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Jake hates working on Fridays. Because, Fridays are Jake days and Jake days are Fridays, and vice versa.
But the universe hates him.
It's proven when his co-worker slash flatmate, Park Sunghoon barged into his room at the strike of 4 pm — he was in the middle of dressing up to advance his Jake's things because, well, it's Friday — screaming his name as if the world is ending, just to announce that his shift has urgently rescheduled as an unforeseen emergency came up, and that, he had to hurry the fuck up and fly to his workplace before Beomgyu chops his head off. His boss is intimidating, despite his miniature proportion.
"Common, don't give me that look." Sunghoon plainly says, rolling his sleeves up and moving away to place the fresh drink on the counter in front of a young woman. He offers a feigned smile in return for the latter’s wink, before ambling back. "I basically saved your ass."
Jake rolls his eyes from where his head is ducked down under the bar, eyes squinting at the labels printed on the jugs. "What happened to Jay anyway? Why am I here- doing all his shits?"
"Spare him. He's in his post-breakup era." Sunghoon's chuckle resonates. He's now leaning against the bar, arms crossed, "You know, he's boss's favorite. Wouldn't be too surprised if he doesn't show up 'til next week."
"Tell me about it," Jake grunts.
"Five shots of Sherry, and he's out. Like, completely gone. We nearly dialed 911."
That was the fourth date in a month; both Jake and Sunghoon knew it would lead to nowhere solemnity, the moment Jay told them that the guy refused to meet them (his literal bros for life). And the reason was total bullshit — yet, he was so elevated that they couldn't spit it at his face. Jay's luck and solid relationship never sit right. They’d like to credit him for his thick head, though, despite all the jokes about him dying alone.
The bell chimes.
Jake promptly peeks up, wondering why the other has stopped midway, but instead, ends up following Sunghoon's gaze, stopping at the entrance where the culprit has just made an entrance. It seems as though the time itself has slowed down the second his eyes meet the unknown guy's — one's jaded, one's stunners — as the heavy boots thump inside, tardily.
"Welcome," Sunghoon speaks up from behind.
It's only then Jake notices the guy's already in front of him, staring down his nose at Jake. His height is practically towering over Jake's figure. He's handsome. No, scratch that. He's painfully attractive and hot, and sexy, and Jake's all bothered.
"Good evening, sir. What can I get you?"
"Came here for round two," a chair screeches, and they both watch as the guy makes himself comfortable. He pushes his hair back, never breaking his eye contact with Jake, "Give me something strong, please."
Jake arches his brow, nodding politely. "Sure, sir."
The evening carries on routine. Jake makes himself busy, serving different guests, building conversations, and joining coquettish chatters. It is all normal, just like any other nights, except for a pair of eyes, chasing him around his every step. He can feel them sharp and hot, itching his back, his side, his front — eating him inside out, as if he's under a lion's leer which's been attempting to jump on him the bit it gets a chance. Uneasy is an understatement.
Hence, Jake spins on his heel and approaches the guy, withholding to squirm under the scorching stare with all his willpower. His right arm rests on the side of the counter, head lowering to level their faces, leaving a safe gap in between, and says,
"Don't you think, it's- kind of inappropriate to ogle someone for that long, sir? I'd prefer you speak up if you need refills. Do you need anything?"
Jake's head is turning away, so he doesn't see the guy close the distance. "You."
He winces back just as the hot air blows into his ear. The guy lets out amused giggles, big teeth searing, eyes ceasing into bitten-circle shapes. Jake furrows his brows; confused, offended, and horny. "Sir, if you're-"
"You're cute. What's your name?"
Jake splutters out an awkward 'what'. The guy's peer zeros onto his chest, chancing at his name tag that is pinned on his shirt.
".. Jake? Pretty name for a pretty bartender, huh."
Now that Jake takes a good look, the guy's wasted. Like, he's fucking swaying side to side — words slurred, eyes droopy (his bleached fringe is falling over them and he looks almost endearing). His blazer is off of his shoulders, and on top of it, the first three buttons of his shirt are left unattached and the golden flesh underneath teases Jake to sink his mouth in and have a taste. The strong cologne does anything justice. If only, he's not working–
Jake mentally slaps himself. "I'll take my leave if you're not in need of anything necessarily. Enjoy your night, sir."
On the turn of steps, Sunghoon immediately crowds Jake against the nearest wall on the other edge of the bar. Then, with a skeptical look, he asks, "What's wrong?" And glares over at the drunk man from the opposite end, ignoring once the guy shoots him a wide grin, long limbs waving back and forth.
"Do you think Gyu's coming tonight?" is what Jake buzzes instead. There's something insanity glinting in his eyes, and Sunghoon snorts. He knows him too well.
"Jake, no- we can't fuck our clients."
"Who says I'm gonna fuck him?" his retort is a futile attempt. "I'm just, I think he needs a driver home."
"We can call a cab," when Jake doesn't reciprocate, Sunghoon sighs and throws himself beside the shorter male. "You said the same thing last time, and look where you are. You can't even get rid of that rock star crazy kid. And mind you, Beomgyu's frying you alive if he finds out."
Jake grimaces, "Don't call him a kid."
"He's nineteen."
"Twenty, next week," then he straightens up, eyes widening. "Oh crap, I forgot I have a date with him next week."
