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Park hated seeing Chet in this condition. He wasn't even sure what Chet had taken today to stay sane. Every day Chet was getting more and more broken. It made Park's heart ache.
Chet lay on the shaggy rug in the living room, leaning against the leather couch. His glasses were tilted and he was staring off into space. It was clear he had been crying, judging by his red eyes, but now he looked rather expressionless. There was a half-filled pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the coffee table. Park sighed and walked boldly into the living room.
"Chet," he tried carefully.
Chet didn't move.
Park stepped further, trying to study his boss's face. "Sir? Are you okay?"
He still couldn't make contact with Chet.
Park crouched right in front of Chet. "Chet?"
Finally, Chet's watery eyes moved slowly to Park. His lower lip trembled.
“Oh Chet... How long have you been sitting here? Aren’t you cold?”, Park asked softly.
“Park..?”, Chet asked in a whisper.
It was strange to see him so quiet. Usually Chet was full of adrenaline and energy, throwing things around the apartment in a fit of rage.
“You smell like cigarettes... Did you take something?”, Park tried to ask as gently as he could. He didn’t want to upset his boss.
Chet didn’t seem offended by Park’s question, though. He tilted his head. “Park... My... My mom, she’s not here anymore...”
Park sighed. He nodded understandingly and offered his boss a soft smile. He brought his hand to Chet’s forehead to test if Chet had a fever, but instead Chet grabbed Park’s hand. He squeezed his bodyguard's hand with his cold fingers and then brought it to his cheek.
"You're the only one... I don't have anyone else. Not anymore," Chet muttered, rubbing his cheek against Park's palm.
Park smiled understandingly, "I'll always be with you. Always."
Park didn't want Chet to start crying again, so he had to act quickly. "Chet..?"
Chet's eyes shot up at him expectantly.
"What if I took you to the bathroom? Let’s get you cleaned up. You'll feel better after that," Park suggested. He wanted to wash the faint smell of cigarette smoke off his boss.
Chet didn't answer, but nodded.
Park immediately brought his strong arms under Chet’s knees and lower back. He lifted his boss up with one easy effort. Chet hung in his arms, like a fallen angel. He was almost completely limp, but his gaze was glazed over at Park.
Park carried his boss bridle-style through the apartment until they reached the bathroom. The white bathtub was filled with warm water and rose-scented soap. Park sat Chet down on the edge of the tub and then rolled up his sleeves properly.
Then he put his fingers on Chet's white shirt. He began to unbutton his boss's buttons as respectfully as he could. Chet watched Park's every move. Park treated Chet as if he were made of glass. Park finally got Chet's shirt off, then he carefully took off Chet's glasses and left them at the sink. Chet was beautiful without them.
Neither of them said anything as Park bent down to his knees to unzip Chet's pants. Neither of them said anything as Park pulled Chet's pants off, leaving him in just his black boxer. Chet didn't move, he didn't say anything, and he didn't react in any way. He just stared.
This wasn't the first time Park had undressed and washed Chet, though. He had actually done it many times when Chet was either too high or too drunk to do it himself. Park pulled down Chet's underwear, leaving his boss completely naked. He quickly noticed that Chet was feeling cold. He was shivering a little.
So Park got himself together. He grabbed Chet by the shoulders and guided him to sit down carefully in the tub. That finally made Chet relax. He closed his eyes and let Park message his bare skin with water.
Park tried to make sure to get all the places on Chet washed. He let the water flow through his boss's soft hair. It was nice and quiet. Park started to massage the shampoo into Chet's hair, making sure to give his boss a massage at the same time.
Park let the water rinse the shampoo out.
"Park?"
Park raised his head "yes?"
Chet opened his eyes carefully "I like your touch. Have I ever told you that before?"
That made Park smile lazily "you have not, sir. I would remember if you had given me that kind of compliment."
Chet pursed his lips "it's true. I like your touch." He grabbed Park by the wrist. Their eyes met, "I don't think I could do without it."
"You don't have to do without me. I'm not going anywhere," Park spoke with surprising warmth for someone who normally yelled at him and threw things.
"I feel bad for you... I've dragged you into this mess," Chet sighed.
