meet me halfway (yewook)
title: meet me halfway
fandom: super junior. yesung & ryeowook.
warning: nc-17 for flowers and bunnies and rainbows! /bricked
summary: jongwoon and ryeowook go beyond the rules of an established tuner-and-driver relationship.
for
chibi_roses , happy birthday! (this isn't the office porno that you wanted, but that one went all wrong and stale. i'm sorry. forgive me?)
and this is for the people who wanted moar porn ficcage by me. and will soon regret it.
* tokyo drift - teriyaki boyz * outfit that is similiar to ryeowook's tuner outfit. just the cap and overalls, lol.
The best thing about tuners was that they were interchangeable to fit how your day was going. And today, or to be specific tonight, was a day that Jongwoon needed something to fit into how his schedule was going. He had a race to compete in tomorrow, and he needed all the right preparations.
So it made Jongwoon a little surprised when he pulled his car up to the garage, right next to an unfamiliar figure. Realization swallowed him up when the surprise didn't seem as bad as he thought it was going to be, once he took a look at the smile that showed under the cap it was hiding behind.
“Who are you?” he took one foot off the pedal and waited for his engine to cool down. During that particular moment, his finger happened to brush his car's steering wheel and he was then reminded of the feeling of knowing every single detail of his car. Sometimes, he thought he knew his car better than himself. Sometimes.
He put himself back to attention and became aware of the surroundings and the people who were around him. There was only one person that seemed to be by himself in this garage and it wasn't his usual tuner, a decrepit old man who had extensive knowledge about cars. “Where's the old man? Are you his family?”
“No,” is what he got as an answer and a boyish grin followed after it. Jongwoon examined the person who was quick to answer him in short answers. As he took a closer look, he noticed that the person he was speaking to had very young-looking features. He looked too young to be in the business of car tuning, much less even being here. But he looked old enough for Jongwoon to sink his curiosity into. Handsome, too. Maybe it was the cheekbones that did it for him.
“So you're a tuner then?” Jongwoon asked in an unconvinced voice. The boy nodded and his silence took an effect on Jongwoon. It made him see the boy in other lights that weren't the garage's high-beamed ones.
Jongwoon moved his hand until he had it propped on his car door and started tapping it to the beats of his voice. “So what's your name, then?” Deep down inside, what he really wanted, was this boy's story.
“Kim Ryeowook,” the boy answered in that same way that sounded harmonious to one's ears. His lips barely budged to speak, but Jongwoon thought it was because it was pulled into an innocent smile.
Jongwoon licked his lips, wanting to wipe off the boy's smile with his tongue. Sitting here, right in front of Ryeowook, was a much better deal than he had expected.
But it didn't stop Jongwoon from doubting this boy's abilities with cars. Ryeowook may have been gorgeous, but did he have the talent to work with his car? Jongwoon didn't just let anybody come up to his car and handle it. His racing car was too precious for him to put it in hands that didn't know its details the way he knew it.
But the longer he stared at Ryeowook, the more he forgot about the preparations that were needed. He was pretty sure that by the direction that the night and his mind were going in, he wasn't going to let this stranger have a touch and feel of his car without going through some type of initiation. And by the way Ryeowook's hips poked out of his baggy overalls meant that car tuning wasn't his only profession.
“What it'll be today?” Ryeowook asked, already assuming that Jongwoon wanted him to be the one to make the adjustments. The slight confidence of this boy gave Jongwoon a rise in his chest and in order to support it, Jongwoon had to lean back on his bucket seats, which had been installed in there just for him. He looked up at Ryeowook, who was standing patiently with a wrench in one hand and another that was loosely placed on his hip. Since this tuner was never supposed to be in his plans at all, he would have to switch them around so things wouldn't screw up.
“I have a race tomorrow,” Jongwoon pointed out. He waved a hand over to his hood. “Why don't you go check to see if everything is in a good enough condition?”
Of course, he knew that his car didn't need to be double-checked. It was too efficient for that. Checking it would simply be a waste of time. This was only a test to see if Ryeowook had any common knowledge of cars.
He watched for Ryeowook's face to twitch nervously, but he couldn't see any. Ryeowook just smiled, loosened up his body, and turned around so he could walk over to where Jongwoon was directing him to. Jongwoon wondered if this was some trick that his other racing opponents had sent him beforehand. Because no car tuner walked in a way that could be that distracting. The way Ryeowook swayed, the way his ass shifted in his clothing, could be enough to turn a street race into a multi-car crash. Or that was how Jongwoon thought of it as he dragged his eyes up and down the backside of his substitute tuner.
“Streeted car, huh?” Ryeowook's voice interrupted the thoughts that Jongwoon was having of him. It reminded him that he might have been staring a little too long at his tuner, but thoughts couldn't be helped. There weren't that many good-looking tuners in the world, except for a few girls who knew more about designing them than actually modifying them. They didn't count.
