The Glory Hole (1/2)
The Glory Hole
Kai/ Lu Han
M, 7 414 words
PWP
First of all, super belated Valentines Day to all the lukai lovers!
This took quite a long time and actually had about 7k words,
and it's all about porn, because porn writing exercise, yeah?
Watched so much JGV for this, LOL.
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It was demeaning, Jongin thought, wondering how
the hell had he gotten to the point of debating with himself whether to stick
his dick in a hole or not.
To be fair, coming to this club wasn't his idea
in the first place. He'd been dragged by Baekhyun and Chanyeol despite his
numerous protests, but they weren't having any of it.
It'll be
good for you, hang out with people. Who are not us. Baekhyun told
him pointedly, watching him draw doodles on his calculus notebook instead of
answering his actual homework.
Jongin had sulked. You're my friends. You're supposed to prefer my presence all the time.
Chanyeol snorted. Not when Baekhyun and I are trying to get off with each other, Jongin.
Jongin gaped, Baekhyun had slapped Chanyeol's
arm for his cheek, and Chanyeol grinned, the bloody irritating devil that he
was.
Anyway, Baekhyun said loudly, slapping a hand over Chanyeol's
mouth to stop him from blurting more indecent comments, you need to get a life. Or you need to get laid. Whichever works. Just
stop moping about Kyungsoo.
I am not! Jongin said vehemently, pen making crisscross
scribbles in his agitation. Moping. I
just don't want to look for someone. Can't I be off the market?
You can be
off the market when you're sixty, not at the ripe young age of nineteen. Chanyeol said dramatically. You need to be plucked, not stay on the tree until you go sour and
regret all those times you could have awesome sex. Or something.
That's
really bad analogy, Chanyeol, shut up.
Jongin groaned, and wondered for the nth time how he was friends with these
insane people.
I don't
need this conversation right now. I'm busy. Jongin said, and Chanyeol laughed.
Yeah, busy
drawing stick figures, then. Tell us when you're ready to leave your homework
to fate!
Chanyeol had smacked him on the arm,
Baekhyun had pinched his cheek, and the conversation was forgotten.
Well, until a few weeks later.
Now Jongin was stuck inside the club where
people were pressing into him from all sides, the smell of sweat and smoke
lingering in his nose and did someone actually touch his butt?
He whipped his head around and stared at
the guy who winked at him, drunk and swaying heavily to the beat, and Jongin
grimaced at the alcohol on his breath.
No. Just
no.
He wasn't drunk enough to start hitting on
people yet.
He shook his head, mouthed a sorry, and watched as the dark hair not
plastered to the other's face because of sweat swing in disappointment, before
moving on to the next big game.
Jongin pushed his way against the throng of
people, looking around the club for Chanyeol and Baekhyun, and immediately
blanched, watching them suck each other's faces.
No, he wasn't definitely drunk enough to see
that scene with any stirring of desire and not faint horror.
“A blowjob, please.” Jongin told the bartender,
who guffawed at him.
“I'd be happy too.” The bartender said, coming
close to Jongin so he could be heard, and Jongin flushed, because the bartender
was more his type, smooth, pale skin and alabaster face, and he comes close
enough to kiss--
But the moment passes and after a short moment
the bartender swings a shot at him.
“On the house, because you look sexy. “The
bartender said, low voice washing over Jongin.
Jongin muttered his thanks, tipped his head
back, and downed the drink in one shot.
Now that he was here, he might as well get
plastered.
Many many shots later, he's basically telling
the bartender his whole sob story.
“So Kyungsoo, my boyfriend of 5 months,” Jongin
hiccuped, “finally left me because he was actually in love with his childhood
friend and how the fuck does that actually happen in real life?”
The bartender, Sehun (Jongin thinks it’s between his 7th to 10th shot when he finally asked
the gorgeous specimen's name) tutted, and slid another drink towards him.
Jongin swallowed it in one gulp, and continued.
