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Venus as a boy
Chapter 1.
“Hey, cutie!” Yongbok said from behind the bar, immediately getting his long-time friend’s attention on the other side.
“Yongbok!” Jeongin greeted him joyously, reaching out to shake his hand.
“What are you doing here? Long time no see!”. He said immediately serving him a Manhattan, as he remembered it was one Yongbok’s favorite drinks.
“I’m after you, Innie, I told you I’d always find you” Yongbok winked playfully at him, which made Jeongin shake his head in amusement. “Yeah. Remember my friend Minho? He and his fiancé are finally tying the knot, so were looking for a hot dancer for their bachelor party” Yongbok said, taking a sip from his drink.
“Hey that’s great! I’m really happy for them!” Jeongin said, serving beers for some guys waiting for them. “But, are you like… looking to hire someone or…?”
“No!” Yongbok interrupted him, “We’re here already, just get us a table and your finest dancer. You know me, I want the most beautiful man my eyes have ever seen” He winked again.
Jeongin chuckled, “Oh, yes, I think I’ve got just what you’re looking for, my dear friend…” He said, and pointed behind Yongbok, where a tall, slim guy was sliding down the pole, on one of the platforms.
He landed on his hands in a gymnastic pose and stood up to the rhythm of the music, all his body rolling sensually to it. He rolled his eyes back, turning to his side and focusing his gaze of Yongbok, who was absolutely lost on the man dancing on the platform not so far away from them. Yongbok’s jaw was on the floor. He was completely impressed by the dancer. The absolute control he had over his own body, the way each of his moves flowed with the music, and his looks.
His black, short, spikey hair damped with sweat, and how it dripped down his almost naked body. Only a pair of black leather hotpants and a harness over him.
Jeongjin shook his head again. Laughing, poking Yongbok’s arm, pulling him back to reality. “His name is Sam, I knew you’d like him! Give me a minute and I’ll set you up myself, meet me at the stairs up the VIP area”.
Jeongin went upstairs and met them. They knew each other because they were regulars at the previous bar Jeongin used to work at. He was happy to see them all again, they were amazing clients and they always left the biggest tips for him. And this new bar was, well, too new, which was at the same time a good and a bad thing, it was a busy night, but they managed to get a good table and great attention. Jeongin assigned his best waiter for them and told them the dancer would be with them in a bit, after he got refreshed and ready for them.
Good thing was, the place was amazing. The music was great, according to Jeongin the DJ was also one of the owners.
They were enjoying the view from their location, the lounge was a glass enclosed balcony were they could see everyone enjoying their night in the bar. They were talking, joking, just being their usual dumbass selves. The drinks were great, the attention amazing, and the bar itself was really impressive. The areas were divided by colors and themes, and they got an amber lounge, where the decoration, furniture, and everything else, plus the lights made it all look like they were made of gold. Minho and Jisung were sitting together, just talking and enjoying their friends’ company while Yongbok took charge of organizing everything. He was, however, also enjoying the party, sitting with Changbin and Seungmin, enjoying their crazy stories from the last trip they made to visit Seungmin’s parents. Then, the room was suddenly invaded by the loud music from outside, as the door opened, a tall, slim figure walking in.
The heavy door of the VIP room clicked shut, instantly swallowing most of the club’s chaos. Outside, the music was a deafening roar; in here, it was reduced to a muffled, rhythmic pulse that vibrated faintly through the plush leather booth Yongbok was sitting on.
Now having him up close, Yongbok had a much better look at him. He had changed his clothes, actually, he had put on some clothes. He didn’t look like just another stripper. Sam’s image reminded him of a rock star, with his leather, low rise pants and black sleeveless shirt that made his shoulders stand out and showed off his defined arms. His neck was adorned by a leather choker with metallic studs, and silver layered chains that glimmered with every move he made.
He couldn’t be sure of it, but it only made sense that Sam was wearing lip gloss, or something that made his plump lips look so juicy he felt the urge to bite them. He was also wearing black eyeliner and dark eye shadow, which made his gaze look dangerous. His hair, jet-black and messily chopped, gave him the air of a guy that just went downstage from playing with his punk band.