Sunghoon shakes his head, his face dead. He reminds Jake of his father, sometimes. "Of course, you did. Poor kid. Do us a favor and cut ties with him while you're at it. Clean it up with ease. Say nice words. Make sure he doesn't stand at our door at two a.m. with a knife."
"You make him sound like a psychotic freak."
"As long as I remember, all the guys you've hooked up with so far are far from being normal." Jake's affronted look is discounted as Sunghoon turns to him before eyeing the other side, once more,
"And I'm saying, don't fuck that guy."
*
But Jake wants to fuck the guy.
That's the problem. Jake is the problem. To his defense, it's not like people have command over hunger, especially, when the feast is right before them.
"Sir, you need to go home. We're closing."
It's the ninth time Jake tries to get the guy's ass out of the almost empty place. Sunghoon's already left (he has morning classes). And, of course, not without nagging Jake — he practically begged; he's just looking out for Jake. Yeah, Jake should listen to him. Everything Sunghoon says is literal. He's the one who always saves Jake from shitholes. Sunghoon only wishes Jake good wills.
But then, the guy rounds the bar and steps inside the barrier, Jake forgets Sunghoon's existence completely.
He visibly jolts when two large palms cup his waist from behind, "s-sir?"
A deep hum vibrates on his nape, "You know, I can't help the dirty thoughts every time you call me that."
The guy takes a curt inhale before blowing it on the back of his neck, "It's a pain to not stare at pretty boys like you." His hot breath is tickling Jake's sensitive skin, shuddering his whole body. "You were giving me quite a show – bending over, arching your back, and all."
Jake's pants tighten around his crotch. He has to bite his lips to suppress a moan once he senses the guy's hand traveling further down the side of his thigh, caressing it up and down.
"I'm thinking of going for round three. Why don't you accompany me?"
*
Sunghoon only wishes Jake good wills. Though he supposes, wishes do not work if the addressee lacks sincerity.
In a blink, they're already in a hotel room, just above the bar — (his boss's family owns the entire construction) — rutting and grinding against each other. The door has yet to lock when the guy sucks down his neck, biting hard on his collarbones.
Jake gasps, "Wait, are we- are we doing it here? In the hallway? Sir?"
"Heeseung," the guy pulls back, panting heavily. He stares into Jake's glossy eyes, then trails down to his pink plump lips. "Call me, Heeseung."
And, he leans down to catch Jake's lips. The kiss is hasty, sloppy, and hungry. It's almost as if Heeseung is sucking the life out of Jake. His hot tongue thrusts inside, licking and savoring every corner of Jake's mouth while his hands search for Jake's ass. He squeezes it, once, twice, earning satisfied moans before sliding back up to slip past the jeans.
Jake whimpers when Heeseung's large hands make contact with his bare ass. He gnaws on Jake's lips, heaving breathlessly, "Fuck, you're so soft."
The previous guilt drifts away, along with Sunghoon's blurred face, somewhere far behind his consciousness. All he knows is that he needs to get fucked tonight or he's seriously going feral; his dick's been dried for the past few days. It needs action.
His hands move faster than his mind, reaching out for Heeseung's belt and undoing his pants in one go. When he finally gets to touch Heeseung's dick, his tongue feels heavy at the size. He's somehow guessed that the guy would be big, yet still stunned at how actually big he is.
Heeseung moves from Jake's lips to mouth his neck, leaving wet sucks along his pale skin as Jake strokes the guy's thick long shaft, slowly and carefully exploring it.
"You're gonna make me come."
"That fast?" Jake giggles.
Heeseung spins him around to yank his jeans and underwear, all the way down until they free his legs. Jake gladly complies, stepping out of them. "Were you serious about fucking me in the hallway?"
"Why not? Sounds hot to me."
Jake has never been frantic over a guy; he has boundaries over matters. Not once, had he allowed someone to ride beyond his confines. But, this Heeseung guy is beyond his confines. This is bad. It's either he's possessed by the sex devil or he's the devil himself — no shits, literally. Especially, when he stops Heeseung from fishing out the tiny pink elastic pack and demands, "No- fuck me raw."
Sinking to his knees, Heeseung wastes no time latching his tongue between Jake's ass cheeks, making the latter a trembling mess against the wall. He's got the skill, the tip of his tongue teases around the rim, nudging the muscles as a warning to slip inside, easing in and out. His palms feel rough on Jake's thighs, kneading the mushy flesh as though they were stress balls. Jake restrains crying out loud for the sake of their neighbors. Everything is so hot and wet, that the familiar swirl in his stomach starts to push further down his dick.
"Ah, shit- I'm coming-" Jake doesn't even have the time to ponder on how he's coming untouched. His knees shake as thick white cream splutters out of his cock with pride, lining down the navy wall before him.
He has yet to recover from the aftermath when the guy's monster pokes his gaping hole. Jake panics, "W-wait – I just come-"
But it's pushing in and he can only sob into his fists, nipping his bottom lips so hard that it pinches out blood, "I said, wait- fuck." Back curving, he rotates his head back to glare at Heeseung, neck wheeling awkwardly, and rolls his eyes at the welcoming of the smug face. "You could have killed me. Do you even consider your size?"
