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Jiseok didn’t really enjoy going swimming in particular. He went because it was hot outside during this month of August and because he had nothing else to do during his holiday than to hang around the pool with his best friend Jooyeon.
The only mildly annoying thing about that was that it was quite an uneventful activity. It was just nice to be there, lazily letting himself get slightly toasted by the sun and maybe swim a few laps to cool himself down before going home and then doing it all over again the next day. But that was pretty much it.
Or at least until today.
After he and Jooyeon get out of the mandatory shower round down the entrance, they walk down to their favourite spot where two loungers await for them, not too far from the pool, not too close either, with the right amount of sun and shadow to try to get some tan while also not getting grilled alive by the UV rays.
But as they sit down, already pulling out the sunscreen that Jooyeon very aggressively splatters on his arms and chest, Jiseok’s attention gets caught by a red flash passing right in front of him.
Fairly tanned skin, smooth glistening muscular arms, red swim trunks matching a red cap underneath which laid a pair of sports sunglasses and a white tank top that was holding on for dear life as it was spread across what Jiseok could only imagine to be a sensational pair of pecs.
It was like a breathing Greek marble statue had just walked past them.
And for a second, Jiseok thinks he forgot how to breathe.
His eyes follow the man’s silhouette with great attention all the way to the elevated chair labeled ‘lifeguard’ in big bold red letters where he takes his seat.
“Of course he’s a lifeguard…” He mumbles under a breath.
A man with that physique could only use it to save lives, as if he weren’t attractive enough. He could imagine his mysterious Romeo jumping in the pool to save some drowning child with the form of an athlete before coming back up, wet tank top sticking to his chest, letting everyone see the treasure hiding underneath through the transparency of the fabric as he’d proceed to do some CPR or whatever it was that lifeguards did when someone was drowning. If he focused hard enough, he could almost see the individual water droplets running down his skin, the veins popping up his muscular arms, the sweat sticking to his beautiful forehead.
A literally wet dream.
“Hey, can you help me put sunscreen on my back–”
“I need to drown.”
Sometimes Jiseok’s mouth worked faster than his brain. And that was one of these times.
Jooyeon turns around with a puzzled expression, thinking that the heat had already gotten to his head and that he is imagining things. But no, Jiseok isn’t budging. His eyes are glued to the lifeguard’s silhouette, eyeing him like a fresh piece of meat cut out specially for him.
Once Jooyeon makes that realization, he turns around again but this time with a disgusted look on his face.
“Really dude? The lifeguard?” He asks, somewhat disappointed but not surprised. His friend had a history of swooning at lightning speed but this was a record for sure.
“What do you mean ‘really’?” Jiseok scoffs, “Have you seen him? That’s the hottest man I’ve ever laid my eyes on!”
A whine escapes his lisps as the lifeguard stretches his arms up, letting Jiseok see a hint of untanned skin disappearing under his red trunks. The sight of his shaven —or waxed? Maybe even lasered?— armpits awaken something in him that he didn’t even know existed before this very moment.
This day couldn’t get any better.
Jooyeon doesn’t seem so enthusiastic though, more like mildly disgusted by his friend’s behaviour.
“Right…” he finally says, “He’s working though, you can’t just walk up to him and flirt like you always do, he needs to stay focused!”
“He will and I’ll even let him do his job!”
“By drowning?” Jooyeon deadpans.
“By drowning.” Jiseok answers with a smirk. “Come on Joo, I didn’t get laid all summer, I can’t let this opportunity go away!”
Technically it’s a statement Jooyeon can’t really go against. Jiseok knows he’s in the same situation and they weren’t as desperate as to lend each other a helping hand, so the best he could do was to support him in his ambitions.
But still, Jooyeon doesn’t seem that enthusiastic at the prospect of Jiseok fucking the pool boy.
“What if he’s straight though?” He states.
A silence passes before they both look back at the lifeguard with squinted focused eyes, trying to decipher him from afar.
“He’s got bleached hair and eyebrows. He looks like he can have tons of piercings but has to take them off for safety reasons.” Jiseok notes. Then he glances at the lifeguard’s smooth and tanned skin. “He probably lasers too.”
Jooyeon sighs in response. “Right, yeah okay he might not be straight.”
Jiseok snickers. He takes another look at the lifeguard, analyzes in great detail every little inch of his body. He has a beautiful nose, that so far he can see, but he’s wearing sunglasses so Jiseok can’t really picture the entirety of his face. It doesn’t matter though, Jiseok just knows he’s good looking. And queer. Jiseok has a hunch for stuff like that, he just knows it, unlike Jooyeon.
“I swear, you have the most broken gaydar ever.” He mutters as he keeps shamelessly glancing at the man in the elevated chair overlooking the pool. If he focuses hard enough, he can picture him shirtless.
“Do I?” Jooyeon replies, very unenthusiastically because he couldn’t give to flying fucks about that.
“Yeah. No wonder you think the guy selling tickets is straight too. I think you need a factory reset.”
The mention of that specific individual makes Jooyeon suddenly care very much. He sits up from his lounger and if they weren’t standing in the sun, Jiseok could have sworn that his face reddened on the spot.
“Well he might be, you don’t know that!” Jooyeon defends.
Jiseok’s eyes roll in complete sarcasm. “Long hair McGoth? That is the queerest man I’ve ever seen and I still can’t believe you haven’t asked him out yet.”
“I don’t want to make him uncomfortable, that’s all. Also his name is Hyeongjun.”
“Hyeongjun? Does that mean you guys finally talked?”