So he knows car terms, Jongwoon thought. He had an odd liking for people that knew their stuff, who spoke the same language as him. It was better when they looked as good as Ryeowook did, who was standing over the hood in droopy overalls that looked like they could fall off at any moment.
“It's the best,” Jongwoon always remembered to take every moment to brag about what he was in possession of. Especially when it was to glorify his car.
Ryeowook didn't nod this time. Instead, he covered his giggle with the glove he had on.
“What if it isn't the best?” he dared to ask and what he was saying shook Jongwoon's attitude up a little. He never liked it when people underestimated his car. But this boy was just a tuner. He wasn't even the one who was supposed to handle it.
Then Ryeowook continued to talk.
“You can give your car the best,” Ryeowook's hands fell from his face and his palms dropped flat on the hood. He started drawing invisible circles in tantalizing motions. Jongwoon usually hated it when people did that, dirtying up his car for no apparent reason. But Ryeowook wasn't just touching his car, he was teasing it with his fingers. Jongwoon didn't know if he was the type of man who got turned on very easily, or if Ryeowook was just a person who knew what kind of aura he was giving off.
“You can give your car the best,” Ryeowook repeated, continuing where he had left off. “But it's always going to depend on the driver in the race.”
“I know that,” Jongwoon leaned forward in his seat. His eyebrow twitched at the low hit that Ryeowook's words blew towards him. “Wait, what do you mean by that?” Don't tell me that this tuner, this stranger, is degrading my driving skills.
Ryeowook stopped his finger movements and lifted his hands off the hood. He shrugged his shoulders, pretending to be dumb. One of the braces of his overalls slipped off his shoulder, pulling down some of the shirt he had on. Jongwoon felt some air escape from him as he took in the sight of Ryeowook's exposed shoulder blade and collarbone. It was curved perfectly, glistening in the ceiling's lights as if a body like that was built for desires and sex.
When Ryeowook made no move to fix his clothing, that was when Jongwoon had enough of the chit-chat. The two of them weren't getting anywhere if they kept on acting like this. It's not like he and his car needed the check up anyway. He just wanted Ryeowook.
He could see Ryeowook's blank face turning into more of a promiscuous one as he watched Jongwoon's hands search through his glove compartment. He finally found what he needed, a bottle of lube that was kept away for such purposes, and closed his glove compartment after taking it out and dropping it in the pocket of his jeans. Then he carefully got out of the car, testing Ryeowook's patience.
“Are you going to show me what you got?” Ryeowook asked from afar and Jongwoon didn't know what he was talking about, because he could have been talking about anything. But it didn't stop him from turning Ryeowook around by the shoulders and closing off the distance between them.
“Not unless you show me if you have what it takes,” Jongwoon said, knowing that he was going beyond the rules of an established tuner-and-driver relationship. He told himself that he was simply reforming it, giving himself permission to pull down the braces of Ryeowook's overalls. He tried his best to do it slow, to lengthen the patience that Ryeowook had for him, but then more skin was getting uncovered and Jongwoon had the growing urge to see all of it. So the clothes he was tugging onto fell down in a cluttered mess at their feet and Ryeowook pulled his undershirt over his head. His cap flew off his head, revealing messy, black hair from underneath. It made Ryeowook look even more like the gorgeous slut he was, and less of a professional tuner.
When he looked exactly the way that Jongwoon preferred him, had been dreaming of him since he pulled into the garage, a laugh escaped from the devious smile that was painted on Ryeowook's face. Jongwoon couldn't help but to let out his own, a throaty laugh that echoed out of his mouth, before he pressed a hard kiss to Ryeowook's lips. The tuner tasted nice, sweet even.
“Why do you still have your clothes on?” Ryeowook questioned from the ends of their attached lips and Jongwoon pulled back. He left his hands on Ryeowook, letting them slide down his lower back until they reached his ass. Without guilt, he grabbed a handful and enjoyed the high-pitched sound that came out of Ryeowook because of it. He forgot about the question that Ryeowook had asked him just a few seconds ago, but he wasn't planning to answer it anyway. Ryeowook had also seemed to have forgotten about it, too. He was too preoccupied with the hands that were roaming the expansion of his ass to demand for the answer.
Jongwoon's hands let go and traveled to Ryeowook's hips to grab on instead. He threw his naked form on the closed hood, pretending not the hear the boy's sharp gasp or the clatter of metal and skin hitting each other. He didn't care if his car was going to get a hole bored into it. But he didn't think it was going to get damaged in any way. Ryeowook's skin was too smooth to be able to do such things.
He bent over Ryeowook's splayed out body, spreading apart his legs with one hand. His other hand was behind his back to dig into his pocket. While it was back there, his hand was ruffling with his car keys and his wallet, trying to find the bottle of lube that he had dropped in there earlier. His hand finally made contact with the bottle and he brought it out to dangle in front of Ryeowook's face. The boy's eyes followed the tube as it made a trail down his skin until it stopped at its mark. He watched Jongwoon unscrew the cap, dabbing his fingers inside of the mixture until they were slathered and ready. Ryeowook dropped his back on the hood and spread his legs, waiting for Jongwoon to give him his best.
