Let the Walls Break Down (2/2)
Title: Let the Walls Break Down (2/2)
Pairing: Hyukjae/Sungmin
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 5991 words (11606 total)
Summary: AU. Neither of them knew they'd find a love like this in one cold winter night.
[ Part 1 | Part 2]
Sungmin encounters Hyukjae again the next night. Only because he doesn't show up for work that day and Jungsoo calls Hyukjae worried that he might have done something to his star stripper. Hyukjae has to assure Jungsoo that he did not kill the stripper and would go to his apartment and check on him.
He feels too sick to go to work, and he feels too sick to answer the knock at his door. His body isn't reacting well to not having the heroine, and he hates Hyukjae because he's sent his body into withdrawal. He tried to find a new dealer last night, but he couldn't find any, and Sungmin doesn't remember how he got back to his apartment and into his bed, but he doesn't really give a fuck at the moment. He only stares at the door, shakes and sweats even more, and tries to kick the blanket off because even though they turned his heat off, it's burning inside.
The knocking continues and Sungmin doesn't have the strength to scream for them to go away. The door slides open and he can see Hyukjae standing in the doorway, looking at him through the beads. Sungmin really needs to buy a lock for that door. He hears Hyukjae sigh and he can't remember blinking before the beads are pushed aside.
"Fuck," Hyukjae says and he musters the strength to nod his head. His mouth feels dry and he can't get the words up to spit at Hyukjae how much he hates him.
Sungmin's been in withdrawal once when he tried to give up the heroine, and he promised himself he'd never go back there again, no matter how much anyone begged him. This time though, some fucking stranger by the name of Lee fucking Hyukjae - who had no business taking his stash - brought this to him.
The rapper moves away and the beads fall back in to place and he can hear the running of water. Hyukjae returns a minute later, works himself on to the bed, and places a wet cloth on his head and holds up a glass of water for him. He's shaking too much to hold the glass and he hears the other man sigh. Sungmin hates that noise and when he gets his stash back and stops shaking, he's going to slap him for sighing so much and causing his withdrawal. Hyukjae helps him sit up as much as he can, and brings the glass to his lips. Hyukjae tilts the cup and he opens his mouth, glad for the water that cools his burning throat.
When he's done drinking, Hyukjae pulls the cup away, places it on the nightstand outside of the bed, and takes the washcloth off of his head. He pats it on his cheeks, on his neck, and runs it over his bare chest. Sungmin's sweating, breathing hard, and he knows his shaking and all of this won't stop until he gets the needle and the heroine back. Hyukjae knows this too, but he has a feeling he isn't going to cave.
"I-I f-f-fucking ha-a-ate y-you." he manages to stutter out because his shaking is even affecting his speech. Hyukjae just smiles, ignores what he says to dab at his forehead.
He tries to glower at him but he can't do it because his eyes are starting to hurt. He has to close his eyes and he feels the bed shift, the weight leave. He hears the water running again, Hyukjae curses, and then the bed shifts again. A bowl of water is placed next to him and Hyukjae dips the washcloth into the water, squeezes the excess water out, and then lifts it to run it along his throat.
"You're not going to die," Hyukjae continues to dab at his face, and no matter how much Sungmin hates him, he's slightly happy he's here, "You're just going to feel like a piece of shit for the next couple of weeks."
Sungmin would roll his eyes and say something smart in reply, but he can't manage to do that.
"Jungsoo was worried about you, that's why I'm here." Hyukjae explains and he laughs - which comes out more like he's kind of choking - at those words.
Jungsoo doesn't care about him, he cares more about the money he's losing. If he's going to feel like this for a couple of weeks, then Sungmin is sure he's out of work. His boss is not going to wait for that couple of weeks for him to get better. But when Sungmin thinks about it, it's not going to be a couple of weeks because Hyukjae is going to leave and his dealer will be coming back on Tuesday of next week. He thinks he can survive till then. As soon as Hyukjae leaves, he's going to try and get up, try and get a dealer, and make the shaking go away.
Hyukjae looks down at him pointedly, and he tries to open his eyes to look back at him, but he can't quite manage it. Sungmin has a feeling he won't be able to open his eyes again for a long time. His body hurts from all the shaking and spasms his body is going through, and all he wants to do is sleep.
He coughs a little and Hyukjae brings the cup of water back to his lips. He can't open his mouth and Hyukjae has to do it, his fingers a feather against his chapped lips. When the water flows over his tongue and down the back of his throat, the shaking seems to stop for a bit. He can hear Hyukjae put the cup back on the nightstand, and then he feels his body being pushed down, the sheets placed half on his body and half off to keep him cool.
"Sleep," Hyukjae whispers in his ear and for some reason, Sungmin thinks the rapper is going to kiss him until Hyukjae pulls away.
When Sungmin's finally able to open his eyes again - even though they hurt and he's still sweating and his body is hot - he can't tell if it's morning or late sometime in the afternoon. He's not sure how long he's been asleep, but something in the back of his mind is ruling out that it's the afternoon and that it's the next day. His body still gives little spasms, but it isn't as bad as the first day, but Sungmin knows it's just going to get worse again.
He pulls himself up, pulls his knees so they're resting against his chest, and then runs a hand through his messy hair. His arms spasm with the movement, and when Sungmin tries to lean back into the pillows, a wave of nausea hits him and he curls up on his side, clutching his stomach. He's not sure if this nausea is due to the lack of heroine pumping through his veins, or if it's because he hasn't eaten since yesterday morning. Not sure if he can stomach any food, he bites down on his lip to try and ignore the sickness rushing through his stomach, tries to think of other things, and then it starts all over again.
He feels extremely sick, feels like he just got hit by a freight train and he won't be able to survive. The spasms start again, small at first until they're violent and Sungmin starts to sweat. The muscles in his stomach tighten painfully and all he wants is that shot of heroine that will make this all stop.
Sungmin remembers when he first started doing heroine and he promised himself that he wouldn't get addicted. It turned out that Sungmin was extremely wrong.
"F-Fuc-ck," he stutters out, manages to turn his body so he's on his back and his stomach doesn't hurt as much, but it still hurts.
Sungmin thinks lightly of where Hyukjae is, prays that he didn't leave him. As if hearing his thoughts, the beads are pushed back and Hyukjae is there, a bowl of steaming water in one hand and a cup of water in the other. The cup gets placed on the nightstand, and the bowl of water on the bed. Hyukjae crawls further onto the bed, even though the bed is barely big enough for Sungmin.
He eyes the bowl of water and he hears Hyukjae chuckle lightly, "Sora once said if you put a hot washcloth on your stomach, you can relax the muscles and the cramping will stop." Hyukjae explains, shrugs off the coat he's wearing and sticks his hands into the water. He hisses, but removes the washcloth anyways, rings out the water they don't need, and then with the other hand pulls back the thin sheet that was covering Sungmin.
"It's going to burn," he places the cloth on his stomach and Sungmin hisses. It really does burn, and he doesn't like it. He wants the cloth off of his stomach, arches his back up a little to try and make it fall off, but Hyukjae places his hand on his chest and gently pushes him back down, "I told you it was going to burn."
