(for annafeu) ignorant bliss [1/2]
For: annafeu
Title: ignorant bliss
Pairing: Jongin/Baekhyun (with multiple side pairings)
Word Count: ~12,000 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:: age gap, infidelity, minor recreational drug use
Summary: he does it for the rush, but mostly for him. (babysitters!au)
Author's Note: First of all, to my recipient, thank you for such amazing prompts! This probably isn't what you were hoping for as I tried to make the focus more on Jongin and Baekhyun, which I'm sure I failed at, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless and I really apologize if it seems sloppy in some parts because I kind of rushed it toward the end. I literally wrote the last 4k of this on the last day and I feel so bad that I couldn't make it any better. This is the first fic I've ever written for an exchange and it's also unbeta'd so excuse any mistakes that I may have missed and pls be gentle on me hehe (and if you're not satisfied with this I will write you make up porn I swear) ~
Everyone lives a secret life.
They have their public life - the life they share with family and friends and people that trudge along the school halls.
And then they have their personal life; their private life - the life that takes place behind closed doors with the wrong people and dumb decisions fueled by alcohol or maybe even a pretty white pill.
It's like a switch, Jongin thinks. Something that drives someone to turn into a different self that they tuck away in their darkest corners.
But that's not why he does it.
No, his mom doesn't drink her sanity away. No, his father is not and never was abusive, just a little detached if anything. No, there are no creepy relatives that have forced their hands upon him and violated him by making him touch any private parts.
He does it for the rush. The rush he gets when fingers tighten in his hair. The rush he gets when someone compliments how good he is with his mouth. The rush he gets when his clothes are being discarded in a desperate rush of hands with lips covering his own.
The money is nice, and Jongin doesn't think that it's any more humiliating sucking dick then it is delivering pizzas or sweeping up sticky-floored theaters like most High School students do.
But mostly, he does it for him.
For the praising smiles given when Jongin sinks to his knees, and the way his head tips back to show off an expanse of pale throat covered with marks and bites. For the post-sex smiles and haze filled grins. For the feeling that settles after and leaves Jongin warm and buzzing and alive.
-
The first thing he notices is the way that the gray slacks hug the curve of what Jongin assumes are very, very plush thighs. His first instinct is to imagine what they would look like covered in hickies, as any normal eighteen year old boy would do, but his mom clears her throat in the midst of his fantasy, cutting off any further thought of how it would be to suckle on the patches of skin. Jongin flushes and hugs his Physics book closer to his chest.
“Have you been well?” Is the first question out of Byun Baekhyun's mouth, accompanied by a smile to die for, and Jongin ends up snorting and giggling like a complete dumbass.
His mother cocks her head, eyebrows pulled together. Jongin feels the humiliation licking up his cheeks.
“Jongin?”
“Huh?” He asks dumbly. Baekhyun laughs; Jongin pinks more.
“Are you okay, sweetie?”
He swallows and nods, and if he was a girl with long, perfectly curled strands of hair this would be where he would shyly tuck said non-existent hair behind his ear and bite his lip in an attempt to look cute. You know, to entice the older man right into his pants.
Except, the reality is that he's definitely a boy, that's definitely a dick between his legs, and Baekhyun is definitely married to a woman.
“Ready to go?”
Jongin nods again.
-
Baekhyun lives about an hour away, and the whole car ride is filled with awkward breathing and Jongin's lame puns in attempt to break the ice. All attempts end up in failure in which he hangs his head in shame at. He does, however, take note that Baekhyun drives mostly one handed, and that attached to that hand are some wonderfully long and pretty fingers that has him blushing at the mere sight of them.
Baekyhun breaks the silence by clearing his throat when they've pulled into his driveway. “This is my humble abode. Welcome.”
Jongin laughs and follows him when he steps out of the car, hoping that his cheeks are not reddened to the point of obvious recognition.
Jongin assumes they are when Baekhyun asks if he's running a fever not even a moment later. He frowns, and makes the excuse that his sweatshirt is making him a bit hot.
Baekhyun leaves it at that and opens the door, motioning for Jongin to step in first. A woman zooms by, clutching toys in each hand, mumbling something about how they didn't do a good job at teaching their kids how to properly clean up after themselves. Her hair is neatly curled and pulled up into a pony tail, side swept bangs pushed to the right side of her head. She's shorter than both Jongin and Baekhyun, leaving Jongin to guess she's around 5'5. Her eyes are big and innocent, thinly lined with liner that is lightly flicked at the end, and her skin is the color of snow, and her lips stained a natural red. Lips that Baekhyun plants a small kiss on a few moments later to which Jongin shifts his gaze elsewhere, so he doesn't feel like he's intruding too much.
“Jongin-ah, it's nice to meet you!” She - Ji-eun, as she introduces herself - chirps happily, extending a delicate hand out.
Jongin grins back, bright and friendly, and shakes her hand three times before he lets go and bows politely, “It's to meet you as well.”
“Sorry for the mess! Our children don't exactly know the term 'clean up your toys'. Of course, neither does their father,” she says dryly, hinting at a joke if anything that Jongin laughs at. Baekhyun scoffs.
“I always clean up after myself.”
“Right, which is why I should show him your side of our sink compared to mine?” Baekhyun laughs nervously then. Ji-eun quirks a perfectly plucked brow.
“That's what I thought. Jongin, would you like to meet the boys?”
Jongin nods eagerly. He follows Ji-eun up the stairs, commenting on her impeccable decorating skills because he figures that's what most women like to hear after allowing new people to come into their home. Right? He hopes he's doing this right seeing as he's not one with great socialization skills.
Either way, she beams with happiness when she smiles and Jongin gives himself a mental pat on the shoulder.
“This is our youngest, Jinhyun. And this is our oldest, Jaehyun.” She tells him when she opens the door to their boys' room. Both of them look up at him, one smiling and the other staring dully like he could care less about Jongin's existence.
Both of them are cute, though. Black hair, puppy like eyes, and round cheeks. Baekhyun's features are more than evident in both boys, but they have their mother's nose and lips. Yes, Jongin decides, Ji-eun and Baekhyun both have good genes that have allowed them to produce adorable kids who will most likely be total heart-throbs when they get older.
“Hello, I'm Kim Jongin. Nice to meet you both.” He says with a friendly nod of the head.
Jaehyun simply scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest, while Jinhyun smiles brightly and stands to bow, which Jongin finds to be the cutest thing considering his young age. Ji-eun shakes her head and Baekhyun sighs when Jaehyun refuses to show his respect. Jongin, of course, dismisses it and tells them it's really not a big deal because he can't imagine any growing boy being excited about having a babysitter shoved on them. Kids, especially boys, have an instinct to be mature as soon as they learn what maturity even is. It's cute in a way.
“You'll have to excuse him. He's just mad that I won't leave him in charge,” Ji-eun informs him with a breathy laugh that sounds a bit forced. Jongin grins anyway.
“I'm eight mom! I don't need a babysitter,” he states, rolling his eyes.
