Behind the Sex - Chapter 24
Title: Behind the Sex
Fandom(s) : U-KISS
Pairing(s): KeMaru
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: My second NaNoWriMo, and a rather bold decision, if I might say :)! Hopefully doesn't contain too much inaccuracies, and if it does, please ignore it? >_>?
Prologue :: Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7
Chapter 8 :: Chapter 9 :: Chapter 10 :: Chapter 11 :: Chapter 12 :: Chapter 13 :: Chapter 14 :: Chapter 15
Chapter 16 :: Chapter 17 :: Chapter 18 :: Chapter 19 :: Chapter 20 :: Chapter 21 :: Chapter 22
Chapter 23
“Huh?” The man gave Kibum a really weird look, and Kibum tried harder to convince the man to swop with him. He had met this man when returning the car to the brothel’s car park, and the man had been washing one of the cars. Kibum asked if he was a car washer or another chauffeur, and the man replied he was the latter.
Knowing he wasn’t in the best of mood to stay as Kevin’s driver, he tried to persuade this man to swop with him. He could work for the escort he was driving around, and this man would drive Kevin around. Or not, and Eli would pay him anyway. The man hesitated, seemingly rather attached to the escort he was driving around.
“She wouldn’t like it. She likes to talk about weather, with bombastic words that you’re expected to know, and she likes to imagine she’s in some castle, waiting for Prince Charming to come fetch her. Her mind spins very quickly, and with a few sentences you’re expected to catch on and act out a certain scene in her head. She’s very much interested in stories, afterall.” The man sighed, uneasy behaviour causing Kibum to wonder how difficult the escort might be.
“I’d really need your help.” Kibum bit his lower lip, using the most desperate tone he could manage and waiting for the man’s resolve to crumble. He was shaky, Kibum could tell. He was the sort of guy that couldn’t turn down pleas, and if the man rejected him once more, he would use the final tactic.
“For how many days?” The man frowned, visibly uncomfortable. At least he was considering, Kibum thought, which meant there was a higher chance he would agree now.
“Twenty three more days would be the best, but if our conflict resolves earlier than that, I would switch back as soon as possible.” Kibum smiled weakly, also troubled by the matter. If he was driving someone else around, at least he would be able to concentrate on that. Unlike resting at home and having his thoughts drifting over to Kevin having sex with another man, moaning and writhing under that very man.
-
Eli’s chauffeur had to bring Eli’s sister to a newly opened shopping centre about half an hour from where he was at the same time, and so Eli unwillingly told Kevin to get his chauffeur to bring him over. Kevin got into the familiar car, only to see an unfamiliar man.
Weird. He was sure he called Kibum to pick him up, and he remembered checking the car plate number before getting on.
“Am I on the wrong car?” Kevin raised an eyebrow, knowing the man was probably not anyone evil from his honest attire and very neat hairstyle. He looked rather afraid to turn and look at Kevin, only facing the road before him and then timidly shaking his head.
“I’m taking over the Kibum man.” He replied, then asked Kevin if the destination he had been texted was correct, before starting the car.
Kevin sat back, deciding to climb to the rear seats. He wasn’t the most comfortable person when in a confined space with a stranger, and the man didn’t seem to mind his movement. In fact, he did seem rather relieved that he was gone.
Why was Kibum not here and having his work being taken over by some other man? Was he sick? Maybe the bad mood caused a fever or something. Or did he decide to let someone else take his job because he didn’t want to see Kevin?
Kevin stopped at the thought, worrying his lower lip. He started feeling sorry towards the older man for his not-so-pleasant responses four days ago, although he had forgotten if he really did do anything wrong. A small part of him still fully believed that Kibum was at fault, though. Why was he blaming himself for Kibum’s bad mood? Yet, he wanted to see Kibum. He wanted to tell of all the ridiculous things Eli had done, and being unable to do so, it suddenly seemed as if he himself was the one at fault.