“No, I just read his name tag, you idiot.”
Jiseok stops himself from replying anything because if one of them is the idiot in this situation, it’s clearly Jooyeon.
It’s cute though, to see Jooyeon so shy and blushing at the mere thought of the pretty ticket seller, always staring at them like they murdered his entire family every time they walked in and that, for the past month or so since they’ve starting coming at the pool on an almost daily basis. They should have invested in seasonal passes at that point but that would mean not interacting with Hyeongjun everyday and it obviously went against Jooyeon’s goal.
Still, seasonal pass or not, Jooyeon was not making a move on that guy and while their only interactions could be resumed to ‘Hi, one ticket please’, ‘That’ll be six fifty.’, Jooyeon could have definitely tried some more direct approach by the twentieth time he saw him.
But yeah, ‘not wanting to make him uncomfortable’ it was.
“You’re really a hopeless romantic.”
“Couldn’t be you.” Jooyeon spits but Jiseok knows there’s no venom in it.
Instead of nagging back he pulls out his water bottle from his bag and starts chugging half of it because he knows he looks better hydrated. And right now, he must do everything to look at his utmost advantage.
The plan is simple: he just needs to swim a few laps, maybe get out from the pool by pushing himself out right where the lifeguard can see him and try to appeal to him by slicking back his wet hair like they do in the movies.
Hopefully that gets mister pool boy to pay attention to him and maybe just maybe, Jiseok can fake a subtle injury that would get him to ask for medical advice and first aid assistance. Of course, the lifeguard would come to his rescue and then maybe Jiseok would change topics until he’d manage to get what he wants out of it.
Easy peasy.
“Okay let’s make a bet,” he declares, once he’s set up on his plan, “if I fuck that lifeguard, you ask Hyeongjun out.”
Jooyeon looks like he’s going through the five stages of grief at maximum speed upon hearing this because he just knows Jiseok is an insane individual and most of the time gets what he wants, meaning that there was a 90 percent chance he would have to ask Hyeongjun out.
But it’s summer. They’re bored. Jiseok desperately wants to get laid and Jooyeon has already planned the name of his and Hyeongjun’s dog in his mind. So he eventually gives in.
“Alright.”
A mischievous grin blooms on Jiseok’s face and Jooyeon already regrets his choice but he chooses to say nothing. Instead, he just gets up from his lounger and follows Jiseok to the mandatory showers at the sides of the pool.
The sudden coldness chills them both but not enough to chase the warmth in Jiseok’s body. He can’t really tell why he’s so affected by that lifeguard because he’s seen plenty of attractive people in his life, but there’s just something about this man that he finds so charming.
Maybe it’s the hormones speaking. He doesn’t know.
So instead of thinking more about it, he gently lets himself down the pool’s ladder into the water and sighs in relief at the sensation.
It just doesn’t get better than that.
Of course Jooyeon has to ruin it by cannonballing right next to him but Jiseok doesn’t let himself drift away from his goal. Attention focused on the lifeguard, he starts swimming his laps.
He can’t tell if the guy is staring at him or not because of the sunglasses but he can at least tell if he’s looking in his general direction. There’s not too many people also, which works in his favour because the fewer people there are, the more pool boy can focus on him. The only thing Jiseok hopes for is for Jooyeon not to accidentally drown because he knows he would be capable of doing it.
But so far so good. He knows he looks great swimming like that. There’s just no way for mister pool boy to not notice him.
After four intense laps —in backward crawl so he could keep his eyes on his target— he finally takes a break and joins Jooyeon near the side of the pool where he can finally let his feet touch the ground.
“So? Did you get enough of your eye candy?” Jooyeon asks him.
“Enough, no. But I’ll put my plan to execution though, that’ll help.”
“Oh and what does that imply?” He responds in a very monotonous way.
“Nothing special, just pretending to—”
A sharp pain suddenly hits his leg so hard Jiseok can’t even finish his sentence.
It’s like being electrocuted, shock spreading through his muscle in the blink of an eye, completely paralysing him. All he can do is let his mouth hang open, barely getting a sound out that’s more of a pathetic whimper than anything else.
“What, you’re gonna pretend to cramp so he can rescue you?” Jooyeon mocks.
The irony hits really fucking hard all of a sudden.
Jiseok would have laughed about it, sincerely, if only it didn’t hurt like a bitch, both in his body and in his pride.
He doesn’t give two flying fucks about the lifeguard anymore, all he needs is to find a way to get out of this situation in the least embarrassing way possible.
“Jooyeon.”
“What?”
“I’m actually cramping.”
“No you’re not.”
Yeah maybe he’s not. So Jiseok tries moving but the pain is so sharp it just makes him bite a curse back for fear he’d get banned because of how loud he wants to scream. He can even feel his eyes watering, that’s how bad it is.
“I’m being really serious Jooyeon, please help me.”
It takes a solid second for Jooyeon to realize the gravity of the situation but instead of acting upon it, he decides to burst out laughing like some sort of goblin.
Great long-term friendship investment, sarcasm intended.
“Stop laughing! It actually hurts!”
“You fucking idiot!” He cackles.
Admittedly, he’s not wrong. But still, pool cramps happened to anyone; it only took a wrong move to appear, it wasn’t like he had specifically done something to get one so really, he’s not that much of an idiot.
For wanting to pretend that he had one in order to seduce the lifeguard? Yeah okay, maybe for that one specific instance, he was an idiot.
That did not solve his problem though.
“Jooyeon please just help me, I need to get out of here!”