Heeseung pants out a laugh. "You didn't die," he pulls out, hissing, just to slam back inside with no mercy. Jake lets out a sharp cry. "Now, stop the drama and let me fuck you mad."
He does fuck Jake mad; he fucks like there's no tomorrow and Jake's all but sane. The pressure of Heeseung's humongous cock tearing apart his asshole every time it squishes inside drives Jake wild. So wild that he tunes out everything — college, work, and Sunghoon.
There's drool dripping from his mouth as he chants 'Fuck yes! Don't stop. Harder!' on repeat, eyeballs flashing white. His mind's a hollow space and the only thing triggering his sense is the bruising grips Heeseung has on his hips.
The thrusts become brisk and clumsy by the time Heeseung tilts Jake's head toward his face and kisses him hard, teeth clashing, saliva swirling. The cavern within Jake's head grows darker and darker, and darker until a warm fluid snaps inside his hole, clearing out the smoke in his eyes like the clouds withering away after rain, and he comes for the second time.
His cock is still shooting even after his hole feels empty from Heeseung's withdrawal.
"Damn, how long have you been storing them?" Heeseung mindlessly quips while staring at his own release descending Jake's inner thighs down the floor. His dick jumps at the sight.
Then, traps the younger on the wall, front to back, hands automatically around Jake's waist. His dick naturally finds Jake’s sweet hole, and he slightly rubs over the rim, testing the waters. Jake snorts — nothing mockery — as he detects Heeseung growing bigger again.
He pushes himself back into the guy’s not-so-subtle attempt.
The latter puffs as he does, "Stop- teasing."
"Who's teasing?" his laugh is punched out since he too is feeling incredibly good, too good that his legs feel numb.
Heeseung grazes his teeth along the smooth bony shoulders, "Brace yourself. We still have a long night ahead," twirls Jake, and lifts him up in a swift before eventually throwing both of them on the bed. And Jake's hole is full, again.
*
When Jake wakes up the next day, it's already past noon. He finds himself alone, perfectly cleaned, sprawling naked atop the cushy luxurious mattress that swallows half of him, warm and cozy. Rubbing his eyes, he slowly takes in the sting in his hole and aches around his lower back. "Ugh, I can't move-"
He rolls over in a laze and searches for his phone, still dazed — (Sunghoon must be catching fire if he didn't see Jake home at this time, even so, he would've guessed the point and waiting to beat Jake's ass by now). His arm stretches across the area, patting here and there, brushing over the nightstand, the cold veneer shudders him swiftly. Then proceeds the travel, racing around the surface only to frown at the grasp of a scrap of paper instead.
"Thanks for last night
I had fun,
H.S"
It's a new sentiment because none of his one-night stands had ever left any words of regard. This Heeseung guy is something.
Jake begins to fold the letter, a small smile dancing on his lips, conceding — however, it drops as fast as a bolt once his eyes catch the sight of cash (a fine amount) lying adjacent to the table torch, just beside his phone.
His eyes twitch. Sure, Heeseung is really something.
*
"Will you stop glaring at every newcomer? It's too early for your shits."
Jake huffs, tugging his scowl toward Sunghoon who's casually sticking a slice of lemon on the mouth of a tall sniffer, full of engrossment. "It's been four days. I told you, that oldie's not coming here again."
"Who knows!"
"I know," leaning back to chance a raised brow at Jake, Sunghoon deadpans. "He was in luck to stumble upon this place and bang my best friend, in a row, without my notice."
Jake turns red.
"And if he dares to chip in here again, I'm snapping his dick into two."
"That's cruel-"
"And about that money, give it to me if you don't want it." Sunghoon is back to finalizing his work, "We need a new laundry machine."
Jake makes a disbelief sound, shielding his jeans pocket where a black leather fold is tucked in, "You geek, don't even think of touching it-" He cuts himself off because, suddenly, there's a chime dinging from the front door and his head is instinctively facing toward it, brimming with anticipation, except, it dies down the second he sees the intruder.
Sunghoon also looks up — half curious, half out of habit — and derides, "Oh, your kid's here."
There stands a tall lanky boy, clad in full dark ebony fit — from head to base. His hair's a messy two-waves and has a light shade of blonde at the roots, and the fetters of silver hoop (comes in different sizes) on his ears bop as he shakes his head to sweep the strands out of his inky-colored eyes. His stare is intimidating, much in contrast to his pink pouty lips. As if his whole existence isn't enough to scream 'Rock star-wannabe', there's a massive line of vocabularies branded on his oversized Tee that says, 'I really want to be a rock star' to support the idea.
"Riki?"
"Jake."
He gawks dumbly as the boy traverses to him, grabs his face, and attacks his lips. It all happens so fast that Jake forgets to close his eyes while Riki kisses him. He kisses him soothingly, with no hints of rush — though Jake can feel his hungry tongue trying to sneak inside — before slowly pulling back.
Sunghoon looks unfazed beside them. "Wow. So, we're skipping the 'hello' part now?"
They ignore him.
Jake has his palms around Riki's wrists, the latter's still cupping his face, when he breathes out, "Why are you here?" then realizes he sounds unwelcoming and rephrases with, "I mean, of course, you're allowed to be here, but- aren't we supposed to meet tomorrow?"