Getting to the hotel Eli was at faster than he thought, Kevin wordlessly reached for the door to get down from the car. The chauffeur panicked a little, asking if he was to come back and fetch Kevin, but the escort shook his head saying his patron had another plan for him. The man then nodded and waited for the car side door to shut, before driving away.
Kevin missed turning back to smile at the person on the driver’s seat.
Had he just lost the only friend he ever had?
-
“The pulchritudinous sunset, with a daunting streak of orange across the purple, emphasising the beautiful statuesque of the buildings in the city.” The escort Kibum was fetching sighed dreamily, and as the man had said, she really liked bombastic words, even if they were used wrongly. They barely carried the right description of the scene outside right now, but Kibum kept silent.
“I sit on my humble chair, waiting for you to save me. Come, come climb the stairs that would swallow you as a whole, come save me.” She suddenly called out, though her body was still against the backrest, hazy eyes looking out of the window.
From what Kibum knew, he was supposed to reply. But he didn’t, plainly waiting for her to be tired of all her antics.
“Why don’t you hear my sorrowful cry? As night engulfs the day, I’ll be unable to see your handsome features. So save me, before the night comes, before the dragon breathes fire upon you and set you on hungry flames.” The woman clawed the window, as if really trapped in a castle, calling out for a prince to save her.
Kibum wondered if she was insane, or purely interested in acting.
“Why, why did you leave me for some other man? Is my body not enough for your eyes?” Kibum swore he saw a tear slid down the beautiful women’s face. “And why did you leave me in the hands of a cruel mute, someone so insistent on sending me into the arms of another?”
Kibum stopped as the traffic lights turned red, signalling for him to step on the brake pedal. No wonder the man hesitated. He might have been in love with this lady, and she was, against the unwritten rules of her job, in love too.
Kibum felt rather sorry for her. He didn’t mean to spoil whatever relationship they had, and he was sure the man wouldn’t be interested in Kevin. Still, he didn’t want to feed her stories he wasn’t sure if they were true or not. What if, the man was just a chauffeur, and his hesitance was because he knew the woman didn’t have a very stable state of mind?
Another person, suffering from the wrath of this job. Maybe, she too, had an unknown past leading to her current state.
-
Eli started kissing him, and Kevin wasn’t sure when that started. Now, their sex wouldn’t feel completed if Eli hadn’t taken advantage of those pink, swollen lips, if Eli didn’t swallow the cries Kevin made. Fiercely advancing, ravishing the escort’s beautifully-shaped lips, Eli prodded his tongue into Kevin’s mouth to fight the tongue inside. Kevin didn’t respond, thinking about how long it had been since he kissed Kibum.
They were really weird friends. Do friends actually kiss each other?
Eli pulled away, frowning. “Kevin, are you sick?”
“No.” Kevin smiled, pecking Eli’s lips when he snapped out of his temporary trance. Eli didn’t seem to believe, gently laying Kevin down on the bed. The man below grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer for another heated kiss, and Eli decided that Kevin was really not sick. Enthusiastically tasting every single part of Kevin’s mouth, Eli smirked into the kiss as he heard a muffled moan.
Ridding their bodies of the clothes, Eli switched their position and nodded at Kevin, expecting him to understand. Kevin paused for a moment, suddenly at a loss of what to do. He frowned, straddling Eli first, before kissing down the man’s prominent jawline.
“Kevin.” Eli tugged roughly onto Kevin’s soft locks, and the escort wondered if he had done something wrong. “Suck there.”
Kevin nodded, agreeing with his subconscious that Kibum wouldn’t make him do so. They would usually ride on the atmosphere and do whatever their instincts told them to, such that there was never a wrong move, never a move too late or too soon. He lowered himself and kissed the length, forgetting Eli’s command while gently rubbing the other parts with his fingers. Licking up the pre-cum, Eli groaned, half wanting to tell Kevin to just suck but half enjoying the pleasures sent up to his head, clouding his thoughts and telling him to just shut up.