"Would have felt bad if the friend was ugly as hell but he was actually
gorgeous and I should have fought harder for Kyungsoo but whatever. That shit's
done."
“Could have ended better.” Sehun said, wiping the bar dry.
“It ended fuckingly well, actually, not that my
friends who, “ Jongin turned his head to look at Baekhyun and Chanyeol, who'd
gotten far far into making out and were just rubbing against each other in the
guise of dance, “are still having sex on the dance floor, believe otherwise.”
“Well, it's too good, that.” Sehun nods.
“They're basically trying to set me up by
dragging me here.” Jongin said. “Say,
aren't you free...?”
Sehun laughed, and shook his head. “Sorry, I've
got someone.... could recommend you to my brother though; he's here somewhere
getting knackered, probably.”
“Where?” Jongin asks, Because if Sehun is
gorgeous then his brother might just be the same, and a convenient fuck may be
all what Jongin needs, so he whipped his head around, and it's a fucking
mistake because it's too fast, and the room started spinning on him, and the
strobe lights are not helping him any.
“I think I'm going to be fucking sick.” Jongin said, slapping a hand over his mouth,
and Sehun pointed at the direction of the bathroom immediately.
"You going to be alright by yourself?"
Sehun asked, and Jongin nodded. He clambered off the stool, letting his weight
settle on shaky legs for a brief moment before dashing off to the bathroom to
puke his guts out.
After spewing half of the Pacific (and bits of
his dinner) into the sink, he chanced a glance at the mirror and immediately
frowned.
He's flushed and pale at the same time, sweat
lining his forehead, and the red flush was creeping down his neck and oh, he's
had too much to drink, he thinks, and the room starts spinning again, so the
toilet seat is as convenient as any.
He must have sat there for quite some time, (but
really, it's only been a few minutes), when he hears the slam of the stall next
to him close, and oh.
There's a
hole. On the wall. Opening up to the stall next to him.
It's small and hip level and he's not some
voyeur about to look at another person who was doing whatever they were supposed to be doing in the
bathroom but that hole fills him with ideas anyway.
Ideas which were crazy but in his drunken state
of mind, made perfect fucking sense.
And now he's still debating on whether to stick
his dick in the hole or not, and there doesn't seem to be any actual hurry,
because he can't hear the person in the next stall piss, so he might as well be
waiting, and if nothing happens then it's all good anyway.
Suddenly, he hears the person behind the next
stall tap the wall.
One, two,
three.
It's good as a signal as any so Jongin fumbles
with his jeans and gingerly sticks his dick through, and hopes his dick doesn't
get bitten.
Or gets cut off in a fit
of pique.
So Jongin waits for a while, until his legs feel
cramped and pressing against the cold wall starts to be a terrible idea, so
he's actually about to pull away when the first touch to the head of his penis
locks him in place.
It's a finger, rubbing circles all over the
head, over and over, and Jongin bites his lip to stifle his groan as all his
blood started to go down south.
He presses as close as he could to the stall
wall, and he's rewarded by a strong hand closing around him and dragging, up
and down, slow and dry but the friction is incredible. The hand smears the
precum starting to accumulate on the head of his dick before pulling again,
this time a little slicker, and a whole lot more confident about the whole
thing.
Another hand touches his balls, rolls them
around his fingers, and his balls start to tighten, drawing close.
The first touch of the tip of a tongue loses a
whimper from Jongin's throat.
It's soft but the other person hears it, and
Jongin cursed because he might have broken the spell of anonymity because the
other stills, but only for a short moment. The next touch is more deliberate
and surer, like letting him hear Jongin come undone was better for his
confidence.
He's being held by both hands now, tight around
the base of his dick, and the other presses an almost gentle kiss to the top of
Jongin's penis, before he wrapped his lips around the head, and started
licking.
And it was heavenly, the rough drags of tongue
and the velvet flexibility of it, the way it curved around his head in the most
impossible of ways. It was hot and wet and amazing, and he was taken deeper
into a lovely throat, swallowing all around him and Jongin wanted to kiss
whoever was doing it, because this could just be one of the best blowjobs he'd
gotten in his by far very short sex life.
