Mile High
Pairing: YoungUp
Rated: M
Length: 7.4K
Youngjae couldn’t sleep on airplanes. It was an unfortunate side effect of being a genius, he figured. All the different thoughts traveling through his brain, all the different ways the plane could malfunction… Well, there was no way he could sleep through that.
Sighing, he prepared himself for another long, boring twelve hour flight back home to Korea.
He had paid extra for early boarding because it took him awhile to get comfortable and he knew that when the plane was taking off that he would be frozen with fear.
He was adjusting his headphones around his neck and searching for his eye mask in his bag when he saw someone out of the corner of his eye slip into the seat next to him.
“Hello.” A happy voice spoke to him in accented English.
“Hello.” He replied, not looking up from his bag. He wasn’t really interested in making friends during flights. There was no point. They would never see each other again anyway.
Apparently the other boy did not share his reservations. “My name is Jongup.”
That caught his attention.
“Jongup?” He repeated, popping his head up. “Korean?”
The boy beside him was tiny, with light brown hair and the biggest smile Youngjae thought he had ever seen.
The smile brightened so much at Youngjae’s question that his eyes disappeared above his cheeks.
“Yes! Are you also?”
Youngjae nodded shyly, shocked at the odds of sitting next to one of his fellow countrymen that was also around his age. The plane was full of older businessmen from what he could see. “My name is Youngjae.” He replied, slipping back into his native tongue.
Jongup clapped happily. “I was worried this might be a boring flight, but now I have made a new Korean friend!”
The smaller boys excitement was cute and Youngjae couldn’t help but smile back.
“Where in Korea are you from?” Jongup asked, settling into his seat.
“I live about an hour outside of Seoul. You?”
“I live inside the city.” He replied. “How old are you? I am twenty-one.”
“Twenty-three. That makes me your hyung.”
“I am very happy to meet you, Youngjae-hyung.” Jongup said, bowing slightly. “Let’s be friends?”
Youngjae felt his heart thump at the complete adorableness of the kid. He didn’t think that he had ever met someone who radiated so much happiness and innocence.
Looks can be deceiving.
“I would like that very much Jongup-ssi.” He said honestly.
The plane started to taxi forward, causing Youngjae to suddenly panic and grip the armrest tightly.
Jongup frowned. “Are you alright Youngjae-hyung?”
Youngjae shook his head. “I don’t really like to fly.” He laughed nervously. “Stupid huh?”
“It’s not stupid at all to be scared of something. I am scared of things, too.”
When Youngjae started breathing heavily through his nose and clenched his eyes shut, Jongup grew concerned.
“Here, hold my hand.” He ordered, holding it out to him.
Youngjae waved him off. “It’s alright. I apologize for being such a baby.”
He heard a sigh from the boy beside him before a soft, warm hand enveloped his. “It’s okay to be frightened, hyung.” He murmured, drawing soothing patterns into his skin with his nails. “Sometimes you have to jump in feet first and just get through it.”
The plane finally settled down as it reached the air. Youngjae felt like he could breathe normally again so he pulled his hand away from Jongup’s, hoping the younger boy couldn’t see his red cheeks through his mop of black hair.
“Thank you.” He said softly.
“No problem hyung!” Jongup leaned down to reach into his bag. “Do you want some candy?” He pulled an assortment of chocolate bars out.
Youngjae’s eyes widened. “How do you eat all that and manage to look like that?” His words escaped before his mind could feel embarrassed over them.
Jongup busted up in laughter at the question. “Thank you hyung!” He lifted up a tank top clad arm and flexed. “I dance it off.” He explained.
“You’re a dancer?”
He nodded. “That’s what I was doing in London. There was a showcase I was invited to.”
Feeling inferior to the god-like boy beside him, Youngjae tried to subtly cover his baby fat filled tummy with his hands.
The other boy didn’t seem to notice as he continued talking. “What were you in England for?”
“A c-computer invention.” He answered, ashamed of his line of work.
“Computers huh? Are you some kind of tech wiz?”
Nodding, Youngjae fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “Kind of.”
Jongup rested a hand on his arm. “That’s really cool! You don’t have to be embarrassed. I wish I were smart enough to do something like that. The only talent I have is dancing.”
Youngjae eyed his body with obvious envy. “I would give you some of my brain for some of your body.” He said wistfully.
A weird glint came into the others eyes at his words. “I guess we both have something the other wants.”
Swallowing at the suggestive tone in his voice, Youngjae turned to stare out the window. There was no way someone who liked like that would be flirting with him.
He had to be mistaken. There Jongup was with his drool-worthy body dressed only in a revealing black tank top and loose jeans. And then there was Youngjae… He looked down at his over-sized green hoodie and faded denim jeans and cursed himself for wanting to travel in comfort.
Adding to his confusion, Jongup proceeded to ask him multiple questions about his job, wanting to know every little task that Youngjae did on a daily basis. He even seemed interested in the answers, confusing the hell out of Youngjae. Even his own mother didn’t want to hear about his work!
“Would you like something to drink?” A perky voice spoke up from the aisle next to them, interrupting Jongup’s interrogation. They turned to see a stewardess holding onto a drink cart.
Jongup turned to Youngjae and grinned slyly at him. “Do you drink alcohol?”
He shrugged. “Not very much. I get drunk really easy. I’m kind of a lightweight.”
“Two whiskeys. And make his a double.” Jongup turned to the stewardess and replied in his quiet Engrish.
The woman made them flash their ID’s before she would pour the drinks. Youngjae eyed his warily.
“I don’t know if I should drink this…”
Jongup downed half of his in one go and winced at the burn. “Go ahead. We’ll have more fun.”
That innocent vibe Youngjae got off him earlier was fast burning out.
He hesitantly took a sip, gagging at the taste. “It hurts my throat!”
“Have you never had hard alcohol before?” Jongup asked, a slow smile curling up on his lips. “You’ve only ever gotten drunk on the light stuff?” He brought the cup back up to his mouth and finished it off. “Oh this is going to be fun.”
Youngjae didn’t hear his last comment as he was holding his nose and trying to down the entire cup at once. He finally pulled it away and shook his head, a light shiver running through his body.
“Another?” Jongup motioned for the stewardess to come back before Youngjae could answer.
“No, no that’s really okay. I don’t think I should-“
Jongup pouted. “You’re going to make me drink this by myself?”
Ugh. Pouty faces were the only thing that got to Youngjae. He couldn’t take them. He had a friend from work that did the most ridiculous attempts at aegyo, but Youngjae fell for them every time.
He reached his hand out. “Alright, but last one.”
“Sure sure.” Jongup gave him the glass and made himself comfortable again. “Do you want to play a game?”
Youngjae frowned, taking a baby sip of his drink. “What kind of game?”
“A ‘get to know you’ kind of game.” Jongup replied. “It’s called Truths and Questions. We each say five unknown facts about ourselves and then we get to ask each other five questions.”
Shrugging, Youngjae turned in his seat towards him. “Ok, who goes first?”
“We take turns. I’ll go first with a truth and then you go.” Jongup bit his cheek as he tried to think of something to say. “I’m scared of mice.”
Youngjae covered his mouth with his hand, trying to hide his laughter. “That’s your first fact? That you’re scared of mice?”
“Hey, you’re scared of planes! At least you only have to deal with your fear occasionally. Mice are everywhere!”
They both laughed as Youngjae conceded. “Ok, my first truth is… I live with my older brother.”
Jongup stared blankly at him. “And you said my truth was lame.” He grinned brightly. “My turn. I idolize Chris Brown!”
“The singer?” Now it was Youngjae’s turn to stare blankly at him. “I don’t really know anything he has done. Sorry.”
His mouth dropped open as he failed to hide his shock. “I just don’t know if I can be friends with you anymore…”
“Oh shut up.” Youngjae glared, knowing he was only teasing. “Ok, mine is that I hate my job. I hate it and I want to quit.”
“What do you really want to do?” Jongup asked curiously.
Blushing, Youngjae told him what he’d never even told his family. “I want to design computer games. I have all of these ideas for stories and I have a whole notebook at home filled with plans and characters!” He bit his lip. “But you don’t care about that. It’s stupid…”
Jongup grabbed his arm. “No! No, it’s not stupid! I think if you like something and you work hard for it then it’s not stupid at all. Hyung, you should quit your job and do what you want to do!”
Youngjae shook his head. “I can’t, I have to help pay for our apartment.”
Shutting his mouth, Jongup knew it was the end of that discussion. “My turn. I’ve been dancing since I was six. I saw a Michael Jackson video on TV and my mom said I stood up and immediately started to copy him.”
“I have never been in love.”
“I’ve been in love once.”
“Every spare cent I earn that doesn’t go towards living expenses is being saved up to travel around the world.”
Jongup raised an eyebrow. “Where do you want to go?”
Youngjae sighed and stared out of the plane window for a moment. “I don’t know. Everywhere. There’s been several computer conventions that I’ve been sent to since I started working at my company. One was in China and it was so beautiful. We had a few hours to ourselves before we had to be at the airport and I just walked through the town, taking pictures of everything.” He traced patterns into his jeans. “I just hate feeling like I’m stuck. That I’m never going to go anywhere or do anything exciting.”
