The Auction
Title: The Auction
Pairing: HyunJoong/YoungSaeng
Rating: R
A/N: For hyunaepark
Auction's were always stuffy affairs with the same droll people. Self-important rich men sauntered around the room sipping high quality scotch, discussing important business deals at their important companies. Perched on their arms were their puffed up peacock wives who traded insults veiled as flattery through clenched smiles, staring down their plastic noses at those they deemed beneath them. It was more entertaining than a dog fight; these bitches were always out for blood.
Most of the attendants of such exclusive gatherings were of the upper echelon's of society, in their middling years where they could throw around their age and stature. The one thing that set them all on edge, was the younger man prowling through the crowd. It being an invite only party, the guest's were on their toes; they didn't want to offend their host by making the wrong comment to his special guest.
"Ah, HyunJoong, there you are," a young man had approached the lurker in the crowd who turned and gave him a smirk. "Are we enjoying the party?"
"No," HyunJoong responded simply, sipping at his drink. "I don't know why you bother inviting me to these things JungMin, you know I have no interest in any of this."
"Neither do I really," JungMin shrugged, smiling politely at a few of the guest's as they passed. "But it's expected of me to hold them, so I invite you to keep me company."
"You say that, and yet every time you walk away having spent a great deal on a specimen," the older man gave the younger a sideways glance.
"Formalities my dear HyunJoong," JungMin waved it off. "It would look bad for me not to at my own parties. It's already strange that even though you come to every one, you've yet to put in even a bid."
"Like I've said, I have no interest," HyunJoong stopped and turned to JungMin who had also stopped and was grinning that flashy, gaudy smile. "I only come because I'm bored, and you have good taste in food and liquor."
Pursing his lips, JungMin stared at HyunJoong before motioning for the other to join him in continuing to walk. "As much as I appreciate that, some of the guests have... how shall I put this... asked about you. Your presence and refusal to participate puts me in an awkward position."
"They think I'm enforcement," HyunJoong said wryly, glancing around at the people who were making it obvious they were trying not to stare. The auction's themselves were not exactly illegal, nor were the item's auctioned, just in how they were obtained. With no paper trail to speak of, owning said items would land any of them in trouble with the law. No matter how high up in society they were.
"They haven't said as much, but it's obvious," JungMin nodded, handing off his empty glass to a waiter and picking up a fresh glass of wine. "The point is, my dear friend, only half of my invited guests have shown tonight, and if this continues, you and I will be on the outs. Frankly, I do not want that to happen, I am far too comfortable in my position to let that happen."
"Stop beating around the bush JungMin," HyunJoong eyed the younger. "You want me to bid tonight so you can continue this charade of being important."
"More or less," JungMin stopped again. "As much as you disdain the top tiers of the social ladder, we have both profited from it. I am not going to lose my standing because you have moral qualms."
"It would be easier if you just stopped inviting me," HyunJoong finished off his drink and handed it off. "But if it means that much to you, I'll play along this time. I'll put in a bid."
"A purchase," JungMin corrected. "Placating these vultures is going to require more than a measly bid. You will purchase."
"Fine, a purchase," HyunJoong sighed, shifting his shoulders uncomfortably in his suit jacket. "Remind me why I put up with you?"
"Because you love me," JungMin grinned, patting HyunJoong on the cheek. "Besides, I have a feeling something will catch your interest tonight."
"Implying that you've inspected the goods already," HyunJoong narrowed his eyes at the younger who was fretting with his auburn hair.
"Inspected is such a crass way of putting it HyunJoong," JungMin brushed at his shirt, avoiding the look he was being given.
"Which number," HyunJoong sighed, willing to play along this once. While he did have objections with these auction's, he was just as interested in keeping his station in society as JungMin was. They had both worked hard to get where they were and he was not about to start over on the streets. He had grown accustomed to the nicer apartments and fine dining afforded to him by being an elite.
"Number three," JungMin grinned knowingly, those perfectly straight white teeth flashing in the dim lighting. "Should be starting any moment now, find a seat." JungMin waved at the array of chairs facing the auction block as he wandered off.
Another waiter passed by and HyunJoong took another drink, downing half of it before he had sat fully in a seat near the front. With any luck he would be able to make his purchase without too much interference of the other guests. Being a personal friend of this particular host had its perks, yet another reason to play along for tonight at least. He would seriously reconsider the next invite though.
Other guests were beginning to take seats, the shuffling of wood against carpet told him that the other's had moved their chairs away from his. Normally that would give him cause for a self-congratulatory grin, but considering their predicament he sighed and downed the rest of his drink.
A few moments later JungMin had rejoined HyunJoong and took an empty seat next to him, wine still in hand with his marker perched on his lap. "Starting now," he grinned, eager eyes watching as the auctioneer came forward to the podium. The murmurings of the crowd ended and all eyes were fixed on the door just behind the stage.
"Number one," the auctioneer barked in his gravely tone, sour face glancing at the door as it cracked open and two men came through the door, guiding a young woman between them. HyunJoong sighed at the look of boredom on the girl's face as she was led up to stand next to the podium. Black hair was pinned to cascade over her shoulders to accentuate her slim neck. The plunging neckline of the red gauzy material was unnecessary considering the sheerness of the garment left little to the imagination.
"Pretty, but not my taste," JungMin swirled the wine in his glass and ignored as the bidding started. The girl turning and posing at the request of those holding up their markers. HyunJoong was rarely surprised that it was mostly the wives bidding while the husband's looked on, some in smug satisfaction as the amounts went higher and higher until the auctioneer declared a winning bid. The girl was led off stage to a waiting room and another took her place in an equally suggestive garment.
"Not your taste again?" HyunJoong snorted as JungMin leaned back into his chair, yawning obviously.
"They always look the same," JungMin shrugged. "The clothing is too much, leave enough covered to be discovered later."
"You could make them wear more," HyunJoong said, ignoring the bidding war going on behind them. "It is your event after all."
"They supply their own clothing," JungMin waved his hand dismissively. "They're free to wear whatever they wish if they think it will get them a high price, which it usually does."
"You're a benevolent pimp of the flesh," HyunJoong snorted, watching the girl be led off. Having heard the final bid, HyunJoong sighed inwardly at how much this night was going to cost him. Push come to shove and he'd make JungMin pay.
"Number three," the auctioneer grumbled again and HyunJoong's eyes swung lazily to the door where two men were emerging. Blinking a little, his brow went up slightly in interest. The escort walked off but HyunJoong barely noticed, his eyes on the man standing next to the podium, expression unreadable. Black almond eyes were fixed on a point at the back of the room, his raven hair long and framing the round face and high cheekbones. When he turned his head to the side, outline of a strong high bridged nose and plush lips. Wide shoulders and hips with a slim waist gave the man a feminine line, reinforced by the soft features of his face. The man was stunning.
"Thought so," JungMin sing-songed in his ear but HyunJoong barely registered he'd said anything, focus entirely on the man who was standing on stage, and when the auctioneer called for the first bid he immediately raised his marker. Those dark eyes swiveled to look straight at him, the expression still unreadable even as they moved off elsewhere in the crowd, presumably to someone else who had bid.
Unaware of the amounts, HyunJoong continued to raise his marker each time a new bid was placed topping his. As the bidding continued, the man's eyes were now focused completely on HyunJoong, and he could swear he saw a flicker of a smile.
