Check-In *oneshot*
Pairing: BangJae (side of HimUp)
Rated: M
Lenght: 6.7K
Typing in data was so boring that Youngjae was 90% sure he might have even dozed off a little somewhere around the sixth page of figures. But he knew that in exactly forty-four minutes he would be sitting back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head and calling in his report for the day. Then he could head home and fix something mildly nutritious to eat before collapsing in front of the TV with no plans to move for the rest of the night.
"Ten minutes." His co-worker, Jongup, said across the hall a little while later.
"Five minutes." Youngjae repeated back, hurriedly trying to finish the page he was on.
Jongup was chanting under his breath, counting down from twenty and cheering when he finally reached zero. “Thank god. I’m ready to go home.”
Dialing his regular extension, Youngjae rubbed his temples and waited patiently for the woman to pick up and hear his daily report.
"Check-in." The deep voice rumbled into his ear, surprising Youngjae. This wasn't the usual person he talked to. The voice he had been hearing at the end of every shift for the last two years was a lot higher, a lot more chipper.
A lot more female.
A lot less sexy.
"Check-in." The voice repeated, this time with a hint of annoyance.
Youngjae fumbled with the sheet on his desk, switching the phone to his other ear. "E-Employee 0603B." He stammered into the receiver. "Excuse me, but where is the previous woman who I spoke to?"
The man sighed and Youngjae regretted bothering him. "She quit so I have to take care of her reports until someone else gets hired." He sounded tired, so Youngjae hurriedly gave him his daily lines of numbers so that he wouldn't get behind.
"Thank you 0603B." The line went dead before he could respond.
Youngjae stared at the phone in his hand until Jongup came up and flicked him playfully on the temple. "You alright there, hyung?"
"There's a new person in check-in." He mumbled. "His voice was..." He trailed off, not sure how to tell his younger friend that the man's voice was enough to send him over a cliff.
Jongup nodded, understanding filling his eyes. "That good, huh?" He winked and turned to grab his coat from his cubicle. "If I wasn’t already so attached to mine then I’d ask to be switched."
Still not sure why the man's voice had done that much of a number on him, Youngjae shook the thoughts out of his head and made his way home, forgetting all about the weird experience.
His apartment was small, but cozy and he was happy to spend the evening alone with just his TV and his box of take-out.
Jongup rang him up later that night when he was halfway asleep on the couch, his eyes drooping.
“What?” He mumbled, running his fingers through his short brown hair. “It’s fucking eleven o’clock. You better be in the hospital.”
“That guy from check-in.” Jongup said, ignoring his tone. “What did he sound like?”
Youngjae had to think for a moment, his brain still sleeping. “I- What? His voice? I don’t know.” He answered. “It was just nice. Really deep.”
A loud laugh sounded in the background and Youngjae blushed, realizing he was on speakerphone.
“Does our baby Jae have a crush?” Jongup’s boyfriend cackled.
“Hello Himchan-hyung.” Youngjae rolled his eyes, wondering how a sweet, quiet boy like Jongup ever ended up with the loud, silly Kim Himchan. “Aww is someone jealous? You know no one will ever take me away from you. I know you much you love me.”
There was silence on the other end before he heard a loud yelp from his friend. “Dammit Channie, that hurt!”
“I told you about that dream in private!” Himchan screeched.
Youngjae had no clue what he was talking about, but it must have been pretty embarrassing to make Himchan splutter that much.
“Thanks hyung!” Jongup said quickly, hanging up before he could ask what the phone call was for. He figured it was just Jongup being Jongup and rolled over going back to sleep.
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Jongup batted Himchan’s hands off of him. “Stop it!” He turned towards the boy sitting calmly on his couch. “Well? Was that who you talked to?”
A small smile came across his face and he nodded. “Yeah.” Yongguk sat back, the smile growing into a full-blown grin. “That was him.”
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“I hate this job.” He could hear Jongup mumbling under his breath from his cubicle. “I want to smash my computer. One day I’m going to set this building on fire.”
Youngjae rolled his chair out to see his friend angrily smashing the keyboard. “Jonguppie? You okay?”
Jongup’s eyes were wild and there was sweat dampening his hairline. “Channie’s mad at me.” His eyes slid to the picture on his desk of the two of them together. “I had to sleep on the couch last night.”
This was really nothing new. The older boy would regularly get angry at his younger, more inexperienced boyfriend. He enjoyed making him squirm and beg for forgiveness for whatever it is that Himchan accused him of doing. Then, according to Jongup, they had amazing make-up sex and Himchan let him do whatever he wanted to him.
For hours.
So Youngjae grimaced a little at the boy’s explanation, knowing it was just Himchan being naughty, but he still didn’t enjoy seeing his friend so anxious.
“You know he’s just messing with your head. Himchan could never really be angry at you.” And it was true. He had seen the two together on numerous occasions. Himchan doted on him and it was almost sickeningly sweet the way the two would stare at each other when they thought no one was looking. “Why don’t you text him and tell him you miss him?”
He shook his head. “It won’t do any good. He’s at work all day.” Sighing, he scooted closer to his computer and hunched over the keyboard. “I’m fine, I promise. Don’t worry about me.”
Youngjae shrugged and went back to his work. Jongup was a big boy and if he didn’t want to talk about it that was fine.
At exactly 4:55 he felt a bubble start to fill up his stomach. He tried taking a drink of water, fidgeted in his chair a bit, even stood up and stretched his back out.
At 4:58 the sweaty palms happened. “Ugh.” He wiped his hands on his slacks and tried to concentrate on finishing his work.
Five pm on the dot was when he finally realized what that feeling was from.
“Check-in.”
He opened and closed his mouth like a fish a few times, mentally hitting himself for forgetting that he would have to hear that painfully erotic voice in his ear again.
“Check-in.” The man on the other end of the line suddenly chuckled. “Youngjae?” His voice lowered to impossible levels. “Is this you?”
“H-How do you know my name?” His grip on the phone tightened, along with his pants.
A hum was his reply. “I now know a lot of things about you, Yoo Youngjae. But right now the only thing I need is your employee ID number and your report.”
Youngjae wasn’t sure what was going on. How did this stranger know his name? “Employee 0603B.” He murmured, rattling off the rest of his numbers without hesitation.
“Thank you. Oh and Youngjae?” He could hear the smile over the phone. “Have a pleasant evening.”