”I’m happy to be a part of your mess," Park admitted.
That made Chet get out of the tub a little. He now grabbed Park's other hand as well. He brought his face closer to his bodyguard.
"Park..."
Park swallowed. He wasn't used to Chet initiating skinship, "yes?"
"Would you touch me..?", It sounded like a plea.
"How do you want me to touch you?", Park tried to remain professional, but it was starting to get difficult.
Chet didn't take his intense gaze off him, he gently guided Park's other hand against his wet chest "touch me like this..."
Park began to feel like he was dreaming. He had been praying for this day for a long time. How was it possible that his dreams were now coming true?
Chet gently brought his other hand behind Park's neck and pulled him almost against him. Their noses almost touched.
"Please Park..."
Park didn't need to be told twice. He slammed his lips against his boss. Chet had lips as soft as Park had imagined. Chet melted into Park, wrapping both arms around the bodyguard's neck. He tried to pull Park into the bathtub with him.
However, Park pulled himself away, leaving Chet gasping for breath. Park looked at him fiercely as he began to take off his already slightly wet shirt. Unlike Chet's neatly folded clothes, Park threw his own carelessly on the floor.
He didn't have time to get his pants off when Chet pulled him into the tub. The water bubbled over the edges, soaking the bathroom rug. Neither man cared, though. Chet kissed Park with all his might.
When Park finally pulled himself away, he immediately brought his lips to Chet's damp neck. Chet stroked Park's back and neck with his hands. Park left kisses all over his boss's skin.
Park's lips touched Chet's stomach and it made Chet gasp. Park let his hands explore his boss's body freely. He brought his other hand to Chet's cock, making Chet groan. Park, however, continued to kiss Chet's bare wet skin.
Park began to lazily pump Chet's cock up and down, making Chet squirm.
"Ah..! Park", Chen whined.
"How far does sir want to go?", Park asked in a low voice.
Chet's face was now red. His knees were peeking under the water's surface "I want to feel good. You're going to make me feel good, right?"
"I promise I'll make you feel so good you'll forget your own name", Park groaned.
"Yes... Yes!", Chet panted heavily.
“But Chet has to turn around. Is that okay?”, Park asked.
Chet clearly didn’t need to be told twice. He struggled a little in the slippery tub, but finally managed to turn himself around. He took support from the edge of the tub and tried to peek over his shoulder to see what Park was doing.
Park lifted Chet’s bottom up so that at least part of his butt was visible under the water. Park squeezed his boss’s thighs and admired the view for a moment. Then he began to gently caress Chet’s thighs and leave kisses along Chet’s lower back.
Chet flinched and whimpered as he felt something foreign against his skin. He gripped the edge of the tub tightly and tried to see over his shoulder what the hell Park was doing.
Park had gently spred Chet’s ass cheeks with both hands and had licked Chet’s entrance.
“Park..!”, Chet whined.
Park shushed him “take it easy. Let me handle this. I was supposed to make you feel good.”
Chet was about to reply, but Park lowered his mouth to his puckering hole.
Chet slumped against the edge of the tub. He felt his whole body shaking. He clenched his teeth tightly on his arm so he wouldn’t make too much noise.
Park was really enjoying his work. While he was eating his boss out, he rubbed his thighs with his hands.
Chet was a moaning mess in an instant. There were threatening tears in the corners of his eyes and he couldn’t support his back with his legs anymore. He had never felt anything like this, not even after drugs. He wanted to turn to Park and tell him that this was dirty, but he was enjoying this way too much.
Park pulled himself away, licking his lips. Chet finally caught his breath when Park brought his arm under Chet's chest. He supported his boss's body and lifted him up against his wet chest. Chet gasped and finally looked down at how rock hard he was.
"P-Park..!"
Park pumped his red, irritated cock while rubbing his own bulge against Chet. Chet whimpered as Park planted a kiss on his neck.
Soon he felt something against him again. Park had brought his fingers between his ass cheeks and was gently rubbing his rim. Chet pushed his legs apart more to give Park more room even though the bottom of the tub was slowly starting to hurt under his knees.
Park gently pushed his index finger in a little bit, testing. Chet didn't seem to react, so he pushed half of his finger in. That made Chet tense up. He felt something slimy between his legs.