The escort got tired quicker than usual, head leaving the erection and hand getting ready to take over. The warmth emitting from Kevin could no longer be felt, causing Eli to look downwards and check what was happening. Kevin then held onto Eli’s standing proud erection and pumped it distractedly, unconcerned with the way Eli buckled his hips to the touch.
“Why are you thinking of something else?” Eli huffed, unhappy with Kevin’s behaviour. Kevin had been a very tamed and lovable kitten, but he seemed to have something disturbing his thoughts. Eli wasn’t sure if he had fallen in love, or if this was love, but he didn’t want anyone, anything else on Kevin’s head except for himself. “Look at me and think of me only.”
And Kevin was reminded of Kibum’s resounding question.
“Aren’t you tired?”
Kevin flinched when Eli sat up and cupped his face, uncomfortable with Eli’s fury eyes trying to make Kevin agree to the sentence. Hurriedly lowering himself to suck obscenely on the length, Eli’s back flew back down to be in contact with the bed, head incoherent once more.
Tongue trailing patterns on the said erection, Kevin felt Eli thrust upwards in an attempt to block his air passages. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder, hearing Eli pant heavily, the surrounding air having a distasteful smell of sex. Gently pushing Kevin away with his legs, Eli pressed Kevin down below him in a swift motion and entered him.
Kissing Kevin’s lips as if to ease the sudden invasion, Eli sighed at the burning friction caused by the meeting of their raw skin. He then thrust at an increasing speed, breathing heavily, desire evident in his hooded eyes. Kevin forgot to moan, face scrunched up as he thought about Kibum’s question.
Was he tired?
All these acting, all these moans of pleasure and smiles, as if he was enjoying it all. Was he tired of them? Eli doesn’t even give him time to ease his erection after he himself came, asking him to get dressed and walk around with a bulge in his pants while doing the entertain people bit because Eli didn’t care even just a little to entertain those old man.
There wasn’t even time to wash up, the patron only interested in his own release and his own hygiene.
That jerk.
Eli would sometimes stand before him to protect him from being groped, thankfully. Otherwise, the bunch of old man waiting to be entertained liked to touch Kevin all around. Not that Kevin wasn’t used to such hands all around him, but he wasn’t even paid to let these people take advantage of him. And with all the fake smiles that were straining his cheeks muscles, all the intelligent small talks that was hurting his head, he really did feel tired.
When people whisper behind his back, talking about how Eli, the rich heir to some really big company was gay with a fiancée, Kevin turned around to smile, as if mocking them for their gossips. They roll their enlarged eyes that was probably due to some cosmetic surgery, before looking away and sipping their high-class wine.
“Just some worthless whore, a sex kitten for the immature Eli. He will settle down sooner or later, his fiancée’s dad would make him, and this slut would end up sucking up to another man. He probably is looking for a target already.” Another voice somewhere further, loud and clear. Kevin turned to Eli and saw that he didn’t even flinch at those hurtful words. Even if Kevin was immune to these words, he felt horrible knowing that Eli didn’t even bother to wave those insults away.
Kibum wouldn’t do this. He would snarl at those people regardless of how pampered they were in their own houses, shooting back an insult they would be unable to rebut. If the situation calls for him to keep to himself, he would hug Kevin closer as if to tell him not to mind those words.
“You’re precious.” Kibum whispered, pressing his own wet eyes against Kevin’s shoulders. “Don’t speak of yourself this way, you’re not hurting only yourself with those words.”
He wasn’t worthless, no matter what he and every other person thought. He was precious, because Kibum said so.
He missed the quiet life he had previously. With his other customers, he didn’t need to do this whole lot of entertaining because they could never properly bring him out. They all had their families. Kibum…with Kibum, it was always with Kibum only. The time they had alone was always so private, and even if they were in a shopping centre squeezed between the crowd, it always felt so safe and secure. As if there were only the two of them.
That was how having a friend felt like, Kevin bitterly smiled.
Tired, he was crazily tired. Kibum had disappeared, whether for good, Kevin didn’t know. The one person who might actually care wasn’t there anymore. He didn’t like this feeling of loneliness, as if he was up against the world by himself. He shook Eli’s arm away from around his waist, hurrying to the nearest washroom, away from the high-class society that he didn’t fit.
