[fic] home is back at your messy bachelor pad
title: home is back at your messy bachelor pad
pairing: chen/suho
genre: smut, angst, romance
rating: nc-17
word count: 3670
summary: Junmyeon's one night stand sticks around the morning after, stretching their arrangement out for two, three, even four nights. It reaches the point where Junmyeon wonders if he should give him keys to the apartment or a restraining order. ( fill for exopromptmeme)
Junmyeon peered around the dark, crowded bar in wonder. He wasn't one to enter places that appeared to barely be holding up, but his coworkers had insisted they needed a break. And, what better way to kick back and relax then at some jazz bar at the outskirts of town filled with people almost a whole decade younger than them. He frowned at the thought.
"Stop it, you'll get even more wrinkles than you already have," scolded his coworker, Baekhyun.
Junmyeon touched the corner of his mouth self-consciously.
Baekhyun took his wrist, leading him over to a table at the back before he let him go. He made a show of slipping off his blazer and draping it over his seat before he sat down and rolled up his sleeves.
"First round is on Chanyeol!" he shouted with a cackle.
Chanyeol groaned but didn't argue, standing up and heading to the bar to place an order for their group.
"I'll go help him," Junmyeon said.
He followed after Chanyeol, finding him leaning over the bar chatting up the handsome bartender. Junmyeon stood on the sidelines, deciding to wait for the bartender to go before he approached Chanyeol.
Junmyeon rubbed his arms nervously, observing the packed bar. Everyone seemed to be too absorbed in their drinks or conversation to notice him. He felt left out, seeing all of the patrons in their own worlds, not even sparing him a glance.
A small stage was located across the bar, and he could see two employees setting up the microphone stand. He had to admit the musical aspect of the place interested him, and he looked forward to seeing the performances later on in the night. Junmyeon turned back to the bar, watching as Chanyeol and the bartender continued to talk amongst themselves. He rolled his eyes, planning on heading back to the table so Chanyeol would be stuck carrying back twenty drinks on his own, until he noticed someone.
Unlike everyone else who seemed to ignore everything going around them, this person appeared to be stuck on the outside, searching for an opening. He buzzed around the bar, never sitting and instead, beaming at anyone and everyone. He walked around happily, not seeming to mind that no one gave him a second glance, except for Junmyeon.
He studied the stranger, until he looked up and locked eyes with him. Junmyeon sucked in a breath, unable to look away from the man. His eyes held so much emotion, the complete opposite of the bright smile he showed off.
Junmyeon wasn't sure who moved first, but soon enough, he and the man were right next to each other. Junmyeon could tell the man had been good-looking from afar, but seeing him up-close just cemented it for him. From the man's long eyelashes, sharp jawline and pretty lips, Junmyeon couldn't look away.
"Are you just going to stare at me all night, or are you going to buy me a drink?" the stranger said, brow raised.
"O-oh, um, sure! Is there anything in particular you wanted?" Junmyeon asked, eyes focused on the wall behind them.
"Just something strong," he replied.
Junmyeon nodded, pushing through the crowd and finding Chanyeol accepting a tray of drinks from the bartender.
"Hey, Junmyeon! Could you help me carry these back?" he asked with a grin.
"Sure," Junmyeon said, plucking two drinks off of the tray and turning back to where the stranger had been.
He ignored Chanyeol's shouts, weaving past bodies and finally escaping the crowd. He found the stranger, and silently gave him one of the glasses.
"Thanks," he said, throwing back the liquid easily.
"I'm Junmyeon."
"Jongdae," he answered with a smile, eyes fixed on Junmyeon's glass.
He silently passed it over, eyes transfixed on Jongdae's Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped the drink down.
---
Junmyeon hadn't even been able to say goodbye to his coworkers before Jongdae dragged him out of the bar not that long after. Jongdae hailed a cab, shoving him inside before slipping in himself.
"Your place is fine, right?" he confirmed, glassy eyes glued on Junmyeon's lips.
Junmyeon swallowed, telling the driver the directions to his apartment as Jongdae pressed against his side. He hadn't expected the night to end like this, and he probably wouldn't hear the end of this tomorrow at work.
Oh well.
---
Jongdae remained pressed to his side even after they had exited the cab and entered the building. He hadn't touched Junmyeon inappropriately yet, but he suspected that to change once they were behind closed doors.
They left the elevator, and Junmyeon led them to his apartment. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. Just as he'd thought, Jongdae wasted no time, shoving him against the nearest wall and clumsily pressing his lips against Junmyeon's.
He whimpered, awkwardly placing his hands on Jongdae's hips and allowing him to lead. Jongdae didn't appear to mind, kissing Junmyeon while his hands worked to untuck his shirt and pop open the buttons. Junmyeon shivered as Jongdae stroked his hands down his chest, fingernails lightly scratching over his abs.
"Bedroom?" Jongdae questioned, mouth moving to Junmyeon's jaw.
"This way," he choked out, stumbling over to the hallway and opening the first door.
