Fic: Dirty Little Secret
Title: Dirty Little Secret ((leaving this up as a standalone fic))
Pairing: Sehun/Suho
Word Count: 7,300+ (83k overall)
Rating: NC-17 (R overall)
Summary: Sehun's date with 'Sugar Daddy' and the following night. Also Sehun finds out that Jongin's been skipping out on his shifts at the bar and giving them to Baekhyun.
Note: for the sake of fic, Joonmyun in this is significantly older - around 27/28 - so if age difference isn't your thing, I guess this is a warning for that. Not going to trigger warn for anything else, so pls read at your own discretion!
dirty little secret
Joonmyun doesn’t ever remember having to try this hard to keep his composure. Not in the copious amounts of meetings and high level enquiries, not once during any of his past interviews, or even quarterly reviews. None of that compares to the nerve shattering wait for Sehun to arrive at the restaurant, for their date.
He’s just about to order a stiff drink to quell the shakes, when he spots him making his way through with one of the hosts. The boy stands out like a sore fucking thumb in this place, but just the sight of him is oddly relaxing. Tall and lean, head a delightful mess of bleached blonde hair with random shocks of bright color hidden in the layers. He’s wearing one of those loose cotton tops he seems to be favoring lately, the ones that look like someone cut the sleeves off of a ratty thrift shop tee.
The boy looks damn good regardless, even if he looks fresh off the pages of a skating mag and doesn’t quite blend with the rest of the black and grey conservative crowd. The minute he sees Joonmyun sitting and waiting for him he grins, and Joonmyun helplessly smiles in return.
The host hands Sehun a menu and then scuttles away, but Sehun doesn’t even look at it. He’s still grinning at Joonmyun. His cheeks and the tip of his nose are flushed pink, he must have been out in the sun today. Joonmyun lets his eyes wander to the bites of chest and arms that are exposed by his tshirt, and then notices more sunkissed supple skin. Joonmyun licks his lips absently, but by the flicker in Sehun’s eye, the action doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Good to see you,” he chokes out after clearing his throat.
“Mm, you too,” Sehun mumbles, glancing around the restaurant before his eyes land back onto Joonmyun. “You didn’t tell me we’d be eating at the most expensive restaurant in town.”
Joonmyun’s chest flutters with nerves at the way Sehun arches an irritable eyebrow at him, but it’s washed away because it’s so obviously forced. Sehun’s still smiling.
“Surprise,” he adds with a small, innocent shrug.
Sehun just smirks and then looks down at the menu. He seems to be taken by a lot of things, overwhelmed without actually being overwhelmed, just absorbing everything around him. The etched crystal glasses, the fold of the napkins, the mini chandeliers on the ceiling, the elegant paisley carpet.
It’s so blatantly different, puts him so far out of his element, Joonmyun is kind of getting a kick out of it, if he’s honest. He’s not one to laugh or make fun, not at this point. His eyes are absolutely fucking glued to the boy, no matter where it is he’s looking, and Joonmyun cringes at himself because of how much he feels like a creep for doing it.
Sehun seems to catch him staring, and that impish smirk returns. He looks like he’s about to say something to Joonmyun, maybe tease him for being caught practically gaping. He’s interrupted before he gets the chance, though, by their waitress approaching and introducing herself.
Sehun’s attention shifts, and he grins up devilishly to the waitress. He snatches the wine list from the center of the table and opens it for her.
“Which wine would you suggest?” he drawls, playing with the ridiculous silk tassel attached to the list.
Joonmyun gapes and grips his thighs beneath the table because jesus the kid’s not even old enough to drink yet. He’s about to say something, but how do you salvage this? ”I’m sorry my jailbait boytoy gets a kick out of making me sick with nerves so please ignore his request for alcohol lest you get arrested for serving it to him”. Joonmyun can’t say that, so he chews on the inside of his lip while he watches, wincing inwardly when the waitress recommends (of course) the most expensive bottle.
“Hm,” Sehun considers, smirking with an appreciative nod back down at the wine list. “I’ll have a sprite.”
Joonmyun exhales and deflates along with his lungs, looking with what he thinks is a scolding glare at Sehun when he puts the wine list back on the table. Sehun just keeps smirking at him though, so any intimidation tactics Joonmyun hoped to employ seem to be wasted on him. The poor waitress looks like someone just told her the sky is green.
“Sprite as well,” Joonmyun adds sharply, quick to try and revert her attention back to the present.
“Order for me,” Sehun says, closing his menu after a moment’s consideration, once the waitress has left to get their drinks.
“Hm?” Joonmyun keeps his eyes down at his own menu, trying desperately not to seem overly keen on complying with everything Sehun asks of him. “What would you like?”
