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“So yea, then he pretended to hit his knee,” Donghyuck explained, jamming his fingers against the joystick of his controller. On the screen in front of him, Bayonetta shot at Kirby.
“Pretended?” Jisung repeated the word like it was from another language. He held down the ‘R’ button to block Bayonetta’s attacks.
He was laying stomach-down on Donghyuck’s bed, elbows propping himself up as he gamed. Donghyuck sat on the floor and leaned against the bedpost next to him. It made him closer to the screen, and since switch quality was pretty sub-par, Donghyuck liked to get up close and personal when he was gaming. It was comfortable enough, but his butt would go numb if he stayed in the position for too long. He’d probably climb into bed after Jisung in a few minutes, smother him until he screamed for Donghyuck to get off of him.
“Yea, he, like–wanted to get me alone, or something,” Donghyuck clarified. Bayonetta chased Kirby around the Pokemon-inspired map, when suddenly, a Smash Ball appeared from the sky.
“MINE!” Jisung cried, lurching forward on the bed so that his face was hovering above Donghyuck’s. He spammed the jump button, and Kirby hopped into the air with puffed cheeks.
“And then he sucked my dick,” Donghyuck finished. Jisung choked on his own spit, controller dropping from his grasp. It hit the floor of Donghyuck’s bedroom with a thud, only missing Donghyuck himself by a few inches. Donghyuck used the distraction to claim the Smash Ball for himself, using his Final Smash and eliminating Kirby. ‘GAME’, announced the video game narrator. Donghyuck grinned. “I win!”
“That’s not fair! You cheated!” Jisung complained. He shook his head and took a deep breath. “Nevermind that, you–you did what!?”
Donghyuck scoffed. “No, not me. Him. He sucked my dick. Weren’t you listening?”
“Honestly, I wish I hadn’t been…”
“I am a weak man, Jisung. A weak, fragile man.”
“You cannot use that as your excuse for everything!”
“Watch me!” Donghyuck yelled back. As Smash Bros loaded back to the startup menu, he sighed. “I wasn’t gonna tell you at first, but I think I would spontaneously combust if I didn’t tell someone.”
“So are you guys, like, a thing now?”
“What?” Donghyuck scowled. “No, no! It was a one time event. He just did it to, like, stop me from ruining the filming. I think.”
“Who puts someone’s dick in their mouth for that!?”
Donghyuck’s jaw dropped. “Did you just say ‘dick’?”
Jisung paused, his face scrunching up in slow motion, stuck somewhere between laughing and crying. He buried his face in the bedsheets to hide it. “What is wrong with you? Why is that what you’re focused on?”
“Because I’ve known you since you were five, and you’ve never used euphemisms for male anatomy. You cried when our freshman health teacher made you say ‘penis.’”
“The entire class laughed at me!” Jisung defended, voice muffled. He lifted his head from the sheets, as if to display his pout specifically for Donghyuck’s eyes. “And that was eight years ago! And you swore to never bring that up ever again as long as the both of us lived!”
Donghyuck shrugged. “Oops.”
“I’m an adult, Donghyuck! I know perfectly well what a dick is!”
Donghyuck scrutinized his best friend with squinted eyes, because something felt off. Something was definitely different about his Jisung.
“Did you lose your virginity?” he asked. It was a shot in the dark, but Jisung said nothing in response, instead picking at a hangnail on his pinky finger. He was too silent. Donghyuck gasped. “And you didn’t tell me!?”
“I did not!” Jisung denied. “I just…well, let’s put it this way. I did the same thing Jaemin did.”
“You–” Donghyuck’s eyes widened. “You sucked a dick!?”
“Stop it!” Jisung cried, his face rapidly reddening. “We’re talking about you right now! So stop going off topic and finish your story!”
“I thought you didn’t want to hear about my problems!” Donghyuck pointed out.
Jisung groaned. “Well now I do, so…” He trailed off, avoiding eye contact. Donghyuck didn’t want to let it go, but he knew Jisung might actually explode if he continued to question him without a break. So despite how much he loved teasing his best friend, Donghyuck moved on.
“You basically know everything.”
Jisung seemed to think about that, pursing his lips. His ears were still red at the tips. “Well, like, did he say anything after you guys were…er, done?”
Donghyuck laughed, but it sounded closer to a sneer. “We argued.”
“You guys even manage to argue when you’re–when you’re–”
“Bro, you just said the word dick. Why are you all clammy now?”
“Not clammy, shut up dude!”
Donghyuck giggled, doubling over himself when he saw Jisung trying, and failing, to look truly upset. The facade cracked, Jisung starting to chuckle, until they were both laughing as hard as they could. Donghyuck’s chest hurt from the force of it, but man did he need that after everything that happened earlier in the day.
“So, what are you gonna do?” Jisung finally asked, once they’d both calmed down enough to properly speak.
Donghyuck sat on it for a second, but ultimately had no fucking clue. “I guess nothing? Maybe he’ll never bring it up again, and I know I won’t if he doesn’t.”
“That’s so messy,” Jisung admonished. “Anyway, Can we have a rematch now? Since you literally cheated a second ago?”
Donghyuck grinned, selecting Zelda. Jisung was going to eat his words.
“You’re on.”
…
Try as Donghyuck did to make him crack, Jisung never divulged the identity of his mystery blowjob receiver. But alas, Donghyuck had bigger things to worry about. Like filming the following day–and by extension, Jaemin.
He had a horrific case of the jitters the entire bus ride to work, so distracted by his inner turmoil that he almost missed his stop. He stumbled off the bus last second, jamming his arm in between the doors to keep them from closing. He’s sure he got ugly stares from other passengers, especially the older ones.
As Donghyuck entered work, it hit him how he had no idea how he was supposed to talk to Jaemin. Of course, Donghyuck had no plans of bringing up their previous encounter unless Jaemin mentioned it first. He’d said as much to Jisung the night before, and it still seemed like the safest option overall. But he couldn’t just say nothing, could he?
Jaemin was already there when he got on set. An unnamed sensation huddled in Donghyuck’s chest at the sight of him huddled up in Mark’s director chair, nose buried in a book. He craned his neck to get a peek at the cover, but Jaemin shut it and tossed it in his nearby bag when he noticed Donghyuck approaching.
“‘Sup,” Jaemin greeted, completely disinterested. But it was still a greeting, which was more than Donghyuck usually got on a random day at work.
Donghyuck let the silence settle between them, curious if Jaemin had anything else to say. When it was apparent that he in fact did not, Donghyuck sat down on a nearby chair and started scrolling aimlessly through social media. They were sitting close enough that Jaemin could start a conversation if he wanted to, but far enough that they could easily do their own thing.
As if summoned, Mark appeared between the two of them. “Yes!” he cheered. “Civility! This is it, you guys!”
Mark cheering over the two of them simply sitting in the same area while not arguing put into perspective for Donghyuck how hostile he really was with Jaemin. It was kind of sad, actually, that the bar of expectancy for his good behavior was so low.
Jaemin cracked a smile. “I’m always civil, Director Lee.”
No the fuck you aren’t, Donghyuck thought. Instead, he said, “So am I.”
Jaemin snorted. Donghyuck shot him a nasty glare that the other disregarded.
“Right,” Mark looked between the two of them nervously. “So, are you guys ready to film page sixty?”
Donghyuck froze. Fuck.
Next to him, Jaemin flashed a smile that had an entirely different meaning depending on who was deciphering it. “Of course.”
…
Almost as soon as they started filming, Donghyuck knew with certainty that he was screwed.
By ten minutes in he was half-hard, and it was incredibly humbling, not to mention mortifying. He’d swore to himself up and down that it wouldn’t happen again. He really needed to start jacking off before coming to work. Make it part of his morning routine, something, anything.
But how the hell was Donghyuck expected to react when Jaemin had him pinned against a wall yet again before dropping to his knees? How was he expected to respond when he was looking down at Jaemin and Jaemin back at him, eyes lidded and lips wet with that stupid fucking cherry lip gloss.