He chuckles and Sungmin only glares because this isn't funny, but Hyukjae is right. His stomach is unclenching and he's starting to feel only a little bit better, but he still wants his heroine. Because once the pain in his stomach goes away, everything else becomes even more obvious. His arms are starting to ache badly from the spasms and there's still that nausea resting in the pit of his stomach. The sweat's gathering around his body and Sungmin feels disgusting. He's been lying in a pool of sweat for two days.
"S-show-wer?" he questions and Hyukjae looks down at him, and Sungmin can tell he's not sure. Then Hyukjae bites his lip like he does - Sungmin would smile because they have something in common, almost - and then nods his head.
He moves the bowl of water out of the way and takes the cloth from his stomach. Hyukjae moves off the bed to make room for him to move and Sungmin can only look at him. He doesn't have the strength to push himself up, let alone make it to the bathroom. Hyukjae sighs and pushes the beads as far away as he can, and then leans back on the bed to help him. Sungmin manages to lift his arms up, wrap them around Hyukjae's neck, and then the taller male moves back, brings him with him. Hyukjae hooks one arm under his legs and lifts him up. Sungmin has to immediately lean his head against Hyukjae's shoulder because the movement caused his head to spin. Hyukjae waits for a moment, and then heads towards the bathroom.
When they get in there, Hyukjae places him on the covered toilet seat, and turns his back to give Sungmin some privacy. He takes a deep breath, and slips his fingers down to his jeans. Through shaky fingers, he's able to pop the button out and somehow work the zipper down. Sungmin takes another deep breath, lifts his hips, and manages to slide his jeans down over his shaking hips. He has to stop and take a rest, and half of the stripper wants to call out to Hyukjae for help, but that would be too needy and Lee Sungmin's not a needy person, usually.
"H-Hyukjae," he calls out and the other guy turns around, ready to help him. Sungmin gives him a soft smile - the first he's been able to manage in a long time - and gestures to the shower. Sungmin, even though it would be easy, doesn't have enough strength to remove his underwear. It doesn't really matter, they probably need washing anyway. Hyukjae gets the gesture and turns the faucet on, and pulls the nub at the top to change from bath to shower.
Sungmin rests his head against the wall, tilts his neck so the water hits just right, and then closes his eyes. He doesn't remember falling asleep, but he remembers strong arms lifting him up.
***
It's Tuesday of next week, and Sungmin's sitting on a table that he placed next to the window a long time ago. He's drawn his knees up to his chest, wrapped his arms around his knees, and is currently resting his head in the nest he created. The window's not open because that would let all the heat that's flowing in through the vents. Truthfully, Sungmin's missed the heat for a long time, but he still enjoys the crisp wind of winter and the numbness it brings. His body still spasms, lightly, and he still has that nausea feeling in the pit of his stomach. But he's getting better. Sungmin's not sure if he should be grateful to Hyukjae, or still hate him.
Hyukjae has stuck around the whole week. He's gotten used to his presence and needing to rely on the younger male for help. Hyukjae, currently, is sitting at the kitchen table, holding onto a mug of hot chocolate and Sungmin can feel his eyes sweep over his body every now and then. He's not sure what's going to happen when Hyukjae leaves, because they've never really discussed it. Truthfully, he doesn't want Hyukjae to leave. They formed a sort of friendship that Sungmin loves, and more importantly, he loves having him around. Not to help him when the withdrawal gets violent, but because Sungmin's been so lonely lately.
When Sungmin goes to work, he has plenty of people keeping him occupied, but they only see him has an object of desire and beauty, and none of the conversations Sungmin has with his customers are very intelligent or interesting. There's Jungsoo - who, no matter how much of an asshole and workaholic he might be - offers Sungmin a job and intelligent conversations. But Jungsoo has Kangin, his fiancé, to return to when the day's over, and Sungmin really has no one. He left whatever friends and family he had in Goyang, and he's not the type of person who goes around looking for love.
Sungmin hears the chair be pushed against the wooden floor, steps, and then Hyukjae's warm hand is on his shoulder. He lifts his head and Hyukjae offers his mug and with a soft smile, Sungmin takes the mug. Even though it stings, it burns, he likes the taste of chocolate.
"I'm going to go now," Sungmin almost chokes on the drink from what he's heard, "But I think you'll be alright, yes? You won't go back to that shit, will you?"
Hyukjae's eyes are looking down at him with hope in them and he brings the mug away from his lips and nods, lightly. Sungmin doesn't want him to leave. The rapper's eyes soften for a moment and all he can do is stare at him. His fingers are shaking. Then Hyukjae steps back, heading to the door. A duffel bag is there - Sungmin didn't notice it till now - and he finally moves when Hyukjae slides the door open.
"Hyukjae!" he yells, launches himself from the table and lets the mug fall to the floor. The mug breaks and hot chocolate goes spilling, but he doesn't care.
Hyukjae has stopped right outside the doorway, and Sungmin's to him in a flash, grabbing his sleeve to make sure he doesn't move.
"What's wrong?" Concern lacing his words and Sungmin is shaking even more. He doesn't like to be attached to people, but he really doesn't want Hyukjae to leave him. Hyukjae grabs his elbows, pulls him closer, and Sungmin can now make out more colours than he thought he could in Hyukjae's eyes, "Sungmin?"
Sungmin doesn't know what gets a hold of him, but he finds himself tilting his head up, rising on his toes, and pressing his lips to Hyukjae's. The other man doesn't pull back or push him away, but he doesn't respond to the kiss. At first. Then Hyukjae's hands drop from his elbows and settle on his waist, pulling him closer. And like a reflex, he lifts his arms, wraps them around the younger man's neck and then Hyukjae breaks the kiss. Sungmin stares up and Hyukjae stares down at him before he wraps his arms around Sungmin's body and hugs him.
"Do you want me to stay?" he asks and Sungmin chuckles a little.
He nods his head and whispers back, "Please." Getting a smile in return.
Sungmin can feel Hyukjae's hands slip down, rest over the curve of his ass, and then slid further down to rest just below. He takes a deep breath, presses his lips to Hyukjae's chin. He pulls back - only a little - and then kisses the musician again. Hyukjae smiles into the kiss and when they break apart, he feels just a bit playful.
"I thought you weren't gay, Hyukkie." A smile lacing his lips but it falls when he sees Hyukjae slip away, staring down at him. His hands slip away, and then Sungmin's ass connects with the floor. Hyukjae towers over him, and he looks up in confusion. "Hyukjae, what's going -"
"You're right. I'm not gay." Hyukjae cuts him off and he feels the side of his eyes start to get wet.
Sungmin hasn't cried since he first stepped foot in Seoul and he's definitely not going to cry now because of this man. He narrows his eyes into dangerous slits and stands up, the same time Hyukjae grabs his duffel bag and steps back.
"I hate you!" Sungmin spits. Before Hyukjae can say anything, he goes back into his apartment and slams the door shut; making sure it doesn't snap back because it's a sliding door. There's not a knock on his door. Nothing. Sungmin thinks he hears feet descending the stairs. He goes to the mug lying on the floor, picks up what ever is left of it, and then throws it at the wall, collapsing to the floor when the mug breaks again against the wall.