He tensed when he felt a cool hand rest over top of his own. His eyes slowly traveled up the bare arm until they landed on the caring eyes of his seatmate.
“You don’t need money to do exciting things, Youngjae-hyung.” He murmured, rubbing his thumb in circles over Youngjae’s skin. “You just need your imagination.”
Youngjae coughed, pulling his hand away in embarrassment. He wasn’t sure why the younger boy was being so friendly to him, but the smell of his skin combined with the hot alcohol burning through his veins was enough to make him shiver with longing.
“Are you cold?” Jongup asked worriedly. He caught the stewardess on her way to the back and asked for a blanket.
Only when she had brought it and Jongup had taken it up on himself to tuck it snugly around Youngjae’s waist did they continue their game.
“It’s your turn.” Youngjae smiled softly at him. “We each have one left.”
Jongup nodded and tried to think of the most obscure fact he could. “Ah! I got one.” He grinned proudly. “I’m a certified scuba instructor.”
Youngjae giggled, then jerked as the lights in the cabin dimmed.
“It’s late.” Jongup said, looking at his watch. “They must be wanting the passengers to go to sleep.” He looked around at the nearly empty cabin. It was only half full and about twenty of the thirty or so people spread around were already sound asleep.
“You can go to sleep if you want, Jongup-ssi.” Youngjae said, grabbing his eye mask from the top of his bag. “I can’t sleep on planes, but I can usually keep still if my eyes are covered and I have my headphones on.
Jongup eyed the sleeping mask in Youngjae’s hands with interest.
“But we’ve not finished our game yet.” He whined, sticking that damn lip out again.
Sighing, Youngjae relented. “Alright, but if you need to go to sleep just tell me. It won’t hurt my feelings.”
“You have one truth left. And then we get into the questions!”
Youngjae thought for a moment, wondering what the biggest truth that he had was. When he finally realized it, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to speak it out loud or not.
“You have one, I can tell.” Jongup teased.
“I want… I want to do something stupid.” Youngjae admitted, the two glasses of whiskey freeing his tongue. “Something crazy. Just once. I want to do something that no one would ever expect me to do…”
Jongup’s eyes sparkled, but Youngjae figured it was from the alcohol. “You never know, hyung. Sometimes crazy things just fall right into your lap.”
Youngjae let his eyes meet the youngers, his mouth dropping open slightly. “What about the questions?” He asked, changing the subject.
“You go first this time.” Jongup said. “I went first last time.”
“Ok… What is the meaning of life?” He joked.
Jongup smiled. “The meaning of life is to always stay happy.” He said, playing along with Youngjae’s stupid question. “Always do what you want to do and don’t worry what other people think of it.” He tilted his head. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Yellow.” Youngjae answered immediately. “It reminds me of the sun. What’s yours?”
Jongup furrowed his eyes, his gaze landing on Youngjae’s old, baggy hoodie. “Green.” He said, raking his eyes not so subtly over him. “I like green today.”
Youngjae felt his cheeks heat up, his hands rubbing at them to try to erase the blush.
“What are your hobbies?” Jongup asked, relieving him of his embarrassment. “Besides designing computer games.”
“I like to read.” Youngjae grinned, obviously proud of himself. “I learned to read when I was three!”
Even though he was not much of a reader himself, the younger was still proud of his accomplishment.
“What’s your favorite movie?”
“Step Up.” Jongup’s answer this time was immediate. He puffed his cheeks out at Youngjae’s quiet laughter. “I told you I liked to dance!” He let Youngjae’s drunken giggles work themselves out before continuing. “Biggest regret?”
Youngjae had to think about that one. Not something that was particularly easy considering the whooshing sound currently happening in his ears. “I’ve never…” He stopped and looked ashamedly at his hands as they twisted his hem into knows. “I’ve never been close to anyone.” He admitted, shyly. “Not even my brother. I don’t like to let people in.”
“Why?” Jongup asked quietly.
He shrugged. “I guess I just never figured anyone would want to get close to me. I’m not really very interesting. I don’t have any special talents. I’m not attractive.” If Youngjae had realized he was going to be one of those sad drunks he never would have taken the first sip.
Jongup’s hand rested snugly on Youngjae’s belly. “Well I think you’re amazing, hyung. And incredibly smart. And anyone that doesn’t see that is an idiot. And I happen to think you’re sexy as hell.”
Youngjae’s whole body started to flash alarms at the tiny boys words. He knew the drinking and the flirting had to stop before he did something he would regret in the morning.
“What’s your biggest regret?” He blurted, trying to stop the heat from creeping anymore into his face.
Jongup’s eyes darkened. “I did something cruel to someone who cared about me before I left for London.” He said, words devoid of emotion, but eyes glittering with unshed tears. “I left without saying goodbye. I just left a note.”
“Why?”
He let his eyes meet Youngjae’s curious ones. He was surprised to see only sympathy, not accusations emanating from them.
“I woke up one day and realized I wasn’t in love anymore. I tried for a long time to ignore it, but it was just gone. And I don’t deal with goodbyes. I freeze and I knew I would end up staying.”
Youngjae saw the tear drip down his face and cautiously reached up to thumb it away. “Don’t cry Jongup-ssi.” He murmured. “You can’t help the way you feel about someone. It’s either buried deep inside you or it isn’t. It’s not your fault.”
Jongup nuzzled his face into Youngjae’s hand. “It’s my question.” He finally spoke, opening his eyes and locking them with Youngjae’s. “Are you gay?”
Dropping his hand back in horror, Youngjae scrambled as far back as he could. “W-What?” He whispered, not wanting to wake the sleeping cabin with his shrieks. “Why would you ask me that?”
Not looking the slightest big fazed at the elder’s freak-out, Jongup continued staring intensely at him. “Are. You. Gay? It’s my question and you have to answer it no matter what. That’s the rules of the game.”
“That’s not fair!”
“Life isn’t fair.” Jongup frowned. “You know I wouldn’t judge you, hyung. I was just curious. Why won’t you answer the question?”
Youngjae felt the blush creep up over his face and into the tips of his ears. “No one’s ever asked me that before.” He mumbled.
Jongup nodded slowly, realizing he was just nervous. “Ok, how about if we switch turns for this round. You ask me a question, then I ask you one and then I still have one more.”
Youngjae licked his dry lips and picked at his sleeve. “A-Are you gay?” He stuttered.
“Yes.” Jongup answered simply. “Now answer mine. Are you?”
His head barely tilting into a nod, Youngjae still couldn’t look him in the face.
“Now I have one more question left.” Jongup whispered softly, fingering the top of Youngjae’s blanket, still wrapped around his waist. “Look at me, hyung.” His voice was so velvety and smooth that Youngjae felt hypnotized as he lifted his eyes.
“What?” He whispered.
“Do you want to do something crazy with me?” Jongup flashed him a sexy grin, lowering his hand under Youngjae’s blanket and running it firmly up his thigh.
“W-What are you talking about?” Youngjae stuttered, pushing himself away in his seat.
Jongup leaned forward to whisper against his ear. “You said you’ve always wanted to do something stupid, something no would expect from you.” The fingers on his leg moved up to grab at the bottom of his hoodie. “Do something crazy. With me.”
Youngjae bit back a pitiful moan at the feel of his tongue sliding down his ear. He knew he would regret this tomorrow, but right now he didn’t even care. Jongup’s hand undid the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down before slipping inside Youngjae’s jeans.
His body jerked as Jongup palmed him through his boxers.
“Do you like that, hyung?” He murmured, his lips still pressed against his red ears. “Tell me to stop or I’m going to touch you. I’m going to wrap my hand around you and make you feel real good, okay?”
His mouth opened to say stop, it really did, but before he could say anything, Jongup had lowered his head to Youngjae’s neck, sucking the skin into his mouth while his hand squeezed almost painfully hard.
“Is that a yes?” He asked, lips curling against Youngjae’s skin. “You want to do something crazy with me?”
Youngjae could barely nod. “Yes.” He breathed.
Jongup let out a deep breath. “Good. Because I don’t know if I could stop now.” He pulled the elastic up and slipped his hand inside, causing Youngjae to drop his head to the side and whine.
“Shhh hyung. There are people trying to sleep.” He teased as he ran his thumb over the tip, surprised at how hard Youngjae already was. “Cover your mouth.” He ordered, afraid Youngjae would give them away. He wasn’t worried about getting caught, it was the knowing that if they did get caught that he wouldn’t be able continue this that had Jongup worried. The sight of his dark-haired seatmate coming undone under just his hands was one of the best things Jongup had ever seen. The way his head fell to the side with every stroke of pleasure he received, the thick lips trapped tightly under his pearly white teeth. His hand reached up to tangle into Jongup’s light brown hair, pulling him down until their foreheads rested together.
Youngjae stuck his fist against his lips, breathing heavily the more Jongup teased him.
Taking pity on him, Jongup gripped his cock tightly in his hand, pumping his slowly at first, but gradually building up in speed. His lips reattached themselves to the curve of Youngjae’s neck, alternating between soft nibbles and wet licks.