It was supposed to be a dance for the bachelors, but the moment Sam stepped into the dim, amber lit room, the focus shifted. He didn't start with a high energy routine. Instead, he moved with a slow, deliberate grace that felt incredibly personal. He immediately worked the room. He was a master of his craft, laughing off the bachelor’s loud jokes and matching the high energy of the group. He moved from one friend to the other, letting them tuck bills into the waistband of his low-rise leather pants and dancing just close enough to make them cheer, turning the small VIP lounge into their own private party.
But Yongbok wasn't just another face in the crowd, and Sam made sure he knew it.
Even while spinning the bachelor around while letting them strip him off his clothes or hyping up the rest of the table, Sam’s eyes kept drifting back. He used Yongbok as his anchor. Every few seconds, over a friend's shoulder or through the flashing ambient lights, Sam would lock eyes with Yongbok and flash a quick, playful smirk, as if they were sharing a private joke the rest of the room was completely oblivious to.
At one point, Sam danced his way over to the center of the booth. He leaned down to take a sip from the bachelor's drink, making the group roar with laughter, but as he stood back up, his hand casually trailed along the back of the leather sofa. His fingers lightly, almost accidentally, brushed against the nape of Yongbok's neck. It was a brief, burning touch that lasted only a second before Sam turned back to the crowd, leaving Yongbok breathless while the rest of the room just kept on cheering.
Sam pulled Jisung to the center of the VIP room, effortlessly commanding the space. The group of friends was hooting and hollering, clapping to the beat of the muffled bass bleeding through the walls.
Sam gave the bachelor a slow, teasing spin, but instead of finishing the move there, he backed the groom up right toward where Yongbok was sitting.
"Alright, I need some help here," Sam announced to the room, his voice booming with easy confidence. He looked directly at Yongbok and winked, a sudden flash of warmth replacing his sharp performer persona. "You. The quiet one who hired me. Come here and hold his drink for a second before he spills it on my boots. Can you handle that for me?"
The friends exploded in laughter, pushing Yongbok forward. "Yeah, Yongbok!” Seungmin shouted, “Do your job as best man!", completely oblivious to the heat rising in Yongbok’s face.
Yongbok stood up, his heart doing a nervous flip as he took the cold glass from Jisung. As he reached out, Sam didn't just let him take the drink. He stepped in close, sandwiching the bachelor between them for just a split second, and leaned down so his lips were brushing Yongbok’s ear.
"Don't look so scared," Sam whispered, his voice dropping to a low, husky register that didn't carry to the rest of the shouting group. "I'm just checking on you. You doing okay over here?"
Before Yongbok could even find his voice to answer, Sam pulled back with a blinding, professional smile, turned Jisung back toward the center of the room, and went right back to giving the group the show of their lives.
Sam’s show finally wound down. The guys were a complete mess of sloppy hugs and loud laughter, already drunk, and ready for the next round of drinks. Luckily for Yongbok, they were so drunk on the energy and the alcohol that they barely noticed him lagging behind.
Yongbok observed and chuckled, enjoying the chaos in front of him, suddenly noticing Sam walking towards him, a glass on each hand, and sitting beside him on the soft couch. The smell of coconut oil was softer now, mixed with the real, clean scent of his skin. The bright, performative smile was completely gone, replaced by a quiet, steady gaze. He offered one of the drinks for Yongbok and only wet his lips on his glass.
“So, what kind of name is Sam?” Yongbok started. “A stripper’s” Sam replied playfully, leaning in towards him, seeing the blonde laughing and closing the distance until Yongbok could feel the heat still radiating off the taller man's body. He put his silky shirt back on, but left it unbuttoned.
"I did my job for them," Sam said, his voice dropping to that low, intimate register Yongbok had heard earlier. He reached out, his hand no longer playing a part for a crowd, and gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind Yongbok’s ear. His fingers were surprisingly warm. "But I spent the whole night wishing I was only dancing for you."
Yongbok’s breath hitched in his throat. There was no group to hide behind anymore, no music to drown out the sudden, heavy thudding of his own heart.