His hands shook as he hung the phone up. That was weird as hell, he told himself. Maybe they had a list of employee names and ID’s in case someone forgot theirs. Yeah, he nodded, that had to be it.
All of a sudden he heard Jongup’s desk chair being slammed against the wall, his normally quiet voice rising in anger.
“Why won’t you just take my report?” He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. “You know my employee ID number… No, I will not tell you anyway.” A hiss whistled out from between his lips. “Employee 1287B. Now take my fucking report!” With a growl he told the numbers he needed to send and slammed the phone down. “Fucking asshole.”
“Jongup?” Youngjae eyed him warily. “What was that all about?”
He shook his head. “Nothing. Just dealing with a shitty check-in. I gotta head home, buddy. Himchan will be there in about a half an hour and I plan on grabbing some shit and leaving for a couple days.” He rubbed his tired eyes. “I need some time off from his shit.”
Youngjae knew that everything would be fine between them. It was obvious they couldn’t be without each other for very long. But he knew how annoying Himchan could be when he was mad about something.
“You wanna come crash with me?” He suggested, following him out the door. “I’ve been sleeping on the couch every night lately anyway. You can have the bed.”
Jongup looked relieved, thanking him profusely and offering to pick up supper on his way over. “I’ll buy supper however many nights I stay, I promise!”
“You know you’ll be back home by breakfast.” Youngjae chuckled. “Begging him for forgiveness and everything will be back to normal.”
The other boy didn’t look convinced. Himchan had been really angry when they went to bed last night. He had spent the night on the couch without even a blanket.
Youngjae took the time to clean till Jongup arrived. He put new sheets on his bed and ran a load in the dishwasher. He hollered for him to come on in when a knock arrived forty-five minutes later.
Jongup walked in with a small duffel bag and a handful of take-out containers. He piled them all onto the table and smiled softly at Youngjae. “Thanks again for letting me stay.” He looked sad, running his thumb over the bracelet on his wrist. Youngjae remembered him saying once that Himchan had bought it for him on their six month anniversary, the day he asked him to move in. “I don’t know why he’s so angry at me. He thought I told you to tease him last night, but I tried to tell him I didn’t.”
“I know, Jongup-ah.” Youngjae patted his back. “We all know Himchan can be childish. He’ll get over it. I bet he calls you the second he gets home from work wanting to know where you are.”
Sure enough, they had only made their way through half the food on the table when Jongup’s phone started vibrating in his pocket. He took it out and sighed. “Himchan.” Stating the obvious, he slipped the phone back into his pocket. “I left a note saying I was staying with you for a bit so he wouldn’t be too worried.”
A few seconds after the buzzing stopped it started back up again. This time Jongup ignored it.
The fourth time it went off was when he finally snapped it up and growled a “What?” into it.
“No I am not coming home tonight… You know why.”
Youngjae left the table and headed to the couch to give them some privacy. After a few minutes of hushed yelling Jongup plopped down beside him, tired lines around his mouth.
“He was crying.” He said, his voice emotionless.
“Jongup…” Youngjae was at a loss. He didn’t enjoy being in a relationship. The boys he had dated in the past always ended up being too clingy and he hated that. But Himchan and Jongup’s relationship was different. They needed each other and everyone could see it. “Maybe you should go home then. He must be pretty devastated to call you crying.”
The other boy rolled his eyes. “He’ll deal. I’m too tired to head home now anyway. You care if I crash out?”
He headed towards the bedroom even though it was barely seven in the evening. Youngjae let him be, cleaning up the table and settling back onto the couch to continue his nightly routine of watching TV till he fell asleep.
The phone Jongup had left on the table was still vibrating non-stop. He finally stormed out of the bedroom and switched it off, apologizing to Youngjae.
Unfortunately, Himchan also knew Youngjae’s phone number. So as soon as he realized Jongup’s phone wasn’t on he switched to calling Youngjae repeatedly.
“Don’t answer that!” Jongup called from the bedroom.
Youngjae just wanted to go to sleep. He shouldn’t have to deal with couple bullshit in his free time.
He dropped his head and sighed when his phone went off again, but this time it was an unknown number. “Jongup, does Himchan have a second phone? I don’t recognize this number.”
“No, he’s just got the one.” He retorted, popping his head out of the room. His eyes widened at the exact moment Youngjae lifted the phone up to his ear. “Wait! No! Youngjae, don’t!”
“Hello?”
“That’s…” Jongup winced. “His cousin.”
“Hello?” He repeated again, not hearing anything over the other end but breathing. “Look, if you’re some kind of pervert then I’m really flattered but-“
“Hello again Youngjae.”
Gasping, Youngjae pulled the phone away and shot Jongup a horrified look.
Jongup grabbed the phone out of his hands and sighed into the receiver. “If I turn my phone off it means I don’t want to talk to him, hyung.” A second later a loud shriek echoed through the room and Jongup rubbed his ear. “You didn’t have to grab the phone from him Himchan.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. “Because you don’t trust me! I’m sick of you always accusing me of lying to you, or flirting with people, or anything at all that I don’t fucking do! We’re turning the phone off. Get some rest Channie.”
He hung up the phone and gave Youngjae the tenth apologetic smile of the night.
“That was-“
“His cousin.” Jongup informed him. “Did I forget to mention that he was staying with us till he found a place?”
Youngjae did not look amused. “So last night when I was on speakerphone, he heard me? He heard me talking about him?”
At least the younger boy had the grace took embarrassed. “Um maybe? Look, I’m sorry okay! He just got transferred to our office apparently and then I remembered what you said about the new guy’s voice and I put two and two together!”
Youngjae was so embarrassed that the nameless man now knew he had a thing for his voice. No wonder he was so cheery on the phone earlier. He was just teasing him. He narrowed his eyes. If that was how he wanted to play then he could bring it on. Nobody messed with Yoo Youngjae and didn’t get it back twice as hard.
“Is he at least attractive?”
Jongup nodded frantically. “Oh fuck yeah.”
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“You care if I stay tonight, too?” Jongup asked as they ate breakfast together the next morning. “I know I’m making too big of a deal about this but I want Himchan to learn his lesson. Maybe he’ll stop nagging me so much if he knows I won’t put up with it.”
Youngjae shrugged, not caring either way. As long as the neglected princess stopped calling his phone then he was fine with Jongup staying for weeks. Besides, he was preoccupied with what he was going to say on the phone at the end of the day anyways.