***
It's a year later when Sungmin sees Hyukjae again. He's not sure if he should be afraid, angry, or happy.
When he slides the door open to his heated apartment, he's really not paying attention. He throws his jacket off - it's still the one Hyukjae gave him, and he swears that the only reason he still wears it is because he can't find a better one - half-slips, half-kicks, his shoes off and continues to count the money he's earned tonight. He's humming some song he was dancing to, and it's when he moves into the kitchen that he notices another presence in his apartment.
A mug of hot chocolate is sitting on the kitchen table, and lying on the floor next to the table is a familiar looking duffel bag. Sungmin's eyes narrow before he whirls around and there is Hyukjae standing behind him. He's not sure if he wants to hug or punch him, he chooses the latter.
Hyukjae immediately grabs his cheek as soon as Sungmin has done slapping him. Sungmin doesn't even wait for Hyukjae to say something before he grabs the money he dropped on the table and storms into the bathroom. The rapper, surprisingly, is right on his heels. He stops in the doorway when he sees what Sungmin is doing. He's saving up money so he doesn't have to live like this anymore. He keeps all the money he earns in a metal container under the floorboards of his bathroom. He's on his knees, prying back the floorboard to lift the container out and ignores Hyukjae. He pulls the container out and slams it on the floor next to him harder then he wanted to, but right now Sungmin is angry. And if Hyukjae doesn't back up, he might slap him again.
He lifts the lid off and slips the money in to its place before finally lifting his head to look at the man before him, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
He stands up and Hyukjae takes a step back, but Sungmin doesn't do anything to him, just slams his foot on the floorboard so it'll go back into place. Hyukjae is still rubbing at his cheek, and Sungmin smiles almost happily at him, "If you're here for another lap dance, then go somewhere else. You didn't appreciate the first one."
Sungmin tries pushing past Hyukjae but he grabs his arm, yanks him back, and then kisses him. His eyes go wide in shock, and Hyukjae is close. Still, he allows Hyukjae's entrance to his mouth when his tongue slides over his lips.
Hyukjae is a good kisser, he supposes, and finds himself pushing his body against him and attaching his fingers to his cheeks. Hyukjae's hands rest on his hips, rocking their bodies slowly and Sungmin pulls away to moan. He shouldn't be doing this. The first time they kissed, Hyukjae pushed him away and caused him a year of almost heartache. At the moment, he should be angry with this guy, should be trying to scratch his eyes out, but he can't muster the strength.
Because fuck, he's not gonna deny it, he missed Hyukjae.
He rests his forehead against Hyukjae's, takes deep breaths, and tries not to think of the consequences of what might happen between the two of them. Sungmin doesn't know what might happen, but by the way his body is reacting and rocking he can only assume that it might take place between the sheets. Hyukjae breathes hard in his ear, and then grabs his chin, tilting his head up so their eyes meet. Hyukjae's eyes look darker under the rim of his hat. It scares Sungmin because he can't tell what's going through the musician's head.
"I--," Hyukjae takes another deep breath, closes his mouth, and then reopens it. No words come out and Sungmin kisses his lips, softly, reassuringly.
"I made one big fucking mistake leaving you," he continues and Sungmin snorts because, fuck, it was one big fucking mistake. Hyukjae licks his lips and squeezes Sungmin's hips. Not too hard to bruise but he can feel it and enjoys it, "I was such a dick to you and you didn't deserve it. It's- I don't know, but I couldn't stop thinking about you. The whole time I was on tour, I kept thinking I had to get back here and check up on you; make sure you're not doing that shit again."
Hyukjae stops speaking and Sungmin shakes his head. He hasn't gone back to doing heroine, though. Hyukjae grins, kisses his forehead and then his lips in a light peck. "Min, I'm not gay okay, but- but damn, you're just something else. You know? It's just something else when it comes to you."
Sungmin didn't look convinced, so Hyukjae continues, "I look at you and- and, you know, you're just a chance I wanna take."
He pulls away, blinks at what Hyukjae has told him. Sungmin tells himself he's not going to be a fucking girl about this and cry, because he isn't a girl and he's going to take this all like the man he is. His head nods, and then he pushes a stray strand of hair out of his face. "You're such a fucking dick for what you did to me, but I'm glad you came back, Hyuk."
Hyukjae grins and the corners of Sungmin's lips turn up into a smile. The younger leans down and he starts up, in no time, their lips are connected again. Hyukjae's hands slide down, dip below the waistband of his jeans to touch his skin and Sungmin lifts his lips away to move them to his neck. He moans against the skin when Hyukjae's fingers pull out, push against the shirt he's wearing to show a pale expanse of skin. Sungmin's body arches and the rapper's teeth attack his throat, nipping lightly and then sucking to make the pain go away. He finds his eyes fluttering shut and then popping back open when Hyukjae's nimble fingers pop the button of his jeans out. Sungmin knew it would be leading here and at the moment, he doesn't give much of a damn.
The temperature in his apartment has risen twenty degrees and all he wants to do is shed his clothing and get down to business. He pulls away from Hyukjae, pushes his hands away from the hem of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head, letting the article of clothing fall to the floor. Hyukjae stares at his chest, just stares, and Sungmin is itching to slap him. Hyukjae knows he's a man, and if he's expecting actual boobs, then he better get the fuck out of his apartment.
So he's kind of shocked when Hyukjae says, "You're perfect," and leans down, covers one of Sungmin's nipples with his mouth.
He throws his head back, buries his fingers in the mess that is Hyukjae's hair that he's beginning to love. Sungmin's been pushed up against the sink and his back is starting to hurt from where the sink is digging into his lower back. He pushes his hands back, and the cup holding his toothbrush falls to the ground, bouncing against the wooden floor and making noise in the somewhat silence filled room. His hands brace the sides of the sink to keep himself steady, and his head rests against the cool of the mirror as Hyukjae sucks on his skin. Hyukjae's tongue slides from his nipple and down his chest to his bellybutton. It dips in, cool against hot and Sungmin moans, his knuckles turning white from the grip. Hyukjae pulls at his jeans and something snaps within him because hell, he is not going to do this in his bathroom.
Sungmin might be a stripper, but he isn't that dirty.
He grabs Hyukjae's hands, laces them together. Then he leans up, pushing Hyukjae away. When he's able to stand up straight, and he says, "Not in here."
He takes a deep breath because things are starting to spin a bit quickly and Hyukjae nods his head. Sungmin closes his eyes, runs a hand through his hair and when he opens his eyes again, Hyukjae is just grinning at him, his gums showing and Sungmin finds that extremely adorable. The taller man kisses him again, chaste, and then he grabs his hand, leads him out of the bathroom and to the bed that's still in the same place like a year ago.
He falls back onto the pillows and Hyukjae falls between his legs. Sungmin's not sure what this act is going to do because he's not psychic. He can't see into the future, so what sex is going to do to this... relationship, he doesn't know.