“Okay, okay sorry!” Jooyeon answers as he wipes a tear from his eye. “How should we proceed?”
“I don’t know, just help me move towards the ladder!”
It takes Jooyeon all the strength in the world to not burst out laughing again as he pushes Jiseok’s body closer to the side. Jiseok can literally hear him chuckle under his breath but he chooses to not say anything because the embarrassment is already big enough.
Except that reality hits him back in the face the moment he realizes that he won’t be able to climb out of the pool by himself.
When he tries to reach the metallic steps, his body once again refuses to cooperate and Jiseok feels his frustration reach his limits.
So what now?
“Should I try pulling you out?” Jooyeon suggests.
“No, you might injure me more, it’s not a good idea. I should get help from someone that’s qualified.”
The moment the sentence leaves his mouth, Jiseok realizes in horror the idea that blooms inside Jooyeon’s brain. There’s nothing he can do except watch him get out of the pool and walk towards the elevated chair with the most mischievous smile painted on his face.
A short conversation happens between Jooyeon and the lifeguard and the moment Jiseok sees the handsome man glancing in his direction, he knows the remains of dignity left in his body are bound to disappear in the next few minutes.
Technically he should be happy, because getting the lifeguard’s attention was the plan all along but there was supposed to be flirting involved in the process. Everything that was going to be involved right now was pain, suffering and humiliation.
Accepting his fate is his only solution.
Jiseok feels his heart beat progressively faster inside his chest as he sees the lifeguard get down from his chair and walk towards him. Jooyeon is making faces behind him but Jiseok is hardly focusing when the handsome man is getting closer and closer until he eventually reaches the side of the pool Jiseok is miserably hanging onto.
“Hey there, you have a cramping issue from what I understood?”
Great, he sounds fantastic too. Slightly higher pitched voice than what he had expected but if anything, it just makes him more attractive.
“Um yeah.” Jiseok replies, trying to sound as unaffected as possible. If anything, he can just blame it on the pain because boy is it painful as hell. “It goes from the center of my right sole all the way up to the back of my thigh.”
“Okay so we got a big one then.”
It’s so embarrassing because Jiseok feels like he’s being addressed like a toddler. He doesn’t blame the guy, maybe it’s just a part of his job, but the fact that he was supposed to be flirting with him at this exact moment just saddens him.
“How much can you move?” The lifeguard asks him.
“Not much, I can hardly bend my leg and if I touch the ground it just makes it worse.”
“Alright. Here’s what we’re gonna do then, you’re going to try to push yourself up from the edge and your friend is going to lift you upwards. I’ll grab you from up here to help you out. Can you do that for me?”
The formulation embarrassingly arouses Jiseok even more. He wants to tell the guy that he would do anything he’d ask him to but it might be too extreme so he just nods instead.
“Good boy.”
And Jiseok has to pray to not come on the spot.
He doesn’t get to overthink it too much because the next second he’s pushing himself out of the water while Jooyeon lifts him by the hips and while Jiseok thought he’d get dragged out against the edge, he realizes that the lifeguard’s biceps are not just for display. The moment the man gets a hold of his armpits, he hoists him upwards like he weighs absolutely nothing and Jiseok has to refrain from yelping out loud.
First getting praised and then getting manhandled? Jiseok isn’t sure he’s going to survive the rest of the day if it keeps on going like that.
“All good? You’re with me?” The lifeguard asks.
Jiseok only nods eagerly in response. His brain has gone numb now, the muscles and the praises have dumbed him out. He lets himself get laid down like a ragdoll, hardly trying to fight the embarrassment anymore.
“Alright, let’s see what you can do. Is it okay if I touch you?”
He could fuck him raw in front of everybody and Jiseok wouldn’t mind.
“Yeah…”
“Okay, I’ll just take my glasses off so I can see better.”
Next thing he knows, there’s a dramatic slow-mo happening where the lifeguard pushes his glasses off his nose and locks eyes with Jiseok like the handsome man that he is. And right there, Jiseok knows that if he doesn’t get to kiss that man, he’ll probably make a chastity vow and go hide in a coven for the rest of his life.
He’s so handsome it hurts. Bleached but thick eyebrows, thin eyes that give him the impression that his gaze could cut through him, a mole on the left side of his face, right above the eye. He also has a slight tan with the shape of his glasses but even with that, he still looks attractive.
And with the rest of his face combined? Yeah, Jiseok is properly doomed.
“Right, so from what I see it should only be muscular.” The lifeguard explains as he inspects his leg. His fingers only graze his skin but it’s enough to make Jiseok shiver and crave for more contact. He’s got big hands too, his palm is bigger than his thigh. Not to mention his fingers, slender and bony, the perfect length to reach deep inside his— “We don’t need to call emergencies, I’ll just help you do some relaxing exercises so we can make it go away as much as possible.”
The words that are coming out of his mouth are very meaningless to Jiseok. He’s just too mesmerized to care.
“Okay…”
“By the way, my name is Seungmin.” The lifeguard finally says and Jiseok almost shakes in excitement of knowing his name. “If the pain becomes unbearable, tell me, okay? Keep in mind that it will be painful though because a cramp can only go away with movement. I’ll try my best to not make it hurt too much.”
Well, Jiseok has never really been into BDSM but maybe Seungmin would introduce him to worlds that he had never thought about explo—
“Motherfuck—!”
Or not.
Seungmin has only lightly bent his knee to test out his current flexibility but the pain is enough to overpower Jiseok’s arousal. He’s suddenly very much reminded of the painful situation that has brought him here. A level one thousand leg cramp that was so agonizing Jiseok was considering amputation.