At five on the dot he could hear Jongup sighing as he dialed in to check-in. Youngjae wanted to wait until the rest of the office had cleared out before he called his numbers in.
“Employee 1287B.” Jongup said wearily. He paused for a moment as the voice on the other line was speaking. “Not now. Just take my report.” When he finished telling his numbers, he moved to hang up the phone but stopped suddenly. “Stop. I’m hanging up now.” He slammed the phone down and buried his head in his hands.
“Jongup?” Youngjae popped his head into his cubicle. “If you dislike the check-in person you can always ask to have your extension changed. You can get a new one easily.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think that would be a very good idea.” His smile was thin.
“Why?”
“I never told you before. It’s Himchan.” Jongup grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door. “Himchan is my check-in reporter. It’s how we met. We’re not supposed to date other employees so we do a good job at keeping it hidden. I’m going to go grab some more clothes from the apartment. I’ll be by in about an hour.”
Youngjae’s eyes were huge as he watched him leave. He never knew Himchan worked in the office. No wonder Jongup was rushing out as fast as he could. There was a good chance if he stuck around too long that he would run into him on the way out.
Slapping his forehead he wondered if he had ever ran into the mystery voice somewhere in the building and not realized it.
He dialed the number, a small smile on his face.
“Check-in.”
The voice washed over him like a tsunami, every pore in his body reacting to the sensual tone.
“Is this how it’s going to be every day?” The other man laughed softly. “Does my voice really affect you that much?”
“It’s not really fair that you know my name but I don’t know yours.” Youngjae shot back, tired of the run-around and teasing he was getting.
The other boy was silent for a moment, contemplating whether or not to tell him. “Yongguk.” He answered, his voice suddenly shy.
“Yongguk.” Youngjae let the name roll across his lips, liking the way it sounded. “Are you done messing with me, Yongguk?”
Apparently turning the tables on him made the faceless boy nervous, his voice now stuttering as he asked for his daily report. “We’re not supposed to talk personally over the phone.” He explained apologetically.
Sighing, Youngjae gave him the numbers and waited for him to confirm that he had them in correctly.
“Thank you 0603B.” Yongguk sounded back in control, something that made Youngjae frown. He enjoyed the stammer and shy tone he elicited from him.
“You can always turn off the recording option.” He told him casually, twirling the phone cord around his fingers. “You know, if you wanted to take personal calls.” He glanced around to make sure everyone had left. “Depending on how personal you want them to be.”
There was silence on the other end and he wondered if he had overstepped, had completely misjudged what was happening.
A loud click sounded over the line, indicating the other boy had switched off of the main line and onto his private one. “I can’t- Th-There’s still people in here.” Yongguk let out a deep breath. “My cousin is watching me.”
Youngjae’s lips curled up into a grin. “So if you were alone and Himchan’s eyes weren’t on you then you wouldn’t mind getting personal with me? And over the phone?” He tsked. “You’re almost too easy.”
A soft whine was heard and he knew his voice affected Yongguk just as much as his did him. “Youngjae, I can’t-“
“If you didn’t like it you would have hung up already.” He interrupted him. “But you haven’t. And you even took our call to private. I think you do want it.”
“Not here.” Yongguk whispered. “I can get fired. Let me go to the bathroom and I’ll call you back.”
He hung up without waiting for a response, but Youngjae wasn’t going to turn him down. His heart was already beating rapidly in his chest and he shakily took a drink from his water bottle.
A few minutes later his cell phone rang, the unknown number from last night lighting up the screen. Now he had a name to put to the digits.
Yongguk.
“You alone?” He asked, settling back in his chair.
“Yes.” He could hear a door lock clicking shut in his ear. “I’m in the bathroom.”
Youngjae grinned. “Good. So… What do you want to talk about? Pretty nice weather we’ve been having lately.”
The other boy growled in his ear. “Don’t be an asshole or I’m hanging up.”
He would never admit it, but that deep growl was enough to instantly make his pants tighten.
“Alright then.” Youngjae turned the playful mode off, his fingers trailing over the front of his slacks. “Tell me what you want. What would you want me to do to you?”
“Touch me.” Yongguk breathed out heavily. “I want to know what your skin feels like.”
Closing his eyes, Youngjae passed his hand harder over himself. “Unzip your pants and pull them down to your knees.” He ordered. “But your hand is only allowed over the underwear. Do not go underneath, do you understand me?”
“Yes.” He could hear scrambling sounds on the other line before a relieved groan sounded. “You too.” Yongguk told him. “Pants off.”
Youngjae complied, yanking his slacks down his thighs, the bulge in his boxers growing the longer he stared at it. He tried to imagine Yongguk on his knees in front of him, hands on his thighs as he slowly tugged the clothes the rest of the way down.
“What are you laughing about?” Yongguk asked, confusion in his voice.
“It’s just, I don’t even know what you look like.” Youngjae rubbed his eyes and chuckled again. “Here I am trying to mentally fantasize about you sucking my dick and I can’t even picture it.”
Yongguk was quiet. “You’re thinking about me giving you a blow job?”
“Maybe.” Youngjae licked his lips and rubbed the tip of his erection through the soft cotton boxers. “I’m wondering what you would sound like when you were done. God, your voice would be wrecked.”
“I have blonde hair.” Yongguk told him softly. “It’s long, almost to my ears.” Youngjae closed his eyes and tried to build an imaginary Yongguk in his mind as he spoke. “My skin isn’t as dark as Jongup’s, but it’s close. I’m skinny but I work out so my body has a lot of muscles.” His voice dropped a level. “And I have unbelievably large lips. Can you imagine them wrapped around you, Youngjae?”
Youngjae swallowed hard, his hand had already been inside his boxers since he told him he had tan skin. He twisted it around himself and let out a small whine.
“My tongue would trail around the tip as I dug my fingernails into your hips.”
“S-Stop.” Youngjae gasped out, his head falling back against his chair. “I’m in charge here. You don’t even know what I look like.”
“Yes I do.” Yongguk spoke up, surprising him. “I’ve been living with my cousin for a week now. I asked if they had any of you and there’s shots everywhere.” He groaned low in his throat. “God, you’re so sexy, Youngjae.”
