we ran away in our sleep ( block b, jaekyung, nc-17 )

[nerveless]

Kyung is already having a bad day (cleaning puke off of movie theater floors is never the highlight of his week) when it starts raining on his way home from work. He grumbles as the rain pounds at his windshield and his beat-up windshield wipers have to fight to squeak their way across the glass, leaving long, streaked arches of water in their wake.

He pulls into his apartment complex and parks as close to his door as possible, and then he makes a mad dash for the apartment, one arm held over his head and the other already reaching out with his key. After a little bit of fumbling, Kyung slips through the door and he sags against the wall, closing the door behind him. He drips his way straight towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge as he peeks towards the bedroom.

“Babe? Are you home?”

After he gets no answer, Kyung pouts to himself and twists the bottle cap off. Jaehyo is almost always home when Kyung gets home from work, unless he leaves to go grocery shopping or has to do something after work. It feels weird not to come home to a loud apartment, the TV left blaring and Jaehyo banging around somewhere in one of the rooms. It’s too quiet, too still, and it makes Kyung feel unsettled to have to stand there alone.

He reaches for his cell phone just as the front door whips open again, bringing in the sound of the rain. It seems to be falling even harder now, a constant wall of sound, and the door shuts again with a bang.

“Baby?” Kyung calls, leaving the kitchen with his water and perking up.

“Sorry I’m late.”

Jaehyo kicks his feet out of his muddy shoes and he wanders in, long, wet hair plastered to his face. Kyung grins to himself.

“It’s okay,” he purrs, shuffling over and draping himself over Jaehyo’s thin frame.

Jaehyo catches him with a low chuckle, wrapping his arms firmly around Kyung’s waist. Kyung tries to push against his chest because Jaehyo is a lot more wet than Kyung and he’s making Kyung wet with him.

“We need to get you out of these wet clothes.”

“I agree.” Jaehyo waggles his eyebrows. “But first, I brought you a present.”

“Oh yeah?” Kyung asks excitedly. He notices the bag clutched in Jaehyo’s hand and paws at it. “What’s in there?”

“Remember that rack of clothes in the back of the store we’ve been trying to sell for weeks?”

“Uh, the hooker clothes rack?” Kyung asks, already wary. He pulls away with a raised eyebrow.

“The ‘adult apparel,’ Kyung. Let’s not get all judgmental now.”

Kyung reaches into the bag and he pulls out an obscenely short pleated skirt and black stockings. Jaehyo’s grin widens. Kyung looks from the clothes to Jaehyo with a clear look of disbelief.

“You brought me a slutty skirt.”

“And stockings.”

“Ugh, you got my hopes up,” Kyung gripes, tossing the clothes back in the bag. “All for nothing. You didn’t actually pay for that, did you? Tell me you didn’t.”

“Kyung,” Jaehyo whines, following him to the bedroom. “You’re gonna wear it, right?”

Kyung snorts. “Like I’d ever wear something like that.”

“But baby.”

Jaehyo never calls him “baby” unless he really wants something. Kyung glares at him for using affectionate nicknames to wheedle him into dressing inappropriately.

“No way.”

Jaehyo drops the bag onto the bed, crossing his arms. Kyung hates to see his boyfriend look so disappointed, but he can’t even fathom wearing something like that. Even trying to picture himself in the clothes makes Kyung shudder with horror.

“I need to take a shower,” Kyung says, rubbing Jaehyo’s arm apologetically. “Let’s do something when I get out. Maybe we can watch a movie?”

“I guess,” Jaehyo mumbles.

Kyung rolls his eyes because Jaehyo couldn’t sound any more like a sulky child whose favorite candy has just been snatched away at the grocery store.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, leaning up to kiss Jaehyo. “I’ll be right out, okay?”

Jaehyo nods, kissing him again. Kyung smiles at him and escapes into the bathroom to take a quick shower, shedding his damp clothing all over the floor.

In the shower, Kyung tries to wash away the funk left over from his horrible day. He had to clean a lot of mess, the younger employees were all being moody and not wanting to do anything, and Kyung spent most of his day running around from the broom closet to the concession stand to the ticket booth, doing all the work and getting hardly any credit for it. Taeil had come by to help him out with cleaning while he was in between movie reels and Kyung had practically clung to his friend, begging him to put him out of his misery. By the time his shift had ended, Kyung had put a week’s worth of work into one day and he’d hardly received a single thank you in response, a hasty back pat from Howon sending him off for the night. He supposed that was something. Howon could have just taken off without acknowledging the hour Kyung had spent helping him with a backlog of customers demanding fresh hot dogs and popcorn.