"I missed you." Riki offers another peck, smiling adorably, "I couldn't wait, so, came to fetch you."
"Fetch me?"
"Fetch him?" Sunghoon and Jake probe at the same time, but Sunghoon's laced with displeasure while Jake sounds more astonished. "I'm sorry but we're still working, kid. We have guests to serve."
Riki snorts and Sunghoon glares at him, "There's literally no one here aside from us."
"Still, you can't take him away."
"Well, I can."
"You can't."
"I can-"
"Will you two shut the fuck up before I kick both of you out of here?" Jake sighs. He releases Riki's wrists, freeing himself from the younger's hold to recline back against the counter.
Sunghoon rolls his eyes, "You can't kick me out. I work here," and arrows his index finger at Riki who scoffs. "Kick him out instead."
"Shut up, Hoon."
"Jakey," Riki's face appears before his again. He looks nearly ravaged, his bottom lips jutting out. "Please? Come with me? I need to be somewhere else tomorrow but I really, really wanna celebrate my special day with you. Can you?"
There's no escaping, huh.
*
Thus, Jake is here, before a giant gate that leads toward the shimmering mansion ahead — so bright that his eyes hurt (it's not even Christmas. What's with all those festive lights?) — of Riki's property. He gulps and turns to face the younger as the car rolls inside. "Uh, Riki-"
"Don't mind the visual," Riki nods toward the indigo-flushed door that has a series of colorful confetti glued on it, "my dad likes to exaggerate things."
Jake laughs, dry. "No, it's alright. I think it's cute."
The engine halts and they both get out, slamming the doors behind them. Jake circles his vision around the area — there are lit apple-shaped plants aligning the camel walls, blossoms peeking, the ground's accompanied with scarce stones in various measurements, and there's a large pool that hints nothing but bounty — and dread begins crawling in him.
He's about to start regretting how easily he falls into the younger's appeal when Riki takes his hand in his and flashes a beam, the tips of his ears and cheeks coloring red.
"Let's go?"
"Okay."
*
Now hear Jake out, he has had an unhealthy number of wonders in his life. He still has. He got the job by wonder just because Beomgyu happened to be his cousin's boyfriend. He got to live in, if not the best, a decent bearable apartment by wonder just because Sunghoon is the precious nephew of his landlord (the woman is a sweetheart, regardless). He met Riki, an absolute angel, by wonder when all he tried to do was dump the garbage at the back of his workplace. Though, he almost guessed that the wonders were gone after Heeseung ghosted him with the hard cash of sympathy sitting guardedly in his wallet.
So, as Riki calls out for his dear father from the living room; as he collects himself — adjusting his clothes, combing his dark curls over his head and smiles, keen and dazzling — he expects a grey mop, round belly, basically the older version of Riki to pop out of the kitchen.
The first thing he heard was a rushed familiar voice of "Coming! Coming!" and for a second, he thought he'd misheard. Because, the next thing he sees has his jaw dropped and his breath stuck in his throat.
His eyes must be deceiving him.
Right, he must be seeing things. It doesn't make any fucking sense! The person he's been searching for is, out of nowhere, in front of him? In Riki's house? Most importantly, Riki's dad?
Heeseung is no different, freezing in his yellow apron (it’s a sunflower themed), a ladle in his one hand. In fact, he looks worse. He looks like he's going to explode as his wide-doe eyes dart between Jake and his son.
Jake chances glancing at Riki for a brief moment before slowly shifting back to Heeseung to mouth, 'Do not say a word. Don't do anything sus-'
But, Heeseung coughs out, "Jake?" and the room falls silent.
*
Jake's life is full of wonder.
One moment, he was all about hunting down the handsome bastard who abjected him right after the mutual accorded session. Then, another, that bastard was right before him. Is this called, 'Right person, wrong timing', except, he's not in love but in rage?
"So, you guys know each other?"
"No-"
"Yeah," Heeseung averts his eyes when Jake shoots him a glare – (What more this man has the need to lie when he literally vomited out Jake's name just a few minutes ago?) Riki raises his brows. Jake clears his throat,
"We've encountered once, at our bar. Had a friendly chatter. That's all, and of course, I didn't know he was your father."
He wanted to say 'a father'.
Heeseung's orbs stick back at him, blinking in bewilderment, and Jake resists the urge to roll his eyes.
Riki slowly nods, appearing convinced. "Okay. Cool." He reaches out for Jake's hand again, "We'll be in my room. Call me when the food is ready," and stands up, dragging Jake along whose eyes are fixed on Heeseung.
Heeseung stares at their linked hands, then up at Jake just to look away in shame.
Jake smirks, "I'll be in your care, then, Mr. Lee."
*
Jake moans as Riki bites onto his neck, his large hands finding their way to Jake's petit waist, squeezing it lightly.
He's cornered on the wall, inside Riki's room, and they're not even all the way inward for the tour. "Riki- I think, we should sit first-"
Riki smashes their lips together and Jake zips his mouth, melting. Kissing Riki is like savoring the sweetest drink; it's lovely. Everything about Riki is lovely. He's just so precious. Yet, why does Heeseung have to be his father out of everyone?
Hold on, how old is Heeseung? He can't be that old. He doesn't look that old. Oh, right, the money.