The auctioneer announced the winning bid and HyunJoong blinked as he realized his marker was up and that he had just spent a great deal of money. "How much of that does he get?" HyunJoong turned to JungMin when the man had been taken off stage, completely ignoring the rest of the auction now.
"Hm?" JungMin was half paying attention, bidding on the next man on stage who looked to be made up entirely of legs.
"How much of the money do they get," HyunJoong said, looking the man on stage up and down.
"Half, I get the other," JungMin said, sneering at the woman across the room who was trying to outbid him.
"I want him to have it all," HyunJoong said. "I'll pay your expenses."
"All?" JungMin looked at him quizzically, still paying attention to the bidding. "Why do you care?"
"Just do it," HyunJoong said, leaning back in his chair and ignoring the giddy clapping from JungMin who had won the bid.
"I'll take the loss if it means that much to you," JungMin sighed, noting the look on HyunJoong's face as the auction continued. "You are my friend after all."
"Thank you," HyunJoong said dryly. "What do you do with them once you get bored?"
"Release them back into the wild," JungMin grinned. "They have the money to start their life, no sense in keeping them. I am a benevolent pimp after all."
"Haven't run across one you'd mind keeping around?" HyunJoong looked at his friend.
"Not yet," JungMin pouted and shook his head. "But sex on stilts there just may be it, he had a very nice ass."
"I can't say I was looking," HyunJoong rolled his eyes, knowing JungMin well enough that 'the one' was a passing fancy every other day.
"Didn't think you would after seeing that little tart," JungMin chuckled, sipping at his wine.
They idly chatted as the rest of the auction continued around them. Various men and women were paraded around and sold off for outrageous amounts until finally the last one was shown off to the waiting room. The guest's immediately began to mingle again as if the whole event hadn't just occurred.
"Come HyunJoong, let us claim our prizes," JungMin stood, glancing over the crowd and pursing his lips. "I'm not in the mood for farewells, security can escort them out, I have business to attend to." Linking his arm with HyunJoong's, JungMin sauntered through the crowd toward the archway into the hall where they made their way down to a door and JungMin tapped on it twice.
The guard that opened the door peered out at them both then bowed them into the room where the auctioned men and women were sitting and waiting. "Over there," JungMin pointed and pulled HyunJoong towards the corner of the room where the two men they had both purchased were sitting and talking quietly to each other, and looked up as they approached.
"Ah, hello, you two know each other?" JungMin grinned at them but neither said a word, only stood and bowed low. "None of that now, come along," JungMin released HyunJoong's arm and held out his hand for the long legged man with short brown hair to take. The younger glanced hesitantly at the other with black hair but reached forward anyway and took JungMin's hand; HyunJoong could see he was trembling.
The four left the room; JungMin and his ahead of HyunJoong who had his hands clasped behind his back, walking beside the man with black hair. Heading towards the front doors, a servant scrambled to bring HyunJoong his coat. Taking it from the rapidly bowing man, HyunJoong glanced at the other. While what he was wearing wasn't as sheer as what some of the girl's had been wearing, it was still much too light to be out in the cold night.
"Here," HyunJoong put the coat over the man's broad shoulders and settled it so it was secure, the man's dark eyes snapping up to his but made no move to remove the coat.
"You're more than welcome to stay here for the night my friend," JungMin said, and HyunJoong turned to face the him. JungMin was standing on the first step up the flight of stairs, his purchase standing slightly behind him with a nervous look in his eye, but already had his arm about JungMin's waist. "Just in case you change your mind about the purchase."
"I think we'll just head home," HyunJoong bowed his head politely at his friend and headed out the door that was being held open, the man wrapped in his coat following a step behind.
The car was brought around and the driver opened the door to let the other man in first, HyunJoong taking a seat across from him. The rode in silence for a few minutes; HyunJoong watching the other who was looking out the window.
"What's your name?" He asked, his eyes taking in the crossed legs encased in tight black leather.
"YoungSaeng." Came the soft reply, and HyunJoong smiled a bit to himself at how rich the tenor voice was.
"Is this your first time?" HyunJoong tilted his head in question as the man finally turned to face him. The thick, plush lips were in a tight smile as YoungSaeng shook his head slowly. "Ah, a shame," HyunJoong sighed to himself.
YoungSaeng blinked, a little startled and bowed his head. "I'm sorry, I hope you weren't expecting a virgin," he said shamefully.
"A..? Oh! No, that isn't what I meant," HyunJoong chuckled and shook his head. "I meant, that this is my first time purchasing from the auction, and was somewhat hoping it would be your first as well, that's all."
"I see," YoungSaeng's lips curled more into a smile as he looked down at his hands that were folded in his lap.
"It was your friend's first time though, wasn't it," HyunJoong pursed his lips, thinking about how nervous the brown haired man had looked. YoungSaeng's eyes snapped back up and he nodded once. "He's lucky then that JungMin took liking to him."
"Why is that?" YoungSaeng's brow furrowed and bit his lip, clearly worried.
"JungMin has a catch and release policy," HyunJoong explained. "Your friend will be back out on his own in a few days, with all of the money he was bid for."
"All?" YoungSaeng blinked again, his eyes wide. "What about the fees, and the room and board?"
"Considering it's his events, he wouldn't pay the fee to himself now would he?" HyunJoong smiled at the look of shock on YoungSaeng's face. "As for room and board, well, JungMin spends money frivolously enough that his meals could feed an army, so he doesn't need to keep any of the purchase price. Like I said, your friend is lucky."
"So it would seem," YoungSaeng smiled sadly, looking down again at his hands. "May I ask what sort of policy you have?"
"This is my first time remember, I have no policy," HyunJoong said, watching as YoungSaeng bit his lip and nodded. "But I already worked it out that you'll receive the full payment," he held back a laugh as YoungSaeng's head came back up to look at him, "and I'll probably take JungMin's lead when it comes to room and board."
It was a few moments before YoungSaeng swallowed roughly and bowed his head. "Thank you, sir," he said softly.
"My name is HyunJoong," he said politely, leaning forward and catching YoungSaeng's chin with his finger and tilting his head up. "Call me HyunJoong, and don't bow to me."
The car stopped and HyunJoong sat back in his seat, waiting for the driver to open the door for them, smiling gently at YoungSaeng who smiled back and then moved to get out when the door was opened. They walked through the lobby of HyunJoong's apartment building toward the private elevator, YoungSaeng following a step behind and looked quizzically at him when the stepped in and the one button was pushed to the penthouse.
"A perk of high social standing," HyunJoong chuckled at the look. The elevator stopped and the door's opened into his apartment. He let YoungSaeng go in first who was looking around in curiosity. "I'll give you the tour if you'd like," HyunJoong stepped up behind him and took the coat from off his shoulder's and tossed it into a chair.
"If you want," YoungSaeng moved through the entryway into the living room, marveling at the high ceilings and huge picture windows that lined the wall.
"The living room obviously," HyunJoong said with a wave of his hand and started off to their left down a hallway. "The kitchen is through here, help yourself to anything in there. I'm not much of a cook, so I can always order room service," he said, looking back at YoungSaeng over his shoulder who was biting his lip and hugging his arms.
Continuing down the hall, HyunJoong pointed out the extra bedrooms and the bathrooms, then stopped in front of the large double doors at the end of the hall. "This would be my room here," he said, his eyes wandering over the other mans features as he looked at the doors. "You're free to go anywhere you want in my home, consider it yours for as long as you're here."
