He said quietly, more so to himself than to Himchan.
Himchan just nodded with a subtle hum resounding from his throat in acknowledgement.
Himchan had shoved his hands into his pockets as his fingers began twitching to get a hold of something, anything. The air surrounding them filled with electricity that buzzed past their ears, waves that radiated from one to the other. Each sensing just how close the other was, bodies reacting to the proximity between them.
The young man spoke again, clearing his throat so that his voice wouldn’t have any trouble escaping his lips. “W-would you like something to drink?”
He stepped forward to walk past Himchan, not waiting for an answer to his attempt at small talk, but the latter grabbed his wrist as he passed, pulling him back into his eyesight.
They stood for what felt like hours, staring at each other and assessing the situation. The situation that held so many possibilities.
Oh the possibilities.
A visible spark happened between the two as the both had the same realization simultaneously.
This was happening now.
Himchan broke his revere and stalked forward with dark eyes that glinted with a hint of mischief. The other male swallowed hard as he walked backwards; his back touching the wall as he licked his lips in anticipation.
One collided with the other, forcing them both towards the wall until a head fell backwards against the hard surface, exposing the man’s neck and the vein that protruded with the pain in the back of his skull.
Oh the possibilities
Heart shaped lips met with skin under a jaw line, a whimpering man coming fastly undone by just the closeness of Himchan as he was pinned against the wall in the entrance to his apartment.
Himchan traced his lips along the underside of a tensed jaw, making their way to a slightly chapped bottom lip that was captured between top teeth in attempts to keep calm. Running his thumb over the boy’s chin, fingertip playing with his bottom lip, he coaxed it to come out.
He licked his own lips, watching as the others lip slowly pulled from underneath the grip of his teeth, and popped out a little swollen from being bitten so hard.
Himchan attacked the set of lips before him, attempting to devour everything he could. He swept his tongue across the boy’s mouth right before grabbing hold of his bottom lip with his teeth and gently pulling on it.
The other male was mentally gone, his knees buckling from being shown so much attention. His heart beat so loudly in his ears; he thought he would probably go deaf from the sound. His blood ran hot through his veins, veins that mapped their way through numbing limbs that seemed to do nothing but tingle with the feel of a tongue that wasn't his own, praising his mouth. The lack of breath in his body adding to the lightheaded feeling that was rapidly overwhelming him. His mouth was slack, all he could do was receive the kisses, body unable to respond.
They both broke apart with a loud smack in attempts to replenish their lungs with oxygen.
"Fuck Uppie" Himchan all but growled as he placed open mouthed kisses along a bobbing Adam's apple and swept across sharp collar bones.
"Hyung please" the younger male pleaded with the man before him, he couldn't handle this. Foreplay and adornment in kisses was too much for him. Just the way the older man’s tongue lapped at the dip between his collar bones was enough to bring him to the edge, and he didn’t want that. He wanted needed the feeling of being filled by Himchan before he could explode.
"Tell me what you want baby" Himchan purred against the boys neck and felt the shiver that ran through his body at the sound of his gravelly voice. "I can't help you if you don't tell me". He nipped at the pierced ear, tongue occasionally peeking out to play with the small black ring in his lobe, earning a whimper in response.
This was so new to the boy. He was never allowed to be vocal in what he wanted. On the rare times he was even touched by his boyfriend, it always followed orders of how he wanted things.
Himchan wasn’t like that.
Something he would have to get used to.
"Hmm?? I can't hear you Uppie...." He slid his hand between their bodies to palm the growing bulge of the boy’s jeans. Hand kneading and pressing to get his point across, the boy let out a mangled moan.
"Hyung....please..."
"Tell me what you want hyung to do to you Jongup."
That was another thing. His boyfriend never said his name with such passion.
Just Himchan’s gentle tone alone was enough to make Jongup’s stomach coil with his impending release.
Feeding off of the mix of curses and moans, Himchan's right hand snaked its way under Jongup's shirt, fingers skimming prominent hip bones as they danced across developed abs, walking their way upwards, stopping to pinch and twist the erect nubs on his chest.
"Himchan Hyung!!!" Jongup yelped with pleasure, only making Himchan work harder at his ministrations.