Joonmyun’s gaze flickers up when he catches Sehun dipping his head, eyes narrowed, clearly trying to snatch his attention. Sehun licks his lips and then Joonmyun’s stomach clenches almost painfully when he watches the boy’s lips slowly mouth out the words 'your cock'.
Joonmyun clears his throat, damn near choking on the air that suddenly seems too thin to breathe, and glances around the restaurant, as if anyone would hear the words he didn’t speak. When he’s sure nobody caught that little display, he forces himself to casually regard his own menu once more.
“You like beef, we’ll get you the brisket entree.”
Sehun’s smirk turns into a grin, still staring at Joonmyun, which Joonmyun continues to pointedly ignore. The only thing that breaks it is when the food comes, and Sehun actually scarfs the lot of it down like he hasn’t had a decent meal in days. Joonmyun catches flashes of his ribs sticking out from the cut sleeves of his shirt, and his chest feels tight with guilt. What if he really isn’t eating? He should feed him more.
Once they’ve both finished eating Joonmyun is contemplating on whether or not coffee would be a good idea. Getting to sleep with Sehun before 1am is somewhat impossible, he’s slowly come to learn. But then they never really discussed what would happen after dinner- maybe Sehun wants to go home. He’d be okay with that, Joonmyun realizes. He’s gotten to the point now where sex is great, but he really just likes seeing him, eating with him, helping him out with his homework sometimes. There’s the tiniest curl of disappointment in his belly at the thought of not getting to spend more time with Sehun, but he ignores it. This is good, this is okay.
Joonmyun nearly jumps out of his seat, caught moping in his own thoughts, at the feel of something jamming itself between his knees, pushing his thighs apart. He glares appalled at the boy, and then jerks forward with a soft grunt, gripping the edges of the table, when he feels a foot tease and prod at his rapidly hardening cock. Sehun must have kicked his shoe off, because Joonmyun can explicitly feel the muscles in his foot shift when he squeezes his toes near the base of his dick.
Joonmyun’s grip on the table feels about ready to rip through the wood, and his glare at Sehun turns pleading. The boy is grinning at him, that subdued one sided grin where only half his mouth curves upward. He strokes Joonmyun’s clothed cock with his foot again, and Joonmyun lurches forward and then blushes fiercely when he hears Sehun laugh. That laugh he adores.
“Sehun, please,” he whispers desperately, and then Sehun’s foot drops, leaving him hard and panting and a little disoriented.
Joonmyun shifts in his seat, pausing to watch Sehun fumble with his phone before dropping the device down to his lap, and mentally wills his erection to go away. Sehun flusters Joonmyun like it’s an olympic sport. It’s like the harder he blushes, the better. Usually it’s carefully timed whispers in public places, the heat of Sehun’s breath against his ear while they’re in line for the movies or something equally mundane, telling him in explicit detail how he’s gonna fuck him later and then laughing when Joonmyun can’t seem to snap out of the lusted hazy mess in time for the waitress or cashier to take his order. This is how Sehun usually ends up choosing the movies they watch.
They end up piled into a cab after dinner, Joonmyun having opted out of driving for the sake of how ridiculously hard it is to park in the city at this time of night. Joonmyun tries to say Sehun’s address to the cabbie, but Sehun stops him with a quick squeeze to his thigh, so Joonmyun relents and directs the driver to his own house.
Sehun has this ability to give Joonmyun whiplash when it comes to showing affection. He snuggles right up to Joonmyun’s side in the back seat, resting the side of his face on Joonmyun’s shoulder. Joonmyun glances up at the driver of the cab to check if he’s looking - a force of habit now, he’s not actually worried about what the driver thinks - before stroking the boy’s hair, twisting the strands between his fingers. Sehun snuggles closer when he feels him doing it.
“How’s school?” Joonmyun mumbles, lips pressed to Sehun’s hair.
It’s small liberties like this, being given an insight to Sehun’s life- he’s starting to like this part of their time together the most.
“Hm, fine. Exams soon though.”
Joonmyun doesn’t even have to look to know he’s pouting.
“Been selling those energy drinks much?” Joonmyun goes for a topic shift, and his fingers find their way to the back of Sehun’s neck, stroking the soft undyed hair there.
“Yeah. Got a deal with a local market, they’re putting them on the shelves. Got another chain to try and shift them to tomorrow, the guy sounds interested in them though. Health food stores, they love it.”
“That’s good,” he says fondly, and then nudges Sehun’s head with his chin until he can press his lips to the boy’s forehead.