Hyukjae sits up and sheds his own shirt. His fingers come up to run over the muscles he didn't realise Hyukjae had and then he smiles, liking the ripping of the muscles as the other male shifts. Their lips meet once again and Sungmin wraps his arms around Hyukjae's neck, grinds up as Hyukjae grinds down. Sungmin almost bites his tongue at the friction. His jeans are still hanging off his hips and his zipper has slide down because of all the movement. The kiss breaks and he tugs at his jeans, arches his hips to get them off together with his boxers. When he finally does, he's lying underneath Hyukjae, bare.
Hyukjae's eyes sweep over his body and he only blinks up at him. He's used to having eyes all over his body, it's nothing new. Just a little part of him feels a bit shy, though, because this is a new intimacy he doesn't share with the men he strips for. It's not like Sungmin hasn't had sex before, it's just the fact that it seems only a little bit different when it comes to Hyukjae.
"Like what you see?" he jokes and Hyukjae laughs lightly before leaning down and pushing a strand of hair away from his ear and whispers, "Of course."
It sends chills up and down the stripper's back and he says, "That's good."
Their lips touch again and Sungmin sucks on Hyukjae's bottom lip. Hyukjae moans - the first moan he's heard out of him - and damn, that's one sexy moan to Sungmin's ears. Somehow within a few seconds, Hyukjae is naked too and it's skin against skin. He can't help but notice how the light coming through the beads highlights each muscle on Hyukjae's body, or how good it feels to have Hyukjae between his legs. Hyukjae is humping, hips moving and causing some of the sweetest friction Sungmin has ever felt.
"Have- um, have you ever?" he manages to get out and Hyukjae stops. Sungmin watches some sweat run down his chest, he probably is nervous.
Hyukjae stutters and then shakes his head, "N-never with a boy."
Nodding his head, he rolls over slightly to search through the nightstand. He can feel Hyukjae's eyes on him as his hand searched and when he finds what he needs, he makes a little sound of triumph, "You- you have to stretch me first, okay?"
Hyukjae looks at the lube in his hand and Sungmin has to bite his lower lip not to laugh. Really, because what was he expecting? Hyukjae said he wasn't gay himself, he's only doing this because hello, he'll be doing it with Lee Sungmin.
Hyukjae blinks, opens the lube up and pours some of it onto his fingers, "I have to stick my fingers up yo--"
"Up my ass."
The musician stares down at him and he smirks, spreading his legs out, "Just- one finger first, and then you can add the others."
Hyukjae takes another deep breath, using one hand for support as he leads his lube fingers to Sungmin's entrance. Sungmin can tell he's nervous because Hyukjae moves slowly. It takes a few seconds for him to slip the first finger in and it's a slight burn because, honestly, Sungmin is not a hoe. It's been just over three months since the last time he had sex. Hyukjae wiggles the finger around and if they weren't having sex, Sungmin would be giggling at the look on his face. Hyukjae sooner becomes more daring and slips the second finger in and he winces. The younger man is just about to pull his fingers out, but he grabs his wrist and shakes his head.
"Just- just add the third one and we'll be fine."
Hyukjae looks at him, looks as he slips the third one in and moves them. It's an aching pain, Sungmin thinks, but it's the good type of pain that makes his cheeks flush. He feels the other man pull his fingers out, push them back in, does this repeatedly until he makes a small noise.
"You ready?" Hyukjae asks and he nods his head with more enthusiasm than he wants.
Sungmin has been ready for this for what seems like a year. The five minutes he spent with that one guy three months ago was just for fun and Sungmin purposely made sure that he looked like Hyukjae, only with smaller eyes and more pointed nose. It's a bit obsessive, he thinks, but anyone who's been led on and gets attached has probably done the same thing.
Sungmin doesn't have to tell Hyukjae what to do now because the said guy positions himself. They lock eyes for only a second, then Hyukjae thrusts in to the hilt. He makes a noise that's a mix between pain and pleasure. Hyukjae waits only a fraction of a second before he pulls back and slides right back in. Sungmin moans because it feels just so good to finally be doing this, and he looks up at Hyukjae through a haze of lust. He can see him sweating above him, his eyes closed in concentration as he thrusts. It's on one particularly hard thrust that he hits Sungmin's spot. His back arches off the bed as Hyukjae hits it again and again.
For someone who hasn't had gay sex before, Hyukjae is pretty good, mostly because Sungmin reckons that sex is sex. All you have to do is thrust in and out of someone's body and you're having sex, plain and simple. And Hyukjae is pretty good at this whole thrusting thing.
All he can hear at the moment is their laboured breaths and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Sungmin cannot concentrate on anything else but the feel of Hyukjae's dick slipping in and out of his body. He pushes his ass back, wraps his arms around Hyukjae's neck to pull him closer and Hyukjae smashes their lips together. The kiss is sloppy and Sungmin can barely breathe through it.
He's close as the rapper hits his spot and by the way Hyukjae's pounding is speeding up, Sungmin knows he's close too. Sungmin reaches between their bodies, grabs his cock and starts to pump. It only takes a few more hard thrusts before he's spurting his seed. Hyukjae thrusts a few more times and then lets go, thrusting out his climax and then collapsing on top of him.
They somehow managed to disentangle themselves and lay next to one another before weariness lulls them to sleep.
Sungmin opens his eyes the next morning and Hyukjae is laying beside him. He has to blink a few times to remember why the rapper is there, and the sharp ache in his backside reminds him. Oh. A thin smile traces over his lips and he turns over to examine Hyukjae's face, slender fingers running their way over his chin and down his throat. He can't tell if Hyukjae is asleep or not, but if he isn't, he doesn't seem to mind his roaming hands. Sungmin's hands make their way to the musician's chest, his palms pressed flat against the smooth skin. He's not really paying attention because Hyukjae is now suddenly awake, grabs both of his hands, and then rolls his body so he's on top.
Their gazes lock and then it's like one of those moments Sungmin has seen in the movies: the moment where everything becomes sweet and the lovers kiss, well, lovingly.
Hyukjae pulls back, "I think I can get used to this," he says and Sungmin snorts, "This being gay stuff. I can get used to it."
His eyes roll, but all in good humour, "You can still like girls, you know. You can be bi, but while I'm around you better not stare at their breasts." Sungmin says with all seriousness and Hyukjae laughs a little. Nodding his head, Hyukjae locks their fingers together and scoots his body down to lay his head on his chest.
There was a short silence and then Hyukjae looks up at him and asks, "What about you, Min? I mean, are you still--"
"No," Sungmin answers as soon as he gets the message, "I'm planning to leave that kind of life, actually. And Jungsoo might be pissed off, but I don't really care anymore. I guess, I've given him enough money for the last couple of years."
Hyukjae props himself up on his elbows and looks at him, "Oh, so what are your plans?"
He's quiet for a moment, because honestly, he doesn't know either. He's sure he wants to quit being a stripper, though, that's why he keeps all his money, but now, he's just not sure. Sungmin thinks falling in love is complicated and he hates it.
When Sungmin has been quiet for too long, Hyukjae speaks up, "Do you, um, do you wanna come with me?"
Maybe, maybe that's just what he needed to hear. He thought that question would be met with tumbleweeds since he's not confident enough to ask. Before he realise what he's doing, Sungmin is pulling Hyukjae up so they're face to face.