How was he supposed to react when he knew for certain how it felt to experience that for real, to have Jaemin’s cherry red glossed lips fully wrapped around his cock?
Jaemin’s every touch sent thick shockwaves up his body, wrapping around his spinal cord and tugging rigorously. He tried to resist the way it made him feel. He thought of how humiliating it was for Jaemin to notice his hard-on the day before, to point it out, and hoped that memory would help him will it away.
Unfortunately, that line of thinking had the opposite effect, and brought forth the additional issue of an existential crisis. Was Donghyuck a masochist or something? An exhibitionist? Nothing else could explain why he was so aroused by the recollection of Jaemin practically making fun of him.
So then he tried to just focus on the script, but his heart was beating too loud in his ears, and in front of him, Jaemin looked, well, not like something Donghyuck should pay attention to at that moment.
So turning his attention elsewhere seemed like the safest bet. He scanned his surroundings while trying to make it appear natural for his character. But then he accidentally locked eyes with Mark for half a second, and Mark had this slight look of confusion when he locked eyes, so Donghyuck felt even worse. He settled on staring at the ceiling, eventually closing his eyes until Jaemin got back on his feet, and Donghyuck started to feel normal again.
Normal until Jaemin fiddled with the front of Donghyuck’s shirt, leaned in, and whispered into his ear, “I’ll help you out again after this.”
Donghyuck startled, mouth dropping open slightly, glancing over to the film crew. But for some reason, Mark hadn’t seemed to notice, hadn’t seemed to hear Jaemin at all. He wasn’t even looking in their general direction, and was instead speaking with the audio mixer.
As if on cue, he called the scene. “Shit, seems like your guys' mics were off towards the end there,” he explained with a grimace. “We gotta start from the top of seventy, sorry.”
As the sound mixer ran over to fix their mics, Donghyuck was hit with the realization that he was going to have to have Jaemin down in front of him on his knees again. He was at high risk to explode, in more than one way.
He glanced at Jaemin, and the fucker winked at him.
…
Donghyuck wasn’t even shocked when, after Mark sent the entire crew on lunch break, Jaemin caught his arm once no one was around. He was even less shocked when Jaemin took him back to the same closet from the day before. The only thing that did shock him, though perhaps it shouldn’t have, was the way that he himself just went along with it without argument, allowing himself to be led along–’like a dog’ his brain supplied, unhelpfully. Humiliatingly.
He wasn’t sure how to feel, whether he should be excited at the prospect of getting off again, horrified at who it was with, horrified at the fact it was a co-worker at the very least.
It was likely that the closet was abandoned, or at least that no one had gone in it since Jaemin and Donghyuck occupied it the day before. The mop was still haphazardly leaned against the wall, various bottles of chemicals laying on their side from where they’d been knocked over. The air was acrid, dust particles visible where they suspended in midair. Donghyuck didn’t know how he managed to get off in such a nasty place, and yet there he was, one offer away from doing it again.
“We have got to stop meeting like this,” Jaemin remarked, like he wasn’t the instigator.
“What the hell–” he stopped to catch his breath, “--was that back there? Did you turn off my mic?”
Jaemin waggled his eyebrows. “Maybe.”
“So much for professionalism.” Donghyuck rolled his eyebrows. “What do you want?”
Jaemin’s head tilted a few degrees, hair limply falling in his eyes. It made Donghyuck feel small, an unidentified substance at the bottom of a jar, Jaemin peering down at him through a microscope. Studying, calculated.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Jaemin asked, and, well, yea, it was. But Donghyuck needed Jaemin to say it out loud. He needed him to give some sort of indication that he wanted it–wanted Donghyuck–and that he wasn’t alone in enjoying whatever little game they were playing. Because manhandling your coworker into a musty old closet to hookup could be chalked up to a mistake–but doing it twice? That was a goddamn pattern.
He crossed his arms. “I don’t know, maybe use your words?”
Jaemin’s eyes brightened, like Donghyuck’s stubbornness was the last fucking golden ticket. When he glanced down, Donghyuck knew the strain in his jeans was prominent, but he made no attempt to conceal it.
A hand laid on Donghyuck’s left thigh, just shy of where he truly needed to be touched. A little noise escaped the back of Donghyuck’s throat–pathetic, he thought numbly. Despite his stubborn demeanor, he was crumbling.
“You want me to take care of it?” Jaemin asked, an iteration of what he’d whispered on set. As he spoke, one of his fingers hooked around the clasp of Donghyuck’s belt.
“Do you want to take care of it?”
Donghyuck hoped he made it clear by the tone of his voice that he wasn’t going to budge until Jaemin gave him a proper response.
Jaemin huffed. Donghyuck wondered how he managed to make breathing sound condescending.
“I mean, obviously I do.” He gestured to the two of them, as if it completely cleared the air and answered the great unknown.
Of course Jaemin used Donghyuck’s insistence as an opportunity to tip the tides in his favor, insulting Donghyuck with that arrogant demeanor of his, making it seem like the admission meant nothing to him in the first place. Maybe it didn’t. Maybe Donghyuck was the only one obsessing over it.
Donghyuck was a weak, fragile man.
So, with nothing else for Donghyuck to complain about, he nodded,a single jerk of his head, but with it all the permissions Jaemin would ever ask for. Jaemin wasted no time at the invitation, cupping the front of Donghyuck’s jeans and squeezing at just the right angle. Donghyuck hissed. His hips bucked up once, chasing after pleasure, his traitorous body folding much too soon under Jaemin’s touch.
“I hate looking at your face,” Donghyuck gritted out. It was a pitiful attempt at taking back control of the situation. Control he’d never had in the first place, never could have even hoped to have with Jaemin in the picture.
The comment was meant to be hostile, it was meant to cut. But in response, Jaemin grinned. Jaemin was amused, and Donghyuck fucking hated him, fucking wanted him just as badly.
“If that’s the case, baby, I got an idea.”
“Baby–” What would have been a perfectly coherent protest to the pet name was abruptly cut off when Jaemin gripped Donghyuck on both sides and spun him around. Once he was faced away, there was a slight push on the small Donghyuck’s back. He stumbled into the wall, using his arms to stop the blow and preventing him from hitting his head. Jaemin barely gave him time to recover before stepping into his space, his chest coming flush with Donghyuck’s back.
His mouth was at the nape of Donghyuck’s neck, just below his right ear. He opened his mouth to speak, and Donghyuck could hear the sound of them parting, feel the movement of them before any words were spoken.
“Better, baby?”
“Don’t fucking call me that,” Donghyuck snarled, but his cock strained against his jeans in interest. His palms dug into the grooved imperfections of beige paint before him, hard enough to imprint the skin with red, angry patterns that matched that of the wall. He didn’t even feel it, though.
“Alright, alright, whatever his highness says.”
Jaemin reached around Donghyuck’s waist and undid his belt. It took a moment, since Jaemin couldn’t see properly from behind him. Every second was torture, a reminder that Donghyuck should stop what he was doing but ultimately couldn’t–no, that wasn’t right. Donghyuck could stop it if he really wanted to, but he wouldn’t.
And then his fly was unzipped and Jaemin slipped his hands past the pants and into the waistband of his boxers. Donghyuck held his breath, and then it all came out of him at once when Jaemin’s fingers teased along his shaft.
“Ah-” Donghyuck meant for the sound to be murmured, but it was loud enough that even Jaemin reacted to it, covering Donghyuck’s mouth with his free hand.
“Hush. There’s people out there,” he scolded. paused. “Or do you want them to find us?”
Donghyuck whimpered, the sound muffled by Jaemin’s palm. He had half a mind to lick it, just to get Jaemin to pull away, but Donghyuck wasn’t confident that he could keep himself quiet. He was scared of what would actually happen if someone like Mark or another crew member heard random sex noises from down the hallway. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on in a locked cleaning closet if that occurred.