She bends down and places a kiss on his head, smoothing his hair over, “I know you don't, but Jinhyun does, okay? Don't worry, I'll leave you in charge when you're older.” She tells him softly before she turns to Baekhyun.
“Ready honey?”
Jaehyun doesn't seem too convinced, but his shoulders drop anyway and he sighs before he turns back to flipping through his comic book.
Ji-eun quickly goes over a few rules while they clamber down the stairs. Bedtimes are no later than 9:30, no sweets are allowed after 7 p.m. because Jinhyun gets wound up easily, make sure their homework gets finished and looked over if needed, and of course she tells Jongin to make himself at home and that there's plenty of snacks if the pizza they're supposed to order doesn't quite fill him up. Both her and Baekhyun thank him once more for coming to babysit before he's ushering them out of the door with a smile and probably too much enthusiasm.
This is how it begins; the downward spiral straight into a pit of guilt and hormones and heartbreak. And this is how it continues for the following months.
-
Jongin's stomach is grumbling noisily by the time Baekhyun is driving him home and so he crosses his arms over himself and sinks in the seat. He feels his face go red because stupid fucking stomach I fed you already can't you shut up, and Baekhyun laughs.
“Did they devour the pizza before you could get a piece or what?”
“No, they spared me a slice,” Jongin lightly jokes.
“Do you want to stop and eat?”
Jongin shakes his head frantically. The last thing he wants is to be a bother, especially since Baekhyun still has an hour drive back home. “No, I'm okay. I'll find something when I get home.”
Baekhyun clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “Actually, I could use some caffeine for the drive back.”
He smiles over at Jongin and Jongin smiles back, thankful that it's dim enough in the car that Baekhyun can't see the way he's blushing. He's definitely thankful that he can't pick up on the slight inclining speed of his heart.
Only slight.
He ends up taking Jongin to a small local diner that makes Jongin think of the 50's, just minus the waitresses in the puffy skirts and roller-skates. Which is very disappointing, Jongin thinks.
He sits at the counter, kicking his feet and tugging off pieces of lint that cling to his sweater while Baekhyun calls to tell Ji-eun he'll be home late. Jongin tries not to giggle, and he tries harder to stop himself from imagining that this is a date. Maybe in an alternate universe where Baekhyun doesn't have a wonderful wife and two amazing boys and Jongin doesn't have his honors classes and college to worry about.
“Ji-eun wanted me to thank you again, and tell you sorry that our kids are pigs,” Baekhyun laughs as he plops down on the stool next to Jongin.
Jongin waves his hand, “It's okay! They're good kids.”
The other scoffs as he raises his coffee to his lips, “That's only because you're new to have around. I'm gonna end up getting gray hair prematurely because of those two.”
Jongin laughs a little too loud and snorts embarrassingly, his hand immediately flying up to cover his mouth as his face goes red - a sure sign or pure mortification. His blush deepens considerably when Baekhyun's eyes turn into crescents as he laughs at him.
“You're too cute to be a Senior,” he tells him, shaking his head and reaching for another sugar packet.
Words - Jongin is having trouble finding words to respond with so he doesn't sound like some excited fangirl who's just gotten Oppa to spare her a glance.
He ends up snorting again instead. Baekhyun laughs more and Jongin finds himself pushing him by the shoulder, pouting and telling him, “Don't laugh at me!”
Baekhyun pushes him back and they fall into this type of Middle School flirting that makes Jongin forget for a moment that there are a married man's hand's pushing against his thighs before it clicks in his head that this is over-stepping an unspoken boundary and it is so, so wrong.
He's the first one to drop his hands and turn away, pink cheeked and thighs warm where Baekhyun had touched him, just in time for his order to be sat in front of him. Baekhyun turns away and returns to silently sipping on his coffee, clearing his throat as if to clear the awkward tension that settles in between the clinking of silverware against plates and burgers being flipped and the sudden tense breathing.
Jongin plucks at his fries and bounces his leg anxiously, forcing himself to muster up the courage to say something - anything - that will make this less awkward, though it's not like making situations less awkward are really his thing; he makes them wore usually.
He takes a deep breath, swallows, and then asks, “So, um, how'd you meet Ji-eun?”
The other sputters around his coffee and Jongin thinks for a moment that this is another boundary that he's over stepping, but he shrugs and smiles anyway. He gives himself a thumbs up for the effort, even though Baekhyun's confused, disapproving look is throwing him off.
He seems reluctant to answer, his lips pressed in a thin line and fingers tapping along the porcelain of the coffee mug before he sighs and agrees.
“Alright, um,” he begins, exhaling with a small puff of laughter. “I was a Senior in High School and my friend Chanyeol, the one we had dinner with tonight, took me behind the schoolyard in this little secret area where everyone went to party and get high. He figured it'd be cool to cheek it out-”
Jongin interrupts him with a snort, “Right, I'm sure.”
Baekhyun grins and continues, “-and so we get there and this spunky, dark haired spitfire bounces over to us, and she stops and gives me this long once over,” - he narrows his eyes, giving Jongin a look that has him momentarily hot under the collar - “and it turns out to be Ji-eun. So then she turns to Chanyeol and says 'alright Yeol, did you bring me anything else?',” he shakes his head and smiles fondly as he sips the last of his coffee.
“You had to be there I guess,” he sounds a little disappointed, maybe over the memories being just memories now, but Jongin ignores it.
“I wish I had been,” Jongin admits with a small pout.
That all seemed so much more exciting than Jongin's current High School life. Definitely out of Jongin's comfort zone of over-studying and taking notes, but definitely more exciting.
“So, what about you?” Baekhyun asks him curiously. “Got a girlfriend?”
Jongin chews slowly and looks down at his plate, hesitant to answer - not really knowing how to answer at all. This is a question that Jongin wants to avoid more than any thing else. He's sure his twisted expression is making Baekhyun wonder.
“Um, not exactly.”
“Why not? I figured you'd have girls dropping to their knees in front of you.”
More like me dropping to my knees, he thinks.
He tries not to choke on a mouthful of fries at the remark.
“Um,” he swallows, “I don't exactly play for that team, if you know what I mean...” He bounces his legs again.
“Hm? You- oh! Oh, um, so you don't like....” Baekhyun trails off.
“Girls, right.” Jongin finishes for him, twirling his fingers around one another.
A beat of awkward silence passes and Jongin manages to polish off the rest of his fries by the time Baekhyun is speaking again.
“I had a friend I used to mess around with when I was a Junior. That whole year I was swinging for both boys and girls, you know, experimenting I guess,” he shrugs.
Jongin doesn't know why a little spark of hope lurches in his stomach.
-
When they're back in the car, Baekhyun asks him if he wants to see something before he's dropped off. Jongin agrees too easily, a smile pulling at his lips, mostly because he likes being around Baekhyun and he'll use up whatever remainder of time with him he can get. He can't figure out why, except Baekhyun has an addictive aura; all bright smiles and constant chatter - and it is so different compared to what Jongin is used to. Jongin is used to talk about acrylic nails and hair products and what matte color lip works best for each season.