Hyukjae smiles, "I'll take that as a yes."
Pairing: Hyukjae/Sungmin
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 5991 words (11606 total)
Summary: AU. Neither of them knew they'd find a love like this in one cold winter night.
[ Part 1 | Part 2]
Sungmin encounters Hyukjae again the next night. Only because he doesn't show up for work that day and Jungsoo calls Hyukjae worried that he might have done something to his star stripper. Hyukjae has to assure Jungsoo that he did not kill the stripper and would go to his apartment and check on him.
He feels too sick to go to work, and he feels too sick to answer the knock at his door. His body isn't reacting well to not having the heroine, and he hates Hyukjae because he's sent his body into withdrawal. He tried to find a new dealer last night, but he couldn't find any, and Sungmin doesn't remember how he got back to his apartment and into his bed, but he doesn't really give a fuck at the moment. He only stares at the door, shakes and sweats even more, and tries to kick the blanket off because even though they turned his heat off, it's burning inside.
The knocking continues and Sungmin doesn't have the strength to scream for them to go away. The door slides open and he can see Hyukjae standing in the doorway, looking at him through the beads. Sungmin really needs to buy a lock for that door. He hears Hyukjae sigh and he can't remember blinking before the beads are pushed aside.
"Fuck," Hyukjae says and he musters the strength to nod his head. His mouth feels dry and he can't get the words up to spit at Hyukjae how much he hates him.
Sungmin's been in withdrawal once when he tried to give up the heroine, and he promised himself he'd never go back there again, no matter how much anyone begged him. This time though, some fucking stranger by the name of Lee fucking Hyukjae - who had no business taking his stash - brought this to him.
The rapper moves away and the beads fall back in to place and he can hear the running of water. Hyukjae returns a minute later, works himself on to the bed, and places a wet cloth on his head and holds up a glass of water for him. He's shaking too much to hold the glass and he hears the other man sigh. Sungmin hates that noise and when he gets his stash back and stops shaking, he's going to slap him for sighing so much and causing his withdrawal. Hyukjae helps him sit up as much as he can, and brings the glass to his lips. Hyukjae tilts the cup and he opens his mouth, glad for the water that cools his burning throat.
When he's done drinking, Hyukjae pulls the cup away, places it on the nightstand outside of the bed, and takes the washcloth off of his head. He pats it on his cheeks, on his neck, and runs it over his bare chest. Sungmin's sweating, breathing hard, and he knows his shaking and all of this won't stop until he gets the needle and the heroine back. Hyukjae knows this too, but he has a feeling he isn't going to cave.
"I-I f-f-fucking ha-a-ate y-you." he manages to stutter out because his shaking is even affecting his speech. Hyukjae just smiles, ignores what he says to dab at his forehead.
He tries to glower at him but he can't do it because his eyes are starting to hurt. He has to close his eyes and he feels the bed shift, the weight leave. He hears the water running again, Hyukjae curses, and then the bed shifts again. A bowl of water is placed next to him and Hyukjae dips the washcloth into the water, squeezes the excess water out, and then lifts it to run it along his throat.
"You're not going to die," Hyukjae continues to dab at his face, and no matter how much Sungmin hates him, he's slightly happy he's here, "You're just going to feel like a piece of shit for the next couple of weeks."
Sungmin would roll his eyes and say something smart in reply, but he can't manage to do that.
"Jungsoo was worried about you, that's why I'm here." Hyukjae explains and he laughs - which comes out more like he's kind of choking - at those words.
Jungsoo doesn't care about him, he cares more about the money he's losing. If he's going to feel like this for a couple of weeks, then Sungmin is sure he's out of work. His boss is not going to wait for that couple of weeks for him to get better. But when Sungmin thinks about it, it's not going to be a couple of weeks because Hyukjae is going to leave and his dealer will be coming back on Tuesday of next week. He thinks he can survive till then. As soon as Hyukjae leaves, he's going to try and get up, try and get a dealer, and make the shaking go away.
Hyukjae looks down at him pointedly, and he tries to open his eyes to look back at him, but he can't quite manage it. Sungmin has a feeling he won't be able to open his eyes again for a long time. His body hurts from all the shaking and spasms his body is going through, and all he wants to do is sleep.
He coughs a little and Hyukjae brings the cup of water back to his lips. He can't open his mouth and Hyukjae has to do it, his fingers a feather against his chapped lips. When the water flows over his tongue and down the back of his throat, the shaking seems to stop for a bit. He can hear Hyukjae put the cup back on the nightstand, and then he feels his body being pushed down, the sheets placed half on his body and half off to keep him cool.
"Sleep," Hyukjae whispers in his ear and for some reason, Sungmin thinks the rapper is going to kiss him until Hyukjae pulls away.
When Sungmin's finally able to open his eyes again - even though they hurt and he's still sweating and his body is hot - he can't tell if it's morning or late sometime in the afternoon. He's not sure how long he's been asleep, but something in the back of his mind is ruling out that it's the afternoon and that it's the next day. His body still gives little spasms, but it isn't as bad as the first day, but Sungmin knows it's just going to get worse again.
He pulls himself up, pulls his knees so they're resting against his chest, and then runs a hand through his messy hair. His arms spasm with the movement, and when Sungmin tries to lean back into the pillows, a wave of nausea hits him and he curls up on his side, clutching his stomach. He's not sure if this nausea is due to the lack of heroine pumping through his veins, or if it's because he hasn't eaten since yesterday morning. Not sure if he can stomach any food, he bites down on his lip to try and ignore the sickness rushing through his stomach, tries to think of other things, and then it starts all over again.
He feels extremely sick, feels like he just got hit by a freight train and he won't be able to survive. The spasms start again, small at first until they're violent and Sungmin starts to sweat. The muscles in his stomach tighten painfully and all he wants is that shot of heroine that will make this all stop.
Sungmin remembers when he first started doing heroine and he promised himself that he wouldn't get addicted. It turned out that Sungmin was extremely wrong.
"F-Fuc-ck," he stutters out, manages to turn his body so he's on his back and his stomach doesn't hurt as much, but it still hurts.
Sungmin thinks lightly of where Hyukjae is, prays that he didn't leave him. As if hearing his thoughts, the beads are pushed back and Hyukjae is there, a bowl of steaming water in one hand and a cup of water in the other. The cup gets placed on the nightstand, and the bowl of water on the bed. Hyukjae crawls further onto the bed, even though the bed is barely big enough for Sungmin.
He eyes the bowl of water and he hears Hyukjae chuckle lightly, "Sora once said if you put a hot washcloth on your stomach, you can relax the muscles and the cramping will stop." Hyukjae explains, shrugs off the coat he's wearing and sticks his hands into the water. He hisses, but removes the washcloth anyways, rings out the water they don't need, and then with the other hand pulls back the thin sheet that was covering Sungmin.
"It's going to burn," he places the cloth on his stomach and Sungmin hisses. It really does burn, and he doesn't like it. He wants the cloth off of his stomach, arches his back up a little to try and make it fall off, but Hyukjae places his hand on his chest and gently pushes him back down, "I told you it was going to burn."