Sam didn't push. He just tilted his head, giving Yongbok a soft, genuine smile that made him look and feel warmer, more real.
“Say, do you…” Yongbok cleared his throat and bit his lip before continuing, “…Do you give more private shows?” He said, looking at his friends, who were talking to the waiter, asking for more drinks.
Sam sighed in contempt. After all it wasn’t going to be as difficult as he thought to separate the blonde guy he got his eyes on away from his friends. He pointed outside through the glass walls, at the DJ booth. “See the short, blonde guy? Ask him to set us up at the red room in around 10. Wait for me there?” He winked and stood up, leaving his drink untouched.
Yongbok stared at the glass. He could fell his blood boiling, traveling from his toes to his head, passing through his heart, making it beat faster and faster in anticipation. Changbin shouted his name, catching his attention. He stood up, and walked towards them, overhearing their plans to go eat and maybe go home. Luckily for him, Minho was offering Changbin and Seungmin a ride, so he could stay behind without pressure. He told them he might meet them later at the restaurant and left the lounge.
The door to the Red Room hadn't even clicked fully shut before Yongbok felt a hand pulling him in. The air in the small, secluded room was heavy and warm, smelling faintly of leather and Sam’s clean, addictive sweat.
Sam didn't waste a single second. He cupped Yongbok's jaw in one large, warm hand, tilting his head up just enough to crash their lips in a kiss that was both possessive and incredibly deep. It wasn't the practiced, teasing kiss of a performer; it was raw, urgent, and heavy with the tension they had been building all night. Yongbok’s hands immediately went to grip Sam’s shoulders, feeling the hard, defined muscles under his palms as he kissed him back, completely lost in the sensation.
Sam’s free hand slid down Yongbok’s spine, splaying wide over the small of his back to pulling their hips as close as possible. The sudden, hard friction made Yongbok’s knees go weak, his breath hitching sharply against Sam’s plump, soft lips.
Sam broke the kiss just enough to trail a line of wet, biting nips down the side of Yongbok's neck, focusing on the sensitive skin just below his ear.
“Your guy gave me a funny look when I went to him” Yongbok said between kisses. “I’m sure…” Sam replied, tangling his fingers in Yongbok’s hair at the nape of his neck, “This is the only room with no cameras” He murmured against the blonde’s skin as Sam held him steady as his other hand began to slide under Yongbok’s shirt, tracing the ridges of his ribs and leaving a trail of fire on his skin. Yongbok let out a soft, broken moan, his fingers digging into Sam’s back as he completely surrendered to the overwhelming heat of the moment.
Every movement was fueled by a sudden, electric desperation. Sam’s hands were everywhere at once, sliding under Yongbok’s shirt to map the curve of his waist while his mouth never left Yongbok’s. Yongbok yielded completely, his hands tearing at the fabric of Sam's shirt, needing that direct skin on skin contact.
It was when, suddenly, Yongbok was taken by surprise, as Sam made him turn around and bent him over the velvet red couch, quickly undoing Yongbok’s belt and pulling his pants down to his knees. There was a small pause, when Yongbok heard the tearing of a plastic envelope and then saw it fall on the floor. It was condom’s pack.
He then heard the faint sound of a cap popping, and then felt a pair of lubed fingers sliding into him, slowly, but steadily, as deep as they could go. He moaned loudly. He thought he could have been heard outside, but the muffled bassline of the music from outside felt loud enough to dissipate that thought from his mind. Yongbok had to shake him head, he thought that could help him put him mind back in order, but the long fingers sliding rhythmically in and out of him were driving him crazy.
For a second he thought of how great it felt and how good Sam was fingering him, but as he was immersed in the overwhelming sensation on the moment, he gasped at the subsequent emptiness that followed as the fingers pulled out from him. Then, the pressure of something bigger pushed inside his hole made him groan in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Oh, fuc-“ He choked on his own words, as Sam pulled him up, to hold him close against his body, while he kept pushing himself inside slowly. “Fuck, how do you look and feel so good?” Sam hissed, his words interrupted by a loud moan coming from the blonde. “Yes, louder, baby, let me hear you scream…” The taller man continued, grunting as he thrusted into the wet hotness of Yongbok.