Jongdae pushed him so he fell back on the bed, climbing on top of him with his knees on either side of Junmyeon's hips.
"You don't have a wife? Kids?" he wondered, yanking off his simple white t-shirt and unbuttoning his jeans.
"N-no," Junmyeon answered breathlessly, watching Jongdae's fingers easily working open his slacks and pulling them down his legs.
"Good."
Junmyeon moaned as Jongdae moved down his body, trailing little kisses over his chest and stomach before stopping at his cock.
He licked a stripe up the side of his cock teasingly, parting his lips and wrapping them around the head. Junmyeon grabbed a fistful of Jongdae's hair, forcing him to take more. He relaxed his throat, allowing Junmyeon to set the pace and fuck his mouth.
Junmyeon moved Jongdae's head back and forth, biting his lip to hold back making too much noise.
He slowly removed him off of his cock, laying back as Jongdae seated himself back on Junmyeon's lap.
Junmyeon stretched his arm towards the nightstand, taking out a condom and his full bottle of lube.
Jongdae took both gratefully, tearing open the condom packet and rolling it over Junmyeon's hard cock. He poured some lube onto his hand and stroked Junmyeon's cock before aligning it with his entrance and sitting down.
He leaned back on his haunches, balancing his hands on the bed as he rolled his hips quickly.
Junmyeon grabbed his hips, thrusting up into Jongdae's warmth.
"You feel so good," he told him, planting his feet on the bed and increasing his speed.
Jongdae gasped, falling forward onto Junmyeon's body as he kept thrusting.
"Right there," he breathed into Junmyeon's ear, letting him take over.
Junmyeon tightened his grip on Jongdae's hips, flipping him over onto the bed and positioning himself between his legs.
He pushed his cock back in, and Jongdae dug the heels of his feet into Junmyeon's ass cheeks, forcing their bodies closer together.
"I'm close," he moaned, moving his hand to his cock and stroking himself as Junmyeon continued to thrust into him.
Junmyeon grunted, pressing his head into Jongdae's shoulder and sucking on the skin there.
He came with a quiet gasp, slipping out of Jongdae and taking off the condom. Jongdae cried out, cumming over his hand soon after. Junmyeon stared, filing the image in his head for the nights he wouldn't be as lucky. With that thought, he stood up and moved to the washroom, grabbing a towel before returning to the bedroom.
Jongdae lay there silently, looking at the ceiling. Junmyeon awkwardly joined him on the bed, using the towel to clean up Jongdae's stomach. He grabbed his wrist, gently wiping the cum off of his fingers as well before tossing the towel somewhere on the floor and pulling the blanket over their naked bodies.
"Thanks," Jongdae said, turning to face Junmyeon.
"You're welcome."
"So, do you visit that bar often?" Junmyeon questioned, once the silence had become too much.
"Yeah."
"Have you ever performed there? You have a great voice," Junmyeon complimented.
"Nope," he answered, snuggling up against Junmyeon's side and closing his eyes.
Junmyeon chuckled softly, taking the hint and turning off the lamp beside him.
"Night," he said, lightly stroking Jongdae's hair.
---
Junmyeon woke up to a room filled with bright sunlight and an empty bed.
Of course, last night had been a one time thing, and Jongdae had probably left as soon as he'd awoken. Junmyeon did feel slightly disappointed, but he was also grateful that he'd get to skip the awkward morning farewells. He checked the clock on his nightstand, seeing that it was six in the morning and he had to get up and get ready for work.
He stumbled out of his room, freezing in the hallway once he heard a voice.
Slowly, he shuffled over towards the kitchen where he was certain the voice had come from.
He peeked around the entrance, eyes bulging once he saw Jongdae wearing his shirt from last night, along with his never used World's #1 Chef apron, making breakfast.
Junmyeon blinked, unsure how to proceed from here.
"I can see you hiding and making weird faces," Jongdae said, eyes focused on the stove.
Junmyeon laughed nervously, entering the kitchen but keeping his distance as Jongdae put scrambled eggs on two plates.
"Sorry, I just thought you'd left already so seeing you in the kitchen surprised me."
"You can't get rid of me that easily," Jongdae assured, carrying their breakfast out of the kitchen.
Junmyeon followed after him, eyes widening when he saw that Jongdae had nothing on under the shirt. It would only take one wrong move to expose him fully.
"Do you have work today?" Jongdae asked, taking a seat at the dining table.
He hummed, confused as to why Jongdae was so comfortable in his house.
"Yeah. I'm going to shower and leave in a while. We can go together," he said, looking everywhere but at Jongdae.
Jongdae suddenly placed his cutlery down, standing up and approaching Junmyeon.
"Why don't we have one last round then?" he offered, fingers slipping past the band of Junmyeon's boxers.
"I-I'm already late enough as it is," Junmyeon choked out, as Jongdae wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it.
Jongdae kissed Junmyeon sweetly, playing with the hair on his nape. He hand worked his cock quickly but stopped once Junmyeon was close to orgasming. He grabbed Junmyeon's hand and moved him in front of the dining table, before he sat down on top of it and wrapped his legs around Junmyeon's waist.
