The Gift FINAL
Title: The Gift
Pairing(s): JB/JR
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Smoking, alcohol, prostitution
Summary: Jinyoung's housemates order him an escort for his 21st birthday, however things don't go as smoothly as they'd expected.
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THREE
'Calm down, Jinyoung-'
'Am I so disgusting that people need to be paid to look at me?' Jinyoung yelled through the tears choking his throat. 'Do you pity me that much?' Mark reached out to hold him, but he shook him off as if his touch burned. 'Don't touch me, don't look at me, don't talk to me.'
Jinyoung left Mark alone in the kitchen, stumbling into his bedroom on weak legs. As he sobbed into his pillow, he couldn't stop asking himself how he'd been so gullible, so easy. Was anything Jaebum said to him last night real? Had he truly wanted to kiss him or was that just part of his job description? He could still smell him on his sheets, still remember the way his eyes turned to thin lines when he smiled.
The ache didn't subside, but the tears did. Jinyoung was never one to sit around and feel sorry for himself, and it wasn't long before he was hunched over his desk again, eyes sore and dry as he distracted himself from thoughts of tattooed forearms and throaty chuckles. He kept losing his place in the textbook he was reading, constantly seeing Jaebum's name within the paragraphs.
He sat back, frustrated, and dragged his palms over his eyes, willing himself to get a grip. He turned his head when a gentle knock sounded from his doorway, and saw Mark standing there hesitantly.
'Can we talk?' He asked, and Jinyoung nodded softly, sighing.
Mark sat on his bed quietly, and for a while the only sounds were their breathing and the drag of Jinyoung's pencil. Finally, Mark spoke up. 'I didn't mean for it to end up like this. I just wanted you to have a good time.'
Jinyoung felt himself bristle, but fought to keep himself calm, not tearing his eyes away from the textbook he'd long since stopped reading. 'It says a lot that you think I can't have a good time without you buying me a prostitute.' He muttered, and Mark huffed behind him. Jinyoung could almost feel the older man's frown burning into his neck.
'Look, I understand why you're mad, Jinyoung, but cut me some slack. You had a good night, and Jaebum enjoyed himself too-'
'Of course he enjoyed himself. I would enjoy myself if I was getting a big wad of cash for it too.'
Mark let out a frustrated groan, 'Can't you just take this as a good thing? It doesn't have to be a big deal, nothing bad happened-'
Jinyoung finally reached the end of his patience, standing and turning to Mark with balled fists. 'You're not the one who's been made a fool of. I don't even want to look at you. Get out.'
Mark's face went blank as he stood stiffly, walking to the door without further comment until he stopped with his hand on the door frame, not turning his head.
'Don't let something this stupid break us, Jinyoung.' He breathed, and Jinyoung sighed deeply.
'I just don't want to talk about it right now, give me some time alone.'
Mark nodded his head slightly before disappearing, leaving Jinyoung standing there alone. He unballed his fists, feeling as if he wanted to just curl up in bed for a millennia and never face anybody again. It was true that it wasn't worth losing Mark over this, but the man had done him such a wrongness he just couldn't bear to be near him until the hurt was less fresh, less sore.
-
Weeks passed after Jinyoung's sham of a date, and he found himself swamped by coursework, completely absorbed in study. It came as a surprise when his parents came to visit unannounced one day, bursting his bubble of worldly ignorance. They met him in a coffee shop, and he guessed it was so they'd feel in control; it wasn't as if Jinyoung could scream or shout at them without making a scene there.
'Jinyoungie,' His mother cooed in the sickly sweet way she always did, as if nothing had happened between them. 'We have a girl we'd like you to meet. She's very beautiful, and her father could give you a high position in his company.' She reached across the table gingerly, taking his hand in hers. 'We miss you, son.'
The urge to roll his eyes was hard to fight, tired with the insincerity of it all. He was sure they did miss him, but not in the way he wanted them to. His fathers face could have been cut from marble, unmoving and rigid. It was actually a shock to Jinyoung when his stiff lips finally moved.
'It's time you came home. No more of this silly business, these friends you're confusing yourself with. They're bad for you.'
'Bad for your reputation, you mean.' Jinyoung muttered bitterly, and his fathers face reddened at his words.
'We've done everything for you, and this is the attitude we get!' He bristled, and his mother turned her face away with a sour expression. 'These people you hang around with are ill, Jinyoung. I won't have my son falling to their sick, perverted ways.'
Jinyoung bit his lip, trying hard to hold his words back. It didn't work, though, and his lips parted whether he wanted them to or not.
'It's not an illness.' He breathed, not making eye contact. His father's colour was closely resembling a tomato.
'What?' He asked, less of a question and more of a warning.
'It's not an illness. My whole life I've listened to you demean my existence, deny what- who I am. I'm gay.'
His mother snatched her hand away suddenly, going pale. 'Keep your voice down.' She muttered sharply, and Jinyoung huffed.
'I don't have leprosy, mother. You can touch me, it's not contagious.'
'Don't speak to her like that.' His father snapped firmly, and Jinyoung still felt himself flinch at his voice. 'We won't accept this lunacy.'
'Whether you accept it or not, nothing will change. I'm happy here, with these people. I don't have to lie to them, they love me for who I am.'
His mother put on the waterworks, then, clutching a napkin to her face as she sniffed obnoxiously. 'See, this is what you do to us.' His father appealed, hands waving wildly. 'You're an embarrassment. I don't know what's happened to you-'
'Nothing has happened to me.' Jinyoung shook his head, eyes imploring. 'The only thing that's different is that I'm away from you, away from your smothering and ignorance. You'd rather pretend nothing's happening than open your eyes and accept the truth.'
'You think we'll keep sending you money to fund your blasphemy?'
'I can get a job. I don't need to depend on you.'
'If that's how you want it to be, then fine. This is the end of it, no son of ours will shame us like this.'
Jinyoung only nodded solemnly, feeling relief wash through him. He was right, he was no son of theirs.
-
At first he'd felt triumphant after the showdown with his parents, but it wasn't long before the weight of the finances he could no longer pay were pressing down upon him. Handing his woefully empty resumé in to every establishment he walked past bore no fruit; if he did get a call, the interview would go nowhere and he ended up feeling less confident after every rejection. It was when he spoke to Youngjae over breakfast that the younger boy mentioned that he worked at a café on campus, offering to put a word in for him. Jinyoung nearly squeezed the life out of him in thanks, littering his face with wet kisses until BamBam intervened, saving the poor kid.
He'd expected it to be hard going, but after a few shifts he was better than most people there. He had a few regulars, girls who would twirl their hair and make their order as long as possible just to steal some of his time. It was his seventh shift when somebody he hadn't seen before showed up, walking in with a man who's face Jinyoung couldn't quite catch before he sat down with his back to him. The girl had a sweet voice, ordering two coffees to their table before she left Jinyoung to make them.
When Jinyoung brought the coffees over, his blood ran cold, frozen in place with shaking hands. They didn't notice him at first, and he watched Jaebum playing with her hands, admiring the gold band on her finger. She was giggling at whatever he was saying, and Jinyoung was sick with jealousy. Slamming the mugs down between them, he watched as Jaebum recoiled, hot coffee spilling over and scalding his hand. His head snapped up to curse Jinyoung out, but he stilled when their eyes met.
'Jinyoung?' He breathed, an odd expression on his face. Jinyoung pretended he didn't hear, smiling sweetly and politely asking them to enjoy their drinks before he turned on his heel and walked away as calmly as he could. The smile fell from his lips as soon as his back was turned, tears stinging his eyes. He practically dived into the staff room, catching Youngjae coming off his break.
'Please, Youngjae, cover for me.' He almost sobbed, clutching at the younger boys shoulders. Youngjae looked at him like he was crazy, holding onto Jinyoung carefully as if he might break.
'Hyung, what's wrong? You look pale, are you ill? Don't worry about it.'
Jinyoung thanked him profusely, crushing him into a bone breaking hug until Youngjae choked for breath. He left out the back, unable to stomach seeing Jaebum's face again.
The walk home was long, people giving him strange looks as he passed by at the sight of his tear-streaked face. Why was he still hurting when it was weeks ago? He had no right to be hurt seeing Jaebum with other people - it was his job. Jinyoung was a job too. It meant nothing.
A nagging thought wouldn't leave his mind, though, Mark's voice ringing in his ears. The older boy had definitely mentioned how Jaebum exclusively worked with guys.
The memory of the gold band around the girls slender finger wouldn't fade.
-
Time moved like treacle, but Jinyoung had finally handed in his assignments, one weight lifted from his aching back. BamBam had arranged a massive party, as almost everybody was free from exams and assessments. It was obvious people had been swamped with work, the whole house heaving with bodies as people blew off steam. Jinyoung hadn't let loose in a while, and the last time he'd drank had been with Jaebum, so he was eager to make... different memories.
He wandered the party, peeking into the living room to see the younger boys playing strip poker with a few unknown faces and losing horribly. He had no idea Yugyeom was so bloody ripped, and it made him a little self conscious. Maybe it was time to start hitting the gym over the holidays. He passed Jackson and Mark engrossed in a game of beer pong, a pang of guilt hitting him for a moment. He hadn't traded words with his best friend since they'd argued, too embarrassed to make the first move. He knew the older boy wouldn't make a big deal about it, but Jinyoung could be ridiculously stubborn.
He couldn't help but grin widely as he entered the kitchen to find Youngjae sucking face with the girl he liked, feeling smug that it was his fault they'd even spoken to each other. He patted him roughly on the shoulder as he grabbed a bottle of vodka off the table, the younger boy not even budging. Jinyoung had grown a certain talent for hosting over the various parties they'd thrown, always wandering around to make sure people were having a good time and felt comfortable. Eventually he grew tired of the heat and noise and took a break, stepping out into the back garden and breathing the fresh winter air. He didn't see Jaebum leaning against the wall, smoking alone in the darkness.
Sipping his drink, he sat down on a step, nearly spilling the whole thing over himself when a shadow emerged, setting itself down beside him. His eyes were wide as he stared at Jaebum, heart racing at the warmth of his knee touching his own. He noticed how tired Jaebum looked, hair messy and bags grey and deep beneath his piercing eyes.
'Hey.' Throaty and deep, the voice Jinyoung had been hearing in his dreams for weeks. Jinyoung could only whisper a cracked 'Hey' in return, wondering if he was hallucinating. He hadn't seen Jaebum around the party at all.
'How are you?'
'I'm fine.' Jinyoung mumbled, and Jaebum nodded slowly, licking his lips before he sighed.
'You never called.' The words left him as if he'd been waiting to say them for a while, and Jinyoung's eyebrows shot up, confused until he remembered the slip of paper he'd ripped to shreds. 'I was waiting and waiting but there was nothing,' He sighed, 'Next thing I know you're scalding me with coffee and acting like you've never seen my face before.'
Jinyoung was taken aback by the idea of Jaebum actually waiting for him to call, but he was still suspicious of his sincerity, struggling to meet the older man's eyes.
'I didn't want to interrupt you while you were working.'
He knew he sounded sulky and petulant, and Jaebum looked at him quizzically.
'Working?'
Jinyoung couldn't help the mean edge to his voice. 'You were with a client, weren't you?'
Jaebum looked at him for a moment before a flash of hurt passed over his face. 'That was my sister. She came to show me her engagement ring. What do you mean by client?'
Embarrassment burned at Jinyoung's cheeks at the revelation, unable to believe how long he'd sulked thinking Jaebum was engaged. He was in too deep now, though, to pull himself out of the grave he was digging. 'You're an escort, aren't you? I thought...'