He pushed himself further inside Yongbok, holding the blonde’s slim body by the tiny waist with his large hands. “Fuck, -the blonde groaned- please harder, Sam, harder…” He breathed out. Sam gripped to the tiny waist, knowing he could have seen the marks he was leaving on the pale skin hadn’t the lights in the room been red.
He pulled Yongbok in tightly, only to turn around and pin him against the wall, facing it, as he fucked him from behind, their bodies slamming together, roughly, as he held Yongbok with one hand and held himself up to the wall with the other, while Yongbok was pushing with his own hands against the padded wall, clawing and scratching on it, feeling Sam’s entire length sliding in and out of him. Quickly, amongst moans and pants, as he looked down, Sam saw Yongbok’s cum dripping on the floor, as he felt himself throbbing with his own orgasm inside the blonde’s worn out body.
They stayed like that for a while, chests heaving in the quiet room, slick with sweat and drowning in the breathless aftershock.
Sam was the first to pull back slightly, though his hands remained firmly on Yongbok's hips, unwilling to let go completely. He rested his forehead on Yongbok's shoulder, their breathing heavy with a desire that clearly hadn't been satisfied by just one quick encounter.
“You gotta go now?” The taller man asked, still short of breath as he pulled his own pants up, while Yongbok fixed his shirt and picked his jacket from the couch. “Yes, my friends are waiting for me” He sighed, smiling.
“I will see you again, won’t I?” Sam asked, letting himself fall heavily on the soft velvet couch. “Tomorrow?” Yongbok surprised himself asking, as if the words had just slipped out of his swollen lips.
Sam giggled softly, so sweetly he almost didn’t seem like the same daring, shameless guy that had danced before, taking his clothes off for a group of drunk men just half an hour ago.
“Tomorrow.” Sam repeated, standing up to block the door and pull Yongbok for another kiss, this time slower, before opening it and letting him out of the Red room, slapping the blonde man’s ass as he walked out.
Sunday morning. Yongbok opened his eyes, the sunlight hitting him right in the face, making him scrunch his eyes and rub his face. He overslept. He knew it because the sun usually hits his bed only by 9am.
He took his phone. No messages but the ones he got last night from the guys letting each other know they were home safe. He sighed.
His head felt heavy even when he wasn't hungover. Maybe he was just tired. He decided to take a shower.
He stood up and made his bed, kneeling over it to reach the further side of the mattress. He got a flashback. He felt a sudden wave of heat up his neck. He felt those hands on his hips. Pulling him in, keeping him in place, as the man behind him thrusted roughly into him. He moaned. He arched his back and wriggled his hips. Looking around, he reached out for the drawer in the nightstand, taking his dildo and lube. He got into it. He laid on his bed, taking his clothes off, touching himself, sliding the dildo inside himself. He moaned again, breathless. "Sam...." He kept stroking, fucking himself with the toy, until he quickly made himself come.
Sighing, Yongbok laid the wet toy on the bed and caressed himself, giggling. "Yeah I'm gonna have to buy a bigger dildo now".
He walked out of the shower, in an oversized tee and sweatpants. He heard the elevator doors open. "Changbin!" He greeted his friend, walking into the kitchen, getting a glass of water for himself. "You didn't make it to the gym" the shorter man said, also walking into the kitchen, going through the cabinets to get some coffee to make.
"Yeah" Yongbok replied absently. They silently walked to the living room and sat on the couch, sighing lazily. "So, how did it go?" Changbin started, teasingly. Yongbok gave him a confused look. "The stripper?" He said. "Oh, that.... Sam" the blonde replied, almost inaudible.
"Oh my, he has a name?" Changbin stood up when the coffee machine beeped. "A stripper name" Yongbok chuckled, repeating the guy's words. "Yeah well, how did it go?"
"Oh, great, yes. Nice guy, really hot..." He stared at his glass of water. It was almost as if he could see Sam's face in front of him. "Yeah, well, we all saw that, Yongbokkie, he took his clothes off for us" Changbin came back to the couch and sat beside Yongbok, putting a hand on his thigh. "Are you going back?" The shorter man asked softly.