So he focused on breathing through his nose. Only then did Jaemin’s hand finally wrap fully around his cock, movements measured and intentional.
“That feel good?” Jaemin asked, and Donghyuck refused to fuel his ego by acknowledging that yes, it fucking felt great. Jaemin didn’t need the encouragement, though, stroking Donghyuck with practiced fingers, wrist flicking and thumb stroking his head at all the right moments.
Jaemin started slow, but as he sped up on his cock, Donghyuck moaned even harder into the hand covering his mouth. Jaemin chuckled lightly in response, the puff of air from his mouth sensitive where it hit Donghyuck’s neck. He shuddered, and the sensation stretched all the way down to his toes. It didn’t go unnoticed.
Donghyuck heard the inhalation of breath. Then Jaemin blew on his ear–slowly, deliberately. Shivers struck Donghyuck all over. Jaemin applied more force to the hand covering his mouth when he groaned into it.
“You’re so sensitive,” Jaemin marvelled. He blew on Donghyuck’s ear again before he had a chance to respond in any capacity, and Donghyuck lurched forward against the wall, his cock twitching in Jaemin’s hand.
Jaemin’s movements slowed, just long enough for him to properly take Donghyuck’s cock out of his boxers. The room was frigid compared to Donghyuck’s hot body, small spikes of goosebumps appearing where his hip bones met the air, but Jaemin’s hand was warm where it continued to stroke him. With more room to move, Donghyuck thrusted into his hand like it was a toy, building a slow rhythm.
At one point, the hand over Donghyuck’s mouth was removed, and Donghyuck gulped down crisp air. A moment later, he felt something at his lower lip–Jaemin’s middle and ring finger, just placed there. They weren’t prodding but rather tapping on his mouth. It was a question, an invitation, depending on how he chose to interpret it.
Donghyuck’s lips parted. He was reminded of their roles in the script when Jaemin’s fingers pressed just slightly against his teeth. Donghyuck knew then that he was not misinterpreting the implications, but he was still hesitant when he ran his tongue over Jaemin’s fingers.
Jaemin breathed out, low and sultry. “I was a little afraid you’d bite me, not gonna lie.”
Donghyuck planned to respond, a quip on the tip of his tongue, salty like the taste of his and Jaemin’s sweat in the air, but he never got to. Jaemin squeezed his cock, sending Donghyuck’s brain to orbit the Earth rather than reside on it. He opened his mouth more, and Jaemin slid the two fingers fully inside.
Donghyuck closed his mouth around them and sucked. Hard. Jaemin made a noise somewhere between surprise and arousal. Donghyuck’s pride soared and plummeted in a singular rushing swoop.
He leaned against Jaemin so that his back was leaned on the other’s chest. It was solid–so much so that Donghyuck could rest his full body on it if he wanted to. And, as Donghyuck had suspected, as he’d hoped, Jaemin was unmistakably hard in his pants, the weight of it pressing against his ass, even through both of their clothes.
“Apparently you like this too.” The words were slurred from around Jaemin’s fingers.
“Shit,” Jaemin cursed, voice breathy. He pushed Donghyuck back into the wall, then lined up his hips against the curve of Donghyuck’s ass. He started to grind against him, and Donghyuck welcomed it, enthusiastic to have finally cracked the surface of Jaemin’s indifferent facade.
With each press of Jaemin’s clothed dick against him, Donghyuck thrust into the hand wrapped around his cock. He moaned, at first only every few thrusts, then every other, then repeatedly at every touch. Jaemin’s fingers muffled him, but it still sounded pathetic to Donghyuck’s ears. He moaned harder when Jaemin used Donghyuck’s precum to slick up his hand.
When Jaemin made a noise in his ear that sounded too close to a purr, Donghyuck was slammed with how close he was.
He put his hand on top of Jaemin’s, who stopped his movements. He didn’t want to come yet, so quickly for the second time in a row. He would never live down the humiliation.
Donghyuck’s cock throbbed painfully when Jaemin pulled away, whining at the lack of sensation.
“You close?” Jaemin questioned. He pulled his fingers out of Donghuck’s mouth, likely to allow him to respond. Donghyuck used the opportunity to spin himself around so that his back was to the wall, leaving he and Jaemin face to face.
A glance at Jaemin’s expression for the first time since they started revealed his pupils blown with lust. Donghyuck already had the physical proof that Jaemin enjoyed their encounter, courtesy of the other’s hard-on, but he still relished the raw desire prevalent on his features.
Jaemin brought his hand up to Donghyuck’s face again, fingers pressing intently at his lips. Donghyuck didn’t even think twice about taking them back in his mouth,
Jaemin breathed heavily, face trained on Donghyuck’s lips, and Donghyuck used his distraction to undo Jaemin’s belt. Donghyuck’s own hard-on was still standing tall, close to hitting his stomach from the amount of blood rushing to it. It was hard to undo the belt while not taking his eyes off of Jaemin’s, but he managed it eventually.
Jaemin’s cock was heavy in his hand when he pulled it out, the flesh smooth but firm in his grasp. It was pink at the head, leaking precum that Donghyuck swiped away with his thumb.
“Mmm,” Jaemin hummed. He moved his fingers in Donghyuck’s mouth, in and out, fucking it. Donghyuck whined, and in response, Jaemin pushed his fingers deeper into his mouth. They neared the back of his throat, and Donghyuck willed himself to relax.
“I can work with this,” Jaemin commented. He had the voice of someone planning. Even if Donghyuck were capable of speaking, he wouldn’t dare ask what Jaemin was thinking. He had an idea, and having it voiced out loud might make him finish right where he stood.
Donghyuck tore his eyes from Jaemin’s piercing stare to look down. As he did, Jaemin pushed his cock forward into Donghyuck’s grip, pulled back, and did it again. Donghyuck briefly forgot about his own arousal, throbbing as it was, until the head of Jaemin’s cock brushed against his, and Donghyuck’s mouth dropped wide open.
“Ah, fuck.” Jaemin thrust again, brushing his cock against Donghyuck’s once more. He asked, “Can they both fit in your hand?”
It was the best idea Jaemin ever had–the best thing he’d ever said.
Donghyuck let go of Jaemin’s cock to grab his own. The temptation to jerk himself to completion was overwhelming, but Donghyuck stamped on it, because the alternative was far too enticing.
Jaemin pushed their bodies together so that they were chest to chest. Jaemin’s cock pressed against Donghyuck’s shirt. He rubbed it up and down on Donghyuck’s chest, precum leaking on Donghyuck’s shirt. Donghyuck wrapped the end of his fingers around Jaemin’s cock, so that both of them were pressed together.
“That’s it,” Jaemin coaxed, his voice a purr once again. It was driving Donghyuck mad.
He could properly compare their sizes with both cocks in his hand–and Donghyuck had been right. He wasn’t small by any means. He liked to think he had an average-sized appendage, but Jaemin was absolutely bigger than him by a good inch at least.
Jaemin moved his hips, and Donghyuck felt Jaemin’s cock move against his, sliding up and down. The friction was uncomfortable, so Donghyuck thumbed at the precum on the head of his cock, which was a considerable amount from the long time it’d been left neglected.
It was much better that way. Donghyuck began moving his hand up and down, a steady pace.
His pride swelled when he saw Jaemin get lost in the feeling, thrusting his hips so that their cocks would slide together in addition to Donghyuck’s handling of them. At one point, Jaemin’s fingers left Donghyuck’s mouth and he pressed to hand to the wall, holding himself up, visibly overtaken by arousal.
With his mouth free, Donghyuck wondered what he could do with it. A thought popped into his head, with Jaemin’s face so close to his. They were breathing the same air, the smell of his cherry lip balm in his Donghyuck’s nose, the taste of the other’s panting breaths on the tip of his tongue. His mind unhelpfully supplied him with thoughts of, Cherry, cherry, cherry and Jaemin, Jaemin, Jaemin.
He could lean forward and kiss him, but was that part of this? Was it allowed?
