Capital Trouble [1/2]
Title: Capital Trouble
Pairing: chanyeol/kai
Genre: au, tattooed!chanyeol?
Rating: NC-17
Length: 8,4k words
Summary: Thank god for Park Chanyeol and his glorious tattooed body.
A/U: I saw this and this happened. I started this fanfic 2 months ago and I just can't believe it's finally done. Huge thanks to kojafras because I don't think I could have finished this without her. And to eunteuks because I can hardly do anything without her. This is unbeta-ed.
capitaltrouble
Jongin's been feeling this weird thing lately. It's kind of trouble sleeping, only worse. He lays on his back facing the ceiling, blinking slowly as if doing so would make his eyelids weight down and slumber to finally take over him. However, the images in his head are seemingly dominant over his need to rest.
It's all Park Chanyeol's fault. Not that Jongin damns him for taking his sleep away - thank god for Park Chanyeol and his glorious tattooed body. Thank god for Jongin's cousin Kyungsoo, who brought Park Chanyeol in. Jongin never thought he would be one for the hardcore types like Chanyeol, who dig holding unlit cigarettes between their teeth and winking effortlessly. Jongin’s pretty sure Chanyeol didn’t intend to seduce him with his winking and cigarette biting. It’s just something that would eventually happen amid Chanyeol constantly visiting their home, albeit his mom is not fond of it.
Jongin’s mother doesn’t like Chanyeol very much. Apparently, he delivers this endangering aura. Kyungsoo only shrugged and alleged Chanyeol to be harmless.
“He’s got a lot of tattoos, that’s all”
“What about that thing in his ear?” Jongin’s mom would ask, filling Kyungsoo’s glass with milk.
“It’s not like it’s going to jump on you, auntie. It’s just an ear gauge”
Which is hot, in Jongin’s unnecessarily honest opinion. Everything about Park Chanyeol is hot. He definitely looks hot playing his guitar. Absurdly hot leaning against the kitchen sink, arms crossed on his chest and this flashing sign above his head that reads trouble. In capital letters.
“You know that guys like you are ran over by guys like him, right?” Sehun tells him one afternoon while they’re sitting on the grass outside where they can see Kyungsoo, Chanyeol and a few of their other dangerous-inclined nameless friends washing Chanyeol’s car. It’s a 1977 Mercury Comet, seemingly deserving of the group’s whole attention. They wash and polish the car as if it’s made of human flesh.
Jongin’s heard Sehun’s remark, but he chooses not to make a big deal out of the matter, only shrugging in nonchalance. “I don’t mind him running over me”
Sehun snorts “Please Jongin, you should stop nurturing such-”
Whatever his friend says next goes unheard by Jongin as Chanyeol lifts his arms to remove his Black Flag t-shirt, revealing a pale naked torso. It’s just as Jongin has imagined - covered with tattoos. Dead on.
Something painful happens to him at the back of his neck and Jongin realizes Sehun just punched him.
-
The first time he talks to Park Chanyeol is rather normal. The dude is sitting on the couch waiting for Kyungsoo, as usual. Jongin overheard to his cousin talking on the phone earlier and apparently, something about an underground gaming club was said. No certainties.
Jongin surrounds the living room as if there’s nothing interesting there, occasionally peeking at the guy sitting with his legs crossed. Today Chanyeol wears a white long-sleeved t-shirt and unfortunately, the majority of his tattoos are covered. Jongin can still see the carp on the neck and the scorpion on his nape.
It’s amazingly weird how someone he barely knows is capable of holding such effect on him.
“Jongin,” someone suddenly calls - not someone, Park Chanyeol. Jongin falters at the mention of his name; astonished by the fact the taller guy knows it.
He walks with uncertain steps towards Chanyeol, trying not to look as shocked as he is. “Me?”
“That’s your name right?” Chanyeol asks. Jongin nods. “What are you doing sneaking around?”
Jongin could lie. It wouldn’t be hard to do so, but Kim Jongin wouldn’t lie to avoid an embarrassing moment, no, he would gladly welcome the embarrassing moment and ask it to stay forever.
“I was trying to talk to you” just like this.
It appears like heavenly - or devilish - creatures are on his side, for Kyungsoo walks in right when Chanyeol stretches his mouth in a smirk and eyes Jongin from head to toe.
“Let’s go,” Kyungsoo says, looking from his cousin and his friend. “Chanyeol. Let’s go”
“Yeah,” Chanyeol chuckles and stands up, arching an eyebrow at Jongin. “See you around”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, merely smiles and spins on his heels, following Kyungsoo’s steps and slipping through the front door.
-
The first time Jongin hooks up with Park Chanyeol happens quite unexpectedly. Well, not that unexpectedly, considering he did follow Kyungsoo to the club ignoring all of Sehun’s whiney protests of this is a terrible idea.
Chanyeol is there, sitting on a purple leather lounge chaise next to Kyungsoo, seemingly avoiding the dancefloor chaos quietly. Jongin approaches with a confidence unknown thus far, taking place beside Chanyeol and paying no attention to Kyungsoo’s startled ‘Jongin!’. Chanyeol turns to face him, frowning in amusement at Jongin’s sight.
“Hey there,” he says. “Kyungsoo’s cousin right? Jongin.”
Jongin nods. “Yes,” he’s not the least discrete when he eyes Chanyeol’s body, mostly his bare tattooed arms. Thank god for sleeveless shirts.
“What are you doing here, Jongin?” Kyungsoo questions, his head popping between Jongin and Chanyeol.
“Sehun wanted to party,” he shrugs, making a mental note to make up for his friend later.
As soon as they entered the club, Luhan, one of Kyungsoo’s friends, approached Jongin with a significant smile and a hand at his back. Luhan has this weird way of looking at people, like he’s always trying to seduce them, and Jongin just didn’t have the time to deal with him. So thinking about finding Chanyeol as quick as possible, he pushed Sehun in Luhan’s direction and darted in his search. He worries for his friend, remembering all the times he’s been told one should never trust Luhan.
“Sehun?” Kyungsoo questions, narrowed eyes probably seeing through Jongin. He doesn’t care, really. Kyungsoo isn’t the reason why he’s sitting at the club right now. “And where’s Sehun?”