He is not used to pointless rambling about how difficult it is to sing a high G, or how to properly loosen up your vocal chords to prevent any strain when singing for long periods of time. It's a nice change in conversation, and Jongin finds himself listening with genuine curiosity, even if he has no idea what Baekhyun is talking about. Singing and shit.
“That, my dear Jongin, is why most people find it difficult to falsetto,” Baekhyun states, and Jongin just nods along.
It takes him a moment to realize that the car is no longer in motion and they are stopped at a train yard, he realizes as he tears his gaze away from Baekhyun's lips and glances around. There's a sign that clearly states No Trespassing, but Baekhyun is unbuckling his seat belt and telling Jongin to follow him anyway.
Baekhyun proves his spontaneity and carefree attitude in doing this, and Jongin follows behind him in a nervous stride, glancing behind him to make sure there's no one around to see them stepping over the small, chain fence. The last thing he needs is to be taken home by the police and then get questioned by his parents regarding why him and Baekhyun were playing around in a train yard at midnight anyway.
“Cool, isn't it?” Baekhyun taps the side of a train car with his hand before he climbs up into it, and then offers his hand down to Jongin. “I come here a lot to think.”
“Yeah?” Jongin plops down next to him, bringing his legs up to criss-cross them. “About what?”
He wouldn't usually go and ask someone he'd just met only hours prior a question like this, but he feels oddly comfortable around Baekhyun so he figures it wouldn't do any harm. It's just friendly conversation anyway, right?
Shrugging, Baekhyun looks out at the view of cars on the road, “Work stresses me out more often than not and this place is good for getting your head together.”
He leans back on his hands and lets his head fall back, eyes closed, and Jongin watches his face relax. There's an urge to lean over and claim his lips buzzing under Jongin's skin, but he reminds himself that Baekhyun is not his long-term crush; he's a husband and father and he's smart enough not to throw it away on some naive Senior.
Jongin's months of ignored sexual frustration are getting the better of him, that's all it is.
Baekhyun lets out a small puff of laughter and blinks, “Me and Ji-eun used to come here and smoke together, and stay until the ass of dawn because we didn't want to be apart.” He shakes his head dejectedly and adds, “It's funny how things change, huh?”
“How so?”
Baekhyun presses his lips together and narrows his eyes, “Nah, I shouldn't be rambling about personal problems. Tell me about you though.”
“What about me?”
A shrug, “Anything. I'm a very curious person, especially about odd people like yourself.”
He flashes a smile, lips forming a rectangular shape rather than a slight crescent, and his laugh is airy and comfortable and Jongin finds himself sighing in defeat.
“Well, in a short summary, I guess you could say I'm pretty smart, super quiet, and my one true love is dancing.”
“Is that all I'm gonna get out of you?”
“That's all you need to know,” Jongin pokes his tongue out.
He realizes that he's allowing himself to get maybe a little bit too comfortable with Baekhyun, but Baekhyun seems to be doing the same, cracking jokes and using teasing tones when he speaks. It would be misleading if Jongin didn't have a good head on his shoulders.
“Trying to keep that mysterious type shit going on? Interesting.” Baekhyun eyes him.
The playful tone is enough to get Jongin giggling. “I like to think I'm mysterious. It's a cool characteristic, I think.”
“I'm just going to assume you're an anime nerd.”
Jongin frowns, “That has nothing to do with it.”
“And I bet the cool, tsundere characters are your favorites, right?”
“....Yes,” he murmurs, looking away.
“I'm talented in analyzing, as you can see,” he sounds satisfied with himself and it's a natural, friendly, and playful reaction that Jongin reaches over and shoves him.
It's hard for Jongin to remind himself that Baekhyun is not a teenager and that there is a 14 year age gap between them. Baekhyun doesn't even look like he's past 20 years old yet.
Baekhyun looks at him, wide-eyed and giggling, before he pushes him back and then they're doing that weird, Middle School flirting thing again.
A few playful shoves and a few wise jokes and playful name calling all somehow lead to Jongin being shoved, caught off guard by his uncontrollable giggling, and he reaches out to latch onto Baekhyun's shirt to keep himself from falling over; he ends up taking Baekhyun down right along with him.
It takes him only a mere second for his mind to register that he's laying on his back and panting and Baekhyun is laying on top of him - also panting - and his heart bottoms out and ends up in his gut, insides twisting together, his face feeling fiery hot under Baekhyun's stupefied gaze. He swallows, contemplating if he should move or if he should wait until Baekhyun moves because Baekhyun's thigh is slotted snugly between his legs and any sudden movement that could cause friction would more likely than not end up in an unwanted boner. The last thing Jongin needs is another awkward moment happening in his life.
“Fuck, sorry, I didn't mean to-”
“No, um, it's - it's okay, just...” Unmistakably, his gaze slides down to where Jongin's lips are slightly parted, and Jongin feels his heart shoot up into his throat.
“Uhm,” Baekhyun hums, swallowing. His face is flushed and he glances from Jongin's eyes to his lips, constantly moving from one to the other, and Jongin doesn't know what to do because his heart is thudding away and the gap between them is slowly getting smaller.
He holds his breath and thinks for a moment that Baekhyun is finally deciding to pull away, but instead he looks Jongin in the eyes one more time, runs his tongue over his bottom lip, and then leans closer. Jongin is just a second away from having a heart-attack, he thinks, but then Baekhyun's lips are pressing softly against his, slotting perfectly so he can suck Jongin's lower lip into his mouth and run his tongue over it experimentally.
Jongin makes a noise, something like a sigh and a groan mixed, and kisses him back, any thoughts of how wrong this is all pushed away, along with his dignity, by Baekhyun's tongue pushing along the seam of his lips, tracing as he brings a hand up to cup the back of Jongin's head, holding him in place.
Something tight settles in his chest and his heart is still thumping rapidly, head swimming with how soft Baekhyun's lips are, his thigh pressing harder into Jongin's crotch as he shifts his weight up more so he can lick into Jongin's mouth.
He knows this is wrong and that he should stop it. Baekhyun is a husband and a father, and he shouldn't be putting all of that at risk by messing around with Jongin. Jongin is a Senior and has college entrance exams and such to think about; the last thing he needs is a (incredibly delicious) distraction.
But, even knowing all of that, it still doesn't stop him when he grinds up and moans into Baekhyun's mouth, cock hardening at the friction of the other's thigh pressing firmly against him.
It doesn't stop him from sucking Baekhyun's lips until they're flushed red and swollen, fingers curling together at the base of his neck.
It doesn't stop him from pushing Baekhyun back onto his back and crawling between his legs and unzipping his pants and tugging them down so his cock springs free.
And it doesn't stop him when he swallows him down, tongue flicking at the slit of his cock, the salty taste of precome coating his taste buds, and Baekhyun's fingers tugging at his hair as he bucks up.
When he comes, Jongin swallows.
The car ride home is silent.
When he gets to his room, face still flushed, still unsure of what to think, but smiling nonetheless, he grabs a red marker and writes T R O U B L E across a single won and then quickly tucks it away under his mattress.