They’d kissed before, sure, when directed by a script. But there, in a dingy closet with no cameras and no one to judge their level of intimacy, he wasn’t sure if it would be crossing some sort of line, an unspoken boundary between them. That thought held him back, but he couldn’t help but imagine it. Just for a second–Jaemin’s plush lips on his, just like when they filmed.
There was a heavy thump that came from Donghyuck’s heart. He forced himself to look away from Jaemin’s face, focusing instead on their bodies, his mind quickly distracted.
Jaemin was speeding up, the time between low groans becoming shorter, his thrusts shallower, more desperate than before. His oh-so-mysterious composure from their previous hook-up was faltering piece by piece. Donghyuck was so close–he didn’t want to come first, wanted to prove something to Jaemin after that comment from last time, but seeing Jaemin so needy, needy for Donghyuck, for the drag of his hand up his cock, he couldn’t.
Donghyuck didn’t want to but rather had to let go, spilling all over his hand and Jaemin’s cock.. When he looked back up, Jaemin was biting down on his lip so hard that the skin around the clamped teeth was white. It flushed rosy when he released it, and Jaemin came only moments later, thick strands of cum coating the both of them.
They were both just breathing for a moment, hot and sweaty and covered in their own filth. Donghyuck met Jaemin’s eyes, and they were sparkling.
“Shit, we can use my shirt to clean this off,” Jaemin suggested. “I have an extra. And it’s identical, no one will even notice.”
Donghyuck wanted to ask why the fuck Jaemin conveniently had a second version of the exact same shirt with him, but he was honestly too exhausted to care. And then Jaemin was stripping off the shirt, and Donghyuck didn’t even try to hide it when his gaze slid straight to Jaemin’s abs.
Jaemin caught him, of course, but he didn’t say anything. Just had one of those dumb smug looks on his face.
…
The day after his second ‘encounter’ with Jaemin was the crew dinner, which Donghyuck completely forgot about until Mark texted him a reminder an hour before he was supposed to get there.
He threw on the nicest clothes he had that weren’t dirty and ran to catch a bus. The entire time, he cursed himself for being so distracted by Jaemin of all things that he’d forgotten something so important. Well, as important as a social work event really was, but Mark had been talking excitedly about it for weeks, so that must have meant something. He really cared about everyone bonding, and Donghyuck thought it was admirable, if a little overbearing at times.
The address he was given led him to an upscale Korean restaurant, one that Donghyuck would have never been able to afford–not growing up, and not in current day. Just from the outside, he could tell how extravagant the place was by the entryway path that wound around a fountain. He felt immeasurably underdressed in his last-minute attire.
Donghyuck was one of the last people to show up, but with an entire party room rented out for the staff of over fifty members, he didn’t stick out too much. As soon as he entered, Mark grinned from ear to ear and beckoned him over. Donghyuck took the seat beside him with Chenle on his other side. He was thankful that he’d at least have Mark to sit with throughout the night to make the dinner less awkward.
Jaemin was across from him, dressed in a knitted white shirt that hung high on his arms, leaving them bare and displayed. The dim lighting from the room casted shadows that highlighted his muscles in a way that made Donghyuck’s body feel warm. Not to mention, the styling of the shirt accentuated his body too well. Donghyuck prayed for Jaemin to spill soy sauce all over it. That would give him a laugh, rather than the choked up feeling he was experiencing.
Sat beside Jaemin was Jeno, who sported an expensive-looking suit. They were engaged in a jovial conversation, laughing to each other. Jeno turned and waved at Donghyuck when he took his seat, while Jaemin failed to even glance in his direction.
“Hope I’m not late,” Donghyuck announced, more out of necessity than anything else. There was only water at the tables. No drink orders yet.
Renjun, between Jaemin and one of the makeup artists, waved a hand dismissively.
“What are you going to get?” he asked. “I definitely want something with pork belly.”
Donghyuck engaged in some small talk with Renjun, Mark, and Chenle, the latter of whom he’d barely spoken to before, but he found enjoyable to be around. Chenle was loud and friendly, and it was easy to fall into conversation with him.
At one point, a clicking sound went off nearby, and Donghyuck realized after his momentary confusion that it was from a camera. A camera held by Jaemin where he sat nearby. He had it pointed at Jeno, was posed in a way that was noticeably purposeful to Donghyuck, but was likely meant to appear candid.
Donghyuck leaned in close to Mark, keeping his voice down. “What is this, a modeling shoot?”
Mark rolled his eyes. “Nah man, Jaemin’s just into photography.”
Jaemin turned at the mention of his name. His eyes quickly honed in on Donghyuck, an interested look on his face. Nice fucking going, Mark.
Donghyuck scowled back at Jaemin in a way that definitely looked childish, and to his horror, Jaemin lifted the camera back up, lens trained on Donghyuck. A second later, multiple snaps signified that his picture was taken.
“Yo, what the hell!” Donghyuck cried.
Jaemin laughed, pulling the camera from his face to look through the photos.
“Yea, that’s a good one,” he said to a smiling Jeno.
“I don’t even wanna see it,” Donghyuck announced. “Delete it.”
“Delete it,” Jaemin mocked in a sing-song voice that sounded absolutely nothing like him. Donghyuck told him as such, one misturn away from launching across the table to grab a fistful of Jaemin’s hair, but he was spared by the waiter arriving at their table.
Jaemin smiled innocently at Donghyuck, a menacing move on his part, before ordering a diet dr pepper. Loser ass order.
When the waiter got to Chenle, the man enthusiastically ordered a cocktail, four bottles of soju in various fruity flavors, and a round of lemon drops for their whole table, which was made up of around a dozen crew members. Donghyuck planned on getting a beer, but decided he’d just settle for the shot and maybe some soju. Mixing a ton of alcohol and Jaemin in the same room, especially when Donghyuck was already annoyed at him, seemed like a bad idea.
Once the waiter finished taking all of their orders, Chenle sighed melodramatically. “Only a week left of recording,” he mused. He propped his elbows up on the table, then slid them forward. “I’m really gonna miss this show.”
Renjun snorted. “No you won’t.”
“You’re right, I really won’t. The plot is shit, but at least our leads put on a good show.” Chenle winked at Donghyuck, and his face heated up. If only Chenle fucking knew. “Besides, I’ll miss you guys.”
“Awww,” Renjun cooed. He reached across the table to pinch Chenle’s cheek, but his hand was slapped away immediately. “Wow, fuck you too.”
Chenle giggled, and it was contagious. He looked like a cat when his lips curled up. Mischievous, coy. Donghyuck found himself smiling, too.
“And Renjun is cursing even before he’s even drank anything,” Chenle teased. Donghyuck didn’t realize that Renjun and Chenle knew each other so well, but it was clear from their banter that they were close. Donghyuck hoped he’d have a relationship like that with one of his crews eventually.
“Speak of the devil!” Renjun called, and he took a bottle of soju when it was placed on the table by their waiter. One by one, the shot glasses were passed around to everyone.
“Cheers!” Chenle called, raising his own shot into the air and downing it before anyone else. Donghyuck followed suit, clinking his shot glass with Mark’s. It was sour and burned as it went down his throat. He scrunched up his face. Across from him, Jeno was making a similar face when he downed his own.
Next to him, Jaemin was toying with the straw of his dr. pepper. His shot was untouched, though he kept looking at it with intent. Donghyuck couldn’t help but notice when Jeno placed a hand on his shoulder, whispered in his ear. He was so close to Jaemin’s neck, close enough that Donghyuck, against his own will, imagined what it smelled like to be in Jeno’s position. And then Jaemin nodded, and Jeno took Jaemin’s shot, downing it with a quick gulp before putting the empty glass back in front of him.
Next to him, Chenle tapped his shoulder to offer him soju, and Donghyuck accepted gratefully.
…
A few minutes after they’d all ordered their food, it was clear that some people were more inebriated than others. Mainly Chenle. Donghyuck tuned in and out of his conversation with Renjun while he carried his own with Mark.