“Luhan intercepted him as soon as we arrived.”
“Luhan knows Sehun?” Kyungsoo now looks surprised and Jongin rolls his eyes in annoyance.
Chanyeol watches Jongin with a pleased smile, throwing an arm around his shoulders like he’s decided where he’s going to be for the rest of the night. Jongin’s stomach clenches in anticipation, trying not to seem like Chanyeol’s closeness is a big deal.
“Let it be, Kyungsoo.” he says, pointing somewhere ahead of them. “I saw Yifan over there. Why don’t you go look for him? I’ll take care of Jongin,” he looks down at Jongin. “Right?”
“Right.”
Long before a guy named Yifan came to unplug Kyungsoo from their side at the purple chaise,, Chanyeol and Jongin engaged in an unpredictably easy conversation about the most various topics, from Jongin’s musical taste to Chanyeol’s tattoos.
Chanyeol has an arm stretched as Jongin inspects it carefully, taking in all the drawings and phrases reproduced on his skin. He figures one should be truly brave to give someone their arm to permanently mark.
“Does it hurt?” he asks, eyes never leaving Chanyeol’s arm. There’s just so many things tucked against each other, things Jongin can’t properly comprehend but appreciates nonetheless.
“It depends. The ones at my ribs expanse were the worst. The feet ones too.”
“What’s your favorite?” Jongin’s eyes slide from Chanyeol’s arms to his neck. He has to hold back the urge of touching the drawings at his throat.
“That’s hard,” Chanyeol laughs, retrieving his arm to run both hands through his hair. Jongin swallows at Chanyeol’s flexed arms. “I guess… It’s this one.”
He tugs the collar of his shirt down to reveal a collarbone tattoo - a skull, all cheer and colorful. Which is weird, for Jongin knows skulls are supposed to be dim and dreadful.
“It’s a Mexican skull,” Chanyeol explains as Jongin studies the outlines of the drawing. “Beautiful, right?”
Jongin frowns, “Why is this your favorite?”
Chanyeol sighs, thinking his answer through. “I think it’s because it’s really colorful and happy. Even though it’s a skull.”
“Can I touch it?” Jongin blurts, and the odd part is that he can’t feel the slightest embarrassment for doing so. He really wants to touch it.
“Only if you let me touch you back.”
He must be really absorbed in Chanyeol’s tattooed arms not to notice the way the other stares at him. There’s fire in the way Chanyeol looks at Jongin, eyes wide and attentive to every detail in Jongin’s face until they focus on his lips. That’s enough of a cue.
Hoping that Chanyeol gets the silent answer, Jongin reaches up for the tattoo. His hands are timorous at first, only the pads of his fingers daring to touch Chanyeol’s skin. The warmness of the other’s body convinces Jongin to let his palm slide on; the effect is almost instant. Chanyeol wraps a hand at Jongin’s wrist and pulls him forward so they’re so close Jongin can count the spots on Chanyeol’s face. They look at each other for what seems like hours, and then Chanyeol is aiming for Jongin’s mouth, hand releasing his wrist from the grip and settling on his neck.
It’s exhilarating, the way Chanyeol’s lips move against Jongin’s, and the way he inhales ever so deeply like he’s up for taking everything Jongin can give. The kiss is amazing, Jongin decides after a few minutes in it, and Chanyeol might have thought so too because he lifts Jongin with eager hands placed under his legs.
“Come here,” he breathes. Jongin complies, relaxing on Chanyeol’s lap as he feels hands squeezing his sides.
Jongin fists Chanyeol’s collar for balance, clinging to the elder as they kiss and a gentle hand soothes Jongin’s back before caressing his hair. Sends shivers all over his body.
He’s not sure for how long they stay at that same position, kissing mindlessly while people dance around them and probably kiss too. It’s when Chanyeol bites at his neck that Jongin can’t hold back a moan and the other’s hand flies to the front of his pants, quick in unzipping and unbuttoning. Jongin jerks in surprise; because he’s supposed to mind they’re at a club, right?
“Wait!” he exclaims, a hand on Chanyeol’s chest. He looks up at Jongin and god, he’s a breathless mess and it’s beautiful.
“Right,” Chanyeol mutters. “Let’s go somewhere else.”
He stands up so quick Jongin almost trips while getting off him. Chanyeol pulls him so quickly he has to run to meet the other’s pace. Suddenly they’re in the bathroom, there are two couples making out and none seems to mind their presence. Chanyeol presses him against the sink and Jongin doesn’t even have a second to breathe before he’s being kissed again, hands all over his waist and hips.
“Chanyeol,” Jongin tries. When he’s met with no answer, he decides to go on. “Wait a second, there’s something I think you should know.”
“Don’t worry, I have condoms.”
“That’s not it, Chanyeol,” Jongin’s words are muffled by Chanyeol’s mouth, and it’s not that he minds being kissed, he just really needs to say this. “It’s just I’ve never done this before.”
This makes Chanyeol stop. He pulls back just that tad that allows him to face Jongin, eyebrows furrowed.
“Sex,” Jongin specifies. “I’ve never had sex before.”
Chanyeol’s eyes widen and he’s untangled from Jongin in less than a second. Maybe it’s the loss of a warm body pressed to his but Jongin is very displeased.
“You what? Are you serious? You’re a virgin?” Chanyeol is seemingly bewildered, both hands running through his hair in astonishment. When Jongin nods, feeling heat pooling at his cheeks and hands protectively crossing over his chest, Chanyeol hisses a little fuck. “I’m sorry Jongin, You’re really hot but I can’t do this.” and just like they were never rutting against each other a few minutes prior to that, Chanyeol shakes his head and leaves the bathroom.
-
Luhan isn’t a bad person. At least not to Jongin. Every time he’s at Jongin’s place for whatever daily activity his friends engage into, he manages to get closer and make mechanical comments about the weather or the new episode of Phineas and Ferb, because oddly that’s one of their favorite pastimes. Every time Luhan approaches Jongin (and Sehun after the club incident) Kyungsoo promptly rushes to their side, ushering his friend away with squeaks of ‘Leave my cousin alone you manslut!’ Except Luhan has never said anything remotely offending and Jongin really doesn’t mind his company.