"Wait," Jake pushes the younger, gentle palm on his chest, and heaves. Riki eyes him down attentively. Both breathless. "I need to use the bathroom."
*
"You know, you're such a poor actor."
Heeseung jumps, his back evidently tenses up, shoulders rising. Jake retorts a mocking sound at that, the older is not even facing him. He's on the opposite side of the kitchen island.
"Stop being annoying. I'm here for your son. Not you."
"Is it some kind of retribution? Is it your way of getting through us?" Heeseung turns around and looks at Jake. His lips are pressed thin, brows cease, eyes gleam with fiery, and the cook's knife in his hand adds an alarming aura to his broad frame.
But, Jake is having a hard time taking his eyes off the spumed quote 'Happy wife, happy life' printed on the smock around his torso; he can't take him seriously. "Is it?"
"Please. Don't get too ahead of yourself. I have a life."
"Then, you're together with Riki?"
"No- not yet-"
"Do you even like him?" The distaste in his voice is unheard of as he drops the knife and makes a turn around the counter. The action weirdly recalls Jake about their first night, except, Heeseung keeps a wary distance between them this time. "It’s not about him, right? You better stop if you’re not serious. Name the amount-"
"Oh for fuck sake," Jake bolds a step forward, head raising up, glaring, "Before you start accusing me," and pulls out his wallet, snatches out the money (he kept it separately from his own), and slaps it on Heeseung's chest.
Heeseung's mouth unlocks, loose, "What-"
"Here's your stupid money." Heeseung grabs it. He has to since Jake is letting it go. "Take it. And fuck you. I don't care about your shits, dick-head. Don't you dare put me on the same bar with your little courtesans you bang behind your wife's knowledge. How can you live like that? Think about Riki, at least."
The gears in Heeseung's brain rotate, flipping. Not because of what Jake said to him, he's barely paying attention anyway. His head is just too busy digging on Jake's teary orbs piercing his – the younger's face is flushed red and he's gasping from how fast he just spoke. The sight's forcing Heeseung to do something; to do anything to erase the discomfort in Jake's eyes. So, when Jake does a show of walking away, Heeseung's wide palm flies out to catch Jake's wrist, "Wait!"
"Fuck off."
"Jake! Wait!"
The aforementioned pauses. And he takes the chance to march before the younger, face searching down. "I didn't mean it like that. About the, the money- I was just, I thought I should appreciate you in some way."
"Wow, thanks." Jake peers up, breath hitching from how Heeseung's nose is practically touching his.
The atmosphere snaps and swiftly turns into a stifling air. They remain muted, drowning in each other's eyes and the rhythm of their hammering heartbeats. Jake dismisses his next word — he dismisses everything at all — as he studies Heeseung's sharp yet soft features, like the clean cut of his cheekbones, Greek nose, long lashes, and chapped pink lips. He unconsciously swipes a tongue on his own one.
Heeseung groans quietly. He carefully rests his hands on Jake's hips, "I was just looking out for Riki. I didn't mean–"
"Jake? Dad? What's going on?"
Uh oh.
*
"And, you spilled everything?"
It's a day after.
The noise from Sunghoon's mixer is obnoxiously yawping beside Jake. Torturing his fucked-up head. Luckily, there aren't many guests tonight, not that, it's usually bunched up.
He just slumps himself on the marble floor of the countertop, cheeks squishing against the cool surface, and blocks his face from the booming lights above with his arms. He's depleted, definitely not the time for Sunghoon's mother stance.
"I'm still at a loss. How on earth is your kid that gaffer's son? Like, how?" His voice somehow wins over the mixer, but Jake'd like him to tone down before people start giving them side stares.
"Apparently, long story short, Riki's adopted. And Heeseung's divorced."
"That still doesn't change the fact that you scored both of them, father and son. This shit's crazy. You are crazy."
The mixer stops. Fucking finally.
Sunghoon wipes a towel across the sector — where he stains, his hands, and stalks off somewhere. It's a minute or two after that he comes back with a chalice, the one he bought from the retro store they went together, in his hand.
"Try this. I added a new ingredient."
He places it close to Jake, nudging the latter to take it. Jake stares at the popping slimy purple liquid for a while and downs it without hesitation, letting the burning stir gash along his windpipe to his stomach.
"Fuck-" He screws his eyes shut, "don't tell me you're putting this on our menu," coughing brutally.
"Maybe, maybe not." Sunghoon shrugs, "So? How did it end? Did he punch you?"
"That would've been better. Don't worry, I'm done with them. Both."
Sunghoon pats his head, unbothered. He's so annoying. "Good job, baby. You did great." Then, his head turns, aiming toward the door as it dings. Jake mirrors him and almost wishes he didn't.
Heeseung fidgets at the entrance. "H-hi,"
And Sunghoon gapes at him like he's just seen a dancing donkey. "You said, you're done with them?"
Jake exhales a deep long breath, eyes hard on Heeseung, "looks like they're not."
*
A long emit, yet again, escapes through Jake's nose. The curve of his brows and the downturn of his lips stress how impatient he is, though, Heeseung can't see from the lack of light outside — (there's only a single pole above their heads but it's fucking nictitating).
"I'm going back if you're not gonna speak."
"I want to apologize, for everything." It's a funny sight how Heeseung makes himself appear smaller despite him literally hovering over Jake.