Yongbok didn't reply right away. He bit his lip, lost in thought, placing his hand over Changbin's, squeezing softly on it. "I don't know. I mean, I want to but, I'm not sure if I should" he said, looking into Changbin's eyes. "Come on Yongbokkie! You have to! I saw how the guy was completely fixated on you, you need to go back." Changbin sighed, taking a sip from his coffee. “What is it you don’t know?”
“Well, I think it’s too fast, too soon, too-“. “Too soon for what?, Yongbok, you haven’t dated since…” Changbin interrupted himself, regretting what he had started to say. “Since we broke up, Binnie. It’s ok.” The blonde took his chance to speak. “You really need to stop trying to avoid the topic, or we’ll never move on.”
Yongbok released his ex-boyfriend’s hand and held his glass of water with both hands.
“You know what? I’m going to the club tonight.” He said, smiling brightly, turning to his side to face Changbin, who was now more confused than anything from the sudden change in spirit in Yongbok. “I gotta see him again, Binnie, we fucked last night and… damn, I want more.” “You never talked about me like that, Yongbok, I’m getting jealous” He joked.
Yongbok slapped his thigh playfully, then stood up, looking for his phone. “Oh, you got his number?” Changbin shouted. “What? No” Yongbok said, dialing and putting his phone on speaker on the kitchen counter. “We need to book that flight for the conference next week, remember? I’m calling our friend in the airline”
Changbin stood up and washed the mug and left while Yongbok talked on the phone.
His day went by just like any other day, but slower.
Damn slower.
The slowest day ever.
He went out to run some errands and met the guys for lunch. Fortunately, nobody mentioned anything about the night before during lunch. He didn’t feel like talking about it any longer. He kept checking his watch, as if expecting the night to just fall magically, and that the club opened so that he could go back and meet Sam again. “Sam…” He said out loud. “A stripper’s” The man's voice echoed in his head. It was as if he could see the guy sitting right in front of him, smiling at him. He sighed.
Yongbok went back home because he realized he wasn’t really getting anything done because of the anxiety. He needed time to run faster. It was only 3pm and he was going crazy. He got home and crashed on his bed. Surprisingly, he fell asleep immediately.
He woke up. It was 8pm. At least.
He stood up and ran a long, warm, relaxing shower. He didn’t want to go there so early, he didn’t want to bother Sam at his job, even though he was actually hoping that the man would drop everything he was doing and run to him. What if he did?
Yongbok suddenly felt so stupid. He was acting like a teenage girl with a crush.
What if Sam just ignored him and acted like he was just another client at the bar?
Maybe he shouldn’t go.
He sighed and finished his shower. He just couldn’t make up his mind. He started getting dressed real slow, while over thinking about every little decision he had made in life.
He chose a black satin shirt and black pants.
Hair combed back, off his face. Perfume. His gold watch.
He was ready to leave. 10:30pm.
He walked in, straight to the bar, where Jeongin chuckled as soon as he saw him.
“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t expecting you to be back this soon” He said, serving Yongbok’s Manhattan, and handling it to him. Yongbok smiled nervously, but he had made it that far, so there was no turning back for him anymore. “Is he here?” He asked.
Jeongin didn’t hear him at first, the music was loud and it was a busy night again. But the man knew why Yongbok was there again, so he just played along. “He’s busy in one of the VIPs, he should be back in a couple of minutes.”
After a while, Jeongin motioned Yongbok to go upstairs. “Green room” He told him, and just waved him away. The blonde left his empty glass on the bar and went upstairs. Jeongin had told him the Green room was two rooms before the Red one, so he found it easily. Cracking the door open, he found Sam sitting in the couch, picking up some bills from the floor. The man looked at him and smiled warmly.
“Jeongin said you were here.” Yongbok said, still at the door.
“I am” Sam replied. He finished counting the bills and put them in his back pocket. “It’s Yongbok, isn’t it?” He licked his lips, smirking. “Close the door, Yongbok.” he told the blonde, standing up.