"Hmm?" Himchan loved this; the sight before him. He loved the way the others face would flush slightly as he was somewhat embarrassed at his actions. He loved the way his skin tasted, its flavor peculiarly something that only belonged to Jongup. He relished in the way he was able to give him everything he wanted and needed, something his pathetic boyfriend couldn’t.
Wanting to see the skin he was playing with, he stopped his movements, getting a protesting whimper, and grabbed the hem of the thin t-shirt, pulling it up and over Jongup's head.
Himchan's eyes raked over the boy’s body, greedily drinking in his flawless appearance. He watched the chest before him rise and fall rapidly as Jongup tried to catch his breath. He would never get enough of him. He leaned forward to capture an already tortured nipple between his teeth, rotating it between his grip, and lapping at the abused flesh with the tip of his tongue.
A strong hand slid through his brown locks, gripping hard to hold his head in place.
Jongup was out of breath and patience. If this didn’t end soon he would cum before he was ready to do so. He tried with all of his might to fight for control, oh how he wanted to pull the older man into the bedroom and let him screw his brains loose, but he couldn't form any coherent thoughts besides Himchan's name running through his mind.
But he would try none the less.
”Him-ah hyung” Jongup panted with his eyes screwed shut.
“Hmm?” Himchan hummed around Jongup’s nipple, acknowledging the younger’s voice.
“Hyung, bed-ungh bedro- ah please”
Himchan thought about the mangled request from the excited boy beneath him. Sure he had absolutely no problem fucking him until his screams came out hoarse, and sure he had no problem doing this in any place in the younger boy’s apartment. But he wanted to go to their bedroom? The only room in which they hadn’t been in? The only place throughout the home in which the two of them had not christened in some shape or form?
Considering that he was indeed about to devour someone who technically was not his without a second thought, being in their bedroom, in their bed, was almost….rude.
He pulled back to look at Jongup’s face, his features twisted in pure discomfort at the idea of being in his bed.
“Jongup I-“
“Hyung please”
The dark lust in his eyes mixed with his pleading face was enough to make Himchan nod and allow the younger to grab his hand and pull him in the direction of the bed.
He walked into the room and it was just like the rest of the apartment. Sleek. Clean. Masculine with a hint of femininity. It screamed importance and it was enough to make Himchan sick to his stomach.
The door clicked behind him and he turned to see a newly nervous Jongup rotating his bottom lip between his teeth as he picked with invisible lint on his jeans.
Himchan walked towards him, being careful with each step; he reached forward to place his hand under the boy’s chin and nudge him to make him look up.
Jongup lifted his head, but still refused to look him in his eyes, attention averting throughout the room.
His chest expanded slowly as he took a deep breath, eyes coming in contact with dark brown ones that were trained on his face. Why was he so nervous? Was it because this was something he shouldn’t be doing? Was his conscious finally letting him have it and causing him to realize that what he has been doing with his neighbor for the past few months was wrong?
The look in the olders eyes made Jongup’s heart clench. Himchan really did care for him. It’s why his feelings were so conflicted. He cared for Himchan too. But he was in a relationship. A tricky one at that. He just wasn’t used to so much attention on him. It was maddening. For once he had something that wasn’t full of lust.
Himchan wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pulling him into an embrace. Jongup’s arms placed his arms around Himchan’s waist as he buried his head in the man’s neck, breathing in the scent of his cologne.
They stood in that position for a moment, Himchan running his hands up and down his back occasionally, fingers splaying out on his skin and curling in so his nails could run up and down his spine lightly. He could feel Jongup shiver in his hold and his eyelashes flutter against the skin of his neck.
Jongup looked up slowly, his face mere inches away from Himchan, his eyes almost crossing as he tried to focus on his face.
Himchan smiled at the boy in his arms and leaned in to place his lips on his forehead.
Jongup let his eyes slip shut as lips ghosted across his face, kissing his nose, each eyelid, both cheeks, and finally a light peck on his lips. It made his insides melt.
He reopened his eyes to the face he adored much more than he should.
Lips captured lips in the gentlest kiss the two had shared to date. There was no battle of tongues for dominance or teeth clashing together sloppily. Lips glided together in a slow, languid pace; dancing together in a way that conveyed affection and love more so than passion and lust. This was beautiful and it made Jongup feel like he was floating but, now he wanted to be loved all over. Not to mention his previous erection never willed itself away, even if his thoughts ran left field for a moment. He was still horny dammit.