Turning his head, YoungSaeng looked up at him with an odd expression. "How long would that be for?" he asked softly.
"As long as you wish," HyunJoong replied gently, taking a small step forward and brought his hand up to brush the bangs out of YoungSaeng's eyes. The younger stared up at him, but continued to have an unreadable expression. "I won't hold you captive, if you want to leave now I wouldn't stop you. Perhaps you'd like your payment first though, yes?"
They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment before YoungSaeng gave a curt nod. "Yes.. that would be good." His reply barely above a whisper. "I won't leave right away, you... should at least get your money's worth."
"Not important," HyunJoong smiled and motioned with his head to follow him back down the hall. "I'll write you a check."
"For.. the full bidding price, right?" YoungSaeng asked when they had entered the kitchen and HyunJoong took a seat at the table to fill out the check. Leaving the name blank, HyunJoong filled out the amount and signed it, tore it from the binder and then turned to hand it to him.
"Full bidding price," HyunJoong said with a smile as YoungSaeng hesitantly took it from him and looked at it. "I know what that amount would mean to someone like you. More than enough to buy your way into the first rung of the society ladder, maybe even move up a few spaces."
Nodding slowly, YoungSaeng set the check down on the counter. "I'll.. just leave it here, I don't have any pockets and I wouldn't want to lose it," he said softly, his eyes never leaving it.
"No worries, it will still be there when you leave," HyunJoong stood up from the table. "So, what did you want to do now? Are you hungry?"
Biting his lip, YoungSaeng looked away from the check to look up at HyunJoong. "Um.. no, I ate before the auction. Your friend fed us very well," he smiled, eyes locked on HyungJoon's.
"He's a good person," HyunJoong smiled, hoping that all this talking up of JungMin would put YoungSaeng at ease about his friend. "If you're not hungry, then what would you like to do? I don't have much, I don't entertain very often, but I have movies or games."
Clearly unsure of what to do, YoungSaeng blinked repeatedly. "I... I don't know. I've never been given an option before." His arms were back to hugging his chest and HyunJoong belatedly realized he was probably still cold. The material of his shirt was thin and transparent.
"You want to change in to something a little warmer? I should have some things that will fit you, although they might be a little big," HyunJoong tilted his head and smiled.
"Could.. could I maybe take a bath first?" YoungSaeng looked up with hopeful eyes. "I mean.. if you have a tub.. a shower would be fine too."
"Bath it is," HyunJoong nodded and led him out of the kitchen and back down the hall to his bedroom. "You can take one in my bathroom, it's much nicer than the other tubs." Opening the doors, he swung them wide and moved into the room, heading first to a closet door and opening it to look for something for YoungSaeng to wear.
"...Wow," YoungSaeng was still in the doorway taking in the room with its king sized bed and plush sofas. High cathedral ceilings and the floor to ceiling windows giving a beautiful view of the city below.
"Nice isn't it?" HyunJoong had reemerged with a pair of sweats and a long sleeve shirt. "Here, these should fit you," HyunJoong handed them over and turned to go open another door, presumably the bathroom with YoungSaeng following behind, the clothes clutched gently to his chest. HyunJoong was sitting at the edge of a very large sunken in tub, turning the knobs and steaming water began pouring out of three swan neck faucets. "The tub shouldn't take too long to fill, these buttons here turn on the jets, and there's fresh towels on the rack right here," HyunJoong had stood and was moving to the door.
"Wait," YoungSaeng reached out to hesitantly take his arm as he passed and HyunJoong looked down at him. "You can stay," he said softly, looking up into HyunJoong's eyes. "It's such a big room, I feel like I'll get lost."
"Okay," HyunJoong nodded, smiling a little. "I'll stay." He put his hand over YoungSaeng's and the led him over to the tub. YoungSaeng looked down into the filling basin and then back up to HyunJoong.
"Would you... like to undress me?" YoungSaeng said softly, his eyes unable to come up further than HyunJoong's collar.
Unsure of what to say, HyunJoong nodded, his finger's twitching at his side as his eyes drew slowly down to the material that was clinging to YoungSaeng's chest. The sheer black fabric rising and falling with every breath the other took. Hesitantly he reached up to where the line of fasteners started at his collar, nervous fingers working the eye hooks one by one down the diagonal path along YoungSaeng's body.
It was almost like unwrapping a present the way the material swung away, revealing the smooth skin underneath. Wetting his suddenly parched lips, HyunJoong slid his hands in between the shirt and YoungSaeng's shoulders, pushing it off with the back of his hands as his palms and fingertips ghosted over the hot curve of skin and bone. The shirt fluttered to the floor and HyunJoong let his hands draw down the length of YoungSaeng's arms, his eyes moving down as well to the button of YoungSaeng's leather pants.
He could feel the other man trembling, and wondered if it was entirely from the cold air. Fumbling fingers managed to undo the button and started to work on sliding the zipper down until it reached its limit. HyunJoong could feel his heart hammering his chest as he looked back up at YoungSaeng who had his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Returning to the task, HyunJoong pushed down on the pants, past the wide hips and down his thighs.
Keeping his focus on disrobing him, HyunJoong slowly knelt down to pull the tight material down YoungSaeng's legs until it was merely a puddle of black oily fabric at his feet that he easily stepped out of. HyunJoong slowly rose back up and looked down with a small smile. "Ready?"
Lip still between his teeth, YoungSaeng lifted his eyes to HyunJoong's and stepped forward, close enough that HyunJoong could feel his breath against his neck. "Would you join me?" YoungSaeng whispered, his delicate hands were sliding up HyunJoong's chest and slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
"If you want," HyunJoong murmured, watching YoungSaeng's eyes drop to where his fingers were making short work of the buttons down his shirt. He slipped the jacket off of his shoulders and let it fall to the floor as YoungSaeng was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.
Already starting to breathe heavily, he let out a barely audible whimper with YoungSaeng's hands so close while he slowly pulled down HyunJoong's pants and boxers. The last few buttons of his shirt that had been tucked into his pants were undone and the shirt was tossed to the side. The air was chilly, and HyunJoong could feel the heat radiating off of YoungSaeng's body standing so close. "I think the tub is full," he murmured and YoungSaeng turned his head to look.
"We should get in then," YoungSaeng took HyunJoong's hand to hold himself steady as he lowered one leg into the tub, then the other and slowly sat. Smiling, HyunJoong sat on the edge of the tub and lowered himself in.
YoungSaeng was picking through the various oils and salts lining the tub, bottom lip pushed out as he decided on one of the oils. Pulling out the stopper, he waved it under his nose and grinned. "This smells nice," he said, pouring some into the water.
"Also very expensive," HyunJoong chuckled, turning off the water and settling back into a headrest. "They were gifts from JungMin who thought company would enjoy them."
"They've never been used though," YoungSaeng said, looking at the bottle in his hand then back up at HyunJoong.
"Like I said before, I don't entertain often, and not usually in this manner," HyunJoong was able to stretch out his legs without touching YoungSaeng and he closed his eyes. He hadn't taken a bath in a very long time and the smell of the bath oil and the warm water was very relaxing.
After a few moments of silence he opened his eyes and tilted his head up to see YoungSaeng submerged up to his nose and was staring at him with wide eyes. "Something wrong?" He cocked his head to the side in amusement.