He chuckles and Sungmin only glares because this isn't funny, but Hyukjae is right. His stomach is unclenching and he's starting to feel only a little bit better, but he still wants his heroine. Because once the pain in his stomach goes away, everything else becomes even more obvious. His arms are starting to ache badly from the spasms and there's still that nausea resting in the pit of his stomach. The sweat's gathering around his body and Sungmin feels disgusting. He's been lying in a pool of sweat for two days.
"S-show-wer?" he questions and Hyukjae looks down at him, and Sungmin can tell he's not sure. Then Hyukjae bites his lip like he does - Sungmin would smile because they have something in common, almost - and then nods his head.
He moves the bowl of water out of the way and takes the cloth from his stomach. Hyukjae moves off the bed to make room for him to move and Sungmin can only look at him. He doesn't have the strength to push himself up, let alone make it to the bathroom. Hyukjae sighs and pushes the beads as far away as he can, and then leans back on the bed to help him. Sungmin manages to lift his arms up, wrap them around Hyukjae's neck, and then the taller male moves back, brings him with him. Hyukjae hooks one arm under his legs and lifts him up. Sungmin has to immediately lean his head against Hyukjae's shoulder because the movement caused his head to spin. Hyukjae waits for a moment, and then heads towards the bathroom.
When they get in there, Hyukjae places him on the covered toilet seat, and turns his back to give Sungmin some privacy. He takes a deep breath, and slips his fingers down to his jeans. Through shaky fingers, he's able to pop the button out and somehow work the zipper down. Sungmin takes another deep breath, lifts his hips, and manages to slide his jeans down over his shaking hips. He has to stop and take a rest, and half of the stripper wants to call out to Hyukjae for help, but that would be too needy and Lee Sungmin's not a needy person, usually.
"H-Hyukjae," he calls out and the other guy turns around, ready to help him. Sungmin gives him a soft smile - the first he's been able to manage in a long time - and gestures to the shower. Sungmin, even though it would be easy, doesn't have enough strength to remove his underwear. It doesn't really matter, they probably need washing anyway. Hyukjae gets the gesture and turns the faucet on, and pulls the nub at the top to change from bath to shower.
Sungmin rests his head against the wall, tilts his neck so the water hits just right, and then closes his eyes. He doesn't remember falling asleep, but he remembers strong arms lifting him up.
***
It's Tuesday of next week, and Sungmin's sitting on a table that he placed next to the window a long time ago. He's drawn his knees up to his chest, wrapped his arms around his knees, and is currently resting his head in the nest he created. The window's not open because that would let all the heat that's flowing in through the vents. Truthfully, Sungmin's missed the heat for a long time, but he still enjoys the crisp wind of winter and the numbness it brings. His body still spasms, lightly, and he still has that nausea feeling in the pit of his stomach. But he's getting better. Sungmin's not sure if he should be grateful to Hyukjae, or still hate him.
Hyukjae has stuck around the whole week. He's gotten used to his presence and needing to rely on the younger male for help. Hyukjae, currently, is sitting at the kitchen table, holding onto a mug of hot chocolate and Sungmin can feel his eyes sweep over his body every now and then. He's not sure what's going to happen when Hyukjae leaves, because they've never really discussed it. Truthfully, he doesn't want Hyukjae to leave. They formed a sort of friendship that Sungmin loves, and more importantly, he loves having him around. Not to help him when the withdrawal gets violent, but because Sungmin's been so lonely lately.
When Sungmin goes to work, he has plenty of people keeping him occupied, but they only see him has an object of desire and beauty, and none of the conversations Sungmin has with his customers are very intelligent or interesting. There's Jungsoo - who, no matter how much of an asshole and workaholic he might be - offers Sungmin a job and intelligent conversations. But Jungsoo has Kangin, his fiancé, to return to when the day's over, and Sungmin really has no one. He left whatever friends and family he had in Goyang, and he's not the type of person who goes around looking for love.
Sungmin hears the chair be pushed against the wooden floor, steps, and then Hyukjae's warm hand is on his shoulder. He lifts his head and Hyukjae offers his mug and with a soft smile, Sungmin takes the mug. Even though it stings, it burns, he likes the taste of chocolate.
"I'm going to go now," Sungmin almost chokes on the drink from what he's heard, "But I think you'll be alright, yes? You won't go back to that shit, will you?"
Hyukjae's eyes are looking down at him with hope in them and he brings the mug away from his lips and nods, lightly. Sungmin doesn't want him to leave. The rapper's eyes soften for a moment and all he can do is stare at him. His fingers are shaking. Then Hyukjae steps back, heading to the door. A duffel bag is there - Sungmin didn't notice it till now - and he finally moves when Hyukjae slides the door open.
"Hyukjae!" he yells, launches himself from the table and lets the mug fall to the floor. The mug breaks and hot chocolate goes spilling, but he doesn't care.
Hyukjae has stopped right outside the doorway, and Sungmin's to him in a flash, grabbing his sleeve to make sure he doesn't move.
"What's wrong?" Concern lacing his words and Sungmin is shaking even more. He doesn't like to be attached to people, but he really doesn't want Hyukjae to leave him. Hyukjae grabs his elbows, pulls him closer, and Sungmin can now make out more colours than he thought he could in Hyukjae's eyes, "Sungmin?"
Sungmin doesn't know what gets a hold of him, but he finds himself tilting his head up, rising on his toes, and pressing his lips to Hyukjae's. The other man doesn't pull back or push him away, but he doesn't respond to the kiss. At first. Then Hyukjae's hands drop from his elbows and settle on his waist, pulling him closer. And like a reflex, he lifts his arms, wraps them around the younger man's neck and then Hyukjae breaks the kiss. Sungmin stares up and Hyukjae stares down at him before he wraps his arms around Sungmin's body and hugs him.
"Do you want me to stay?" he asks and Sungmin chuckles a little.
He nods his head and whispers back, "Please." Getting a smile in return.
Sungmin can feel Hyukjae's hands slip down, rest over the curve of his ass, and then slid further down to rest just below. He takes a deep breath, presses his lips to Hyukjae's chin. He pulls back - only a little - and then kisses the musician again. Hyukjae smiles into the kiss and when they break apart, he feels just a bit playful.
"I thought you weren't gay, Hyukkie." A smile lacing his lips but it falls when he sees Hyukjae slip away, staring down at him. His hands slip away, and then Sungmin's ass connects with the floor. Hyukjae towers over him, and he looks up in confusion. "Hyukjae, what's going -"
"You're right. I'm not gay." Hyukjae cuts him off and he feels the side of his eyes start to get wet.
Sungmin hasn't cried since he first stepped foot in Seoul and he's definitely not going to cry now because of this man. He narrows his eyes into dangerous slits and stands up, the same time Hyukjae grabs his duffel bag and steps back.
"I hate you!" Sungmin spits. Before Hyukjae can say anything, he goes back into his apartment and slams the door shut; making sure it doesn't snap back because it's a sliding door. There's not a knock on his door. Nothing. Sungmin thinks he hears feet descending the stairs. He goes to the mug lying on the floor, picks up what ever is left of it, and then throws it at the wall, collapsing to the floor when the mug breaks again against the wall.