Junmyeon didn't fight it, deciding that he'd worry about being late after. Plus, he couldn't deny that he hadn't gotten his fill of Jongdae yet.
"I should get the lube from the room at least."
"It's fine," Jongdae said, digging his hand around the pocket of the apron and pulling out the bottle from last night.
Junmyeon laughed loudly, slicking up Jongdae's inner thighs and grinning at him.
"Okay?" Junmyeon asked, fitting his cock between his thighs and placing Jongdae's legs over his shoulders.
"Yeah," he answered with a moan, hand already furiously working over his arousal.
Junmyeon nodded, sloppily fucking Jongdae's thighs. Jongdae moaned loudly, tightly pressing his legs together. The warmth and plushness of Jongdae's thighs, along with the sounds he made, caused Junmyeon to cum easily, spilling all over Jongdae's legs.
Jongdae let out a breath, collapsing on the table as Junmyeon checked the wall clock.
"It's eight o'clock already?" he said to himself in shock, hurriedly running to the washroom to make himself look presentable.
---
Junmyeon, all ready to go, returned to the living room, seeing Jongdae still laying on the table. He didn't know how to tell him he had to leave, and he didn't have enough time to wait for him to get dressed and cleaned up.
"I'll be going," Junmyeon said, waving as he opened the door and left
He hoped Jongdae wouldn't rob him silly.
---
"So you just left? With a stranger in your house?" Baekhyun asked incredulously.
"Yeah. I tried to tell him that he needed to go, but he just offered himself to me and I couldn't say no."
Baekhyun scrunched up his nose in disgust as Chanyeol laughed.
"He's just bitter because he went home alone last night, don't worry," he told Junmyeon.
"You should have asked him to go," Baekhyun said, ignoring Chanyeol.
"It was hard! He made us breakfast and I didn't want to just throw him out so easily," Junmyeon said.
"What's hard about telling a stranger to get the hell out of your house? Was the sex that great?" Baekhyun wondered.
Junmyeon's face reddened in reply.
"Whatever, if he's still there when you get home tonight, call the police on his ass," Baekhyun finished, exiting the staff room.
---
Junmyeon cautiously opened his apartment door, letting out a breath once he saw that the lights were off and the place seemed empty. He quietly slipped off his shoes and walked to his bedroom, turning on the light as he entered.
"Welcome back," Jongdae said, sitting up sleepily and shooting him a big smile.
Junmyeon screamed.
"I thought you left!"
Jongdae didn't answer, slipping off the sheets and revealing his naked body to Junmyeon.
"I was waiting for you," he said, standing up and dragging Junmyeon onto the bed.
---
"Hey Junmyeon, are we still on for take-out and movies tonight?" Chanyeol asked from his cubicle entrance.
"Sorry, the apartment's a complete mess. I need to do some cleaning before letting anyone in."
"The mess never stopped you before," Chanyeol accused with a pout.
"It's really, really, really bad this time," Junmyeon said, eyes focused on his computer.
"Alright then," he said, walking away.
---
"Welcome home," Jongdae greeted him when he entered the apartment.
"Wow," Junmyeon said, staring at the spotless living room in wonder.
"You can finally see your floors," Jongdae joked.
"You didn't have to."
"I wanted to," Jongdae said, grabbing his arm. "C'mon, there's a bath ready for you and I made dinner. Let's get you out of this stuffy suit."
---
It'd officially been a week since Jongdae began staying at his apartment, and Junmyeon had to admit his presence made things a lot easier. The place was always clean, Junmyeon got to eat home-cooked meals instead of take out and he got sex on the regular.
However, he did wonder why Jongdae stayed. Didn't he have his own home to go back to? Friends? Family?
Not to mention, it'd been a week since Jongdae had been outside. Junmyeon felt bad, wondering how the man hadn't gone insane yet, spending his days cooking, cleaning and only interacting with him.
"Jongdae," Junmyeon called out, exiting the bedroom and finding him spread across the couch, blankly watching the television.
"Hm?"
"Want to go out today? I don't have work and I thought we could go walk around, get some fresh air."
"Sure," said Jongdae, standing up and heading to the shoe rack.
Junmyeon noticed that Jongdae wore his clothes without asking. He also used his shampoo and soap and Junmyeon hated to admit how warm he felt when he smelt himself on Jongdae as they-
"Are you coming?"
"Y-yeah," Junmyeon stammered.
---
"The weather's great today," Junmyeon said with a grin, tipping his head back and bathing in the sunlight.
"I thought you'd be allergic to the sun with how pale you are," Jongdae said, smirking.
"You're the one avoiding leaving my apartment," he replied, watching curiously as Jongdae's face froze.
Jongdae looked away and Junmyeon sighed, unsure what to say now. He knew the situation was ridiculous, but he had no clue how to talk to Jongdae and get him out of his home.
"Can we go back?" Jongdae asked, holding his hand.