He tried not to let his body squirm around on the hood as Jongwoon's fingers pushed inside of him. But for Jongwoon's case, he tried to be careful and slow with Ryeowook so the poor boy wouldn't have to bang the back of his head on his hood. It was difficult to spend his sweet time on him, because seeing Ryeowook in such a distraught position and feeling him tighten around his digits made him want to speed up the process. He wanted to spread more pain to Ryeowook, to give him the right amount that would be enough to put him back in his place. He wanted to fuck him because Ryeowook had underestimated him. But he also wanted to fuck him because Ryeowook was begging him to.
“That badly?” Jongwoon asked him and Ryeowook nodded feverishly in return. His hands scrambled on top of the hood until one of them found the hand that Jongwoon was holding onto the car with. Ryeowook pried it off, almost making the other fingers lose their pace inside of him. Jongwoon felt Ryeowook using his hand to slide all over his body, over the parts that needed to be touched before slipping them into his mouth to suck on. Jongwoon bit down on his bottom lip, because he could feel himself inside of Ryeowook's body and the hot caverns of his mouth.
He pulled all of his fingers out and stepped back so he could take off his shirt. The garage was getting too humid and hot for clothing and the film of sweat that had covered Ryeowook's body proved how high the temperature was going. After he balled up his shirt and threw it into an empty space, Ryeowook pushed himself up so he could sling his arms over Jongwoon's naked shoulders. He clamped his mouth onto Jongwoon's desperately, running their tongues across each other. Jongwoon could taste the same mouth that was sucking on his fingers, and he found himself wanting more and more of what the tuner had to offer.
“Fuck me,” Ryeowook ordered and Jongwoon grinned, liking this person more than he should be.
He had to step back again, pulling Ryeowook off the hood along with him. The boy let him, he was in too much of a daze to make any complaint about how Jongwoon wanted things to be organized. Because he too, wanted this badly and his eyes were reflecting it. Jongwoon sweetly gave him a kiss before twisting his body around and slamming him down on the hood, enjoying the tiny hiss that escaped from the boy's throat. He came behind him, resting his hands on his hips again. He tugged at them until he had Ryeowook's entrance positioned in front of him. Then he leaned his whole body over Ryeowook as he entered the tight space inside of him. He wanted to feel Ryeowook's body quake with every thrust.
“Oh-oh fuck-” Ryeowook swore under his breath and he tried to control his pulsating nerves by scratching his fingernails into the exterior of the car. Jongwoon crushed his fingers in one swift movement, because he still had to pay mind to his own car. He was not going to buy another paint job, no matter how excruciating and sexy it was when Ryeowook tried to grasp onto the nearest surface for support.
He thrusted slowly into Ryeowook, giving him what he wanted in short bursts of seconds. Ryeowook obliged by pushing his ass back, wanting to have all of Jongwoon inside him.
Jongwoon moved forward and he could see the slutty look on his tuner's face in the shiny reflection of his car. His mouth was curved in the shape of an “o”, with pleasurable moans unraveling from the tip of his tongue. When all of his heavy breaths rolled out, he would bite his lip, trying to stimulate himself as he took in Jongwoon's length. But it was too much for him to handle, so he had to rest his forehead again on top of the hood while Jongwoon plunged inside of him, nearly losing his mind when Ryeowook's heat tightened around his cock.
Right before he was about to forgive Ryeowook, he remembered the stinging that he got from Ryeowook's so-called advice and it re-lighted the fire that made him want to prolong this. So he dropped the hand that he was using to hold onto Ryeowook's hip and his fingers danced around on his skin until it reached the boy's cock. It was already neglected and dripping with come when his hand came towards it, and just to stir him from the unconsciousness, he wrapped his fingers around it. His thumb nudged the slit, and Ryeowook's body turned into a mess, if it hadn't already been in one.
“Oh God, more. Please, touch me, fuck me. More, give me more-” Ryeowook cried from underneath him. His begging turned into bouts of inaudible shouts when Jongwoon's erection hit his prostate and Jongwoon knew he was getting close as he sunk into the feeling of Ryeowook around him. It felt so good, the sex, and Jongwoon had a clear idea of why it was.
Because fucking Ryeowook, forcing him to cry and bite out and moan in repetition, felt better than drifting. It felt a hundred times better.
Ropes of come branded his hand and the hood of his car, but he stopped caring about his vehicle a long time ago. He followed his tuner's climax, filling him with nothing but his come. Before he pulled out, he hunched over Ryeowook's body so his tongue could dart onto his back, tasting up the sweat that had gathered on his skin. The spent tuner elicited another sigh as Jongwoon's tongue stopped lapping him up and finally, he was sated. The both of them were. Jongwoon took his weight off the smaller person's body and Ryeowook pushed his whole body off of the hood afterwards.