“I know, it’s very painful.” Seungmin tells him with his sweet honeyed voice. “I’m really sorry, I don’t mean to hurt you more but we need to get your leg to move so it can untense the muscle. You can squeeze my arm if you need to.”
And who’s Jiseok to refuse such a proposition?
Without an ounce of hesitation, he wraps both his hands around Seungmin’s forearm and while he does lightly run his fingers against his smooth skin for a second, he eventually settles for a spot he can hang onto. And once Seungmin notices that he’s ready, he resumes his movements.
Jiseok doesn’t even care if he’s being desperate, he really feels like his leg is being ripped apart when all Seungmin is doing is just pushing his knee up and down ever so slowly. He sort of feels sorry for currently digging his nails into Seungmin’s forearms, but there’s no better way to externalize the pain.
“That’s it… Just like that.”
Seungmin definitely isn’t helping the embarrassment though. His voice is so reassuring and the praises are just too good for Jiseok’s poor brain. His imagination immediately drifts through darker corners, where Seungmin’s hands on his thigh are here for a very different reason.
Unconsciously, a very soft moan escapes his lips.
“You’re taking it very well, I can feel you untense already.”
He can’t admit that it is partially due to the fact that he’s picturing the two of them going at it. Jiseok can’t even bring himself to open his eyes for fear the reaction would only grow worse if he were to look Seungmin in the eyes. He was already fighting for his dear life not to get a raging boner from being touched like that, he couldn’t afford more distractions.
But the feeling of Seungmin’s hands pressing along his calves, all the way to his thigh in a slow agony paired with the softness of his voice is just unbearable. It’s the kind of torture Jiseok wouldn’t have suspected to be as painful as it is.
“Okay, your muscles are relaxing well. We’re gonna try lifting higher, okay?”
Jiseok’s eyelids flutter so he can throw a quick glance at Seungmin, just enough to notify him that he can still go on.
So Seungmin proceeds further. He gets a hand hooked under his knee while the other one slides down the back of his thigh, edging painfully closer to his crotch. And while it’s exactly where the cramp hurts the most, Jiseok aches for his hand to reach underneath the hem of his swimsuit so he can touch him and release him from his other torture.
“Fuck…” Jiseok mutters when Seungmin starts pressing more of his weight against his bent leg.
“Is this good?”
“Yeah… So good…”
Unconsciously he starts biting his bottom lip to prevent the small whines from escaping from his mouth. But Seungmin is literally doing magic for his cramp, massaging his thigh with his smooth hands inch by inch although he always stops earlier than what Jiseok wants him to. It doesn’t matter though. Because the more Seungmin continues, the more he’s pushing Jiseok’s leg towards him and that means that by extent, Seungmin presses closer against him.
When Jiseok’s eyelids flutter open, Seungmin is just mere centimeters away. They’re so close in fact that Jiseok can feel the heat emanating from his body, right on his skin. Not to mention how absolutely gorgeous Seungmin looks when he’s focused: sharp eyebrows slightly furrowed, strong exhales after each movement, sheer layer of sweat making his beautiful forehead glistening…
And when Seungmin’s eyes meet his, Jiseok almost forgets how to breathe.
“Is this good?”
“Yeah, fuck… Just like that…”
The praises work both ways it seems because Seungmin can’t seem to hide the smirk that blooms on his face after Jiseok’s remark. It pushes him to go harder with his movements, fingers pressing into Jiseok’s flesh with deeper intention, edging closer and closer to his crotch. Jiseok’s breath picks up the pace and while he tries his best to hide the sounds he’s making, Seungmin touches one particular spot on his thigh that makes him lose all control of himself.
“Seungmin, fuck!”
Then all of a sudden it’s silence around them.
And Jiseok has the biggest self-awareness crisis of his whole life.
It’s not the way he has practically moaned Seungmin’s name that bothers him the most, no. It’s realizing that he’s currently being bent in half, almost naked, red and panting, by a very handsome lifeguard and that in front of the whole fucking pool.
But yeah, also the moan because why the fuck would he do that.
For a second, the mortification absolutely freezes him on the spot and much to his dismay, Seungmin has stopped his movements too. He doesn’t dare say anything, he just hides his mouth behind his hands in hopes that maybe Seungmin did not hear it but he very much knows that he did. Matter of fact, he’s almost sure even Hyeongjun who was currently selling the tickets by the entrance heard him.
“Alright, uh… I think you should be okay now.”
Well. There they went. His chances at getting the best fuck of his life, ruined by his stupid bodily malfunction.
At least he got a very intense homoerotic massage out of it.
He doesn’t try to fight back when Seungmin offers him a hand to get back up from the ground. Matter of fact, he doesn’t even dare looking at him or at anything else other than the floor because he just knows that people are staring.
Once Seungmin makes sure he can stand on his own without any worries, Jiseok is ready to call it a day and take the walk of shame home before never ever showing up to this public pool again.
“Okay um… Just wait here for a second, I’ll be right back.” Seungmin says before speeding towards the emergency shed that’s just a few meters away.
Great, now he was going to write him a warning or make him fill a form so he can take him to court for inappropriate behaviour. Jiseok already pictured himself telling the judge that it was just a natural mistake and that he did not get hard upon the thought of a man working so hard to save his life. His mom wouldn’t even show up to the trial, he just knew she would laugh in his face and hang up the phone, leaving him to his misery.
But then Seungmin comes back with nothing more than a very small note in his hands.