This, Joonmyun thinks, is what he’s so afraid of losing. Sehun’s just a kid, really. It’s only a matter of time until he gets bored.
When they get to Joonmyun’s house, Sehun immediately kicks off his shoes near the door and then tosses his backpack into the corner. He makes his way into Joonmyun’s large all marble counter kitchen, grabs himself a glass from the cupboard, and opens up the fridge. It’s terrifying how much watching Sehun do this sets off this burn in his stomach, this pleasing sensation that triggers because of just how easily Sehun makes himself at home here now.
Sehun leans back against the counter, glass of what looks to be the cranberry limeade, by the color of the liquid, set down at his side. He just stands and openly appraises Joonmyun like this, looks him up and down like the dinner he just ate didn’t quite satisfy his hunger.
He looks good in his house, Joonmyun thinks. Relaxed and lean and languid, spread across the harsh modern lines of cut marble and dark cherry stained cupboards, like a relief of color splashed across a palette of neutrals. The shorts he’s wearing are too loose so they hang low on his hips, exposing a pale stomach and sharp hipbones. Joonmyun opted out of wearing a tie to dinner tonight, but the stiff white collar of his shirt still feels suffocating on its own just looking at him like this.
“Come here,” Sehun says.
Joonmyun slowly approaches him, undoing the top two buttons of his shirt tentatively, as if he’s not sure he’s allowed, like Sehun makes the rules and this isn’t his own damn house. When he’s just within Sehun’s personal space, Sehun grabs him and turns them both around, shoving him painfully into the steel door of his industrial refrigerator.
He grunts when the handle digs into his back but it quickly turns into a whimper with the way Sehun immediately starts sucking on the skin of his neck, tugging down the collar of his shirt. They make it back to Joonmyun’s bedroom like this, somehow, with Sehun refusing to detach himself and ravishing Joonmyun’s mouth like they don’t have time to waste.
The meeting with potential investors this morning ran nearly three hours long. It drained Joonmyun of all his energy before it was even lunchtime. It's been fucking with his focus all day, but then Sehun’s hands slide under his shirt, pushing the fabric off his shoulders, and it's like he eases all the tension out of his muscles with his palms as he does it. This is what Sehun does the best, and Joonmyun doesn’t even think he’s aware of it. He’s that first gulp of air after holding your breath underwater, a cool drink on a stiflingly hot day.
The board is talking about dissection, readjusting the entire company into tiny departments that can be micromanaged, which only really means about ten times the work for Joonmyun, and an additional ten bodies to payroll. Sehun’s nimble fingers undo his trousers for him, letting them fall to pool around his ankles, and then he’s pulling him onto his bed. Ten times the work means ten times less free time. Ten times less opportunities to have this, to have Sehun.
Sehun’s eager, hungry little mouth finds its way to Joonmyun’s neck and he bites and then licks over the teeth marks. Sehun’s managed to strip them both, and now he’s behind Joonmyun, holding his waist while his chest presses to Joonmyun’s back. Joonmyun just focuses on not thinking, not about work, not about how much he’d love to take Sehun shopping, buy him clothes that fit him - maybe even hold his hand.
Sehun gets frantic now, pushing against him, digging the leaking head of his cock into Joonmyun’s back. He turns them on the bed, both of them standing on their knees, and makes it so they’re facing Joonmyun’s wall length mirror over by his armoire. Sehun stops kissing and sucking on his neck for a minute, and Joonmyun looks up to catch him staring at their reflection in the mirror. Joonmyun blushes at the sight of himself - his mouth open and wet from kisses, his cock swollen and curved, on his knees with his thighs spread apart, one arm clutching Sehun’s around his stomach, the other running down the side of Sehun’s thigh behind him.
“You look so good hyung,” Sehun mumbles, squeezing Joonmyun’s side where his arm is still wrapped around his middle.
And then the warmth of the boy is gone, and Joonmyun watches in the mirror the way he fumbles with a few pillows to find the lube hidden wherever he’d last left it. He comes back immediately when he does, wrapping himself around Joonmyun once more. He lifts Joonmyun slightly, pushing his knees further apart with his own, and then lets him settle into the mattress. They’re both still upright, and Joonmyun can’t look away from the mirror now. Sehun’s stroking his cock, frustratingly slow, and then he uses his other hand, which is covered in the cool gel, to fondle Joonmyun’s ass. Sehun slides a slick finger inside of him, and Joonmyun gasps.
“You like watching me fuck you, don’t you? That why you got a mirror in here? Like seeing how hot you get for me?” Sehun mumbles the words, all with only half confidence, burying them right into Joonmyun’s skin, his neck, his shoulders.