Jaebum's looked sad, disappointed, and Jinyoung felt regret for even saying anything, his anger completely dissipating in place of guilt.
'I'm sorry, Jinyoung. Mark was adamant that you shouldn't know who I was or what I did.' He shook his head slowly, thoughtfully. 'I don't do that anymore, anyway.'
'Do what?'
'Escorting.'
'Why?'
Jaebum looked at him, then, a twinkle in his eye and Jinyoung felt his heart skip a beat. How long had he been waiting to be trapped in that gaze once more? 'Because I met someone who was more important than the money.'
The warmth he felt before turned to burning jealousy, and he could only smile weakly. Though he was hurt, heart tender and wounded, he couldn't help but feel as if they could be good friends after this. Jaebum wasn't his, was never his. It was an infatuation, and if Jaebum was off limits, maybe it would be easier for him to move on.
'I'm glad you found someone.' He breathed, and Jaebum looked puzzled for a moment before he chuckled throatily.
'Yeah, it's just a shame this guy is a bit dense. I met him a while ago while I was working but... it didn't really feel like work, you know? I even left him my number and he didn't call.' His tone was wistful, playful, and Jinyoung felt like he'd stumbled into a trap. Jaebum was smirking in the way that made Jinyoung's insides twist, and he couldn't help but pout.
'You're not funny.' He mumbled petulantly, even if his heart was pounding in anticipation, and Jaebum laughed heartily, tapping Jinyoung's leg before he held his hand out.
'Give me your phone.' He asked abruptly, and Jinyoung looked at him in confusion.
'What, why?'
'I want to make sure you call me this time. Let's start again.'
They sat out there the whole night talking about nothing and everything until Jaebum popped inside for a bottle of wine, and Jinyoung took a moment to catch his breath. He was overwhelmed at seeing Jaebum again, feeling caught up in the older man once more. There was something about Jaebum that made Jinyoung feel like he was taking a chance, jumping into the deep end, and it was dangerous how badly he wanted to take the risk. He'd almost forgotten how easy he was to talk to, how every lingering glance would set his skin tingling.
When the back door opened again, he looked up to see Jaebum leaning seductively against the door frame, bottle in hand. Jinyoung couldn't help but laugh, and Jaebum swaggered over to sit back down, two glasses clinking in his long fingers. He poured them both a glass, and they clicked their glasses together, a cheeky look in Jaebum's eyes as he took a slow sip.
Jinyoung couldn't help but purse his lips at the taste, a look of pure disgust twisting his features, and Jaebum laughed suddenly, wine bursting from his mouth as he choked. Jinyoung found himself laughing along, patting Jaebum's back softly as the older man coughed.
'What's so funny?' He managed between giggles. Jaebum just shook his head, smirking before taking another sip.
'You don't like wine?' He asked with a smile on his lips, and Jinyoung shook his head softly with a frown.
'It tastes so bad, but I'll bear with it if I want to get drunk.' Jaebum's mouth quirked at the side.
'You know, I don't like it too much either.' Jaebum leaned in as if he was sharing a big secret. 'Somehow I just got used to drinking it and I can barely taste the stuff anymore.'
To prove his point, he tossed the whole glass of wine down his throat, adams apple bobbing slowly with every gulp, and Jinyoung watched, almost tasting the vile liquid himself.
'That's so wrong.' He laughed when Jaebum had finished the glass without so much as a grimace, winking as he ran his tongue over his stained lips.
'There's something I think would take the edge off that, though.' Jaebum said huskily, and Jinyoung found himself leaning closer just to hear him. It was far too late when he realised Jaebum was leaning in with intent, and he could have melted when he felt those lips press firmly to his own - far more sober than the last time, and far more wanting of the touch. Jaebum's hand came to rest at Jinyoung's nape, easing him in to the kiss, and it was over far too soon. They pulled apart with a soft noise, soft breaths exhaled against each other's lips. When Jinyoung opened his eyes, Jaebum looked almost scared, as if Jinyoung would run for the hills any second. Jinyoung just smiled at him softly.
'This won't cost me anything, will it?' He asked playfully, and Jaebum tilted his head slightly, thumb still rubbing circles against the back of Jinyoung's ear.
'Only your time and patience.'
They didn't return to the party, instead weaving their way through the throng of bodies to Jinyoung's bedroom, avoiding Jinyoung's housemates as much as they could. Jinyoung was pretty sure he heard someone whistle from the living room, but he ignored it. He had Jaebum now, and he wasn't getting interrupted for any reason.
He was nervous, but he couldn't help thinking how natural Jaebum looked standing in the middle of his room as if he was meant to be there. Jinyoung sat on his bed stiffly, trying to quell his stuttering heartbeat. It was different being in here compared to outside; the bedroom had connotations, and he didn't know how he should be acting, what words they should be exchanging.
Jaebum was casually looking around his bedroom quietly as if it was the most interesting place he'd ever been. He tentatively picked up a photo frame that was placed downwards on Jinyoung's desk, a picture of him with his parents as a child. The older man quirked an eyebrow when he turned to look at him.
'Things still not any better, huh?'
Jinyoung pursed his lips and shrugged. 'I'm surprised you remember, but no. They visited recently, told me they had a girl they wanted me to get acquainted with. Of course, they cut their ties with me when I told them I was a raging homosexual.'
Jaebum chuckled at that, looking at the photograph once more before setting it down. 'You were a cute kid.' Jinyoung smiled softly, but tensed when Jaebum came to lie on the bed beside him, arms behind his head. 'My parents are the arranged marriage type. Had me a wife ready when I was barely out of the womb, never even met the girl.'
Jinyoung's eyes went wide as he stared down at Jaebum in shock. 'You're married?' He gasped, and Jaebum smirked.
'No, things didn't work out that way.'
Jinyoung would have clutched his chest, still reeling from his near-heart attack. Instead he collected himself like a normal human being.
'You say that a lot.'
'You want to hear the story?'
'Please.' Jinyoung wanted to know everything about Jaebum, desperate for the mystery to be solved.
Jaebum groaned, sitting up comfortably against the wall with his legs touching Jinyoung's thigh as he began to pick at a fraying string on the rip of his jeans. 'I already told you my parents wanted me to take over the business, right?' He looked to the younger man, and Jinyoung nodded, 'Well, my dad pretty much planned my whole college career out for me. I ditched all the lessons he wanted me to attend once I got here; sneaking into film seminars and going to photography classes I wasn't enrolled in. They came to visit to see why my grades were so low, why my attendance was slipping. Theyd given no warning, of course, so I wasn't ready for them to burst into my room unannounced.'
Jaebum sighed, obviously in discomfort at the memory. 'So there I was, buck naked banging some guy I was into at the time, bong on the table and everything. I could have died on the spot. My dad dragged me out into the hallway and punched me so hard I thought I'd never speak again.' Jinyoung could only squeeze his thigh comfortingly, lost for words. 'I'd never seen my mom cry before then, it was awful. I haven't seen either of them since. My dad wasn't much of a loss, but my mom never did anything wrong. My sister still keeps in contact with me though - as you know.' Jaebum smirked, then, and Jinyoung screwed his face up. 'She's actually going through with her marriage. Thankfully she likes the guy. He'll be inheriting the company instead of me; though I couldn't care less.'
Jinyoung was gripped, wanting to know everything about Jaebum and almost short circuiting trying to figure out how to ask for more.
'Was that after you became an escort?'
Jaebum shook his head softly. 'No. Once the money was gone I needed something quickly or I'd be out on the street. I was a stripper for a while.' Jinyoung must have looked shocked, because Jaebum winked at him devilishly. 'I could show you a few moves, Jinyoungie.'
He felt himself flush just at the thought, slapping the older man's thigh to stop his teasing. Jaebum chuckled throatily, and Jinyoung didn't know he could feel so at ease with someone who only weeks ago had been paid to sleep with him.
'What are you doing now, then, if you don't escort anymore?'
Jaebum shrugged, 'I met up with some friends I used to dance with before, we hang out sometimes. I'm getting back into it slowly. For money, Jackson's dad set me up managing one of his restaurants, says I have good leadership skills.'
Jaebum looked smug just repeating the praise, and Jinyoung couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for him.
He knew his questions were beginning to take on the tone of an interview, but he couldn't resist. 'Do you think you'll miss escorting?'
Jaebum didn't hesitate to shake his head, 'Having a sweaty old man falling asleep on top of you every night really isn't the life, no matter how much money you're making. I didn't even realise I was depressed until after I met you.' He paused, looking away for a moment. 'Even Jackson didn't know - he met me after I started stripping, just before I dropped out of college completely. I guess he'd never seen me any differently.'
Jinyoung could see Jaebum's thoughts lingering on the negative, and he nudged the conversation in a different direction. 'It's crazy how we didn't know each other when we have so many friends in common.'
'Jackson mentioned you guys to me a few times, but I was too caught up in my own thing. It would have been nice if we'd met under different circumstances, maybe things wouldn't be so fucked up between us.' Jinyoung frowned at that and Jaebum caught the expression, quickly adding to his harsh statement. 'After all this shit I know you wont trust me for a while, and I respect that. Honestly I wasn't going to come tonight, but the idea of seeing you again, being able to explain things, I just couldn't stay away.' Somehow Jaebum had a way of saying cheesy things in the most casual way imaginable, and Jinyoung couldn't stop himself from smiling softly, feeling warm and tingly like a young girl being confessed to by her crush. There was one more question burning on his tongue though, something he'd been wondering for a while.
'That night, did we... did we?'
'What? Sleep together?' Jinyoung nodded, suddenly regretting even bringing it up. Jaebum didn't seem to care, answering as nonchalantly as he answered every question Jinyoung offered.
'No, you fell asleep. It was for the best, too; you were really drunk. If we'd slept together I doubt you'd even consider talking to me like this.'
Jinyoung raised an eyebrow. 'You were drunk, too.'
Jaebum sighed, 'Maybe, but even then I was working; it would have been your first time, and you would have woken up alone in the morning feeling like shit. More shit than you probably ended up feeling, anyway.'
Jinyoung understood what he was saying, glad to have clarity over the whole situation. 'How noble of you.' He smirked, seeing Jaebum mockingly puff out his chest with pride. He shifted, crossing his legs while he faced Jinyoung inquisitively.
'What are you doing after you graduate? You have a year left, right? I never asked what you study.'
Jinyoung hummed, moving to lie his head in Jaebum's lap and almost purring when his fingers began to card through his hair. 'Nothing special; I do drama and linguistics with some art history on the side. I might just teach English for a while once I'm done... make a dent in this student debt.'
Jaebum seemed interested, 'Drama? Is our shy little Jinyoungie actually the next Tom Cruise?'
Jinyoung rolled his eyes, feeling a slight thrill run through him at Jaebum's interest in something he was rarely asked about. 'I can cry on cue, wanna see?'
Jaebum raised an eyebrow but nodded softly, moving his legs to lie down beside him, and Jinyoung focused for a moment, watching as Jaebum's expression turned to one of panic. 'Woah, woah, that's way too realistic, how do you do that?'
Jinyoung wiped his eyes, trying to stop his hiccuping breaths. 'I just think of a time I felt really, really bad and they flow out.'
Jaebum swiped at a stray tear, looking at him consideringly. 'What do you usually think about, if you don't mind me asking?'
Jinyoung cringed slightly, embarrassed. 'It's kind of stupid, really, but it upset me at the time. One Christmas I really wanted this toy; I begged and begged for it - I never asked for anything at Christmas usually, but this time I really wanted it. Woke up on Christmas day to the same stuff my parents got every Christmas, and my they pretended I hadn't asked for anything else. I didn't cry then, but I wanted to.'