“Uh… Here’s my number. So you know, if you ever feel like the cramp is coming back or if you experience any other type of pain, you can just… Call me. So I can help. With anything you need.”
Oh.
Now that’s unexpected.
All of a sudden Jiseok realizes that the lifeguard’s reddened cheeks might actually not be this shade because of the sun.
Could it be..?
He shakes it off before the thought can properly reach his brain and reaches for the paper, trying real hard not to overthink their fingers brushing against each other.
“Thanks, I will. And thank you for helping with the cramp… I can barely feel it anymore.”
“That’s great! You’re welcome um…”
“Jiseok.”
“Jiseok. Right.” And Jiseok can’t help but shiver. It’s just his name, he’s heard it countless times before, but never in Seungmin’s voice though. “You’re welcome then, Jiseok. Just make sure not to overwork your leg too much in the next few days but otherwise you should be fine.”
“Okay. And I’ll call you if… I need something.”
“Yup. Anything at all.”
“Got it.”
There’s an awkward silence floating around for just a second, one where the two of them exchange the most confusing eye-contact known to mankind. Jiseok doesn’t know what to read in his irises and how to interpret the message Seungmin seemingly wants to send him.
Seungmin doesn’t give him the time to find the answer though. He clears his voice awkwardly before waving a small ‘bye’ and walking back to his elevated seat like he has not just rocked Jiseok’s world.
“What the actual fuck.”
He stays frozen in place for a good second, paper in hand and all, replaying the last events over and over in his mind but he just cannot seem to get a proper response out of it.
The only thing that interrupts his confusion is a very familiar cackle reaching his ears at full volume behind him.
“Jiseok you absolute horndog!”
Jooyeon’s cold wet arm grabs him by the shoulder before he can even fathom it, sending an uncomfortable shiver down his spine. He tries to push him away but Jooyeon just pulls him harder. It’s useless to keep trying with him.
“I know you said you wanted to fuck the lifeguard but in front of everyone? That’s crazy dude.”
“Oh my god, shut up! This is the most embarrassing moment of my entire existence, don’t make it worse!”
“You know it’s my job. Especially after the sound you made? Hello?! ‘Seungmin, fuck!’” Jooyeon mimics with a high-pitched voice and Jiseok wants nothing more than to bury himself in a hole. “What were you thinking?!”
“Nothing! That’s the problem! I just got caught up in the moment and it happened!”
That is possibly the worst explanation he could have ever given but at that point he didn’t have enough dignity left to be worth fighting for.
“He gave me his number though.”
“What?!” Jooyeon exclaims, absolutely baffled.
When he pulls out the paper, Jiseok bats Jooyeon's hand away so he doesn’t get it wet but the droplets still make it onto the ink despite his efforts. It’s alright though, he can still decipher the digits carefully written on it. Jiseok notices that Seungmin has very nice handwriting.
“He told me to call him if I still experience some pain or if I need anything.”
“Oh my fucking god, he wants you so bad.”
“You think so?”
Jooyeon turns to him with a cocked eyebrow but it doesn’t seem enough to convince Jiseok.
“Dude, you literally moaned his name while he was helping you get rid of a leg cramp. Do you really think he would have given you his number if it was for medical advice?”
“Well how would I know?”
“Because he would have told you to go see a doctor instead! He wants to fuck you Jiseok!”
“Really?”
Turns out Jooyeon is right.
Jiseok gets the confirmation two days later as Seungmin is shoving his tongue down his throat against the wall of the emergency shed.
His body is burning both from the sun and the arousal. Every place Seungmin lays his hands on heats up like a stove and Jiseok just knows he’s red from head to toe. But he doesn’t mind, he enjoys it very much.
It’s kind of crazy that he has ended up like that, given how things were just a few days ago, but it turned out that shooting his shot had not been such a bad idea.
Texting Seungmin had given him the opportunity to learn more things about him, like the fact that they were the same age and that this summer job was a last resort thing to make some money before school started again. He then also learned that Seungmin had been very turned on by him and that hearing his name moaned like that had almost made him breach his contract on the spot.
This had led them to agree on a meetup after working hours —since Seungmin was on closing shift— which had inevitably led them to making out in the emergency shed because neither could wait to go to each other’s place. It has quite the charm though, being in a neutral spot like this, adrenaline filling their veins at the prospect of still being in a public place despite the closing hours. It’s hot. Very much hot.
So right now, as Seungmin’s hands are firmly grabbing his ass, Jiseok can’t seem to thank his body enough for failing him two days ago.
“You have no idea how insane you made me last time…” Seungmin whispers between two kisses.
“Tell me…”
“You got me so hard I had to ask for an early break so I could jerk off… I could have fucked you in front of everyone, that’s how turned on I was.”
“And I would have let you…”
“Fuck, Jiseok you can’t just say that…”
But Jiseok thrives in seeing such a man get flustered by his own behaviour, especially after thinking he had fucked up big time. It gets him going to see that he can make Seungmin lose his mind at the thought of him. Jiseok lets it get to his head a bit.
It seems to get Seungmin off too though. Jiseok discovered that he is a very good kisser when he’s aroused. He does it with want and hunger but he’s also surprisingly soft with it. Every time he leans in to steal his breath, Jiseok feels tingles all over his body, no matter how many times they do it. There’s just something about the way Seungmin isn’t overly dominant with it, letting him have just enough control to feel safe while also actively losing his mind at being turned into a mess.
But right now, his kisses are leaving his lips to find the softness of his neck. He goes from his mouth to his jaw, then down to the sensitive spot that has Jiseok let out a few pleasured whines that seem to arouse the both of them.