Jongwoon's dark eyes reveled in the unsteady actions of Ryeowook, watching him as he bent down to pick up all the scattered clothing that had been ripped off of his body. His eyes stared at Ryeowook while he put back on every piece of clothing, his overalls covering his legs and hips again.
He breathed out a sigh of content. Jongwoon zipped up his own jeans, deciding that he wouldn't need the preparations after all. After his fingers pulled the zipper up, he looked up, almost getting blinded by the lights of the garage. His vision returned to normal, and he found himself to be face to face with his shirt that he had flung into a corner. Ryeowook was holding the clothing to his face, waiting for him to take it. He tried to take it away, but Ryeowook's slender fingers held onto it.
“Is that all?” Ryeowook asked and Jongwoon remembered that this boy was still a tuner, whether he was a whore or not. He was still a person that was in dire need of work. Too bad, because Jongwoon wasn't the person to hand it over to him.
“That will be it,” Jongwoon forced the shirt out of Ryeowook's nimble fingers, making his final decision. He pulled it back over his head when he walked past Ryeowook. He could smell the scent of sex that had stained the both of them. There were still remnants of heat and ferocity between them.
Jongwoon hoisted his body back in the car, seating himself in the driver's seat. He smirked in the rear view mirror, pretending to look at it and not the sexed-up tuner that was leaning on his hood with a hand. As a parting gift, he decided to leave Ryeowook with a few more words.
“I think I got what I needed,” Jongwoon said and he was surprised to hear Ryeowook laugh at him, as if he said something funny.
“I didn't even tune your car,” Ryeowook's fingers started drawing the same motions that he had swirled onto the car earlier.
“I don't need you to. Trust me, I don't need you for auto tuning if I already have you for something else.”
Ryeowook scoffed and affixed a hand onto his clothed hips. “Are you saying that I'm a good fuck rather than a good tuner?”
Jongwoon decided to tell him the truth. “You just don't have that 'tuner' vibe. You seem more like a slut.”
Ryeowook smiled again, his mood being unaffected. “You're right.”
Jongwoon laid his hands back on the wheel, ready to drive out soon. He was always right. He didn't need other people to tell him that.
“And you're wrong,” Ryeowook walked over to the side of Jongwoon's car, bending his small body over to whisper in his ear. “I'm neither.”
This piqued Jongwoon's interest. “What are you then?”
“That's for me to know and you to find out another day,” Ryeowook pulled his rusty cap over his eyes, hiding half of his face again. Jongwoon smiled, giving up on the games that they were playing with each other. He waved goodbye to Ryeowook, who was waving back at him in return.
“If I were you, I wouldn't be so confident at your little race tomorrow. Bye, Jongwoon,” Ryeowook called out to him right before he left the garage.
This caught Jongwoon's curiosity as he sped away. He had no memory of ever giving the tuner his name. On another note, he also didn't know if his ears had been tweaked or not, but the last piece of advice that Ryeowook had given him sounded ominous. It sounded like there was a foreboding disaster that was connected to tomorrow.
But it wasn't in his nature to think too much into it. He didn't need any heavy thoughts to drag him down for the upcoming race.
The next night, he couldn't concentrate at all. He didn't know if Ryeowook's lips had poison on them, but he felt groggy and tired as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. And nervous. He was never nervous before races. But Ryeowook's words had done that to him.
“If I were you, I wouldn't be so confident at your little race tomorrow...”
That same voice was hitting the walls inside his head. It made him think. What if he wasn't the best? What if he was overestimating himself? He didn't know why it had been Ryeowook's voice to make him realize these things.
As a final testament that he always did before the race begun, he glanced over at the other car, which was parallel to his. He had nothing to worry about. His racing opponent was probably some drugged up shithead who wasn't capable of beating him-
Then the tinted window of the other car rolled down. For what seemed to be the millionth time, Jongwoon was surprised out of his wits. He was looking into the face of none other than Kim Ryeowook, the tuner who he had fucked with last night. The tuner was almost unrecognizable without his overalls and his cap, which had been replaced by a pair of shades and t-shirt for tonight.
“Good to see you again,” Ryeowook said in a taunting voice, taking pleasure of the confusion that was washing over Jongwoon's face.
“Ready...set...” Jongwoon could barely hear the woman's announcer voice over the sound of engines running.
“Surprised?” Ryeowook asked Jongwoon as he sat there in his car, gaping at him. When Jongwoon didn't answer, he grabbed the chance to answer for him. “Good. I hope you won't be as cocky in the future. Just because you have a huge dick doesn't mean you have to be one.”
“...GO!”
Leaving him with that, Ryeowook rolled up his car window and stepped on the gas. He drove off, leaving Jongwoon in the dust that his car left behind.