'What did you ask for?'
'Ah, don't make me say it.' Jaebum's eyes lit up at his reluctance, seeing a chance to tease. He nudged him with his knee insistently, and Jinyoung caved with a hefty sigh. 'I wanted one of those Barbie playhouse sets with the Ken doll and the shoes and the big pink castle - don't laugh, you shit, I was twelve.'
Jaebum was still snorting, eyes in thin lines, and somehow Jinyoung found himself enjoying the teasing. 'And your parents still didn't think something was different about you? Was that around the time you were asking for superhero figurines just so you could take their clothes off and look at their muscles?'
Jinyoung looked at him bizarrely, 'No, was that what you did?'
Jaebum scrunched his face up, caught. 'That wasn't supposed to come back to hit me, shit.'
They laughed together for a while, and Jinyoung could hear Mark and Jackson stumbling upstairs to Mark's bedroom noisily. Their laughter had subsided and Jaebum was looking at him intensely, gaze dropping to his lips every few seconds, and Jinyoung couldn't help but wet them anxiously, heart picking up a running pace. Jaebum closed the distance slowly, and Jinyoung felt as if he'd been without Jaebum's taste for far too long, even if he'd felt his lips barely an hour before.
Jaebum slipped a hand around his waist, moving closer to him on the bed as he deepened the kiss, and Jinyoung could have melted into the mattress with the sweetness of it. He scraped his fingers through Jaebum's auburn hair, parting his lips to let the older man lick slowly into his mouth, entwining his tongue with his own skillfully.
They lay there for a while, just kissing indulgently, and it seemed Jaebum would be content to just kiss him to death. Jinyoung wondered if it was because it was such a rarity for him, but either way, the younger man had other things on his mind. His hand slipped from Jaebum's hair to gently trace the expanse of his neck, sliding down his firm chest until his fingertips were teasing at his belt, dipping lower to play with the teeth of his zipper.
Jaebum pulled away, eyes darting between them to take in Jinyoung's fingers fluttering against his zip, before he met his eyes darkly. Jinyoung bit his lip coyly, pressing his hand firmly against Jaebum's crotch; the shyness he'd felt last time he'd had his hand in the same place was completely forgotten. Jaebum sighed softly, hand moving from Jinyoung's waist to squeeze his backside firmly before he sat up, turning Jinyoung onto his back and leaning down to reclaim his lips.
Jinyoung wrapped his legs around Jaebum's waist, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt before he grew impatient and tugged the fabric up roughly. The older man broke the kiss, kneeling to pull his shirt over his head and smirking at Jinyoung's expression, watching as he took in the toned chest and tattooed skin. Jinyoung ran his fingers up Jaebum's forearms slowly, tracing the inky lines and bands before he met the older mans eyes again, seeing him looking back with an odd expression.
He doesn't have time to ask what's wrong before Jaebum is pulling at his shirt, dragging it over his head roughly and gripping his sharp hips, leaning down to press his lips to Jinyoung's chest and dragging his tongue over a nipple filthily. Jinyoung arched at the sensation, the wetness of Jaebum's tongue and the slight drag of teeth over the sensitive flesh. He raked one hand through Jaebum's hair, the other trying to find purchase on his broad back. Jaebum's head moved lower, kissing and sucking at Jinyoung's pale, untouched skin; tongue dipping teasingly into his bellybutton quickly and making the younger man shudder.
Pulling Jaebum up to kiss him once again, his hands slipped down the smooth expanse of his lower back, over the swell of his ass before he moved them between them, slowly unfastening the older mans belt. Jaebum's hand came to rest atop his own, stilling his motions as his kisses ceased, and Jinyoung looked up at the redhead in confusion, wondering if he'd done something wrong or gone too far.
'Are you sure you want to do this?' Jaebum breathed against Jinyoung's lips, and he nodded without hesitation, attempting to move his hands to work at Jaebum's belt again, but the older didn't budge. 'Look at me,' He insisted, and Jinyoung met his eyes, 'I need to hear you say it.'
Jinyoung felt too warm suddenly, dizzy and bewildered, but there were no second thoughts or hesitation when the words slipped from his lips.
'i want you.'
Jaebum kissed him like a man drowning, pushing Jinyoung's hands away to remove his own belt and Jinyoung;s afterwards, before he sat back with lungs straining for breath, tugging his own jeans down roughly. Jinyoung watched hungrily as more of Jaebum's body was revealed to his roaming eyes; strong thighs and a firm backside. His boxers were tight and hugged his slender form deliciously, and it gave Jinyoung a thrill to see the impressive semi tenting the fabric, just the thought of being the object of Jaebum's arousal making his mouth go dry.
'Like what you see?' Jaebum snickered, and Jinyoung just folded his hands behind his head cockily, shrugging.
'What if I do?'
Jaebum cocked an eyebrow, a devious smile spreading over his lips as he kneeled over Jinyoung, hands darting out suddenly to tug at the younger mans jeans. Jinyoung yelped in surprise, cocky demeanor quickly ruffled as he kicked wildly at the older boy, causing a few 'oof's and 'argh's; until Jaebum had him free of the fabric, legs bared and a blush creeping down his chest. Jaebum looked smug, and Jinyoung could only hide his face behind his hands, embarrassed by how visibly hard he was. For some reason he'd decided to wear the most unsexy underwear that night, tiny teddybears on a pink floral fabric, and he could hear Jaebum's laughter trying to escape his pursed lips.
'How was I supposed to know I'd be getting laid tonight?' He finally grumbled, moving his hands to glare up at Jaebum's stupid face.
'Jinyoungie-ah, you're driving me crazy.' He managed between repressed giggles, and Jinyoung was taken back to a very different night when Jaebum had whispered the same thing to him, over the blare of music, a very different tone to his voice. 'God, I could just eat you.' He crooned, and Jinyoung rolled his eyes until he caught the shift in Jaebum's expression. 'I could, if you wanted me to.'
Jinyoung looked at him like he was mad, confused at whatever gibberish he was speaking and growing more and more impatient the longer his dick wasn't free from his underwear. 'You could what?' He asked lazily.
'Eat you.'
'What do you even mean by that? Cannibalism really doesn't turn me on.'
Jaebum seemed overly pleased that he'd asked that question, his eyes lightning up playfully. 'It means,' He started slowly, hand trailing down Jinyoung's chest, fingers dancing over his cock and making his breath hitch. 'Licking,' His fingers teased over his balls. 'And sucking,' Jinyoung's legs spread slightly, hips jumping when those long fingers moved between his legs, circling his hole teasingly. 'Here.'
'That's filthy,' Jinyoung breathed, unable to draw his eyes away from where Jaebum's hand had disappeared to.
'Sometimes being filthy can feel good. Besides, if you're clean down there it hardly matters.'
Jaebum was so blunt about it that Jinyoung couldn't help but ask, 'Do you do that a lot? The eating thing?'
'It's calling rimming, and no. Some guys ask to do it to me but it can be fiddly with all the protection you have to wear. Doesn't feel as good with a mouth full of rubber.'
'Protection?'
'There are plenty of ways to get STI's, Jinyoungie. I do a lot of things that might kill me, but I refuse to die because of stupid shit like that.'
Jaebum was refreshing in his honesty and frankness, but it brought another thing to Jinyoung's attention.
'I don't have condoms.'
'Ah, shit.' Jaebum clicked his tongue. 'It's rare I leave the house without any. but yeah I'm all empty too. Do you even have lube?' Jinyoung shook his head, slightly flustered by his lack of preparedness, and Jaebum sighed, sitting back on the balls of his feet.
'There's only one thing for it, then.' He droned solemnly, and Jinyoung felt his heart drop. 'You'll have to go and ask Mark for some.'
That wasn't what Jinyoung had been expecting him to say. He was anticipating 'looks like we'll have to do this another night' but this was so much worse. 'Why do I have to go? Jackson's up there, you ask!' He whined, and Jaebum rolled away to his side, hands behind his head as he closed his eyes, smug smile on his lips.
'I'm a guest in this house, it wouldn't be proper.'
-
As he stood outside Mark's door, Jinyoung wanted to die. He pulled his robe tighter around him, shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably. Something about standing outside your best friends bedroom with a raging erection was seriously bizarre. Finally plucking up the courage to knock, he listens to the sound of shuffling, feet landing heavily on the floor and trudging over. The door opened quickly to reveal a thoroughly debauched Mark, hair askew and shirtless with his jeans undone, lips red and swollen.
'Sorry to interrupt,' He mumbled awkwardly, and Mark raised an eyebrow.
'What's up?' The older boy asked with a rough voice, and Jinyoung had to take a breath to ready himself for what he was about to ask.
'...lube...con...ms' He croaked, and Mark looked at him as if he was speaking another language.
'What? Have you lost your voice or something?'
Jinyoung balled his fists, calling upon the strength he knew was within him. 'Can I borrow some lube and condoms?' His voice came out a lot louder than he'd anticipated this time, and he could hear Jackson's hyena laugh from the darkness of Mark's room. He was sure he'd turned a dangerous shade of red, and it took an enormous amount of strength to meet Mark's amused eyes.
'So I guess this means you've forgiven me, then?'
Jinyoung just pulled a face, wishing Mark would end his torture, and the older man ruffled his hair with a grin. He disappeared for a moment before returning with the goods. 'Go get him, kid.' He winked, and Jinyoung wanted nothing more than to curl up and die.
-
When he willed his heart to return to a normal pace, he opened his door and was welcomed with the sight of Jaebum reclining casually on the bed, completely naked with his cock standing proudly between his legs, hand slowly teasing the length as he smirked languidly at Jinyoung's dumbstruck face. He beckoned with his fingers, 'Come here.'
Jinyoung felt his feet moving without telling them to, shrugging off his robe and throwing Mark's generous gifts onto the bed before Jaebum grabbed him and pulled him on top of him. They kissed messily and Jaebum snatched his hand, wrapping it around his cock. A shock ran through Jinyoung at the feel of it, similar yet startlingly different to his own, thicker and deliciously hard in his grip. Jaebum's hands were caressing his backside beneath the fabric of his boxers, kneading at the flesh and sending spikes of pleasure up Jinyoung's spine.
Jinyoung gasped when he felt a slender digit drag against his hole teasingly, and he pressed back against it urgently, looking up at the sound of Jaebum's dark chuckle. 'Full of surprises, Jinyoungie.' He all but growled, leaning in to bite his lip softly before he flipped them over, Jinyoung landing on his back, legs falling open to bracket Jaebum's narrow hips.
He watched with anticipation as Jaebum reached for the lube, coating his fingers expertly. Jinyoung didn't expect him to slither down the sheets, jumping in shock as Jaebum licked a stripe up the underside of his cock suddenly and making a truly strange sound leave his lips. Glancing between his legs, he could have came just at the way Jaebum was looking at him. His legs trembled at the feel of a wet, cold digit slipping slowly inside him, and he breathed slowly, willing himself to relax.
'Done this before?'
'Hm?' At some point his eyes had fluttered shut again, and he opened them to see Jaebum looking at him with rapt attention.
'Fingered yourself, have you done it before?'
Jaebum slipped in a second finger while he was distracted, and Jinyoung gasped at the pleasurable burn. 'Yeah.' He breathed, seeing Jaebum's eyes change.
'Ever thought about me while you're doing it?' He winked, pressing a soft kiss to Jinyoung's thigh as he scissored his fingers, crooking them this way and that and making Jinyoung's breath hitch whenever he brushed over a sensitive spot.