***
It's a year later when Sungmin sees Hyukjae again. He's not sure if he should be afraid, angry, or happy.
When he slides the door open to his heated apartment, he's really not paying attention. He throws his jacket off - it's still the one Hyukjae gave him, and he swears that the only reason he still wears it is because he can't find a better one - half-slips, half-kicks, his shoes off and continues to count the money he's earned tonight. He's humming some song he was dancing to, and it's when he moves into the kitchen that he notices another presence in his apartment.
A mug of hot chocolate is sitting on the kitchen table, and lying on the floor next to the table is a familiar looking duffel bag. Sungmin's eyes narrow before he whirls around and there is Hyukjae standing behind him. He's not sure if he wants to hug or punch him, he chooses the latter.
Hyukjae immediately grabs his cheek as soon as Sungmin has done slapping him. Sungmin doesn't even wait for Hyukjae to say something before he grabs the money he dropped on the table and storms into the bathroom. The rapper, surprisingly, is right on his heels. He stops in the doorway when he sees what Sungmin is doing. He's saving up money so he doesn't have to live like this anymore. He keeps all the money he earns in a metal container under the floorboards of his bathroom. He's on his knees, prying back the floorboard to lift the container out and ignores Hyukjae. He pulls the container out and slams it on the floor next to him harder then he wanted to, but right now Sungmin is angry. And if Hyukjae doesn't back up, he might slap him again.
He lifts the lid off and slips the money in to its place before finally lifting his head to look at the man before him, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
He stands up and Hyukjae takes a step back, but Sungmin doesn't do anything to him, just slams his foot on the floorboard so it'll go back into place. Hyukjae is still rubbing at his cheek, and Sungmin smiles almost happily at him, "If you're here for another lap dance, then go somewhere else. You didn't appreciate the first one."
Sungmin tries pushing past Hyukjae but he grabs his arm, yanks him back, and then kisses him. His eyes go wide in shock, and Hyukjae is close. Still, he allows Hyukjae's entrance to his mouth when his tongue slides over his lips.
Hyukjae is a good kisser, he supposes, and finds himself pushing his body against him and attaching his fingers to his cheeks. Hyukjae's hands rest on his hips, rocking their bodies slowly and Sungmin pulls away to moan. He shouldn't be doing this. The first time they kissed, Hyukjae pushed him away and caused him a year of almost heartache. At the moment, he should be angry with this guy, should be trying to scratch his eyes out, but he can't muster the strength.
Because fuck, he's not gonna deny it, he missed Hyukjae.
He rests his forehead against Hyukjae's, takes deep breaths, and tries not to think of the consequences of what might happen between the two of them. Sungmin doesn't know what might happen, but by the way his body is reacting and rocking he can only assume that it might take place between the sheets. Hyukjae breathes hard in his ear, and then grabs his chin, tilting his head up so their eyes meet. Hyukjae's eyes look darker under the rim of his hat. It scares Sungmin because he can't tell what's going through the musician's head.
"I--," Hyukjae takes another deep breath, closes his mouth, and then reopens it. No words come out and Sungmin kisses his lips, softly, reassuringly.
"I made one big fucking mistake leaving you," he continues and Sungmin snorts because, fuck, it was one big fucking mistake. Hyukjae licks his lips and squeezes Sungmin's hips. Not too hard to bruise but he can feel it and enjoys it, "I was such a dick to you and you didn't deserve it. It's- I don't know, but I couldn't stop thinking about you. The whole time I was on tour, I kept thinking I had to get back here and check up on you; make sure you're not doing that shit again."
Hyukjae stops speaking and Sungmin shakes his head. He hasn't gone back to doing heroine, though. Hyukjae grins, kisses his forehead and then his lips in a light peck. "Min, I'm not gay okay, but- but damn, you're just something else. You know? It's just something else when it comes to you."
Sungmin didn't look convinced, so Hyukjae continues, "I look at you and- and, you know, you're just a chance I wanna take."
He pulls away, blinks at what Hyukjae has told him. Sungmin tells himself he's not going to be a fucking girl about this and cry, because he isn't a girl and he's going to take this all like the man he is. His head nods, and then he pushes a stray strand of hair out of his face. "You're such a fucking dick for what you did to me, but I'm glad you came back, Hyuk."
Hyukjae grins and the corners of Sungmin's lips turn up into a smile. The younger leans down and he starts up, in no time, their lips are connected again. Hyukjae's hands slide down, dip below the waistband of his jeans to touch his skin and Sungmin lifts his lips away to move them to his neck. He moans against the skin when Hyukjae's fingers pull out, push against the shirt he's wearing to show a pale expanse of skin. Sungmin's body arches and the rapper's teeth attack his throat, nipping lightly and then sucking to make the pain go away. He finds his eyes fluttering shut and then popping back open when Hyukjae's nimble fingers pop the button of his jeans out. Sungmin knew it would be leading here and at the moment, he doesn't give much of a damn.
The temperature in his apartment has risen twenty degrees and all he wants to do is shed his clothing and get down to business. He pulls away from Hyukjae, pushes his hands away from the hem of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head, letting the article of clothing fall to the floor. Hyukjae stares at his chest, just stares, and Sungmin is itching to slap him. Hyukjae knows he's a man, and if he's expecting actual boobs, then he better get the fuck out of his apartment.
So he's kind of shocked when Hyukjae says, "You're perfect," and leans down, covers one of Sungmin's nipples with his mouth.
He throws his head back, buries his fingers in the mess that is Hyukjae's hair that he's beginning to love. Sungmin's been pushed up against the sink and his back is starting to hurt from where the sink is digging into his lower back. He pushes his hands back, and the cup holding his toothbrush falls to the ground, bouncing against the wooden floor and making noise in the somewhat silence filled room. His hands brace the sides of the sink to keep himself steady, and his head rests against the cool of the mirror as Hyukjae sucks on his skin. Hyukjae's tongue slides from his nipple and down his chest to his bellybutton. It dips in, cool against hot and Sungmin moans, his knuckles turning white from the grip. Hyukjae pulls at his jeans and something snaps within him because hell, he is not going to do this in his bathroom.
Sungmin might be a stripper, but he isn't that dirty.
He grabs Hyukjae's hands, laces them together. Then he leans up, pushing Hyukjae away. When he's able to stand up straight, and he says, "Not in here."
He takes a deep breath because things are starting to spin a bit quickly and Hyukjae nods his head. Sungmin closes his eyes, runs a hand through his hair and when he opens his eyes again, Hyukjae is just grinning at him, his gums showing and Sungmin finds that extremely adorable. The taller man kisses him again, chaste, and then he grabs his hand, leads him out of the bathroom and to the bed that's still in the same place like a year ago.
He falls back onto the pillows and Hyukjae falls between his legs. Sungmin's not sure what this act is going to do because he's not psychic. He can't see into the future, so what sex is going to do to this... relationship, he doesn't know.