Today, Jongin and Sehun are in the living room trying to get an assignment done when Luhan comes, an oversized Anaheim Ducks jersey on and tight black jeans. Jongin can even hear Sehun’s dry gulp.
“Hey Jongin,” Luhan smiles, eyes twinkling and fingers busying with each other. He looks over Sehun, inspecting the other for a few seconds before he says, “Hi Sehun.” Jongin could swear his tone is gentler.
The thing about Luhan is that he could easily fool the whole human race with his doe eyes and beautiful angelic face smiling innocently at people like he could do no harm. Maybe that’s what gets Sehun hypnotized, mouth ajar and dazed eyes staring at the one in front of them.
“Luhan hyung,” Jongin says. “What’s up?”
Luhan reluctantly moves his eyes from Sehun to Jongin. “What are you boys doing?”
“Trying to finish an assignment.” Jongin glances down at the sheets of paper on the coffee table. Luhan hums in recognition.
“Do you need help?” he offers.
“NO!” Sehun blurts, lips pressing against each other like he wasn’t supposed to say a thing. Jongin frowns at him.
Luhan smiles, “Ok. I’m here to invite you to a party.”
Jongin taps his pencil to his lips. “Is Kyungsoo hyung going?”
“I’m not sure about Kyungsoo,” Luhan scratches his chin. “But Chanyeol is going to be there.” he sends Jongin a significant smirk and a wiggle of his eyebrows. Jongin blushes in response; this probably means all of Luhan’s friends already know about Jongin and his Chanyeol experience. Which is somewhat embarrassing.
“Hm...” Jongin peeks at Sehun, who’s now resolute on scribbling incoherent things all over his exercise book (it’s really incoherent, Jongin can read it all). “What do you think, Sehun-ah?”
Sehun frowns intensely, ignoring Jongin’s question.
“I can pick you up if you want to come,” Luhan says, his attention solely on Jongin now.
“When is this party?” he asks.
“Friday night. I can give you a lift home afterwards as well.”
Jongin nods, “That’s fine hyung. Thanks.”
Luhan winks at him, saluting at them before spinning on his hells and throwing a “See you on Friday, Jongin-ah” over his shoulder.
It doesn’t take long for Sehun to start muttering, “That was a dumb move.”
Jongin rolls his eyes, “All moves are dumb unless they’re from you, the master of boring. Relax Sehun, it’s just a party. And it’s not like you’re going, so don’t be a bitch about it.”
“You’re like this because you don’t know Luhan.”
“Do you?”
Sehun falters, “You forced him into my personal space, remember? If I know him, it’s all your fault! And believe me; he’s going to try to feel you!”
To be honest Jongin doesn’t plan into staying next to Luhan the whole night; he doesn’t even know what is his plan because there’s nothing for him to pursue at this party. At least that’s what he thinks.
The party is at a guy named Yixing’s place. Jongin’s seen him around Kyungsoo’s friends once or twice, he’s the one that comes over in roller skates and always looks like he’s sleepy. Luhan comes pick him up at 9 and drives them there - Yixing’s apartment is really small, Jongin questions how that diminished place can allocate so many people inside.
“This place is really small.” Jongin astonishes and Luhan hums, hooking an arm around his shoulder.
“There’s the guys,” Luhan indicates a corner not far from them where a few of Luhan’s friends stand. Jongin recognizes the Yixing guy and a black haired boy with a cat-like mouth and sharp eyes. Amongst them is Chanyeol, perfectly dressed in one of his sleeveless punk rock bands t-shirt, black oversized jersey shorts and conveniently placed snapbacks. Jongin sighs, trying to convince himself he didn’t come to this goddamned place because of Chanyeol; his presence at this party has nothing to do with Chanyeol. Nothing.
Before he knows Luhan is pushing him towards the group, and Jongin wants to run. He removes the other’s arm from himself and stops on his heels, earning a frown from Luhan when he turns to face Jongin.
“What’s wrong?”
“Uh…” Jongin looks around, forcing his brain to think of a plausible excuse. “I’m not sure if it’s a good idea for me to go over there, hyung.”
“What are you talking about?”
He scratches his neck. “Well…”
“Is it because of Chanyeol?” there’s a hint of a smile on Luhan’s lips. “Why are you blushing, Jongin-ah?”
Jongin closes his eyes and suddenly this whole party seems like the dumb move Sehun mentioned. “You know what? Forget it hyung, thank you for picking me up. I’ll go home now.”
“Wait, Jongin!” Luhan’s voice is too far already as Jongin leaves through the door.
-
The worst thing about Kyungsoo hosting a party at their house when Jongin’s parents go out for the weekend is that he can’t avoid Chanyeol in his own house. Jongin doesn’t really want to avoid him, he just doesn’t want to seem desperate. Good thing is that the taller male is the one who comes for him as Jongin leans against the living room wall, eyes studying the mess in his house.
Jongin glances at Chanyeol, sighing before carelessly greeting, “Hey”.
“Hey. Thought you were mad at me”
Jongin squints at him and works his best confused face up “Why would you think that?”
Chanyeol shrugs, taking a sip of his beer “That other day you didn’t talk to me. At the party. You saw me and then you turned away.”
“Oh no,” Jongin shakes his head lightly and chuckles, trying to hide his blush because Chanyeol doesn’t need to know he was hiding. “I’m sorry; I just thought it might be awkward? So I decided to give you some space”
Like nonsensical random words had left Jongin’s mouth, Chanyeol snorts and looks away. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he turns to face Jongin, his mouth is tugging upwards just that little bit to give a hint of a smile. “There’s no such thing as space, you can talk to me whenever you like”
Chanyeol smiles. Jongin’s been noticing this about Chanyeol’s smile, like he wants people to think about it, as if he smiles assured that the gesture will carve itself on people’s minds and their brains will just rewind that moment forever. He’s not all too wrong. At least that’s the effect he has on Jongin.
“Ok,” he breathes. “Ok cool”
The taller male just chuckles that kind of chuckle that ends before it starts, and turns his head back to where a whole bunch of people move drunkenly to the beat.