Kyung breathes in deeply, inhaling the scent of shampoo and the dollop of conditioner he’d taken from Jaehyo’s special organic, eco-friendly hair care bottles because he loves the way it smells on him. Kyung washes his hair out and scrubs his body, feeling fresh and in much better spirits. He dries himself off and wraps the towel securely around his waist, water still dripping down the back of his neck as he steps out of the steamy bathroom.

Jaehyo is laying on the bed on his stomach, legs swinging around in the air, and Kyung remains frozen in the bathroom doorway as his jaw hits the floor. Jaehyo glances over at him.

“It’s still raining. Weather channel says it’ll probably be storming all night.”

“What the.”

“Oh.” Jaehyo turns his body a bit and the tiny skirt rides up over his ass even further. “Well, you’re not gonna wear it, right? So I thought, ‘Well, fine, I’ll wear it then!’ What do you think?”

“I think. I think you forgot underwear.”

“You can’t wear underwear with this! That’s the whole point, Kyung!”

Jaehyo sighs and shakes his head like he’s disappointed with Kyung’s poor understanding of fetish clothing. He crosses his legs in the air behind him and the material of the black stockings rubs together, bunching slightly over one ankle.

“This has to be illegal,” Kyung says, mouth uncomfortably dry.

“Nope. Perfectly legal in pretty much every part of the world.”

“But the way you look right now,” Kyung clarifies, shaking his head. He moves towards the bed like a panther, slow and calculated, keeping his eyes on the prize. “It’s criminal, Jaehyo.”

Jaehyo laughs at his corny pick-up line and crooks his finger to beckon him closer.

“I thought you didn’t like these clothes.”

“That was before I saw you in them.” Kyung crawls onto the bed and his towel catches on the edge and comes loose at his hip. “Plus, I knew you were going to try to make me wear them. I didn’t think you’d actually wear it yourself.”

“I wasn’t going to, but then I wanted to see your reaction.”

“And how is my reaction?”

Kyung slides up over Jaehyo, tugging the loose stocking back up his thigh and running his hand over the flimsy material to feel it against his palm. It feels sinfully good rubbing against his flesh.

“I don’t know. Let me check.”

Jaehyo reaches down to tug the towel the rest of the way off Kyung’s waist and Kyung lets it fall, moving onto his knees. Jaehyo looks down and grins widely.

“Well,” he starts, tilting his head up with a coquettish smile, “you’re already hard.”

Jaehyo wraps his hand around him as if to confirm his findings and Kyung grunts, tipping forward a bit as Jaehyo leans in to brush his lips across Kyung’s cheek towards his ear.

“I’d say that’s a pretty good reaction.”

Kyung grabs Jaehyo by the shoulder and turns him onto his back, watching the way the skirt catches and twists on his waist, rising just high enough on his thighs to be teasing. Kyung presses Jaehyo down into the bed and kisses him with an open mouth, running his hands up Jaehyo’s legs to the hem of the skirt. Jaehyo makes a noise against his mouth that makes Kyung’s cock twitch, all touched out and breathless and Kyung’s not really even touching him yet. Kyung thinks Jaehyo might be enjoying this just as much as he is.

Kyung kisses him deeper, sweeping his tongue in hot and heavy, and Jaehyo squirms under him and brings his arms up around Kyung’s neck to pull him in even closer. Kyung’s bare skin rubs over Jaehyo’s and when he hitches his hips, rubbing his cock over Jaehyo’s stomach, Jaehyo’s back arches unconsciously. Kyung edges his body down to line himself up and this time his grinding hips meet Jaehyo’s, nudging the skirt up so Kyung can feel Jaehyo’s flesh against his, and Jaehyo moans again and drops his head back against the bed. Kyung looks him over and he smiles at the pretty flush spreading over Jaehyo’s skin, covering his face and reaching all the way down to his neck. Jaehyo looks back at him through half-lidded eyes, licking his lips, and Kyung can’t stop himself from rocking his hips again to watch Jaehyo shiver and bite his lip, clutching at Kyung’s arms.