"Okay," Junmyeon agreed, squeezing Jongdae's hand back.
---
"Is this the freeloader?" a voice called out, as they exited the elevator.
"Baekhyun? Chanyeol?" Junmyeon questioned in confusion, seeing his two friends standing by his door.
"We knew you'd been avoiding us because of this guy, so we came to help you out," Chanyeol explained.
Jongdae's eyes widened, and he looked at Junmyeon before pulling his hand free and running to the elevator.
"Wait! Jongdae!" Junmyeon yelled, but the elevator doors shut and he was gone.
"I told you it'd be easy to get rid of him," Baekhyun said.
---
Jongdae never returned after that day. Junmyeon had no clue how to contact him, hell, he didn't even know the man's last name.
"Junmyeon, are you coming out with us tonight?" Chanyeol asked when he entered the staff room for his fifth coffee of the day.
"Where?" he asked, grabbing a cup.
"That bar we went to almost two weeks ago."
Junmyeon choked on his coffee, hurriedly slapping his chest as he coughed to clear his throat.
"Is that a no?"
"I-I-I'll come," Junmyeon gasped out.
"That's great! We've all been worried about you since you've been so down lately."
"Yeah, sorry about that. I'm just stressed."
"If you say so," Chanyeol said.
---
Entering the jazz bar once again, Junmyeon couldn't shake how nervous he felt. Jongdae had told him he visited this place regularly, so maybe he'd find him tonight and apologize for how things had ended the last time they'd seen each other. It was the right thing to do.
"I'm going to go say hi to Kyungsoo," Chanyeol said, leaving their group as soon as they sat down.
"Who?"
"His bartender boyfriend," Baekhyun said with a grimace.
"I just need to use the washroom really quick," Junmyeon said, standing up and heading to the bar.
He stood as tall as he could, looking over heads for Jongdae. He stumbled over to the spot they'd met two weeks ago, making a sound of triumph once he spotted Jongdae leaning against a wall, dressed in the clothes Junmyeon had seen him in last.
He quietly walked over and tapped Jongdae's shoulder, smiling in greeting.
"Can we talk outside?"
Jongdae agreed.
---
"Why did you leave last time?" Junmyeon began quietly, leaning against the wall by the bar's entrance.
"I overstayed my visit."
"Where are you staying now? Do you have your own place?"
"I stay with whoever takes me home at night, for however long they want to use me for," he said dully.
Junmyeon gulped, hating that his suspicions had been correct.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, realizing that Jongdae had slept with him out of necessity.
"Don't worry about it, it's not your fault."
"How about your family?"
"I'm on my own," Jongdae said with a shrug.
Junmyeon stared out into the darkness, chewing on his lip. Jongdae seemed like an amazing person, and he hated to see him so down and beaten.
"How about ... if I offered you my couch, just until you could get back up on your feet?" Junmyeon offered, peeking up at Jongdae through his fringe.
"What would I have to do?"
"Nothing! Nothing at all," he shouted with a blush.
Jongdae laughed.
"Okay, and thank you."
---
"Sit still!" Baekhyun spat in annoyance, pressing down on Junmyeon's shoulder.
"Sorry, it's just the first time I'll be hearing Jongdae sing."
"I still can't believe Kyungsoo managed to get him a permanent gig here," Baekhyun said.
"Same here. Thank you again, Chanyeol," Junmyeon added, smiling at his friend.
"No worries, that's what friends with bartender boyfriends with connections are for," Chanyeol said with a wink.
The crowd cheered as Jongdae stepped up onto the stage and awkwardly placed his hands on the microphone stand.
"Hey everyone! I hope you're all having a good night. I'm Jongdae, and I'll be singing a few songs tonight. Hopefully my voice won't sound too grating ...um, but before I begin, I wanted to give a shout out. To Junmyeon, I dedicate this set to you. Thank you for everything," he said, eyes locked on Junmyeon.
Everyone clapped and Junmyeon blushed, sinking down in his seat.
"Are you guys dating or something?" Baekhyun whispered, nudging his side.
"No."
"They share the same bed. I'm pretty sure they're dating," Chanyeol cut in.
Junmyeon wished he could disappear under the table at that very moment.
---
"You did great!" Baekhyun told Jongdae, hugging him when he rejoined their group.
After Jongdae had explained everything to Junmyeon, he'd given Baekhyun and Chanyeol a basic run-down, leaving out the important details. Both had apologized to Jongdae and seemed to be making a solid effort to include him as much as possible. Junmyeon appreciated it.
"Did you like it?" Jongdae asked him.
"Y-yeah, you were good," Junmyeon stuttered.
"Just good?" he whispered, leaning in closer.
"Great?"
"I already used that," Baekhyun said.
"You were everything I expected and more," Junmyeon said, looking up for confirmation.
What he didn't expect was for Jongdae to press his mouth against his, kissing him in front of everyone.
A few people whistled while others shouted, and Junmyeon squeaked, pushing Jongdae away.
"Let's go home," Jongdae said, nibbling on his ear.