“So, what’s up?” Jongin shoots.
“Sweet” Chanyeol looks at him. “You?”
Jongin looks up rather mischievously and mimics, “Sweet” Chanyeol smiles. “I’m good.”
They fall on silence after Chanyeol nods in recognition at Jongin’s answer, and the younger has no idea why he does it, but he asks for Luhan. Maybe he’s trying to build conversation, because Jongin couldn’t care less about Luhan. Chanyeol scoffs at the mention of Luhan’s name and scratches a finger up his forehead.
“Is he already clawing you?” he studies Jongin’s face as he holds his hands up to illustrate the ‘clawing’ part.
“He’s nice”
Chanyeol now scratches his nose. “He just wants your sweet, naked body”
Jongin widens his eyes in mild theatricality “At least someone does” and as he speaks, he minds not to look away from Chanyeol’s eyes.
The taller gets the message (of course he would) and the oddly unexpressive face shifts to an amused one, painted with soothed eyebrows and a wide, lazy smile. It’s obvious he’s not putting much effort into this particular smile, but the effect is just the same. Jongin can already feel it imprinted into his mind. He’s sure it’ll haunt him later.
“Now that’s not fair,” he says, stretching his hand to place his beer cup in a nearby table. “I had thoughts about it”.
“I’m pretty sure Luhan wouldn’t chicken out” Jongin teases just because he’s dying to see where this leads, and Chanyeol doesn’t seem too bothered by the turn in the conversation.
He does looks offended though “I did not chicken out.” he guarantees. “I care for you, it’s way different than what Luhan does”.
Jongin narrows his eyes in disbelief “You sound like you were about to kill me or something. Chanyeol. It’s just sex”.
“Yeah, one you had never done before”.
“Why does it bother you that I haven’t done it before? It’s not like there’s something for you to break inside of me, I’m not a girl” Jongin crosses his arms over his chest, feeling strangely determined. “If you’re worried about me falling in love with you, I know better than that. It’s not going to happen”.
Something gleams on Chanyeol’s face, and he frowns. “How can you be so sure?”
Jongin rolls his eyes “Please. There’s this giant sign right above your head that reads ‘trouble’.”
The other laughs, shaking his head as if he disagrees with Jongin’s statement. “You’re deeper trouble. You’re a virgin”.
“As far as I remember you had your tongue halfway down my throat when I told you about being a virgin”.
Chanyeol stops, smile and all hints fade from his face. He stares at Jongin with an unreadable expression, which stirs Jongin’s curiosity as to what exactly he’s looking for. He’s seemingly contemplating.
A moment passes before the taller male speaks again, face serious and eyes glinting with interest. “You really want it?”.
“It depends. I want a lot of things”.
“You really want me to fuck you?”.
Jongin feels chills running all through his body at the mere prospect of being fucked by Chanyeol. He’s never been fucked before, but if it feels less mechanic than jerking himself off then it’s just what he needs. Swallowing in anticipation, Jongin blinks a few times before nodding. Chanyeol sighs, approaching with two large strides and taking Jongin’s hand.
“Come on” he says as he drags Jongin upstairs.
The first time isn’t as awful as it’s painted around. At least it isn’t to Jongin. He finds quite sweet the way Chanyeol handles him, soothes him into relishing and savoring all he gives. Jongin doesn’t mind doing it Chanyeol’s way, he allows the taller man to pull him and spread his legs apart and stretch him open with two slick fingers. The way Chanyeol looks at him is dazing; he leans to press an open-mouthed kiss on Jongin’s lips, brushing his hair from his face and removing his fingers. It doesn’t take long until Jongin feels the blunt tip of Chanyeol’s cock on his entrance, poking his way in teasing and circling Jongin’s rim. It’s almost unbearable.
“Do you want it?” he asks. Jongin can’t bring himself to answer, he nods and wraps his legs around Chanyeol’s torso, forcing him in.
The initial pain is excruciating, Jongin wants to bite something to prevent the scream from leaving his throat. He lifts just a little so his mouth can reach Chanyeol’s, peppering mismatched kisses until the taller realizes he needs to be closer. Chanyeol pushes Jongin so his back is flat on the mattress, adjusting himself on top of the younger and thrusting slowly and carefully.
He settles for a slow pace, the in and out of his cock spreading lube and precome all over Jongin’s insides and it’s good. Whines start escaping the younger’s mouth when there’s no way he can quash it anymore and Chanyeol likes it, Jongin can see the way his eyes gleam at his moans, the sound of his voice calling out Chanyeol’s name and asking him to go faster.
Chanyeol drops forward, leaning to whisper to Jongin’s ear, “You’re taking me good, better than I thought. So good” and it’s maddening. Jongin presses his eyes shut, rocking his hips down so Chanyeol’s dick would press further inside him, feeling arousal overflowing inside him. He’s close.
So close.
One final thrust and he’s coming, hard and painful all over his and Chanyeol’s stomachs. Jongin had come before, but not like this. Not with blood running this fast in his veins, not with someone fucking him slick, fast and rough in attempt of coming too. Jongin bites on his lower lip, eyebrows furrowed as he clenches trying to bear with overstimulation until Chanyeol comes, his movements halting when he buries deep inside Jongin, holding in until he empties himself.
His body falls limp on Jongin’s, face searching for a comfortable place to settle on the expanse of Jongin’s neck. He’s hot and he could use a shower, but Jongin doesn’t mind saving Chanyeol a few minutes of his attention, circling the man’s torso with his arms and blowing at Chanyeol’s hair so a few of his strands float softly only to land back on his sweaty forehead.
“Fuck you, no blowing” the elder hisses and Jongin laughs. “Only pussies blow at each other”
“Then I’m a pussy” he says, not minding at all the other’s remarks and running his fingers through Chanyeol’s hair and caressing the nape of his neck. Jongin doesn’t know exactly why he does it; it’s just something he feels he’s got to.
Chanyeol is almost dozing off, tongue heavy as he retorts “Don’t fall for me, Jongin-ah”
Jongin spares a moment of thought, knowing the answer is simple but the effort he’ll have to put into not falling in love with Park Chanyeol is almost herculean.