Trouble is not even the accurate word to describe what he and Baekhyun will inevitably end up causing.
More like disastrous; catastrophic.
-
School is Jongin's thing.
He's good at it. Getting A's and studying is as easy and normal to him as partying and being more concerned about getting laid is for more than half of the students - not that he's bragging, of course.
But, the next day during Chemistry, when he's poking and prodding away at the pig he's dissecting, he's a little distraught; distracted and distant. He's not really thinking, just rather blank because he doesn't how to feel or even what to think, but Baekhyun is very much on his mind and it's not long before Hyoyeon, notorious best friend, stares at him with her brows furrowed for a moment.
“What's wrong?” She asks finally.
“Nothing.”
“Is too - you look....off.”
Jongin sighs, “I just had a late night is all. I didn't have much time to study for exams.”
Which is partly true. He hadn't gotten home until close to 12:30 a.m., and he had studied a bit for his upcoming exams before he finally fell asleep, text books open and scattered next to him and all.
“Brats keep you from studying?”
“...Yeah.”
“Did you get paid?”
“Oh, yeah,” he nods.
“How much?”
“Twenty-two thousand won.”
There's a small pause, in both movment and in talking, before Hyoyeon laughs and asks, “God Jongin, what'd you do? Suck their dad's cock?”
Jongin swallows, looks at her, and then looks off elsewhere; Hyoyeon's mouth falls open, her brow quirked up. Jongin has never been talented in masking things.
“Excuse me, I ran to the bathroom to call you and tell you the second after I lost my virginity!” Hyoyeon is hot on his heels when class ends, hands waving in dramatic motions, and Jongin rolls his eyes and speeds up. “Shit, I called you when a boy kissed me on the cheek! And this is far from just a simple kiss on the cheek, Jongin.”
God, he misses his locker right now. He can't wait to shove his head inside of it and slam the door against his skull until he knocks himself out.
“I can't believe you didn't tell me something this huge happened!”
“Nothing happened, okay?” He spins around to face her, glancing around to make sure there's no eavesdroppers to hear. “And nothing else will happen. He's got a wife and kids, and a job. Besides, I have college to worry about.”
“With the money you're getting paid, you won't have to worry about paying for college at least,” she remarks and Jongin guffaws.
“Wh- don't even talk like that! That's just ri-”
“True?”
Jongin doesn't respond.
“Geez, c'mon Jongin, think about it; you keep sucking away with those pretty lips of yours and you'll have way less to worry about - money wise, anyway.”
He rolls his eyes and tells her she's ridiculous.
-
The next night, he's back at the train yard in the back of Baekhyun's SUV.
Baekhyun has him on his back, Jongin's thighs bracketing his waist, and Jongin tips his head up to kiss up Baekhyun's jaw until he reaches his parted lips, groans mangling as they slot their mouths together. There's no restraint this time; nothing telling Jongin that this is wrong, that Baekhyun shouldn't have his dick buried in his ass, or that he's full of sin and his skin is dirty, and caked with lust and guilt. And even if there was, he wouldn't care. Baekhyun is fucking into him at the perfect angle and he can barely utter a coherent word. Nothing else matters.
“Please, don't stop,” Jongin hears himself whine.
Baekhyun drops a kiss onto his chin, hips slowing to an agonizing pace that has Jongin wiggling and whimpering for him to 'please, I need you to go faster'. Baekhyun grins and smooths his hair back, “I wanted to ask you something.”
Jongin goes silent.
“Did I upset you the other night? You didn't say anything after I paid you and - shit, what a way to put it Baekhyun,” he sighs and Jongin kisses his cheek. “I'm sorry, it wasn't supposed to sound like that, but I mean I just thought this could be a thing, you know? But you didn't say anything at all so I assumed I'd upset you."
“I'm usually pretty silent,” he says. “I didn't get upset or anything - it's just how this is going to work, and I'm okay with it.” He swallows. He's unable to tell if the drop in his stomach is because of this conversation or what.
Baekhyun stays quiet and his movements still completely, staring down at him with an unreadable, yet soft expression, before he slides his hand down the side of Jongin's face and kisses him, and Jongin isn't sure if the kiss it out of guilt or pity or wound up hormones, but either way he kisses back and pushes his tongue into Baekhyun's mouth, squirming again because Baekhyun still isn't fucking moving.
“Please, Baekhyun, please,” Jongin says, and starts pressing kisses down the front of Baekhyun's throat. He can feel his cock twitching with a need for release against his stomach.
He obliges - finally - with a grin, withdrawing and then pushing back in with enough force to make Jongin's breath catch in his throat.
Baekhyun's movements are languid and strong, but there's an underlying softness in the way he fucks, even when he snaps his hips sharply and even when there's a lewd sound of skin against skin, and Jongin can't find it within himself to focus on all of these different things because, God, Baekhyun is hitting right there and Jongin is teetering along the edge.
“You feel so good,” Baekhyun rasps out.
“Yeah?”
“Shit - yeah,” Jongin wraps his legs around Baekhyun's waist tighter to draw him closer.
Baekhyun's lithe fingers wrap around the base of Jongin's dick when he pulls back to change the position, the change of angle allowing him to go deeper, and Jongin's whole body trembles from the sensation that begins in his lower stomach and shoots up, causing cold chills to prick along the back of his neck.
“Oh fuck,” he curses. Baekhyun pumps him and fucks him, hips snapping forward and his thumb swiping over the leaking head of Jongin's dick. A whimper tears through his throat and his skin feels like it's burning on the parts where Baekhyun's been groping; thighs, waist, and ass. Jongin doesn't ever recall being fucked so good in his life, not that he had much experience to judge from, but still - it's fucking great.
Baekhyun jerks him hard and quick and then, right as Jongin is calling out that he's going to come, he pulls his hand away, throws Jongin's legs on his shoulders, and leans forward. If Jongin couldn't breathe before, he sure as fuck can't now, not with the sudden change in speed and the fact that Baekhyun is hitting his prostate head on.
“S-shit, right there.”
Baekhyun is slicked in sweat and his skin illuminates from what little bit of moonlight peeks in, collecting at the base of his throat and down his chest, and Jongin leans up the little bit of distance to lick at his neck. Baekhyun's pulse is racing there, and it's probably weird that Jongin is turned on by the fact that he can feel it under his tongue.
“Close,” Baekhyun pants into Jongin's hair.
Jongin moans in response, reaching down to pump his cock in tune with Baekhyun's movements, twisting his wrist around himself once, twice, before he comes, dick throbbing in his hand, thighs trembling, and his ass twitching around Baekhyun.
“Fuck Jongin,” he pants out, pulling out just in time to paint the back of Jongin's thighs, a little landing on his perfectly round cheeks, and then he slumps forward and relaxes against Jongin's body.
It's unbearably hot with all the body heat and Jongin has to push his hair away from his forehead because it's damp and clinging to him. Baekhyun's body feels like a fever on top of him that wants to burn him up from the inside out.
“You made a mess,” he says quietly, kissing Baekhyun's forehead.