Youngjae held the phone between his ear and shoulder and ran his fingers through his short hair. He tried to pretend it was Yongguk’s hand tugging the strands, making his body jerk up and soft sounds to come out of his lips.
“Pull your underwear down.” He said quickly. “Lick your palm and wrap it around yourself.” He waited until he heard pants coming over the line. “Put me on speakerphone.”
“Ok.” Yongguk’s voice was slightly echoed. “What now?”
“Lean over the sink.” Youngjae told him. “I’d bend you over and push your face against the counter. My body would press against yours so hard that I would be everywhere. All over you. My hands would crawl up your chest and my nails will scratch down your skin.”
He heard a muffled cry at his words and knew Yongguk was doing everything he said. “Youngjae, please!” Yongguk was begging now, his voice rough and scratchy in Youngjae’s ears. “I need you, oh god I want to touch you.”
“Not yet.” Youngjae said firmly, sweat starting to bead at his forehead. “Not until you can’t take anymore. Are you stroking yourself? Are you pretending it’s my skin on yours? I bet your skin is so soft and pure. I’d leave my marks all over it. Your tan skin would be littered with my teeth imprints, purple bruises blowing up where I’d suck you into my mouth and not let go until you cried out.”
He knew the other boy was only minutes away from losing it. His sounds were getting more staggered, a lot louder and his voice was so deep that Youngjae could probably get off from it alone.
“Two fingers.” His own voice was husky and thick, Yongguk sighing at how seductive he made it. “Stick them in your mouth. Make them soaked.” He waited a minute, the wet slurping sounds driving him crazy. “Spread your legs apart. Press one finger against yourself. Are you doing it?”
“Yes…” Yongguk sounded near tears. “Please!”
Youngjae would have given up a month’s salary just to be with him right now.
Suddenly, his eyes widened and he jumped up out of his chair, yanking his pants back up. “Yongguk, you’re in the bathroom? The bathroom outside of your office?”
“W-What?” He sounded breathless, not sure where the questions were coming from, his mind still a thousand miles away. “Yes. Why?”
“Unlock the door.”
Youngjae slammed the phone onto his desk, grabbed the bottle of hand lotion he kept in his drawer and took off at a run towards the elevator. He knew the check-in office was three floors above his own and he impatiently waited to be let off. He passed Himchan on his way there, not even sparing the shocked boy a glance.
He stopped short at the door to the men’s room, letting himself catch his breath, his lungs feeling like they were on fire. After a moment of silence, he slowly pushed the door open, lips curling up into a relieved grin at the sight in front of him.
Yongguk had described himself perfectly, the long hair now messed up from being smashed into the counter and the lips puffy from biting back moans. But everything else was perfect. His dark blue slacks were paired with a gray checked button-up shirt that was probably tucked in at one point. Now it hung over his hips barely hiding the large bulge underneath.
“Hello Youngjae.” Yongguk said quietly, his plush lips pulling up into a large gum-filled grin as he heard the door lock click.
Youngjae didn’t answer, his feet already rushing him towards the slightly taller male, lips catching his in a much-needed kiss, their tongues moving together as if they had been doing this for ages. He pushed Yongguk back against the sink, fingers working steadily to unbutton his jeans, hand slipping inside the second he had enough room.
“You’re better looking than I expected.” He breathed against Yongguk’s neck, already working him between his fingers. “It wasn’t fair that you knew what I looked like but I had to imagine a faceless blob.”
Yongguk laughed shakily, his hands gripping onto Youngjae’s shoulders. “You don’t seem to be complaining now.”
Not prepared for how that voice would feel tickling his sensitive ear, Youngjae unconsciously shivered. “Turn around.” He murmured, pulling the bottle of lotion out of his pocket.
Their eyes caught in the mirror, Yongguk’s head lowered and his tongue stuck out between his teeth. Youngjae gripped him around his slender hips, fingers hooking into his boxers and tugging them down to his feet. They both messily managed to work his shoes and pants off, laughing at their sloppiness. Yongguk closed his eyes and spread his legs apart, his body tensed as he waited for Youngjae to make his move.
“Relax.” Youngjae’s fingers skipped their way around his hips and across his stomach, tickling the fine hairs that led down his belly. He popped open the cap and poured some of the lotion onto his fingers, spreading it out evenly. His lips nipped at the boy’s sweaty neck as he nudged his finger inside of him, taking caution not to move too fast.
“Fuck.” Yongguk gripped harder onto the counter, back muscles flexing tightly under his shirt.
Youngjae wrapped his free hand around his dick, trying to distract him as he pushed in all the way. He wiggled his finger around the almost painful tightness, trying to judge how comfortable the other boy was, relieved when all he got was a quiet moan. “Another?” He asked, pulling it out and gently pressing two digits against him.
“Do it.”
He grinned and slid the two inside, immediately curling them upwards. Yongguk’s body trembled violently in his arms as he begged for him to do it again. “I don’t think you’re sorry enough yet.” Youngjae whispered into his ear, licking the curve of the lobe. “After teasing me for three days straight. Don’t you know what your voice does to me?” He tried to subtly insert the last lotioned up finger. “Every time you open your mouth and I hear your voice in my ear all I can think about is shoving my dick so far down your throat that you can’t talk for days.”
Yongguk was moaning loudly at this point, trying hard to shove his body backwards to gain more of Youngjae’s fingers inside of him. “Want you. Now!” He gasped out as his head rolled to the side.
Removing the hand still working his length, Youngjae gripped tightly into the long blonde hair and jerked his head back so that he was looking straight into the mirror. “I want you to watch.” He told him calmly. “Do not close your eyes.”
When Yongguk nodded he removed his fingers and undid his jeans, wincing at the unbearable tightness he had been enduring this whole time. He gently rubbed more lotion onto himself, hissing at even just the slightest touch on his skin. “You ready?”
Yongguk nodded, his eyes trained on the mirror like a good boy, fat bottom lip trapped tightly between his teeth.
Youngjae aligned himself and pushed in, teeth gritting as he had to dig his nails into Yongguk’s hips just to hold him still. The other boy’s body was trying it’s hardest to eject the intrusion. “You have to-“ He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before starting again. “You have to relax.”
“It hurts more when you go slowly.” Yongguk muttered, barely able to keep his eyes open. “Just do it.”