The other holds still before swallowing again
and Jongin moans softly, pressing a hand over his mouth. The other presses his
tongue to catch the drop of precum flowing from the head, humming his
appreciation and the voice was just lovely too, soft and low and sexy and
Jongin wished that the fucking wall wasn't between them so he could actually
see who he was.
But it wasn't happening, that, so Jongin presses
harder, wishing he could melt through.
The other laves a tongue on the underside of his
cock, down to his balls, licking them through and pulling them gently into his
mouth. He starts lazily stroking again, mouth going back to the head and
started sucking, and the heat is just barely there, around Jongin's cock, and
it was driving him mad.
Jongin is swallowed down to the root, and
whoever was behind the wall stopped moving, and let go. He hummed again, and
the vibration sends up a tingle in Jongin's spine. Jongin almost sobs, and
unconsciously started thrusting into that velvet mouth. The other started
humming appreciatively, encouragingly, and Jongin's cock slid in and out of the
wonderful mouth with a filthy squelching sound which just made Jongin harder.
Jongin thrusted
faster, harder, the hand and mouth on him in tandem with his thrusts.
The other maintained a steady suction,
alternating between the head and taking him in, down his throat, his hand still
keeping up, and Jongin briefly thinks it’s a good hell of a multitasking
strategy before his balls start tightening.
The other seemed to have sensed that he was
close, because the speed suddenly increases, and the velvet warmth of mouth
closing around him tightened. Jongin imagines smooth skin and red, swollen lips
wrapped around him, eyes hooded and other hand wrapped around his own cock,
stroking himself to completion even as he worships Jongin's cock with his
mouth. It’s a short while before this image undoes him, and before long he's
pulsing, and he's biting back a cry, vision going white with his release.
The other swallowed him down down down, milking him dry, still rubbing,
but motions almost languid. He pressed a delicate kiss against the underside of
Jongin's dick against the protruding vein there, and against the top of his
dick before Jongin felt both the hands and the mouth pull away. Jongin peeled
himself away from the wall as well, tucking himself into his jeans with a hiss,
the sensitivity levels of his body high enough for even his touch to spark
pleasure through him like a current.
He collapsed into a boneless heap on the
bathroom floors and desperately tried not to stare through the hole. Jongin
heard rustling in the other stall before the door opened, soft footsteps going
farther away until it's only his breathing that he's hearing.
After a while of lying completely boneless on
the floor, the world finally stops spinning, and Jongin thinks he must be
sober, somehow.
He stood up on shaky legs, pushed the door of
his stall open, and slapped his face with the cool water from the sink.
He willed the flush from his face to die down,
and it did, but not by much, so he sighed and tried to wipe the dopey smile
from his face instead.
It doesn't work as well, so he gave up, pushed
his hair out of his eyes, gave himself one last view in the mirror as he
bravely soldiered back into the club.
He's barreled into by Baekhyun as soon as he's
in sight of the bar, the latter grabbing him by the shoulders, demanding where
he's been.
"Bathroom." Jongin replied.
"All this time?" Baekhyun asked
skeptically.
Jongin shrugged. "Got sick." he
answered, omitting the fact that he's been sucked within an inch of his life in
the bathroom.
Baekhyun opened his mouth to reply, but Jongin cut
him off. "Look. I'm tired. Can we go home now?"
After a few moments of scrutinizing Jongin, who
fidgeted under his gaze, Baekhyun nodded finally.
"Fine." Baekhyun said, before shouting
at Chanyeol, who was talking with Sehun at the bar. Jongin winced, and hoped he
didn't say anything too incriminating and embarrassing, but the fact that he's
still standing here not getting pummeled by Baekhyun and Chanyeol and not
getting laughed at by Sehun seemed to be a job well done. Of sorts.