[PART 2]
Pairing: chanyeol/kai
Genre: au, tattooed!chanyeol?
Rating: NC-17
Length: 8,4k words
Summary: Thank god for Park Chanyeol and his glorious tattooed body.
A/U: I saw this and this happened. I started this fanfic 2 months ago and I just can't believe it's finally done. Huge thanks to kojafras because I don't think I could have finished this without her. And to eunteuks because I can hardly do anything without her. This is unbeta-ed.
capitaltrouble
Jongin's been feeling this weird thing lately. It's kind of trouble sleeping, only worse. He lays on his back facing the ceiling, blinking slowly as if doing so would make his eyelids weight down and slumber to finally take over him. However, the images in his head are seemingly dominant over his need to rest.
It's all Park Chanyeol's fault. Not that Jongin damns him for taking his sleep away - thank god for Park Chanyeol and his glorious tattooed body. Thank god for Jongin's cousin Kyungsoo, who brought Park Chanyeol in. Jongin never thought he would be one for the hardcore types like Chanyeol, who dig holding unlit cigarettes between their teeth and winking effortlessly. Jongin’s pretty sure Chanyeol didn’t intend to seduce him with his winking and cigarette biting. It’s just something that would eventually happen amid Chanyeol constantly visiting their home, albeit his mom is not fond of it.
Jongin’s mother doesn’t like Chanyeol very much. Apparently, he delivers this endangering aura. Kyungsoo only shrugged and alleged Chanyeol to be harmless.
“He’s got a lot of tattoos, that’s all”
“What about that thing in his ear?” Jongin’s mom would ask, filling Kyungsoo’s glass with milk.
“It’s not like it’s going to jump on you, auntie. It’s just an ear gauge”
Which is hot, in Jongin’s unnecessarily honest opinion. Everything about Park Chanyeol is hot. He definitely looks hot playing his guitar. Absurdly hot leaning against the kitchen sink, arms crossed on his chest and this flashing sign above his head that reads trouble. In capital letters.
“You know that guys like you are ran over by guys like him, right?” Sehun tells him one afternoon while they’re sitting on the grass outside where they can see Kyungsoo, Chanyeol and a few of their other dangerous-inclined nameless friends washing Chanyeol’s car. It’s a 1977 Mercury Comet, seemingly deserving of the group’s whole attention. They wash and polish the car as if it’s made of human flesh.
Jongin’s heard Sehun’s remark, but he chooses not to make a big deal out of the matter, only shrugging in nonchalance. “I don’t mind him running over me”
Sehun snorts “Please Jongin, you should stop nurturing such-”
Whatever his friend says next goes unheard by Jongin as Chanyeol lifts his arms to remove his Black Flag t-shirt, revealing a pale naked torso. It’s just as Jongin has imagined - covered with tattoos. Dead on.
Something painful happens to him at the back of his neck and Jongin realizes Sehun just punched him.
-
The first time he talks to Park Chanyeol is rather normal. The dude is sitting on the couch waiting for Kyungsoo, as usual. Jongin overheard to his cousin talking on the phone earlier and apparently, something about an underground gaming club was said. No certainties.
Jongin surrounds the living room as if there’s nothing interesting there, occasionally peeking at the guy sitting with his legs crossed. Today Chanyeol wears a white long-sleeved t-shirt and unfortunately, the majority of his tattoos are covered. Jongin can still see the carp on the neck and the scorpion on his nape.
It’s amazingly weird how someone he barely knows is capable of holding such effect on him.
“Jongin,” someone suddenly calls - not someone, Park Chanyeol. Jongin falters at the mention of his name; astonished by the fact the taller guy knows it.
He walks with uncertain steps towards Chanyeol, trying not to look as shocked as he is. “Me?”
“That’s your name right?” Chanyeol asks. Jongin nods. “What are you doing sneaking around?”
Jongin could lie. It wouldn’t be hard to do so, but Kim Jongin wouldn’t lie to avoid an embarrassing moment, no, he would gladly welcome the embarrassing moment and ask it to stay forever.
“I was trying to talk to you” just like this.
It appears like heavenly - or devilish - creatures are on his side, for Kyungsoo walks in right when Chanyeol stretches his mouth in a smirk and eyes Jongin from head to toe.
“Let’s go,” Kyungsoo says, looking from his cousin and his friend. “Chanyeol. Let’s go”
“Yeah,” Chanyeol chuckles and stands up, arching an eyebrow at Jongin. “See you around”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, merely smiles and spins on his heels, following Kyungsoo’s steps and slipping through the front door.
-
The first time Jongin hooks up with Park Chanyeol happens quite unexpectedly. Well, not that unexpectedly, considering he did follow Kyungsoo to the club ignoring all of Sehun’s whiney protests of this is a terrible idea.
Chanyeol is there, sitting on a purple leather lounge chaise next to Kyungsoo, seemingly avoiding the dancefloor chaos quietly. Jongin approaches with a confidence unknown thus far, taking place beside Chanyeol and paying no attention to Kyungsoo’s startled ‘Jongin!’. Chanyeol turns to face him, frowning in amusement at Jongin’s sight.
“Hey there,” he says. “Kyungsoo’s cousin right? Jongin.”
Jongin nods. “Yes,” he’s not the least discrete when he eyes Chanyeol’s body, mostly his bare tattooed arms. Thank god for sleeveless shirts.
“What are you doing here, Jongin?” Kyungsoo questions, his head popping between Jongin and Chanyeol.
“Sehun wanted to party,” he shrugs, making a mental note to make up for his friend later.
As soon as they entered the club, Luhan, one of Kyungsoo’s friends, approached Jongin with a significant smile and a hand at his back. Luhan has this weird way of looking at people, like he’s always trying to seduce them, and Jongin just didn’t have the time to deal with him. So thinking about finding Chanyeol as quick as possible, he pushed Sehun in Luhan’s direction and darted in his search. He worries for his friend, remembering all the times he’s been told one should never trust Luhan.
“Sehun?” Kyungsoo questions, narrowed eyes probably seeing through Jongin. He doesn’t care, really. Kyungsoo isn’t the reason why he’s sitting at the club right now. “And where’s Sehun?”
