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The beach house was quiet when Martin entered, his wet feet leaving prints on the tile. He expected to hear the shower running, but instead he heard the soft clink of glass from the kitchen.
Juhoon stood at the counter, still in his swim trunks, his bare back to Martin. His shoulders were tense, his movements jerky as he filled a glass with water.
"Jju?"
Juhoon's shoulders stiffened. He didn't turn around. "Thought you were having too much fun out there to notice I left."
The words were meant to sound sassy, but Martin heard the hurt underneath. He took a step closer. "Twinski"
"Don't." Juhoon's voice cracked slightly. He lifted the glass to his lips, but his hands were shaking.
Martin moved forward instinctively. "Juhoon, I"
The glass slipped.
Everything happened too fast. Water splashed across the counter and floor. Glass shattered in a crystalline explosion. Juhoon jerked back with a sharp gasp, and Martin saw the red bloom across his foot.
"Shit" Juhoon's voice broke completely, and suddenly he was crying.
Not just tearing up, actually crying, his whole body shaking as he stared down at the broken glass and the cut on his foot.
"Jju!" Martin was across the kitchen in two strides, his heart hammering.
"Hey, hey, it's okay,it's just water, baby, it's okay." The endearment slipped out without thought as he cupped Juhoon's face, thumbs brushing away tears.
"Don't cry, please don't cry"
"I'm sorry" Juhoon sobbed, and Martin's chest ached at how small he sounded. "I'm sorry, I just"
"Shh, no, you have nothing to be sorry for." Martin's hands moved to Juhoon's waist, and he lifted him easily, setting him on the counter away from the broken glass.
"Let me see your foot, okay? Let me see."
Juhoon was still crying, his breath hitching. "You kept avoiding meI thought I did something wrongI thought you were mad"
"Jju." Martin knelt down, carefully taking Juhoon's foot in his large hands. The cut wasn't deep, thank God. "I'm an idiot, okay? A complete fucking idiot. I wasn't mad at you. It was me, all me." He looked up, meeting those tear-filled eyes.
"You didn't do anything wrong."
"Then why"
"Because I like you." The words tumbled out as Martin grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink. "And I'm the leader and I thought I don't know what I thought. That I shouldn't. That it was wrong." He cleaned the cut gently, his huge hands surprisingly tender. "But avoiding you? That was the stupidest thing I've ever done."
Juhoon sniffled, watching as Martin carefully applied a bandaid, a cute turtle one that made Juhoon's lips twitch despite his tears.
"There." Martin pressed a kiss to Juhoon's knee, just above the bandaid. "All better."
Their eyes met, and the air between them shifted.
"Let's get you cleaned up," Martin murmured, his voice dropping lower. "Can you walk?"
Juhoon tried, wincing as his foot touched the ground.
Martin didn't hesitate. He scooped Juhoon up again, one arm under his knees, the other supporting his back. Juhoon's arms wrapped around his neck automatically, his face pressing into Martin's shoulder.
"I've got you, Jju," Martin whispered against his hair.
The bathroom was spacious, all white tile and glass. Martin set Juhoon down carefully on the counter, their faces level now.
"Let me help you," Martin said softly, his fingers finding the waistband of Juhoon's swim trunks.
Juhoon nodded, lifting his hips. Martin pulled the wet fabric down slowly, his breath catching as Juhoon was revealed inch by inch. When the trunks hit the floor, Martin couldn't look away.
Juhoon was beautiful. His skin was flushed pinkhis cheeks, his nose, his lips. His nipples were a deeper rose, peaked from the cool air. His waist was so small Martin knew he could span it with his hands. And lower...
"Martin?" Juhoon's voice was soft, uncertain.
Martin cleared his throat, reaching past Juhoon to turn on the shower. "Come on."
He helped Juhoon into the large walk-in shower, the warm water cascading over them both. Martin still wore his swim trunks, suddenly feeling like he needed that barrier, that last thread of control.
But Juhoon was completely naked, water running down his body in rivulets, and Martin was only human.
His cock hardened, pressing obviously against his trunks.
Juhoon noticed. Of course he noticed. His eyes dropped, widened slightly, and then to Martin's shock he smiled. That sassy, confident smile that Martin loved.
"Let me help," Juhoon whispered, and before Martin could process it, Juhoon was sinking to his knees on the shower floor.
"Jjuwhat are you getting up" Martin's hands went to Juhoon's shoulders, but Juhoon shook his head.
"Please." Juhoon's hands found Martin's waistband. "Let me."
Martin's protest died in his throat as Juhoon pulled his trunks down. His cock sprang free, thick and long, and Juhoon made a soft sound of appreciation.
"Fuck, Martin..." Juhoon's small hands wrapped around him, barely able to circle his girth. "You're so big."
Martin groaned, his head falling back against the tile as Juhoon explored him. Those delicate fingers traced along his length, circled the head, making Martin's hips jerk involuntarily.