Eli gave chase, but Kevin locked himself up in a cubicle before Eli could reach him.
“Kevin, did you eat something wrong?”
Kevin laughed inaudibly. So Eli honestly thought he was made of metal and any words can’t hurt him? Eli was just another man in for the sex, it seems. Even if he had bought one whole month, it doesn’t mean he needs to give anything else but money.
Somebody, anybody, please take him away.
“I don’t want to do this anymore. Take your refund, whatever. I don’t want to socialise with those men outside.” Kevin coldly replied, wiping the tears he never knew had formed. “Just leave me alone.”
“All right.” Eli bit his lower lip, hating the socialising things he had to do too. He was the only son his parents had, but that didn’t mean he had to like all these crap thrown at him, and Kevin probably needn’t like these things either. “We won’t do this anymore, we’ll leave and go for dinner, okay?”
“Really?” Kevin naively asked, as if a young child asking his mother if he could really have candies at night. He could really use a break and get some cakes for a sugar rush. Eli promised he would do as he had said, luring Kevin out of the cubicle.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Eli gently rubbed the red eyes, leaning closer to peck Kevin’s cheeks. “Wash up a little, then we’ll get food, all right?”
-
Booking a room in a five-star restaurant, Eli called for every dish on the menu to cheer Kevin up. The escort had felt hungry earlier, but when the dishes were one by one placed on the table, ranging from the freshly caught lobster to the imported organic vegetables, the hunger disappeared. Kevin didn’t have any appetite, even if Eli skipped to the desserts and got people to bring out a variety of ice-cream flavours.
“Are you sick?” Eli sighed, waving the waiters away. He frowned at the feast before him, and Kevin who refused to touch any of them.
“I don’t like these. Can we go to a desserts shop though? I know the auntie there and she sells really nice desserts.” Kevin asked, remembering of the desserts shop Kibum recommended. He remembered how sweet those simple desserts were, hungry for them.
Eli nodded tiredly, leaving the table full of different delicacies for the waiters to enjoy instead. He was never one born to please others, being the one born with a silver spoon in his mouth. If not for the fact that Kevin had really done many socialising in his stead, he probably wouldn’t care so much.
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“Thanks, auntie.”
Kevin stiffened, stopping in his tracks. Eli, who had his arm around Kevin, felt the sudden pause and stopped along. Looking questioningly at Kevin, the other only shook his head, waiting.
As expected, the voice that was so familiar belonged to Kibum. The older man eyed the duo as he exited the shop, watching the possessive arm around Kevin’s waist. He turned his head and continued walking forward, as if he didn’t know Kevin.
The two just plainly passed each other, not a word exchanged, not a glance into each other’s eyes. They looked like strangers to the clueless Eli, who probably didn’t realise he had seen Kibum with Kevin before.
“Oh? He just-” The shopkeeper quizzically looked at Kevin, and decided against speaking. “Hello, what would the both of you like?”
Kibum had been avoiding him. Kevin scanned the menu distractedly, trying to get his mind off Kibum. But Kibum had been avoiding him. He wished he could just run out of the shop and leave Eli wondering, finding Kibum and getting the older man to explain just what had happened between the two of them. Why was the bad mood lasting so long, and why did it ruin whatever existed between them two?
Eli didn’t like the small, narrow shop, fidgeting uncomfortably and choosing the most expensive dessert as if announcing his status. Kevin called for a bowl of mango ice, the one he remembered Kibum was so insistent on feeding him a spoon of.
”It’s really nice, it might look really cold but it wouldn’t give you a brain freeze if you chew.” Kibum cooed, tugging Kevin’s arm childishly.
Yet, even the sweetest mango ice dessert couldn’t overcome the bitterness in Kevin’s heart.
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This is so late, I'm so sorry!
Thank you to anyone who is still reading, I really appreciate it <3! :D
On a side note, I really like this chapter, cause it's so angsty :DDD!