“Yes, god, yes.”
It’s only a partial lie. The mirror was installed before Sehun even came into the picture, and he doesn’t exactly have a thing for watching himself, but watching Sehun is nice. Hearing him lose himself like this, grunting right into his ear, feeling his hands shiver when he slips in another finger, is even better.
Sehun goes awfully quiet when the third finger slides in. His face is still buried in Joonmyun’s shoulder, but it’s like he’s concentrating. Sehun gets rough sometimes, and even a little demanding, but he’s always so conscious about not hurting him. The kid is hung like a horse, so it’s more than appreciated, but when he gets all tender and slow like this, like he cares about Joonmyun as a person and not a body, it makes Joonmyun feel like he’s falling and can’t find his feet.
“Need you,” Joonmyun groans, dropping his head, and reaching behind him to squeeze at Sehun’s thighs. “Now.”
Sehun slides his hand out from between Joonmyun’s legs, and then pushes him forward, face down against the mattress. Sehun’s body envelops him moments later, rolling the length of it down his spine so Joonmyun can feel all of him from head to toe. He teasingly rubs the head of his cock in the crease of Joonmyun’s ass, and then Sehun removes himself once he's got Joonmyun gasping for it.
Joonmyun keeps himself down against the mattress, resting the side of his face against the soft fabric of his coverlet, digging his fingers into the sheets, tightening his grip to ease the anticipatory tension of waiting to be fucked. He hears a rustle and then a soft thud, accompanied with Sehun’s breathy curse. Turning his head, he catches the corner of a black box skittering across his carpet by the edge of the bed. It’s the box of condoms they’d bought, in bulk. And it’s empty.
Sehun leans back over him then, instantly enveloping him in a sheet of hot sweaty skin. He rolls his hips, teasing Joonmyun’s ass with the tip of his cock, and makes this little pathetically frustrated noise as he leans his face right close to Joonmyun’s ear.
“We’re all out,” the boy practically whimpers, still unconsciously rolling his hips, and Joonmyun simultaneously hates and loves how disappointed he sounds.
He knows it sounds bad on paper. It sounded bad on paper before they even started this. But this is infinitely worse. Letting a college boy fuck you raw while he’s probably out fucking everything else with a hole is highly unwise. But Joonmyun doesn’t see Sehun like that, he refuses to, he can’t. Maybe this is an actual problem for him, but Sehun’s body is insistently pushing against his, and he’s so desperately ready to trust someone to care for him right, even if it’s a snap decision that's fueled by the intoxication of a young lean body pressing against his.
“Just do it anyway,” he forces out, voice hoarse. “It’s okay, just. I need you.”
Sehun whimpers again, this time less restrained, and drops his head until his nose is buried in the hair at Joonmyun’s nape.
“Are you sure? I can go out, I mean- I know I’m clean, but I can go get them, I can-”
“Sehun,” Joonmyun interrupts, forcing himself to sound somewhat in control, like he knows what he’s doing - when in reality he has no fucking idea. “I want you to.” I trust you, even if I shouldn’t.
Sehun lifts himself somewhat, so he isn’t crushing Joonmyun with his weight, and slowly slides into him. It’s like all the breath leaves Joonmyun at once, because this feels so different. Everything’s hotter and smoother and heavier, he can feel with precision the way the fat head of Sehun’s cock stretches him, pushes him open and fills him up. Sehun pushes in slowly, carefully, almost tender in his movements. When he’s buried to the root, Joonmyun’s panting, clutching at his sheets like they’ll hold him up, keep him from losing his mind somehow.
Sehun rocks his hips forwards once and lets out a long drawn out groan. He’s so impossibly deep, and Joonmyun feels this heat, this pressure in the base of his spine, like Sehun’s cock is so far inside him it’s pressing up into his back. Sehun pulls out a few inches and rocks in again, and then it’s like all the slickness of the lube shifts and it feels fucking amazing. Joonmyun pushes his hips back, desperate to feel that again, and Sehun’s hand immediately flies to the back of his neck, pinning his face down to the mattress as he starts to fuck him faster.
“You like that?” Sehun gasps out, and gets an embarrassingly drawn out groan from Joonmyun in response, “Yeah, you love it. You love my cock filling you up, taking me raw.”
He’s babbling now, pushing into Joonmyun so hard his face is probably going to have crinkled marks on it from being pressed into the sheets. Sehun’s other hand grips Joonmyun’s hips, pulling him back, fucking him harder with every thrust.
Joonmyun’s only seen him drunk a few times, but it’s a lot like this. Messy and desperate with an underlayer of not knowing what the fuck he’s doing. Joonmyun knows how good it feels without the barrier for himself, so he can’t begin to imagine what it feels like for Sehun.