"Yeah, let's go back home," Junmyeon agreed.
pairing: chen/suho
genre: smut, angst, romance
rating: nc-17
word count: 3670
summary: Junmyeon's one night stand sticks around the morning after, stretching their arrangement out for two, three, even four nights. It reaches the point where Junmyeon wonders if he should give him keys to the apartment or a restraining order. ( fill for exopromptmeme)
Junmyeon peered around the dark, crowded bar in wonder. He wasn't one to enter places that appeared to barely be holding up, but his coworkers had insisted they needed a break. And, what better way to kick back and relax then at some jazz bar at the outskirts of town filled with people almost a whole decade younger than them. He frowned at the thought.
"Stop it, you'll get even more wrinkles than you already have," scolded his coworker, Baekhyun.
Junmyeon touched the corner of his mouth self-consciously.
Baekhyun took his wrist, leading him over to a table at the back before he let him go. He made a show of slipping off his blazer and draping it over his seat before he sat down and rolled up his sleeves.
"First round is on Chanyeol!" he shouted with a cackle.
Chanyeol groaned but didn't argue, standing up and heading to the bar to place an order for their group.
"I'll go help him," Junmyeon said.
He followed after Chanyeol, finding him leaning over the bar chatting up the handsome bartender. Junmyeon stood on the sidelines, deciding to wait for the bartender to go before he approached Chanyeol.
Junmyeon rubbed his arms nervously, observing the packed bar. Everyone seemed to be too absorbed in their drinks or conversation to notice him. He felt left out, seeing all of the patrons in their own worlds, not even sparing him a glance.
A small stage was located across the bar, and he could see two employees setting up the microphone stand. He had to admit the musical aspect of the place interested him, and he looked forward to seeing the performances later on in the night. Junmyeon turned back to the bar, watching as Chanyeol and the bartender continued to talk amongst themselves. He rolled his eyes, planning on heading back to the table so Chanyeol would be stuck carrying back twenty drinks on his own, until he noticed someone.
Unlike everyone else who seemed to ignore everything going around them, this person appeared to be stuck on the outside, searching for an opening. He buzzed around the bar, never sitting and instead, beaming at anyone and everyone. He walked around happily, not seeming to mind that no one gave him a second glance, except for Junmyeon.
He studied the stranger, until he looked up and locked eyes with him. Junmyeon sucked in a breath, unable to look away from the man. His eyes held so much emotion, the complete opposite of the bright smile he showed off.
Junmyeon wasn't sure who moved first, but soon enough, he and the man were right next to each other. Junmyeon could tell the man had been good-looking from afar, but seeing him up-close just cemented it for him. From the man's long eyelashes, sharp jawline and pretty lips, Junmyeon couldn't look away.
"Are you just going to stare at me all night, or are you going to buy me a drink?" the stranger said, brow raised.
"O-oh, um, sure! Is there anything in particular you wanted?" Junmyeon asked, eyes focused on the wall behind them.
"Just something strong," he replied.
Junmyeon nodded, pushing through the crowd and finding Chanyeol accepting a tray of drinks from the bartender.
"Hey, Junmyeon! Could you help me carry these back?" he asked with a grin.
"Sure," Junmyeon said, plucking two drinks off of the tray and turning back to where the stranger had been.
He ignored Chanyeol's shouts, weaving past bodies and finally escaping the crowd. He found the stranger, and silently gave him one of the glasses.
"Thanks," he said, throwing back the liquid easily.
"I'm Junmyeon."
"Jongdae," he answered with a smile, eyes fixed on Junmyeon's glass.
He silently passed it over, eyes transfixed on Jongdae's Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped the drink down.
---
Junmyeon hadn't even been able to say goodbye to his coworkers before Jongdae dragged him out of the bar not that long after. Jongdae hailed a cab, shoving him inside before slipping in himself.
"Your place is fine, right?" he confirmed, glassy eyes glued on Junmyeon's lips.
Junmyeon swallowed, telling the driver the directions to his apartment as Jongdae pressed against his side. He hadn't expected the night to end like this, and he probably wouldn't hear the end of this tomorrow at work.
Oh well.
---
Jongdae remained pressed to his side even after they had exited the cab and entered the building. He hadn't touched Junmyeon inappropriately yet, but he suspected that to change once they were behind closed doors.
They left the elevator, and Junmyeon led them to his apartment. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door. Just as he'd thought, Jongdae wasted no time, shoving him against the nearest wall and clumsily pressing his lips against Junmyeon's.
He whimpered, awkwardly placing his hands on Jongdae's hips and allowing him to lead. Jongdae didn't appear to mind, kissing Junmyeon while his hands worked to untuck his shirt and pop open the buttons. Junmyeon shivered as Jongdae stroked his hands down his chest, fingernails lightly scratching over his abs.
"Bedroom?" Jongdae questioned, mouth moving to Junmyeon's jaw.
"This way," he choked out, stumbling over to the hallway and opening the first door.
Jongdae pushed him so he fell back on the bed, climbing on top of him with his knees on either side of Junmyeon's hips.