He didn’t need to tell him twice. Youngjae wrapped his arm around his waist and snapped his hips forward, burying himself completely inside the other boy. Yongguk trembled in his hold, his fists turning white as they clenched tightly over the counter ledge. Slowly, Youngjae pulled out only to slam forward, a loud cry erupting from Yongguk’s lips as he did.
“More!” Yongguk sucked his lip into his mouth and looked pleadingly at him in the mirror, his eyes watery with unshed tears. “Faster.”
He fucked him with reckless abandonment, the pace making his thighs ache and his calves sore, but he didn’t even notice, completely consumed with how hot and how tight Yongguk was around him.
Yongguk had given up trying to muffle his noises, his lip red and swollen from where he had chewed on it. He met Youngjae’s eyes in the mirror and Youngjae could have came just from the completely wrecked expression on his face alone. A twist of the hips had him scrambling for purchase on the counter as he let out a high-pitched keen, body arching against Youngjae’s.
“Please, please!” Yongguk begged, squeezing Youngjae’s dick so tightly he flinched. “I need- I need…” He trailed off as Youngjae moved in the direction he was pleading for, dick brushing against the same spot over and over.
The tightening of his neck muscles and the way his mouth dropped open in a silent moan told Youngjae he wasn’t going to last much longer. He didn’t even have to touch him to get him off, Youngjae thought with an amused grin. Brushing his lips over Yongguk’s ear, he whispered a quiet “Say my name”, the three words all Yongguk needed to gasp it out, his body stuttering as he came hard all over the bathroom counter.
Youngjae had never felt such tightness around him before as he had when Yongguk exploded. It almost felt to him that his dick was going to be split in two. He threw his head back, body moving of its own free will as he rode out the last few pushes he needed before he came inside of him. “Yongguk…” He collapsed in a heap over top of him, not noticing the pained expression on the other boy’s face. “Yongguk, Yongguk, Yongguk.”
Chuckling slightly, Yongugk reached his hand up over his head to tangle messily in the sweaty brown hair. “You’re gonna build my ego up moaning like that.”
“I don’t think you need me to do that.” Youngjae wheezed against his back. “Jesus” He reached over the paper towel dispenser and grabbed one before pulling his now soft dick out, catching the liquid that was starting to drip down the other boy’s trembling thighs. “Don’t want you to be uncomfortable till you get cleaned up.”
When they had gotten themselves fully dressed, Youngjae grabbed him and tugged him in for one last kiss. He swept his tongue over Yongguk’s lips, trying to commit them to memory. “Now that I know what you look like” He started, holding Yongguk’s shirt back so that teeth and collarbone could meet. “It won’t be so hard to imagine what you’re doing the next time we have phone sex.”
“Next time?”
He nodded. “Next time.”
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“I’ve been waiting out here for a half an hour. Did you get held up at work?” Jongup stood up from his spot on the hallway floor and waited for Youngjae to unlock the door.
“Kinda.” He chuckled under his breath and tossed his jacked over the hook, throwing himself down onto the couch. “I need a nap. And a shower.”
Jongup narrowed his eyes at him. “You smell like cologne.” He accused. “But not your regular one. A different one.”
He grinned sheepishly up at him. “I got held up at work. But I was the one doing the holding. If you know what I mean.”
Jumping back in disgust, Jongup wrinkled his nose at him. “Dude, a simple ‘I got laid’ would have been good enough. Damn.” He shook his head and took off towards the bathroom.
“Sorry!” He called after him, ripping his shirt off and laying his head back down and making himself comfortable. He was exhausted and a little nap was well-deserved.
Two hours later he was jolted awake by a pounding on the door, his eyes trying to adjust to the semi-darkness of the room. He stumbled towards the door and was surprised to see Himchan glaring at him from the other side.
“Hyung?” He murmured sleepily, scratching his stomach.
Jongup stuck his head out. “Is someone here Jae?”
Himchan shrieked when he saw him in the bedroom. “What are you doing in his bedroom?” He hissed, pushing Youngjae out of the way and stomping into the apartment. “Is this why you’re staying here? You letting him bend over for you, is that it?”
Crossing his arms across his chest, Jongup refused to answer, his gaze calm.
“Sure Himchan, come on in. Make yourself at home.” Youngjae said dryly, moving to shut the door behind him. A hand shot up and stopped him before he could close it. He grinned when he saw Yongguk’s smirk. “You.” He stepped back and motioned him in. “You can come in.”
Himchan glared hard at him. “And don’t think I forgot about you running into me in the hallway earlier and not even apologizing, Yoo Youngjae. Why were you on the check-in floor anyway? And what were you doing in such a big hurry?”
He bit his cheek and looked over at the blushing Yongguk.
Jongup let out a horrified squeak. “Oh my god, Youngjae!” He scrubbed his eyes and turned to scurry back into the bedroom.
Even though Himchan didn’t know what was going on, he still looked suspicious. “I’ll figure it out eventually.” He warned before chasing after his boyfriend.
The two remaining boys looked at each other, small smiles on their lips before Youngjae realized he was still shirtless. He spun around spotting his shirt on the floor and moved to grab it, but once again, Yongguk’s hand stopped him.
“I think it’s a little too late for modesty, don’t you?” He said softly, sitting down gingerly on the couch and patting the seat beside him.
“You still hurting?” Youngjae flinched and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. “Sorry.” He murmured into his damp hair. Yongguk smelled like strawberry shampoo and he felt dirty touching him when he had been too lazy to even take a shower when he got home. “I’ll be gentler next time.” He promised, a sly grin pulling at his lips.
Yongguk snorted. “Next time? I thought next time only extended to the phone?”
“Mmm.” He traced his tongue down the other boy’s jaw line, enjoying the way his breath stuttered. “I wouldn’t say no to a next time however I can get it.”
Their lips brushed together once, twice, three times before Yongguk got impatient, his fingers clasping at Youngjae’s waist, bringing him in to cover his body.
“Next time sounds pretty good.” Yongguk whispered. “And here I was, under the impression that you never had the same playmates twice.”
Youngjae growled playfully into his mouth. “Your cousin is an idiot. Just because I don’t want to date boys like him, that call me every five minutes and demand to know every single thing I do when we’re apart, doesn’t mean I’m not open to the idea of taking someone twice.” His eyes lit up in humor. “Or three times, or more, I’d just have to see.”
“Less talking.” Yongguk demanded. “You asked me what I wanted from you on the phone. And I’m still waiting for you to touch me.