It didn’t take long for Youngjae to reach his orgasm. He sure as hell would never admit this, but this was the first time someone other than him had touched him down there. He never knew it could feel this good and it made him wonder why he had never searched it out before. Work and studies had kept him busy for so long, what the fuck was he thinking?!
“Hyung,” Jongup breathed hotly against his flushed skin. “When you cum, I want to taste it.”
That little sentence was all it took for Youngjae to throw his head back in ecstasy, shooting thick ropes of cum all over Jongup’s hand.
Jongup used his free hand to gingerly lift the boxers and jeans up so that he could slip out making as little of a mess as possible. He swallowed at the sight of his hand, completely covered by Youngjae’s release.
He waited until Youngjae had calmed down and turned back to look at him before bringing it up to his lips and starting to lap it clean. “Do you want to taste?” He smiled, pushing his almost clean hand towards Youngjae’s mouth.
Youngjae grimaced and turned away.
“No, no, taste it. Trust me, you taste delicious.” His soft voice convinced Youngjae to turn his head back.
“It looks nasty.” He muttered.
A sweet laugh met his ears. “It’s not. Just one lick, okay? We’ll do it together.” He scooted towards him, waiting for the elder to do the same.
Knowing he had already lost, Youngjae sighed and opened his mouth. Jongup stuck one finger inside the hot cavern as he inserted another into his own mouth. Their lips were only centimeters apart as they finished ridding his hand of the stickiness.
Jongup let his finger loose with a pop, grinning brightly. “Did you like it?”
“It tastes like bleach.” Youngjae complained, gagging slightly.
“No silly, the other thing.” His eyes turned mischievous. “Do you feel like you can cross ‘do something crazy’ off your list now?”
Feeling brave only because of the residual whiskey still flooding his system, he really had no tolerance at all, Youngjae shook his head.
“No?” Jongup looked disappointed. “Why not?”
“Because I didn’t do anything crazy. You did.” Youngjae stammered, eyes passing over the visible bulge in Jongup’s jeans.
Jongup’s lips curled up mischievously. “Are you saying you want to do something to me?”
Even though he was drunk and he could vaguely see the outline of a second Jongup, Youngjae still felt embarrassed when he nodded his head. “I want more.” He muttered, crinkling his nose up so fucking adorably that Jongup had to use all of his strength not to throw him down into the aisle and take him rough and hard.
Jongup took a quick glance around the plane, glad that they had the seats all the way in the back. No one could see them unless they turned around and Jongup would be able to know ahead of time if someone was coming towards them.
“Come here.” He patted his lap and motioned for Youngjae to sit down. “You’ve trusted me this far.” He said, noticing his wary expression. “What’s a little longer?”
Youngjae grabbed the blanket to pull off of him, but Jongup’s hand stopped him. “No, bring the blanket with you. If anyone notices us they won’t be able to see anything. We’ll just pretend you’re asleep.”
“Won’t be able to s-see what?” Youngjae asked, slowly standing up and trying to quietly scoot himself over to Jongup’s side.
Jongup grabbed him by his slim hips and jerked him backwards, making him fall ungracefully onto his lap. “Won’t be able to see me fucking you.” He murmured into his ear, starting to rock his erection up into Youngjae’s bottom.
Youngjae hissed and grabbed onto the muscular thighs underneath him. “What?” He gasped as Jongup attached his lips to the nape of his neck, sucking so hard he knew there would be marks leftover for days. “We’re not- Not really going to…?”
The blanket was pulled up around his chest as his answer. “You’re in charge of holding the blanket up.” Jongup informed him, slipping his hands underneath to tug the already undone pants back down below his knees. “Where’s that eye mask?”
Half-heartedly pointing towards his bag, Youngjae’s body started to instinctually move itself in rhythm with Jongup’s.
“God hyung.” He groaned, wrapping an arm around Youngjae’s waist to hold him tight against his body while he reached over to grab the mask. “You are so sexy.” He buried his face in Youngjae’s messy black hair while sliding the mask over his head, fitting it snugly over his eyes.
“What are you…?” Youngjae was breathless as he turned his head from side to side confusedly.
“Shh.” Jongup stuck his arms back under the blanket, lifting Youngjae up a little so that he could unsnap his own button. “Just close your eyes and relax.” He wiggled his jeans and boxers down his legs, the both of them biting back moans when their heated skin came in contact with each others.
He could feel Youngjae start to panic. “Just breathe hyung.” He whispered into his ear, running his hands across the smooth expanse of flesh above him. Jongup was trying his hardest not to cum just from the feel of this ass and thighs on top of him. “I promise I’ll make you feel so good.”
The boy above him slowly started to relax as Jongup trailed his fingers teasingly over his belly, the younger not liking his flinching. He could tell Youngjae was self-conscious of his baby fat, but it just made him all the more adorable to Jongup. “You are so amazing, hyung.” Pulling a hand out, he hurriedly stuck three of his fingers into his mouth and put as much saliva as he could on them. There was no possibly reason he had for expecting this to happen, so he had no lube or lotion handy. “This is going to hurt a lot at first.” He warned him. Youngjae didn’t have to say it out loud for Jongup to know that this was his first time. He wanted Youngjae to enjoy it and be comfortable more than he wanted it for himself. “But it will get better, okay?”
Youngjae nodded, holding the blanked with one hand and gripping onto the armrest with the other. Jongup slid his hand between their bodies, running his finger around Youngjae’s entrance for a second, just wanting to hear the gasp the boy made. He breached his opening with one finger only, letting him get used to the feeling. A low whine sounded from Youngjae’s throat as his body tried to reject the intrusion. Jongup was amazed at the tightness around his finger. He was glad he had wet three fingers because Youngjae needed stretched out or Jongup knew he would be badly hurt. Imagining that tight heat enveloping him had him clenching his eyes, trying to control his arousal.
“Don’t fight it.” Jongup said, using his free hand to grab Youngjae’s soft cock, pumping it slowly back to life. “This would be so much easier if we were alone. I would have you begging all night.” His words were doing just as much to relax the scared boy as his warm grip was doing. “I want to hear your husky voice moan my name.” He continued, slipping another finger in while Youngjae was mesmerized by his soft words. “The screams I would pull from your lips, the cries as I bent you over and gripped my hands in your hair.”
Youngjae’s head dropped to his chest as the images poured into his mind. The seductive boy was driving him insane with emotions. These types of feelings had never revealed themselves to him before. His ass was hurting, sure, but it was drowned out by the sound of Jongup pounding through his brain.
“More.” He demanded, shifting his bottom, causing Jongup to grab him firmly by the thighs as he inserted the last digit inside him, scissoring his way through the loosened channel. Knowing the inner workings of a man inside and out (this wasn’t Jongup’s first time by far), he scratched his blunt nail against a far wall, forcing Youngjae to release the armrest and slap his hand over his mouth as a high-pitched moan tried to escape from his gritted teeth.
“Feel good yet?” Jongup asked tightly.
“Mmhmm.” Youngjae mumbled into his palm, his body starting to rock in tune with Jongup’s fingers. He gave Youngjae's cock one last stroke before removing his hand and gently pulling his fingers out.
“This will hurt even more, okay?” He spat into his hand, using it to rub into himself, wishing he had something, anything, to use as lube to make this easier for Youngjae. “Just for a few seconds.”
He picked Youngjae’s hips up and positioned him over his throbbing dick, letting him sink down as slow as he needed to.
Youngjae’s body was trembling as he eased himself down, teeth clattering together at the intense pain radiating through his body. “Hurts.” He cried in a shaky voice.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” Jongup wanted to cover his mouth with his own and swallow all of his cries and groans, but he knew this was the only way this could happen. He was dying to cover his entire face in soft butterfly kisses, easing his pain and letting him know he understood and he hated his first time was in the back of a plane, forced to hold back every sound he needed to make.
When Youngjae was seated firmly on his lap, Jongup swiveled his hips a little, seeing how he reacted to it.
“Oh god!” Youngjae hissed quietly, throwing his head back on Jongup’s shoulder.
“Tell me when it’s okay to move.” Jongup pressed his lips to the exposed neck that was bared to him, raking his teeth across his pulse point. Youngjae was without a doubt the tightest person he had ever been with, a fact that made Jongup’s dick swell even more at his want for the elder boy.
After a few long, long minutes, Youngjae finally was squeeze Jongup’s thighs as a sign to go ahead.
Jongup grabbed his hips so tight that there were crescent shaped scars imprinted into his skin for hours afterwards. He used all of the strength he had left to pick Youngjae up, just to drop him back down.
Even though they were barely moving, Youngjae could feel Jongup all through his body, inside his skin, in his blood, in his soul. The mask covering his eyes made it so that all of his other senses were heightened.
“Jongup…” He whimpered, needing him to move faster. “Please!”
“I can’t… I can’t fuck you the way you deserve, hyung.” He stammered into his skin. “The way this should be would w-wake everyone up.” Even if he couldn’t lift Youngjae up very far, he knew he could increase his speed. If dancing was good for anything, it was that it improved his stamina.
Jongup was the one who had to bite back a moan this time as Youngjae started to meet his thrusts with pushes of his own, his body already knowing what to do without even having to be taught. A little disappointed, Jongup wanted to be the one to teach him these things, but when they were completely alone and had more time. But there was no way he was going to steer him another direction, an eager to please Youngjae was sexy.