Subtlety was something Jongup could teach a class on. Or atleast that’s what Himchan thought when he realized the buttons on his shirt were being slowly popped open. He almost rolled his eyes at the younger’s actions and decided to help him out by removing his tie.
With his shirt completely removed, Jongup ran his fingers up and down milky white skin, loving how soft it was under his fingertips.
Himchan knew they wouldn’t make it to the mattress. He knew it because Jongup was starting to get needy with his movements. His hands skimming over his belt buckle in attempts to hurriedly get pants down. He knew it because there was a new air surrounding them. This wasn’t the same as earlier when they were both a panting mess. They were both full of smiles and laughter as they kissed and caressed and gripped each other’s skin while they fell to the carpeted floor along with the rest of their clothing.
Scrambling for purchase on the duvet cover on the bed, Himchan’s hands gripped the material, knuckles white as he watched the lean muscles climb onto his lap and hips grind downward onto his leaking erection.
“Fuck Jongup” The words came out in a mess of syllables and labored breaths.
Himchan learned early on in their relationship that the younger rarely received praise or attention. It took him a moment to get comfortable enough to voice what he wanted or to show his emotions. But, when he had the nerve to do it, everyone involved benefitted from it.
Letting him have the reigns was definitely more beneficial.
Himchan sunk his body lower, back almost flush with the floor as Jongup’s hips went work on him in tandem with his hands and mouth. He was everywhere. All he could see, feel, breathe, taste, think, was Jongup.
Sweat slicked hands ran up his sides as a hot tongue skimmed across the underside of Himchan’s neck. Teeth biting down long and hard; skin nearly breaking before soothing laps relieved the sore areas; harsh sucks being delivered onto the very areas being shown attention. Nails scraping skin and leaving pink trails in their wake;
Himchan screamed with the mix of pain and arousal, not knowing which one he enjoyed more.
Jongup was marking his territory, and Himchan was his.
A lone finger trailed down Himchan’s chest, dipping into his naval, hovering over the hot erection beneath him.
The skin was smooth as silk in Jongup’s grip. Heat radiated through his body at the feel, a shudder racking through his spine so hard till his eyes fluttered shut. He swallowed hard and gripped tight, his hand slowly smoothing up and down the shaft at an agonizing pace.
Himchan bucked upwards in hopes that the younger would speed up, relieving the pressure that was slowly building in the pit of his stomach. But Jongup wasn’t having any of that. He took his free hand and dug his short nails into an unmarred hip bone.
Jongup then scraped a blunt thumb nail into the slit, causing the body below him to jerk forward.
“Relax hyung” His voiced dripped with promises of no release, a mocking tone that caused Himchan to whimper when the sound reached his ears.
Mind zoned out from the excruciatingly lazy work of Jongup’s wrist, Himchan felt fingers nudge at his lips.
“Suck” He focused on the face in front of his own, eyes locking on glazed over ones while he thoroughly soaked the digits between his lips. Neither man’s gaze faltered as each finger was being coated with saliva; Jongup noted somewhere in his brain that Himchan’s lips spread beautifully around his fingers, but would be even more gorgeous around his aching member.
As if on cue, Himchan hummed around his fingers, signal shooting straight to his cock; pre-cum beginning to leak droplets around the tip at the vibration.
Jongup pulled his hand away, replacing them with his mouth, capturing those pretty lips with his own. Teeth connecting in a frenzied pace he set in order to distract himself.
“Ungh” He moaned and grunted into the open mouth below him as his own spit soaked fingers breeched the first ring of muscles past his entrance. Jongup held in his breath, fighting past the pain of three fingers in one go. His head fell backwards and his eyes shut tight as he scissored himself in Himchan’s lap. The older male could only watch with a slack jaw at the sight before him.
“Himchan-hyung” The name fell barely from reddened lips, pain and pleasure mixing and taking his breath away. “I-ungh”
Himchan’s chest rose up and down at a rapid speed, breath coming quicker as he watched in awe, in awe of the magnificent scene set before him.
“Hyu-ahhh!” Jongup’s back arched and his bottom lifted off the body below. He found it. Curling his fingers again at the same angle, he screamed at the blinding white satisfaction that consumed his entire body.