Rising back up a bit, YoungSaeng shook his head slightly. "Nothing's wrong, it's just... it's a little awkward," he said shyly.
"You mean awkward because I don't have you pressed up against the side of the tub," HyunJoong said with a sad smile when YoungSaeng looked down, that was affirmation enough.
"Truthfully I'm not entirely clear on the protocol with these things," HyunJoong shrugged, running his hand over the top of the water. "Is it wrong to just want to enjoy your company?"
"No, I guess not, I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm complaining," YoungSaeng blushed and tried to submerge further into the water.
"Don't be embarrassed, I understand how this must look to you," HyunJoong sighed and sat up a bit. "It's been a long time since I've had someone more than JungMin to talk to."
"Are you and he... lovers?" YoungSaeng had lifted himself back out of the water, the ends of his dark hair went and stuck his neck and shoulders.
"Occasionally," HyunJoong smirked. "But it's not a regular occurrence by any stretch of the imagination." He watched YoungSaeng for a moment, wondering what he was thinking with that downcast expression. "Come here," he said softly, smiling when YoungSaeng looked up at him in question. His hand came up out of the water, held out palm up for the other to take, which he did hesitantly.
Pulling gently, HyunJoong slid his other arm around YoungSaeng's slim waist and brought him to sit in his lap, the younger straddling his thighs. "You have beautiful eyes," he said, freeing his hand from the other's and reached up, smoothing back the bangs that were in YoungSaeng's eyes.
Blushing, YoungSaeng smiled and looked down at the water that was swirling between them. After a moment he raised his eyes to look at HyunJoong, a very different look to the expression that was shy boyishness before, now a coy hint to the upturned lips. "Do you want to kiss me?" The question was barely audible, and HyunJoong nodded slowly, smiling back.
The hand that was brushing at YoungSaeng's hair slid to the back of his head and HyunJoong gently pulled him forward, leaning up as well to press their lips together. While he had imagined that those lips would be soft, it hadn't prepared him for how wonderfully hot and delicious they were. It felt almost a sin to break away for a breath, no matter how brief.
The water churned around them as hands massaged over skin and tangled in hair. Lips smashed together in a frenzy and quickly abandoned to seek out sensitive spots on each other's chest, neck and shoulders. Sounds of water splashing over the edge of the tub mingled with the moans they were drawing out from each other.
Pulling back, chest heaving and lips bruised and puffy, YoungSaeng stared down with hazy eyes at HyunJoong who was struggling to regain his composure. YoungSaeng's arms were coiled about HyungJoon's neck, and he leaned in to whisper softly in his ear. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"Yes," HyunJoong whispered almost immediately, the word laden with lust and desire. YoungSaeng ignited a fire in him that he hadn't been aware could be lit. "But not here," he added, and YoungSaeng pulled back to look into his eyes, the question obvious in his expression. "Let's, dry off, move somewhere more comfortable?" He smiled, stroking YoungSaeng's cheek with his hand as the other nodded and grinned.
Wrapping a fluffy towel around YoungSaeng once they were out of the tub, HyunJoong went to grab a towel for himself but YoungSaeng pulled him into his towel, their wet bodies pressed against each other. "I don't think we'll get too dry this way," HyunJoong murmured, not caring in the least and wrapped his arms around YoungSaeng's waist.
"I'm fine with that," YoungSaeng's lips curled into a smile, leaning up to kiss him again. HyunJoong captured the man's lips in a passionate kiss and the towel dropped away, YoungSaeng's hands gripping at his arms and grinding against him. With a groan, HyunJoong leaned down and hooked his arms around YoungSaeng's waist and lifted him, the younger hopping up and wrapping his legs around his hips, their lips still mashing together as HyunJoong carried him back into the bedroom.
Setting him down gently on the bed, HyunJoong crawled up as YoungSaeng scooted back to the center of the bed, HyunJoong's mouth working at various parts of YoungSaeng's body as he went. His hands sliding over the soft skin of his thighs while he kissed and bit and teased. The cries and moans coming from YoungSaeng was like music to his ears and HyunJoong wanted to hear more.
HyunJoong took him gently, watching in rapt fascination at the changes of YoungSaeng's facial expressions as he moved within him. The mewls and hisses urged him on until YoungSaeng was crying out, screaming his name in that way that told him his dark haired lover was enjoying this as much as he was. The skin under his fingers was hot and damp, and he dug his fingers into YoungSaeng's hips to keep him steady, to give him the leverage to go harder and deeper.
Not wanting it to end, wanting to make this euphoria last as long as he could, HyunJoong pulled back, rolling YoungSaeng onto his belly and beginning anew, pressed against his back. YoungSaeng didn't seem to mind, his cheek pressed against the mattress and lips parted, alternating between groaning and screaming what he wanted. HyunJoong was happy to comply with whatever YoungSaeng demanded, tugging, pulling, and biting until YoungSaeng's body stiffened under him and his head snapped back at an awkward angle.
It was enough for him, HyunJoong clung tightly to YoungSaeng's body that was beginning to relax under him. Stars exploded behind his eyes and he gave a long, drawn out groan until he was spent, collapsing against YoungSaeng and unwilling to move.
Regaining his breath and willing his heart to move back down into his chest, HyunJoong rolled them onto their sides, their bodies still connected. Drawing the blankets over them, HyunJoong wrapped his arms tightly about YoungSaeng and buried his face in the man's hair. The only sound was of their heavy breathing until they both dropped off into sleep.
When morning came, HyunJoong yawned and rolled over onto his back, stretching out his arms and yawning. The memories of the night before came tumbling back into his half dazed mind and he rolled his head to the side. The bed beside him was empty.
Sighing and nodding, he slid out of bed and went to the closet to grab a pair of sweats and pull them on. Despite his wish otherwise, he had told YoungSaeng he was free to leave whenever he wished. He just had hoped he would have at least got to say goodbye to him. Scrubbing a hand through his hair he left his bedroom and padded down the hall to the kitchen. Stopping in shock, he blinked several times at what he was seeing.
YoungSaeng was standing in the kitchen wearing the sweats and shirt HyunJoong had selected for him the night before. If he was aware of HyunJoong he didn't show it. He was staring down at the check on the counter, his hands at his sides.
"Morning," HyunJoong said softly, leaning against the door and crossing his arms. YoungSaeng looked up at him and smiled softly before turning back to look at the check.
"You said I could stay here as long as I wanted, right?" YoungSaeng said softly, hesitantly picking up the check in his hands.
"As long as you want," HyunJoong nodded, watching as YoungSaeng turned and walked toward him. The younger sighed deeply, taking the check in both hands and began to rip it into pieces. "What are you doing?" HyunJoong blinked, standing straight. "That's your money."
"I don't need it," YoungSaeng deposited the paper pieces onto the counter and looked up at HyunJoong. "I'm not going to leave."
It was a long silent moment as HyunJoong stared at YoungSaeng, unsure what to say. "You sure?"
"I'm sure," YoungSaeng smiled broadly up at him. "I don't ever want to leave."
"Then don't," HyunJoong wrapped his arms around YoungSaeng and pulled him in for a hug, holding the slim body against his own, his heart beating wildly in his chest.
"You're not going to go to anymore auctions, right?" YoungSaeng pulled back after a moment, staring up at him with bottom lip between his teeth.
"Never again," he replied, pulling the lip out from between the teeth and kissing them instead.