There was only one thing that Jongwoon was certain of as he watched all the cars go past him in a daze. He was going to have his ass handed over to him in this race.
fandom: super junior. yesung & ryeowook.
warning: nc-17 for flowers and bunnies and rainbows! /bricked
summary: jongwoon and ryeowook go beyond the rules of an established tuner-and-driver relationship.
for
chibi_roses , happy birthday! (this isn't the office porno that you wanted, but that one went all wrong and stale. i'm sorry. forgive me?)
and this is for the people who wanted moar porn ficcage by me. and will soon regret it.
* tokyo drift - teriyaki boyz * outfit that is similiar to ryeowook's tuner outfit. just the cap and overalls, lol.
The best thing about tuners was that they were interchangeable to fit how your day was going. And today, or to be specific tonight, was a day that Jongwoon needed something to fit into how his schedule was going. He had a race to compete in tomorrow, and he needed all the right preparations.
So it made Jongwoon a little surprised when he pulled his car up to the garage, right next to an unfamiliar figure. Realization swallowed him up when the surprise didn't seem as bad as he thought it was going to be, once he took a look at the smile that showed under the cap it was hiding behind.
“Who are you?” he took one foot off the pedal and waited for his engine to cool down. During that particular moment, his finger happened to brush his car's steering wheel and he was then reminded of the feeling of knowing every single detail of his car. Sometimes, he thought he knew his car better than himself. Sometimes.
He put himself back to attention and became aware of the surroundings and the people who were around him. There was only one person that seemed to be by himself in this garage and it wasn't his usual tuner, a decrepit old man who had extensive knowledge about cars. “Where's the old man? Are you his family?”
“No,” is what he got as an answer and a boyish grin followed after it. Jongwoon examined the person who was quick to answer him in short answers. As he took a closer look, he noticed that the person he was speaking to had very young-looking features. He looked too young to be in the business of car tuning, much less even being here. But he looked old enough for Jongwoon to sink his curiosity into. Handsome, too. Maybe it was the cheekbones that did it for him.
“So you're a tuner then?” Jongwoon asked in an unconvinced voice. The boy nodded and his silence took an effect on Jongwoon. It made him see the boy in other lights that weren't the garage's high-beamed ones.
Jongwoon moved his hand until he had it propped on his car door and started tapping it to the beats of his voice. “So what's your name, then?” Deep down inside, what he really wanted, was this boy's story.
“Kim Ryeowook,” the boy answered in that same way that sounded harmonious to one's ears. His lips barely budged to speak, but Jongwoon thought it was because it was pulled into an innocent smile.
Jongwoon licked his lips, wanting to wipe off the boy's smile with his tongue. Sitting here, right in front of Ryeowook, was a much better deal than he had expected.
But it didn't stop Jongwoon from doubting this boy's abilities with cars. Ryeowook may have been gorgeous, but did he have the talent to work with his car? Jongwoon didn't just let anybody come up to his car and handle it. His racing car was too precious for him to put it in hands that didn't know its details the way he knew it.
But the longer he stared at Ryeowook, the more he forgot about the preparations that were needed. He was pretty sure that by the direction that the night and his mind were going in, he wasn't going to let this stranger have a touch and feel of his car without going through some type of initiation. And by the way Ryeowook's hips poked out of his baggy overalls meant that car tuning wasn't his only profession.
“What it'll be today?” Ryeowook asked, already assuming that Jongwoon wanted him to be the one to make the adjustments. The slight confidence of this boy gave Jongwoon a rise in his chest and in order to support it, Jongwoon had to lean back on his bucket seats, which had been installed in there just for him. He looked up at Ryeowook, who was standing patiently with a wrench in one hand and another that was loosely placed on his hip. Since this tuner was never supposed to be in his plans at all, he would have to switch them around so things wouldn't screw up.
“I have a race tomorrow,” Jongwoon pointed out. He waved a hand over to his hood. “Why don't you go check to see if everything is in a good enough condition?”
Of course, he knew that his car didn't need to be double-checked. It was too efficient for that. Checking it would simply be a waste of time. This was only a test to see if Ryeowook had any common knowledge of cars.
He watched for Ryeowook's face to twitch nervously, but he couldn't see any. Ryeowook just smiled, loosened up his body, and turned around so he could walk over to where Jongwoon was directing him to. Jongwoon wondered if this was some trick that his other racing opponents had sent him beforehand. Because no car tuner walked in a way that could be that distracting. The way Ryeowook swayed, the way his ass shifted in his clothing, could be enough to turn a street race into a multi-car crash. Or that was how Jongwoon thought of it as he dragged his eyes up and down the backside of his substitute tuner.
“Streeted car, huh?” Ryeowook's voice interrupted the thoughts that Jongwoon was having of him. It reminded him that he might have been staring a little too long at his tuner, but thoughts couldn't be helped. There weren't that many good-looking tuners in the world, except for a few girls who knew more about designing them than actually modifying them. They didn't count.