Baekhyun laughs.
part two
Title: ignorant bliss
Pairing: Jongin/Baekhyun (with multiple side pairings)
Word Count: ~12,000 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:: age gap, infidelity, minor recreational drug use
Summary: he does it for the rush, but mostly for him. (babysitters!au)
Author's Note: First of all, to my recipient, thank you for such amazing prompts! This probably isn't what you were hoping for as I tried to make the focus more on Jongin and Baekhyun, which I'm sure I failed at, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless and I really apologize if it seems sloppy in some parts because I kind of rushed it toward the end. I literally wrote the last 4k of this on the last day and I feel so bad that I couldn't make it any better. This is the first fic I've ever written for an exchange and it's also unbeta'd so excuse any mistakes that I may have missed and pls be gentle on me hehe (and if you're not satisfied with this I will write you make up porn I swear) ~
Everyone lives a secret life.
They have their public life - the life they share with family and friends and people that trudge along the school halls.
And then they have their personal life; their private life - the life that takes place behind closed doors with the wrong people and dumb decisions fueled by alcohol or maybe even a pretty white pill.
It's like a switch, Jongin thinks. Something that drives someone to turn into a different self that they tuck away in their darkest corners.
But that's not why he does it.
No, his mom doesn't drink her sanity away. No, his father is not and never was abusive, just a little detached if anything. No, there are no creepy relatives that have forced their hands upon him and violated him by making him touch any private parts.
He does it for the rush. The rush he gets when fingers tighten in his hair. The rush he gets when someone compliments how good he is with his mouth. The rush he gets when his clothes are being discarded in a desperate rush of hands with lips covering his own.
The money is nice, and Jongin doesn't think that it's any more humiliating sucking dick then it is delivering pizzas or sweeping up sticky-floored theaters like most High School students do.
But mostly, he does it for him.
For the praising smiles given when Jongin sinks to his knees, and the way his head tips back to show off an expanse of pale throat covered with marks and bites. For the post-sex smiles and haze filled grins. For the feeling that settles after and leaves Jongin warm and buzzing and alive.
-
The first thing he notices is the way that the gray slacks hug the curve of what Jongin assumes are very, very plush thighs. His first instinct is to imagine what they would look like covered in hickies, as any normal eighteen year old boy would do, but his mom clears her throat in the midst of his fantasy, cutting off any further thought of how it would be to suckle on the patches of skin. Jongin flushes and hugs his Physics book closer to his chest.
“Have you been well?” Is the first question out of Byun Baekhyun's mouth, accompanied by a smile to die for, and Jongin ends up snorting and giggling like a complete dumbass.
His mother cocks her head, eyebrows pulled together. Jongin feels the humiliation licking up his cheeks.
“Jongin?”
“Huh?” He asks dumbly. Baekhyun laughs; Jongin pinks more.
“Are you okay, sweetie?”
He swallows and nods, and if he was a girl with long, perfectly curled strands of hair this would be where he would shyly tuck said non-existent hair behind his ear and bite his lip in an attempt to look cute. You know, to entice the older man right into his pants.
Except, the reality is that he's definitely a boy, that's definitely a dick between his legs, and Baekhyun is definitely married to a woman.
“Ready to go?”
Jongin nods again.
-
Baekhyun lives about an hour away, and the whole car ride is filled with awkward breathing and Jongin's lame puns in attempt to break the ice. All attempts end up in failure in which he hangs his head in shame at. He does, however, take note that Baekhyun drives mostly one handed, and that attached to that hand are some wonderfully long and pretty fingers that has him blushing at the mere sight of them.
Baekyhun breaks the silence by clearing his throat when they've pulled into his driveway. “This is my humble abode. Welcome.”
Jongin laughs and follows him when he steps out of the car, hoping that his cheeks are not reddened to the point of obvious recognition.
Jongin assumes they are when Baekhyun asks if he's running a fever not even a moment later. He frowns, and makes the excuse that his sweatshirt is making him a bit hot.
Baekhyun leaves it at that and opens the door, motioning for Jongin to step in first. A woman zooms by, clutching toys in each hand, mumbling something about how they didn't do a good job at teaching their kids how to properly clean up after themselves. Her hair is neatly curled and pulled up into a pony tail, side swept bangs pushed to the right side of her head. She's shorter than both Jongin and Baekhyun, leaving Jongin to guess she's around 5'5. Her eyes are big and innocent, thinly lined with liner that is lightly flicked at the end, and her skin is the color of snow, and her lips stained a natural red. Lips that Baekhyun plants a small kiss on a few moments later to which Jongin shifts his gaze elsewhere, so he doesn't feel like he's intruding too much.
“Jongin-ah, it's nice to meet you!” She - Ji-eun, as she introduces herself - chirps happily, extending a delicate hand out.
Jongin grins back, bright and friendly, and shakes her hand three times before he lets go and bows politely, “It's to meet you as well.”
“Sorry for the mess! Our children don't exactly know the term 'clean up your toys'. Of course, neither does their father,” she says dryly, hinting at a joke if anything that Jongin laughs at. Baekhyun scoffs.
“I always clean up after myself.”
“Right, which is why I should show him your side of our sink compared to mine?” Baekhyun laughs nervously then. Ji-eun quirks a perfectly plucked brow.
“That's what I thought. Jongin, would you like to meet the boys?”
Jongin nods eagerly. He follows Ji-eun up the stairs, commenting on her impeccable decorating skills because he figures that's what most women like to hear after allowing new people to come into their home. Right? He hopes he's doing this right seeing as he's not one with great socialization skills.
Either way, she beams with happiness when she smiles and Jongin gives himself a mental pat on the shoulder.
“This is our youngest, Jinhyun. And this is our oldest, Jaehyun.” She tells him when she opens the door to their boys' room. Both of them look up at him, one smiling and the other staring dully like he could care less about Jongin's existence.
Both of them are cute, though. Black hair, puppy like eyes, and round cheeks. Baekhyun's features are more than evident in both boys, but they have their mother's nose and lips. Yes, Jongin decides, Ji-eun and Baekhyun both have good genes that have allowed them to produce adorable kids who will most likely be total heart-throbs when they get older.
“Hello, I'm Kim Jongin. Nice to meet you both.” He says with a friendly nod of the head.
Jaehyun simply scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest, while Jinhyun smiles brightly and stands to bow, which Jongin finds to be the cutest thing considering his young age. Ji-eun shakes her head and Baekhyun sighs when Jaehyun refuses to show his respect. Jongin, of course, dismisses it and tells them it's really not a big deal because he can't imagine any growing boy being excited about having a babysitter shoved on them. Kids, especially boys, have an instinct to be mature as soon as they learn what maturity even is. It's cute in a way.
“You'll have to excuse him. He's just mad that I won't leave him in charge,” Ji-eun informs him with a breathy laugh that sounds a bit forced. Jongin grins anyway.
“I'm eight mom! I don't need a babysitter,” he states, rolling his eyes.