"There's no need. If anything, it's my fault too."
"I know. I just want to apologize for my part."
This bastard.
Jake shoves his hands inside his jeans pockets and bites his lips, "Uh, how's Riki doing?"
He and Riki didn't end well; the younger kicked him out before he had a chance to utter any lame excuse. Honestly, he guesses, perhaps this is fine. Riki should find someone nice, someone like himself. Jake is no good for him. Yet, somewhere deep in his mind, Jake doesn't want Riki to hate him. He really adores the younger.
Heeseung sighs, loud and drained. "He won't talk to me. I think he hates me now."
"Riki's a good kid. He just needs some time."
"He seems to like you a lot."
Jake chuckles, head spinning. He tries to swallow back the lump threatening to burst out of his throat. Why is he even crying?
Heeseung treads forward. But, not enough to invade personal space.
It's quiet after that. A long pause; long enough for a cat to model its way through alleys and Heeseung to finally spot on the scarlet shades creeping along Jake's cheeks.
Then, he voices out, tiny, "Heeseung?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I suck you off?"
*
Jake is going to blame Sunghoon's cryptic drink for this. He totally forgot that he just had a chuck of booze earlier, and, now he's buzzed. Not thoroughly, but he loves to concept the thought. He. Is. Drunk.
He's kneeling between Heeseung's high legs because he's drunk.
He's nosing Heeseung's crotch because he's drunk.
He's mouthing Heeseung's bulge because, again, he's drunk.
Heeseung has his back against the dirty wall, not caring whether it messes up his polo. He can sacrifice thousands of them if it means having Jake begging in his mercy, eyes round and innocent, face flushed, lips glinted cherry. Gods, Jake is fucking pretty. It's a sin.
"Why do you even bother wearing belts? Such a work,"
Jake grumbles as his restless fingers fumble over Heeseung's slacks. And, the knit on his brows loosens up when he finally manages to pull it down and eyes the huge shaft outlining Heeseung's boxers.
Heeseung grins, "You're salivating." Jake rolls his eyes and squeezes Heeseung's clothed cock, aggressively. "Ow, fuck!"
Another press and his cock is exposed, free, aroused, and stiff. Jake mumbles, "So big," before licking it all the way up and down, coating it with his thick saliva. Heeseung groans in content. His palm is in Jake's fluffy hair, clenching and unclenching.
They're so eager that they don’t give two hoots about people catching them outing PDA in the middle of the street, between buildings, where youngsters often hang out; Jake's just worried if the granny from the second floor of the condo across would suddenly emerge from her window and scream for him. He's her late-night smoking buddy.
As Jake takes the cock fully in his mouth, Heeseung has to hinder himself from pouncing his way down the younger's throat. Jake's pillowy lips grace Heeseung's cock with warmth, his tongue plays around, lapping and devouring Heeseung's cock like it's his last dinner.
"Oh, fuck, Jake-", Heeseung is barely recovering. He tugs Jake's hair. "So good. Fuck."
Jake relishes in praise, his greedy tongue reaching below to slurp the balls, jacking Heeseung off with one hand, then, his mouth is back onto Heeseung's cock. It's like a loop; suck, jack off, and suck again. He's so invested that he doesn't realize himself rutting against Heeseung's loafers, because, he whimpers loudly when the honed tip rubs his own erection.
He looks up.
Heeseung's lips twitch, lopsidedly, "having fun down there?"
To add the spice, Heeseung decides to join his little play by lifting his shoes, offering the perfect angle, and Jake cries in delight.
At that moment, Jake doesn't think of Riki. He doesn't think of Heeseung's role in Riki's life. He doesn't think of his role in Riki's life, that is, if there's still any room left for him. Jake wants to sink in this guilty pleasure. It's beyond his power. He can't help it.
Heeseung clutches Jake's hair, this time a little harder. Enough to make the younger flutter up, bewildered, appearing chaste though the swelled cheeks say otherwise. Heeseung's cock throbs inside with need.
"Jake- can I, can I fuck your throat?"
Jake lets him. He lets Heeseung use his mouth like a sex toy. Heeseung looks almost sadistic, taking rapture in the struggle Jake bears from how fast he's thrusting in and out. He proceeds to offer his shoes to Jake and the younger grinds helplessly on it while drooling all over Heeseung's cock.
Maybe, Heeseung is really a sadist. He mindlessly rams his huge dick down Jake's gullet, forcing its way until he can see the glimpse of it bulging on the younger's neck, and snatches it back up immediately as if Jake isn't a living soul.
Tears run down Jake's cheeks. He tries to breathe; he needs to breathe or he'll die from the lack of oxygen. His lungs are charring inside, howling in pain. His vision is a white palette and all he can think of is chasing his orgasm high.
Heeseung's legs start to tremble, "Fuck, I'm –", and he's letting all out inside Jake's mouth. Jake swallows them all down, cleaning Heeseung's cock neatly. He stares as the younger slowly pulls back, leaving his spent-cock drop, and licks his own lips, eyes challengingly up. Strings of cuss flow out of his tongue at the sinful sight.
Jake rewards a lazy smile, "You taste amazing," then, whines at his blotched pants. He came too, like insane volume.