Sehun surges forward suddenly with a hitched gasp, moving his hand until he’s pressed flush against Joonmyun’s body again. He’s stopped moving momentarily, catching his breath, and Joonmyun can feel the rapid flutter of the boy’s heart against his back.
“Sehun-”
“Beg for it,” he says, completely out of breath. “Beg for my cock.”
Joonmyun groans. “Please, Sehunnie, please. I need it. Need you.”
“Yeah,” Sehun says, shifting his body so that’s he’s pressing less weight on him, practically crouching over him on all fours. He puts his hand back on Joonmyun’s neck, splaying his fingers, running them up the back of his hair and causing Joonmyun’s entire body to break out in goosebumps. “I know you do.”
Sehun begins snapping his hips, fucking the breath right out of him. Joonmyun can feel their melded sweat pooling in the dips at his lower back, and his ass is almost numb with the overload of sensations. Joonmyun lifts up his feet from the bed until they touch Sehun’s back, tensing his body, tightening himself around Sehun’s cock, trying to push him closer.
Sehun shouts when he comes, and his voice cracks on it. Joonmyun’s face burns with heat at the sound of it. The boy pulls out just enough, and Joonmyun gasps as it feels like all the air’s being ripped from his lungs, and he can feel the hot spurts of come land on the tender skin around his hole.
Before he has time to catch his breath, Sehun slides back into him in one fell swoop, and then stays there. Joonmyun can feel everything - the last of his come leaking from his tip, the way his cock pulses as he finishes coming, the heat of him so deep, filling him up. Sehun pulls out and pushes back in, cursing like he’s watching himself do it, and then stops when it’s obvious he’s too sensitive.
Once he’s pulled out and Joonmyun has finally loosened his grip on the sheets, Sehun flips him over and without much warning, takes his cock right into his mouth. Joonmyun jerks upwards, running his fingers through the boy’s hair, and it’s barely seconds until he’s coming down his throat.
Sehun disappears then, and suddenly reality crowds in on him like an angry mob. The reality of what he’s just done- what he let Sehun do. Being reckless and fucking a teenage boy on the downlow is one thing, but doing it unprotected seems like it’s veering too close to some kind of death wish.
He feels this painful pinch in his chest at the thought, at how maybe he’s taking advantage of this kid, maybe Sehun doesn’t know what he wants. He suddenly feels old and dirty and wrong, and just like that he jerks at the sound of a wet plop- a dampened rag hitting his stomach.
He looks up and catches Sehun grinning at him, before he clambers to the other side of the bed, still fully nude. Joonmyun starts to wipe himself off and realizes Sehun’s used one of his custom made herringbone hand towels. You’re not really even supposed to get the stitching all that wet, but Joonmyun is too exhausted to move, so he ignores it and cleans himself off with it anyway.
Joonmyun crawls up the bed once he’s done, tossing the rag onto one of his side tables, and settles down next to Sehun. The boy is still flushed and sweating, panting slightly, and he tugs Joonmyun into him, tucked against his side. Joonmyun takes a moment to look at him from up close, and he is young, but he isn’t. It’s only a couple weeks until he turns nineteen, and Joonmyun thinks about that gift wrapped box he has, sitting in his top drawer.
It’s not like he hasn’t bought Sehun things before. He’s bought him a lot of ridiculous shit he doesn’t need, but it’s nice to see his face light up when he gets the gifts. Joonmyun puts his hand to the boy’s face, turning it so he can study him better, and oddly enough Sehun just lets him, doesn’t even seem to question it.
He’s not nervous about him liking the gift, not really. But he is nervous about it maybe not being enough to hold his interest- not anymore. Sehun nuzzles his face into Joonmyun’s hand, turning slightly and pressing a soft kiss to his palm, and Joonmyun temporarily forgets all about not feeling like he’s good enough.
They shift together under the covers, Sehun still clinging to him like he’s afraid to let go. It’s already late, and Joonmyun is beyond exhausted. Sehun just starts kissing him then, starting out soft and chaste, and then sending a flush of heat through Joonmyun’s body when he starts licking at the seam of his lips. Sehun pushes into him, kissing him harder, sucking on his tongue, and Joonmyun can feel the boy’s fully erect cock poking into his hip.
Sehun keeps licking into his mouth, making these hasty little grunting noises, breathing them right into him, and Joonmyun is so tired now. He wants to tell him to calm down, get to sleep, but then Sehun starts rolling his hips into Joonmyun’s thigh, rubbing his cock against the bare skin.