“Luhan intercepted him as soon as we arrived.”
“Luhan knows Sehun?” Kyungsoo now looks surprised and Jongin rolls his eyes in annoyance.
Chanyeol watches Jongin with a pleased smile, throwing an arm around his shoulders like he’s decided where he’s going to be for the rest of the night. Jongin’s stomach clenches in anticipation, trying not to seem like Chanyeol’s closeness is a big deal.
“Let it be, Kyungsoo.” he says, pointing somewhere ahead of them. “I saw Yifan over there. Why don’t you go look for him? I’ll take care of Jongin,” he looks down at Jongin. “Right?”
“Right.”
Long before a guy named Yifan came to unplug Kyungsoo from their side at the purple chaise,, Chanyeol and Jongin engaged in an unpredictably easy conversation about the most various topics, from Jongin’s musical taste to Chanyeol’s tattoos.
Chanyeol has an arm stretched as Jongin inspects it carefully, taking in all the drawings and phrases reproduced on his skin. He figures one should be truly brave to give someone their arm to permanently mark.
“Does it hurt?” he asks, eyes never leaving Chanyeol’s arm. There’s just so many things tucked against each other, things Jongin can’t properly comprehend but appreciates nonetheless.
“It depends. The ones at my ribs expanse were the worst. The feet ones too.”
“What’s your favorite?” Jongin’s eyes slide from Chanyeol’s arms to his neck. He has to hold back the urge of touching the drawings at his throat.
“That’s hard,” Chanyeol laughs, retrieving his arm to run both hands through his hair. Jongin swallows at Chanyeol’s flexed arms. “I guess… It’s this one.”
He tugs the collar of his shirt down to reveal a collarbone tattoo - a skull, all cheer and colorful. Which is weird, for Jongin knows skulls are supposed to be dim and dreadful.
“It’s a Mexican skull,” Chanyeol explains as Jongin studies the outlines of the drawing. “Beautiful, right?”
Jongin frowns, “Why is this your favorite?”
Chanyeol sighs, thinking his answer through. “I think it’s because it’s really colorful and happy. Even though it’s a skull.”
“Can I touch it?” Jongin blurts, and the odd part is that he can’t feel the slightest embarrassment for doing so. He really wants to touch it.
“Only if you let me touch you back.”
He must be really absorbed in Chanyeol’s tattooed arms not to notice the way the other stares at him. There’s fire in the way Chanyeol looks at Jongin, eyes wide and attentive to every detail in Jongin’s face until they focus on his lips. That’s enough of a cue.
Hoping that Chanyeol gets the silent answer, Jongin reaches up for the tattoo. His hands are timorous at first, only the pads of his fingers daring to touch Chanyeol’s skin. The warmness of the other’s body convinces Jongin to let his palm slide on; the effect is almost instant. Chanyeol wraps a hand at Jongin’s wrist and pulls him forward so they’re so close Jongin can count the spots on Chanyeol’s face. They look at each other for what seems like hours, and then Chanyeol is aiming for Jongin’s mouth, hand releasing his wrist from the grip and settling on his neck.
It’s exhilarating, the way Chanyeol’s lips move against Jongin’s, and the way he inhales ever so deeply like he’s up for taking everything Jongin can give. The kiss is amazing, Jongin decides after a few minutes in it, and Chanyeol might have thought so too because he lifts Jongin with eager hands placed under his legs.
“Come here,” he breathes. Jongin complies, relaxing on Chanyeol’s lap as he feels hands squeezing his sides.
Jongin fists Chanyeol’s collar for balance, clinging to the elder as they kiss and a gentle hand soothes Jongin’s back before caressing his hair. Sends shivers all over his body.
He’s not sure for how long they stay at that same position, kissing mindlessly while people dance around them and probably kiss too. It’s when Chanyeol bites at his neck that Jongin can’t hold back a moan and the other’s hand flies to the front of his pants, quick in unzipping and unbuttoning. Jongin jerks in surprise; because he’s supposed to mind they’re at a club, right?
“Wait!” he exclaims, a hand on Chanyeol’s chest. He looks up at Jongin and god, he’s a breathless mess and it’s beautiful.
“Right,” Chanyeol mutters. “Let’s go somewhere else.”
He stands up so quick Jongin almost trips while getting off him. Chanyeol pulls him so quickly he has to run to meet the other’s pace. Suddenly they’re in the bathroom, there are two couples making out and none seems to mind their presence. Chanyeol presses him against the sink and Jongin doesn’t even have a second to breathe before he’s being kissed again, hands all over his waist and hips.
“Chanyeol,” Jongin tries. When he’s met with no answer, he decides to go on. “Wait a second, there’s something I think you should know.”
“Don’t worry, I have condoms.”
“That’s not it, Chanyeol,” Jongin’s words are muffled by Chanyeol’s mouth, and it’s not that he minds being kissed, he just really needs to say this. “It’s just I’ve never done this before.”
This makes Chanyeol stop. He pulls back just that tad that allows him to face Jongin, eyebrows furrowed.
“Sex,” Jongin specifies. “I’ve never had sex before.”
Chanyeol’s eyes widen and he’s untangled from Jongin in less than a second. Maybe it’s the loss of a warm body pressed to his but Jongin is very displeased.
“You what? Are you serious? You’re a virgin?” Chanyeol is seemingly bewildered, both hands running through his hair in astonishment. When Jongin nods, feeling heat pooling at his cheeks and hands protectively crossing over his chest, Chanyeol hisses a little fuck. “I’m sorry Jongin, You’re really hot but I can’t do this.” and just like they were never rutting against each other a few minutes prior to that, Chanyeol shakes his head and leaves the bathroom.
-
Luhan isn’t a bad person. At least not to Jongin. Every time he’s at Jongin’s place for whatever daily activity his friends engage into, he manages to get closer and make mechanical comments about the weather or the new episode of Phineas and Ferb, because oddly that’s one of their favorite pastimes. Every time Luhan approaches Jongin (and Sehun after the club incident) Kyungsoo promptly rushes to their side, ushering his friend away with squeaks of ‘Leave my cousin alone you manslut!’ Except Luhan has never said anything remotely offending and Jongin really doesn’t mind his company.