“Is it okay if I leave a mark..?” Seungmin shyly asks when he backs away just enough to meet Jiseok’s half-hooded gaze. It takes Jiseok all the strength in the world to not pass out.
“Oh my god, please..!”
He wants to be repainted entirely in the shade of Seungmin’s kisses so everyone can see just how insane they are about each other. A reminder that despite being an absolute fucking idiot, Jiseok still has insane game.
So Seungmin obliges. Everywhere his mouth touches, every piece of skin it reaches, he lightly sucks on it until a dark spot forms. The more he nibbles and licks the skin, the more Jiseok’s toes curl in arousal and if he keeps going on like that, Jiseok is convinced he could make him come untouched. He squirms under Seungmin’s grasp but the hands around his naked hips are strong enough to keep him into place.
Thankfully the torture doesn’t last long, just enough to leave Jiseok an absolute panting mess while Seungmin backs away to admire his work. The pride that appears on his face is a sight Jiseok could really get used to.
One thing is for sure, this cannot be just a one time thing, he just has to have him again. But right now is not the time to think about his future emotional investments, he’s got more important matters to attend.
“Can I suck you off?” He asks, as it is the only logical following to their current activities.
“Fuck, yeah.”
Jiseok has to refrain himself from saying something embarrassing like ‘awesomesauce’ as he gets on his knees.
Seeing Seungmin’s red trunks in this context makes his mouth water, even more at the prospect of what he is about to do. He can see the perfectly marked tan line teasing the white unblemished skin hiding underneath and given how the fabric is tenting right in front of his face, Jiseok knows he’s about to be very happy about what’s to come. His instincts get confirmed the moment he pushes the trunks down when Seungmin’s cock springs free from the bathing suit.
“Oh hell yeah.”
Perfect, just like everything else about Seungmin so far. Long and thin, already leaking from how hard it is. Jiseok couldn’t have asked for more.
He hears Seungmin’s chuckle above him turn into a soft moan the moment he takes him in his hand and starts stroking him hastily.
No more laughing matter now, Jiseok has to show him how great of a fuck he could be. He was determined to give Seungmin such good head that nobody else would ever be able to compare to his skills so Seungmin would have no other choice but to come back to him.
That was some next-level pettiness but what could he say when Seungmin was just the most perfect man ever, sue him.
Without wasting more time he licks a long stripe along his length, base to tip, before swallowing the head with expertise. Seungmin’s hand automatically finds the back of his head but he doesn’t press on it, only settles there with his fingers curling in the strands of his hair. They lightly tug on them every time Jiseok goes deeper, accompanied by a few melodic sighs that just prove to Jiseok how good he is and Jiseok’s glad to know that despite having not gotten laid all summer, he hasn’t lost the hang of it.
“Fuck… You’re so good for me baby…”
The nickname goes straight to Jiseok’s dick. He doesn’t know if Seungmin has picked up on his kinks or if he’s just doing it naturally, but Jiseok couldn’t be happier at the accuracy of it.
He relaxes his jaw so he can go deeper with his throat, trying not to be too hasty although the excitement makes his movements messier but Seungmin stays still enough for the two of them. He takes it like a good boy and if only Jiseok wasn’t busy swallowing him, he would have drowned him in praises.
And right as Jiseok feels him tense up and grip the back of his head harder, Seungmin gently pushes him away from his cock. A somewhat disappointed whine escapes Jiseok’s but Seungmin is quick to cheer him up.
“Don’t make me cum just yet, I wanna feel you first…”
That’s a proposal Jiseok can hardly refuse. Although he could have sucked him off for hours without getting bored of it, he has to admit that the boner in his trunks is getting too uncomfortable to ignore.
When he gets back up from the floor, Seungmin gently grabs his face but instead of kissing him, he just stares with a slight grin.
“What?” Jiseok asks.
“Nothing… You just look so good like that, all flushed with your swollen lips.”
What he’s not explicitly saying is that he’s the one that made Jiseok like that and he’s proud of it.
Well good for him.
But before Jiseok has time to get shy, he decides to pull him into yet another heated kiss, letting his fingers get lost in Seungmin’s bleached strands. The thought of him tasting himself on his tongue turns him on even more and he can’t help but press his body against his to chase the slightest kind of friction. His own trunks are getting in the way but since Seungmin seems to have a very good instinct regarding what makes Jiseok feel good, he hooks his fingers behind the waistband without even needing to be told and pushes them downwards.
Now Jiseok can properly feel him, skin against skin, sensitive tips rubbing against each other causing him to lean his head against Seungmin’s shoulder as he ruts his hips forward to chase his pleasure. He can’t help but nibble at his skin in between shortened breaths, not caring if he leaves any teeth marks or not. If anything, that’s just payback for the hickeys.
A soft moan escapes his lips when Seungmin closes his hand around them both and starts gently rubbing them, more like in a way to keep the tension raised rather than to help them find their release. But it’s nice for a moment, to stay like that and take a short break. Jiseok feels a peace in his muscular arms.
“Take your top off…” He mumbles against his ear as he starts leaving some kisses against Seungmin’s jaw. “Wanna see all of you…”
“Eager much?” Seungmin teases.
“I just want to enjoy the experience to the fullest.” Jiseok confidently replies. “It’s unfair that I got to see your dick before your tremendous pecs. I should have gotten my hands on these beauties earlier…” He squeezes them through the fabric to illustrate his statement.
It’s reassuring to see Seungmin laughing at his antics. Jiseok has slept with a few people before, but they weren’t nearly as receptive to his —in his opinion— hilarious personality as Seungmin has.