Both Sehun and Chanyeol waved at them, the
latter jogging towards them and slinging both arms on Baekhyun's and Jongin's
shoulders.
"Get off, Yeol. You're heavy." Jongin
complained, swatting at Chanyeol's arm. The latter stuck out a tongue at him
before moving his grip from Baekhyun's shoulder to Baekhyun's hip, squeezing
gently.
Jongin breathed, and wished he was home, or back
at the club, with the stranger who had sucked him off. And then he groaned,
because his thoughts were improper and his friends were sure to pick up on the
cause of his distress, which was currently trying to make itself known
underneath the fabric of Jongin's pants.
"What's wrong?" Baekhyun asked, eye
brow raised.
Jongin shook his head. "Nothing. Felt like
I could do with some sleep." he lied, and Baekhyun pursed his lips.
"You do look like you need it. Your class
is by the afternoon anyway, you could lie in till later."
"Right." Jongin said, and stared
resolutely ahead.
The cool air was pleasant to his sweat soaked
skin. Baekhyun hummed softly, as Chanyeol's fingers started drumming on
Baekhyun's hip in rhythm with his melody.
Jongin listened all the way home.
When he arrived home, he listened to Baekhyun
and Chanyeol's puttering outside of his room, and tried not to think about the
stranger who'd sucked him through the glory hole.
Naturally, he failed. Miserably.
Jongin sighed, pressed the heel of hand of his
hand to his crotch, and kneaded the flesh until it was hot and heavy against
the skin of his stomach.
He pulled his lower lip between his teeth and
slid his hand through his pants, rubbing the head of his dick with his thumb.
And it wasn't quite enough, so he loosened his pants and his underwear until
they were bunched around his knees.
He planted both feet on the mattress and spread
his legs as wide as he could, alternately cupping his balls and rolling them
with his fingers. He curled his fist around his length, stroking lazily until
he came with a muffled whimper against his hand.
He sighed again, wiped the mess he made on his
soiled clothes before pulling them off his legs and throwing them to the clothes basket. He curled, naked
on the bed and burrowed under the covers before finally dropping off to sleep.
When Jongin woke up, he knew he was in trouble.
He glanced at the clock, and groaned when he saw that it was half past three---
he was already an hour late to class.
Fuck it, he thought, pointedly turning to his side and
ignoring the ticking of the clock. He remained in that position, willing sleep
to come back to him, but his mind is dead set on making him think about all the
things that plagued him last night.
With an infuriated groan he finally pulled
himself away from the bed, made himself presentable and ventured out from his
room. The house is silent, so Jongin figured he was alone. He made himself a
bowl of cereal and poured a generous amount of milk, watching the cereal get
sodden by the liquid before submerging into its depths.
Jongin pointedly stabbed his meal and scooped it
into his mouth, munching almost angrily as he debated to himself on what to do
now.
He spends an inordinate amount of time making
this decision.
This might
actually be one of his stupidest ideas.
Jongin sat on the bar,
nursing another drink --- lighter this time; he had no intention of dragging
his sorry ass back home suffering from insobriety.
Sehun had merely raised an eyebrow, an almost
knowing smile on his lips. Jongin was practically mortified, face turning a
deep shade of red, but Sehun must have had seen it too many times, with the
club being his workplace and all.
Still. It was downright embarrassing.
But he was waiting, trying to recreate the
conditions which had existed last night, with only his factor of drunken
revelry changed.
Jongin figured he wouldn't need the liquid
courage anymore. So he sits, occasionally chatting with Sehun to fill the
silence of his lonesome.
By 11pm he's known that Sehun had an older
brother whom Sehun wanted to introduce to Jongin, that Sehun owns dog and a
pair of lovebirds stuck in their cage. Sehun is in the same year as he is in
college, but he took Hotel Management as opposed to Jongin's Business
Administration.
Which made sense.
Jongin downed the last of his drink, wiped the
residue of his lips, and sent a shaky smile down Sehun's way before marching
resolutely to the bathroom.