Pairing: HyunJoong/YoungSaeng
Rating: R
A/N: For hyunaepark
Auction's were always stuffy affairs with the same droll people. Self-important rich men sauntered around the room sipping high quality scotch, discussing important business deals at their important companies. Perched on their arms were their puffed up peacock wives who traded insults veiled as flattery through clenched smiles, staring down their plastic noses at those they deemed beneath them. It was more entertaining than a dog fight; these bitches were always out for blood.
Most of the attendants of such exclusive gatherings were of the upper echelon's of society, in their middling years where they could throw around their age and stature. The one thing that set them all on edge, was the younger man prowling through the crowd. It being an invite only party, the guest's were on their toes; they didn't want to offend their host by making the wrong comment to his special guest.
"Ah, HyunJoong, there you are," a young man had approached the lurker in the crowd who turned and gave him a smirk. "Are we enjoying the party?"
"No," HyunJoong responded simply, sipping at his drink. "I don't know why you bother inviting me to these things JungMin, you know I have no interest in any of this."
"Neither do I really," JungMin shrugged, smiling politely at a few of the guest's as they passed. "But it's expected of me to hold them, so I invite you to keep me company."
"You say that, and yet every time you walk away having spent a great deal on a specimen," the older man gave the younger a sideways glance.
"Formalities my dear HyunJoong," JungMin waved it off. "It would look bad for me not to at my own parties. It's already strange that even though you come to every one, you've yet to put in even a bid."
"Like I've said, I have no interest," HyunJoong stopped and turned to JungMin who had also stopped and was grinning that flashy, gaudy smile. "I only come because I'm bored, and you have good taste in food and liquor."
Pursing his lips, JungMin stared at HyunJoong before motioning for the other to join him in continuing to walk. "As much as I appreciate that, some of the guests have... how shall I put this... asked about you. Your presence and refusal to participate puts me in an awkward position."
"They think I'm enforcement," HyunJoong said wryly, glancing around at the people who were making it obvious they were trying not to stare. The auction's themselves were not exactly illegal, nor were the item's auctioned, just in how they were obtained. With no paper trail to speak of, owning said items would land any of them in trouble with the law. No matter how high up in society they were.
"They haven't said as much, but it's obvious," JungMin nodded, handing off his empty glass to a waiter and picking up a fresh glass of wine. "The point is, my dear friend, only half of my invited guests have shown tonight, and if this continues, you and I will be on the outs. Frankly, I do not want that to happen, I am far too comfortable in my position to let that happen."
"Stop beating around the bush JungMin," HyunJoong eyed the younger. "You want me to bid tonight so you can continue this charade of being important."
"More or less," JungMin stopped again. "As much as you disdain the top tiers of the social ladder, we have both profited from it. I am not going to lose my standing because you have moral qualms."
"It would be easier if you just stopped inviting me," HyunJoong finished off his drink and handed it off. "But if it means that much to you, I'll play along this time. I'll put in a bid."
"A purchase," JungMin corrected. "Placating these vultures is going to require more than a measly bid. You will purchase."
"Fine, a purchase," HyunJoong sighed, shifting his shoulders uncomfortably in his suit jacket. "Remind me why I put up with you?"
"Because you love me," JungMin grinned, patting HyunJoong on the cheek. "Besides, I have a feeling something will catch your interest tonight."
"Implying that you've inspected the goods already," HyunJoong narrowed his eyes at the younger who was fretting with his auburn hair.
"Inspected is such a crass way of putting it HyunJoong," JungMin brushed at his shirt, avoiding the look he was being given.
"Which number," HyunJoong sighed, willing to play along this once. While he did have objections with these auction's, he was just as interested in keeping his station in society as JungMin was. They had both worked hard to get where they were and he was not about to start over on the streets. He had grown accustomed to the nicer apartments and fine dining afforded to him by being an elite.
"Number three," JungMin grinned knowingly, those perfectly straight white teeth flashing in the dim lighting. "Should be starting any moment now, find a seat." JungMin waved at the array of chairs facing the auction block as he wandered off.
Another waiter passed by and HyunJoong took another drink, downing half of it before he had sat fully in a seat near the front. With any luck he would be able to make his purchase without too much interference of the other guests. Being a personal friend of this particular host had its perks, yet another reason to play along for tonight at least. He would seriously reconsider the next invite though.
Other guests were beginning to take seats, the shuffling of wood against carpet told him that the other's had moved their chairs away from his. Normally that would give him cause for a self-congratulatory grin, but considering their predicament he sighed and downed the rest of his drink.
A few moments later JungMin had rejoined HyunJoong and took an empty seat next to him, wine still in hand with his marker perched on his lap. "Starting now," he grinned, eager eyes watching as the auctioneer came forward to the podium. The murmurings of the crowd ended and all eyes were fixed on the door just behind the stage.
"Number one," the auctioneer barked in his gravely tone, sour face glancing at the door as it cracked open and two men came through the door, guiding a young woman between them. HyunJoong sighed at the look of boredom on the girl's face as she was led up to stand next to the podium. Black hair was pinned to cascade over her shoulders to accentuate her slim neck. The plunging neckline of the red gauzy material was unnecessary considering the sheerness of the garment left little to the imagination.
"Pretty, but not my taste," JungMin swirled the wine in his glass and ignored as the bidding started. The girl turning and posing at the request of those holding up their markers. HyunJoong was rarely surprised that it was mostly the wives bidding while the husband's looked on, some in smug satisfaction as the amounts went higher and higher until the auctioneer declared a winning bid. The girl was led off stage to a waiting room and another took her place in an equally suggestive garment.
"Not your taste again?" HyunJoong snorted as JungMin leaned back into his chair, yawning obviously.
"They always look the same," JungMin shrugged. "The clothing is too much, leave enough covered to be discovered later."
"You could make them wear more," HyunJoong said, ignoring the bidding war going on behind them. "It is your event after all."
"They supply their own clothing," JungMin waved his hand dismissively. "They're free to wear whatever they wish if they think it will get them a high price, which it usually does."
"You're a benevolent pimp of the flesh," HyunJoong snorted, watching the girl be led off. Having heard the final bid, HyunJoong sighed inwardly at how much this night was going to cost him. Push come to shove and he'd make JungMin pay.
"Number three," the auctioneer grumbled again and HyunJoong's eyes swung lazily to the door where two men were emerging. Blinking a little, his brow went up slightly in interest. The escort walked off but HyunJoong barely noticed, his eyes on the man standing next to the podium, expression unreadable. Black almond eyes were fixed on a point at the back of the room, his raven hair long and framing the round face and high cheekbones. When he turned his head to the side, outline of a strong high bridged nose and plush lips. Wide shoulders and hips with a slim waist gave the man a feminine line, reinforced by the soft features of his face. The man was stunning.
"Thought so," JungMin sing-songed in his ear but HyunJoong barely registered he'd said anything, focus entirely on the man who was standing on stage, and when the auctioneer called for the first bid he immediately raised his marker. Those dark eyes swiveled to look straight at him, the expression still unreadable even as they moved off elsewhere in the crowd, presumably to someone else who had bid.
Unaware of the amounts, HyunJoong continued to raise his marker each time a new bid was placed topping his. As the bidding continued, the man's eyes were now focused completely on HyunJoong, and he could swear he saw a flicker of a smile.