The way the boys quiet whines grew more and more needy let Jongup know he was close. The almost wanton way he was moving his body was about to drive him to the edge, too.
He decided it was time to go to the next stage.
He sunk down in the seat a little, pulling Youngjae down with him, using the new position to angle himself differently. This caused him to lodge himself in one spot and hit the elder’s prostate with every movement, so instead of thrusting he just jerked Youngjae’s hips back and forth over him.
“Jongup, Jongup!” Youngjae’s voice was starting to gain in strength, worrying the younger that someone would wake up. But when he looked down to see Youngjae’s sweaty hair plastered to his forehead and his mouth dropped open while he panted against his shoulder, he couldn’t care less who heard.
“I’m going to cum.” Jongup whimpered, eyes fluttered at the tight walls closing in around him.
Youngjae’s breaths started to come in fast pants as his orgasm approached. He turned his head towards the youngers, his hair tickling Jongup’s lips.
“Jongup I’m-“ Was all he got out before Jongup felt some of his hot cum hit the top of the blanket and fall back down to his thighs.
He managed to hold out for a few more seconds, but only because the sight of Youngjae’s orgasm face distracted him. Once he came down from his high, Jongup released inside of him, causing the spent boy to sigh contentedly, small puffs of air hitting Jongup’s forehead.
“Wow.” Jongup laughed breathlessly as he pulled his hips back, removing himself and running his lips across the collapsed boys hair. “Well, I’ve never done that before.”
Youngjae snorted as he snuggled in closer to Jongup’s warmth. He was finally able to pull the damned eye mask off and wrap his arms around the smaller boys neck, just like he had been needing to the entire time he was inside of him.
“Are you tired?” He asked, reaching down to pull Youngjae’s jeans back up and help him maneuver back inside of them. “I’m fucking exhausted.”
Yawning, looked up at him with a perplexed expression. “I am.” His voice sounded surprised. “I never get sleepy on planes.”
“Looks like you just needed someone to tire you.” Jongup winked.
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so smug.” He muttered, reluctantly pulling himself off the youngers comfortable lap and moving back to his own seat.
Jongup quickly got himself situated in his pants again before wrapping an arm around the surprised boy and pulling him against his chest. “Can you mark it off your list now?”
He smiled, his lips pressed firmly against Jongup’s tank top. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Jongup scoffed. “If sex at 50,000 feet isn’t crazy then I don’t know what is!”
"Hm." Youngjae let out a happy smile and peered up at him. "I can't believe we did that."
Jongup laughed quietly, as he folded the messy blanket up and moved it aside. "You are a horny drunk, what can I say?"
"Yah!"
"Joking, joking!" He flinched at the smacks raining down on his legs. "We both make horny drunks. Better?"
"Yes." Youngjae agreed. His brows furrowed as he contemplated something. "You know... I've now had sex and I haven't even had my first kiss."
Jongup's eyes widened in shock. He knew Youngjae was inexperienced, that much was obvious the second he met him. But this threw him for a loop. He pressed his lips firmly against Youngjae's forehead. "The second we get off the plane you're coming home with me and we'll fix that okay?"
Youngjae's cheeks blushed a dark red. "You-You want me to come home with you? I thought this was just..." He trailed off, not wanting to embarrass himself.
"You thought this was what? A one time thing?" Jongup's eyes dimmed at his words. "I didn't want it to be. Did you?"
His head shaking rapidly, Youngjae muttered a soft "No".
"Good. We both agree. Now you can come hope with me happily."
"But what about..." Youngjae gripped onto his waist harder. "Your ex."
Jongup was quiet for a minute. "We didn't live together if that's what you're asking. I share an apartment with a friend." He sighed. "I put in the note that I was sorry but I just couldn't do that anymore. I didn't know what else to do."
"Do you regret it?"
He chuckled. "I regret not telling him sooner." He admitted. "It spent a lot of time building up inside of me. But it's over now." His fingers brushed through Youngjae's still slightly damp hair. "And being here with you, on this plane, has made me happier than I've been in years."
"We don't even know each other." Youngjae complained. "I don't... Oh geez! I don't even know your last name." He sat up and covered his face. "I'm a whore!"
Jongup pulled his hands down and forced him back into his side. "You're not a whore, hyung. Stop freaking out. We just moved a little faster than other people." He brought Youngjae's shaky hand up to his lips and pressed kisses against each of his fingers. "It's Moon, by the way."
"Yoo." Youngjae whispered, watching the way Jongup's lips fluttered over his skin. "Yoo Youngjae."
"See. Now we know something else about each other!" He frowned as another yawn erupted from Youngjae's mouth. "Let's go to sleep, okay?"
Youngjae nodded, his head falling heavily against Jongup's shoulder. Jongup braided their fingers together and laid their hands in his lap, both of them falling into a deep, unexpected sleep.
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"Youngjae-hyung?" A slight shake on his shoulders had Youngjae frowning. "Hyung! The plane is landing, you need to wake up!"
"W-What?" His eyes fluttered open as he met the amused ones of his seatmate. "Jongup?" The memories of what they had done flashed through his now sober mind, causing Youngjae to gasp. "Jongup!"
A loud laugh boomed in his ears. "Let me guess, now that you're not drunk you're suddenly shy?" His eyes turned sly as he ran his hand up Youngjae's thigh. The knowledge of what had happened the last time he did this made Youngjae shudder with desire. "See? You might act ashamed, but we both know you don't regret it." His low voice in Youngjae's ears was like a drug, instantly relaxing him. "Don't ever be ashamed around me, hyung." He continued, his fingers tracing slow circles along his hipbone. "I like you just the way you are."
Youngjae fisted his hands together. "You do?"
"Mm. I do. Don't you like me, too?" Youngjae knew without looking that that goddamn lip was back out.
"Yes." He let their gazes meet, both of them grinning widely. "I do."
The plane bumped as it hit the tarmac, both boys not even noticing. They whispered to each other quietly as the plane taxied it's way to the gate and was connected to the airport.
"Are you ready?" Jongup asked, standing up and grabbing his bag from the overhead. "When do you have to be back at work?"
"Monday." Youngjae answered, zipping his backpack back up, blushing at the sight of the eye mask inside it.
Today was Friday. Jongup grinned, knowing they had the whole weekend together. And if Youngjae lived an hour away, they could still see each other regularly.
He let Youngjae into the aisle first, following close behind with his hand firmly on his lower back. He didn't have to look at Youngjae's face to know that adorable blush was covering it.
"How many bags do you have?" Jongup asked, as they waited for the carousel to bring their suitcases around. He saw his and made a grab for it.
"Just one." Youngjae replied distractedly as he scanned the numerous bags for his own. He saw the bright yellow suitcase turn the corner and scooted in front of Jongup to reach for it. "Got it!" He grinned, turning back to follow the smaller boy out of the mob of people.
Jongup snatched it out of his hands, easily carrying it with his own. "I've got it." He smiled smugly, flexing his muscles for him.
Rolling his eyes, Youngjae let him have this, already able to tell that Jongup liked being seen as manly.
They entered the waiting area, both boys laughing as they discussed everything they were going to do together that weekend.
"HYUNG!" A loud voice sounded out behind them causing Jongup's face to pale. He dropped their bags and spun around. "Jongup-hyung!" An abnormally tall blonde boy with bouncy curls and a large dimpled grin was running towards them waving his arms around.
"Oh fuck." Jongup hissed under his breath right before he was attacked and pulled away from Youngjae's side into a bruising hug.
"Hyung!" The giant boy cried into his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! Whatever I did, I can fix it, I promise. I love you, I'm so sorry!"
Jongup awkwardly patted his back, giving Youngjae a panicked look. "Junhong-ah?" He finally managed to pry them apart. "What are you doing here? How did you know I would be here?"
"The dance school called." He answered, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. "You left a bag there and I was your emergency contact. Why didn't you tell me you were leaving? Why did you do that, hyung? I just, I woke up and there was a note by my bed and I couldn't find you and Himchan-hyung said you had left that morning for England and why would you do that?" The tears started to fall again as he let his emotions out.
"Junhonggie..." Jongup was at a loss for words as he shrugged weakly at Youngjae. "You shouldn't have-"
"I think I'm going to head home." Youngjae interrupted. "It was nice to meet you Junhong-ssi. I heard a lot about you on the plane home." He smiled brightly at them as he grabbed his suitcase from Jongup's feet.
The smaller boy reached an arm out for him, trying to get him to stop. "No, hyung! Wait! Just let me-"
Youngjae pulled himself out of his reach. "I am glad I met you Jongup-ssi." He knew his grin waswide, but he couldn't help but let his eyes show his disappointment. "I hope you are happy in life."
He turned and strode purposefully away, ignoring the pleas from behind him to stop.
There was no way he could go home with Jongup now. Not after seeing what Jongup was giving up, not after looking in the heartbroken boys eyes. It was obvious his ex loved him and would do anything to get him back.
And Youngjae couldn't be the one to stand in the way of that.
So he went home. He unpacked his suitcase.