Twenty minutes later Himchan skipped out of the bedroom, a smug grin plastered on his lips. “I’m taking Jonguppie home with m-“ He trailed off as he spotted the two boys on the couch, Youngjae’s hand already wrist deep inside Yongguk’s pants. “Yoo Youngjae.” He spat, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Out of all the people in the world you have to choose my motherfucking cousin.” Jongup grabbed his arm and tried to lead him back towards the bedroom, but he shook him off. “I tried to set you up with my brother, but noooo he wasn’t good enough for you. I tried introducing you to the boy who works at the coffee shop but no, not even going to happen. But you hear my cousin’s voice one damn time over the phone and now your hands are on his dick?!”
“Sit the fuck down and mind your own business, Himchan.” Yongguk ordered, his deep voice coming out a level too low. “Who I let touch my dick is none of your concern.”
Himchan pursed his lips and glared at them. “Yongguk I don’t think you understand how big of a whore Youngjae really is. No offense Youngjae.”
“A little offense taken.” Youngjae retorted.
“You’ll sleep with anything and wake up the next morning and leave without even a note. And as my boyfriend’s best friend, I’m okay with that. But now that you’re the guy who has the potential to take my cousin’s virginity, I’m going to have to put my foot down.”
Yongguk cringed and eyed Youngjae out of the corner of his eyes.
He was watching Himchan with a horrified expression. “Virginity?” He wheezed out. “Yongguk… Virgin… Huh?”
The pissed off black haired boy nodded and crossed his arms over his chest. “He grew up with very strict parents and he moved in with us to get away from them. So yes, my cousin is a virgin and I expect you to treat him with respect and decency.” His eyes narrowed at the nervous look the two boys shot each other. “Youngjae? Have you already slept with my cousin?” Himchan’s voice was tight and controlled, much to everyone in the room’s terror.
He shrugged and gave a small smile. “Well there wasn’t really any sleeping going on…” He screamed as Himchan’s body was suddenly on top of his, hands wrapped tightly around his throat. “Jong… Help!”
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Typing in data was so boring that Youngjae was 90% sure he might have even dozed off a little somewhere around the sixth page of figures. But he knew that in exactly forty-four minutes he would be sitting back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head and calling in his report for the day. Then he could head home and fix something mildly nutritious to eat before collapsing in front of the TV with no plans to move for the rest of the night.
"Ten minutes." His co-worker, Jongup, said across the hall a little while later.
"Five minutes." Youngjae repeated back, hurriedly trying to finish the page he was on.
Jongup was chanting under his breath, counting down from twenty and cheering when he finally reached zero. “Thank god. I’m ready to go home.”
Dialing his regular extension, Youngjae rubbed his temples and waited patiently for the woman to pick up and hear his daily report.
"Check-in." The deep voice rumbled into his ear, surprising Youngjae. This wasn't the usual person he talked to. The voice he had been hearing at the end of every shift for the last two years was a lot higher, a lot more chipper.
A lot more female.
A lot less sexy.
"Check-in." The voice repeated, this time with a hint of annoyance.
Youngjae fumbled with the sheet on his desk, switching the phone to his other ear. "E-Employee 0603B." He stammered into the receiver. "Excuse me, but where is the previous woman who I spoke to?"
The man sighed and Youngjae regretted bothering him. "She quit so I have to take care of her reports until someone else gets hired." He sounded tired, so Youngjae hurriedly gave him his daily lines of numbers so that he wouldn't get behind.
"Thank you 0603B." The line went dead before he could respond.
Youngjae stared at the phone in his hand until Jongup came up and flicked him playfully on the temple. "You alright there, hyung?"
"There's a new person in check-in." He mumbled. "His voice was..." He trailed off, not sure how to tell his younger friend that the man's voice was enough to send him over a cliff.
Jongup nodded, understanding filling his eyes. "That good, huh?" He winked and turned to grab his coat from his cubicle. "If I wasn’t already so attached to mine then I’d ask to be switched."
Still not sure why the man's voice had done that much of a number on him, Youngjae shook the thoughts out of his head and made his way home, forgetting all about the weird experience.
His apartment was small, but cozy and he was happy to spend the evening alone with just his TV and his box of take-out.
Jongup rang him up later that night when he was halfway asleep on the couch, his eyes drooping.
“What?” He mumbled, running his fingers through his short brown hair. “It’s fucking eleven o’clock. You better be in the hospital.”
“That guy from check-in.” Jongup said, ignoring his tone. “What did he sound like?”
Youngjae had to think for a moment, his brain still sleeping. “I- What? His voice? I don’t know.” He answered. “It was just nice. Really deep.”
A loud laugh sounded in the background and Youngjae blushed, realizing he was on speakerphone.
“Does our baby Jae have a crush?” Jongup’s boyfriend cackled.
“Hello Himchan-hyung.” Youngjae rolled his eyes, wondering how a sweet, quiet boy like Jongup ever ended up with the loud, silly Kim Himchan. “Aww is someone jealous? You know no one will ever take me away from you. I know you much you love me.”
There was silence on the other end before he heard a loud yelp from his friend. “Dammit Channie, that hurt!”
“I told you about that dream in private!” Himchan screeched.
Youngjae had no clue what he was talking about, but it must have been pretty embarrassing to make Himchan splutter that much.
“Thanks hyung!” Jongup said quickly, hanging up before he could ask what the phone call was for. He figured it was just Jongup being Jongup and rolled over going back to sleep.
---
Jongup batted Himchan’s hands off of him. “Stop it!” He turned towards the boy sitting calmly on his couch. “Well? Was that who you talked to?”
A small smile came across his face and he nodded. “Yeah.” Yongguk sat back, the smile growing into a full-blown grin. “That was him.”
---
“I hate this job.” He could hear Jongup mumbling under his breath from his cubicle. “I want to smash my computer. One day I’m going to set this building on fire.”
Youngjae rolled his chair out to see his friend angrily smashing the keyboard. “Jonguppie? You okay?”
Jongup’s eyes were wild and there was sweat dampening his hairline. “Channie’s mad at me.” His eyes slid to the picture on his desk of the two of them together. “I had to sleep on the couch last night.”
This was really nothing new. The older boy would regularly get angry at his younger, more inexperienced boyfriend. He enjoyed making him squirm and beg for forgiveness for whatever it is that Himchan accused him of doing. Then, according to Jongup, they had amazing make-up sex and Himchan let him do whatever he wanted to him.