The auctioneer announced the winning bid and HyunJoong blinked as he realized his marker was up and that he had just spent a great deal of money. "How much of that does he get?" HyunJoong turned to JungMin when the man had been taken off stage, completely ignoring the rest of the auction now.
"Hm?" JungMin was half paying attention, bidding on the next man on stage who looked to be made up entirely of legs.
"How much of the money do they get," HyunJoong said, looking the man on stage up and down.
"Half, I get the other," JungMin said, sneering at the woman across the room who was trying to outbid him.
"I want him to have it all," HyunJoong said. "I'll pay your expenses."
"All?" JungMin looked at him quizzically, still paying attention to the bidding. "Why do you care?"
"Just do it," HyunJoong said, leaning back in his chair and ignoring the giddy clapping from JungMin who had won the bid.
"I'll take the loss if it means that much to you," JungMin sighed, noting the look on HyunJoong's face as the auction continued. "You are my friend after all."
"Thank you," HyunJoong said dryly. "What do you do with them once you get bored?"
"Release them back into the wild," JungMin grinned. "They have the money to start their life, no sense in keeping them. I am a benevolent pimp after all."
"Haven't run across one you'd mind keeping around?" HyunJoong looked at his friend.
"Not yet," JungMin pouted and shook his head. "But sex on stilts there just may be it, he had a very nice ass."
"I can't say I was looking," HyunJoong rolled his eyes, knowing JungMin well enough that 'the one' was a passing fancy every other day.
"Didn't think you would after seeing that little tart," JungMin chuckled, sipping at his wine.
They idly chatted as the rest of the auction continued around them. Various men and women were paraded around and sold off for outrageous amounts until finally the last one was shown off to the waiting room. The guest's immediately began to mingle again as if the whole event hadn't just occurred.
"Come HyunJoong, let us claim our prizes," JungMin stood, glancing over the crowd and pursing his lips. "I'm not in the mood for farewells, security can escort them out, I have business to attend to." Linking his arm with HyunJoong's, JungMin sauntered through the crowd toward the archway into the hall where they made their way down to a door and JungMin tapped on it twice.
The guard that opened the door peered out at them both then bowed them into the room where the auctioned men and women were sitting and waiting. "Over there," JungMin pointed and pulled HyunJoong towards the corner of the room where the two men they had both purchased were sitting and talking quietly to each other, and looked up as they approached.
"Ah, hello, you two know each other?" JungMin grinned at them but neither said a word, only stood and bowed low. "None of that now, come along," JungMin released HyunJoong's arm and held out his hand for the long legged man with short brown hair to take. The younger glanced hesitantly at the other with black hair but reached forward anyway and took JungMin's hand; HyunJoong could see he was trembling.
The four left the room; JungMin and his ahead of HyunJoong who had his hands clasped behind his back, walking beside the man with black hair. Heading towards the front doors, a servant scrambled to bring HyunJoong his coat. Taking it from the rapidly bowing man, HyunJoong glanced at the other. While what he was wearing wasn't as sheer as what some of the girl's had been wearing, it was still much too light to be out in the cold night.
"Here," HyunJoong put the coat over the man's broad shoulders and settled it so it was secure, the man's dark eyes snapping up to his but made no move to remove the coat.
"You're more than welcome to stay here for the night my friend," JungMin said, and HyunJoong turned to face the him. JungMin was standing on the first step up the flight of stairs, his purchase standing slightly behind him with a nervous look in his eye, but already had his arm about JungMin's waist. "Just in case you change your mind about the purchase."
"I think we'll just head home," HyunJoong bowed his head politely at his friend and headed out the door that was being held open, the man wrapped in his coat following a step behind.
The car was brought around and the driver opened the door to let the other man in first, HyunJoong taking a seat across from him. The rode in silence for a few minutes; HyunJoong watching the other who was looking out the window.
"What's your name?" He asked, his eyes taking in the crossed legs encased in tight black leather.
"YoungSaeng." Came the soft reply, and HyunJoong smiled a bit to himself at how rich the tenor voice was.
"Is this your first time?" HyunJoong tilted his head in question as the man finally turned to face him. The thick, plush lips were in a tight smile as YoungSaeng shook his head slowly. "Ah, a shame," HyunJoong sighed to himself.
YoungSaeng blinked, a little startled and bowed his head. "I'm sorry, I hope you weren't expecting a virgin," he said shamefully.
"A..? Oh! No, that isn't what I meant," HyunJoong chuckled and shook his head. "I meant, that this is my first time purchasing from the auction, and was somewhat hoping it would be your first as well, that's all."
"I see," YoungSaeng's lips curled more into a smile as he looked down at his hands that were folded in his lap.
"It was your friend's first time though, wasn't it," HyunJoong pursed his lips, thinking about how nervous the brown haired man had looked. YoungSaeng's eyes snapped back up and he nodded once. "He's lucky then that JungMin took liking to him."
"Why is that?" YoungSaeng's brow furrowed and bit his lip, clearly worried.
"JungMin has a catch and release policy," HyunJoong explained. "Your friend will be back out on his own in a few days, with all of the money he was bid for."
"All?" YoungSaeng blinked again, his eyes wide. "What about the fees, and the room and board?"
"Considering it's his events, he wouldn't pay the fee to himself now would he?" HyunJoong smiled at the look of shock on YoungSaeng's face. "As for room and board, well, JungMin spends money frivolously enough that his meals could feed an army, so he doesn't need to keep any of the purchase price. Like I said, your friend is lucky."
"So it would seem," YoungSaeng smiled sadly, looking down again at his hands. "May I ask what sort of policy you have?"
"This is my first time remember, I have no policy," HyunJoong said, watching as YoungSaeng bit his lip and nodded. "But I already worked it out that you'll receive the full payment," he held back a laugh as YoungSaeng's head came back up to look at him, "and I'll probably take JungMin's lead when it comes to room and board."
It was a few moments before YoungSaeng swallowed roughly and bowed his head. "Thank you, sir," he said softly.
"My name is HyunJoong," he said politely, leaning forward and catching YoungSaeng's chin with his finger and tilting his head up. "Call me HyunJoong, and don't bow to me."
The car stopped and HyunJoong sat back in his seat, waiting for the driver to open the door for them, smiling gently at YoungSaeng who smiled back and then moved to get out when the door was opened. They walked through the lobby of HyunJoong's apartment building toward the private elevator, YoungSaeng following a step behind and looked quizzically at him when the stepped in and the one button was pushed to the penthouse.
"A perk of high social standing," HyunJoong chuckled at the look. The elevator stopped and the door's opened into his apartment. He let YoungSaeng go in first who was looking around in curiosity. "I'll give you the tour if you'd like," HyunJoong stepped up behind him and took the coat from off his shoulder's and tossed it into a chair.
"If you want," YoungSaeng moved through the entryway into the living room, marveling at the high ceilings and huge picture windows that lined the wall.
"The living room obviously," HyunJoong said with a wave of his hand and started off to their left down a hallway. "The kitchen is through here, help yourself to anything in there. I'm not much of a cook, so I can always order room service," he said, looking back at YoungSaeng over his shoulder who was biting his lip and hugging his arms.
Continuing down the hall, HyunJoong pointed out the extra bedrooms and the bathrooms, then stopped in front of the large double doors at the end of the hall. "This would be my room here," he said, his eyes wandering over the other mans features as he looked at the doors. "You're free to go anywhere you want in my home, consider it yours for as long as you're here."