And he sadly laid his eye mask by his bed.
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Youngjae couldn’t sleep on airplanes. It was an unfortunate side effect of being a genius, he figured. All the different thoughts traveling through his brain, all the different ways the plane could malfunction… Well, there was no way he could sleep through that.
Sighing, he prepared himself for another long, boring twelve hour flight back home to Korea.
He had paid extra for early boarding because it took him awhile to get comfortable and he knew that when the plane was taking off that he would be frozen with fear.
He was adjusting his headphones around his neck and searching for his eye mask in his bag when he saw someone out of the corner of his eye slip into the seat next to him.
“Hello.” A happy voice spoke to him in accented English.
“Hello.” He replied, not looking up from his bag. He wasn’t really interested in making friends during flights. There was no point. They would never see each other again anyway.
Apparently the other boy did not share his reservations. “My name is Jongup.”
That caught his attention.
“Jongup?” He repeated, popping his head up. “Korean?”
The boy beside him was tiny, with light brown hair and the biggest smile Youngjae thought he had ever seen.
The smile brightened so much at Youngjae’s question that his eyes disappeared above his cheeks.
“Yes! Are you also?”
Youngjae nodded shyly, shocked at the odds of sitting next to one of his fellow countrymen that was also around his age. The plane was full of older businessmen from what he could see. “My name is Youngjae.” He replied, slipping back into his native tongue.
Jongup clapped happily. “I was worried this might be a boring flight, but now I have made a new Korean friend!”
The smaller boys excitement was cute and Youngjae couldn’t help but smile back.
“Where in Korea are you from?” Jongup asked, settling into his seat.
“I live about an hour outside of Seoul. You?”
“I live inside the city.” He replied. “How old are you? I am twenty-one.”
“Twenty-three. That makes me your hyung.”
“I am very happy to meet you, Youngjae-hyung.” Jongup said, bowing slightly. “Let’s be friends?”
Youngjae felt his heart thump at the complete adorableness of the kid. He didn’t think that he had ever met someone who radiated so much happiness and innocence.
Looks can be deceiving.
“I would like that very much Jongup-ssi.” He said honestly.
The plane started to taxi forward, causing Youngjae to suddenly panic and grip the armrest tightly.
Jongup frowned. “Are you alright Youngjae-hyung?”
Youngjae shook his head. “I don’t really like to fly.” He laughed nervously. “Stupid huh?”
“It’s not stupid at all to be scared of something. I am scared of things, too.”
When Youngjae started breathing heavily through his nose and clenched his eyes shut, Jongup grew concerned.
“Here, hold my hand.” He ordered, holding it out to him.
Youngjae waved him off. “It’s alright. I apologize for being such a baby.”
He heard a sigh from the boy beside him before a soft, warm hand enveloped his. “It’s okay to be frightened, hyung.” He murmured, drawing soothing patterns into his skin with his nails. “Sometimes you have to jump in feet first and just get through it.”
The plane finally settled down as it reached the air. Youngjae felt like he could breathe normally again so he pulled his hand away from Jongup’s, hoping the younger boy couldn’t see his red cheeks through his mop of black hair.
“Thank you.” He said softly.
“No problem hyung!” Jongup leaned down to reach into his bag. “Do you want some candy?” He pulled an assortment of chocolate bars out.
Youngjae’s eyes widened. “How do you eat all that and manage to look like that?” His words escaped before his mind could feel embarrassed over them.
Jongup busted up in laughter at the question. “Thank you hyung!” He lifted up a tank top clad arm and flexed. “I dance it off.” He explained.
“You’re a dancer?”
He nodded. “That’s what I was doing in London. There was a showcase I was invited to.”
Feeling inferior to the god-like boy beside him, Youngjae tried to subtly cover his baby fat filled tummy with his hands.
The other boy didn’t seem to notice as he continued talking. “What were you in England for?”
“A c-computer invention.” He answered, ashamed of his line of work.
“Computers huh? Are you some kind of tech wiz?”
Nodding, Youngjae fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “Kind of.”
Jongup rested a hand on his arm. “That’s really cool! You don’t have to be embarrassed. I wish I were smart enough to do something like that. The only talent I have is dancing.”
Youngjae eyed his body with obvious envy. “I would give you some of my brain for some of your body.” He said wistfully.
A weird glint came into the others eyes at his words. “I guess we both have something the other wants.”
Swallowing at the suggestive tone in his voice, Youngjae turned to stare out the window. There was no way someone who liked like that would be flirting with him.
He had to be mistaken. There Jongup was with his drool-worthy body dressed only in a revealing black tank top and loose jeans. And then there was Youngjae… He looked down at his over-sized green hoodie and faded denim jeans and cursed himself for wanting to travel in comfort.
Adding to his confusion, Jongup proceeded to ask him multiple questions about his job, wanting to know every little task that Youngjae did on a daily basis. He even seemed interested in the answers, confusing the hell out of Youngjae. Even his own mother didn’t want to hear about his work!
“Would you like something to drink?” A perky voice spoke up from the aisle next to them, interrupting Jongup’s interrogation. They turned to see a stewardess holding onto a drink cart.
Jongup turned to Youngjae and grinned slyly at him. “Do you drink alcohol?”
He shrugged. “Not very much. I get drunk really easy. I’m kind of a lightweight.”
“Two whiskeys. And make his a double.” Jongup turned to the stewardess and replied in his quiet Engrish.
The woman made them flash their ID’s before she would pour the drinks. Youngjae eyed his warily.
“I don’t know if I should drink this…”
Jongup downed half of his in one go and winced at the burn. “Go ahead. We’ll have more fun.”
That innocent vibe Youngjae got off him earlier was fast burning out.
He hesitantly took a sip, gagging at the taste. “It hurts my throat!”
“Have you never had hard alcohol before?” Jongup asked, a slow smile curling up on his lips. “You’ve only ever gotten drunk on the light stuff?” He brought the cup back up to his mouth and finished it off. “Oh this is going to be fun.”
Youngjae didn’t hear his last comment as he was holding his nose and trying to down the entire cup at once. He finally pulled it away and shook his head, a light shiver running through his body.
“Another?” Jongup motioned for the stewardess to come back before Youngjae could answer.
“No, no that’s really okay. I don’t think I should-“
Jongup pouted. “You’re going to make me drink this by myself?”
Ugh. Pouty faces were the only thing that got to Youngjae. He couldn’t take them. He had a friend from work that did the most ridiculous attempts at aegyo, but Youngjae fell for them every time.
He reached his hand out. “Alright, but last one.”
“Sure sure.” Jongup gave him the glass and made himself comfortable again. “Do you want to play a game?”
Youngjae frowned, taking a baby sip of his drink. “What kind of game?”
“A ‘get to know you’ kind of game.” Jongup replied. “It’s called Truths and Questions. We each say five unknown facts about ourselves and then we get to ask each other five questions.”
Shrugging, Youngjae turned in his seat towards him. “Ok, who goes first?”
“We take turns. I’ll go first with a truth and then you go.” Jongup bit his cheek as he tried to think of something to say. “I’m scared of mice.”
Youngjae covered his mouth with his hand, trying to hide his laughter. “That’s your first fact? That you’re scared of mice?”
“Hey, you’re scared of planes! At least you only have to deal with your fear occasionally. Mice are everywhere!”
They both laughed as Youngjae conceded. “Ok, my first truth is… I live with my older brother.”
Jongup stared blankly at him. “And you said my truth was lame.” He grinned brightly. “My turn. I idolize Chris Brown!”
“The singer?” Now it was Youngjae’s turn to stare blankly at him. “I don’t really know anything he has done. Sorry.”
His mouth dropped open as he failed to hide his shock. “I just don’t know if I can be friends with you anymore…”
“Oh shut up.” Youngjae glared, knowing he was only teasing. “Ok, mine is that I hate my job. I hate it and I want to quit.”
“What do you really want to do?” Jongup asked curiously.
Blushing, Youngjae told him what he’d never even told his family. “I want to design computer games. I have all of these ideas for stories and I have a whole notebook at home filled with plans and characters!” He bit his lip. “But you don’t care about that. It’s stupid…”
Jongup grabbed his arm. “No! No, it’s not stupid! I think if you like something and you work hard for it then it’s not stupid at all. Hyung, you should quit your job and do what you want to do!”
Youngjae shook his head. “I can’t, I have to help pay for our apartment.”
Shutting his mouth, Jongup knew it was the end of that discussion. “My turn. I’ve been dancing since I was six. I saw a Michael Jackson video on TV and my mom said I stood up and immediately started to copy him.”
“I have never been in love.”
“I’ve been in love once.”
“Every spare cent I earn that doesn’t go towards living expenses is being saved up to travel around the world.”
Jongup raised an eyebrow. “Where do you want to go?”
Youngjae sighed and stared out of the plane window for a moment. “I don’t know. Everywhere. There’s been several computer conventions that I’ve been sent to since I started working at my company. One was in China and it was so beautiful. We had a few hours to ourselves before we had to be at the airport and I just walked through the town, taking pictures of everything.” He traced patterns into his jeans. “I just hate feeling like I’m stuck. That I’m never going to go anywhere or do anything exciting.”