"Com'ere-" Heeseung kisses him. Their position is a bit uncomfortable since Jake is still on his knees but they don't mind as long as their lips meet each other. Heeseung's palms are on Jake's cheeks and Jake has his over Heeseung's when they depart. The light dances above them — it's been twinkling enough (Jake needs to inform Sunghoon to have Beomgyu fix it as soon as possible, for their business image).
Heeseung swigs hard. His gaze glued on Jake's illuminating features, caressing his face. "You're so beautiful."
They kiss again until Sunghoon barks out Jake's name from behind the walls and Ronaldo-kicks Heeseung's ass out of the building. It's an eventful night.
*
Jake sees Riki again three weeks after Heeseung's visit.
He drops in the bar on a weekday, a normal occasion. What's abnormal is that as soon as he swings the door open, Jake is in the middle of twerking before Jay's face, Jay slapping his butt, and Sunghoon wheezing his guts out filming the whole chaos.
"It was a dare," He feels his face heating up so he cools it down with the liquor Sunghoon has served them. It doesn't help, instead, he coughs embarrassingly. "uh, they made me do that. You- you can forget about it."
Behind them, he can hear the nasty glees coming from his friends. He will personally roast them alive later. Riki only shrugs, judging the place as if it's his first time here.
"Why's no one here?"
"People usually don't come at this hour."
"Ahh.."
Jake glances up at him, unsure, "I thought you don't want to see me again."
"You don't want me here?"
"What- no! Of course not!"
"Relax," Jake complies, breathing fast. His eyes are as wide as the room as Riki reaches out to flick his forehead, giggling once Jake puffs his cheeks out. The tense air vanishes right after Riki's low cackle. Huh, he misses the younger after all.
"These past days were tough for me." Riki begins as he sips his Coke. (Sunghoon's generous enough to take note of Riki's preference despite him vocalizing hatred toward the younger). "I wanted to come see you. But you know, it was just, not that simple. I was scared that you wouldn't want the same."
Jake opens his mouth to protest but Riki signals him to stop and adds, "I'm not mad at you. It wasn't your fault. None of us were ready for the fallout. It was no one's fault-"
He pauses to have a curt inhale. "I was hurt and frustrated with myself. I've gone through a lot of brainstorming, and I'm not fool enough to think that I own you. I don't have the right to be furious when you're not even mine. We did stuff together. But you never cross the line since you only see me as your little brother. So, I'm sorry. I disregarded your feelings. I'm sorry for everything, Jake."
"No, I hurt you. It was my–"
"Excuse you, Mr. emo-whatever. Who said you could make my baby cry?"
Jay's voice rings from afar and only then Jake realizes he's been shedding tears. He sniffs loudly.
Sunghoon holds Jay by the waist, who is about to march toward Riki and Jake's table only to be tangled up in his strong limbs. "Let me go! Let me go!"
He waves at them, dragging the wiggling Jay backward, "Alright. Alright. Time for bed. Let's get you some sleep." And they disappear behind the wall.
Riki clears his throat, "Okay... that was- did Jay break up with Sunoo? Why's he drinking so much?"
Jake laughs, strangled. He wipes away his tears as Riki offers tissues to him. The younger even leans forward to wipe some, gently dapping on his cheeks. "He, uh, had a new guy, Jungwon. But the guy dumped him again."
"Damn. Stay strong, Jay."
"Anyways," It’s still heart-flattering to level Riki's heedful stare. Jake is weak to affection. "Back to our business, I'm sorry that I hurt you. I know I'm terrible."
"You are." Riki echoes, but the grin on his face emphasizes the jest.
Jake wets his lips, "Are we cool?"
"Depends." He frowns as Riki rests his elbows on the table, locking his fingers, and quirks his brows at Jake as if he’s about to out a real deal. "You know, the main reason I came here is to confirm one thing. I just need an answer."
A hesitant nod, "What is it?"
"Do you like my dad?"
"Excuse me?"
"My dad, I've never seen him bring someone home after his wife left. He invested all his time in me, because he believed that I should be his top priority. But you broke the spell. And I think you should take responsibility for that."
Jake blinks, digesting Riki's words. This isn't what he's pictured. "Uh, you want me to date your father?"
"At least, he should have you even if I can't."
"Riki—"
"So? Do you like him?"
“Damn. Okay- How old is he?"
"Thirty-six."
"I'll date your dad."
*
"I can't believe you gave in so easily."
Jay lays across the rug, rolling around on it like a wild animal, and scoots away to the corner once Jake chases for his legs.
"He's not that old. And he's handsome, tall, strong, and his dick is massive." A pause to bite his lips, "He fucks well. He's rich. I can be his sugar baby."
"Just say you have daddy issues. You're basically his side-chick."
"He's a divorcee."
"He still keeps in touch with his wife, ex-wife, I mean." Jay presses further.
"So what if he does." Yeah, what if he does? It doesn't matter because Heeseung likes Jake and Jake likes Heeseung. They're perfect for each other. "I'm the chosen one anyway."
Sunghoon just snorts from the floor. He's on his stomach, shirtless — he even threatened to yank off his shorts but Jake knocked some sense into him so it stays safe — because he feels like he'd turn into a grilled barbecue if he's not fully exposed. It's 40 degrees outside. And, the grainy curtains and the blower above don't support enough to protect them from the incinerating sun up there.