From there, Kyung pushes himself down the bed with his arms, dropping a kiss to Jaehyo’s chest and his stomach and moving further down to lift Jaehyo’s legs up so his arms can slot under them, tugging Jaehyo’s thighs down to rest over his shoulders. He sucks a kiss into the inside of his thigh, spending his time mapping the soft skin out with his mouth as Jaehyo reaches down to stroke his fingers through Kyung’s hair. When Kyung’s lips meet the material of the skirt, he switches sides to do the same to the opposite thigh until Jaehyo starts tugging at his hair impatiently, rocking his hips up against thin air with a soft whine. Kyung runs his tongue under the hem of the skirt, high up on his thigh and dangerously close to where Jaehyo needs him, and he laughs quietly at Jaehyo’s frustration. If he had all the time in the world, Kyung would do this to the rest of his entire body, licking everything in sight, memorizing the taste of every bit of him, but he’s pretty sure if he tried that Jaehyo would implode from sexual frustration.

Kyung finally nudges the pleated skirt up and out of the way with his nose until Jaehyo’s dick frees itself. Kyung takes him into his mouth and sucks him off until Jaehyo is trembling again, his breathy voice pitched high as he groans and rocks his hips slowly in counter rhythm. He works him over for awhile, long enough to feel Jaehyo’s hips twitching, his rhythm faltering as he has to hold himself off to keep from coming too soon, and then Kyung lets him go with a shudder, crawling back up his body to kiss him breathlessly.

“Wanna fuck you,” Kyung hisses against his mouth, biting gently at his lip.

Jaehyo moans and nods, pulling him in tight and wrapping his legs around him. Luckily, their bottle of lube hasn’t quite been put away from the last time they used it and it is sitting relatively close by on the night stand, within reach of Kyung’s short arms. Kyung rushes a bit through the preparation because Jaehyo is kissing him with too much tongue and just enough teeth and he’s rocking against Kyung’s fingers like he can’t stand to wait too long. Jaehyo throws his head back with a guttural moan when Kyung crooks his fingers hard, rubbing relentlessly and cutting all the teasing out. Jaehyo clings to his neck and he grits his teeth, furrowing his eyebrows, and Kyung waits until he can see Jaehyo start to sweat, until Jaehyo’s cock twitches against his stomach and he can’t speak clearly enough to tell Kyung to stop, the long, low whine caught in his throat. When Kyung can tell Jaehyo is precious seconds away from what’s likely to be an extremely messy orgasm, he withdraws his fingers completely with a quick jerk and quickly rolls Jaehyo onto his stomach, tugging him up on his knees.

Jaehyo is already shaking as he moves up obediently, arms pressed to the bed and his forehead pressed onto one arm, arching his ass up into the air. The flimsy, silly little miniskirt isn’t hiding a single thing anymore and Kyung groans as he rakes his gaze over Jaehyo’s body, grabbing at his hips and tugging him flush against him. He grasps himself to drag his dick through the cleft of Jaehyo’s ass, making the other shiver against the bed in anticipation, and then he rocks his hips and he just slides all the way into him, hips meeting solid flesh with a slapping sound. Kyung strokes his palm over Jaehyo’s side soothingly as he starts fucking into him with long strokes.

“Does that feel good?” Kyung asks lowly.

Jaehyo responds with a deep groan of approval.

Jaehyo moves up onto his arms, sharp shoulder blades shifting under the flesh of his back with the movement, and the extra leverage lets him spread his legs further apart and tilt his hips up to fuck himself back onto Kyung’s cock. Kyung’s breath hitches with the extra movement and he drops forward further, resting his palms on either side of Jaehyo and trailing his lips over the tattoo at the center of Jaehyo’s back, a black dragon twisting between his shoulder blades, as he meets Jaehyo’s movement with hard thrusts.

Soon, their rhythm starts to even out as Jaehyo’s movements grow more sluggish, and Kyung pulls out and nudges him over to turn him around again and let him rest on his back. Kyung fucks back into his body easily and Jaehyo tugs him down until he’s within range of his sloppy kisses. Kyung moans softly against his mouth, rolling his hips, and he kisses his way across Jaehyo’s cheek, up to his ear. He sucks on the lobe, nips with his teeth and then licks down his neck towards his chest. The tattoo on Jaehyo’s chest, on the left side and over his heart, is Kyung’s favorite. When Jaehyo had first told him about wanting the tattoo, Kyung had laughed at him and told him he thought it would be too cheesy. Now that he’s looking down at him, at Jaehyo’s flushed skin and his soft eyes, the sight of the dark ink sends a wave of possessive heat through Kyung’s stomach. It’s his name, Kyung, nothing but plain, simple black letters, but the sight of it on Jaehyo makes Kyung buck his hips, pulling Jaehyo’s legs up higher to angle his thrusts better, desperate to make Jaehyo feel as good as it feels for him.