"You don't have a wife? Kids?" he wondered, yanking off his simple white t-shirt and unbuttoning his jeans.
"N-no," Junmyeon answered breathlessly, watching Jongdae's fingers easily working open his slacks and pulling them down his legs.
"Good."
Junmyeon moaned as Jongdae moved down his body, trailing little kisses over his chest and stomach before stopping at his cock.
He licked a stripe up the side of his cock teasingly, parting his lips and wrapping them around the head. Junmyeon grabbed a fistful of Jongdae's hair, forcing him to take more. He relaxed his throat, allowing Junmyeon to set the pace and fuck his mouth.
Junmyeon moved Jongdae's head back and forth, biting his lip to hold back making too much noise.
He slowly removed him off of his cock, laying back as Jongdae seated himself back on Junmyeon's lap.
Junmyeon stretched his arm towards the nightstand, taking out a condom and his full bottle of lube.
Jongdae took both gratefully, tearing open the condom packet and rolling it over Junmyeon's hard cock. He poured some lube onto his hand and stroked Junmyeon's cock before aligning it with his entrance and sitting down.
He leaned back on his haunches, balancing his hands on the bed as he rolled his hips quickly.
Junmyeon grabbed his hips, thrusting up into Jongdae's warmth.
"You feel so good," he told him, planting his feet on the bed and increasing his speed.
Jongdae gasped, falling forward onto Junmyeon's body as he kept thrusting.
"Right there," he breathed into Junmyeon's ear, letting him take over.
Junmyeon tightened his grip on Jongdae's hips, flipping him over onto the bed and positioning himself between his legs.
He pushed his cock back in, and Jongdae dug the heels of his feet into Junmyeon's ass cheeks, forcing their bodies closer together.
"I'm close," he moaned, moving his hand to his cock and stroking himself as Junmyeon continued to thrust into him.
Junmyeon grunted, pressing his head into Jongdae's shoulder and sucking on the skin there.
He came with a quiet gasp, slipping out of Jongdae and taking off the condom. Jongdae cried out, cumming over his hand soon after. Junmyeon stared, filing the image in his head for the nights he wouldn't be as lucky. With that thought, he stood up and moved to the washroom, grabbing a towel before returning to the bedroom.
Jongdae lay there silently, looking at the ceiling. Junmyeon awkwardly joined him on the bed, using the towel to clean up Jongdae's stomach. He grabbed his wrist, gently wiping the cum off of his fingers as well before tossing the towel somewhere on the floor and pulling the blanket over their naked bodies.
"Thanks," Jongdae said, turning to face Junmyeon.
"You're welcome."
"So, do you visit that bar often?" Junmyeon questioned, once the silence had become too much.
"Yeah."
"Have you ever performed there? You have a great voice," Junmyeon complimented.
"Nope," he answered, snuggling up against Junmyeon's side and closing his eyes.
Junmyeon chuckled softly, taking the hint and turning off the lamp beside him.
"Night," he said, lightly stroking Jongdae's hair.
---
Junmyeon woke up to a room filled with bright sunlight and an empty bed.
Of course, last night had been a one time thing, and Jongdae had probably left as soon as he'd awoken. Junmyeon did feel slightly disappointed, but he was also grateful that he'd get to skip the awkward morning farewells. He checked the clock on his nightstand, seeing that it was six in the morning and he had to get up and get ready for work.
He stumbled out of his room, freezing in the hallway once he heard a voice.
Slowly, he shuffled over towards the kitchen where he was certain the voice had come from.
He peeked around the entrance, eyes bulging once he saw Jongdae wearing his shirt from last night, along with his never used World's #1 Chef apron, making breakfast.
Junmyeon blinked, unsure how to proceed from here.
"I can see you hiding and making weird faces," Jongdae said, eyes focused on the stove.
Junmyeon laughed nervously, entering the kitchen but keeping his distance as Jongdae put scrambled eggs on two plates.
"Sorry, I just thought you'd left already so seeing you in the kitchen surprised me."
"You can't get rid of me that easily," Jongdae assured, carrying their breakfast out of the kitchen.
Junmyeon followed after him, eyes widening when he saw that Jongdae had nothing on under the shirt. It would only take one wrong move to expose him fully.
"Do you have work today?" Jongdae asked, taking a seat at the dining table.
He hummed, confused as to why Jongdae was so comfortable in his house.
"Yeah. I'm going to shower and leave in a while. We can go together," he said, looking everywhere but at Jongdae.
Jongdae suddenly placed his cutlery down, standing up and approaching Junmyeon.
"Why don't we have one last round then?" he offered, fingers slipping past the band of Junmyeon's boxers.
"I-I'm already late enough as it is," Junmyeon choked out, as Jongdae wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it.
Jongdae kissed Junmyeon sweetly, playing with the hair on his nape. He hand worked his cock quickly but stopped once Junmyeon was close to orgasming. He grabbed Junmyeon's hand and moved him in front of the dining table, before he sat down on top of it and wrapped his legs around Junmyeon's waist.