So he knows car terms, Jongwoon thought. He had an odd liking for people that knew their stuff, who spoke the same language as him. It was better when they looked as good as Ryeowook did, who was standing over the hood in droopy overalls that looked like they could fall off at any moment.
“It's the best,” Jongwoon always remembered to take every moment to brag about what he was in possession of. Especially when it was to glorify his car.
Ryeowook didn't nod this time. Instead, he covered his giggle with the glove he had on.
“What if it isn't the best?” he dared to ask and what he was saying shook Jongwoon's attitude up a little. He never liked it when people underestimated his car. But this boy was just a tuner. He wasn't even the one who was supposed to handle it.
Then Ryeowook continued to talk.
“You can give your car the best,” Ryeowook's hands fell from his face and his palms dropped flat on the hood. He started drawing invisible circles in tantalizing motions. Jongwoon usually hated it when people did that, dirtying up his car for no apparent reason. But Ryeowook wasn't just touching his car, he was teasing it with his fingers. Jongwoon didn't know if he was the type of man who got turned on very easily, or if Ryeowook was just a person who knew what kind of aura he was giving off.
“You can give your car the best,” Ryeowook repeated, continuing where he had left off. “But it's always going to depend on the driver in the race.”
“I know that,” Jongwoon leaned forward in his seat. His eyebrow twitched at the low hit that Ryeowook's words blew towards him. “Wait, what do you mean by that?” Don't tell me that this tuner, this stranger, is degrading my driving skills.
Ryeowook stopped his finger movements and lifted his hands off the hood. He shrugged his shoulders, pretending to be dumb. One of the braces of his overalls slipped off his shoulder, pulling down some of the shirt he had on. Jongwoon felt some air escape from him as he took in the sight of Ryeowook's exposed shoulder blade and collarbone. It was curved perfectly, glistening in the ceiling's lights as if a body like that was built for desires and sex.
When Ryeowook made no move to fix his clothing, that was when Jongwoon had enough of the chit-chat. The two of them weren't getting anywhere if they kept on acting like this. It's not like he and his car needed the check up anyway. He just wanted Ryeowook.
He could see Ryeowook's blank face turning into more of a promiscuous one as he watched Jongwoon's hands search through his glove compartment. He finally found what he needed, a bottle of lube that was kept away for such purposes, and closed his glove compartment after taking it out and dropping it in the pocket of his jeans. Then he carefully got out of the car, testing Ryeowook's patience.
“Are you going to show me what you got?” Ryeowook asked from afar and Jongwoon didn't know what he was talking about, because he could have been talking about anything. But it didn't stop him from turning Ryeowook around by the shoulders and closing off the distance between them.
“Not unless you show me if you have what it takes,” Jongwoon said, knowing that he was going beyond the rules of an established tuner-and-driver relationship. He told himself that he was simply reforming it, giving himself permission to pull down the braces of Ryeowook's overalls. He tried his best to do it slow, to lengthen the patience that Ryeowook had for him, but then more skin was getting uncovered and Jongwoon had the growing urge to see all of it. So the clothes he was tugging onto fell down in a cluttered mess at their feet and Ryeowook pulled his undershirt over his head. His cap flew off his head, revealing messy, black hair from underneath. It made Ryeowook look even more like the gorgeous slut he was, and less of a professional tuner.
When he looked exactly the way that Jongwoon preferred him, had been dreaming of him since he pulled into the garage, a laugh escaped from the devious smile that was painted on Ryeowook's face. Jongwoon couldn't help but to let out his own, a throaty laugh that echoed out of his mouth, before he pressed a hard kiss to Ryeowook's lips. The tuner tasted nice, sweet even.
“Why do you still have your clothes on?” Ryeowook questioned from the ends of their attached lips and Jongwoon pulled back. He left his hands on Ryeowook, letting them slide down his lower back until they reached his ass. Without guilt, he grabbed a handful and enjoyed the high-pitched sound that came out of Ryeowook because of it. He forgot about the question that Ryeowook had asked him just a few seconds ago, but he wasn't planning to answer it anyway. Ryeowook had also seemed to have forgotten about it, too. He was too preoccupied with the hands that were roaming the expansion of his ass to demand for the answer.
Jongwoon's hands let go and traveled to Ryeowook's hips to grab on instead. He threw his naked form on the closed hood, pretending not the hear the boy's sharp gasp or the clatter of metal and skin hitting each other. He didn't care if his car was going to get a hole bored into it. But he didn't think it was going to get damaged in any way. Ryeowook's skin was too smooth to be able to do such things.
He bent over Ryeowook's splayed out body, spreading apart his legs with one hand. His other hand was behind his back to dig into his pocket. While it was back there, his hand was ruffling with his car keys and his wallet, trying to find the bottle of lube that he had dropped in there earlier. His hand finally made contact with the bottle and he brought it out to dangle in front of Ryeowook's face. The boy's eyes followed the tube as it made a trail down his skin until it stopped at its mark. He watched Jongwoon unscrew the cap, dabbing his fingers inside of the mixture until they were slathered and ready. Ryeowook dropped his back on the hood and spread his legs, waiting for Jongwoon to give him his best.