'Hm, wouldn't you like to know.' Jinyoung smiled teasingly, but the expression was quickly wiped from his face in place off a wide-mouthed moan, eyebrows knitting together as Jaebum began kneading his fingers against his prostate slowly.
'I could barely go one night without thinking about you.' Jaebum's voice was deep and throaty, pupils blown, and just the thought of Jaebum stroking his cock to the thought of him made him contract around the older man's probing fingers, hips shifting down to meet his thrusts as he moaned softly. 'You sound so much more beautiful than I imagined, Jinyoungie.' Jinyoung barely noticed the third finger, eyes tightly shut as he turned his face into the pillow, hot breaths dampening the cloth. 'So sexy.'
His back arched at the feel of Jaebum's hot mouth enveloping his balls, sucking softly, and he pushed him away urgently, head spinning. 'Don't want to come until you're inside me.' He breathed desperately, knees trembling. Jaebum shifted back up the sheets, kissing him deeply as he rearranged Jinyoung's limbs. When he felt Jaebum's cock pressing against his stretched hole, he clenched reflexively in anticipation. Jaebum rolled on a condom slowly, and Jinyoung couldn't help wondering if he'd ever feel him without one.
'Relax.' Jaebum sank in slowly, and Jinyoung's mouth went slack in a drawn out moan at the stretch of it, the delicious ache. It was too slow, just on the edge of not enough, and he pressed his heels into Jaebum's lower back, pushing him deeper. Jaebum chuckled throatily, obviously struggling to hold himself back. 'Fuck, you're eager. Doesn't it hurt?'
Jinyoung shook his head, lip caught between his teeth. He couldn't open his eyes, eyebrows knitted as he lost in the sensation of Jaebum's hot length filling him so completely. He rocked his hips up to urge Jaebum into moving, and the older man groaned deeply, the sound going straight to Jinyoung's cock. When Jaebum finally relented, hips snapping as he fucked into him, he couldn't restrain his moans, the drag of his cock driving him crazy. Jaebum knew what he was doing, and Jinyoung arched almost painfully, eyes going wide as he gasped up at Jaebum, the older man grinding against his prostate slowly, precum dripping from Jinyoung's cock.
Volume control was out of the window by then, and Jinyoung couldn't stop himself from nearly shrieking when Jaebum pulled out suddenly, cock springing against his abdomen and Jinyoung's hole clenching desperately at the loss. He was a mess, looking blearily up at the older boy in confusion, hands reaching out blindly. Jaebum looked just as lost as him, barely clinging to his senses. His hair was sick with sweat, clinging to his forehead as his chest heaved with heavy breaths and his cock strained, red and full.
Jaebum rolled him onto his side suddenly, and Jinyoung was putty in his hands, barely registering hands on his thighs as the older man rearranged his limbs before scooting up close behind him as he kissed his neck, sucking bruises into the pale skin. He moaned wantonly as Jaebum pressed into him again, holding his leg up and sliding in to the hilt. Jaebum was whispering nonsense into his ear, the sound of his husky voice only bringing Jinyoung closer to his climax. Jaebum was deeper now in this position, fucking into him ruthlessly and hitting his sweet spot over and over again.
'Fuck, love the sound of you voice.' Jaebum groaned, biting hard at the juncture of Jinyoung's neck, and the younger man felt no warning before he was coming hard, nerves alight as his head rolled back against Jaebum's shoulder, mouth wide in a long, throaty moan. He must have blacked out for a moment, opening his eyes blearily to the sound of Jaebum's deep voice cracking, nonsense still pouring from his lips and his pace not slowing. Jinyoung was oversensitive, breath hitching with every thrust, but he didn't want Jaebum to stop, wishing he could feel him come inside him. Leaning back against him, arm reaching back to curl his fingers in Jaebum's wet hair, he watched him; eyes squeezed shut, brows knit and teeth clenched.
'Fuck me, Jaebum, feels so good, want to see you come.' Jaebum went rigid, hips stuttering as he fucked hard and deep, groaning with every thrust and making Jinyoung tremble. Jaebum rolled his hips as he came down from his high, sucking a bruise into Jinyoung's neck before he pulled out. He turned him gently, latching onto his lips and kissing him thoroughly. Jinyoung felt bone tired and satisfied, wondering why it took so long to experience something so good. He couldn't help but revel in the fact he'd been lucky enough to meet Jaebum, whatever the circumstances may have been.
Jaebum pulled him into his arms, tugging the duvet up and over their naked bodies. Moaning contentedly against his warm chest, Jinyoung felt sleep taking him. Jaebum's voice rumbled against his ear, sleep-thick and rich. 'Been so long since I slept after sex.'
'You better be here when I wake up.'
'Be careful, I might never leave.'
Jinyoung couldn't think of anything he'd want more, but despite Jaebum's words he held him tightly nonetheless, sinking into a deep sleep with the scent of Jaebum all around him, wrapped in his warm embrace.
He awoke with Jaebum's arm slung over him, the older man snoring softly against his neck. He played with the tattoos on Jaebum's forearm, tracing the inky shapes with interest. He wondered when he got them, if they meant anything, if they hurt. Moving his legs slightly, he found them entangled with Jaebum's, and noticed the burn in his lower back; it was sore, but he savoured the feel of it when paired with the memory of Jaebum moving inside of him, consuming him entirely.
Suddenly he was hit with a wave of embarrassment, recalling how loud he'd been, and checking his phone suspiciously his fears were confirmed. His lock screen glowed green with messages from Mark, Jackson and BamBam, and he tossed his phone away, groaning softly with the knowledge that they'd never let him live it down. There was still some small comfort to take in the fact that he'd once walked in on Mark and Jackson in some weird bondage scene, and definitely caught BamBam in drag more than once. This was nothing.
Jaebum stirred, letting out a deep breath against Jinyoung's skin and sending a shiver up his spine. Shifting, he nuzzled against him, and Jinyoung turned to him, smiling softly at his sleepy face.
'You stayed.'
'Hm, I was curious to know what your morning breath is like. It's terrible, by the way.' Jaebum smiled, voice cracked with sleep, and Jinyoung frowned at the comment. He kissed him out of spite, just a peck, but Jaebum pulled him close and deepened it, slow and sweet. Jinyoung wanted to burn the image of Jaebum groggy from sleep into his mind forever, eyes hungrily taking in the sight of his bedhead and slightly swollen cheeks. His eyes were crescents, barely open and drooping every few seconds.
Jinyoung leaned on his elbow, running his fingers down Jaebum's broad chest. Jaebum was looking at him with interest before he finally spoke.
'I can hear you thinking.'
'I was just wondering something.'
'Enlighten me.'
Jinyoung hesitated, but considered the fact that Jaebum tended to take every question in his stride, and decided it was best to just be frank. 'You said your clientele was usually on the mature side... did you bottom a lot?'
Jaebum groaned, stretching out lazily. 'It really depends; a lot of the guys come to me because they need to be taken care of, need the pressure taken off them for a while so I'd say the majority would want me to top. I've bottomed plenty of times but it's always hit and miss, especially if they're not a regular... some of them have no idea what they're doing and it's just a bad time for me. They get lost in whatever they're feeling and forget I'm a human being who needs to walk afterwards.' Jaebum smirked, eyes glinting. 'Why, you wanna try topping me?'
Jinyoung didn't know where to look, feeling as if he was on the spot. It actually hadn't crossed his mind, but now that it was on the table he found himself itching with curiosity; however, he didn't want to be rubbish at it and disappoint Jaebum. It seemed as though Jaebum caught his thoughts, wrapping an arm around his waist comfortingly.
'C'mon, let's see what you've got. I'll talk you through it - I'm a professional.' He winked, and Jinyoung rolled his eyes. Jaebum patted around beneath the duvet, searching for something before he returned with the lube. He held the bottle out, but Jinyoung was frozen with nerves, causing Jaebum to snatch his hand with a kind smile, coating his fingers himself. Jinyoung watched him hitch a leg up, heart racing as the older boy guided him to his entrance, and Jinyoung tentatively pressed inside him, watching Jaebum's expression intently. Jaebum didn't hesitate to fuck himself on Jinyoung's fingers, eyes fluttering shut and eyebrows twitching with every thrust.
It was mesmerising, and Jinyoung found himself moving to hover over Jaebum, spreading his legs gently and pressing his fingers deeper in earnest, eager to coax whatever sounds he could from the older man. Jaebum looked up at him, seeming almost shocked at Jinyoung's interest before a slow smile spread over his lips, gasps escaping his lips every few seconds.
It wasn't long before Jinyoung felt his cock hanging hard between his legs, and Jaebum urged him to remove his fingers, rolling on a condom and reaching to slicken the younger man's length with a cheeky grin. Jinyoung lined himself up with Jaebum's entrance, the older man watching him with rapt attention, almost curiously. He was shaking with nerves and arousal, and sank in slowly so as not to hurt Jaebum. Of course, Jaebum only smirked, hooking a leg over Jinyoung's hip and urging him inside to the hilt. Jinyoung saw stars, the heat consuming him, and he could feel Jaebum rolling his hips against him, fucking himself on his cock.
When he found his senses once again, he began to fuck back in earnest, teeth grit together as he tried to keep breathing and strike a rhythm. He could see how Jaebum made his money, looking as if he was still in total control even on his back. His eyes were full of teasing mirth as he bit his lip slowly, a filthy grin stuck in place. Shifting Jaebum's hips slightly, he thrust roughly, seeing the cocky expression slip into unmasked pleasure, eyelids fluttering as he moaned loudly, deeply.
Jinyoung felt his climax approach alarmingly fast, shouting suddenly and shaking apart before Jaebum's eyes. The older man ran his hands soothingly down Jinyoung's arms pulling him to his chest and kissing his neck as he trembled. 'You were good, Jinyoungie,' He whispered soothingly into his ear, 'Wouldn't think it was your first time.'
Jinyoung caught his breath, not ignorant to the fact that Jaebum was still achingly hard beneath him. He kneeled on wobbly leg without a word, tearing open a condom with his teeth and rolling it slowly over Jaebum's length. The older man's eyes were wide, astonished at Jinyoung's boldness, and they quickly snapped shut when Jinyoung wrapped his mouth around him, sucking in earnest. It was messy and full of inexperience, but Jaebum seemed to be enjoying it, fingers buried in Jinyoung's hair as he groaned deeply. He was full and thick in Jinyoung's mouth, and he wished he could taste him, feel his skin.
When Jinyoung looked up to check Jaebum's expression, he saw the older man watching him with dark eyes, mouth ajar. He felt powerful, seeing Jaebum so completely at his mercy, and he felt him tense when he ran his thumb teasingly over his wet hole. His hips jumped at the contact, cock pulsing in Jinyoung's mouth as he came with a rough, broken moan.
Jinyoung didn't pull away until Jaebum whined, oversensitive, and pushed at Jinyoung's shoulder weakly. Jaebum gave him a fucked out smile when Jinyoung shuffled up beside him, kissing him lazily on the lips. 'I think it's time I took you out on a real date.' He stated breathlessly, and Jinyoung felt his heart flutter. Jinyoung's jaw ached, and he pulled his condom off with a crinkled nose, tying it and throwing it into his waste basket. Jaebum slowly rolled out of bed, limping slightly as he walked to pick up Jinyoung's robe, and Jinyoung drank in the sight of him in the daylight, unable to believe he held the attention of such a God.
Jaebum strolled lazily to the door, stopping and turning when he reached it to drag his eyes over Jinyoung's naked body where the younger man lay sprawled out lazily.
'But before that date, how about you join me in the shower and I show you what eating out is. I've been told I'm good with my tongue.
Jinyoung would have to truly apologise to his best friend, because Mark had given him the greatest birthday gift he could have wished for.