Then Juhoon leaned forward and licked the tip.
"Fuck" Martin's hand shot out to brace against the wall.
Juhoon did it again, his pink tongue swirling around the head, tasting the precum beading there. He was teasing, playing, his eyes flicking up to watch Martin's reactions. When he finally took Martin into his mouth, it was just the tip, his lips stretching obscenely around the width.
Martin's other hand found Juhoon's wet hair, threading through it. "Jju..."
Juhoon tried to take more, but his teeth scraped along Martin's shaft. Martin hissed in pain, and Juhoon pulled back immediately, eyes wide with apology.
"I'm sorryI didn't mean"
"Hey." Martin cupped his face gently, thumbs stroking his cheekbones. "It's okay. Try again, baby. Just... like this." He guided Juhoon back, his hand in his hair showing him the rhythm.
Juhoon opened wider, more careful this time, and took Martin deeper. The wet heat of his mouth made Martin's knees weak. He started moving Juhoon's head gently, pulling him forward and back, watching his cock disappear between those pretty pink lips.
Juhoon gagged when Martin hit the back of his throat, tears springing to his eyes, but he didn't pull away. He looked up at Martin through wet lashes, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, and Martin had never seen anything more beautiful.
"That's it, Jju," Martin groaned, his grip tightening in Juhoon's hair. "Just like that, baby. You're doing so good."
Juhoon whimpered around him, the vibration making Martin's hips stutter. He was close, so fucking close, watching Juhoon cry and gag and take him so perfectly
"Gonna cum," Martin warned, but Juhoon didn't pull away. If anything, he sucked harder, his hands gripping Martin's thighs.
Martin came with a groan, his cock pulsing as he filled Juhoon's mouth. Juhoon choked slightly but swallowed, some of it spilling from the corners of his lips.
When Martin finally pulled out, Juhoon sat back on his heels and stuck out his tongue, showing Martin the cum pooled there, mixed with saliva. His face was a mess, tears tracking down his cheeks, lips swollen and red, hair plastered to his forehead, body flushed pink all over. His small waist looked even tinier from this angle, and Martin wanted to ruin him all over again.
"Fuck, Jju"
"Martin? Are you here?"
They both froze. James's voice echoed from the bathroom entrance.
Martin's mind raced. He quickly turned the shower water back on full blast, the sound covering any noise they might make. Then he reached down and lifted Juhoon up by his butt, pressing him against the shower wall.
Juhoon's eyes were wide with fear, fresh tears forming. Martin pressed a finger to his lips, then kissed him soft and reassuring as they heard James enter the bathroom.
"Yeah, just showering!" Martin called out, his voice remarkably steady.
"Cool, mind if I join? I'm covered in sand."
Martin's jaw clenched. "Go ahead."
He heard James step into the second shower head on the opposite side of the large bathroom. Martin kept Juhoon pressed against the wall, his larger body shielding him from view. He kissed Juhoon's forehead, his temple, his neck leaving small marks that would bloom into hickeys later.
Juhoon trembled against him, scared but also clearly affected by the danger. Martin felt him hardening against his thigh.
"You okay?" James called over the water.
"Yeah, just tired," Martin replied, sucking gently at Juhoon's pulse point. Juhoon bit his lip to keep from making noise, his hands clutching Martin's shoulders.
James hummed, and thankfully he was a quick shower-er. Within minutes, Martin heard the water shut off, and heard James grab a towel.
"See you at dinner!" James called, and then he was gone.
Martin waited until he heard the bathroom door close before turning off the water. Juhoon let out a shaky breath, half-laugh, half-sob.
"Shh, you're okay," Martin murmured, wiping the residual cum from Juhoon's mouth with his thumb. "You did so good, Jju. So fucking good."
He grabbed a fluffy towel and wrapped it around Juhoon carefully, then lifted him out of the shower. He set him on the bathroom counter, Juhoon's legs dangling, and wrapped another towel around his own waist.
Then he kissed him properly deep and slow, tasting himself on Juhoon's tongue.
When he pulled back, Juhoon was smiling, that beautiful smile that made Martin's chest ache.
Martin kissed his forehead, his nose, his cheeks. He moved to his neck, sucking harder now, leaving marks that would be visible tomorrow. Juhoon giggled, the sound light and happy.
"How was my dick in your mouth?" Martin asked with a grin, unable to help himself.
Juhoon's face flushed deeper. "Shut up..."
But he was smiling, and Martin was smiling, and everything felt right.
Martin cupped his face one more time, thumbs stroking his cheekbones. "I'm not avoiding you anymore, Jju. Never again."
"Good," Juhoon whispered, leaning into his touch. "Because I'm not letting you."
Martin kissed him again, soft and sweet, and thought that maybe being the leader didn't mean he couldn't have this. Didn't mean he couldn't have *him*.
"Come on," Martin murmured against his lips. "Let's get you dressed before someone else comes looking."
But neither of them moved, content to stay in this moment just a little longer.