For hours.
So Youngjae grimaced a little at the boy’s explanation, knowing it was just Himchan being naughty, but he still didn’t enjoy seeing his friend so anxious.
“You know he’s just messing with your head. Himchan could never really be angry at you.” And it was true. He had seen the two together on numerous occasions. Himchan doted on him and it was almost sickeningly sweet the way the two would stare at each other when they thought no one was looking. “Why don’t you text him and tell him you miss him?”
He shook his head. “It won’t do any good. He’s at work all day.” Sighing, he scooted closer to his computer and hunched over the keyboard. “I’m fine, I promise. Don’t worry about me.”
Youngjae shrugged and went back to his work. Jongup was a big boy and if he didn’t want to talk about it that was fine.
At exactly 4:55 he felt a bubble start to fill up his stomach. He tried taking a drink of water, fidgeted in his chair a bit, even stood up and stretched his back out.
At 4:58 the sweaty palms happened. “Ugh.” He wiped his hands on his slacks and tried to concentrate on finishing his work.
Five pm on the dot was when he finally realized what that feeling was from.
“Check-in.”
He opened and closed his mouth like a fish a few times, mentally hitting himself for forgetting that he would have to hear that painfully erotic voice in his ear again.
“Check-in.” The man on the other end of the line suddenly chuckled. “Youngjae?” His voice lowered to impossible levels. “Is this you?”
“H-How do you know my name?” His grip on the phone tightened, along with his pants.
A hum was his reply. “I now know a lot of things about you, Yoo Youngjae. But right now the only thing I need is your employee ID number and your report.”
Youngjae wasn’t sure what was going on. How did this stranger know his name? “Employee 0603B.” He murmured, rattling off the rest of his numbers without hesitation.
“Thank you. Oh and Youngjae?” He could hear the smile over the phone. “Have a pleasant evening.”
His hands shook as he hung the phone up. That was weird as hell, he told himself. Maybe they had a list of employee names and ID’s in case someone forgot theirs. Yeah, he nodded, that had to be it.
All of a sudden he heard Jongup’s desk chair being slammed against the wall, his normally quiet voice rising in anger.
“Why won’t you just take my report?” He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. “You know my employee ID number… No, I will not tell you anyway.” A hiss whistled out from between his lips. “Employee 1287B. Now take my fucking report!” With a growl he told the numbers he needed to send and slammed the phone down. “Fucking asshole.”
“Jongup?” Youngjae eyed him warily. “What was that all about?”
He shook his head. “Nothing. Just dealing with a shitty check-in. I gotta head home, buddy. Himchan will be there in about a half an hour and I plan on grabbing some shit and leaving for a couple days.” He rubbed his tired eyes. “I need some time off from his shit.”
Youngjae knew that everything would be fine between them. It was obvious they couldn’t be without each other for very long. But he knew how annoying Himchan could be when he was mad about something.
“You wanna come crash with me?” He suggested, following him out the door. “I’ve been sleeping on the couch every night lately anyway. You can have the bed.”
Jongup looked relieved, thanking him profusely and offering to pick up supper on his way over. “I’ll buy supper however many nights I stay, I promise!”
“You know you’ll be back home by breakfast.” Youngjae chuckled. “Begging him for forgiveness and everything will be back to normal.”
The other boy didn’t look convinced. Himchan had been really angry when they went to bed last night. He had spent the night on the couch without even a blanket.
Youngjae took the time to clean till Jongup arrived. He put new sheets on his bed and ran a load in the dishwasher. He hollered for him to come on in when a knock arrived forty-five minutes later.
Jongup walked in with a small duffel bag and a handful of take-out containers. He piled them all onto the table and smiled softly at Youngjae. “Thanks again for letting me stay.” He looked sad, running his thumb over the bracelet on his wrist. Youngjae remembered him saying once that Himchan had bought it for him on their six month anniversary, the day he asked him to move in. “I don’t know why he’s so angry at me. He thought I told you to tease him last night, but I tried to tell him I didn’t.”
“I know, Jongup-ah.” Youngjae patted his back. “We all know Himchan can be childish. He’ll get over it. I bet he calls you the second he gets home from work wanting to know where you are.”
Sure enough, they had only made their way through half the food on the table when Jongup’s phone started vibrating in his pocket. He took it out and sighed. “Himchan.” Stating the obvious, he slipped the phone back into his pocket. “I left a note saying I was staying with you for a bit so he wouldn’t be too worried.”
A few seconds after the buzzing stopped it started back up again. This time Jongup ignored it.
The fourth time it went off was when he finally snapped it up and growled a “What?” into it.
“No I am not coming home tonight… You know why.”
Youngjae left the table and headed to the couch to give them some privacy. After a few minutes of hushed yelling Jongup plopped down beside him, tired lines around his mouth.
“He was crying.” He said, his voice emotionless.
“Jongup…” Youngjae was at a loss. He didn’t enjoy being in a relationship. The boys he had dated in the past always ended up being too clingy and he hated that. But Himchan and Jongup’s relationship was different. They needed each other and everyone could see it. “Maybe you should go home then. He must be pretty devastated to call you crying.”
The other boy rolled his eyes. “He’ll deal. I’m too tired to head home now anyway. You care if I crash out?”
He headed towards the bedroom even though it was barely seven in the evening. Youngjae let him be, cleaning up the table and settling back onto the couch to continue his nightly routine of watching TV till he fell asleep.
The phone Jongup had left on the table was still vibrating non-stop. He finally stormed out of the bedroom and switched it off, apologizing to Youngjae.
Unfortunately, Himchan also knew Youngjae’s phone number. So as soon as he realized Jongup’s phone wasn’t on he switched to calling Youngjae repeatedly.
“Don’t answer that!” Jongup called from the bedroom.
Youngjae just wanted to go to sleep. He shouldn’t have to deal with couple bullshit in his free time.
He dropped his head and sighed when his phone went off again, but this time it was an unknown number. “Jongup, does Himchan have a second phone? I don’t recognize this number.”
“No, he’s just got the one.” He retorted, popping his head out of the room. His eyes widened at the exact moment Youngjae lifted the phone up to his ear. “Wait! No! Youngjae, don’t!”
“Hello?”
“That’s…” Jongup winced. “His cousin.”