Fandom(s) : U-KISS
Pairing(s): KeMaru
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: My second NaNoWriMo, and a rather bold decision, if I might say :)! Hopefully doesn't contain too much inaccuracies, and if it does, please ignore it? >_>?
Prologue :: Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7
Chapter 8 :: Chapter 9 :: Chapter 10 :: Chapter 11 :: Chapter 12 :: Chapter 13 :: Chapter 14 :: Chapter 15
Chapter 16 :: Chapter 17 :: Chapter 18 :: Chapter 19 :: Chapter 20 :: Chapter 21 :: Chapter 22
Chapter 23
“Huh?” The man gave Kibum a really weird look, and Kibum tried harder to convince the man to swop with him. He had met this man when returning the car to the brothel’s car park, and the man had been washing one of the cars. Kibum asked if he was a car washer or another chauffeur, and the man replied he was the latter.
Knowing he wasn’t in the best of mood to stay as Kevin’s driver, he tried to persuade this man to swop with him. He could work for the escort he was driving around, and this man would drive Kevin around. Or not, and Eli would pay him anyway. The man hesitated, seemingly rather attached to the escort he was driving around.
“She wouldn’t like it. She likes to talk about weather, with bombastic words that you’re expected to know, and she likes to imagine she’s in some castle, waiting for Prince Charming to come fetch her. Her mind spins very quickly, and with a few sentences you’re expected to catch on and act out a certain scene in her head. She’s very much interested in stories, afterall.” The man sighed, uneasy behaviour causing Kibum to wonder how difficult the escort might be.
“I’d really need your help.” Kibum bit his lower lip, using the most desperate tone he could manage and waiting for the man’s resolve to crumble. He was shaky, Kibum could tell. He was the sort of guy that couldn’t turn down pleas, and if the man rejected him once more, he would use the final tactic.
“For how many days?” The man frowned, visibly uncomfortable. At least he was considering, Kibum thought, which meant there was a higher chance he would agree now.
“Twenty three more days would be the best, but if our conflict resolves earlier than that, I would switch back as soon as possible.” Kibum smiled weakly, also troubled by the matter. If he was driving someone else around, at least he would be able to concentrate on that. Unlike resting at home and having his thoughts drifting over to Kevin having sex with another man, moaning and writhing under that very man.
-
Eli’s chauffeur had to bring Eli’s sister to a newly opened shopping centre about half an hour from where he was at the same time, and so Eli unwillingly told Kevin to get his chauffeur to bring him over. Kevin got into the familiar car, only to see an unfamiliar man.
Weird. He was sure he called Kibum to pick him up, and he remembered checking the car plate number before getting on.
“Am I on the wrong car?” Kevin raised an eyebrow, knowing the man was probably not anyone evil from his honest attire and very neat hairstyle. He looked rather afraid to turn and look at Kevin, only facing the road before him and then timidly shaking his head.
“I’m taking over the Kibum man.” He replied, then asked Kevin if the destination he had been texted was correct, before starting the car.
Kevin sat back, deciding to climb to the rear seats. He wasn’t the most comfortable person when in a confined space with a stranger, and the man didn’t seem to mind his movement. In fact, he did seem rather relieved that he was gone.
Why was Kibum not here and having his work being taken over by some other man? Was he sick? Maybe the bad mood caused a fever or something. Or did he decide to let someone else take his job because he didn’t want to see Kevin?
Kevin stopped at the thought, worrying his lower lip. He started feeling sorry towards the older man for his not-so-pleasant responses four days ago, although he had forgotten if he really did do anything wrong. A small part of him still fully believed that Kibum was at fault, though. Why was he blaming himself for Kibum’s bad mood? Yet, he wanted to see Kibum. He wanted to tell of all the ridiculous things Eli had done, and being unable to do so, it suddenly seemed as if he himself was the one at fault.