Hyukjae sits up and sheds his own shirt. His fingers come up to run over the muscles he didn't realise Hyukjae had and then he smiles, liking the ripping of the muscles as the other male shifts. Their lips meet once again and Sungmin wraps his arms around Hyukjae's neck, grinds up as Hyukjae grinds down. Sungmin almost bites his tongue at the friction. His jeans are still hanging off his hips and his zipper has slide down because of all the movement. The kiss breaks and he tugs at his jeans, arches his hips to get them off together with his boxers. When he finally does, he's lying underneath Hyukjae, bare.
Hyukjae's eyes sweep over his body and he only blinks up at him. He's used to having eyes all over his body, it's nothing new. Just a little part of him feels a bit shy, though, because this is a new intimacy he doesn't share with the men he strips for. It's not like Sungmin hasn't had sex before, it's just the fact that it seems only a little bit different when it comes to Hyukjae.
"Like what you see?" he jokes and Hyukjae laughs lightly before leaning down and pushing a strand of hair away from his ear and whispers, "Of course."
It sends chills up and down the stripper's back and he says, "That's good."
Their lips touch again and Sungmin sucks on Hyukjae's bottom lip. Hyukjae moans - the first moan he's heard out of him - and damn, that's one sexy moan to Sungmin's ears. Somehow within a few seconds, Hyukjae is naked too and it's skin against skin. He can't help but notice how the light coming through the beads highlights each muscle on Hyukjae's body, or how good it feels to have Hyukjae between his legs. Hyukjae is humping, hips moving and causing some of the sweetest friction Sungmin has ever felt.
"Have- um, have you ever?" he manages to get out and Hyukjae stops. Sungmin watches some sweat run down his chest, he probably is nervous.
Hyukjae stutters and then shakes his head, "N-never with a boy."
Nodding his head, he rolls over slightly to search through the nightstand. He can feel Hyukjae's eyes on him as his hand searched and when he finds what he needs, he makes a little sound of triumph, "You- you have to stretch me first, okay?"
Hyukjae looks at the lube in his hand and Sungmin has to bite his lower lip not to laugh. Really, because what was he expecting? Hyukjae said he wasn't gay himself, he's only doing this because hello, he'll be doing it with Lee Sungmin.
Hyukjae blinks, opens the lube up and pours some of it onto his fingers, "I have to stick my fingers up yo--"
"Up my ass."
The musician stares down at him and he smirks, spreading his legs out, "Just- one finger first, and then you can add the others."
Hyukjae takes another deep breath, using one hand for support as he leads his lube fingers to Sungmin's entrance. Sungmin can tell he's nervous because Hyukjae moves slowly. It takes a few seconds for him to slip the first finger in and it's a slight burn because, honestly, Sungmin is not a hoe. It's been just over three months since the last time he had sex. Hyukjae wiggles the finger around and if they weren't having sex, Sungmin would be giggling at the look on his face. Hyukjae sooner becomes more daring and slips the second finger in and he winces. The younger man is just about to pull his fingers out, but he grabs his wrist and shakes his head.
"Just- just add the third one and we'll be fine."
Hyukjae looks at him, looks as he slips the third one in and moves them. It's an aching pain, Sungmin thinks, but it's the good type of pain that makes his cheeks flush. He feels the other man pull his fingers out, push them back in, does this repeatedly until he makes a small noise.
"You ready?" Hyukjae asks and he nods his head with more enthusiasm than he wants.
Sungmin has been ready for this for what seems like a year. The five minutes he spent with that one guy three months ago was just for fun and Sungmin purposely made sure that he looked like Hyukjae, only with smaller eyes and more pointed nose. It's a bit obsessive, he thinks, but anyone who's been led on and gets attached has probably done the same thing.
Sungmin doesn't have to tell Hyukjae what to do now because the said guy positions himself. They lock eyes for only a second, then Hyukjae thrusts in to the hilt. He makes a noise that's a mix between pain and pleasure. Hyukjae waits only a fraction of a second before he pulls back and slides right back in. Sungmin moans because it feels just so good to finally be doing this, and he looks up at Hyukjae through a haze of lust. He can see him sweating above him, his eyes closed in concentration as he thrusts. It's on one particularly hard thrust that he hits Sungmin's spot. His back arches off the bed as Hyukjae hits it again and again.
For someone who hasn't had gay sex before, Hyukjae is pretty good, mostly because Sungmin reckons that sex is sex. All you have to do is thrust in and out of someone's body and you're having sex, plain and simple. And Hyukjae is pretty good at this whole thrusting thing.
All he can hear at the moment is their laboured breaths and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Sungmin cannot concentrate on anything else but the feel of Hyukjae's dick slipping in and out of his body. He pushes his ass back, wraps his arms around Hyukjae's neck to pull him closer and Hyukjae smashes their lips together. The kiss is sloppy and Sungmin can barely breathe through it.
He's close as the rapper hits his spot and by the way Hyukjae's pounding is speeding up, Sungmin knows he's close too. Sungmin reaches between their bodies, grabs his cock and starts to pump. It only takes a few more hard thrusts before he's spurting his seed. Hyukjae thrusts a few more times and then lets go, thrusting out his climax and then collapsing on top of him.
They somehow managed to disentangle themselves and lay next to one another before weariness lulls them to sleep.
Sungmin opens his eyes the next morning and Hyukjae is laying beside him. He has to blink a few times to remember why the rapper is there, and the sharp ache in his backside reminds him. Oh. A thin smile traces over his lips and he turns over to examine Hyukjae's face, slender fingers running their way over his chin and down his throat. He can't tell if Hyukjae is asleep or not, but if he isn't, he doesn't seem to mind his roaming hands. Sungmin's hands make their way to the musician's chest, his palms pressed flat against the smooth skin. He's not really paying attention because Hyukjae is now suddenly awake, grabs both of his hands, and then rolls his body so he's on top.
Their gazes lock and then it's like one of those moments Sungmin has seen in the movies: the moment where everything becomes sweet and the lovers kiss, well, lovingly.
Hyukjae pulls back, "I think I can get used to this," he says and Sungmin snorts, "This being gay stuff. I can get used to it."
His eyes roll, but all in good humour, "You can still like girls, you know. You can be bi, but while I'm around you better not stare at their breasts." Sungmin says with all seriousness and Hyukjae laughs a little. Nodding his head, Hyukjae locks their fingers together and scoots his body down to lay his head on his chest.
There was a short silence and then Hyukjae looks up at him and asks, "What about you, Min? I mean, are you still--"
"No," Sungmin answers as soon as he gets the message, "I'm planning to leave that kind of life, actually. And Jungsoo might be pissed off, but I don't really care anymore. I guess, I've given him enough money for the last couple of years."
Hyukjae props himself up on his elbows and looks at him, "Oh, so what are your plans?"
He's quiet for a moment, because honestly, he doesn't know either. He's sure he wants to quit being a stripper, though, that's why he keeps all his money, but now, he's just not sure. Sungmin thinks falling in love is complicated and he hates it.
When Sungmin has been quiet for too long, Hyukjae speaks up, "Do you, um, do you wanna come with me?"
Maybe, maybe that's just what he needed to hear. He thought that question would be met with tumbleweeds since he's not confident enough to ask. Before he realise what he's doing, Sungmin is pulling Hyukjae up so they're face to face.
Hyukjae smiles, "I'll take that as a yes."