Pairing(s): JB/JR
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Smoking, alcohol, prostitution
Summary: Jinyoung's housemates order him an escort for his 21st birthday, however things don't go as smoothly as they'd expected.
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'Calm down, Jinyoung-'
'Am I so disgusting that people need to be paid to look at me?' Jinyoung yelled through the tears choking his throat. 'Do you pity me that much?' Mark reached out to hold him, but he shook him off as if his touch burned. 'Don't touch me, don't look at me, don't talk to me.'
Jinyoung left Mark alone in the kitchen, stumbling into his bedroom on weak legs. As he sobbed into his pillow, he couldn't stop asking himself how he'd been so gullible, so easy. Was anything Jaebum said to him last night real? Had he truly wanted to kiss him or was that just part of his job description? He could still smell him on his sheets, still remember the way his eyes turned to thin lines when he smiled.
The ache didn't subside, but the tears did. Jinyoung was never one to sit around and feel sorry for himself, and it wasn't long before he was hunched over his desk again, eyes sore and dry as he distracted himself from thoughts of tattooed forearms and throaty chuckles. He kept losing his place in the textbook he was reading, constantly seeing Jaebum's name within the paragraphs.
He sat back, frustrated, and dragged his palms over his eyes, willing himself to get a grip. He turned his head when a gentle knock sounded from his doorway, and saw Mark standing there hesitantly.
'Can we talk?' He asked, and Jinyoung nodded softly, sighing.
Mark sat on his bed quietly, and for a while the only sounds were their breathing and the drag of Jinyoung's pencil. Finally, Mark spoke up. 'I didn't mean for it to end up like this. I just wanted you to have a good time.'
Jinyoung felt himself bristle, but fought to keep himself calm, not tearing his eyes away from the textbook he'd long since stopped reading. 'It says a lot that you think I can't have a good time without you buying me a prostitute.' He muttered, and Mark huffed behind him. Jinyoung could almost feel the older man's frown burning into his neck.
'Look, I understand why you're mad, Jinyoung, but cut me some slack. You had a good night, and Jaebum enjoyed himself too-'
'Of course he enjoyed himself. I would enjoy myself if I was getting a big wad of cash for it too.'
Mark let out a frustrated groan, 'Can't you just take this as a good thing? It doesn't have to be a big deal, nothing bad happened-'
Jinyoung finally reached the end of his patience, standing and turning to Mark with balled fists. 'You're not the one who's been made a fool of. I don't even want to look at you. Get out.'
Mark's face went blank as he stood stiffly, walking to the door without further comment until he stopped with his hand on the door frame, not turning his head.
'Don't let something this stupid break us, Jinyoung.' He breathed, and Jinyoung sighed deeply.
'I just don't want to talk about it right now, give me some time alone.'
Mark nodded his head slightly before disappearing, leaving Jinyoung standing there alone. He unballed his fists, feeling as if he wanted to just curl up in bed for a millennia and never face anybody again. It was true that it wasn't worth losing Mark over this, but the man had done him such a wrongness he just couldn't bear to be near him until the hurt was less fresh, less sore.
-
Weeks passed after Jinyoung's sham of a date, and he found himself swamped by coursework, completely absorbed in study. It came as a surprise when his parents came to visit unannounced one day, bursting his bubble of worldly ignorance. They met him in a coffee shop, and he guessed it was so they'd feel in control; it wasn't as if Jinyoung could scream or shout at them without making a scene there.
'Jinyoungie,' His mother cooed in the sickly sweet way she always did, as if nothing had happened between them. 'We have a girl we'd like you to meet. She's very beautiful, and her father could give you a high position in his company.' She reached across the table gingerly, taking his hand in hers. 'We miss you, son.'
The urge to roll his eyes was hard to fight, tired with the insincerity of it all. He was sure they did miss him, but not in the way he wanted them to. His fathers face could have been cut from marble, unmoving and rigid. It was actually a shock to Jinyoung when his stiff lips finally moved.
'It's time you came home. No more of this silly business, these friends you're confusing yourself with. They're bad for you.'
'Bad for your reputation, you mean.' Jinyoung muttered bitterly, and his fathers face reddened at his words.
'We've done everything for you, and this is the attitude we get!' He bristled, and his mother turned her face away with a sour expression. 'These people you hang around with are ill, Jinyoung. I won't have my son falling to their sick, perverted ways.'
Jinyoung bit his lip, trying hard to hold his words back. It didn't work, though, and his lips parted whether he wanted them to or not.
'It's not an illness.' He breathed, not making eye contact. His father's colour was closely resembling a tomato.
'What?' He asked, less of a question and more of a warning.
'It's not an illness. My whole life I've listened to you demean my existence, deny what- who I am. I'm gay.'
His mother snatched her hand away suddenly, going pale. 'Keep your voice down.' She muttered sharply, and Jinyoung huffed.
'I don't have leprosy, mother. You can touch me, it's not contagious.'
'Don't speak to her like that.' His father snapped firmly, and Jinyoung still felt himself flinch at his voice. 'We won't accept this lunacy.'
'Whether you accept it or not, nothing will change. I'm happy here, with these people. I don't have to lie to them, they love me for who I am.'
His mother put on the waterworks, then, clutching a napkin to her face as she sniffed obnoxiously. 'See, this is what you do to us.' His father appealed, hands waving wildly. 'You're an embarrassment. I don't know what's happened to you-'
'Nothing has happened to me.' Jinyoung shook his head, eyes imploring. 'The only thing that's different is that I'm away from you, away from your smothering and ignorance. You'd rather pretend nothing's happening than open your eyes and accept the truth.'
'You think we'll keep sending you money to fund your blasphemy?'
'I can get a job. I don't need to depend on you.'
'If that's how you want it to be, then fine. This is the end of it, no son of ours will shame us like this.'
Jinyoung only nodded solemnly, feeling relief wash through him. He was right, he was no son of theirs.
-
At first he'd felt triumphant after the showdown with his parents, but it wasn't long before the weight of the finances he could no longer pay were pressing down upon him. Handing his woefully empty resumé in to every establishment he walked past bore no fruit; if he did get a call, the interview would go nowhere and he ended up feeling less confident after every rejection. It was when he spoke to Youngjae over breakfast that the younger boy mentioned that he worked at a café on campus, offering to put a word in for him. Jinyoung nearly squeezed the life out of him in thanks, littering his face with wet kisses until BamBam intervened, saving the poor kid.
He'd expected it to be hard going, but after a few shifts he was better than most people there. He had a few regulars, girls who would twirl their hair and make their order as long as possible just to steal some of his time. It was his seventh shift when somebody he hadn't seen before showed up, walking in with a man who's face Jinyoung couldn't quite catch before he sat down with his back to him. The girl had a sweet voice, ordering two coffees to their table before she left Jinyoung to make them.
When Jinyoung brought the coffees over, his blood ran cold, frozen in place with shaking hands. They didn't notice him at first, and he watched Jaebum playing with her hands, admiring the gold band on her finger. She was giggling at whatever he was saying, and Jinyoung was sick with jealousy. Slamming the mugs down between them, he watched as Jaebum recoiled, hot coffee spilling over and scalding his hand. His head snapped up to curse Jinyoung out, but he stilled when their eyes met.
'Jinyoung?' He breathed, an odd expression on his face. Jinyoung pretended he didn't hear, smiling sweetly and politely asking them to enjoy their drinks before he turned on his heel and walked away as calmly as he could. The smile fell from his lips as soon as his back was turned, tears stinging his eyes. He practically dived into the staff room, catching Youngjae coming off his break.
'Please, Youngjae, cover for me.' He almost sobbed, clutching at the younger boys shoulders. Youngjae looked at him like he was crazy, holding onto Jinyoung carefully as if he might break.
'Hyung, what's wrong? You look pale, are you ill? Don't worry about it.'
Jinyoung thanked him profusely, crushing him into a bone breaking hug until Youngjae choked for breath. He left out the back, unable to stomach seeing Jaebum's face again.
The walk home was long, people giving him strange looks as he passed by at the sight of his tear-streaked face. Why was he still hurting when it was weeks ago? He had no right to be hurt seeing Jaebum with other people - it was his job. Jinyoung was a job too. It meant nothing.
A nagging thought wouldn't leave his mind, though, Mark's voice ringing in his ears. The older boy had definitely mentioned how Jaebum exclusively worked with guys.
The memory of the gold band around the girls slender finger wouldn't fade.
-
Time moved like treacle, but Jinyoung had finally handed in his assignments, one weight lifted from his aching back. BamBam had arranged a massive party, as almost everybody was free from exams and assessments. It was obvious people had been swamped with work, the whole house heaving with bodies as people blew off steam. Jinyoung hadn't let loose in a while, and the last time he'd drank had been with Jaebum, so he was eager to make... different memories.
He wandered the party, peeking into the living room to see the younger boys playing strip poker with a few unknown faces and losing horribly. He had no idea Yugyeom was so bloody ripped, and it made him a little self conscious. Maybe it was time to start hitting the gym over the holidays. He passed Jackson and Mark engrossed in a game of beer pong, a pang of guilt hitting him for a moment. He hadn't traded words with his best friend since they'd argued, too embarrassed to make the first move. He knew the older boy wouldn't make a big deal about it, but Jinyoung could be ridiculously stubborn.
He couldn't help but grin widely as he entered the kitchen to find Youngjae sucking face with the girl he liked, feeling smug that it was his fault they'd even spoken to each other. He patted him roughly on the shoulder as he grabbed a bottle of vodka off the table, the younger boy not even budging. Jinyoung had grown a certain talent for hosting over the various parties they'd thrown, always wandering around to make sure people were having a good time and felt comfortable. Eventually he grew tired of the heat and noise and took a break, stepping out into the back garden and breathing the fresh winter air. He didn't see Jaebum leaning against the wall, smoking alone in the darkness.
Sipping his drink, he sat down on a step, nearly spilling the whole thing over himself when a shadow emerged, setting itself down beside him. His eyes were wide as he stared at Jaebum, heart racing at the warmth of his knee touching his own. He noticed how tired Jaebum looked, hair messy and bags grey and deep beneath his piercing eyes.
'Hey.' Throaty and deep, the voice Jinyoung had been hearing in his dreams for weeks. Jinyoung could only whisper a cracked 'Hey' in return, wondering if he was hallucinating. He hadn't seen Jaebum around the party at all.
'How are you?'
'I'm fine.' Jinyoung mumbled, and Jaebum nodded slowly, licking his lips before he sighed.
'You never called.' The words left him as if he'd been waiting to say them for a while, and Jinyoung's eyebrows shot up, confused until he remembered the slip of paper he'd ripped to shreds. 'I was waiting and waiting but there was nothing,' He sighed, 'Next thing I know you're scalding me with coffee and acting like you've never seen my face before.'
Jinyoung was taken aback by the idea of Jaebum actually waiting for him to call, but he was still suspicious of his sincerity, struggling to meet the older man's eyes.
'I didn't want to interrupt you while you were working.'
He knew he sounded sulky and petulant, and Jaebum looked at him quizzically.
'Working?'
Jinyoung couldn't help the mean edge to his voice. 'You were with a client, weren't you?'
Jaebum looked at him for a moment before a flash of hurt passed over his face. 'That was my sister. She came to show me her engagement ring. What do you mean by client?'
Embarrassment burned at Jinyoung's cheeks at the revelation, unable to believe how long he'd sulked thinking Jaebum was engaged. He was in too deep now, though, to pull himself out of the grave he was digging. 'You're an escort, aren't you? I thought...'