Himchan furrowed his brows at the display; a growl that rippled deep from within his stomach erupted from is lips and his body flipped their positions before he nor Jongup realized what was going on.
“Uppie” His voice dripped with sex and desire; lips wrapping around the name in such a seductive manor it caused Jongup’s length to twitch against his stomach.
Himchan clicked his tongue in wonderment, “I cant let you have all the fun now can I?”
He grabbed both of the boy’s wrists and placed them around his neck, and then dug his nails into slightly tanned thighs and wrapped them around his waist. His hands trailed down the sweaty skin of Jongup’s back and palmed the curve of his ass right before giving it a hard squeeze.
“Now Uppie…” His fingers slipped between the boy’s cheeks, “…tell hyung exactly what it is that you want”. His index finger playing with the tight hole, dipping inside a little then coming back out to emphasize the meaning of his words.
With his chest heaving and his wrinkled brow collecting the few droplets of sweat that came from his hairline, Jongup parted his lips to speak.
“I want” He paused to swallow, “you”
Himchan nodded his head in understanding, lips forming a smirk on their own accord. He reached up to the night stand next to them for the lube he knew had to be in the drawer, when a hand halted his wrist. He looked at Jongup in confusion when the boy spoke, “I need you now. Please.”
He took a deep breath and swallowed hard. His tip angled at Jongup’s entrance, he looked up and waited for approval.
Jongup knew what he was asking for when he stopped Himchan’s hand. He knew the searing pain that would come, and the unbelievable pleasure that would soon follow. He just needed him. His eyes closed as he shook his head for the man to continue.
Himchan pushed in and his eyes almost rolled back at how unbelievably tight the other male was. Calming his own urges to snap his hips backwards and slam back in with full force, he nearly stilled his hips and leaned in to place feather light kisses along Jongup’s face. He smoothed out his brows with his lips, then trailed down to the tip of his nose. He placed a peck upon each eyelid and each cheek, finally landing on his lips and nibbling them in hopes to occupy his mind from the pain.
God was it pain.
“Don’t. Stop.” Jongup shook his head. His bangs matted to his forehead from all the sweat that drenched his body. Sweat that collected as he concentrated hard on not screaming out in agony.
His nails burrowed into the skin of Himchan’s neck. The pain that shot up his backside caused tears to form in the corner of his eyes. He felt as if he was being pulled apart by every nerve of his body; the strain that was being put on his muscles and the piercing fire that felt like he was being burned from the inside out was almost too much. But no this is what he wanted. It’s what he asked for.
“Shh Jongup. Breathe baby.” Himchan cooed into his ear, voice doing a magnificent job at calming and relaxing but not relieving the pain.
Himchan followed orders and didn’t stop until he was fully in to the hilt. Then he pulled out midway, only to enter again. He repeated this, each time pulling out farther and farther until he was only tip deep, before pushing all the way back in. The grunts below him indicated satisfaction more than discomfort, and it gave him the approval to quicken his pace.
“Faster”
One word.
That one command was the turning point.
Removing Jongup’s heels from his lower back and placing his feet on the floor, Himchan pushed his legs open as wide as they could go before grabbing his hips and forcing them down on the ground; adrenaline pumped through his veins, heightening the strength that helped him roughly keep the body below him in place. He pulled all the way out, then snapped forward, bringing Jongup’s hips toward him at the same time causing him to go deeper than Jongup could think imaginable. His back arched painfully off of the ground, feeling as if it would snap in two.
“There!” his voice croaked out a mess of moans and curses, Himchan’s name somewhere among the mix when his prostate was hit dead on.
“Fuck Uppie” Himchan groaned as he buried his head in the boys neck and abused the cluster of nerves located within his body.
Their voices rang throughout the room and bounced back to their ears off of the walls. The sounds of their moans and shaky breaths mixed with the sound of slick skin slapping became an erotic melody that neither wanted to end.
“Hyung-ungh I’m c-close” The pit of Jongup’s stomach tightened with a fastly approaching release. His toes curled at the sensations that seemed to come from ever nerve ending in his body.
“Hold out for me Uppie. Not yet.” Himchan wrapped a hand around Jongup’s erection. Pressing the pad of his thumb at the base and running it up the underside of his cock along the prominent vein, he squeezed the tip then gripped hard before returning back to the base and starting all over.