Joonmyun pulls back a bit, presses his forehead to Sehun’s, and breathes shakily against the boy’s lips.
“You want more, don’t you?”
Sehun whimpers, rolling his hips again. “Yes, fuck. It felt so good, hyung, you feel so good.”
This almost violent twitch shocks down his spine, and his face heats with want. He’s not eighteen, he can’t come again so soon, but that doesn’t mean Sehun can’t.
Joonmyun turns wordlessly onto his side, facing away from Sehun, and then wraps the boy’s arms around his waist, pushing his hips back as a sort of silent invitation. He’s still stretched and pliant, but Sehun at least has the wits about him to add more lube to his cock, make it easier on Joonmyun.
Sehun groans when he slides into him and squeezes Joonmyun’s chest, just under his arms where he’s holding him. He starts to rock his hips forward, like he’s afraid of doing more, and then just presses his open, panting mouth to the top of Joonmyun’s shoulder.
“Feels so good,” he mumbles, and he sounds sleepier now, “So fucking good, you’re so tight.”
Joonmyun hums contentedly, pushing his hips back and meets Sehun’s languid pace. It’s so easy to do this, to get lost in this. Sehun’s hot slick cock filling him up, his arms holding him tight, his breath just below his ear. He’s snapping his hips into Joonmyun after not too long, but they’ve been fucking for long enough that it doesn’t burn anymore. In fact, the sting of his ass cheeks slapping against the boy’s bony hips makes his thighs tremble almost pleasantly.
Sehun comes quieter this time, staying inside him, and Joonmyun can still feel it all. Sehun shows no signs of moving, though, just holds him against his chest like they’d been sleeping the whole time. Joonmyun pushes himself far enough away to reach the rag he’d tossed earlier, throws it behind him to Sehun, and ignores how gross he should probably be feeling and sleeps.
--
Sehun isn’t really sure when or how this all happened. When fucking turned into dating, turned into actually wanting to date. The funny thing is, Joonmyun used to annoy the shit out of him when it all started, when it had progressed passed the quick fucks and into not-so-innocent sleepovers. When he’d pick Sehun up and grill him about school; how were his grades doing, what kind of classes he took. It’s funny because now he kind of likes that he asks- it shows he cares.
But in the beginning, it was a nightmare. Trying not to fidget in his car, trying to bite down the urge to act his age and say something stupid like “Your mouth is much less obnoxious when it’s on my dick”. The thing is, there was an element of defensiveness there. When Sehun had finally opened up and told Joonmyun he was going for an engineering degree, the blatantly shocked expression on his face had hurt. Like he would have never imagined Sehun actually being smart or doing something useful.
That was the beginning, though. And it changed, quickly. Joonmyun didn’t seem anymore surprised, in fact he was actually constantly trying to help Sehun. Offering to help with his homework, or to fix up his resume. He keeps saying he can get him an internship if he needs it, they can work together on that. Sehun doesn’t really want that yet, but it’s nice, at least. Sometimes he thinks Joonmyun is more invested in his future than his own parents are, which is oddly exhilarating to think about, for reasons he can’t quite name.
Sehun gets up just in time to watch Joonmyun flitter around his room, getting ready for work. His outfit probably costs more than Sehun’s van, and by the looks of it, it’s worth every fucking penny. He stands over by the full length mirror, linking his cuffs, and Sehun leans up on his elbows to take a very indiscreet eyeful of his ass in those trousers. Perfectly round, tight little thing. Fuck, it felt so good last night, Sehun’s groin clenches just at the memory.
He catches Joonmyun smiling at him from the mirror’s reflection, still fixing his cuffs, tie loose around his neck. Sehun grins and kicks the covers off, leaping out of bed with renewed energy. He’s still completely naked, but that doesn’t stop him from pressing the length of his body against Joonmyun’s, wrapping his arms around his waist.
“Want you like this,” he mumbles, burying his nose into Joonmyun’s neck, and grinning when he feels his entire body shiver against him.
“I have work, Sehunnie,” Joonmyun says calmly, and Sehun takes the opportunity to bite down on the crook of his neck, making him gasp. “And so do you,” he adds, shoving Sehun backwards. “The energy drinks, remember?”
Shit, Sehun completely forgot. Another large market today, and then he’s meeting up with his dealer right after. Jongin’s presence on these little trips gives him the perfect out to run around the back and shift some of his slightly-less-legal gear. Sehun dips down and kisses where he’d just bit Joonmyun’s neck, a sort of silent ‘thanks for reminding me’, before searching for his clothes.