Jaebum's looked sad, disappointed, and Jinyoung felt regret for even saying anything, his anger completely dissipating in place of guilt.
'I'm sorry, Jinyoung. Mark was adamant that you shouldn't know who I was or what I did.' He shook his head slowly, thoughtfully. 'I don't do that anymore, anyway.'
'Do what?'
'Escorting.'
'Why?'
Jaebum looked at him, then, a twinkle in his eye and Jinyoung felt his heart skip a beat. How long had he been waiting to be trapped in that gaze once more? 'Because I met someone who was more important than the money.'
The warmth he felt before turned to burning jealousy, and he could only smile weakly. Though he was hurt, heart tender and wounded, he couldn't help but feel as if they could be good friends after this. Jaebum wasn't his, was never his. It was an infatuation, and if Jaebum was off limits, maybe it would be easier for him to move on.
'I'm glad you found someone.' He breathed, and Jaebum looked puzzled for a moment before he chuckled throatily.
'Yeah, it's just a shame this guy is a bit dense. I met him a while ago while I was working but... it didn't really feel like work, you know? I even left him my number and he didn't call.' His tone was wistful, playful, and Jinyoung felt like he'd stumbled into a trap. Jaebum was smirking in the way that made Jinyoung's insides twist, and he couldn't help but pout.
'You're not funny.' He mumbled petulantly, even if his heart was pounding in anticipation, and Jaebum laughed heartily, tapping Jinyoung's leg before he held his hand out.
'Give me your phone.' He asked abruptly, and Jinyoung looked at him in confusion.
'What, why?'
'I want to make sure you call me this time. Let's start again.'
They sat out there the whole night talking about nothing and everything until Jaebum popped inside for a bottle of wine, and Jinyoung took a moment to catch his breath. He was overwhelmed at seeing Jaebum again, feeling caught up in the older man once more. There was something about Jaebum that made Jinyoung feel like he was taking a chance, jumping into the deep end, and it was dangerous how badly he wanted to take the risk. He'd almost forgotten how easy he was to talk to, how every lingering glance would set his skin tingling.
When the back door opened again, he looked up to see Jaebum leaning seductively against the door frame, bottle in hand. Jinyoung couldn't help but laugh, and Jaebum swaggered over to sit back down, two glasses clinking in his long fingers. He poured them both a glass, and they clicked their glasses together, a cheeky look in Jaebum's eyes as he took a slow sip.
Jinyoung couldn't help but purse his lips at the taste, a look of pure disgust twisting his features, and Jaebum laughed suddenly, wine bursting from his mouth as he choked. Jinyoung found himself laughing along, patting Jaebum's back softly as the older man coughed.
'What's so funny?' He managed between giggles. Jaebum just shook his head, smirking before taking another sip.
'You don't like wine?' He asked with a smile on his lips, and Jinyoung shook his head softly with a frown.
'It tastes so bad, but I'll bear with it if I want to get drunk.' Jaebum's mouth quirked at the side.
'You know, I don't like it too much either.' Jaebum leaned in as if he was sharing a big secret. 'Somehow I just got used to drinking it and I can barely taste the stuff anymore.'
To prove his point, he tossed the whole glass of wine down his throat, adams apple bobbing slowly with every gulp, and Jinyoung watched, almost tasting the vile liquid himself.
'That's so wrong.' He laughed when Jaebum had finished the glass without so much as a grimace, winking as he ran his tongue over his stained lips.
'There's something I think would take the edge off that, though.' Jaebum said huskily, and Jinyoung found himself leaning closer just to hear him. It was far too late when he realised Jaebum was leaning in with intent, and he could have melted when he felt those lips press firmly to his own - far more sober than the last time, and far more wanting of the touch. Jaebum's hand came to rest at Jinyoung's nape, easing him in to the kiss, and it was over far too soon. They pulled apart with a soft noise, soft breaths exhaled against each other's lips. When Jinyoung opened his eyes, Jaebum looked almost scared, as if Jinyoung would run for the hills any second. Jinyoung just smiled at him softly.
'This won't cost me anything, will it?' He asked playfully, and Jaebum tilted his head slightly, thumb still rubbing circles against the back of Jinyoung's ear.
'Only your time and patience.'
They didn't return to the party, instead weaving their way through the throng of bodies to Jinyoung's bedroom, avoiding Jinyoung's housemates as much as they could. Jinyoung was pretty sure he heard someone whistle from the living room, but he ignored it. He had Jaebum now, and he wasn't getting interrupted for any reason.
He was nervous, but he couldn't help thinking how natural Jaebum looked standing in the middle of his room as if he was meant to be there. Jinyoung sat on his bed stiffly, trying to quell his stuttering heartbeat. It was different being in here compared to outside; the bedroom had connotations, and he didn't know how he should be acting, what words they should be exchanging.
Jaebum was casually looking around his bedroom quietly as if it was the most interesting place he'd ever been. He tentatively picked up a photo frame that was placed downwards on Jinyoung's desk, a picture of him with his parents as a child. The older man quirked an eyebrow when he turned to look at him.
'Things still not any better, huh?'
Jinyoung pursed his lips and shrugged. 'I'm surprised you remember, but no. They visited recently, told me they had a girl they wanted me to get acquainted with. Of course, they cut their ties with me when I told them I was a raging homosexual.'
Jaebum chuckled at that, looking at the photograph once more before setting it down. 'You were a cute kid.' Jinyoung smiled softly, but tensed when Jaebum came to lie on the bed beside him, arms behind his head. 'My parents are the arranged marriage type. Had me a wife ready when I was barely out of the womb, never even met the girl.'
Jinyoung's eyes went wide as he stared down at Jaebum in shock. 'You're married?' He gasped, and Jaebum smirked.
'No, things didn't work out that way.'
Jinyoung would have clutched his chest, still reeling from his near-heart attack. Instead he collected himself like a normal human being.
'You say that a lot.'
'You want to hear the story?'
'Please.' Jinyoung wanted to know everything about Jaebum, desperate for the mystery to be solved.
Jaebum groaned, sitting up comfortably against the wall with his legs touching Jinyoung's thigh as he began to pick at a fraying string on the rip of his jeans. 'I already told you my parents wanted me to take over the business, right?' He looked to the younger man, and Jinyoung nodded, 'Well, my dad pretty much planned my whole college career out for me. I ditched all the lessons he wanted me to attend once I got here; sneaking into film seminars and going to photography classes I wasn't enrolled in. They came to visit to see why my grades were so low, why my attendance was slipping. Theyd given no warning, of course, so I wasn't ready for them to burst into my room unannounced.'
Jaebum sighed, obviously in discomfort at the memory. 'So there I was, buck naked banging some guy I was into at the time, bong on the table and everything. I could have died on the spot. My dad dragged me out into the hallway and punched me so hard I thought I'd never speak again.' Jinyoung could only squeeze his thigh comfortingly, lost for words. 'I'd never seen my mom cry before then, it was awful. I haven't seen either of them since. My dad wasn't much of a loss, but my mom never did anything wrong. My sister still keeps in contact with me though - as you know.' Jaebum smirked, then, and Jinyoung screwed his face up. 'She's actually going through with her marriage. Thankfully she likes the guy. He'll be inheriting the company instead of me; though I couldn't care less.'
Jinyoung was gripped, wanting to know everything about Jaebum and almost short circuiting trying to figure out how to ask for more.
'Was that after you became an escort?'
Jaebum shook his head softly. 'No. Once the money was gone I needed something quickly or I'd be out on the street. I was a stripper for a while.' Jinyoung must have looked shocked, because Jaebum winked at him devilishly. 'I could show you a few moves, Jinyoungie.'
He felt himself flush just at the thought, slapping the older man's thigh to stop his teasing. Jaebum chuckled throatily, and Jinyoung didn't know he could feel so at ease with someone who only weeks ago had been paid to sleep with him.
'What are you doing now, then, if you don't escort anymore?'
Jaebum shrugged, 'I met up with some friends I used to dance with before, we hang out sometimes. I'm getting back into it slowly. For money, Jackson's dad set me up managing one of his restaurants, says I have good leadership skills.'
Jaebum looked smug just repeating the praise, and Jinyoung couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for him.
He knew his questions were beginning to take on the tone of an interview, but he couldn't resist. 'Do you think you'll miss escorting?'
Jaebum didn't hesitate to shake his head, 'Having a sweaty old man falling asleep on top of you every night really isn't the life, no matter how much money you're making. I didn't even realise I was depressed until after I met you.' He paused, looking away for a moment. 'Even Jackson didn't know - he met me after I started stripping, just before I dropped out of college completely. I guess he'd never seen me any differently.'
Jinyoung could see Jaebum's thoughts lingering on the negative, and he nudged the conversation in a different direction. 'It's crazy how we didn't know each other when we have so many friends in common.'
'Jackson mentioned you guys to me a few times, but I was too caught up in my own thing. It would have been nice if we'd met under different circumstances, maybe things wouldn't be so fucked up between us.' Jinyoung frowned at that and Jaebum caught the expression, quickly adding to his harsh statement. 'After all this shit I know you wont trust me for a while, and I respect that. Honestly I wasn't going to come tonight, but the idea of seeing you again, being able to explain things, I just couldn't stay away.' Somehow Jaebum had a way of saying cheesy things in the most casual way imaginable, and Jinyoung couldn't stop himself from smiling softly, feeling warm and tingly like a young girl being confessed to by her crush. There was one more question burning on his tongue though, something he'd been wondering for a while.
'That night, did we... did we?'
'What? Sleep together?' Jinyoung nodded, suddenly regretting even bringing it up. Jaebum didn't seem to care, answering as nonchalantly as he answered every question Jinyoung offered.
'No, you fell asleep. It was for the best, too; you were really drunk. If we'd slept together I doubt you'd even consider talking to me like this.'
Jinyoung raised an eyebrow. 'You were drunk, too.'
Jaebum sighed, 'Maybe, but even then I was working; it would have been your first time, and you would have woken up alone in the morning feeling like shit. More shit than you probably ended up feeling, anyway.'
Jinyoung understood what he was saying, glad to have clarity over the whole situation. 'How noble of you.' He smirked, seeing Jaebum mockingly puff out his chest with pride. He shifted, crossing his legs while he faced Jinyoung inquisitively.
'What are you doing after you graduate? You have a year left, right? I never asked what you study.'
Jinyoung hummed, moving to lie his head in Jaebum's lap and almost purring when his fingers began to card through his hair. 'Nothing special; I do drama and linguistics with some art history on the side. I might just teach English for a while once I'm done... make a dent in this student debt.'
Jaebum seemed interested, 'Drama? Is our shy little Jinyoungie actually the next Tom Cruise?'
Jinyoung rolled his eyes, feeling a slight thrill run through him at Jaebum's interest in something he was rarely asked about. 'I can cry on cue, wanna see?'
Jaebum raised an eyebrow but nodded softly, moving his legs to lie down beside him, and Jinyoung focused for a moment, watching as Jaebum's expression turned to one of panic. 'Woah, woah, that's way too realistic, how do you do that?'
Jinyoung wiped his eyes, trying to stop his hiccuping breaths. 'I just think of a time I felt really, really bad and they flow out.'
Jaebum swiped at a stray tear, looking at him consideringly. 'What do you usually think about, if you don't mind me asking?'
Jinyoung cringed slightly, embarrassed. 'It's kind of stupid, really, but it upset me at the time. One Christmas I really wanted this toy; I begged and begged for it - I never asked for anything at Christmas usually, but this time I really wanted it. Woke up on Christmas day to the same stuff my parents got every Christmas, and my they pretended I hadn't asked for anything else. I didn't cry then, but I wanted to.'