Good. Maybe Jiseok would consider asking him on a date after he would absolutely plow his back.
“Alright then, I won’t deny my audience’s wish.” Seungmin says as he grabs the hem of his tank top and pulls him above his head.
‘About time’ Jiseok thinks once he's finally able to admire the objects of his desire. He can't help but giggle as he squeezes them again, positively mesmerized like they’re some sort of sensory squishy toy for toddlers. But what can he say, Seungmin’s pecs just scream to be squished.
“Having fun?” Seungmin asks him after he discards his tank somewhere in the room.
“Very much.”
“Cute…”
Once again, Jiseok can’t help but blush at the word, feeling his cheeks heat up even more. Seungmin could have called him his bitch and he wouldn’t have been remotely as turned on as being told he was cute.
“So how do you want it baby?”
“Any way you like. And I might have taken some advance at home so it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle to prep here…”
“Look at that, a perfect planner.”
Seungmin steals a kiss from him before he can reply and lets his hand travel along his spine all the way to his ass. The touch makes Jiseok shiver, especially when his finger starts circling around his rim. It’s been so long since someone has touched him properly, he just cannot wait for Seungmin to take him.
“I have lube and condoms in my bag, why don’t you get comfortable up there while I look for them?” Seungmin says as he points to the emergency bed installed at the back. It’s not even exactly a bed, it’s one of those things you lay down on when you go to the doctor except that there’s no weird sheet of paper rolled out on it.
Thank god Seungmin has his back turned to him because Jiseok has to use the freaking step stool to hike himself up the bed. At least he manages to get into a decent position by the time Seungmin returns with his things, it saves him the embarrassment.
He’s quick to forget about it though because soon enough, Seungmin is right on top of him —because they obviously don’t fit side by side on the bed thing and Jiseok doesn’t not want one of them to actually end up at the ER because of a concussion due to falling off— currently two fingers deep inside of him, opening him up with ease thanks to Jiseok’s anticipation.
And Jiseok was right, his long and boney fingers do reach deep inside of him, brushing every now and then against that sweet spot he struggles to reach himself. God does it feel good.
His eyelids flutter open from time to time just enough to catch a glimpse of Seungmin staring. It makes him wonder if this could turn into something more meaningful to the both of them because Seungmin is taking such sweet care of him that Jiseok can almost feel himself starting to catch feelings for the man.
The thought only helps him relax more, as Seungmin adds a third finger quite easily though he’s still being very cautious as to not hurt him. Jiseok likes this attention.
“All good baby?”
“Yeah… I think it should be fine, you did very good for me…” Jiseok answers as he reaches to get a gentle hold of Seungmin’s face. The latter snuggles into the touch and then proceeds to lay a kiss against his palm that makes Jiseok’s heart miss a beat. He’s starting to remember the details of Seungmin’s face. Jiseok never really does that.
But he can’t think about it too much because every thought is soon replaced by the feeling of Seungmin sinking into him with a satisfied sigh. He’s not too big, still Jiseok feels him perfectly against his walls, filling him right in the way he likes it.
Waiting all summer was finally paying, it seemed.
“You can move… Please move…”
No more time gets wasted, Seungmin goes straight to work.
While he’s still making sure not to be too harsh from the start, he sets a pace that cuts Jiseok’s breath with each thrust. And because nobody but them are still present at the pool, Jiseok doesn’t try to hide the sounds coming out of his mouth. He embraces every whine, every moan, every little noise of satisfaction that could show Seungmin just how good he is at taking him apart.
Seungmin mirrors him in that matter. While he’s not as vocal, he still lets out some airy moans and grunts that Jiseok is learning to adore and he can’t help but wonder what other sounds he could make if he was the one fucking him.
Guess there was only one way to find out.
For now though, he focuses on how good it is to feel so full and how the arousal burns inside of him with an intensity he has rarely experienced before. How deep inside of him Seungmin reaches and how ravishing he looks all sweaty and half-lidded.
Still it’s not enough. Jiseok wants more, he wants to feel him closer. So he tries to get a grip of his forearms to pull him towards him but Seungmin seems to have other plans instead.
“Remember how good you were at relaxing last time? How flexible your legs were..?” He asks as he runs his fingers from Jiseok’s calves up to his thighs. Jiseok’s skin shivers at the touch. “Think you could do it for me again?”
Now that is hot. Way hotter since now he know Seungmin can fuck him exactly how Jiseok wished he had two days ago. He doesn’t have to worry about embarrassment or arousal now that he knows it’s reciprocated.
So he bites a smirk back. “Only if you supervise…”
So just like he has done last time, Seungmin places a hand underneath his left knee while the other glides down his right thigh. He slowly raises both legs, not too much at first, while resuming his thrusts ever so slowly.
“Push higher baby, you can do it… Just like that…”
Jiseok feels a slight tingle in his legs but the pleasure seems to cancel it out. If anything, the new angle seems to delight him even more as Seungmin brushes towards his sweet spot even better than before.
“That’s it baby…”
His voice works like a charm on him. It’s all he can focus on. It imprints in his brain and now his sole goal is to listen to every word he says.
His legs find a spot to rest on Seungmin’s shoulders and for a moment Jiseok thinks that it’s about as much as he can get out of it. But then Seungmin leans in, still maintaining a good pace, still running his hands along his naked skin, but pressing his legs closer to his own chest in a way that Jiseok didn’t even know was physically possible.
“Fuck..!”