“I’m surprised he got a cocktail,” commented Mark. “He usually says they make him look too flamboyant.”
Donghyuck snickered, looked over to where Chenle, cheeks flushed, was gesturing emphatically as he spoke. “He doesn’t need help with that.”
Mark slapped his arm when he laughed, and then Chenle’s voice was too loud for them to ignore.
“Well no, I’m actually pretty skilled at tying people up–”
“We’re in public!” Mark scolded, but Chenle completely ignored him. Mark dropped his head to his hands.
“Oooh.” Jaemin suddenly picked up on the conversation. “What kind of rope?”
At the sound of his voice, Donghyuck’s mind flashed with scenarios of being restrained, subjected to Jaemin’s every whim, binds digging into his wrists just enough to pleasantly sting. He licked his dry lips, pinched his thigh hard to stay on track. He should have ordered that beer.
Mark groaned. “Jaemin!”
Chenle hummed to himself, ignoring Mark’s distress. “Um, the silky kind? Super expensive. My latest partner–it’s new, you know? I gotta impress him. And he has very fragile wrists, even if they don’t look it at first.” He took a long swig of pineapple soju. “Gotta be gentle, but not too gentle. He makes the best noises that way.”
Mark gasped. Jaemin and Jeno bursted out laughing. Renjun plucked the bottle out of Chenle’s hand. “That’s it. I’m cutting you off.”
“But that’s the best flavor we got!”
Chenle pouted, begging for the bottle back, but Renjun pawned it to the lights guy at the other end of the table.
Next to Jaemin, Jeno was giggling a little too hard for the jokes that had been made. His cheeks were almost as red as Chenles, the extra shot clearly doing a lot of the heavy lifting. Jaemin turned to look at Jeno, and the fondness in his eyes was so prevalent, like the earth orbited him. Irritation sparked in Donghyuck’s whole body.
Jaemin put a hand under Jeno’s chin, tilted it up so their faces were only inches apart. Jeno giggled, slapping Jaemin’s shoulder, leaning in even closer–as close as he and Jaemin had been the other day, when Donghyuck thought about kissing him but didn’t.
Jaemin ruffled Jeno’s hair, and Donghyuck’s stomach hurt. And his head. His clothes itched too. He turned back to Mark.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” he announced, getting up. His vision darkened, courtesy of the shot, but he recovered quickly.
He followed the signs that pointed towards the bathroom, and found when he went in that it was fancy and well-kept with modernized porcelain sinks and one huge mirror that spanned half the wall.
He washed his hands as he waited for the water to heat up. Once it was lukewarm, Donghyuck splashed some on his face. Usually he would’ve been wearing makeup for such an occasion, but he’d left the house too fast to put any on. There were notable bags under his eyes. He should probably switch to water instead of alcohol, even if it was so tempting to drown out his thoughts.
The door opened behind him, visible in the mirror, and in walked Jaemin.
Donghyuck expected Jaemin to walk up beside him casually, use one of the urinals, maybe wash his hands alongside him and make petty small talk that would leave Donghyuck seething for the rest of dinner.
Instead, when he walked up to Donghyuck, their eyes meeting in the mirror, he tugged on Donghyuck’s sleeve.
“What do you want?” Donghyuck asked, disgruntled.
“Oh, come on, don’t be like that,” Jaemin pouted, leaning over the sink so that he could look directly at Donghyuck. Donghyuck made the mistake of angling towards him, and then Jaemin tugged at the front of Donghyuck’s shirt.
Jaemin kissed him. Donghyuck’s brain shut down for a moment before his instincts kicked in and he was pushing up against Jaemin, returning the kiss with intensity.
“Not here,” Donghyuck had the brains to provide. Jaemin nodded against his head, maneuvered both of them into a stall, and pushed Donghyuck against the door of it after it locked. It reminded Donghyuck too much of the storage closet, cramped and kind of gross and entirely too close to Jaemin.
“You look so fucking edible,” Jaemin admitted breathily, eyeing Donghyuck up and down. Arousal coursed through him. “Been wanting to get you to myself all night.”
He had to be joking. Donghyuck was wearing a dress shirt from a chain supermarket underneath a cardigan while Jaemin’s clothes looked custom tailored specifically for him. But still, the words hit Donghyuck in all the right places. He didn’t want Jaemin to know that.
“You haven’t even looked at me tonight,” is how he responded, and when he said it, he thought of where Jaemin’s attention had been the whole night, and Jaemin’s spit turned sour on his tongue.
“Jealous, baby?” Jaemin quirked an eyebrow.
Donghyuck frowned. “Of course not, and don’t call me that.” Then the question slipped out of his mouth. “Are you and Jeno together?”
They certainly looked like it, acted like it. The way Jaemin looked at Jeno–he’d never looked at Donghyuck that way. Not even during filming.
Jaemin’s eyes lit up. “So you are jealous.”
It wasn’t missed by Donghyuck that he’d avoided answering the question. Something like humiliation boiled in his blood.
Donghyuck scoffed. “I’m not jealous. I just don’t wanna be some homewrecker. That’s like–super fucked up, man. Don’t drag me into that.”
Jaemin’s reaction was instant. The mischievous glint in his eyes vanished. His smile dropped.
“Are you serious right now?” he asked.
Donghyuck rolled his eyes, trying to appear nonchalant, but he could tell that what he said struck a nerve within Jaemin. The thought that he’d finally stumbled upon something to use against the other was sickly satisfying.
So instead of backing down, he muttered, “Wouldn’t put it past you.”
“Oh, okay. Fuck you,” Jaemin said. He tried to step back from Donghyuck, but the stall was too small to allow room. He tripped on the toilet behind him.
Donghyuck grabbed his arm on instinct and stopped him from falling. Jaemin shook him off like Dongyuck’s touch burned.
“What’s your problem?” Donghyuck asked. “I was just asking–”
“No, you were being an asshole. Like always.”
Donghyuck’s chest tightened. “I’m the asshole–”
“Yea, you are.” Jaemin laughed, but it was hollow. “You just love to assume shit, right? Screw that. You don’t know me.”
“No, I don’t!” Donghyuck agreed, which seemed to make Jaemin even more annoyed, if that was even possible. “Honestly, the only read I’ve got on you is that you’re a rich bastard with a hard-on for fucking guys who hate you. So excuse me if that calls your morals into question.”
Jaemin’s nostrils flared. “How’re you judging me when you’re the one who popped a hard-on at your damn job!” his voice was raised, a little too loud for comfort. There were heavy fans on in the bathroom, and the music probably did a good job at drowning out their voices from the rest of the restaurant, but Donghyuck still would’ve preferred to air on the side of caution
“And you could have ignored it, but instead–” Donghyuck opened the stall door, prepared to leave., turned back just to hiss, “--you came onto me–three times!”
“And you liked it,” Jaemin hissed right back.
“Yea, I liked it. It’s a blowjob. You aren’t special.” Donghyuck slammed the stall door behind him. Jaemin followed him out, but Donghyuck wouldn’t look at him.
“We’re not fucking together, by the way,” Jaemin said to his back. “Jeno is my friend. You tend to have those when your personality is half decent.”
Donghyuck didn’t want Jaemin to have the last word. He was prepared to reel around, give the other a piece of his mind, but at that moment another guest walked into the room. The stranger and Donghyuck made awkward eye contact as he walked to the urinal, and Donghyuck practically fled out of the restroom.
…
When Donghyuck got back to his table, his features were schooled as casually as he could muster. What good was being an actor if he couldn’t hold it together at a time like then?
Luckily, the food was arriving at about the same moment, so it was easy to slip back into his chair unnoticed when the entire table was ravenous and staring at the trays coming their way.
Jaemin returned minutes later. Donghyuck pretended to listen to Chenle’s story about the time he went snowboarding and broke his leg, but his thoughts were elsewhere.