He tensed when he felt a cool hand rest over top of his own. His eyes slowly traveled up the bare arm until they landed on the caring eyes of his seatmate.
“You don’t need money to do exciting things, Youngjae-hyung.” He murmured, rubbing his thumb in circles over Youngjae’s skin. “You just need your imagination.”
Youngjae coughed, pulling his hand away in embarrassment. He wasn’t sure why the younger boy was being so friendly to him, but the smell of his skin combined with the hot alcohol burning through his veins was enough to make him shiver with longing.
“Are you cold?” Jongup asked worriedly. He caught the stewardess on her way to the back and asked for a blanket.
Only when she had brought it and Jongup had taken it up on himself to tuck it snugly around Youngjae’s waist did they continue their game.
“It’s your turn.” Youngjae smiled softly at him. “We each have one left.”
Jongup nodded and tried to think of the most obscure fact he could. “Ah! I got one.” He grinned proudly. “I’m a certified scuba instructor.”
Youngjae giggled, then jerked as the lights in the cabin dimmed.
“It’s late.” Jongup said, looking at his watch. “They must be wanting the passengers to go to sleep.” He looked around at the nearly empty cabin. It was only half full and about twenty of the thirty or so people spread around were already sound asleep.
“You can go to sleep if you want, Jongup-ssi.” Youngjae said, grabbing his eye mask from the top of his bag. “I can’t sleep on planes, but I can usually keep still if my eyes are covered and I have my headphones on.
Jongup eyed the sleeping mask in Youngjae’s hands with interest.
“But we’ve not finished our game yet.” He whined, sticking that damn lip out again.
Sighing, Youngjae relented. “Alright, but if you need to go to sleep just tell me. It won’t hurt my feelings.”
“You have one truth left. And then we get into the questions!”
Youngjae thought for a moment, wondering what the biggest truth that he had was. When he finally realized it, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to speak it out loud or not.
“You have one, I can tell.” Jongup teased.
“I want… I want to do something stupid.” Youngjae admitted, the two glasses of whiskey freeing his tongue. “Something crazy. Just once. I want to do something that no one would ever expect me to do…”
Jongup’s eyes sparkled, but Youngjae figured it was from the alcohol. “You never know, hyung. Sometimes crazy things just fall right into your lap.”
Youngjae let his eyes meet the youngers, his mouth dropping open slightly. “What about the questions?” He asked, changing the subject.
“You go first this time.” Jongup said. “I went first last time.”
“Ok… What is the meaning of life?” He joked.
Jongup smiled. “The meaning of life is to always stay happy.” He said, playing along with Youngjae’s stupid question. “Always do what you want to do and don’t worry what other people think of it.” He tilted his head. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Yellow.” Youngjae answered immediately. “It reminds me of the sun. What’s yours?”
Jongup furrowed his eyes, his gaze landing on Youngjae’s old, baggy hoodie. “Green.” He said, raking his eyes not so subtly over him. “I like green today.”
Youngjae felt his cheeks heat up, his hands rubbing at them to try to erase the blush.
“What are your hobbies?” Jongup asked, relieving him of his embarrassment. “Besides designing computer games.”
“I like to read.” Youngjae grinned, obviously proud of himself. “I learned to read when I was three!”
Even though he was not much of a reader himself, the younger was still proud of his accomplishment.
“What’s your favorite movie?”
“Step Up.” Jongup’s answer this time was immediate. He puffed his cheeks out at Youngjae’s quiet laughter. “I told you I liked to dance!” He let Youngjae’s drunken giggles work themselves out before continuing. “Biggest regret?”
Youngjae had to think about that one. Not something that was particularly easy considering the whooshing sound currently happening in his ears. “I’ve never…” He stopped and looked ashamedly at his hands as they twisted his hem into knows. “I’ve never been close to anyone.” He admitted, shyly. “Not even my brother. I don’t like to let people in.”
“Why?” Jongup asked quietly.
He shrugged. “I guess I just never figured anyone would want to get close to me. I’m not really very interesting. I don’t have any special talents. I’m not attractive.” If Youngjae had realized he was going to be one of those sad drunks he never would have taken the first sip.
Jongup’s hand rested snugly on Youngjae’s belly. “Well I think you’re amazing, hyung. And incredibly smart. And anyone that doesn’t see that is an idiot. And I happen to think you’re sexy as hell.”
Youngjae’s whole body started to flash alarms at the tiny boys words. He knew the drinking and the flirting had to stop before he did something he would regret in the morning.
“What’s your biggest regret?” He blurted, trying to stop the heat from creeping anymore into his face.
Jongup’s eyes darkened. “I did something cruel to someone who cared about me before I left for London.” He said, words devoid of emotion, but eyes glittering with unshed tears. “I left without saying goodbye. I just left a note.”
“Why?”
He let his eyes meet Youngjae’s curious ones. He was surprised to see only sympathy, not accusations emanating from them.
“I woke up one day and realized I wasn’t in love anymore. I tried for a long time to ignore it, but it was just gone. And I don’t deal with goodbyes. I freeze and I knew I would end up staying.”
Youngjae saw the tear drip down his face and cautiously reached up to thumb it away. “Don’t cry Jongup-ssi.” He murmured. “You can’t help the way you feel about someone. It’s either buried deep inside you or it isn’t. It’s not your fault.”
Jongup nuzzled his face into Youngjae’s hand. “It’s my question.” He finally spoke, opening his eyes and locking them with Youngjae’s. “Are you gay?”
Dropping his hand back in horror, Youngjae scrambled as far back as he could. “W-What?” He whispered, not wanting to wake the sleeping cabin with his shrieks. “Why would you ask me that?”
Not looking the slightest big fazed at the elder’s freak-out, Jongup continued staring intensely at him. “Are. You. Gay? It’s my question and you have to answer it no matter what. That’s the rules of the game.”
“That’s not fair!”
“Life isn’t fair.” Jongup frowned. “You know I wouldn’t judge you, hyung. I was just curious. Why won’t you answer the question?”
Youngjae felt the blush creep up over his face and into the tips of his ears. “No one’s ever asked me that before.” He mumbled.
Jongup nodded slowly, realizing he was just nervous. “Ok, how about if we switch turns for this round. You ask me a question, then I ask you one and then I still have one more.”
Youngjae licked his dry lips and picked at his sleeve. “A-Are you gay?” He stuttered.
“Yes.” Jongup answered simply. “Now answer mine. Are you?”
His head barely tilting into a nod, Youngjae still couldn’t look him in the face.
“Now I have one more question left.” Jongup whispered softly, fingering the top of Youngjae’s blanket, still wrapped around his waist. “Look at me, hyung.” His voice was so velvety and smooth that Youngjae felt hypnotized as he lifted his eyes.
“What?” He whispered.
“Do you want to do something crazy with me?” Jongup flashed him a sexy grin, lowering his hand under Youngjae’s blanket and running it firmly up his thigh.
“W-What are you talking about?” Youngjae stuttered, pushing himself away in his seat.
Jongup leaned forward to whisper against his ear. “You said you’ve always wanted to do something stupid, something no would expect from you.” The fingers on his leg moved up to grab at the bottom of his hoodie. “Do something crazy. With me.”
Youngjae bit back a pitiful moan at the feel of his tongue sliding down his ear. He knew he would regret this tomorrow, but right now he didn’t even care. Jongup’s hand undid the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down before slipping inside Youngjae’s jeans.
His body jerked as Jongup palmed him through his boxers.
“Do you like that, hyung?” He murmured, his lips still pressed against his red ears. “Tell me to stop or I’m going to touch you. I’m going to wrap my hand around you and make you feel real good, okay?”
His mouth opened to say stop, it really did, but before he could say anything, Jongup had lowered his head to Youngjae’s neck, sucking the skin into his mouth while his hand squeezed almost painfully hard.
“Is that a yes?” He asked, lips curling against Youngjae’s skin. “You want to do something crazy with me?”
Youngjae could barely nod. “Yes.” He breathed.
Jongup let out a deep breath. “Good. Because I don’t know if I could stop now.” He pulled the elastic up and slipped his hand inside, causing Youngjae to drop his head to the side and whine.
“Shhh hyung. There are people trying to sleep.” He teased as he ran his thumb over the tip, surprised at how hard Youngjae already was. “Cover your mouth.” He ordered, afraid Youngjae would give them away. He wasn’t worried about getting caught, it was the knowing that if they did get caught that he wouldn’t be able continue this that had Jongup worried. The sight of his dark-haired seatmate coming undone under just his hands was one of the best things Jongup had ever seen. The way his head fell to the side with every stroke of pleasure he received, the thick lips trapped tightly under his pearly white teeth. His hand reached up to tangle into Jongup’s light brown hair, pulling him down until their foreheads rested together.
Youngjae stuck his fist against his lips, breathing heavily the more Jongup teased him.
Taking pity on him, Jongup gripped his cock tightly in his hand, pumping his slowly at first, but gradually building up in speed. His lips reattached themselves to the curve of Youngjae’s neck, alternating between soft nibbles and wet licks.