“You’re doing great, keep going…”
The bend starts to sting a bit but that just gets Jiseok edging closer to his peak. He becomes hyper aware of every part of his lower body and of his current position. Seungmin has him opened up, bent in half, turned into nothing more than a panting mess. The pleasure is getting too much to bear, it fills him to the brim through every inch of his body, just waiting for the perfect moment to release. It’s just too good.
“I’m so close, fuck..!”
He starts seeing stars the moment Seungmin gets the angle right, abusing his sweet spot with sharp messy thrusts while wrapping his hand around his neglected cock to help him chase his release. The addition to the bend Seungmin is putting him into just makes him forget about everything. He can’t articulate a single word anymore, it’s just brainless sounds he’s not even fighting against stopping.
And just like that, after what seems to be the most toe-curling eternity, Jiseok spills in his hand with a broken moan, nails digging inside Seungmin’s forearms.
Seungmin follows suit in sharp ragged moans Jiseok can hardly hear because of how dazed and light-headed he feels. It’s only when he feels his body going numb on top of his that he realizes how worn-out they both are.
But if that wasn’t the best fuck Jiseok has had in years.
“Oh boy…” He mumbles. “I don’t wanna get up from here ever… I think you’ve fucked my brains out..”
“Yeah… I think I feel pretty much the same…”
Seungmin turns his face around so they can look at each other and Jiseok is surprised when he steals a kiss from him out of the blue.
“You’re very cute.” He says, “That was very nice.”
“It was… The best I’ve had in a while.”
“Really?” Jiseok nods. “I’m honoured.”
Another two seconds pass where it’s just them staring at each other but then Seungmin gets up and Jiseok can’t help but whine at the sudden loss of warmth. He doesn’t like how sweaty and sticky he feels now that Seungmin isn’t here to hide it.
At least he gets a good view of Seungmin’s ass while he rummages through his bag to pull a pack of wet wipes.
“Nice cheeks. I’d hit that.” He says before he can stop himself.
But it’s alright, Seungmin chuckles at this as he pulls a wipe out and walks towards Jiseok. “I might let you.” He answers. “Just not on days before I have to work at the pool. Gotta be in top condition.”
“Makes sense. When would that be then? Aren’t you working until September?”
“Yeah I am.”
“Hm.” Jiseok thinks about it thoroughly, barely even feeling Seungmin cleaning him up. If he wants to ask him out, now would be a good moment to settle on an answer. “Then wouldn’t that mean we’d have to keep in touch until September for that to happen?”
“Well I hoped that would be obvious, was that not the plan?”
Technically they haven’t talked about it. They’d just texted about wanting to fuck without explicitely giving a period of time or a number of meetups. But now that Seungmin was saying that so confidently with his perfect dazzling smile, Jiseok doesn’t feel any ounce of stress anymore.
“Hell yeah.”
This time, Seungmin laughs a little louder and Jiseok catches himself staring way too hard at him. There’s something just so endearing about him. Now that the evil lust demon possessing his body was satisfied and retreating deep into its den, Jiseok was looking at Seungmin with a slightly different angle.
“Hey um…”
Jiseok looks like a naked skinny worm in comparison to Seungmin who’s already getting dressed up, but that doesn’t slow him down from the heat of the moment. His heart is beating so loud in his chest he can barely hear his words but Jiseok can’t just go home without settling on a proper answer first.
“Are you by any chance looking for a boyfriend?”
The short silence that follows throws Jiseok a little bit aback. He suddenly feels very exposed and regrets not having put his swimsuit back, although to do this, he would have needed to jump off the table and it was a little bit more embarrassing than having to confess his feelings while being butt naked.
Thankfully for him, Seungmin folds his arms over his chest and looks back at him with a light flirty smile.
“Depends,” he replies, “is the boyfriend willing to buy me coffee so we can get to know each other better?”
And just like that, Jiseok’s cheeky smile is back.
“Yeah, he will.” He answers.
“Good. I’m free on friday then.”
“Perfect. I can’t pick you up though because I don’t drive but we can take the bus together.”
“Very romantic, I like that.”
Turns out he had nothing to worry about. Somehow his odd charms and weird karma had managed to pull an absolutely gorgeous human being and Jiseok was far from complaining about it. He just couldn’t wait to tell Jooyeon about it.
“Oh! By the way, are you friends with the guy that sells the tickets?”
“You mean Hyeongjun? Yeah why?”
“Do you know if he’s single? Because my friend Jooyeon has somewhat of a crush on him and we made a bet that if I managed to pull you, he’d have to ask him out.”
“Was Jooyeon the guy with the long hair that called me to help you?”
“Yeah. That fucker.”
Seungmin only snickers as an answer. “Well Hyeongjun is gonna be glad to hear this.”
Jiseok wants to ask him more about it but by Seungmin’s mysterious expression, he understands that it would be just a matter of time before he’d find out.
Instead he gets down from the emergency bed and dresses back up before grabbing his belongings and following Seungmin outside the shed. He waits for him to tick the last few chores that need to be done before closing up the building and then they’re back by the entrance and Jiseok doesn’t know what to do to make this moment last longer.
It’s like Seungmin is reading his mind though, because he’s faster to talk.
“Wanna grab some burgers? All this physical activity got me hungry.”
“Are you paying?”
“Yeah.”
“Awesomesauce.”
And because Seungmin always manages to get more perfect each time, he grabs Jiseok’s hand and intertwines their fingers together as they start walking away.
“Whatever you say baby. Awesomesauce.”
And Jiseok has never been more in love in his entire life.