Selling the cans have been good for him. It’s expanded his horizons, broadened his contacts list, fattened it all up a bit. But then, which part of Sehun is it good for? He knows there’s about five different versions of himself he’s got running right now, all of which he’s managed to compartmentalize rather neatly.
There’s Sehun the student, Sehun the colorful kid who sells energy drinks, Sehun the shifty little shit who deals pot out of his dorm, Sehun the dancer, and then there’s this- Sehun the way he is with Joonmyun, the one that maybe doesn’t want fifty different sources of income and might like to stay here a little longer than just one night.
“Hey,” Joonmyun turns on him, all done up nice and proper, while Sehun pulls on his threadbare tshirt, barely covering skin. He brushes some stray hairs out of Sehun’s eyes for him, and it manages to calm down the frantic rush of potentially being late. “It’s Friday, so. If later tonight your dorm is too loud and you want somewhere quiet to study...” he trails off.
Sehun grins, leaning close into Joonmyun and speaking softly. “They have libraries for that, hyung.”
“I know,” Joonmyun sputters, “I just-”
Sehun stops him with a hard but chaste kiss. “I have to work tonight anyways. I’ll study tomorrow.”
“Okay,” Joonmyun says, in lieu of asking.
Sehun hasn’t told him what his other job is, working at Sova Bar. He knows he dances, but he’s not sure he’d be all that cool with Sehun prancing around in essentially nothing but hotpants and boots. He sometimes thinks about him finding out about his main source of income, the weed, and then it suddenly feels like he’s hiding practically half of his life from him. Shit, Jongin doesn’t even know about the pot, and Jongin knows everything.
Now is not the time though, and Jongin is probably already going to be pissed for being put off once, so he finishes getting ready for the day.
Later that night when Sehun makes his way into Sova, everything feels a little lighter. It’s like every little piece of his life has to come together to get this way, like tying the ends of a frayed rope and seeing how strong it still is, how much weight it can bear.
They’d pushed the cans, and Jongin provided the perfect distraction for him to run round the back and drop off a few bags. There’s money in his pocket, about to be even more added from tonight’s tips, and to top it all off, there’s that lingering warmth of having a regular and much needed fuck.
Jongin says Joonmyun is his boyfriend. But then Jongin has never met him, and also calls him his ‘sugar daddy’, so Sehun isn’t sure how valid his opinion is. But he seems to always scratch that one particular itch, at least enough that Sehun doesn’t even have to go looking for someone to get off with. Or at least whenever he does, his first instinct is to call Joonmyun. The weird part is, he’s starting to want to call him outside of that, too. It’s nice to talk to someone who is genuinely interested in how your day went, especially someone that isn’t hung up on a certain tall asshole creep.
He walks through Sova, and the bar’s all done up. Jongin said he had to get home to shower, and he’d catch him later, so he’s expecting to be on shift with him. The way the bar is set out is that there’s a dance floor at the far end of the room, lit up from the ground by LED strips and then a few directional ceiling lights.
If you follow the one wall from the dance floor it leads to a slightly raised split leveled section with small rounded tables and no chairs, all tall enough to stand at. On the opposite side of that wall is the actual bar, typical rectangular shape, and up on the ceiling right above is a long steel pole that runs the length of it. At either end of the bar itself are small podiums for the dancers, just raised black boxes, essentially. They’re close enough that you can actually step up onto the bar once you’re there, which is a good way of pulling in extra tips, and it’s partly why they installed the ceiling pole to begin with - gives them something to hang from, or hold onto.
Sehun is exceptionally good at pulling in tips, as inflated as his ego can be, but he actually knows this to be true. Both Baekhyun and Jongin have mastered their performance faces, smirks or lip biting that say ‘I can take as hard as you can give’. Sehun, though, has perfected the art of impassive innocence - he still looks breakable and possibly a little timid, despite his body saying otherwise. Baekhyun even has a picture of Sehun on his phone - he’s standing in the back room, tight little shorts literally bursting at the seams with bills, and he’s holding both thumbs up with a stupid grin.
Making his way into the back room, Sehun falters slightly when he sees Baekhyun lacing up his massive black leather combat boots, in a tight little pair of white shorts. He’s leaning over, back facing Sehun, so Sehun sees the small feathered angel wings strapped to his back, elastic wrapped around his shoulders.
“Thought it was Jongin’s shift tonight,” Sehun tries not to snort when his voice clearly startles Baekhyun.
“Jesus, saying hello first would be nice, you know- announcing your presence to the room,” Baekhyun snaps. “And Jongin switched with me, didn’t feel like doing Roll Call tonight or something.”
Roll Call is the bar’s term for last hour. It’s when the music shifts and the lights go nuts, and then up go the boys onto the podiums. It’s where they make the most money, usually, and Jongin almost always has first dibs on weekend shifts.