Junmyeon didn't fight it, deciding that he'd worry about being late after. Plus, he couldn't deny that he hadn't gotten his fill of Jongdae yet.
"I should get the lube from the room at least."
"It's fine," Jongdae said, digging his hand around the pocket of the apron and pulling out the bottle from last night.
Junmyeon laughed loudly, slicking up Jongdae's inner thighs and grinning at him.
"Okay?" Junmyeon asked, fitting his cock between his thighs and placing Jongdae's legs over his shoulders.
"Yeah," he answered with a moan, hand already furiously working over his arousal.
Junmyeon nodded, sloppily fucking Jongdae's thighs. Jongdae moaned loudly, tightly pressing his legs together. The warmth and plushness of Jongdae's thighs, along with the sounds he made, caused Junmyeon to cum easily, spilling all over Jongdae's legs.
Jongdae let out a breath, collapsing on the table as Junmyeon checked the wall clock.
"It's eight o'clock already?" he said to himself in shock, hurriedly running to the washroom to make himself look presentable.
---
Junmyeon, all ready to go, returned to the living room, seeing Jongdae still laying on the table. He didn't know how to tell him he had to leave, and he didn't have enough time to wait for him to get dressed and cleaned up.
"I'll be going," Junmyeon said, waving as he opened the door and left
He hoped Jongdae wouldn't rob him silly.
---
"So you just left? With a stranger in your house?" Baekhyun asked incredulously.
"Yeah. I tried to tell him that he needed to go, but he just offered himself to me and I couldn't say no."
Baekhyun scrunched up his nose in disgust as Chanyeol laughed.
"He's just bitter because he went home alone last night, don't worry," he told Junmyeon.
"You should have asked him to go," Baekhyun said, ignoring Chanyeol.
"It was hard! He made us breakfast and I didn't want to just throw him out so easily," Junmyeon said.
"What's hard about telling a stranger to get the hell out of your house? Was the sex that great?" Baekhyun wondered.
Junmyeon's face reddened in reply.
"Whatever, if he's still there when you get home tonight, call the police on his ass," Baekhyun finished, exiting the staff room.
---
Junmyeon cautiously opened his apartment door, letting out a breath once he saw that the lights were off and the place seemed empty. He quietly slipped off his shoes and walked to his bedroom, turning on the light as he entered.
"Welcome back," Jongdae said, sitting up sleepily and shooting him a big smile.
Junmyeon screamed.
"I thought you left!"
Jongdae didn't answer, slipping off the sheets and revealing his naked body to Junmyeon.
"I was waiting for you," he said, standing up and dragging Junmyeon onto the bed.
---
"Hey Junmyeon, are we still on for take-out and movies tonight?" Chanyeol asked from his cubicle entrance.
"Sorry, the apartment's a complete mess. I need to do some cleaning before letting anyone in."
"The mess never stopped you before," Chanyeol accused with a pout.
"It's really, really, really bad this time," Junmyeon said, eyes focused on his computer.
"Alright then," he said, walking away.
---
"Welcome home," Jongdae greeted him when he entered the apartment.
"Wow," Junmyeon said, staring at the spotless living room in wonder.
"You can finally see your floors," Jongdae joked.
"You didn't have to."
"I wanted to," Jongdae said, grabbing his arm. "C'mon, there's a bath ready for you and I made dinner. Let's get you out of this stuffy suit."
---
It'd officially been a week since Jongdae began staying at his apartment, and Junmyeon had to admit his presence made things a lot easier. The place was always clean, Junmyeon got to eat home-cooked meals instead of take out and he got sex on the regular.
However, he did wonder why Jongdae stayed. Didn't he have his own home to go back to? Friends? Family?
Not to mention, it'd been a week since Jongdae had been outside. Junmyeon felt bad, wondering how the man hadn't gone insane yet, spending his days cooking, cleaning and only interacting with him.
"Jongdae," Junmyeon called out, exiting the bedroom and finding him spread across the couch, blankly watching the television.
"Hm?"
"Want to go out today? I don't have work and I thought we could go walk around, get some fresh air."
"Sure," said Jongdae, standing up and heading to the shoe rack.
Junmyeon noticed that Jongdae wore his clothes without asking. He also used his shampoo and soap and Junmyeon hated to admit how warm he felt when he smelt himself on Jongdae as they-
"Are you coming?"
"Y-yeah," Junmyeon stammered.
---
"The weather's great today," Junmyeon said with a grin, tipping his head back and bathing in the sunlight.
"I thought you'd be allergic to the sun with how pale you are," Jongdae said, smirking.
"You're the one avoiding leaving my apartment," he replied, watching curiously as Jongdae's face froze.
Jongdae looked away and Junmyeon sighed, unsure what to say now. He knew the situation was ridiculous, but he had no clue how to talk to Jongdae and get him out of his home.
"Can we go back?" Jongdae asked, holding his hand.
"Okay," Junmyeon agreed, squeezing Jongdae's hand back.