Jake clicks his tongue, "I'm on a step forward to my dream. You guys are fucking useless. Hoon, didn't you say you wanted a new laundry machine?"
"Tell him to add air conditioners too. We'll talk after that."
*
Heeseung installs air conditioners in their apartment the next day. He even bought extra ones for their bedrooms. And the washing machine too, of course.
Sunghoon's jaw drops. There are a bunch of unknown faces walking around their apartment — some grouping near the wall and some marching inside without a care as if they own the land.
"I mean, I did say that but-"
He jerks back as the craftsmen shove the frame ladder towards his face, frowning when they don't even bother to check on him afterward. His brows rise up to his hairline, hands on hips, foot tapping. "what's up with them?"
Jake smiles, gazing at the new layout of their living room, "they're working, Hoon. Stop complaining."
"I haven't said shits yet?"
*
A month later.
“I am back, hoes!”
The front door bursts unlock, the impact letting it rock to the side and slam on the wall, welcoming a beaming younker in a bizarre clobber — he has a combination of sagging trousers and cut out tank top, his grubby hair is pushed back with specs and there are a few fronds fancying around, and his toes are out free (no signs of shoes).
If they hadn’t known the guy, they’d report him to a hospital for an escaped lunatic.
“Beomie!” Jay fences over the bar counter and rushes toward Beomgyu’s stretched-out arms. Sunghoon trails along, being watchful unlike Jay; he has to make sure it is their boss.
"Did you have a row with boars in Amazon? Why do you look like that?"
Sunghoon leans over to interrogate once he's sure it's the real Beomgyu. The latter looks way grimmer up close. "Are you sure you were on a honeymoon trip?" Beomgyu chuckles, removing Jay from him before pulling out a dark blueish shrub from his worn-out backpack.
He flashes a terrifying grin, "Junnie copped this for us. Keep it under the utmost care. This is the future of our business."
Just then, Yeonjun appears behind him like a ghost. He looks like a remake version of his husband with his disheveled tangerine mop and unwashed cardigan sliding off one shoulder.
"Who wants Skittles?"
Beomgyu narrows his eyes, looking left and right, "Where's Jake?" and squints when Sunghoon and Jay avoid his peer.
"About that—"
*
"Fuck-" Jake's body bounces as Heeseung recklessly pounds upward, his grips tightening around Jake's soft flesh on his thighs. "Fuck. Fuck. I'm coming- Hee-"
They're inside Heeseung's Porshe. The sun is setting, which means, Jake is supposed to be working now and not sitting on Heeseung's lap, half-naked, with Heeseung's cock up inside his hole.
Ever since Riki's approval, Jake and Heeseung have been meeting up frequently. Actually, more than frequently. They're always together, twenty-four-seven as if they were born limbs attached from a single hole. Heeseung's basically a regular of his workplace though Jake isn't complaining. On the contrary, he's more than willing to serve the older, leading seductress, before eventually winding up in one of the rooms above the bar, between alleys, or inside Heeseung’s car. It’s like a new routine Jake has altered for the future.
“Oh God,” Jake squirts all over Heeseung — some scattering on the leather sheath of the seat. He’s trembling as Heeseung rides his high, thrusting all the way up to Jake’s abdomen, and paints there with his own come, biting Jake’s chest hard as if he’s been starving for years. Jake yanks his head back, screaming.
His back bends so curve that it aches, mouth splitting apart to let the saliva stream down his chin. Heeseung licks it. He saves it with his tongue and rolls it back up inside Jake’s mouth, and sucks it, letting the mixed tang of green apple and minty toothpaste rule over his taste bud.
“That was amazing,” Heeseung breathes out once they’ve pulled back. Jake rests his head on Heeseung’s shoulders, uncaring the sticky sweats.
“It was.” He repeats, barely catching air.
As their panting bout dies down, Heeseung shifts lightly to nudge Jake up at him. “I have something for you.”
Jake blinks as Heeseung leans back to grab his blazer from the backseat. And his eyes grow larger when a small crate pops up in his line of vision. He gasps, “Heeseung, what-”
The latter hushes him. “Give me your hand.”
A thin band enters his fourth finger. It has a silvery glitter line roped around and dots of gem supporting each end where the strokes connect. Simple yet exquisite. And when he twists it to the side, it glows his initials ‘S.J.Y’ carved on it. Jake can’t stop wriggling his fingers. Heeseung chuckles, taking Jake’s hand in his.
“Knew it’d suit you. Just perfect.”
“Heeseung, what is this for?”
“A present. A promise.”
Jake thinks it’s ridiculous to get emotional in front of the man whose dick is still buried deep in him, so he swallows. He throws his arms around Heeseung’s neck and starts slowly grinding on him instead, making Heeseung inhale sharply. Heeseung’s palms reflexively search for his narrow waist, holding him still as he stares down to catch Heeseung’s smile,
“Who said I’m gonna marry you? Come clean before you tryna' claim me, Mr. Lee.”
Heeseung’s grin widens, “Is this a challenge, sweet chick?”
“Try me.”
*
"So, you're gonna be like, my mom?"
Riki tips at the shining metal around Jake's ring finger which is irritatedly standing out too much for his liking. He cackles, shaking his head,
"Nah, I'm still his side chick."
***