Today, Jongin and Sehun are in the living room trying to get an assignment done when Luhan comes, an oversized Anaheim Ducks jersey on and tight black jeans. Jongin can even hear Sehun’s dry gulp.
“Hey Jongin,” Luhan smiles, eyes twinkling and fingers busying with each other. He looks over Sehun, inspecting the other for a few seconds before he says, “Hi Sehun.” Jongin could swear his tone is gentler.
The thing about Luhan is that he could easily fool the whole human race with his doe eyes and beautiful angelic face smiling innocently at people like he could do no harm. Maybe that’s what gets Sehun hypnotized, mouth ajar and dazed eyes staring at the one in front of them.
“Luhan hyung,” Jongin says. “What’s up?”
Luhan reluctantly moves his eyes from Sehun to Jongin. “What are you boys doing?”
“Trying to finish an assignment.” Jongin glances down at the sheets of paper on the coffee table. Luhan hums in recognition.
“Do you need help?” he offers.
“NO!” Sehun blurts, lips pressing against each other like he wasn’t supposed to say a thing. Jongin frowns at him.
Luhan smiles, “Ok. I’m here to invite you to a party.”
Jongin taps his pencil to his lips. “Is Kyungsoo hyung going?”
“I’m not sure about Kyungsoo,” Luhan scratches his chin. “But Chanyeol is going to be there.” he sends Jongin a significant smirk and a wiggle of his eyebrows. Jongin blushes in response; this probably means all of Luhan’s friends already know about Jongin and his Chanyeol experience. Which is somewhat embarrassing.
“Hm...” Jongin peeks at Sehun, who’s now resolute on scribbling incoherent things all over his exercise book (it’s really incoherent, Jongin can read it all). “What do you think, Sehun-ah?”
Sehun frowns intensely, ignoring Jongin’s question.
“I can pick you up if you want to come,” Luhan says, his attention solely on Jongin now.
“When is this party?” he asks.
“Friday night. I can give you a lift home afterwards as well.”
Jongin nods, “That’s fine hyung. Thanks.”
Luhan winks at him, saluting at them before spinning on his hells and throwing a “See you on Friday, Jongin-ah” over his shoulder.
It doesn’t take long for Sehun to start muttering, “That was a dumb move.”
Jongin rolls his eyes, “All moves are dumb unless they’re from you, the master of boring. Relax Sehun, it’s just a party. And it’s not like you’re going, so don’t be a bitch about it.”
“You’re like this because you don’t know Luhan.”
“Do you?”
Sehun falters, “You forced him into my personal space, remember? If I know him, it’s all your fault! And believe me; he’s going to try to feel you!”
To be honest Jongin doesn’t plan into staying next to Luhan the whole night; he doesn’t even know what is his plan because there’s nothing for him to pursue at this party. At least that’s what he thinks.
The party is at a guy named Yixing’s place. Jongin’s seen him around Kyungsoo’s friends once or twice, he’s the one that comes over in roller skates and always looks like he’s sleepy. Luhan comes pick him up at 9 and drives them there - Yixing’s apartment is really small, Jongin questions how that diminished place can allocate so many people inside.
“This place is really small.” Jongin astonishes and Luhan hums, hooking an arm around his shoulder.
“There’s the guys,” Luhan indicates a corner not far from them where a few of Luhan’s friends stand. Jongin recognizes the Yixing guy and a black haired boy with a cat-like mouth and sharp eyes. Amongst them is Chanyeol, perfectly dressed in one of his sleeveless punk rock bands t-shirt, black oversized jersey shorts and conveniently placed snapbacks. Jongin sighs, trying to convince himself he didn’t come to this goddamned place because of Chanyeol; his presence at this party has nothing to do with Chanyeol. Nothing.
Before he knows Luhan is pushing him towards the group, and Jongin wants to run. He removes the other’s arm from himself and stops on his heels, earning a frown from Luhan when he turns to face Jongin.
“What’s wrong?”
“Uh…” Jongin looks around, forcing his brain to think of a plausible excuse. “I’m not sure if it’s a good idea for me to go over there, hyung.”
“What are you talking about?”
He scratches his neck. “Well…”
“Is it because of Chanyeol?” there’s a hint of a smile on Luhan’s lips. “Why are you blushing, Jongin-ah?”
Jongin closes his eyes and suddenly this whole party seems like the dumb move Sehun mentioned. “You know what? Forget it hyung, thank you for picking me up. I’ll go home now.”
“Wait, Jongin!” Luhan’s voice is too far already as Jongin leaves through the door.
-
The worst thing about Kyungsoo hosting a party at their house when Jongin’s parents go out for the weekend is that he can’t avoid Chanyeol in his own house. Jongin doesn’t really want to avoid him, he just doesn’t want to seem desperate. Good thing is that the taller male is the one who comes for him as Jongin leans against the living room wall, eyes studying the mess in his house.
Jongin glances at Chanyeol, sighing before carelessly greeting, “Hey”.
“Hey. Thought you were mad at me”
Jongin squints at him and works his best confused face up “Why would you think that?”
Chanyeol shrugs, taking a sip of his beer “That other day you didn’t talk to me. At the party. You saw me and then you turned away.”
“Oh no,” Jongin shakes his head lightly and chuckles, trying to hide his blush because Chanyeol doesn’t need to know he was hiding. “I’m sorry; I just thought it might be awkward? So I decided to give you some space”
Like nonsensical random words had left Jongin’s mouth, Chanyeol snorts and looks away. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he turns to face Jongin, his mouth is tugging upwards just that little bit to give a hint of a smile. “There’s no such thing as space, you can talk to me whenever you like”
Chanyeol smiles. Jongin’s been noticing this about Chanyeol’s smile, like he wants people to think about it, as if he smiles assured that the gesture will carve itself on people’s minds and their brains will just rewind that moment forever. He’s not all too wrong. At least that’s the effect he has on Jongin.
“Ok,” he breathes. “Ok cool”
The taller male just chuckles that kind of chuckle that ends before it starts, and turns his head back to where a whole bunch of people move drunkenly to the beat.