'What did you ask for?'
'Ah, don't make me say it.' Jaebum's eyes lit up at his reluctance, seeing a chance to tease. He nudged him with his knee insistently, and Jinyoung caved with a hefty sigh. 'I wanted one of those Barbie playhouse sets with the Ken doll and the shoes and the big pink castle - don't laugh, you shit, I was twelve.'
Jaebum was still snorting, eyes in thin lines, and somehow Jinyoung found himself enjoying the teasing. 'And your parents still didn't think something was different about you? Was that around the time you were asking for superhero figurines just so you could take their clothes off and look at their muscles?'
Jinyoung looked at him bizarrely, 'No, was that what you did?'
Jaebum scrunched his face up, caught. 'That wasn't supposed to come back to hit me, shit.'
They laughed together for a while, and Jinyoung could hear Mark and Jackson stumbling upstairs to Mark's bedroom noisily. Their laughter had subsided and Jaebum was looking at him intensely, gaze dropping to his lips every few seconds, and Jinyoung couldn't help but wet them anxiously, heart picking up a running pace. Jaebum closed the distance slowly, and Jinyoung felt as if he'd been without Jaebum's taste for far too long, even if he'd felt his lips barely an hour before.
Jaebum slipped a hand around his waist, moving closer to him on the bed as he deepened the kiss, and Jinyoung could have melted into the mattress with the sweetness of it. He scraped his fingers through Jaebum's auburn hair, parting his lips to let the older man lick slowly into his mouth, entwining his tongue with his own skillfully.
They lay there for a while, just kissing indulgently, and it seemed Jaebum would be content to just kiss him to death. Jinyoung wondered if it was because it was such a rarity for him, but either way, the younger man had other things on his mind. His hand slipped from Jaebum's hair to gently trace the expanse of his neck, sliding down his firm chest until his fingertips were teasing at his belt, dipping lower to play with the teeth of his zipper.
Jaebum pulled away, eyes darting between them to take in Jinyoung's fingers fluttering against his zip, before he met his eyes darkly. Jinyoung bit his lip coyly, pressing his hand firmly against Jaebum's crotch; the shyness he'd felt last time he'd had his hand in the same place was completely forgotten. Jaebum sighed softly, hand moving from Jinyoung's waist to squeeze his backside firmly before he sat up, turning Jinyoung onto his back and leaning down to reclaim his lips.
Jinyoung wrapped his legs around Jaebum's waist, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt before he grew impatient and tugged the fabric up roughly. The older man broke the kiss, kneeling to pull his shirt over his head and smirking at Jinyoung's expression, watching as he took in the toned chest and tattooed skin. Jinyoung ran his fingers up Jaebum's forearms slowly, tracing the inky lines and bands before he met the older mans eyes again, seeing him looking back with an odd expression.
He doesn't have time to ask what's wrong before Jaebum is pulling at his shirt, dragging it over his head roughly and gripping his sharp hips, leaning down to press his lips to Jinyoung's chest and dragging his tongue over a nipple filthily. Jinyoung arched at the sensation, the wetness of Jaebum's tongue and the slight drag of teeth over the sensitive flesh. He raked one hand through Jaebum's hair, the other trying to find purchase on his broad back. Jaebum's head moved lower, kissing and sucking at Jinyoung's pale, untouched skin; tongue dipping teasingly into his bellybutton quickly and making the younger man shudder.
Pulling Jaebum up to kiss him once again, his hands slipped down the smooth expanse of his lower back, over the swell of his ass before he moved them between them, slowly unfastening the older mans belt. Jaebum's hand came to rest atop his own, stilling his motions as his kisses ceased, and Jinyoung looked up at the redhead in confusion, wondering if he'd done something wrong or gone too far.
'Are you sure you want to do this?' Jaebum breathed against Jinyoung's lips, and he nodded without hesitation, attempting to move his hands to work at Jaebum's belt again, but the older didn't budge. 'Look at me,' He insisted, and Jinyoung met his eyes, 'I need to hear you say it.'
Jinyoung felt too warm suddenly, dizzy and bewildered, but there were no second thoughts or hesitation when the words slipped from his lips.
'i want you.'
Jaebum kissed him like a man drowning, pushing Jinyoung's hands away to remove his own belt and Jinyoung;s afterwards, before he sat back with lungs straining for breath, tugging his own jeans down roughly. Jinyoung watched hungrily as more of Jaebum's body was revealed to his roaming eyes; strong thighs and a firm backside. His boxers were tight and hugged his slender form deliciously, and it gave Jinyoung a thrill to see the impressive semi tenting the fabric, just the thought of being the object of Jaebum's arousal making his mouth go dry.
'Like what you see?' Jaebum snickered, and Jinyoung just folded his hands behind his head cockily, shrugging.
'What if I do?'
Jaebum cocked an eyebrow, a devious smile spreading over his lips as he kneeled over Jinyoung, hands darting out suddenly to tug at the younger mans jeans. Jinyoung yelped in surprise, cocky demeanor quickly ruffled as he kicked wildly at the older boy, causing a few 'oof's and 'argh's; until Jaebum had him free of the fabric, legs bared and a blush creeping down his chest. Jaebum looked smug, and Jinyoung could only hide his face behind his hands, embarrassed by how visibly hard he was. For some reason he'd decided to wear the most unsexy underwear that night, tiny teddybears on a pink floral fabric, and he could hear Jaebum's laughter trying to escape his pursed lips.
'How was I supposed to know I'd be getting laid tonight?' He finally grumbled, moving his hands to glare up at Jaebum's stupid face.
'Jinyoungie-ah, you're driving me crazy.' He managed between repressed giggles, and Jinyoung was taken back to a very different night when Jaebum had whispered the same thing to him, over the blare of music, a very different tone to his voice. 'God, I could just eat you.' He crooned, and Jinyoung rolled his eyes until he caught the shift in Jaebum's expression. 'I could, if you wanted me to.'
Jinyoung looked at him like he was mad, confused at whatever gibberish he was speaking and growing more and more impatient the longer his dick wasn't free from his underwear. 'You could what?' He asked lazily.
'Eat you.'
'What do you even mean by that? Cannibalism really doesn't turn me on.'
Jaebum seemed overly pleased that he'd asked that question, his eyes lightning up playfully. 'It means,' He started slowly, hand trailing down Jinyoung's chest, fingers dancing over his cock and making his breath hitch. 'Licking,' His fingers teased over his balls. 'And sucking,' Jinyoung's legs spread slightly, hips jumping when those long fingers moved between his legs, circling his hole teasingly. 'Here.'
'That's filthy,' Jinyoung breathed, unable to draw his eyes away from where Jaebum's hand had disappeared to.
'Sometimes being filthy can feel good. Besides, if you're clean down there it hardly matters.'
Jaebum was so blunt about it that Jinyoung couldn't help but ask, 'Do you do that a lot? The eating thing?'
'It's calling rimming, and no. Some guys ask to do it to me but it can be fiddly with all the protection you have to wear. Doesn't feel as good with a mouth full of rubber.'
'Protection?'
'There are plenty of ways to get STI's, Jinyoungie. I do a lot of things that might kill me, but I refuse to die because of stupid shit like that.'
Jaebum was refreshing in his honesty and frankness, but it brought another thing to Jinyoung's attention.
'I don't have condoms.'
'Ah, shit.' Jaebum clicked his tongue. 'It's rare I leave the house without any. but yeah I'm all empty too. Do you even have lube?' Jinyoung shook his head, slightly flustered by his lack of preparedness, and Jaebum sighed, sitting back on the balls of his feet.
'There's only one thing for it, then.' He droned solemnly, and Jinyoung felt his heart drop. 'You'll have to go and ask Mark for some.'
That wasn't what Jinyoung had been expecting him to say. He was anticipating 'looks like we'll have to do this another night' but this was so much worse. 'Why do I have to go? Jackson's up there, you ask!' He whined, and Jaebum rolled away to his side, hands behind his head as he closed his eyes, smug smile on his lips.
'I'm a guest in this house, it wouldn't be proper.'
-
As he stood outside Mark's door, Jinyoung wanted to die. He pulled his robe tighter around him, shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably. Something about standing outside your best friends bedroom with a raging erection was seriously bizarre. Finally plucking up the courage to knock, he listens to the sound of shuffling, feet landing heavily on the floor and trudging over. The door opened quickly to reveal a thoroughly debauched Mark, hair askew and shirtless with his jeans undone, lips red and swollen.
'Sorry to interrupt,' He mumbled awkwardly, and Mark raised an eyebrow.
'What's up?' The older boy asked with a rough voice, and Jinyoung had to take a breath to ready himself for what he was about to ask.
'...lube...con...ms' He croaked, and Mark looked at him as if he was speaking another language.
'What? Have you lost your voice or something?'
Jinyoung balled his fists, calling upon the strength he knew was within him. 'Can I borrow some lube and condoms?' His voice came out a lot louder than he'd anticipated this time, and he could hear Jackson's hyena laugh from the darkness of Mark's room. He was sure he'd turned a dangerous shade of red, and it took an enormous amount of strength to meet Mark's amused eyes.
'So I guess this means you've forgiven me, then?'
Jinyoung just pulled a face, wishing Mark would end his torture, and the older man ruffled his hair with a grin. He disappeared for a moment before returning with the goods. 'Go get him, kid.' He winked, and Jinyoung wanted nothing more than to curl up and die.
-
When he willed his heart to return to a normal pace, he opened his door and was welcomed with the sight of Jaebum reclining casually on the bed, completely naked with his cock standing proudly between his legs, hand slowly teasing the length as he smirked languidly at Jinyoung's dumbstruck face. He beckoned with his fingers, 'Come here.'
Jinyoung felt his feet moving without telling them to, shrugging off his robe and throwing Mark's generous gifts onto the bed before Jaebum grabbed him and pulled him on top of him. They kissed messily and Jaebum snatched his hand, wrapping it around his cock. A shock ran through Jinyoung at the feel of it, similar yet startlingly different to his own, thicker and deliciously hard in his grip. Jaebum's hands were caressing his backside beneath the fabric of his boxers, kneading at the flesh and sending spikes of pleasure up Jinyoung's spine.
Jinyoung gasped when he felt a slender digit drag against his hole teasingly, and he pressed back against it urgently, looking up at the sound of Jaebum's dark chuckle. 'Full of surprises, Jinyoungie.' He all but growled, leaning in to bite his lip softly before he flipped them over, Jinyoung landing on his back, legs falling open to bracket Jaebum's narrow hips.
He watched with anticipation as Jaebum reached for the lube, coating his fingers expertly. Jinyoung didn't expect him to slither down the sheets, jumping in shock as Jaebum licked a stripe up the underside of his cock suddenly and making a truly strange sound leave his lips. Glancing between his legs, he could have came just at the way Jaebum was looking at him. His legs trembled at the feel of a wet, cold digit slipping slowly inside him, and he breathed slowly, willing himself to relax.
'Done this before?'
'Hm?' At some point his eyes had fluttered shut again, and he opened them to see Jaebum looking at him with rapt attention.
'Fingered yourself, have you done it before?'
Jaebum slipped in a second finger while he was distracted, and Jinyoung gasped at the pleasurable burn. 'Yeah.' He breathed, seeing Jaebum's eyes change.
'Ever thought about me while you're doing it?' He winked, pressing a soft kiss to Jinyoung's thigh as he scissored his fingers, crooking them this way and that and making Jinyoung's breath hitch whenever he brushed over a sensitive spot.
'Hm, wouldn't you like to know.' Jinyoung smiled teasingly, but the expression was quickly wiped from his face in place off a wide-mouthed moan, eyebrows knitting together as Jaebum began kneading his fingers against his prostate slowly.