He tried not to let his body squirm around on the hood as Jongwoon's fingers pushed inside of him. But for Jongwoon's case, he tried to be careful and slow with Ryeowook so the poor boy wouldn't have to bang the back of his head on his hood. It was difficult to spend his sweet time on him, because seeing Ryeowook in such a distraught position and feeling him tighten around his digits made him want to speed up the process. He wanted to spread more pain to Ryeowook, to give him the right amount that would be enough to put him back in his place. He wanted to fuck him because Ryeowook had underestimated him. But he also wanted to fuck him because Ryeowook was begging him to.
“That badly?” Jongwoon asked him and Ryeowook nodded feverishly in return. His hands scrambled on top of the hood until one of them found the hand that Jongwoon was holding onto the car with. Ryeowook pried it off, almost making the other fingers lose their pace inside of him. Jongwoon felt Ryeowook using his hand to slide all over his body, over the parts that needed to be touched before slipping them into his mouth to suck on. Jongwoon bit down on his bottom lip, because he could feel himself inside of Ryeowook's body and the hot caverns of his mouth.
He pulled all of his fingers out and stepped back so he could take off his shirt. The garage was getting too humid and hot for clothing and the film of sweat that had covered Ryeowook's body proved how high the temperature was going. After he balled up his shirt and threw it into an empty space, Ryeowook pushed himself up so he could sling his arms over Jongwoon's naked shoulders. He clamped his mouth onto Jongwoon's desperately, running their tongues across each other. Jongwoon could taste the same mouth that was sucking on his fingers, and he found himself wanting more and more of what the tuner had to offer.
“Fuck me,” Ryeowook ordered and Jongwoon grinned, liking this person more than he should be.
He had to step back again, pulling Ryeowook off the hood along with him. The boy let him, he was in too much of a daze to make any complaint about how Jongwoon wanted things to be organized. Because he too, wanted this badly and his eyes were reflecting it. Jongwoon sweetly gave him a kiss before twisting his body around and slamming him down on the hood, enjoying the tiny hiss that escaped from the boy's throat. He came behind him, resting his hands on his hips again. He tugged at them until he had Ryeowook's entrance positioned in front of him. Then he leaned his whole body over Ryeowook as he entered the tight space inside of him. He wanted to feel Ryeowook's body quake with every thrust.
“Oh-oh fuck-” Ryeowook swore under his breath and he tried to control his pulsating nerves by scratching his fingernails into the exterior of the car. Jongwoon crushed his fingers in one swift movement, because he still had to pay mind to his own car. He was not going to buy another paint job, no matter how excruciating and sexy it was when Ryeowook tried to grasp onto the nearest surface for support.
He thrusted slowly into Ryeowook, giving him what he wanted in short bursts of seconds. Ryeowook obliged by pushing his ass back, wanting to have all of Jongwoon inside him.
Jongwoon moved forward and he could see the slutty look on his tuner's face in the shiny reflection of his car. His mouth was curved in the shape of an “o”, with pleasurable moans unraveling from the tip of his tongue. When all of his heavy breaths rolled out, he would bite his lip, trying to stimulate himself as he took in Jongwoon's length. But it was too much for him to handle, so he had to rest his forehead again on top of the hood while Jongwoon plunged inside of him, nearly losing his mind when Ryeowook's heat tightened around his cock.
Right before he was about to forgive Ryeowook, he remembered the stinging that he got from Ryeowook's so-called advice and it re-lighted the fire that made him want to prolong this. So he dropped the hand that he was using to hold onto Ryeowook's hip and his fingers danced around on his skin until it reached the boy's cock. It was already neglected and dripping with come when his hand came towards it, and just to stir him from the unconsciousness, he wrapped his fingers around it. His thumb nudged the slit, and Ryeowook's body turned into a mess, if it hadn't already been in one.
“Oh God, more. Please, touch me, fuck me. More, give me more-” Ryeowook cried from underneath him. His begging turned into bouts of inaudible shouts when Jongwoon's erection hit his prostate and Jongwoon knew he was getting close as he sunk into the feeling of Ryeowook around him. It felt so good, the sex, and Jongwoon had a clear idea of why it was.
Because fucking Ryeowook, forcing him to cry and bite out and moan in repetition, felt better than drifting. It felt a hundred times better.
Ropes of come branded his hand and the hood of his car, but he stopped caring about his vehicle a long time ago. He followed his tuner's climax, filling him with nothing but his come. Before he pulled out, he hunched over Ryeowook's body so his tongue could dart onto his back, tasting up the sweat that had gathered on his skin. The spent tuner elicited another sigh as Jongwoon's tongue stopped lapping him up and finally, he was sated. The both of them were. Jongwoon took his weight off the smaller person's body and Ryeowook pushed his whole body off of the hood afterwards.