She bends down and places a kiss on his head, smoothing his hair over, “I know you don't, but Jinhyun does, okay? Don't worry, I'll leave you in charge when you're older.” She tells him softly before she turns to Baekhyun.
“Ready honey?”
Jaehyun doesn't seem too convinced, but his shoulders drop anyway and he sighs before he turns back to flipping through his comic book.
Ji-eun quickly goes over a few rules while they clamber down the stairs. Bedtimes are no later than 9:30, no sweets are allowed after 7 p.m. because Jinhyun gets wound up easily, make sure their homework gets finished and looked over if needed, and of course she tells Jongin to make himself at home and that there's plenty of snacks if the pizza they're supposed to order doesn't quite fill him up. Both her and Baekhyun thank him once more for coming to babysit before he's ushering them out of the door with a smile and probably too much enthusiasm.
This is how it begins; the downward spiral straight into a pit of guilt and hormones and heartbreak. And this is how it continues for the following months.
-
Jongin's stomach is grumbling noisily by the time Baekhyun is driving him home and so he crosses his arms over himself and sinks in the seat. He feels his face go red because stupid fucking stomach I fed you already can't you shut up, and Baekhyun laughs.
“Did they devour the pizza before you could get a piece or what?”
“No, they spared me a slice,” Jongin lightly jokes.
“Do you want to stop and eat?”
Jongin shakes his head frantically. The last thing he wants is to be a bother, especially since Baekhyun still has an hour drive back home. “No, I'm okay. I'll find something when I get home.”
Baekhyun clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “Actually, I could use some caffeine for the drive back.”
He smiles over at Jongin and Jongin smiles back, thankful that it's dim enough in the car that Baekhyun can't see the way he's blushing. He's definitely thankful that he can't pick up on the slight inclining speed of his heart.
Only slight.
He ends up taking Jongin to a small local diner that makes Jongin think of the 50's, just minus the waitresses in the puffy skirts and roller-skates. Which is very disappointing, Jongin thinks.
He sits at the counter, kicking his feet and tugging off pieces of lint that cling to his sweater while Baekhyun calls to tell Ji-eun he'll be home late. Jongin tries not to giggle, and he tries harder to stop himself from imagining that this is a date. Maybe in an alternate universe where Baekhyun doesn't have a wonderful wife and two amazing boys and Jongin doesn't have his honors classes and college to worry about.
“Ji-eun wanted me to thank you again, and tell you sorry that our kids are pigs,” Baekhyun laughs as he plops down on the stool next to Jongin.
Jongin waves his hand, “It's okay! They're good kids.”
The other scoffs as he raises his coffee to his lips, “That's only because you're new to have around. I'm gonna end up getting gray hair prematurely because of those two.”
Jongin laughs a little too loud and snorts embarrassingly, his hand immediately flying up to cover his mouth as his face goes red - a sure sign or pure mortification. His blush deepens considerably when Baekhyun's eyes turn into crescents as he laughs at him.
“You're too cute to be a Senior,” he tells him, shaking his head and reaching for another sugar packet.
Words - Jongin is having trouble finding words to respond with so he doesn't sound like some excited fangirl who's just gotten Oppa to spare her a glance.
He ends up snorting again instead. Baekhyun laughs more and Jongin finds himself pushing him by the shoulder, pouting and telling him, “Don't laugh at me!”
Baekhyun pushes him back and they fall into this type of Middle School flirting that makes Jongin forget for a moment that there are a married man's hand's pushing against his thighs before it clicks in his head that this is over-stepping an unspoken boundary and it is so, so wrong.
He's the first one to drop his hands and turn away, pink cheeked and thighs warm where Baekhyun had touched him, just in time for his order to be sat in front of him. Baekhyun turns away and returns to silently sipping on his coffee, clearing his throat as if to clear the awkward tension that settles in between the clinking of silverware against plates and burgers being flipped and the sudden tense breathing.
Jongin plucks at his fries and bounces his leg anxiously, forcing himself to muster up the courage to say something - anything - that will make this less awkward, though it's not like making situations less awkward are really his thing; he makes them wore usually.
He takes a deep breath, swallows, and then asks, “So, um, how'd you meet Ji-eun?”
The other sputters around his coffee and Jongin thinks for a moment that this is another boundary that he's over stepping, but he shrugs and smiles anyway. He gives himself a thumbs up for the effort, even though Baekhyun's confused, disapproving look is throwing him off.
He seems reluctant to answer, his lips pressed in a thin line and fingers tapping along the porcelain of the coffee mug before he sighs and agrees.
“Alright, um,” he begins, exhaling with a small puff of laughter. “I was a Senior in High School and my friend Chanyeol, the one we had dinner with tonight, took me behind the schoolyard in this little secret area where everyone went to party and get high. He figured it'd be cool to cheek it out-”
Jongin interrupts him with a snort, “Right, I'm sure.”
Baekhyun grins and continues, “-and so we get there and this spunky, dark haired spitfire bounces over to us, and she stops and gives me this long once over,” - he narrows his eyes, giving Jongin a look that has him momentarily hot under the collar - “and it turns out to be Ji-eun. So then she turns to Chanyeol and says 'alright Yeol, did you bring me anything else?',” he shakes his head and smiles fondly as he sips the last of his coffee.
“You had to be there I guess,” he sounds a little disappointed, maybe over the memories being just memories now, but Jongin ignores it.
“I wish I had been,” Jongin admits with a small pout.
That all seemed so much more exciting than Jongin's current High School life. Definitely out of Jongin's comfort zone of over-studying and taking notes, but definitely more exciting.
“So, what about you?” Baekhyun asks him curiously. “Got a girlfriend?”
Jongin chews slowly and looks down at his plate, hesitant to answer - not really knowing how to answer at all. This is a question that Jongin wants to avoid more than any thing else. He's sure his twisted expression is making Baekhyun wonder.
“Um, not exactly.”
“Why not? I figured you'd have girls dropping to their knees in front of you.”
More like me dropping to my knees, he thinks.
He tries not to choke on a mouthful of fries at the remark.
“Um,” he swallows, “I don't exactly play for that team, if you know what I mean...” He bounces his legs again.
“Hm? You- oh! Oh, um, so you don't like....” Baekhyun trails off.
“Girls, right.” Jongin finishes for him, twirling his fingers around one another.
A beat of awkward silence passes and Jongin manages to polish off the rest of his fries by the time Baekhyun is speaking again.
“I had a friend I used to mess around with when I was a Junior. That whole year I was swinging for both boys and girls, you know, experimenting I guess,” he shrugs.
Jongin doesn't know why a little spark of hope lurches in his stomach.
-
When they're back in the car, Baekhyun asks him if he wants to see something before he's dropped off. Jongin agrees too easily, a smile pulling at his lips, mostly because he likes being around Baekhyun and he'll use up whatever remainder of time with him he can get. He can't figure out why, except Baekhyun has an addictive aura; all bright smiles and constant chatter - and it is so different compared to what Jongin is used to. Jongin is used to talk about acrylic nails and hair products and what matte color lip works best for each season.