Getting to the hotel Eli was at faster than he thought, Kevin wordlessly reached for the door to get down from the car. The chauffeur panicked a little, asking if he was to come back and fetch Kevin, but the escort shook his head saying his patron had another plan for him. The man then nodded and waited for the car side door to shut, before driving away.
Kevin missed turning back to smile at the person on the driver’s seat.
Had he just lost the only friend he ever had?
-
“The pulchritudinous sunset, with a daunting streak of orange across the purple, emphasising the beautiful statuesque of the buildings in the city.” The escort Kibum was fetching sighed dreamily, and as the man had said, she really liked bombastic words, even if they were used wrongly. They barely carried the right description of the scene outside right now, but Kibum kept silent.
“I sit on my humble chair, waiting for you to save me. Come, come climb the stairs that would swallow you as a whole, come save me.” She suddenly called out, though her body was still against the backrest, hazy eyes looking out of the window.
From what Kibum knew, he was supposed to reply. But he didn’t, plainly waiting for her to be tired of all her antics.
“Why don’t you hear my sorrowful cry? As night engulfs the day, I’ll be unable to see your handsome features. So save me, before the night comes, before the dragon breathes fire upon you and set you on hungry flames.” The woman clawed the window, as if really trapped in a castle, calling out for a prince to save her.
Kibum wondered if she was insane, or purely interested in acting.
“Why, why did you leave me for some other man? Is my body not enough for your eyes?” Kibum swore he saw a tear slid down the beautiful women’s face. “And why did you leave me in the hands of a cruel mute, someone so insistent on sending me into the arms of another?”
Kibum stopped as the traffic lights turned red, signalling for him to step on the brake pedal. No wonder the man hesitated. He might have been in love with this lady, and she was, against the unwritten rules of her job, in love too.
Kibum felt rather sorry for her. He didn’t mean to spoil whatever relationship they had, and he was sure the man wouldn’t be interested in Kevin. Still, he didn’t want to feed her stories he wasn’t sure if they were true or not. What if, the man was just a chauffeur, and his hesitance was because he knew the woman didn’t have a very stable state of mind?
Another person, suffering from the wrath of this job. Maybe, she too, had an unknown past leading to her current state.
-
Eli started kissing him, and Kevin wasn’t sure when that started. Now, their sex wouldn’t feel completed if Eli hadn’t taken advantage of those pink, swollen lips, if Eli didn’t swallow the cries Kevin made. Fiercely advancing, ravishing the escort’s beautifully-shaped lips, Eli prodded his tongue into Kevin’s mouth to fight the tongue inside. Kevin didn’t respond, thinking about how long it had been since he kissed Kibum.
They were really weird friends. Do friends actually kiss each other?
Eli pulled away, frowning. “Kevin, are you sick?”
“No.” Kevin smiled, pecking Eli’s lips when he snapped out of his temporary trance. Eli didn’t seem to believe, gently laying Kevin down on the bed. The man below grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer for another heated kiss, and Eli decided that Kevin was really not sick. Enthusiastically tasting every single part of Kevin’s mouth, Eli smirked into the kiss as he heard a muffled moan.
Ridding their bodies of the clothes, Eli switched their position and nodded at Kevin, expecting him to understand. Kevin paused for a moment, suddenly at a loss of what to do. He frowned, straddling Eli first, before kissing down the man’s prominent jawline.
“Kevin.” Eli tugged roughly onto Kevin’s soft locks, and the escort wondered if he had done something wrong. “Suck there.”
Kevin nodded, agreeing with his subconscious that Kibum wouldn’t make him do so. They would usually ride on the atmosphere and do whatever their instincts told them to, such that there was never a wrong move, never a move too late or too soon. He lowered himself and kissed the length, forgetting Eli’s command while gently rubbing the other parts with his fingers. Licking up the pre-cum, Eli groaned, half wanting to tell Kevin to just suck but half enjoying the pleasures sent up to his head, clouding his thoughts and telling him to just shut up.
The escort got tired quicker than usual, head leaving the erection and hand getting ready to take over. The warmth emitting from Kevin could no longer be felt, causing Eli to look downwards and check what was happening. Kevin then held onto Eli’s standing proud erection and pumped it distractedly, unconcerned with the way Eli buckled his hips to the touch.