'I could barely go one night without thinking about you.' Jaebum's voice was deep and throaty, pupils blown, and just the thought of Jaebum stroking his cock to the thought of him made him contract around the older man's probing fingers, hips shifting down to meet his thrusts as he moaned softly. 'You sound so much more beautiful than I imagined, Jinyoungie.' Jinyoung barely noticed the third finger, eyes tightly shut as he turned his face into the pillow, hot breaths dampening the cloth. 'So sexy.'
His back arched at the feel of Jaebum's hot mouth enveloping his balls, sucking softly, and he pushed him away urgently, head spinning. 'Don't want to come until you're inside me.' He breathed desperately, knees trembling. Jaebum shifted back up the sheets, kissing him deeply as he rearranged Jinyoung's limbs. When he felt Jaebum's cock pressing against his stretched hole, he clenched reflexively in anticipation. Jaebum rolled on a condom slowly, and Jinyoung couldn't help wondering if he'd ever feel him without one.
'Relax.' Jaebum sank in slowly, and Jinyoung's mouth went slack in a drawn out moan at the stretch of it, the delicious ache. It was too slow, just on the edge of not enough, and he pressed his heels into Jaebum's lower back, pushing him deeper. Jaebum chuckled throatily, obviously struggling to hold himself back. 'Fuck, you're eager. Doesn't it hurt?'
Jinyoung shook his head, lip caught between his teeth. He couldn't open his eyes, eyebrows knitted as he lost in the sensation of Jaebum's hot length filling him so completely. He rocked his hips up to urge Jaebum into moving, and the older man groaned deeply, the sound going straight to Jinyoung's cock. When Jaebum finally relented, hips snapping as he fucked into him, he couldn't restrain his moans, the drag of his cock driving him crazy. Jaebum knew what he was doing, and Jinyoung arched almost painfully, eyes going wide as he gasped up at Jaebum, the older man grinding against his prostate slowly, precum dripping from Jinyoung's cock.
Volume control was out of the window by then, and Jinyoung couldn't stop himself from nearly shrieking when Jaebum pulled out suddenly, cock springing against his abdomen and Jinyoung's hole clenching desperately at the loss. He was a mess, looking blearily up at the older boy in confusion, hands reaching out blindly. Jaebum looked just as lost as him, barely clinging to his senses. His hair was sick with sweat, clinging to his forehead as his chest heaved with heavy breaths and his cock strained, red and full.
Jaebum rolled him onto his side suddenly, and Jinyoung was putty in his hands, barely registering hands on his thighs as the older man rearranged his limbs before scooting up close behind him as he kissed his neck, sucking bruises into the pale skin. He moaned wantonly as Jaebum pressed into him again, holding his leg up and sliding in to the hilt. Jaebum was whispering nonsense into his ear, the sound of his husky voice only bringing Jinyoung closer to his climax. Jaebum was deeper now in this position, fucking into him ruthlessly and hitting his sweet spot over and over again.
'Fuck, love the sound of you voice.' Jaebum groaned, biting hard at the juncture of Jinyoung's neck, and the younger man felt no warning before he was coming hard, nerves alight as his head rolled back against Jaebum's shoulder, mouth wide in a long, throaty moan. He must have blacked out for a moment, opening his eyes blearily to the sound of Jaebum's deep voice cracking, nonsense still pouring from his lips and his pace not slowing. Jinyoung was oversensitive, breath hitching with every thrust, but he didn't want Jaebum to stop, wishing he could feel him come inside him. Leaning back against him, arm reaching back to curl his fingers in Jaebum's wet hair, he watched him; eyes squeezed shut, brows knit and teeth clenched.
'Fuck me, Jaebum, feels so good, want to see you come.' Jaebum went rigid, hips stuttering as he fucked hard and deep, groaning with every thrust and making Jinyoung tremble. Jaebum rolled his hips as he came down from his high, sucking a bruise into Jinyoung's neck before he pulled out. He turned him gently, latching onto his lips and kissing him thoroughly. Jinyoung felt bone tired and satisfied, wondering why it took so long to experience something so good. He couldn't help but revel in the fact he'd been lucky enough to meet Jaebum, whatever the circumstances may have been.
Jaebum pulled him into his arms, tugging the duvet up and over their naked bodies. Moaning contentedly against his warm chest, Jinyoung felt sleep taking him. Jaebum's voice rumbled against his ear, sleep-thick and rich. 'Been so long since I slept after sex.'
'You better be here when I wake up.'
'Be careful, I might never leave.'
Jinyoung couldn't think of anything he'd want more, but despite Jaebum's words he held him tightly nonetheless, sinking into a deep sleep with the scent of Jaebum all around him, wrapped in his warm embrace.
He awoke with Jaebum's arm slung over him, the older man snoring softly against his neck. He played with the tattoos on Jaebum's forearm, tracing the inky shapes with interest. He wondered when he got them, if they meant anything, if they hurt. Moving his legs slightly, he found them entangled with Jaebum's, and noticed the burn in his lower back; it was sore, but he savoured the feel of it when paired with the memory of Jaebum moving inside of him, consuming him entirely.
Suddenly he was hit with a wave of embarrassment, recalling how loud he'd been, and checking his phone suspiciously his fears were confirmed. His lock screen glowed green with messages from Mark, Jackson and BamBam, and he tossed his phone away, groaning softly with the knowledge that they'd never let him live it down. There was still some small comfort to take in the fact that he'd once walked in on Mark and Jackson in some weird bondage scene, and definitely caught BamBam in drag more than once. This was nothing.
Jaebum stirred, letting out a deep breath against Jinyoung's skin and sending a shiver up his spine. Shifting, he nuzzled against him, and Jinyoung turned to him, smiling softly at his sleepy face.
'You stayed.'
'Hm, I was curious to know what your morning breath is like. It's terrible, by the way.' Jaebum smiled, voice cracked with sleep, and Jinyoung frowned at the comment. He kissed him out of spite, just a peck, but Jaebum pulled him close and deepened it, slow and sweet. Jinyoung wanted to burn the image of Jaebum groggy from sleep into his mind forever, eyes hungrily taking in the sight of his bedhead and slightly swollen cheeks. His eyes were crescents, barely open and drooping every few seconds.
Jinyoung leaned on his elbow, running his fingers down Jaebum's broad chest. Jaebum was looking at him with interest before he finally spoke.
'I can hear you thinking.'
'I was just wondering something.'
'Enlighten me.'
Jinyoung hesitated, but considered the fact that Jaebum tended to take every question in his stride, and decided it was best to just be frank. 'You said your clientele was usually on the mature side... did you bottom a lot?'
Jaebum groaned, stretching out lazily. 'It really depends; a lot of the guys come to me because they need to be taken care of, need the pressure taken off them for a while so I'd say the majority would want me to top. I've bottomed plenty of times but it's always hit and miss, especially if they're not a regular... some of them have no idea what they're doing and it's just a bad time for me. They get lost in whatever they're feeling and forget I'm a human being who needs to walk afterwards.' Jaebum smirked, eyes glinting. 'Why, you wanna try topping me?'
Jinyoung didn't know where to look, feeling as if he was on the spot. It actually hadn't crossed his mind, but now that it was on the table he found himself itching with curiosity; however, he didn't want to be rubbish at it and disappoint Jaebum. It seemed as though Jaebum caught his thoughts, wrapping an arm around his waist comfortingly.
'C'mon, let's see what you've got. I'll talk you through it - I'm a professional.' He winked, and Jinyoung rolled his eyes. Jaebum patted around beneath the duvet, searching for something before he returned with the lube. He held the bottle out, but Jinyoung was frozen with nerves, causing Jaebum to snatch his hand with a kind smile, coating his fingers himself. Jinyoung watched him hitch a leg up, heart racing as the older boy guided him to his entrance, and Jinyoung tentatively pressed inside him, watching Jaebum's expression intently. Jaebum didn't hesitate to fuck himself on Jinyoung's fingers, eyes fluttering shut and eyebrows twitching with every thrust.
It was mesmerising, and Jinyoung found himself moving to hover over Jaebum, spreading his legs gently and pressing his fingers deeper in earnest, eager to coax whatever sounds he could from the older man. Jaebum looked up at him, seeming almost shocked at Jinyoung's interest before a slow smile spread over his lips, gasps escaping his lips every few seconds.
It wasn't long before Jinyoung felt his cock hanging hard between his legs, and Jaebum urged him to remove his fingers, rolling on a condom and reaching to slicken the younger man's length with a cheeky grin. Jinyoung lined himself up with Jaebum's entrance, the older man watching him with rapt attention, almost curiously. He was shaking with nerves and arousal, and sank in slowly so as not to hurt Jaebum. Of course, Jaebum only smirked, hooking a leg over Jinyoung's hip and urging him inside to the hilt. Jinyoung saw stars, the heat consuming him, and he could feel Jaebum rolling his hips against him, fucking himself on his cock.
When he found his senses once again, he began to fuck back in earnest, teeth grit together as he tried to keep breathing and strike a rhythm. He could see how Jaebum made his money, looking as if he was still in total control even on his back. His eyes were full of teasing mirth as he bit his lip slowly, a filthy grin stuck in place. Shifting Jaebum's hips slightly, he thrust roughly, seeing the cocky expression slip into unmasked pleasure, eyelids fluttering as he moaned loudly, deeply.
Jinyoung felt his climax approach alarmingly fast, shouting suddenly and shaking apart before Jaebum's eyes. The older man ran his hands soothingly down Jinyoung's arms pulling him to his chest and kissing his neck as he trembled. 'You were good, Jinyoungie,' He whispered soothingly into his ear, 'Wouldn't think it was your first time.'
Jinyoung caught his breath, not ignorant to the fact that Jaebum was still achingly hard beneath him. He kneeled on wobbly leg without a word, tearing open a condom with his teeth and rolling it slowly over Jaebum's length. The older man's eyes were wide, astonished at Jinyoung's boldness, and they quickly snapped shut when Jinyoung wrapped his mouth around him, sucking in earnest. It was messy and full of inexperience, but Jaebum seemed to be enjoying it, fingers buried in Jinyoung's hair as he groaned deeply. He was full and thick in Jinyoung's mouth, and he wished he could taste him, feel his skin.
When Jinyoung looked up to check Jaebum's expression, he saw the older man watching him with dark eyes, mouth ajar. He felt powerful, seeing Jaebum so completely at his mercy, and he felt him tense when he ran his thumb teasingly over his wet hole. His hips jumped at the contact, cock pulsing in Jinyoung's mouth as he came with a rough, broken moan.
Jinyoung didn't pull away until Jaebum whined, oversensitive, and pushed at Jinyoung's shoulder weakly. Jaebum gave him a fucked out smile when Jinyoung shuffled up beside him, kissing him lazily on the lips. 'I think it's time I took you out on a real date.' He stated breathlessly, and Jinyoung felt his heart flutter. Jinyoung's jaw ached, and he pulled his condom off with a crinkled nose, tying it and throwing it into his waste basket. Jaebum slowly rolled out of bed, limping slightly as he walked to pick up Jinyoung's robe, and Jinyoung drank in the sight of him in the daylight, unable to believe he held the attention of such a God.
Jaebum strolled lazily to the door, stopping and turning when he reached it to drag his eyes over Jinyoung's naked body where the younger man lay sprawled out lazily.
'But before that date, how about you join me in the shower and I show you what eating out is. I've been told I'm good with my tongue.
Jinyoung would have to truly apologise to his best friend, because Mark had given him the greatest birthday gift he could have wished for.