"What did you put in me?", Chet asked, trying to catch his breath.
"Something to help out,” Park whispered against Chet's ear.
Chet raised one of his eyebrows, "b-but you just opened me up pretty good. Isn't that enough?"
"I'm just being extra careful. I don't want you to get hurt," Park replied.
Chet thought for a moment, "But there's no lube in the bathroom? What did you-" His sentence was cut short when Park inserted his entire finger inside, making Chet moan.
Park moved his finger smoothly, careful inside of his boss until Chet began to relax a little. Then he carefully inserted another finger and began to scissor Chet open.
Chet threw his head up and let it rest against Park's neck. He literally saw stars.
Chet groaned in discomfort when Park finally pulled his finger out, leaving Chet empty. Park pushed Chet further away from him. Chet took the opportunity to turn around in the tub to get a better look at his bodyguard. Park seemed to be having a little trouble pushing his wet pants off.
Chet watched, eyes wide, as Park's cock slammed against his stomach. He wasn't much bigger than Chet, but Chet still couldn't take his eyes off him. He now leaned back in the tub and spread his legs so that Park could get a good angle against him. Park lifted one of Chet's thighs to give himself a better angle.
Chet's heart was beating fast.
"Remember, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to. Are you nervous?", Park asked, noticing his boss's expression.
Chet's gaze shot up, "Park... Fuck me. I'm your boss, so that's an order. You promised I wouldn't even remember my own name after this. Make me feel good."
Park nodded. He grabbed his cock and pumped it a couple of times before leaning in even closer. He brought his cock against Chet and aligned himself right at Chet's entrance. Then he pushed.
Chet gasped, throwing his head back.
Park continued slowly and carefully. He pushed himself in gently, even though he just wanted to slam himself in. He didn't want to hurt Chet, not even by accident.
He was halfway there when Chet started to relax a little and he gripped Park's arm tightly.
After a moment, Park had pushed himself all the way in. It was a sensitive moment and they were both completely still. Park wouldn't move until he was sure it was okay.
Chet patted Park's arm gently as a sign.
Park carefully pulled himself out almost all the way and slammed himself back in. Chet whined. Park did it again and again and again until a steady rhythm was established.
Chet made such a beautiful sound every time Park's hips touched Chet's skin. Park could listen to his boss moaning all day.
"O-oh Park!", Chet gasped.
Park grabbed onto Chet tightly and picked up his pace. His eyes never left Chet's red face. It was rare to see Chet like this. It was actually rare to see him anything other than angry, so Park really enjoyed this.
The water rolled over the edges of our bathtub onto the floor and Chet's beautiful voice echoed along the walls. Park slid his hand under his boss's back and in one swift movement lifted him and sat him up on his lap. Chet and Park's chests touched and Chet immediately threw his arms around Park's neck to hold himself upright.
Park squeezed Chet's thighs tightly and lifted him up and down while meeting him halfway. Chet's muscles began to tense and his voice rose. Park knew what that meant and he carefully slid his hand between their stomachs, wrapping his fingers around his boss's cock.
Chet began to shake vaguely and rubbed his cheek against Park.
"P-Park, I- I-", he couldn't get the words out properly.
"I know... I know sir. It's okay", Park comforted.
Then he felt Chet spasm in his arms. Chet’s orgasm shot through his body like lightning. Park stopped and let Chet calm down. Chet shook and shook until his muscles finally began to relax little by little. Park stroked his wet back gently.
Chet gasped against him. When he finally swallowed and tried to straighten his back, Park grabbed him. Chet let out a surprised yelp as Park pulled him to his feet. The bathroom air felt cold against his wet skin.
Chet didn't have time to react when Park turned him over so that Chet's hands smacked against the tiled wall.
Chet glanced over his shoulder questioningly, "What are you doing?"
Park smiled pretty and pressed himself against Chet's back. Chet gasped as Park pushed himself back inside him.
“Park!”, Chet whined.
Park started his rhythm. Now he had more space. Since they were no longer in the water, the slapping of skin against skin echoed much louder.
Chet slumped against the cold tile wall “Park..! I just came!”