It didn’t take long for Youngjae to reach his orgasm. He sure as hell would never admit this, but this was the first time someone other than him had touched him down there. He never knew it could feel this good and it made him wonder why he had never searched it out before. Work and studies had kept him busy for so long, what the fuck was he thinking?!
“Hyung,” Jongup breathed hotly against his flushed skin. “When you cum, I want to taste it.”
That little sentence was all it took for Youngjae to throw his head back in ecstasy, shooting thick ropes of cum all over Jongup’s hand.
Jongup used his free hand to gingerly lift the boxers and jeans up so that he could slip out making as little of a mess as possible. He swallowed at the sight of his hand, completely covered by Youngjae’s release.
He waited until Youngjae had calmed down and turned back to look at him before bringing it up to his lips and starting to lap it clean. “Do you want to taste?” He smiled, pushing his almost clean hand towards Youngjae’s mouth.
Youngjae grimaced and turned away.
“No, no, taste it. Trust me, you taste delicious.” His soft voice convinced Youngjae to turn his head back.
“It looks nasty.” He muttered.
A sweet laugh met his ears. “It’s not. Just one lick, okay? We’ll do it together.” He scooted towards him, waiting for the elder to do the same.
Knowing he had already lost, Youngjae sighed and opened his mouth. Jongup stuck one finger inside the hot cavern as he inserted another into his own mouth. Their lips were only centimeters apart as they finished ridding his hand of the stickiness.
Jongup let his finger loose with a pop, grinning brightly. “Did you like it?”
“It tastes like bleach.” Youngjae complained, gagging slightly.
“No silly, the other thing.” His eyes turned mischievous. “Do you feel like you can cross ‘do something crazy’ off your list now?”
Feeling brave only because of the residual whiskey still flooding his system, he really had no tolerance at all, Youngjae shook his head.
“No?” Jongup looked disappointed. “Why not?”
“Because I didn’t do anything crazy. You did.” Youngjae stammered, eyes passing over the visible bulge in Jongup’s jeans.
Jongup’s lips curled up mischievously. “Are you saying you want to do something to me?”
Even though he was drunk and he could vaguely see the outline of a second Jongup, Youngjae still felt embarrassed when he nodded his head. “I want more.” He muttered, crinkling his nose up so fucking adorably that Jongup had to use all of his strength not to throw him down into the aisle and take him rough and hard.
Jongup took a quick glance around the plane, glad that they had the seats all the way in the back. No one could see them unless they turned around and Jongup would be able to know ahead of time if someone was coming towards them.
“Come here.” He patted his lap and motioned for Youngjae to sit down. “You’ve trusted me this far.” He said, noticing his wary expression. “What’s a little longer?”
Youngjae grabbed the blanket to pull off of him, but Jongup’s hand stopped him. “No, bring the blanket with you. If anyone notices us they won’t be able to see anything. We’ll just pretend you’re asleep.”
“Won’t be able to s-see what?” Youngjae asked, slowly standing up and trying to quietly scoot himself over to Jongup’s side.
Jongup grabbed him by his slim hips and jerked him backwards, making him fall ungracefully onto his lap. “Won’t be able to see me fucking you.” He murmured into his ear, starting to rock his erection up into Youngjae’s bottom.
Youngjae hissed and grabbed onto the muscular thighs underneath him. “What?” He gasped as Jongup attached his lips to the nape of his neck, sucking so hard he knew there would be marks leftover for days. “We’re not- Not really going to…?”
The blanket was pulled up around his chest as his answer. “You’re in charge of holding the blanket up.” Jongup informed him, slipping his hands underneath to tug the already undone pants back down below his knees. “Where’s that eye mask?”
Half-heartedly pointing towards his bag, Youngjae’s body started to instinctually move itself in rhythm with Jongup’s.
“God hyung.” He groaned, wrapping an arm around Youngjae’s waist to hold him tight against his body while he reached over to grab the mask. “You are so sexy.” He buried his face in Youngjae’s messy black hair while sliding the mask over his head, fitting it snugly over his eyes.
“What are you…?” Youngjae was breathless as he turned his head from side to side confusedly.
“Shh.” Jongup stuck his arms back under the blanket, lifting Youngjae up a little so that he could unsnap his own button. “Just close your eyes and relax.” He wiggled his jeans and boxers down his legs, the both of them biting back moans when their heated skin came in contact with each others.
He could feel Youngjae start to panic. “Just breathe hyung.” He whispered into his ear, running his hands across the smooth expanse of flesh above him. Jongup was trying his hardest not to cum just from the feel of this ass and thighs on top of him. “I promise I’ll make you feel so good.”
The boy above him slowly started to relax as Jongup trailed his fingers teasingly over his belly, the younger not liking his flinching. He could tell Youngjae was self-conscious of his baby fat, but it just made him all the more adorable to Jongup. “You are so amazing, hyung.” Pulling a hand out, he hurriedly stuck three of his fingers into his mouth and put as much saliva as he could on them. There was no possibly reason he had for expecting this to happen, so he had no lube or lotion handy. “This is going to hurt a lot at first.” He warned him. Youngjae didn’t have to say it out loud for Jongup to know that this was his first time. He wanted Youngjae to enjoy it and be comfortable more than he wanted it for himself. “But it will get better, okay?”
Youngjae nodded, holding the blanked with one hand and gripping onto the armrest with the other. Jongup slid his hand between their bodies, running his finger around Youngjae’s entrance for a second, just wanting to hear the gasp the boy made. He breached his opening with one finger only, letting him get used to the feeling. A low whine sounded from Youngjae’s throat as his body tried to reject the intrusion. Jongup was amazed at the tightness around his finger. He was glad he had wet three fingers because Youngjae needed stretched out or Jongup knew he would be badly hurt. Imagining that tight heat enveloping him had him clenching his eyes, trying to control his arousal.
“Don’t fight it.” Jongup said, using his free hand to grab Youngjae’s soft cock, pumping it slowly back to life. “This would be so much easier if we were alone. I would have you begging all night.” His words were doing just as much to relax the scared boy as his warm grip was doing. “I want to hear your husky voice moan my name.” He continued, slipping another finger in while Youngjae was mesmerized by his soft words. “The screams I would pull from your lips, the cries as I bent you over and gripped my hands in your hair.”
Youngjae’s head dropped to his chest as the images poured into his mind. The seductive boy was driving him insane with emotions. These types of feelings had never revealed themselves to him before. His ass was hurting, sure, but it was drowned out by the sound of Jongup pounding through his brain.
“More.” He demanded, shifting his bottom, causing Jongup to grab him firmly by the thighs as he inserted the last digit inside him, scissoring his way through the loosened channel. Knowing the inner workings of a man inside and out (this wasn’t Jongup’s first time by far), he scratched his blunt nail against a far wall, forcing Youngjae to release the armrest and slap his hand over his mouth as a high-pitched moan tried to escape from his gritted teeth.
“Feel good yet?” Jongup asked tightly.
“Mmhmm.” Youngjae mumbled into his palm, his body starting to rock in tune with Jongup’s fingers. He gave Youngjae's cock one last stroke before removing his hand and gently pulling his fingers out.
“This will hurt even more, okay?” He spat into his hand, using it to rub into himself, wishing he had something, anything, to use as lube to make this easier for Youngjae. “Just for a few seconds.”
He picked Youngjae’s hips up and positioned him over his throbbing dick, letting him sink down as slow as he needed to.
Youngjae’s body was trembling as he eased himself down, teeth clattering together at the intense pain radiating through his body. “Hurts.” He cried in a shaky voice.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” Jongup wanted to cover his mouth with his own and swallow all of his cries and groans, but he knew this was the only way this could happen. He was dying to cover his entire face in soft butterfly kisses, easing his pain and letting him know he understood and he hated his first time was in the back of a plane, forced to hold back every sound he needed to make.
When Youngjae was seated firmly on his lap, Jongup swiveled his hips a little, seeing how he reacted to it.
“Oh god!” Youngjae hissed quietly, throwing his head back on Jongup’s shoulder.
“Tell me when it’s okay to move.” Jongup pressed his lips to the exposed neck that was bared to him, raking his teeth across his pulse point. Youngjae was without a doubt the tightest person he had ever been with, a fact that made Jongup’s dick swell even more at his want for the elder boy.
After a few long, long minutes, Youngjae finally was squeeze Jongup’s thighs as a sign to go ahead.
Jongup grabbed his hips so tight that there were crescent shaped scars imprinted into his skin for hours afterwards. He used all of the strength he had left to pick Youngjae up, just to drop him back down.
Even though they were barely moving, Youngjae could feel Jongup all through his body, inside his skin, in his blood, in his soul. The mask covering his eyes made it so that all of his other senses were heightened.
“Jongup…” He whimpered, needing him to move faster. “Please!”
“I can’t… I can’t fuck you the way you deserve, hyung.” He stammered into his skin. “The way this should be would w-wake everyone up.” Even if he couldn’t lift Youngjae up very far, he knew he could increase his speed. If dancing was good for anything, it was that it improved his stamina.
Jongup was the one who had to bite back a moan this time as Youngjae started to meet his thrusts with pushes of his own, his body already knowing what to do without even having to be taught. A little disappointed, Jongup wanted to be the one to teach him these things, but when they were completely alone and had more time. But there was no way he was going to steer him another direction, an eager to please Youngjae was sexy.