Turning his head, YoungSaeng looked up at him with an odd expression. "How long would that be for?" he asked softly.
"As long as you wish," HyunJoong replied gently, taking a small step forward and brought his hand up to brush the bangs out of YoungSaeng's eyes. The younger stared up at him, but continued to have an unreadable expression. "I won't hold you captive, if you want to leave now I wouldn't stop you. Perhaps you'd like your payment first though, yes?"
They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment before YoungSaeng gave a curt nod. "Yes.. that would be good." His reply barely above a whisper. "I won't leave right away, you... should at least get your money's worth."
"Not important," HyunJoong smiled and motioned with his head to follow him back down the hall. "I'll write you a check."
"For.. the full bidding price, right?" YoungSaeng asked when they had entered the kitchen and HyunJoong took a seat at the table to fill out the check. Leaving the name blank, HyunJoong filled out the amount and signed it, tore it from the binder and then turned to hand it to him.
"Full bidding price," HyunJoong said with a smile as YoungSaeng hesitantly took it from him and looked at it. "I know what that amount would mean to someone like you. More than enough to buy your way into the first rung of the society ladder, maybe even move up a few spaces."
Nodding slowly, YoungSaeng set the check down on the counter. "I'll.. just leave it here, I don't have any pockets and I wouldn't want to lose it," he said softly, his eyes never leaving it.
"No worries, it will still be there when you leave," HyunJoong stood up from the table. "So, what did you want to do now? Are you hungry?"
Biting his lip, YoungSaeng looked away from the check to look up at HyunJoong. "Um.. no, I ate before the auction. Your friend fed us very well," he smiled, eyes locked on HyungJoon's.
"He's a good person," HyunJoong smiled, hoping that all this talking up of JungMin would put YoungSaeng at ease about his friend. "If you're not hungry, then what would you like to do? I don't have much, I don't entertain very often, but I have movies or games."
Clearly unsure of what to do, YoungSaeng blinked repeatedly. "I... I don't know. I've never been given an option before." His arms were back to hugging his chest and HyunJoong belatedly realized he was probably still cold. The material of his shirt was thin and transparent.
"You want to change in to something a little warmer? I should have some things that will fit you, although they might be a little big," HyunJoong tilted his head and smiled.
"Could.. could I maybe take a bath first?" YoungSaeng looked up with hopeful eyes. "I mean.. if you have a tub.. a shower would be fine too."
"Bath it is," HyunJoong nodded and led him out of the kitchen and back down the hall to his bedroom. "You can take one in my bathroom, it's much nicer than the other tubs." Opening the doors, he swung them wide and moved into the room, heading first to a closet door and opening it to look for something for YoungSaeng to wear.
"...Wow," YoungSaeng was still in the doorway taking in the room with its king sized bed and plush sofas. High cathedral ceilings and the floor to ceiling windows giving a beautiful view of the city below.
"Nice isn't it?" HyunJoong had reemerged with a pair of sweats and a long sleeve shirt. "Here, these should fit you," HyunJoong handed them over and turned to go open another door, presumably the bathroom with YoungSaeng following behind, the clothes clutched gently to his chest. HyunJoong was sitting at the edge of a very large sunken in tub, turning the knobs and steaming water began pouring out of three swan neck faucets. "The tub shouldn't take too long to fill, these buttons here turn on the jets, and there's fresh towels on the rack right here," HyunJoong had stood and was moving to the door.
"Wait," YoungSaeng reached out to hesitantly take his arm as he passed and HyunJoong looked down at him. "You can stay," he said softly, looking up into HyunJoong's eyes. "It's such a big room, I feel like I'll get lost."
"Okay," HyunJoong nodded, smiling a little. "I'll stay." He put his hand over YoungSaeng's and the led him over to the tub. YoungSaeng looked down into the filling basin and then back up to HyunJoong.
"Would you... like to undress me?" YoungSaeng said softly, his eyes unable to come up further than HyunJoong's collar.
Unsure of what to say, HyunJoong nodded, his finger's twitching at his side as his eyes drew slowly down to the material that was clinging to YoungSaeng's chest. The sheer black fabric rising and falling with every breath the other took. Hesitantly he reached up to where the line of fasteners started at his collar, nervous fingers working the eye hooks one by one down the diagonal path along YoungSaeng's body.
It was almost like unwrapping a present the way the material swung away, revealing the smooth skin underneath. Wetting his suddenly parched lips, HyunJoong slid his hands in between the shirt and YoungSaeng's shoulders, pushing it off with the back of his hands as his palms and fingertips ghosted over the hot curve of skin and bone. The shirt fluttered to the floor and HyunJoong let his hands draw down the length of YoungSaeng's arms, his eyes moving down as well to the button of YoungSaeng's leather pants.
He could feel the other man trembling, and wondered if it was entirely from the cold air. Fumbling fingers managed to undo the button and started to work on sliding the zipper down until it reached its limit. HyunJoong could feel his heart hammering his chest as he looked back up at YoungSaeng who had his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Returning to the task, HyunJoong pushed down on the pants, past the wide hips and down his thighs.
Keeping his focus on disrobing him, HyunJoong slowly knelt down to pull the tight material down YoungSaeng's legs until it was merely a puddle of black oily fabric at his feet that he easily stepped out of. HyunJoong slowly rose back up and looked down with a small smile. "Ready?"
Lip still between his teeth, YoungSaeng lifted his eyes to HyunJoong's and stepped forward, close enough that HyunJoong could feel his breath against his neck. "Would you join me?" YoungSaeng whispered, his delicate hands were sliding up HyunJoong's chest and slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
"If you want," HyunJoong murmured, watching YoungSaeng's eyes drop to where his fingers were making short work of the buttons down his shirt. He slipped the jacket off of his shoulders and let it fall to the floor as YoungSaeng was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.
Already starting to breathe heavily, he let out a barely audible whimper with YoungSaeng's hands so close while he slowly pulled down HyunJoong's pants and boxers. The last few buttons of his shirt that had been tucked into his pants were undone and the shirt was tossed to the side. The air was chilly, and HyunJoong could feel the heat radiating off of YoungSaeng's body standing so close. "I think the tub is full," he murmured and YoungSaeng turned his head to look.
"We should get in then," YoungSaeng took HyunJoong's hand to hold himself steady as he lowered one leg into the tub, then the other and slowly sat. Smiling, HyunJoong sat on the edge of the tub and lowered himself in.
YoungSaeng was picking through the various oils and salts lining the tub, bottom lip pushed out as he decided on one of the oils. Pulling out the stopper, he waved it under his nose and grinned. "This smells nice," he said, pouring some into the water.
"Also very expensive," HyunJoong chuckled, turning off the water and settling back into a headrest. "They were gifts from JungMin who thought company would enjoy them."
"They've never been used though," YoungSaeng said, looking at the bottle in his hand then back up at HyunJoong.
"Like I said before, I don't entertain often, and not usually in this manner," HyunJoong was able to stretch out his legs without touching YoungSaeng and he closed his eyes. He hadn't taken a bath in a very long time and the smell of the bath oil and the warm water was very relaxing.
After a few moments of silence he opened his eyes and tilted his head up to see YoungSaeng submerged up to his nose and was staring at him with wide eyes. "Something wrong?" He cocked his head to the side in amusement.