He watched Jeno put a hand on Jaemin’s arm as he sat down, asking, “You okay?” There was no response. From the corner of his eye, he saw Jaemin shake his head in a way that conveyed ‘not now,’ and then Jaemin was eating, and a fake smile was plastered on his face. It would fool anyone in the room except for Donghyuck. And apparently Jeno, who just knew Jaemin that well.
The only exchange they had for the rest of the night was when Donghyuck passed Jaemin his dr. pepper refill that was incorrectly placed in front of Chenle. Jaemin pointedly did not thank him.
When Donghyuck got home that night, he planned to unload his shit onto Jisung. Unfortunately, the other wasn’t there, even though it was close to eleven at night. Donghyuck mused, rather miserably, that he was probably out with his mystery love affair, while Donghyuck was stuck lamenting over how much his own love life fucking sucked.
So he kicked around a few pillows in his room and aggressively washed his face in the exact opposite way that his Youtube tutorials instructed as productive. He just wanted it done with, wanted to be asleep where Na Jaemin couldn’t fuck with him anymore.
…
The next morning when Donghyuck woke up, he felt marginally better. His sleep was dreamless, or at least he remembered that way. And he hadn’t drank enough for a hangover to hit him, which was perfect considering that he had to work that day. He vaguely wondered how Chenle was going to be. Maybe he was one of those guys who just didn’t get hangovers, or, more likely, he was going to show up to work with coffee and a bottle of pain killers.
When Donghyuck reached over to his nightstand and unplugged his phone, ready to go through his notifications, his heart dropped to his ass.
He had texts from Jaemin.
Sure, they had each other's numbers, being co-workers and all, but they had never actually contacted each other. And even more surprising than the fact that Jaemin texted him in the first place was the content of said texts. They read:
(8:56) Jaemin: Come to work an hour early
(9:01) Jaemin: dressing room
It wasn’t the telling off that Donghyuck expected. Honestly, Donghyuck didn’t know what it was. Did Jaemin actually want to talk out their argument? Nip it in the bud before they had to get back to filming? Donghyuck didn’t get why he couldn’t do that over a phone call, or just like, be less fucking cryptic about it.
He checked the time–10:06. He was scheduled to be on set at 11:30. There was no way he’d make it to work by 10:30, even if he wanted to, which he didn’t.
So naturally, Donghyuck ended up on set at 10:28, tired, after chugging an energy drink, scarfing down a piece of toast and jam, and running to catch the nearest bus. He picked out the first clean clothes in his closet he saw–which decidedly did not match. Not like it mattered, though. The wardrobe staff would be dressing him up in just over an hour.
Donghyuck felt pretty pathetic about it. But he was curious about what Jaemin wanted. That was all. Maybe he’d been watching too much reality TV with Jisung and was craving fantastical drama.
So right at the time Jaemin told him to arrive, and not a minute later, Donghyuck was outside the dressing door. He thought about backing out, going and sitting at a cafe for the next hour until he actually had to be at work. He hadn’t even texted Jaemin back, so he could easily lie and say he never got the texts.
Ultimately, though, one hand knocked on the dressing room door while the other clutched at pepper spray in the side pocket of his bookbag, just in case Jaemin had called him to work early to murder him or something.
Jaemin opened the door only a few seconds later, and when he saw Donghyuck, he only raised an eyebrow.
“Wow, you actually came.” He sounded genuinely surprised.
“Good morning to you too,” Donghyuck responded. The energy drink hadn’t kicked in yet, so his brain couldn’t provide him with anything whittier.
“Come inside,” Jaemin invited. When Donghyuck scrutinized him, Jaemin let out a breath. “I’m not gonna kill you or anything.”
“Wouldn’t put it past you,” Donghyuck said, and he was joking, but then Jaemin sucked in a short breath. Donghyuck remembered that those were the exact words he’d used the night before when he’d set Jaemin off. He pressed his lips together, then released them with a ‘pop’ sound to break the awkward silence before it could fully settle.
Inside the dressing room, there didn’t appear to be a hidden gun or midevil torture device lurking in the shadows, nor did Jaemin appear particularly like he wanted to hurt Donghyuck at that moment. He allowed himself to relax, pulling his hand from where it rested on the pepper spray and dropping his bag on one of the makeup chairs.
Jaemin went over to his own bag and began rummaging through it. He didn’t appear to be actively searching for something, but more likely doing mindless motions to lessen the awkward air between them.
“Are we here to talk about last night?” Donghyuck finally asked, once he’d had enough of the silence.
Jaemin’s motions halted. “No.”
“But-”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” His expression was darker than usual.
Donghyuck huffed. He hated being interrupted. “Then why am I here?”
Jaemin fiddled with his bag again. This time, though, he pulled something out of it, a bottle. He twirled it in his fingers, and Donghyuck had no idea what it was from where he stood feet away, not until Jaemin spoke.
“You like getting fingered?”
“I-” fuck. Once again, Donghyuck wanted to say something intelligent, but rather than being held back by exhaustion, he found that his breath had been stolen straight from his lungs the moment Jaemin uttered those words.
‘What is wrong with you?’ is what Donghyuck really wanted to ask. ‘Have you hit your head on a rock?’ ‘Are you a clone of Na Jaemin sent to Earth specifically for the task of torturing me?’
Jaemin continued to twirl the bottle of lube in his hand, as if asking Donghyuck if he liked being fingered wasn’t fucking crazy. Like it wasn’t crazy with or without context. Less than twelve hours before, Jaemin yelled at him in a public bathroom, and Donghyuck slammed a stall door in his face. He’d been prepared for the two of them to never speak again when not directed by a script.
“You drive me insane,” Donghyuck said, but there wasn’t enough heat in his words to burn when they hit Jaemin’s ears
Donghyuck realized two things at that moment: Firstly, that Na Jaemin would never cease to surprise him. He was simply not a person capable of being deciphered. The sooner Donghyuck got used to that, the better off he’d be, and the less he’d drive himself mad trying to figure Jaemin out. Whatever they had going on was driven by sex, by desire, and Donghyuck didn’t need to understand Jaemin to understand their physical chemistry.
Secondly, Donghyuck realized that he was hard. His arousal had been growing ever since he first laid eyes on Jaemin just minutes before, dressed in purposefully ripped skinny jeans and a tank top that was way too skimpy for the weather outside. Jaemin propositioning him yet again had just brought more attention to it.
He smiled, more out of incredulousness than anything else, and Jaemin returned the gesture with a wicked grin of his own.
“Wanna lay down?” he asked. It sounded more like an order than a suggestion, but Donghyuck didn’t care either way. He did as he was directed, like he was in some script Jaemin made up on the spot, and Donghyuck always followed his scripts to a T. He picked the couch as the most obvious place in the room to get comfortable.
Jaemin put the bottle down on a table next to the couch, allowing it to be in arm's reach as he crawled on top of Donghyuck.
And then Jaemin was hovering above him. He didn’t give Donghyuck a chance to recover before going straight for his neck, latching his lips to the spot below his ear that made him too loud too fast. Donghyuck moaned, embarrassed when Jaemin teased a finger on the front of his pants, grazing it against his bulge. He pushed his hips up, craving more, and Jaemin pulled the hand away to twirl a lock of Donghyuck’s hair instead.
“You’re already hard,” Jaemin commented.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Jaemin laughed. “You never answered my question.”
Donghyuck wrinkled his nose, wishing Jaemin would get on with it, but when the other continued to just look down at him, he realized he was gonna have to speak. “What question?”
“Do you like being fingered or not?”
Donghyuck scoffed. “You’re such a prick.” Silence for a few seconds. “Okay, fine, fuck, yes, I like being fingered. Happy?”
Jaemin grinned. “Very.”
He removed his hand from Donghyuck’s hair and cupped his bulge again. Donghyuck whimpered, squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them, Jaemin was licking his lips above him. He tugged at the waist of Donghyuck’s pants.