Jaehyo arches his back, breath stuttering as Kyung moves his legs to his shoulders, and he has to hold on to the edges of the pillow under his head to keep from grabbing Kyung and digging his nails into him because everything feels so fucking good it’s driving him crazy. Kyung bends forward, pushing Jaehyo’s legs to his chest, and Jaehyo feels grateful to all of his yoga for his ability to be bent like a pretzel. Kyung brushes his fingers over his chest and rests his palm directly over his tattoo. Jaehyo meets his eyes. The unspoken sentiment behind the gesture, mine, all mine, passes between them and starts a riot in Jaehyo’s ribcage. Something in his gut tightens, his heart swells unnaturally, and Kyung suddenly starts slamming his hips into Jaehyo like he can’t control himself anymore, kissing him hard as Kyung presses his fingers into his skin. Jaehyo moans when Kyung comes inside of him and he can feel it, locking his hands behind Kyung’s thighs to keep him inside and letting him ride the feeling out.

Kyung rolls over, sweating, panting into the air with partially closed eyes, and he automatically folds his legs with his knees in the air as Jaehyo sits up and moves over him. Despite the urgency in his head, demanding him to fuck into Kyung as soon as possible, Jaehyo knows better than to skimp on the foreplay and he makes sure to spend time on kissing, on coaxing Kyung into readiness with his fingers and also his tongue. Once Kyung is ready, he lets Jaehyo know with a tug on his arms and a quiet demand, sweet and sharp on his tongue, and Jaehyo has to comply and do what he’s told.

Jaehyo likes to keep a close distance when he fucks Kyung, not only to catch all of the beautiful sounds that come out of his mouth, soft and airy and constant in his ear, but also because what he likes the most is to watch him react. Kyung is incredibly responsive and he does a lot of twitching and making faces. Jaehyo likes it when Kyung can’t help the way he goes slack-jawed, scrunching his nose and furrowing his brows and keening in the back of his throat. Jaehyo tries to calm him with a kiss to his temple and Kyung simply clings to his back, grabs at his ass and then rips the now pointless pleated skirt off his hips with impatience, running his hands over bare skin and rocking his hips back against Jaehyo’s. Jaehyo laughs at Kyung’s brief show of animosity towards the unfortunate skirt.

“Should I take the stockings off?” Jaehyo asks breathily.

Kyung shakes his head firmly. “Keep those on. They’re hot.”

Jaehyo hums in confirmation and he wraps his arms around Kyung, going faster and harder the way Kyung prefers. Kyung wraps his legs tightly around his waist, clinging to him like a barnacle. Jaehyo can feel Kyung’s dick starting to stir back into life against his stomach and Kyung moves a hand between them to stroke himself as Jaehyo gives him some more space, leaning up on his hands. Kyung’s body is smaller than his, an easy fit between his arms and his legs, and Jaehyo likes to rag on him for his height but he secretly loves the contrast between them, loves how easy it is to wrap around him on the couch while they watch TV or spoon with him on the bed while Kyung tries to fall asleep and pretends he isn’t enjoying their proximity just as much. Kyung is easy to fuck, easier to love, and Jaehyo feels like he’s never going to want to stop doing this, any of this, with Kyung.

Unfortunately, his body has other ideas and he finds himself on the brink of orgasm before he can think of anything else. He curses his oversensitive dick in the back of his mind as he bucks his hips into Kyung, kissing him because Kyung always gets way too loud when Jaehyo comes inside of him because he can’t take the feeling. Kyung yelps into his mouth, just like he expected, and Jaehyo knows to keep rocking his hips through the sensitivity because Kyung’s fist is still moving between their stomachs, frantic and all out of rhythm. When he feels like he can’t do that anymore, he pulls out and lays close at hand, attaching his lips to Kyung’s chest to tongue at his nipple and rubbing his fingers over Kyung’s balls until Kyung’s body convulses, his stomach contracting and his breath coming out in sharp gasps and warmth spilling over to land on Kyung’s stomach, their hands, the bed and generally everywhere. Neither of them have ever been particularly good at keeping things clean in the bedroom.