---
"Is this the freeloader?" a voice called out, as they exited the elevator.
"Baekhyun? Chanyeol?" Junmyeon questioned in confusion, seeing his two friends standing by his door.
"We knew you'd been avoiding us because of this guy, so we came to help you out," Chanyeol explained.
Jongdae's eyes widened, and he looked at Junmyeon before pulling his hand free and running to the elevator.
"Wait! Jongdae!" Junmyeon yelled, but the elevator doors shut and he was gone.
"I told you it'd be easy to get rid of him," Baekhyun said.
---
Jongdae never returned after that day. Junmyeon had no clue how to contact him, hell, he didn't even know the man's last name.
"Junmyeon, are you coming out with us tonight?" Chanyeol asked when he entered the staff room for his fifth coffee of the day.
"Where?" he asked, grabbing a cup.
"That bar we went to almost two weeks ago."
Junmyeon choked on his coffee, hurriedly slapping his chest as he coughed to clear his throat.
"Is that a no?"
"I-I-I'll come," Junmyeon gasped out.
"That's great! We've all been worried about you since you've been so down lately."
"Yeah, sorry about that. I'm just stressed."
"If you say so," Chanyeol said.
---
Entering the jazz bar once again, Junmyeon couldn't shake how nervous he felt. Jongdae had told him he visited this place regularly, so maybe he'd find him tonight and apologize for how things had ended the last time they'd seen each other. It was the right thing to do.
"I'm going to go say hi to Kyungsoo," Chanyeol said, leaving their group as soon as they sat down.
"Who?"
"His bartender boyfriend," Baekhyun said with a grimace.
"I just need to use the washroom really quick," Junmyeon said, standing up and heading to the bar.
He stood as tall as he could, looking over heads for Jongdae. He stumbled over to the spot they'd met two weeks ago, making a sound of triumph once he spotted Jongdae leaning against a wall, dressed in the clothes Junmyeon had seen him in last.
He quietly walked over and tapped Jongdae's shoulder, smiling in greeting.
"Can we talk outside?"
Jongdae agreed.
---
"Why did you leave last time?" Junmyeon began quietly, leaning against the wall by the bar's entrance.
"I overstayed my visit."
"Where are you staying now? Do you have your own place?"
"I stay with whoever takes me home at night, for however long they want to use me for," he said dully.
Junmyeon gulped, hating that his suspicions had been correct.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, realizing that Jongdae had slept with him out of necessity.
"Don't worry about it, it's not your fault."
"How about your family?"
"I'm on my own," Jongdae said with a shrug.
Junmyeon stared out into the darkness, chewing on his lip. Jongdae seemed like an amazing person, and he hated to see him so down and beaten.
"How about ... if I offered you my couch, just until you could get back up on your feet?" Junmyeon offered, peeking up at Jongdae through his fringe.
"What would I have to do?"
"Nothing! Nothing at all," he shouted with a blush.
Jongdae laughed.
"Okay, and thank you."
---
"Sit still!" Baekhyun spat in annoyance, pressing down on Junmyeon's shoulder.
"Sorry, it's just the first time I'll be hearing Jongdae sing."
"I still can't believe Kyungsoo managed to get him a permanent gig here," Baekhyun said.
"Same here. Thank you again, Chanyeol," Junmyeon added, smiling at his friend.
"No worries, that's what friends with bartender boyfriends with connections are for," Chanyeol said with a wink.
The crowd cheered as Jongdae stepped up onto the stage and awkwardly placed his hands on the microphone stand.
"Hey everyone! I hope you're all having a good night. I'm Jongdae, and I'll be singing a few songs tonight. Hopefully my voice won't sound too grating ...um, but before I begin, I wanted to give a shout out. To Junmyeon, I dedicate this set to you. Thank you for everything," he said, eyes locked on Junmyeon.
Everyone clapped and Junmyeon blushed, sinking down in his seat.
"Are you guys dating or something?" Baekhyun whispered, nudging his side.
"No."
"They share the same bed. I'm pretty sure they're dating," Chanyeol cut in.
Junmyeon wished he could disappear under the table at that very moment.
---
"You did great!" Baekhyun told Jongdae, hugging him when he rejoined their group.
After Jongdae had explained everything to Junmyeon, he'd given Baekhyun and Chanyeol a basic run-down, leaving out the important details. Both had apologized to Jongdae and seemed to be making a solid effort to include him as much as possible. Junmyeon appreciated it.
"Did you like it?" Jongdae asked him.
"Y-yeah, you were good," Junmyeon stuttered.
"Just good?" he whispered, leaning in closer.
"Great?"
"I already used that," Baekhyun said.
"You were everything I expected and more," Junmyeon said, looking up for confirmation.
What he didn't expect was for Jongdae to press his mouth against his, kissing him in front of everyone.
A few people whistled while others shouted, and Junmyeon squeaked, pushing Jongdae away.
"Let's go home," Jongdae said, nibbling on his ear.
"Yeah, let's go back home," Junmyeon agreed.