He is not used to pointless rambling about how difficult it is to sing a high G, or how to properly loosen up your vocal chords to prevent any strain when singing for long periods of time. It's a nice change in conversation, and Jongin finds himself listening with genuine curiosity, even if he has no idea what Baekhyun is talking about. Singing and shit.
“That, my dear Jongin, is why most people find it difficult to falsetto,” Baekhyun states, and Jongin just nods along.
It takes him a moment to realize that the car is no longer in motion and they are stopped at a train yard, he realizes as he tears his gaze away from Baekhyun's lips and glances around. There's a sign that clearly states No Trespassing, but Baekhyun is unbuckling his seat belt and telling Jongin to follow him anyway.
Baekhyun proves his spontaneity and carefree attitude in doing this, and Jongin follows behind him in a nervous stride, glancing behind him to make sure there's no one around to see them stepping over the small, chain fence. The last thing he needs is to be taken home by the police and then get questioned by his parents regarding why him and Baekhyun were playing around in a train yard at midnight anyway.
“Cool, isn't it?” Baekhyun taps the side of a train car with his hand before he climbs up into it, and then offers his hand down to Jongin. “I come here a lot to think.”
“Yeah?” Jongin plops down next to him, bringing his legs up to criss-cross them. “About what?”
He wouldn't usually go and ask someone he'd just met only hours prior a question like this, but he feels oddly comfortable around Baekhyun so he figures it wouldn't do any harm. It's just friendly conversation anyway, right?
Shrugging, Baekhyun looks out at the view of cars on the road, “Work stresses me out more often than not and this place is good for getting your head together.”
He leans back on his hands and lets his head fall back, eyes closed, and Jongin watches his face relax. There's an urge to lean over and claim his lips buzzing under Jongin's skin, but he reminds himself that Baekhyun is not his long-term crush; he's a husband and father and he's smart enough not to throw it away on some naive Senior.
Jongin's months of ignored sexual frustration are getting the better of him, that's all it is.
Baekhyun lets out a small puff of laughter and blinks, “Me and Ji-eun used to come here and smoke together, and stay until the ass of dawn because we didn't want to be apart.” He shakes his head dejectedly and adds, “It's funny how things change, huh?”
“How so?”
Baekhyun presses his lips together and narrows his eyes, “Nah, I shouldn't be rambling about personal problems. Tell me about you though.”
“What about me?”
A shrug, “Anything. I'm a very curious person, especially about odd people like yourself.”
He flashes a smile, lips forming a rectangular shape rather than a slight crescent, and his laugh is airy and comfortable and Jongin finds himself sighing in defeat.
“Well, in a short summary, I guess you could say I'm pretty smart, super quiet, and my one true love is dancing.”
“Is that all I'm gonna get out of you?”
“That's all you need to know,” Jongin pokes his tongue out.
He realizes that he's allowing himself to get maybe a little bit too comfortable with Baekhyun, but Baekhyun seems to be doing the same, cracking jokes and using teasing tones when he speaks. It would be misleading if Jongin didn't have a good head on his shoulders.
“Trying to keep that mysterious type shit going on? Interesting.” Baekhyun eyes him.
The playful tone is enough to get Jongin giggling. “I like to think I'm mysterious. It's a cool characteristic, I think.”
“I'm just going to assume you're an anime nerd.”
Jongin frowns, “That has nothing to do with it.”
“And I bet the cool, tsundere characters are your favorites, right?”
“....Yes,” he murmurs, looking away.
“I'm talented in analyzing, as you can see,” he sounds satisfied with himself and it's a natural, friendly, and playful reaction that Jongin reaches over and shoves him.
It's hard for Jongin to remind himself that Baekhyun is not a teenager and that there is a 14 year age gap between them. Baekhyun doesn't even look like he's past 20 years old yet.
Baekhyun looks at him, wide-eyed and giggling, before he pushes him back and then they're doing that weird, Middle School flirting thing again.
A few playful shoves and a few wise jokes and playful name calling all somehow lead to Jongin being shoved, caught off guard by his uncontrollable giggling, and he reaches out to latch onto Baekhyun's shirt to keep himself from falling over; he ends up taking Baekhyun down right along with him.
It takes him only a mere second for his mind to register that he's laying on his back and panting and Baekhyun is laying on top of him - also panting - and his heart bottoms out and ends up in his gut, insides twisting together, his face feeling fiery hot under Baekhyun's stupefied gaze. He swallows, contemplating if he should move or if he should wait until Baekhyun moves because Baekhyun's thigh is slotted snugly between his legs and any sudden movement that could cause friction would more likely than not end up in an unwanted boner. The last thing Jongin needs is another awkward moment happening in his life.
“Fuck, sorry, I didn't mean to-”
“No, um, it's - it's okay, just...” Unmistakably, his gaze slides down to where Jongin's lips are slightly parted, and Jongin feels his heart shoot up into his throat.
“Uhm,” Baekhyun hums, swallowing. His face is flushed and he glances from Jongin's eyes to his lips, constantly moving from one to the other, and Jongin doesn't know what to do because his heart is thudding away and the gap between them is slowly getting smaller.
He holds his breath and thinks for a moment that Baekhyun is finally deciding to pull away, but instead he looks Jongin in the eyes one more time, runs his tongue over his bottom lip, and then leans closer. Jongin is just a second away from having a heart-attack, he thinks, but then Baekhyun's lips are pressing softly against his, slotting perfectly so he can suck Jongin's lower lip into his mouth and run his tongue over it experimentally.
Jongin makes a noise, something like a sigh and a groan mixed, and kisses him back, any thoughts of how wrong this is all pushed away, along with his dignity, by Baekhyun's tongue pushing along the seam of his lips, tracing as he brings a hand up to cup the back of Jongin's head, holding him in place.
Something tight settles in his chest and his heart is still thumping rapidly, head swimming with how soft Baekhyun's lips are, his thigh pressing harder into Jongin's crotch as he shifts his weight up more so he can lick into Jongin's mouth.
He knows this is wrong and that he should stop it. Baekhyun is a husband and a father, and he shouldn't be putting all of that at risk by messing around with Jongin. Jongin is a Senior and has college entrance exams and such to think about; the last thing he needs is a (incredibly delicious) distraction.
But, even knowing all of that, it still doesn't stop him when he grinds up and moans into Baekhyun's mouth, cock hardening at the friction of the other's thigh pressing firmly against him.
It doesn't stop him from sucking Baekhyun's lips until they're flushed red and swollen, fingers curling together at the base of his neck.
It doesn't stop him from pushing Baekhyun back onto his back and crawling between his legs and unzipping his pants and tugging them down so his cock springs free.
And it doesn't stop him when he swallows him down, tongue flicking at the slit of his cock, the salty taste of precome coating his taste buds, and Baekhyun's fingers tugging at his hair as he bucks up.
When he comes, Jongin swallows.
The car ride home is silent.
When he gets to his room, face still flushed, still unsure of what to think, but smiling nonetheless, he grabs a red marker and writes T R O U B L E across a single won and then quickly tucks it away under his mattress.