Rising back up a bit, YoungSaeng shook his head slightly. "Nothing's wrong, it's just... it's a little awkward," he said shyly.
"You mean awkward because I don't have you pressed up against the side of the tub," HyunJoong said with a sad smile when YoungSaeng looked down, that was affirmation enough.
"Truthfully I'm not entirely clear on the protocol with these things," HyunJoong shrugged, running his hand over the top of the water. "Is it wrong to just want to enjoy your company?"
"No, I guess not, I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm complaining," YoungSaeng blushed and tried to submerge further into the water.
"Don't be embarrassed, I understand how this must look to you," HyunJoong sighed and sat up a bit. "It's been a long time since I've had someone more than JungMin to talk to."
"Are you and he... lovers?" YoungSaeng had lifted himself back out of the water, the ends of his dark hair went and stuck his neck and shoulders.
"Occasionally," HyunJoong smirked. "But it's not a regular occurrence by any stretch of the imagination." He watched YoungSaeng for a moment, wondering what he was thinking with that downcast expression. "Come here," he said softly, smiling when YoungSaeng looked up at him in question. His hand came up out of the water, held out palm up for the other to take, which he did hesitantly.
Pulling gently, HyunJoong slid his other arm around YoungSaeng's slim waist and brought him to sit in his lap, the younger straddling his thighs. "You have beautiful eyes," he said, freeing his hand from the other's and reached up, smoothing back the bangs that were in YoungSaeng's eyes.
Blushing, YoungSaeng smiled and looked down at the water that was swirling between them. After a moment he raised his eyes to look at HyunJoong, a very different look to the expression that was shy boyishness before, now a coy hint to the upturned lips. "Do you want to kiss me?" The question was barely audible, and HyunJoong nodded slowly, smiling back.
The hand that was brushing at YoungSaeng's hair slid to the back of his head and HyunJoong gently pulled him forward, leaning up as well to press their lips together. While he had imagined that those lips would be soft, it hadn't prepared him for how wonderfully hot and delicious they were. It felt almost a sin to break away for a breath, no matter how brief.
The water churned around them as hands massaged over skin and tangled in hair. Lips smashed together in a frenzy and quickly abandoned to seek out sensitive spots on each other's chest, neck and shoulders. Sounds of water splashing over the edge of the tub mingled with the moans they were drawing out from each other.
Pulling back, chest heaving and lips bruised and puffy, YoungSaeng stared down with hazy eyes at HyunJoong who was struggling to regain his composure. YoungSaeng's arms were coiled about HyungJoon's neck, and he leaned in to whisper softly in his ear. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"Yes," HyunJoong whispered almost immediately, the word laden with lust and desire. YoungSaeng ignited a fire in him that he hadn't been aware could be lit. "But not here," he added, and YoungSaeng pulled back to look into his eyes, the question obvious in his expression. "Let's, dry off, move somewhere more comfortable?" He smiled, stroking YoungSaeng's cheek with his hand as the other nodded and grinned.
Wrapping a fluffy towel around YoungSaeng once they were out of the tub, HyunJoong went to grab a towel for himself but YoungSaeng pulled him into his towel, their wet bodies pressed against each other. "I don't think we'll get too dry this way," HyunJoong murmured, not caring in the least and wrapped his arms around YoungSaeng's waist.
"I'm fine with that," YoungSaeng's lips curled into a smile, leaning up to kiss him again. HyunJoong captured the man's lips in a passionate kiss and the towel dropped away, YoungSaeng's hands gripping at his arms and grinding against him. With a groan, HyunJoong leaned down and hooked his arms around YoungSaeng's waist and lifted him, the younger hopping up and wrapping his legs around his hips, their lips still mashing together as HyunJoong carried him back into the bedroom.
Setting him down gently on the bed, HyunJoong crawled up as YoungSaeng scooted back to the center of the bed, HyunJoong's mouth working at various parts of YoungSaeng's body as he went. His hands sliding over the soft skin of his thighs while he kissed and bit and teased. The cries and moans coming from YoungSaeng was like music to his ears and HyunJoong wanted to hear more.
HyunJoong took him gently, watching in rapt fascination at the changes of YoungSaeng's facial expressions as he moved within him. The mewls and hisses urged him on until YoungSaeng was crying out, screaming his name in that way that told him his dark haired lover was enjoying this as much as he was. The skin under his fingers was hot and damp, and he dug his fingers into YoungSaeng's hips to keep him steady, to give him the leverage to go harder and deeper.
Not wanting it to end, wanting to make this euphoria last as long as he could, HyunJoong pulled back, rolling YoungSaeng onto his belly and beginning anew, pressed against his back. YoungSaeng didn't seem to mind, his cheek pressed against the mattress and lips parted, alternating between groaning and screaming what he wanted. HyunJoong was happy to comply with whatever YoungSaeng demanded, tugging, pulling, and biting until YoungSaeng's body stiffened under him and his head snapped back at an awkward angle.
It was enough for him, HyunJoong clung tightly to YoungSaeng's body that was beginning to relax under him. Stars exploded behind his eyes and he gave a long, drawn out groan until he was spent, collapsing against YoungSaeng and unwilling to move.
Regaining his breath and willing his heart to move back down into his chest, HyunJoong rolled them onto their sides, their bodies still connected. Drawing the blankets over them, HyunJoong wrapped his arms tightly about YoungSaeng and buried his face in the man's hair. The only sound was of their heavy breathing until they both dropped off into sleep.
When morning came, HyunJoong yawned and rolled over onto his back, stretching out his arms and yawning. The memories of the night before came tumbling back into his half dazed mind and he rolled his head to the side. The bed beside him was empty.
Sighing and nodding, he slid out of bed and went to the closet to grab a pair of sweats and pull them on. Despite his wish otherwise, he had told YoungSaeng he was free to leave whenever he wished. He just had hoped he would have at least got to say goodbye to him. Scrubbing a hand through his hair he left his bedroom and padded down the hall to the kitchen. Stopping in shock, he blinked several times at what he was seeing.
YoungSaeng was standing in the kitchen wearing the sweats and shirt HyunJoong had selected for him the night before. If he was aware of HyunJoong he didn't show it. He was staring down at the check on the counter, his hands at his sides.
"Morning," HyunJoong said softly, leaning against the door and crossing his arms. YoungSaeng looked up at him and smiled softly before turning back to look at the check.
"You said I could stay here as long as I wanted, right?" YoungSaeng said softly, hesitantly picking up the check in his hands.
"As long as you want," HyunJoong nodded, watching as YoungSaeng turned and walked toward him. The younger sighed deeply, taking the check in both hands and began to rip it into pieces. "What are you doing?" HyunJoong blinked, standing straight. "That's your money."
"I don't need it," YoungSaeng deposited the paper pieces onto the counter and looked up at HyunJoong. "I'm not going to leave."
It was a long silent moment as HyunJoong stared at YoungSaeng, unsure what to say. "You sure?"
"I'm sure," YoungSaeng smiled broadly up at him. "I don't ever want to leave."
"Then don't," HyunJoong wrapped his arms around YoungSaeng and pulled him in for a hug, holding the slim body against his own, his heart beating wildly in his chest.
"You're not going to go to anymore auctions, right?" YoungSaeng pulled back after a moment, staring up at him with bottom lip between his teeth.
"Never again," he replied, pulling the lip out from between the teeth and kissing them instead.