The rain is still beating against the window, thunder rolling through the room intermittently, and Jaehyo feels exhaustion melting his bones as he rolls onto his stomach, face turned towards Kyung.

“Weatherman was actually right this time,” Jaehyo mumbles, muffled by the bed.

Kyung grunts. He’s still breathing a little shallowly, resting his arm over his forehead.

“I wonder if it’ll rain tomorrow. I wanted to go look at plants.”

“Plants?”

“I told you, I want a plant. Something small. Maybe in the living room and something else in the kitchen.”

“Uh, there’s a nursery near Good Times.” Jaehyo lifts his head. “Other drawer, Kyung.”

Kyung is searching for the tissues, which he can never seem to keep track of, and he moves his hand from the top drawer to the lower one. Jaehyo drops his head once again, letting his eyes slide shut. It’s still a little too early for sleep, especially when neither of them are working the following day. They might still have time to watch a movie.

“Can I name the plant?” Jaehyo asks suddenly.

Kyung grins, arching his eyebrows in confusion. “Why?”

“Well, I could use some of my prospective future children’s names.”

“I didn’t know you had any,” Kyung replies, wiping lazily at the smears on their sheets and bodies. He leans over Jaehyo’s head. “Are you saying you don’t want my children anymore?”

Jaehyo scoffs and nudges him in the side. “Did I say that?”

“I clearly heard you imply this in your words.”

“You’re crazy.” Jaehyo takes the tissue out of Kyung’s hand and tosses it towards the night stand, which it misses and tumbles to the floor. “I’m just practicing for later.”

“Fine. These plants are going to be our children.” Kyung settles down into Jaehyo’s hold on the bed, tilting his head up when Jaehyo moves to kiss his forehead. “If you let one die, I’ll kill you.”

“What, do I seem like a bad father to you?” Jaehyo asks, testy.

“No, you’re just a little...spacey sometimes.”

“I’m spacey? Me?”

“Let’s go watch a movie,” Kyung insists, poking Jaehyo in the stomach and avoiding the progression of the silly argument.

“Alright, but I’m going to put clothes on first or I might space out and forget to do it later,” Jaehyo grumbles in playful mock-anger, wiggling away, and Kyung scoots over hurriedly to tackle him back onto the bed for one last kiss.

After much wheedling and pointing out that they haven’t gone out as a group for months, Jaehyo manages to convince Kyung to organize a night out at the bar. Kyung grumbles a bit about having to do everything himself and Jaehyo hurries to the humongous stack of dirty dishes beside the sink, dutifully pulling a pair of rubber gloves on, as if being a good boyfriend and taking up the house chores might make Kyung think he’s being helpful and supportive of Kyung’s solo party planning. Kyung steps into the kitchen with his phone to his ear, preparing to recruit his first target, and interrupts Jaehyo’s dishwashing to remind him not to leave soap streaks all over the dishes.

Jaehyo nods quickly to placate Kyung and then continues washing in the exact same manner as soon as Kyung’s back is turned, rinsing and drying them all hastily to get the job done as soon as possible.

After several phone calls, Kyung manages to get Jiho, Taeil, Yukwon, Minhyuk and Jihoon on board with the drinking plans.

“We have to call Jihoon and stay on the line with him until he gets there,” Jaehyo tells him. “He gets lost easily.”

“Like Jiho?”

“Not quite that bad, but yes. He needs some extra help.”

“Jiho’s probably going on the bike with Taeil, so we don’t have to worry about him.” Kyung gives Jaehyo a pointed look. “Are you going to play nice?”

Jaehyo turns to him, falling into a defensive stance. “Why do you always assume I’m the one who starts everything?”

“Because you usually are.”

“No, Jiho’s the stupid idiot with the loud mouth.”

“And that’s why you always rise to the bait.”

“Well, I’m not gonna argue with him this time,” Jaehyo promises. “I just want to hang out and have fun.”

“Uh huh,” Kyung murmurs. He wraps his arms around Jaehyo’s waist from behind, peering around his shoulder. “Are you actually drying those?”

“You can’t backhug me, you’re like ten feet shorter than me.”

“These dishes are all still wet. Jaehyo, you can’t wash dishes for shit.”

“Then don’t make me wash them!”

“What the hell, you’re the one who started washing them on your own!”