“So, what’s up?” Jongin shoots.
“Sweet” Chanyeol looks at him. “You?”
Jongin looks up rather mischievously and mimics, “Sweet” Chanyeol smiles. “I’m good.”
They fall on silence after Chanyeol nods in recognition at Jongin’s answer, and the younger has no idea why he does it, but he asks for Luhan. Maybe he’s trying to build conversation, because Jongin couldn’t care less about Luhan. Chanyeol scoffs at the mention of Luhan’s name and scratches a finger up his forehead.
“Is he already clawing you?” he studies Jongin’s face as he holds his hands up to illustrate the ‘clawing’ part.
“He’s nice”
Chanyeol now scratches his nose. “He just wants your sweet, naked body”
Jongin widens his eyes in mild theatricality “At least someone does” and as he speaks, he minds not to look away from Chanyeol’s eyes.
The taller gets the message (of course he would) and the oddly unexpressive face shifts to an amused one, painted with soothed eyebrows and a wide, lazy smile. It’s obvious he’s not putting much effort into this particular smile, but the effect is just the same. Jongin can already feel it imprinted into his mind. He’s sure it’ll haunt him later.
“Now that’s not fair,” he says, stretching his hand to place his beer cup in a nearby table. “I had thoughts about it”.
“I’m pretty sure Luhan wouldn’t chicken out” Jongin teases just because he’s dying to see where this leads, and Chanyeol doesn’t seem too bothered by the turn in the conversation.
He does looks offended though “I did not chicken out.” he guarantees. “I care for you, it’s way different than what Luhan does”.
Jongin narrows his eyes in disbelief “You sound like you were about to kill me or something. Chanyeol. It’s just sex”.
“Yeah, one you had never done before”.
“Why does it bother you that I haven’t done it before? It’s not like there’s something for you to break inside of me, I’m not a girl” Jongin crosses his arms over his chest, feeling strangely determined. “If you’re worried about me falling in love with you, I know better than that. It’s not going to happen”.
Something gleams on Chanyeol’s face, and he frowns. “How can you be so sure?”
Jongin rolls his eyes “Please. There’s this giant sign right above your head that reads ‘trouble’.”
The other laughs, shaking his head as if he disagrees with Jongin’s statement. “You’re deeper trouble. You’re a virgin”.
“As far as I remember you had your tongue halfway down my throat when I told you about being a virgin”.
Chanyeol stops, smile and all hints fade from his face. He stares at Jongin with an unreadable expression, which stirs Jongin’s curiosity as to what exactly he’s looking for. He’s seemingly contemplating.
A moment passes before the taller male speaks again, face serious and eyes glinting with interest. “You really want it?”.
“It depends. I want a lot of things”.
“You really want me to fuck you?”.
Jongin feels chills running all through his body at the mere prospect of being fucked by Chanyeol. He’s never been fucked before, but if it feels less mechanic than jerking himself off then it’s just what he needs. Swallowing in anticipation, Jongin blinks a few times before nodding. Chanyeol sighs, approaching with two large strides and taking Jongin’s hand.
“Come on” he says as he drags Jongin upstairs.
The first time isn’t as awful as it’s painted around. At least it isn’t to Jongin. He finds quite sweet the way Chanyeol handles him, soothes him into relishing and savoring all he gives. Jongin doesn’t mind doing it Chanyeol’s way, he allows the taller man to pull him and spread his legs apart and stretch him open with two slick fingers. The way Chanyeol looks at him is dazing; he leans to press an open-mouthed kiss on Jongin’s lips, brushing his hair from his face and removing his fingers. It doesn’t take long until Jongin feels the blunt tip of Chanyeol’s cock on his entrance, poking his way in teasing and circling Jongin’s rim. It’s almost unbearable.
“Do you want it?” he asks. Jongin can’t bring himself to answer, he nods and wraps his legs around Chanyeol’s torso, forcing him in.
The initial pain is excruciating, Jongin wants to bite something to prevent the scream from leaving his throat. He lifts just a little so his mouth can reach Chanyeol’s, peppering mismatched kisses until the taller realizes he needs to be closer. Chanyeol pushes Jongin so his back is flat on the mattress, adjusting himself on top of the younger and thrusting slowly and carefully.
He settles for a slow pace, the in and out of his cock spreading lube and precome all over Jongin’s insides and it’s good. Whines start escaping the younger’s mouth when there’s no way he can quash it anymore and Chanyeol likes it, Jongin can see the way his eyes gleam at his moans, the sound of his voice calling out Chanyeol’s name and asking him to go faster.
Chanyeol drops forward, leaning to whisper to Jongin’s ear, “You’re taking me good, better than I thought. So good” and it’s maddening. Jongin presses his eyes shut, rocking his hips down so Chanyeol’s dick would press further inside him, feeling arousal overflowing inside him. He’s close.
So close.
One final thrust and he’s coming, hard and painful all over his and Chanyeol’s stomachs. Jongin had come before, but not like this. Not with blood running this fast in his veins, not with someone fucking him slick, fast and rough in attempt of coming too. Jongin bites on his lower lip, eyebrows furrowed as he clenches trying to bear with overstimulation until Chanyeol comes, his movements halting when he buries deep inside Jongin, holding in until he empties himself.
His body falls limp on Jongin’s, face searching for a comfortable place to settle on the expanse of Jongin’s neck. He’s hot and he could use a shower, but Jongin doesn’t mind saving Chanyeol a few minutes of his attention, circling the man’s torso with his arms and blowing at Chanyeol’s hair so a few of his strands float softly only to land back on his sweaty forehead.
“Fuck you, no blowing” the elder hisses and Jongin laughs. “Only pussies blow at each other”
“Then I’m a pussy” he says, not minding at all the other’s remarks and running his fingers through Chanyeol’s hair and caressing the nape of his neck. Jongin doesn’t know exactly why he does it; it’s just something he feels he’s got to.
Chanyeol is almost dozing off, tongue heavy as he retorts “Don’t fall for me, Jongin-ah”
Jongin spares a moment of thought, knowing the answer is simple but the effort he’ll have to put into not falling in love with Park Chanyeol is almost herculean.
[PART 2]