The bathroom was empty, so he locked himself in
the stall and sat on the toilet lid, waiting.
A few people come, some taking a piss, but no
one settles into the stall next to him.
He waits for an hour, before the realization
that nothing was going to happen tonight crossed his mind, so he deemed it a
lost cause and exited the bathroom, flipping the hair out of his eyes.
As he went back home, disappointment curling in
his gut, he realized the futility of it.
After all, what else did he have on that
stranger aside from the soft, sure hands and the low, velvety voice?
Jongin sighed.
Nothing. He had nothing.
It's 6 days after The Blowjob (and yes, Jongin felt that emphasis had to
be given; he's even begun to think of it in his head with first letters in
uppercase, like a fucking proper noun), that Jongin strikes with luck.
Barely minutes after he's closed the door to the
farthest stall of the club’s bathroom, someone raps softly against the wall.
Jongin counts, one, two three, heart pounding fast in his head.
He hears rustling, as if someone had settled
themselves on the floor, before the rapping starts again.
One, two,
three.
Shakily, Jongin fumbled with the button of his
jeans and slipped them, together with his underwear, down to his ankles.
He hesitated, but quickly shoved his fingers
through the hole, wiggling them, and he's rewarded by a light, fluttery kiss on
the edge of his fingertips. Jongin drags his fingers against the other's
lips, pressing down, over and over, and imagining the blood swell. The
stranger licks his lips, accidentally catching Jongin's finger, and the touch
sends a bizarre twist of anticipation in Jongin's belly. Jongin continues
running his fingers against the other's mouth, tracing the cupid's bow and the
plump lower lip. The other's lips start stretching into a smile before a tongue
started swirling on the pads of Jongin's fingers. The stranger repeats the
motion, over and over, until he finally sucks one of them into his mouth.
Jongin's breath hitches in his throat.
He's not exactly sure it's his stranger, but the
inkling of anticipation surges like a waterfall when a hand presses against his
own, massaging the fleshy mound on his palm before pressing another kiss on
Jongin's pulse point.
Jongin briefly cups his stranger's jaw before
withdrawing his hand from the hole and replacing it with his cock.
Jongin waited expectantly.
The stranger began to
touch, as if memorizing the contours and texture of Jongin's dick; under his
ministrations it began to swell, blood rushing through until it’s velvet steel.
The stranger presses a kiss to the head,
tonguing the slit before pulling the head into his mouth, sucking hard. He
alternated between rolling the head on the flat of his tongue and sucking it inside
his mouth, hand loosely fisting the base.
Jongin moaned in pleasure, the heat mounting.
It’s his stranger.
It takes longer, but eventually Jongin gets
swallowed down, the stranger's throat accommodating his girth. The other
presses his lips together, maintaining a tight suction.
Jongin cried out softly as he neared his
release. After a few more tugs and swallows his body stiffened as he released
into the other's waiting mouth.
He rested his back against the stall and slid
against it, chest heaving with the effort to breathe.
Softly, he said, "Are you going to be
back?" when what he really wanted to say is thank you, can I see you?
The stranger replied with maybe, a soft thud echoing against Jongin's head as the other
pressed his forehead against the stall.
Jongoni sighed, but does not push. He's boneless
and he feels like its time enough to sleep, so he closed his eyes and listened
to his stranger move around until the
next stall is empty.
And it escalated into obsession soon enough, it
was only a matter of time.
He'd tried to recreate the feel of those hands
on his hyperactive skin, tried to replace that sinful, blessed mouth with
another, but it was... different.
Just so.
It was driving him nuts, driving everyone around
him nuts.
He was practically going to the club every
night, sitting on the toilet lid and wondering if his stranger was behind that barrier, waiting for him to speak, or
initiate something, touching himself when the ache deepened, settling in his
belly.
He briefly entered the idea of going on his
knees too, mouth hollowing around hot, rigid flesh, the stranger fighting to
keep the noises from escaping his mouth.