The way the boys quiet whines grew more and more needy let Jongup know he was close. The almost wanton way he was moving his body was about to drive him to the edge, too.
He decided it was time to go to the next stage.
He sunk down in the seat a little, pulling Youngjae down with him, using the new position to angle himself differently. This caused him to lodge himself in one spot and hit the elder’s prostate with every movement, so instead of thrusting he just jerked Youngjae’s hips back and forth over him.
“Jongup, Jongup!” Youngjae’s voice was starting to gain in strength, worrying the younger that someone would wake up. But when he looked down to see Youngjae’s sweaty hair plastered to his forehead and his mouth dropped open while he panted against his shoulder, he couldn’t care less who heard.
“I’m going to cum.” Jongup whimpered, eyes fluttered at the tight walls closing in around him.
Youngjae’s breaths started to come in fast pants as his orgasm approached. He turned his head towards the youngers, his hair tickling Jongup’s lips.
“Jongup I’m-“ Was all he got out before Jongup felt some of his hot cum hit the top of the blanket and fall back down to his thighs.
He managed to hold out for a few more seconds, but only because the sight of Youngjae’s orgasm face distracted him. Once he came down from his high, Jongup released inside of him, causing the spent boy to sigh contentedly, small puffs of air hitting Jongup’s forehead.
“Wow.” Jongup laughed breathlessly as he pulled his hips back, removing himself and running his lips across the collapsed boys hair. “Well, I’ve never done that before.”
Youngjae snorted as he snuggled in closer to Jongup’s warmth. He was finally able to pull the damned eye mask off and wrap his arms around the smaller boys neck, just like he had been needing to the entire time he was inside of him.
“Are you tired?” He asked, reaching down to pull Youngjae’s jeans back up and help him maneuver back inside of them. “I’m fucking exhausted.”
Yawning, looked up at him with a perplexed expression. “I am.” His voice sounded surprised. “I never get sleepy on planes.”
“Looks like you just needed someone to tire you.” Jongup winked.
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so smug.” He muttered, reluctantly pulling himself off the youngers comfortable lap and moving back to his own seat.
Jongup quickly got himself situated in his pants again before wrapping an arm around the surprised boy and pulling him against his chest. “Can you mark it off your list now?”
He smiled, his lips pressed firmly against Jongup’s tank top. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Jongup scoffed. “If sex at 50,000 feet isn’t crazy then I don’t know what is!”
"Hm." Youngjae let out a happy smile and peered up at him. "I can't believe we did that."
Jongup laughed quietly, as he folded the messy blanket up and moved it aside. "You are a horny drunk, what can I say?"
"Yah!"
"Joking, joking!" He flinched at the smacks raining down on his legs. "We both make horny drunks. Better?"
"Yes." Youngjae agreed. His brows furrowed as he contemplated something. "You know... I've now had sex and I haven't even had my first kiss."
Jongup's eyes widened in shock. He knew Youngjae was inexperienced, that much was obvious the second he met him. But this threw him for a loop. He pressed his lips firmly against Youngjae's forehead. "The second we get off the plane you're coming home with me and we'll fix that okay?"
Youngjae's cheeks blushed a dark red. "You-You want me to come home with you? I thought this was just..." He trailed off, not wanting to embarrass himself.
"You thought this was what? A one time thing?" Jongup's eyes dimmed at his words. "I didn't want it to be. Did you?"
His head shaking rapidly, Youngjae muttered a soft "No".
"Good. We both agree. Now you can come hope with me happily."
"But what about..." Youngjae gripped onto his waist harder. "Your ex."
Jongup was quiet for a minute. "We didn't live together if that's what you're asking. I share an apartment with a friend." He sighed. "I put in the note that I was sorry but I just couldn't do that anymore. I didn't know what else to do."
"Do you regret it?"
He chuckled. "I regret not telling him sooner." He admitted. "It spent a lot of time building up inside of me. But it's over now." His fingers brushed through Youngjae's still slightly damp hair. "And being here with you, on this plane, has made me happier than I've been in years."
"We don't even know each other." Youngjae complained. "I don't... Oh geez! I don't even know your last name." He sat up and covered his face. "I'm a whore!"
Jongup pulled his hands down and forced him back into his side. "You're not a whore, hyung. Stop freaking out. We just moved a little faster than other people." He brought Youngjae's shaky hand up to his lips and pressed kisses against each of his fingers. "It's Moon, by the way."
"Yoo." Youngjae whispered, watching the way Jongup's lips fluttered over his skin. "Yoo Youngjae."
"See. Now we know something else about each other!" He frowned as another yawn erupted from Youngjae's mouth. "Let's go to sleep, okay?"
Youngjae nodded, his head falling heavily against Jongup's shoulder. Jongup braided their fingers together and laid their hands in his lap, both of them falling into a deep, unexpected sleep.
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"Youngjae-hyung?" A slight shake on his shoulders had Youngjae frowning. "Hyung! The plane is landing, you need to wake up!"
"W-What?" His eyes fluttered open as he met the amused ones of his seatmate. "Jongup?" The memories of what they had done flashed through his now sober mind, causing Youngjae to gasp. "Jongup!"
A loud laugh boomed in his ears. "Let me guess, now that you're not drunk you're suddenly shy?" His eyes turned sly as he ran his hand up Youngjae's thigh. The knowledge of what had happened the last time he did this made Youngjae shudder with desire. "See? You might act ashamed, but we both know you don't regret it." His low voice in Youngjae's ears was like a drug, instantly relaxing him. "Don't ever be ashamed around me, hyung." He continued, his fingers tracing slow circles along his hipbone. "I like you just the way you are."
Youngjae fisted his hands together. "You do?"
"Mm. I do. Don't you like me, too?" Youngjae knew without looking that that goddamn lip was back out.
"Yes." He let their gazes meet, both of them grinning widely. "I do."
The plane bumped as it hit the tarmac, both boys not even noticing. They whispered to each other quietly as the plane taxied it's way to the gate and was connected to the airport.
"Are you ready?" Jongup asked, standing up and grabbing his bag from the overhead. "When do you have to be back at work?"
"Monday." Youngjae answered, zipping his backpack back up, blushing at the sight of the eye mask inside it.
Today was Friday. Jongup grinned, knowing they had the whole weekend together. And if Youngjae lived an hour away, they could still see each other regularly.
He let Youngjae into the aisle first, following close behind with his hand firmly on his lower back. He didn't have to look at Youngjae's face to know that adorable blush was covering it.
"How many bags do you have?" Jongup asked, as they waited for the carousel to bring their suitcases around. He saw his and made a grab for it.
"Just one." Youngjae replied distractedly as he scanned the numerous bags for his own. He saw the bright yellow suitcase turn the corner and scooted in front of Jongup to reach for it. "Got it!" He grinned, turning back to follow the smaller boy out of the mob of people.
Jongup snatched it out of his hands, easily carrying it with his own. "I've got it." He smiled smugly, flexing his muscles for him.
Rolling his eyes, Youngjae let him have this, already able to tell that Jongup liked being seen as manly.
They entered the waiting area, both boys laughing as they discussed everything they were going to do together that weekend.
"HYUNG!" A loud voice sounded out behind them causing Jongup's face to pale. He dropped their bags and spun around. "Jongup-hyung!" An abnormally tall blonde boy with bouncy curls and a large dimpled grin was running towards them waving his arms around.
"Oh fuck." Jongup hissed under his breath right before he was attacked and pulled away from Youngjae's side into a bruising hug.
"Hyung!" The giant boy cried into his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! Whatever I did, I can fix it, I promise. I love you, I'm so sorry!"
Jongup awkwardly patted his back, giving Youngjae a panicked look. "Junhong-ah?" He finally managed to pry them apart. "What are you doing here? How did you know I would be here?"
"The dance school called." He answered, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. "You left a bag there and I was your emergency contact. Why didn't you tell me you were leaving? Why did you do that, hyung? I just, I woke up and there was a note by my bed and I couldn't find you and Himchan-hyung said you had left that morning for England and why would you do that?" The tears started to fall again as he let his emotions out.
"Junhonggie..." Jongup was at a loss for words as he shrugged weakly at Youngjae. "You shouldn't have-"
"I think I'm going to head home." Youngjae interrupted. "It was nice to meet you Junhong-ssi. I heard a lot about you on the plane home." He smiled brightly at them as he grabbed his suitcase from Jongup's feet.
The smaller boy reached an arm out for him, trying to get him to stop. "No, hyung! Wait! Just let me-"
Youngjae pulled himself out of his reach. "I am glad I met you Jongup-ssi." He knew his grin waswide, but he couldn't help but let his eyes show his disappointment. "I hope you are happy in life."
He turned and strode purposefully away, ignoring the pleas from behind him to stop.
There was no way he could go home with Jongup now. Not after seeing what Jongup was giving up, not after looking in the heartbroken boys eyes. It was obvious his ex loved him and would do anything to get him back.
And Youngjae couldn't be the one to stand in the way of that.
So he went home. He unpacked his suitcase.
And he sadly laid his eye mask by his bed.