Kyung and Jaehyo struggle over the dish towel until Jaehyo slips on some spilled water and goes flying into the refrigerator, cutting their bickering short with a pained groan from Jaehyo and hurried apologies from Kyung, interrupted here and there by Kyung’s raucous laughter. Half of the dishes go unwashed and the rest most likely require an extra rinse, but that is all set aside for a rainy day or a fit of desperation the next time they need something to eat off of.

Jihoon drives past the bar exactly four times before Kyung realizes Jaehyo is just as horrible at giving directions as Jihoon is at following them and confiscates the phone from him, walking outside to direct the lost boy. Taeil and Jiho show up not long afterwards, taking their helmets off and setting them on Taeil’s motorcycle, and Kyung makes sure to let Jiho know he has the worst case of helmet hair he’s ever seen.

Unsurprisingly, Jaehyo and Jiho don’t last half an hour before they start arguing about plants. Jaehyo wants to put potted gerberas in the house and Jiho is trying to convince Kyung to get some small bonsais.

“Okay,” Jiho says, holding his hands up towards Kyung like a plea for his focused attention, “if you want to put bitch plants all over your place, then go with the stupid fucking garbers or whatever-”

“They’re called gerberas, and-”

“But if you want some real plants, some real nice shit in your house, you gotta get some bonsai trees, okay? There’s this place where they sell them real cheap-”

“-so they’d go nice with any color scheme and they’d be easy to take care of! And bonsais are totally stupid, you have to keep trimming them. Who wants to keep having to maintain that shit? You really think Kyung or me is going to keep cutting these tiny little branches with some tiny little fucking scissors-”

Yukwon and Taeil are already collapsed in breathless laughter, trying to burrow into each other’s shoulders, and Minhyuk and Jihoon have long stopped paying attention and are both quietly sipping their beer and observing the atmosphere with random comments to each other here and there. Meanwhile, Kyung has been slumping further and further in his seat, his hand over his face, watching the argument between his fingers with incredulous raised eyebrows.

He sits up and slaps the table a few times to get everyone’s attention.

“Okay, okay, time for shots. Let’s go. Who wants a shot?”

His distraction technique works. Unfortunately, it also starts a round of people buying shots for each other and for the group and before he knows it, he’s lost track of how many shots he’s already taken and his face is resting on the table, Jaehyo’s fingers stroking circles into his hair and his back as the group laughs over his head.

“You okay, baby?” filters into his ear, the puffs of breath against his earlobe sending a shiver racing across his back.

Kyung tilts his head to look at Jaehyo, smiling drunkenly. Jaehyo grins back as he rests his head on the table across from Kyung’s, still fiddling with his hair and rubbing the back of his neck. Around the table, there is a flurry of motion, Jiho resting an arm over Yukwon’s shoulders as he regales to him an elaborate story as Jihoon listens at his other side with rapt attention and wide eyes, and Minhyuk and Taeil got up and went somewhere together a short time ago, lost to the group. Kyung lets words slip in and out of his attention, flying over his head like paper airplanes, and he stares into Jaehyo’s eyes until the noise all blends into the background and fades away to leave their intermingled breathing, their twin private grins reflected back at each other.

Minhyuk and Taeil return to the table to a chorus of whooping and hollering and Kyung breaks their staring contest to investigate, lifting his head off the table to look around. Minhyuk has a party hat on his head and was apparently cavorting around with Taeil at the birthday party a few tables away, if the glitter and lipstick on Taeil’s cheek is anything to go by. Minhyuk wipes it off for him with a thumb, bringing Taeil in under one arm, and the two of them jump into the conversation as if they had never left.

Kyung’s head seems to roll around on his neck and it makes him feel a little dizzy, grabbing the table to center himself. He’s had way too much to drink. Jaehyo rests his hand on Kyung’s shoulder and he suggests calling it a night. Minhyuk and Taeil decide to stay behind to work on the birthday table some more and Jiho protests as he loses his ride until Yukwon drapes himself onto Jiho’s side with a promise to get him home safely, lips too close to his ear, and Jiho shuts right up with a flushed face.

They get home without driving into a ditch thanks to Jaehyo’s not-quite-drunk driving skills and Kyung holds onto Jaehyo’s arm as he is walked to the couch and deposited on the cushions. Kyung bursts into laughter, holding his hands over his mouth to muffle the strange giggling. Jaehyo fetches him a glass of water and puts it in Kyung’s hands with instructions to sip from it, settling down beside Kyung on the couch and resting his arm over the back.