“This room has a camera?” The blonde made a statement, more than a question.
Sam chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s ok, I just wanna make out with you”
“I don’t” Yongbok replied licking his lower lip, as Sam walked towards him, reaching out to close the door behind Yongbok and pushing him against it, again, cupping the blonde’s chin with his warm, large hand to tilt it up a bit, to claim his mouth in a hungry kiss.
As they kissed, their hands wandered all other each other’s bodies, quickly removing pieces of clothing that were on their way at the moment. Shirts? Ripped open. Belts? Gone. Pants? Dropped.
There was no time for a slow, gentle buildup. Sam lifted Yongbok effortlessly, pressing his back against the padded door of the room. Yongbok gasped. He felt an overwhelming heat running up nis neck and face as it felt like he weighted nothing in the arms of the taller man. He wrapped his legs around Sam’s waist, a soft, breathless gasp escaping his lips as Sam’s hands gripped his thighs with a possessive strength.
Sam’s face buried in Yongbok’s neck, sucking and biting on it, as he reached for his shirt’s pocket for a condom. He quickly put it on, then wet his own fingers with saliva, again, sliding those long fingers in to prepare the man’s hole for his already hard cock. Yongbok moaned quietly, feeling a knot in his throat. He had been longing for those fingers inside him. He simply couldn’t understand what it was about the dancer that hooked him up in such an addictive way. He could have stayed like that forever, but then again just as his body had started responding on its own to the other man’s stimulation, the source of his pleasure had been interrupted. He just knew, and anticipated something better. Sam then stroke on the soft skin of Yongbok’s butt cheeks, with both his hands, then letting go of one, to take his own cock and drive it to Yongbok’s entrance. “I’m going in” He husked against the other man’s lips, while he only nodded, breathless, pressing the back of his head against the door, as his body tensed with the pain, clawing on the taller man’s shoulders.
“Slow, please, you’re so fucking big”, he begged, against Sam’s lips, as the man did his best not to hurt him, while Yongbok rolled his eyes back, his thoughts swirling inside his head as he felt like he was about to lose his mind from the pleasure.
The friction was overwhelming. Every touch was heavy, urgent. Sam’s hips locked with Yongbok’s in a rhythm that was fast and punishingly intense, driving all coherent thoughts from Yongbok's mind. They were both an absolute mess of moans, pants and groans, as the pace built and neither of them were able to hold back any longer. “Come for me now” Sam whispered at the blonde’s ear. “Yes, yes, please” Yongbok cried out as if he had been waiting for the signal for so long. He bit on Sam’s shirt muffling a loud growl as he felt his warm seed spilling between them.
Sam slowly and hesitatingly let go of Yongbok, allowing him to put his feet back on the ground.
"I have to get back before Chan notices I'm gone," Sam whispered, his voice rough and uneven. He gave Yongbok one last, bruising kiss before letting him go. "This wasn't enough. Not even close. Give me your phone"
Yongbok could only nod, his hands still shaking as he handed over his locked screen. Sam quickly typed in his number and handed it back, his thumb tracing Yongbok’s lower lip.
“Promise you’ll text, so I can save your number.” He said, kissing him once again. “Yes. Yes, I will, immediately.” Yongbok said as Sam left the Green room.
He looked around and caught the camera, right above his head. Sam had kept them in the blind spot of the camera. Yongbok chuckled and finished fixing his clothes and hair and walked out of the room.
He walked downstairs, trying to see if he could find Sam again, instead, his eyes found Jeongin’s, smiling widely at him. “Just so that you know, he ran to the lockers, to get ready for his next dance. You should stay, he surely will have more time for you when his act is over”.
He thought about it, but he really didn’t want to be a bother.
He asked for one more drink and watched Sam go up the pole. It was something from another world. When he spun around the pole, he looked like he was flying, and Yongbok wasn’t the only one mesmerized by it.
He saw everyone around fancied Sam, he saw every pair of eyes on the man on the pole, moving his body to the beat of the music for every one’s enjoyment. It felt weird, but he kind of liked the sensation of having just fucked with the guy everyone seemed to like, even if nobody knew it.