Jongwoon's dark eyes reveled in the unsteady actions of Ryeowook, watching him as he bent down to pick up all the scattered clothing that had been ripped off of his body. His eyes stared at Ryeowook while he put back on every piece of clothing, his overalls covering his legs and hips again.
He breathed out a sigh of content. Jongwoon zipped up his own jeans, deciding that he wouldn't need the preparations after all. After his fingers pulled the zipper up, he looked up, almost getting blinded by the lights of the garage. His vision returned to normal, and he found himself to be face to face with his shirt that he had flung into a corner. Ryeowook was holding the clothing to his face, waiting for him to take it. He tried to take it away, but Ryeowook's slender fingers held onto it.
“Is that all?” Ryeowook asked and Jongwoon remembered that this boy was still a tuner, whether he was a whore or not. He was still a person that was in dire need of work. Too bad, because Jongwoon wasn't the person to hand it over to him.
“That will be it,” Jongwoon forced the shirt out of Ryeowook's nimble fingers, making his final decision. He pulled it back over his head when he walked past Ryeowook. He could smell the scent of sex that had stained the both of them. There were still remnants of heat and ferocity between them.
Jongwoon hoisted his body back in the car, seating himself in the driver's seat. He smirked in the rear view mirror, pretending to look at it and not the sexed-up tuner that was leaning on his hood with a hand. As a parting gift, he decided to leave Ryeowook with a few more words.
“I think I got what I needed,” Jongwoon said and he was surprised to hear Ryeowook laugh at him, as if he said something funny.
“I didn't even tune your car,” Ryeowook's fingers started drawing the same motions that he had swirled onto the car earlier.
“I don't need you to. Trust me, I don't need you for auto tuning if I already have you for something else.”
Ryeowook scoffed and affixed a hand onto his clothed hips. “Are you saying that I'm a good fuck rather than a good tuner?”
Jongwoon decided to tell him the truth. “You just don't have that 'tuner' vibe. You seem more like a slut.”
Ryeowook smiled again, his mood being unaffected. “You're right.”
Jongwoon laid his hands back on the wheel, ready to drive out soon. He was always right. He didn't need other people to tell him that.
“And you're wrong,” Ryeowook walked over to the side of Jongwoon's car, bending his small body over to whisper in his ear. “I'm neither.”
This piqued Jongwoon's interest. “What are you then?”
“That's for me to know and you to find out another day,” Ryeowook pulled his rusty cap over his eyes, hiding half of his face again. Jongwoon smiled, giving up on the games that they were playing with each other. He waved goodbye to Ryeowook, who was waving back at him in return.
“If I were you, I wouldn't be so confident at your little race tomorrow. Bye, Jongwoon,” Ryeowook called out to him right before he left the garage.
This caught Jongwoon's curiosity as he sped away. He had no memory of ever giving the tuner his name. On another note, he also didn't know if his ears had been tweaked or not, but the last piece of advice that Ryeowook had given him sounded ominous. It sounded like there was a foreboding disaster that was connected to tomorrow.
But it wasn't in his nature to think too much into it. He didn't need any heavy thoughts to drag him down for the upcoming race.
The next night, he couldn't concentrate at all. He didn't know if Ryeowook's lips had poison on them, but he felt groggy and tired as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. And nervous. He was never nervous before races. But Ryeowook's words had done that to him.
“If I were you, I wouldn't be so confident at your little race tomorrow...”
That same voice was hitting the walls inside his head. It made him think. What if he wasn't the best? What if he was overestimating himself? He didn't know why it had been Ryeowook's voice to make him realize these things.
As a final testament that he always did before the race begun, he glanced over at the other car, which was parallel to his. He had nothing to worry about. His racing opponent was probably some drugged up shithead who wasn't capable of beating him-
Then the tinted window of the other car rolled down. For what seemed to be the millionth time, Jongwoon was surprised out of his wits. He was looking into the face of none other than Kim Ryeowook, the tuner who he had fucked with last night. The tuner was almost unrecognizable without his overalls and his cap, which had been replaced by a pair of shades and t-shirt for tonight.
“Good to see you again,” Ryeowook said in a taunting voice, taking pleasure of the confusion that was washing over Jongwoon's face.
“Ready...set...” Jongwoon could barely hear the woman's announcer voice over the sound of engines running.
“Surprised?” Ryeowook asked Jongwoon as he sat there in his car, gaping at him. When Jongwoon didn't answer, he grabbed the chance to answer for him. “Good. I hope you won't be as cocky in the future. Just because you have a huge dick doesn't mean you have to be one.”
“...GO!”
Leaving him with that, Ryeowook rolled up his car window and stepped on the gas. He drove off, leaving Jongwoon in the dust that his car left behind.
There was only one thing that Jongwoon was certain of as he watched all the cars go past him in a daze. He was going to have his ass handed over to him in this race.