“Why are you thinking of something else?” Eli huffed, unhappy with Kevin’s behaviour. Kevin had been a very tamed and lovable kitten, but he seemed to have something disturbing his thoughts. Eli wasn’t sure if he had fallen in love, or if this was love, but he didn’t want anyone, anything else on Kevin’s head except for himself. “Look at me and think of me only.”
And Kevin was reminded of Kibum’s resounding question.
“Aren’t you tired?”
Kevin flinched when Eli sat up and cupped his face, uncomfortable with Eli’s fury eyes trying to make Kevin agree to the sentence. Hurriedly lowering himself to suck obscenely on the length, Eli’s back flew back down to be in contact with the bed, head incoherent once more.
Tongue trailing patterns on the said erection, Kevin felt Eli thrust upwards in an attempt to block his air passages. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder, hearing Eli pant heavily, the surrounding air having a distasteful smell of sex. Gently pushing Kevin away with his legs, Eli pressed Kevin down below him in a swift motion and entered him.
Kissing Kevin’s lips as if to ease the sudden invasion, Eli sighed at the burning friction caused by the meeting of their raw skin. He then thrust at an increasing speed, breathing heavily, desire evident in his hooded eyes. Kevin forgot to moan, face scrunched up as he thought about Kibum’s question.
Was he tired?
All these acting, all these moans of pleasure and smiles, as if he was enjoying it all. Was he tired of them? Eli doesn’t even give him time to ease his erection after he himself came, asking him to get dressed and walk around with a bulge in his pants while doing the entertain people bit because Eli didn’t care even just a little to entertain those old man.
There wasn’t even time to wash up, the patron only interested in his own release and his own hygiene.
That jerk.
Eli would sometimes stand before him to protect him from being groped, thankfully. Otherwise, the bunch of old man waiting to be entertained liked to touch Kevin all around. Not that Kevin wasn’t used to such hands all around him, but he wasn’t even paid to let these people take advantage of him. And with all the fake smiles that were straining his cheeks muscles, all the intelligent small talks that was hurting his head, he really did feel tired.
When people whisper behind his back, talking about how Eli, the rich heir to some really big company was gay with a fiancée, Kevin turned around to smile, as if mocking them for their gossips. They roll their enlarged eyes that was probably due to some cosmetic surgery, before looking away and sipping their high-class wine.
“Just some worthless whore, a sex kitten for the immature Eli. He will settle down sooner or later, his fiancée’s dad would make him, and this slut would end up sucking up to another man. He probably is looking for a target already.” Another voice somewhere further, loud and clear. Kevin turned to Eli and saw that he didn’t even flinch at those hurtful words. Even if Kevin was immune to these words, he felt horrible knowing that Eli didn’t even bother to wave those insults away.
Kibum wouldn’t do this. He would snarl at those people regardless of how pampered they were in their own houses, shooting back an insult they would be unable to rebut. If the situation calls for him to keep to himself, he would hug Kevin closer as if to tell him not to mind those words.
“You’re precious.” Kibum whispered, pressing his own wet eyes against Kevin’s shoulders. “Don’t speak of yourself this way, you’re not hurting only yourself with those words.”
He wasn’t worthless, no matter what he and every other person thought. He was precious, because Kibum said so.
He missed the quiet life he had previously. With his other customers, he didn’t need to do this whole lot of entertaining because they could never properly bring him out. They all had their families. Kibum…with Kibum, it was always with Kibum only. The time they had alone was always so private, and even if they were in a shopping centre squeezed between the crowd, it always felt so safe and secure. As if there were only the two of them.
That was how having a friend felt like, Kevin bitterly smiled.
Tired, he was crazily tired. Kibum had disappeared, whether for good, Kevin didn’t know. The one person who might actually care wasn’t there anymore. He didn’t like this feeling of loneliness, as if he was up against the world by himself. He shook Eli’s arm away from around his waist, hurrying to the nearest washroom, away from the high-class society that he didn’t fit.