“Jaehyo,” Kyung says, staring into his water.

Jaehyo looks at him, feeling overcome by relaxation but also feeling wide awake. “Huh?”

“Why don’t we just get married?”

Jaehyo blinks at him slowly. He knows Kyung is still drunk because his words are slurred and his eyes are cloudy, but he’s giving Jaehyo such a serious look the air itself feels heavy on his body.

“First you have to finish school,” Jaehyo replies, shifting closer to him to wrap an arm around Kyung’s waist. “Then you have to get your government job and make a lot of money.”

“Yeah,” Kyung murmurs happily, drinking some of the water. “We’ll buy a house. And you’ll buy a car that doesn’t break down all the time.”

“I’ll send you off to work on building space shuttles or designing aircrafts or whatever you end up doing.”

“Hey, isn’t that going to be funny, though?” Kyung smirks, nuzzling into Jaehyo’s hair. “A government employee living with his hippie boyfriend.”

“As long as you don’t run for any kind of office, no one should care,” Jaehyo shrugs. He turns his head and smiles when Kyung tries to kiss him, meeting his lips.

“I just,” Kyung breathes, feeling his heartbeat pick up, “I love you a lot.”

Jaehyo laughs quietly and rests his hand on the side of Kyung’s neck, brushing his thumb along his chin. “I love you, too.”

“But.” Kyung breathes a little faster, setting his cup of water down in his lap. “But I don’t ever wanna lose you.”

“Who says you ever will?” Jaehyo asks him, pulling him closer, kissing him slowly. “Hmm?”

Kyung relaxes into the kiss, clutching the glass, and Jaehyo reaches between them with his free hand to move the water safely out of the way as he leans against Kyung and strokes his hair, coaxing Kyung’s mouth open with his tongue. Kyung leans back, arms winding around Jaehyo’s shoulders, until they’re lying horizontal on the couch and Kyung is arching his body up against his, mouths locked together. Jaehyo doesn’t let things get too far, not with Kyung in the state he’s in, but he peppers kisses over Kyung’s face and he lets Kyung’s trembling fingers trace the hardness in his jeans, bucking his hips slightly and sighing against Kyung’s neck. He pecks a kiss on the curve down to his shoulder, hugging Kyung to his body.

Kyung is rubbing the palm of his hand in hard circles against his jeans and it’s distracting and he feels lightheaded, cotton-mouthed, mildly delirious with the feeling and the friction. He bites lightly at Kyung’s neck, letting himself slip just enough to pant against his neck and rock his hips against Kyung’s hand to trap it between his clothed dick and Kyung’s thigh. Kyung’s breath goes shuddery above him, his fingernails scratching at him through his jeans, and Jaehyo wants to lose himself completely in the moment, wants to just take his pants off and lay still and let Kyung have his way, whichever way that takes him. He hitches his hips higher, breathing shallowly.

“Kyung,” he groans quietly. “I want that, more than anything. I want to live in a big house with you.”

Jaehyo licks his lips and tightens his arms around Kyung.

“I want you to come home to me every night.”

There’s nothing but the sound of their breathing, Kyung silent and still under the movement of Jaehyo’s lips on his neck and his chin.

“For the rest of our lives. Okay?”

When there’s no answer and Jaehyo realizes Kyung hasn’t been touching him for the past couple minutes, he lifts his head, looking his boyfriend over. Kyung’s eyes are closed, his lips are parted, and his even breath is escaping from his mouth with light puffs against Jaehyo’s face. Jaehyo watches him sleep for a few precious seconds and then tries to roll onto his back on the couch with a snort of disbelief, misjudging the distance between their bodies and the edge. He knocks his flailing arm on the coffee table as he tumbles off the couch and to the floor with a yelp.

The next morning, Kyung wakes him up bright and early, not a trace of a hangover to be seen. The light beats against Jaehyo’s eyeballs and his brain is throbbing in pain and he wants to dig his head under a few feet of sand and bury it deep, burrowing into his pillow with a whine.

“Who wants to go get some gerberas?” Kyung singsongs, tugging his pillow away.

Jaehyo loves his boyfriend. He really, really does, but the first thought that pops into his mind as he’s dragged out of bed and onto the floor by his arms is how many gerberas he thinks he can cram down Kyung’s overexcited, mothereffing throat.