Trouble is not even the accurate word to describe what he and Baekhyun will inevitably end up causing.
More like disastrous; catastrophic.
-
School is Jongin's thing.
He's good at it. Getting A's and studying is as easy and normal to him as partying and being more concerned about getting laid is for more than half of the students - not that he's bragging, of course.
But, the next day during Chemistry, when he's poking and prodding away at the pig he's dissecting, he's a little distraught; distracted and distant. He's not really thinking, just rather blank because he doesn't how to feel or even what to think, but Baekhyun is very much on his mind and it's not long before Hyoyeon, notorious best friend, stares at him with her brows furrowed for a moment.
“What's wrong?” She asks finally.
“Nothing.”
“Is too - you look....off.”
Jongin sighs, “I just had a late night is all. I didn't have much time to study for exams.”
Which is partly true. He hadn't gotten home until close to 12:30 a.m., and he had studied a bit for his upcoming exams before he finally fell asleep, text books open and scattered next to him and all.
“Brats keep you from studying?”
“...Yeah.”
“Did you get paid?”
“Oh, yeah,” he nods.
“How much?”
“Twenty-two thousand won.”
There's a small pause, in both movment and in talking, before Hyoyeon laughs and asks, “God Jongin, what'd you do? Suck their dad's cock?”
Jongin swallows, looks at her, and then looks off elsewhere; Hyoyeon's mouth falls open, her brow quirked up. Jongin has never been talented in masking things.
“Excuse me, I ran to the bathroom to call you and tell you the second after I lost my virginity!” Hyoyeon is hot on his heels when class ends, hands waving in dramatic motions, and Jongin rolls his eyes and speeds up. “Shit, I called you when a boy kissed me on the cheek! And this is far from just a simple kiss on the cheek, Jongin.”
God, he misses his locker right now. He can't wait to shove his head inside of it and slam the door against his skull until he knocks himself out.
“I can't believe you didn't tell me something this huge happened!”
“Nothing happened, okay?” He spins around to face her, glancing around to make sure there's no eavesdroppers to hear. “And nothing else will happen. He's got a wife and kids, and a job. Besides, I have college to worry about.”
“With the money you're getting paid, you won't have to worry about paying for college at least,” she remarks and Jongin guffaws.
“Wh- don't even talk like that! That's just ri-”
“True?”
Jongin doesn't respond.
“Geez, c'mon Jongin, think about it; you keep sucking away with those pretty lips of yours and you'll have way less to worry about - money wise, anyway.”
He rolls his eyes and tells her she's ridiculous.
-
The next night, he's back at the train yard in the back of Baekhyun's SUV.
Baekhyun has him on his back, Jongin's thighs bracketing his waist, and Jongin tips his head up to kiss up Baekhyun's jaw until he reaches his parted lips, groans mangling as they slot their mouths together. There's no restraint this time; nothing telling Jongin that this is wrong, that Baekhyun shouldn't have his dick buried in his ass, or that he's full of sin and his skin is dirty, and caked with lust and guilt. And even if there was, he wouldn't care. Baekhyun is fucking into him at the perfect angle and he can barely utter a coherent word. Nothing else matters.
“Please, don't stop,” Jongin hears himself whine.
Baekhyun drops a kiss onto his chin, hips slowing to an agonizing pace that has Jongin wiggling and whimpering for him to 'please, I need you to go faster'. Baekhyun grins and smooths his hair back, “I wanted to ask you something.”
Jongin goes silent.
“Did I upset you the other night? You didn't say anything after I paid you and - shit, what a way to put it Baekhyun,” he sighs and Jongin kisses his cheek. “I'm sorry, it wasn't supposed to sound like that, but I mean I just thought this could be a thing, you know? But you didn't say anything at all so I assumed I'd upset you."
“I'm usually pretty silent,” he says. “I didn't get upset or anything - it's just how this is going to work, and I'm okay with it.” He swallows. He's unable to tell if the drop in his stomach is because of this conversation or what.
Baekhyun stays quiet and his movements still completely, staring down at him with an unreadable, yet soft expression, before he slides his hand down the side of Jongin's face and kisses him, and Jongin isn't sure if the kiss it out of guilt or pity or wound up hormones, but either way he kisses back and pushes his tongue into Baekhyun's mouth, squirming again because Baekhyun still isn't fucking moving.
“Please, Baekhyun, please,” Jongin says, and starts pressing kisses down the front of Baekhyun's throat. He can feel his cock twitching with a need for release against his stomach.
He obliges - finally - with a grin, withdrawing and then pushing back in with enough force to make Jongin's breath catch in his throat.
Baekhyun's movements are languid and strong, but there's an underlying softness in the way he fucks, even when he snaps his hips sharply and even when there's a lewd sound of skin against skin, and Jongin can't find it within himself to focus on all of these different things because, God, Baekhyun is hitting right there and Jongin is teetering along the edge.
“You feel so good,” Baekhyun rasps out.
“Yeah?”
“Shit - yeah,” Jongin wraps his legs around Baekhyun's waist tighter to draw him closer.
Baekhyun's lithe fingers wrap around the base of Jongin's dick when he pulls back to change the position, the change of angle allowing him to go deeper, and Jongin's whole body trembles from the sensation that begins in his lower stomach and shoots up, causing cold chills to prick along the back of his neck.
“Oh fuck,” he curses. Baekhyun pumps him and fucks him, hips snapping forward and his thumb swiping over the leaking head of Jongin's dick. A whimper tears through his throat and his skin feels like it's burning on the parts where Baekhyun's been groping; thighs, waist, and ass. Jongin doesn't ever recall being fucked so good in his life, not that he had much experience to judge from, but still - it's fucking great.
Baekhyun jerks him hard and quick and then, right as Jongin is calling out that he's going to come, he pulls his hand away, throws Jongin's legs on his shoulders, and leans forward. If Jongin couldn't breathe before, he sure as fuck can't now, not with the sudden change in speed and the fact that Baekhyun is hitting his prostate head on.
“S-shit, right there.”
Baekhyun is slicked in sweat and his skin illuminates from what little bit of moonlight peeks in, collecting at the base of his throat and down his chest, and Jongin leans up the little bit of distance to lick at his neck. Baekhyun's pulse is racing there, and it's probably weird that Jongin is turned on by the fact that he can feel it under his tongue.
“Close,” Baekhyun pants into Jongin's hair.
Jongin moans in response, reaching down to pump his cock in tune with Baekhyun's movements, twisting his wrist around himself once, twice, before he comes, dick throbbing in his hand, thighs trembling, and his ass twitching around Baekhyun.
“Fuck Jongin,” he pants out, pulling out just in time to paint the back of Jongin's thighs, a little landing on his perfectly round cheeks, and then he slumps forward and relaxes against Jongin's body.
It's unbearably hot with all the body heat and Jongin has to push his hair away from his forehead because it's damp and clinging to him. Baekhyun's body feels like a fever on top of him that wants to burn him up from the inside out.
“You made a mess,” he says quietly, kissing Baekhyun's forehead.
Baekhyun laughs.
part two