The alternating solace between Himchan in the middle of his thighs and the tight grip on his cock caused Jongup to thrash his head back and forth. The muscles in his stomach clenched and turned, warning that the heat pooling below would soon spring free.
Himchan was near the edge himself. His vision was beginning to blur with the all-consuming heat that was Moon Jongup. His body shook as everything built up on him at once. His hips lurched forward at a choppy pace, moves coming erratic and undirected.
In his final push forward, everything crashed down at the same time.
Sight was temporarily lost and replaced by the brightest white behind shut eyelids. Voices belted out groans that left throats sore and raw in their aftermath. Hips pushed through and muscled clenched as heartbeats evened out and the tingle of orgasm overrode their senses. The air surrounding them was laced with contentment and ecstasy.
Himchan gently pulled out, causing the boy beneath him to wince slightly. His body felt limp, numb, and empty of everything. He collapsed forward but still managed to not force all of his weight on Jongup.
He buried his nose in wet hair and kissed the side of his face.
“Thank you hyung” the statement came out in a whisper, meant only for his ears to capture.
“Mmm, what for?” the question was almost redundant. He knew what Jongup meant. The thought was enough to make his heart clench.
“For being here…with me.”
Himchan pulled back to look at the face in front of him. His eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply, signs of exhaustion and sleep evident.
Leaning in, he captured his lips with his own and kissed him to convey everything he was feeling inside. He wanted to tell the boy that he didn’t need to thank him for anything. That he deserved so much more than what he was getting.
He pulled away and cradled Jongup’s face in his hands before going in for quick pecks all over his face; Jongup giggled at the actions and pushed Himchan’s shoulders to get him off.
“Hyung quit” He laughed at the exasperated sigh the older let out and how he ‘acted’ as if he was hurt at being told to stop.
Himchan internally smiled at being able to make Jongup laugh. Even if it was for a short while, the boy needed some happiness in his life.
The two of them sat in a comfortable silence, sleep looming overhead and ready to rain upon them at any time. But a question bubbled up in Himchan’s throat that he just couldn’t let die.
“When will he be back?”
They never said his name. Even with all of the happiness the two brought each other, Himchan and Jongup never said his name. The boyfriend that owned the apartment they were currently in. The boyfriend that was never around to care for the precious boy he kept secret from the world. The boyfriend that pretended he didn’t exist in the eyes of others, and at home in the privacy of just the two of them.
Jongup sighed to himself, “He said Beijing.”
Himchan scoffed outloud, “Are you sure that’s where he is?”
Jongup could only shake his head. “The office confirmed the place. But I’m not sure about the time.”
“How long?”
“Two to three weeks”
“Jesus Jongup, and let me guess, he called you from the airport to tell you he wouldn’t be home for dinner for a few days? I’m so sick of his shit. He wants to pretend like you aren’t even alive who the hell eve-“
“Hyung enough.”
Himchan quieted down. He could tell he was upsetting the younger, but he couldn’t help it. Just the thought of that douche bag and that Jongup wouldn’t leave him because everything he had revolved around this guy.
“Why haven’t you packed up and left him yet?”
“You know I cant do that Himchan-hyung. Leaving him means the end of my office career. We both know he would come up with a reason to get me fired.”
“Not if you quit before.”
“Hyung what am I supposed to do without a job?”
“Easy. Move in with me. I’ll take care of you.”
Jongup let out a halfhearted giggle.
“It’s not that simple. I can’t live across the hall from him.”
“Then we will move. There it’s settled. See? Easy”
He shook his head, ”No its not hyung. I can’t let you do that for me.”
Things got quiet. Both in their own thoughts.
Would Himchan really take care of him if he decided to leave? Would he pick up and move his home just that easily?
Himchan thought this over in his head, and then it hit him. Yes. Yes he would.
“It wouldn’t be for you”
Jongup looked over to the man who was now laying his head on his shoulder. “What?”
“The move. It wouldn’t be for just you. It would be for us.”
Jongup smiled to himself and let the words replay over in his mind.
“Jongup?”
“Yes hyung?”
“Why didn’t you just sit the laundry basket on the floor then open your door?”
When Jongup’s ears reddened and he stammered out his explanation, Himchan narrowed his eyes at him. Apparently he was waiting on him to get off the elevator, and he knew his neighbor would “come to his rescue”.
You little shit…