Baekhyun and Chanyeol had stared him down after
a few nights when he'd come back home looking dazed and smelling of smoke and
sweat, and looked curiously when they couldn't smell the alcohol on his breath,
couldn't see the inebriety coloring his movements.
He'd tell
them. Jongin thinks. He'd tell them
as soon as he finds him.
Soon comes faster than he thought.
It's Wednesday, exactly two weeks since the time
he went to the club with Chanyeol and Baekhyun, exactly two weeks after he'd
been given one of the best blowjobs in his life by a mysterious stranger.
Sehun greeted him warmly, pressing a glass into
his hand. Jongin took a sip, giving Sehun a smile of thanks.
Sehun shrugged. "No problem." he
mouths, eyes crinkling.
Jongin smiled wistfully, shaking the glass and
watching the ice rattle inside, the drink sloshing from side to side. "Why
couldn't it have been you instead?"
Sehun doesn't hear, but beckoned him to come
closer.
"My brother's here today." Sehun
remarked casually. Jongin propped his elbows on the tabletop, listening to
Sehun over the din of then crowd. "Told you about him, right?"
Jongin nodded, heart thumping with the beat of
the music.
"He's with his friends, but I want you to
meet him, really."
Jongin shrugged. "Why not?", although
what he really wanted to say was I have
someone, which was technically an untruth.
"I can't leave the bar, but you could look
for him instead. He looks a bit like--- Yixing!"
Sehun yelled, waving his arm frantically as
another man passed by the bar, smiling at Sehun. The man walked over until he
reached the bar.
"Hey, Sehunnie." The man said easily,
reaching over and pinching Sehun's cheek. Sehun swatted at it, but he was still
smiling, instead of looking affronted.
"Where's Lu Han?"
Yixing snorted, swiping the drink that Sehun
slid over for him. "Oh, him? Bathroom again. I don't know what he does
there. Probably waiting for some guy for him to suck off. Or to suck him off.
Whatever."
Jongin's heart was hammering in his ribs.
"What?"
"He was gushing to me about actually
finding the perfect cock."
"What?" Jongin asked again, feeling like water was flooding
his ears because this was surreal and all the right ways into insanity.
"I'm his gay best friend." Yixing
replied, as if that could explain everything. "Anyway, I just left him
there. He's not drunk a single thing, so he should be fine."
"Sehun---I'm going to go for a while--"
Jongin said distractedly.
Sehun nodded at him.
"Right. See you. Will you come back? I'll get Lu Han to come here
later."
"I--sure."
Jongin said, flashed Sehun a brief smile and clambered off the seat.
Sehun turned to Yixing, who watched Jongin leave
with a raised eyebrow. "Thanks for looking after Lu Han, Xing."
"No problem .It's what I do." Yixing
replied with a smile, and disappeared into the throng of people with a last
wave.
Jongin stood in front of
the second to the last stall, watching the closed door with trepidation.
Everything was a long shot, to begin with, but
he had to make sure.
He watched the shadow underneath the stall.
Slowly, he brought his hand up and knocked.
"If it's you, Xing, I told you I'll come
later." Lu Han called out.
Jongin shivered in excitement, because it was
his stranger's voice, all soft vibrations of it, caressing his skin.
He opened the door of the last stall and closed
it back with an audible click, without stepping foot inside.
From Jongin's position outside Lu Han's
door, he waited for the telltale knock.
One, two,
three.
The knocks seemed to echo loudly inside Jongin's brain.
"Lu Han." Jongin breathed, and liked
the taste of his stranger's name on his tongue.
There was a pause, before Lu Han said,
hesitantly, "Yes?"
"Come out." Jongin cajoled. "No
one's inside the last stall."
There was a pause. "You know who I
am?"
"Yes. And you know me." (mine, really, but that's beside the
point.)
Time continued passing, and it seemed to take
entirely too long for Jongin to see his face.
He felt like he'd been standing for an hour
before the door's bolt finally slid away from its lock, and the door finally
opened.
on with Part II!