Donghyuck nodded. “Take them off,” he ordered. He half expected Jaemin to argue with him, but the man obliged without complaint. Within seconds, Donghyuck’s pants were kicked off and thrown to the other side of the couch behind Jaemin.
His cock strained against his boxers, so Donghyuck pulled those off as well, leaning up so that his face was close to Jaemin’s while he did so.
“You’re kinda crazy, doing this in public,” Jaemin commented. Below him, Donghyuck flopped back onto the couch, naked from the waist down.
“You’re the one who suggested it!”
“Yea, but I know I’m freaky,” Jaemin replied. “Did you even lock the door? Anyone could come in here.”
Donghyuck’s cheeks flamed. Of course he hadn’t, because he had no fucking idea that him and Jaemin were going to end up hooking up again.
“Go lock it!” he exclaimed, and Jaemin did as such. The entire time he was gone, the air in the room felt too cold. A glance down at his cock showed that it was almost full to the brim where it rested against Donghyuck’s stomach. All that when Jaemin had barely even touched him.
God, he was so fucking pathetic.
It took all his will not to jerk himself off in the few moments Jamein was gone, but it was beyond worth it when the other came, getting back on top of Donghyuck and immediately taking Donghyuck’s cock into his hand.
“Mmmmfuck,” Donghyuck mumbled unintelligently. Jaemin removed his hand without a single stroke, the cruel man he was. It pulled a small noise from the back of Donghyuck’s throat.
He was about to complain, but then he saw Jaemin unscrewing the top of the lube bottle and his mouth went dry. Jaemin poured some on his fingers, then went back to Donghyuck’s cock. He began to stroke him slowly.
It was so wet, and when Jaemin sped up, the motions made filthy squelching noises. He moved up and down, and it was so good–too good, to the point where he’d come if Jaemin kept it up–but ultimately it wasn’t what he’d signed up for.
“Thought you were gonna finger me?” Donghyuck asked, proud of himself for keeping his voice steady long enough to string along a full sentence.
“You want that?” Jaemin asked.
“I mean–ah–” Jaemin flicked his wrist on Donghyuck’s cock, and his hips bucked.. “I-it is what I was promised.”
“Compelling argument,” Jaemin said. “But maybe I wanted to take my time.”
Donghyuck whined, and he tried to hide it as a response to Jaemin touching him but it was so obvious that it was a plead for Jaemin to get the fuck inside him.
“Jaemin,” he hissed, and then all the stimulation was gone as Jaemin released his dick. Donghyuck practically howled, over and under stimulated at the same time.
“God, you’re just begging for it.”
Donghyuck heard the cap of the lube open again, along with the sound more of it squeezing out.
He wanted to argue with Jaemin’s statement just for the sake of it, but he seemed like Jaemin was finally about to get on with it and Donghyuck did not want to be the reason for it getting delayed any longer.
He felt one of Jaemin’s hands under his left thigh, and Donghyuck lifted it, allowing Jaemin to spread him open. He ignored his natural instinct to cover himself up, the mix of shame and arousal from being displayed for Jaemin’s enjoyment making him grow impossibly harder, impossibly more anticipatory for what was to come.
Donghyuck sucked in a breath when the first finger brushed against his entrance, lube both warm and cold against him, and he lifted his hips, trying to make it as obvious as physically possible that he needed Jaemin inside.
Jaemin, apparently, wanted to draw it out a little further. “You’re ready?”
No shit, Donghyuck wanted to bite back, but instead he replied, “Yea, yea.” Because it was less likely to give Jaemin a reason to hold off any longer.
Jaemin slipped his other hand up Donghyuck’s shirt, trailing perfectly manicured fingernails up and down his abdomen. His stomach flipped, goosebumps rising on his arms, and Jaemin used that moment to sink inside him.
The breath left Donghyuck slowly, with purpose, more air lost the deeper into him Jaemin pushed.
Once Jaemin was as far in as he could go, he moved to Donghyuck’s waist, gripping skin there hard enough to almost hurt before releasing it.
Jaemin didn’t move at first, instead lifting up Donghyuck’s shirt until it displayed most of his torso, prodding at his chest, flicking his fingers over Donghyuck’s nipples. It was mortifying to be appraised so intimately, but was so compelling in the same vain. Donghyuck hadn’t felt so desired in so long, which ultimately said more about how sad his love life was rather than how good of a lover Jaemin was, but it didn’t matter to him in the moment.
As good as Jaemin’s hand on him felt, he was all-too-aware of the pressure inside him, and his hard on leaking precum onto his belly.
“Why do you keep teasing me?” Donghyuck asked, moving his hips in search of some sort of pressure. Jaemin’s finger sank a little deeper, and it was so good. Donghyuck was already adjusted to the feeling of having Jaemin inside him, like he belonged there.
“Because you’re so damn cute when you’re trying your hardest not to beg me,” Jaemin replied.
Fuck, if begging was what Jaemin really wanted–if it was what it took for him to keep going, to move faster, Donghyuck would really consider it. Even if he’d regret it for years to come.
But not yet. He wasn’t that pathetic yet.
So instead he replied, “Cute?” in what he hoped was an annoyed tone, but sounded more like a squeak to his own ears.
And judging by Jaemin’s proud face above him, it likely sounded that way to him too. He reached his free hand up to sweep stray hairs from Donghyuck’s face, lingering just a second too long when the pads of his fingers brushed his hairline.
“Adorable,” he replied, and then he finally started fucking Donghyuck with his fingers, dragging them in and out of him languidly. It caught Donghyuck so off guard that he couldn’t refute the compliment–was it even a compliment at all, or was Jaemin just patronizing him? Donghyuck wasn’t positive either way. Honestly, he didn’t care, because he was finally getting what he needed.
“More,” Donghyuck said too soon. “Another.”
Jaemin obliged him without a witty reply tacked on, thank goodness, and Donghyuck relished in the feeling of being opened up by a second finger. Jaemin started to slow down, to let him adjust, but Donghyuck was sick of it.
He grabbed Jaemin’s arm, leveraged his body at an angle to shove it in hard.
“Ah-” he cried out. He squeezed his eyes shut. Above him, Jaemin let out a breath. “Need–more.”
“Baby, all you have to do is ask.” He paused after saying it, and Donghyuck was going to fucking kill him if he didn’t start moving again in under three seconds. But then Jaemin spoke again. “Fuck, sorry,” he said. “I know you don’t want me to call you that. It just slips out.”
Donghyuck peeked his eyes open to see that Jaemin had a look on his face that read as guilty. He supposedly felt bad, the fucker, after all he’d put Donghyuck through. Over a stupid fucking pet name.
But then something cloyed in his chest–a sick, saccharine reaction to what Jaemin had said–no, not to what he said, exactly, but the knowledge that as much as Jaemin worked him up, often on purpose, he wanted Donghyuck to enjoy this.
“I don’t care,” Donghyuck said. “Call me whatever you want, just–just stop stopping, asshole.”
But Jaemin didn’t keep moving like Donghyuck hoped he would. Instead, his eyes widened. “Really?” he asked, voice husky. “You mean it?”
His cock twitched, the feeling in his chest swallowing him whole.
“I-fuck, yes, please just move,” he said, because begging at that point was less humiliating than the way Jaemin was looking at him, than the way that it made him feel.
Jaemin complied, then, back to his steady pace, only a little faster, and Donghyuck hummed in satisfaction.
“Do you like it?” Jaemin asked. “Do you like when I call you baby?”
No, fuck you, was on the tip of his tongue, but then Jaemin pushed his fingers in at just the right angle to brush his prostate, and Donghyuck keened.
“Fuck. Yes,” he cried, both an answer to Jaemin’s question and a response to the stimulation. He was struggling to breathe, and then Jaemin pressed fully against his prostate, and Donghyuck’s mouth dropped open, incomprehensible noises falling from his lips.