Eli gave chase, but Kevin locked himself up in a cubicle before Eli could reach him.
“Kevin, did you eat something wrong?”
Kevin laughed inaudibly. So Eli honestly thought he was made of metal and any words can’t hurt him? Eli was just another man in for the sex, it seems. Even if he had bought one whole month, it doesn’t mean he needs to give anything else but money.
Somebody, anybody, please take him away.
“I don’t want to do this anymore. Take your refund, whatever. I don’t want to socialise with those men outside.” Kevin coldly replied, wiping the tears he never knew had formed. “Just leave me alone.”
“All right.” Eli bit his lower lip, hating the socialising things he had to do too. He was the only son his parents had, but that didn’t mean he had to like all these crap thrown at him, and Kevin probably needn’t like these things either. “We won’t do this anymore, we’ll leave and go for dinner, okay?”
“Really?” Kevin naively asked, as if a young child asking his mother if he could really have candies at night. He could really use a break and get some cakes for a sugar rush. Eli promised he would do as he had said, luring Kevin out of the cubicle.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Eli gently rubbed the red eyes, leaning closer to peck Kevin’s cheeks. “Wash up a little, then we’ll get food, all right?”
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Booking a room in a five-star restaurant, Eli called for every dish on the menu to cheer Kevin up. The escort had felt hungry earlier, but when the dishes were one by one placed on the table, ranging from the freshly caught lobster to the imported organic vegetables, the hunger disappeared. Kevin didn’t have any appetite, even if Eli skipped to the desserts and got people to bring out a variety of ice-cream flavours.
“Are you sick?” Eli sighed, waving the waiters away. He frowned at the feast before him, and Kevin who refused to touch any of them.
“I don’t like these. Can we go to a desserts shop though? I know the auntie there and she sells really nice desserts.” Kevin asked, remembering of the desserts shop Kibum recommended. He remembered how sweet those simple desserts were, hungry for them.
Eli nodded tiredly, leaving the table full of different delicacies for the waiters to enjoy instead. He was never one born to please others, being the one born with a silver spoon in his mouth. If not for the fact that Kevin had really done many socialising in his stead, he probably wouldn’t care so much.
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“Thanks, auntie.”
Kevin stiffened, stopping in his tracks. Eli, who had his arm around Kevin, felt the sudden pause and stopped along. Looking questioningly at Kevin, the other only shook his head, waiting.
As expected, the voice that was so familiar belonged to Kibum. The older man eyed the duo as he exited the shop, watching the possessive arm around Kevin’s waist. He turned his head and continued walking forward, as if he didn’t know Kevin.
The two just plainly passed each other, not a word exchanged, not a glance into each other’s eyes. They looked like strangers to the clueless Eli, who probably didn’t realise he had seen Kibum with Kevin before.
“Oh? He just-” The shopkeeper quizzically looked at Kevin, and decided against speaking. “Hello, what would the both of you like?”
Kibum had been avoiding him. Kevin scanned the menu distractedly, trying to get his mind off Kibum. But Kibum had been avoiding him. He wished he could just run out of the shop and leave Eli wondering, finding Kibum and getting the older man to explain just what had happened between the two of them. Why was the bad mood lasting so long, and why did it ruin whatever existed between them two?
Eli didn’t like the small, narrow shop, fidgeting uncomfortably and choosing the most expensive dessert as if announcing his status. Kevin called for a bowl of mango ice, the one he remembered Kibum was so insistent on feeding him a spoon of.
”It’s really nice, it might look really cold but it wouldn’t give you a brain freeze if you chew.” Kibum cooed, tugging Kevin’s arm childishly.
Yet, even the sweetest mango ice dessert couldn’t overcome the bitterness in Kevin’s heart.
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This is so late, I'm so sorry!
Thank you to anyone who is still reading, I really appreciate it <3! :D
On a side note, I really like this chapter, cause it's so angsty :DDD!