“Are you saying you can’t do it again? I don’t think so… My boss can do anything,” Park mumbled.
It gave Chet some kind of excitement. He lifted one of his thighs invitingly and Park grabbed it with his strong hand. He lifted Chet’s thigh up, giving himself more space.
Chet was soon a moaning mess. His cheek rubbed against the cold tile up and down every time Park slammed into him. It took Chet a moment to register that Park had grabbed his cock with his free hand again and pumped it lazily.
Chet knew he couldn’t take the pleasure anymore. Park hit him so sweetly in the right spot. Chet threw his head back when he came again. This time against the wall tiles. He tried to wipe the drool from his lips with his palm, despite his shaking.
Chet saw stars as Park gently pushed him down from behind. Chet desperately grabbed the edge of the bathtub. His knees sank into the water against the slippery bottom of the bathtub. He felt Park's hands caressing his back. Then he yelped when Park started pounding into him again.
"W-what the hell? How much stamina do you have!?", Chet exclaimed in despair.
Park smiled smugly "I'm a bodyguard. I could do this all night long."
Chet cried desperately. He couldn't do this all night long. Maybe he needed to go out on the field, like Park, to get some more energy. He wouldn't have been able to stop Park, Park was too strong and Chet was completely drained of energy. But he didn't want this to end either. Chet had never felt this way before. He was curious about where this would lead.
Chet almost toppled over the edge of the tub when Park slammed hard into him. Chet's eyes rolled into his head and he suddenly lost full control of his body. Luckily, Park had brought his hands under his hips to hold him upright.
Chet began to squirm desperately in his grip. He was like a rag doll, completely at the mercy of his bodyguard.
"Just a bit more...”, Park whispered. He finally felt the familiar knot in his stomach. He was close. Park squeezed his boss's hips tightly as he slammed into him. His thrusts became erratic and when he slammed in one last time he came and painted Chet's walls white.
Park panted, trying to steady his breathing and trying to keep himself upright so he wouldn't accidentally collapse on top of Chet. Chet shook quietly, like a leaf against the tub.
“I’m sorry Chet... I should have asked first before I came inside,” Park chided himself. He tried to be as careful as possible as he carefully pulled himself out. He watched as his cum began to run down Chet’s thighs. It was a beautiful sight.
“Chet?”, Park asked in surprise. He didn’t get an answer, so he quickly grabbed his boss and pulled him into his arms. Chet collapsed back first into the water against Park’s chest.
He was still shaking... Why was he still shaking? Chet’s eyes were only half open and he couldn’t seem to close his mouth properly. He looked so fucked.
“Chet..?”, Park asked in confusion. Chet brought his hands to his face in embarrassment, but his shaking didn’t stop.
Then Park realized what had happened. His gaze brightened, “You... You came without-”
“Shut up!”, Chet whined in embarrassment.
Park blinked in surprise" and you still... Your orgasm is still going?"
Chet desperately tried to hide his red face in his hands. He shook his head" I can't make it stop..!"
Park had never felt so proud. He would remember this moment forever. A proud, bright smile spread across his face, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Shut up..! I-”, Chet tried to move to get his shaking thighs back into place, but it didn’t seem to work.
Park sushed him and gently rubbed his shaking thighs, “don’t move. Relax...”
Chet carefully lowered his arms and let himself lean properly against Park’s chest. They sat there in complete silence for a while. Soon Chet’s shaking stopped. His muscles relaxed and he had pulled himself together.
Park rested his chin against his shoulder. Chet let Park’s hands roam freely along his body. However, he jumped a little when he felt a finger between his ass cheeks.
“Don’t worry... I’ll just help you clean up. I didn’t realize I had to pull out,” Park hummed.
Chet snapped, “Of course you didn’t...”
That made Park smile. Chet seemed noticeably more refreshed, and he no longer smelled of cigarettes. He was pleased.
“Park...”, Chet began.
“Yes?”
Chet was silent for a moment, clearly wondering how to continue, “Can we do this again..? Sometime when I’m feeling nervous again?”
Park gave Chet a quick kiss on the back of his neck, “I’m always here for you. I’m yours.”
Chet sighed contentedly, “That’s right. You’re mine. Mine.”