“You sound so good, baby,” Jaemin said, and Donghyuck moaned, overcome with how much it turned him on to be called that, annoyed that it took falling apart for him to admit it, even to himself. “Keep making noises for me, yea?”
He shouldn’t. Someone could come in early and hear them, even if they couldn’t get into the locked room. But the way Jaemin coaxed him so kindly left no room for Donghyuck to consider disobeying.
Jaemin’s other hand continued to roam Donghyuck’s body, the ghost of his touch sending sensations all through him. Paired with Jaemin hitting his prostate over and over, the feeling was too much. He could feel sweat on his forehead and arms, and slickness all over his thighs. He was slowly but surely being rendered a mess, only able to moan and curse, completely under Jaemin’s charm.
“Can I add another?” Jaemin asked at one point, and Donghyuck nodded so enthusiastically he almost pulled a muscle in his neck.
“Please,” he said, the last of his pride abandoning him in one big wave. “Please, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
“Oh my god,” Jaemin muttered, like he hadn’t meant to. Donghyuck whimpered when the third finger entered him, Jaemin continuing at the same fast pace he’d been going at before. At least he was finally getting it, that Donghyuck needed him to do that. “Baby, you’re so hot.”
“Mmmm,” Donghyuck whined, his hips starting to move erratically. “C-close.”
“Can you come like this? Without me touching your cock?”
“Mm-hmm–” Donghyuck’s pitch went up an octave as Jaemin massaged his prostate.
In truth, Donghyuck wasn’t actually sure if he could. He never had before, he’d always needed direct stimulation to get him to finish, but right then, he felt more turned on than he ever had in his life when he heard how enticed Jaemin sounded by the idea of it.
He allowed his eyes to rake all over Jaemin’s figure. He felt a tinge of disappointment when he realized Jaemin was still fully clothed, but it was wiped away when he could visibly see a bulge outlined on Jaemin’s jeans. He stared at it for a moment, moved his gaze on to the way Jaemin’s arms flexed where he fucked him, the veins on Jaemin’s hands prominent where he grabbed Donghyuck’s waist.
“Fuck, baby,” Jaemin breathed, shoving into him hard, and Donghyuck was absolutely gone. Every movement on Jaemin’s part, each small twist of his fingers or brush of nails on Donghyuck’s skin, made his head spin, brain unable to come up with any coherent thoughts beyond a mantra of Jaemin Jaemin Jaemin and a slew of curses. And Jaemin kept coaxing him, calling him baby, returning with curses of his own that sounded so good when it came from him.
He started thrashing against the couch, against the constraint of Jaemin on top of him, and then he couldn’t take it any longer and he was coming, untouched, his body tingling all over. His cock shot out thick white stripes that covered Donghyuck’s chest, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through him.
Donghyuck was completely spent, breathing hard and heavy. He was completely boneless when Jaemin pulled his fingers out of him. Donghyuck scrunched his nose in disgust when the other wiped it on Donghyuck’s shirt, even if it was already covered in cum, and Jaemin chuckled.
“I have an extra shirt for you in my bag,” he said, then started fumbling with the zipper of his jeans. Donghyuck’s mouth watered.
“You?” he asked, unable to form full sentences just yet.
“Can I fuck your thighs?” Jaemin requested, not missing a beat. He shoved his jeans down and then paused, his cock tenting in his briefs.
“I-fuck, sure,” Donghyuck said, completely taken aback because the thought of doing something like that had never occurred to him. Would that even feel good? But by how quickly Jaemin brought it up, it was likely that it’d been his intention the whole time.
Jaemin shoved his underwear down after that. He didn’t waste any time after his cock sprang free, lining up with Donghyuck like he was about to fuck him. He grabbed both of Donghyuck’s legs, pressed them together.
“Keep them like that,” he said, and then he was pushing in, and Donghyuck could see the head of his cock peeking in between his thighs, and fuck, it was hot.
Jaemin didn’t start out slow–he fucked Donghyuck’s thighs hard enough to shake them both on the couch, and the noises he made were completely debauched. There was enough lube that leaked while they were fingering Donghyuck that his thighs were slippery, and he struggled to keep them completely upright, but Jaemin helped him out with that.
The view was so attractive, and it filled Donghyuck with a raw, surreal feeling. It looked like Jaemin was fucking him for real. He suddenly wished he was turned over, so it didn’t feel so intimate, and then the thought of being all fours while Jaemin rammed into him popped into his mouth and fuck, was he drooling? He wiped his mouth, because that was embarrassing, but Jaemin above him was so caught up in his motions that he hadn’t even noticed.
“Fuck, baby, so fucking good–” Jaemin rambled, clearly lost in the feeling. It was a strange sight for Donghyuck to see, after having already finished– to see Jaemin so undone, sweat forming just above his brow and at his hairline, abs flexing when he pushed fully through Donghyuck’s thighs. Jaemin was behaving desperately in a way Donghyuck had never seen from him before, in a way Donghyuck never knew he needed to see from him before.
Jaemin sped up even faster, if it was possible, his movements getting sloppier the more he went on. A few times, his hard cock brushed up against Donghyuck’s spent one, and the shockwaves caused him to cry out. Jaemin let out an apology the first time, but Donghyuck shook his head, because he liked it. He hoped Jaemin understood that, even without him saying it. He must have, because he didn’t apologize again, and Donghyuck bit his lip harder each successive time it happened.
Jaemin came after what couldn’t have been more than three minutes, his quick movements suddenly stopping, sending Donghyuck reeling with the same out-of-body feeling that happens when you’re accustomed to swimming and you’re suddenly on land. Jaemin had been moving them back and forth and then he wasn’t and cum was spurting all over Donghyuck’s chest and shirt, leaving him covered in a mix of the two of them.
Donghyuck’s legs spread out, and Jaemin leaned into his space, arms trembling where they held him up on the couch. If he was to let go and collapse onto Donghyuck, they would be really fucking messy, which he was probably trying to avoid. Donghyuck wasn’t sure if he would even care if that happened.
Eventually he stood, and Donghyuck didn’t notice that his legs were a little shaky too. He didn’t comment on it, because he had come minutes ago and still didn’t trust his legs not to fail under him if he stood.
Jaemin went over to his bag, pulled out some items. He tossed something at Donghyuck, and it landed by his feet on the couch. He sat up, wincing at how slippery he was. They were lucky it wasn’t all over the couch.
It was a box of wet wipes.
“You really thought ahead,” Donghyuck commented.
Jaemin hummed in acknowledgement. “I got an extra shirt here too,” he said, placing it on the back of a nearby chair. “And a plastic bag for the dirty shit. And some cologne to cover up the smell–” he sprayed said cologne a couple times. “Try to clean up as well as you can.”
So he got up, legs like jelly as he cleaned off and put his clothes back on. Jaemin opened a few windows in the room.
Fuck, Jaemin had planned out the whole thing perfectly. Donghyuck was simultaneously impressed, freaked out, but also turned on, his cock starting to fill once again, aching for a release that wasn’t non-contact. Unfortunately, though, their shift started too soon.
“Do you wanna-” Donghyuck hesitated for a second, embarrassed, because he had never been the one to initiate any of this. They’d never even planned ahead, or anything like that. What did that say about them? “Um, again, after our shift?”
Jaemin’s shoulders sagged, just a bit. “Busy,” he said. “Jeno’s picking me up to see a movie.”
A little pit settled in Donghyuck’s stomach, remembering their argument from the night before. Jaemin seemed careful when he mentioned Jeno’s name, like he was gauging a reaction. Donghyuck tried not to let anything display on his face.
Jaemin said they weren’t together, and who was he to not believe him? Who was he to even care? Still, the feeling in his gut persisted.
“Oh,” is all he said, and he thought about apologizing, but when he remembered how that idea went earlier in the day, he stopped himself.
Jaemin sensed the tension, worried on his bottom lip. “But another time?”
Donghyuck gulped. The proposition was vague, nonspecific, like the entire thing they had going on. But it felt like a promise.
“I, yea, okay.”