It’s a little bit frustrating, because it’s usually Jongin that does Roll Call with him. Baekhyun is sort of a new addition to their little group. He’s half the reason the pole above the bar got installed, he needed more room when he forced himself upon the duo.
Sehun shrugs and begins to strip down, watching with mild disinterest at the way Baekhyun dusts this shimmering powder across his hipbones and down the center of his stomach. Baekhyun doesn’t say where Jongin goes, because they both know fine well what he’s doing. What bothers Sehun is how blatantly Baekhyun ignores it.
“When are you gonna tell Jongin what Chanyeol did?”
Baekhyun freezes and his face immediately hardens. He doesn’t look at Sehun, either by turning or in the reflection of the mirror, but Sehun still feels the frigid turn of the atmosphere in the room.
“That’s none of your fucking business,” Baekhyun says emotionlessly.
And it isn’t, really, but Sehun hates not being in the loop with these things. He hates it even more because Jongin is out of the loop too, technically, but he always claims he’s not interested. All Sehun has to go on are rumors, and the rumors themselves aren’t good. On one hand he feels bad for pushing, but on the other he doesn’t - he cares about Jongin, he’s his best friend. He doesn’t want Chanyeol to get drunk and then- but maybe that’s why Jongin never brings him to the bar. Sehun already told Jongin that if Chanyeol hurts him, he will kill him.
Jongin just laughed.
“Trying to play innocent for your Canadian jock?” Sehun asks, flicking Baekhyun’s pathetic little wings, trying to lighten the mood.
Baekhyun grins then, and Sehun breathes out relief. Baekhyun is always so playful and obnoxious that it gets a little intense to see him legitimately angry. He pulls up his posture, straightening his back, and wiggles his ass enough to get the wings to flutter. They are an absolute mockery of angelic innocence and purity, and Sehun wants his own pair.
“Possibly,” Baekhyun says, still grinning, “He’s been coming here more often. Thought I’d up my game, try and catch as many shifts as I can, at least.”
“Whore,” Sehun says affectionately, and Baekhyun turns and slaps him on the arm.
“Whore-hyung to you, brat.”
Sehun has these little black shorts on, with a corset laced ‘V’ in the back that he doesn’t bother to tighten, as if the lacing is anything but purely aesthetic. Baekhyun throws his powder puff at him, dusting his chest in gold, and Sehun smears it beneath his collar bones. Sehun tosses it back and it almost turns into an all out cosmetic brawl, but then Baekhyun yelps “surrender!” and they both stop to catch their breath. Sehun’s kinda glad Baekhyun’s closer to them now. And it’s not just because he’s old enough to buy them alcohol either.
“You should trust Jongin,” Baekhyun blurts, in an oddly misplaced moment of seriousness. “I’m sure he knows what he’s doing, he’s a big boy.”
“It’s not Jongin I don’t trust,” Sehun mumbles, and then hisses when Baekhyun’s tapered fingers pinch at his cheek.
“Look at you with your grown-up emotions. Sugar Daddy’s rubbing off on you, I see.”
Sehun grins, “And that’s only foreplay.”
“Nope,” Baekhyun holds a hand up, and he marches right out the door to the bar. Behind him echoes a “-don’t wanna know.”
By the end of the night, Sehun’s wallet is so stuffed he can’t even close it, choosing to shove the stray bills into his backpack instead. He flips through his phone, intending to text Jongin about how much he made to make him jealous, and bites down a shy smile when he sees an unopened text from Joonmyun. Took him two fucking weeks to teach him how to text, and somehow it’s oddly endearing everytime he does it.
-You left your text book at my house. Can we meet for coffee after your shift? I will bring it to you.
Sehun has been strategically avoiding telling Joonmyun where he works. He knows he doubles as a bartender and a dancer. And in a way, he kind of likes how secret their relationship has been, how he can keep Joonmyun separate from the other threads of his life - uni, dealing, dancing.
Two months ago this would’ve been a panic worthy red flag - a type of intimacy Sehun would shy away from - but now he’s more worried about Joonmyun fucking up his sleep schedule just to give him his text book than anything else.
But tomorrow’s Saturday. Well technically, it’s almost Saturday now. And Joonmyun’s bed is a hell of a lot more comfortable than his own. Sehun makes the decision so suddenly, he almost feels the need to seal it with a triumphant snap.
-yes on the coffee. but leave the book there... :)
an- this is soooooooooo much longer than it needs to be but i didnt feel like splitting it in half sry sry. next week will be shorter and back to kaiyeol. ps ily all <3