“Hello?” He repeated again, not hearing anything over the other end but breathing. “Look, if you’re some kind of pervert then I’m really flattered but-“
“Hello again Youngjae.”
Gasping, Youngjae pulled the phone away and shot Jongup a horrified look.
Jongup grabbed the phone out of his hands and sighed into the receiver. “If I turn my phone off it means I don’t want to talk to him, hyung.” A second later a loud shriek echoed through the room and Jongup rubbed his ear. “You didn’t have to grab the phone from him Himchan.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. “Because you don’t trust me! I’m sick of you always accusing me of lying to you, or flirting with people, or anything at all that I don’t fucking do! We’re turning the phone off. Get some rest Channie.”
He hung up the phone and gave Youngjae the tenth apologetic smile of the night.
“That was-“
“His cousin.” Jongup informed him. “Did I forget to mention that he was staying with us till he found a place?”
Youngjae did not look amused. “So last night when I was on speakerphone, he heard me? He heard me talking about him?”
At least the younger boy had the grace took embarrassed. “Um maybe? Look, I’m sorry okay! He just got transferred to our office apparently and then I remembered what you said about the new guy’s voice and I put two and two together!”
Youngjae was so embarrassed that the nameless man now knew he had a thing for his voice. No wonder he was so cheery on the phone earlier. He was just teasing him. He narrowed his eyes. If that was how he wanted to play then he could bring it on. Nobody messed with Yoo Youngjae and didn’t get it back twice as hard.
“Is he at least attractive?”
Jongup nodded frantically. “Oh fuck yeah.”
---
“You care if I stay tonight, too?” Jongup asked as they ate breakfast together the next morning. “I know I’m making too big of a deal about this but I want Himchan to learn his lesson. Maybe he’ll stop nagging me so much if he knows I won’t put up with it.”
Youngjae shrugged, not caring either way. As long as the neglected princess stopped calling his phone then he was fine with Jongup staying for weeks. Besides, he was preoccupied with what he was going to say on the phone at the end of the day anyways.
At five on the dot he could hear Jongup sighing as he dialed in to check-in. Youngjae wanted to wait until the rest of the office had cleared out before he called his numbers in.
“Employee 1287B.” Jongup said wearily. He paused for a moment as the voice on the other line was speaking. “Not now. Just take my report.” When he finished telling his numbers, he moved to hang up the phone but stopped suddenly. “Stop. I’m hanging up now.” He slammed the phone down and buried his head in his hands.
“Jongup?” Youngjae popped his head into his cubicle. “If you dislike the check-in person you can always ask to have your extension changed. You can get a new one easily.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think that would be a very good idea.” His smile was thin.
“Why?”
“I never told you before. It’s Himchan.” Jongup grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door. “Himchan is my check-in reporter. It’s how we met. We’re not supposed to date other employees so we do a good job at keeping it hidden. I’m going to go grab some more clothes from the apartment. I’ll be by in about an hour.”
Youngjae’s eyes were huge as he watched him leave. He never knew Himchan worked in the office. No wonder Jongup was rushing out as fast as he could. There was a good chance if he stuck around too long that he would run into him on the way out.
Slapping his forehead he wondered if he had ever ran into the mystery voice somewhere in the building and not realized it.
He dialed the number, a small smile on his face.
“Check-in.”
The voice washed over him like a tsunami, every pore in his body reacting to the sensual tone.
“Is this how it’s going to be every day?” The other man laughed softly. “Does my voice really affect you that much?”
“It’s not really fair that you know my name but I don’t know yours.” Youngjae shot back, tired of the run-around and teasing he was getting.
The other boy was silent for a moment, contemplating whether or not to tell him. “Yongguk.” He answered, his voice suddenly shy.
“Yongguk.” Youngjae let the name roll across his lips, liking the way it sounded. “Are you done messing with me, Yongguk?”
Apparently turning the tables on him made the faceless boy nervous, his voice now stuttering as he asked for his daily report. “We’re not supposed to talk personally over the phone.” He explained apologetically.
Sighing, Youngjae gave him the numbers and waited for him to confirm that he had them in correctly.
“Thank you 0603B.” Yongguk sounded back in control, something that made Youngjae frown. He enjoyed the stammer and shy tone he elicited from him.
“You can always turn off the recording option.” He told him casually, twirling the phone cord around his fingers. “You know, if you wanted to take personal calls.” He glanced around to make sure everyone had left. “Depending on how personal you want them to be.”
There was silence on the other end and he wondered if he had overstepped, had completely misjudged what was happening.
A loud click sounded over the line, indicating the other boy had switched off of the main line and onto his private one. “I can’t- Th-There’s still people in here.” Yongguk let out a deep breath. “My cousin is watching me.”
Youngjae’s lips curled up into a grin. “So if you were alone and Himchan’s eyes weren’t on you then you wouldn’t mind getting personal with me? And over the phone?” He tsked. “You’re almost too easy.”
A soft whine was heard and he knew his voice affected Yongguk just as much as his did him. “Youngjae, I can’t-“
“If you didn’t like it you would have hung up already.” He interrupted him. “But you haven’t. And you even took our call to private. I think you do want it.”
“Not here.” Yongguk whispered. “I can get fired. Let me go to the bathroom and I’ll call you back.”
He hung up without waiting for a response, but Youngjae wasn’t going to turn him down. His heart was already beating rapidly in his chest and he shakily took a drink from his water bottle.
A few minutes later his cell phone rang, the unknown number from last night lighting up the screen. Now he had a name to put to the digits.
Yongguk.
“You alone?” He asked, settling back in his chair.
“Yes.” He could hear a door lock clicking shut in his ear. “I’m in the bathroom.”
Youngjae grinned. “Good. So… What do you want to talk about? Pretty nice weather we’ve been having lately.”
The other boy growled in his ear. “Don’t be an asshole or I’m hanging up.”
He would never admit it, but that deep growl was enough to instantly make his pants tighten.
“Alright then.” Youngjae turned the playful mode off, his fingers trailing over the front of his slacks. “Tell me what you want. What would you want me to do to you?”
“Touch me.” Yongguk breathed out heavily. “I want to know what your skin feels like.”
Closing his eyes, Youngjae passed his hand harder over himself. “Unzip your pants and pull them down to your knees.” He ordered. “But your hand is only allowed over the underwear. Do not go underneath, do you understand me?”
“Yes.” He could hear scrambling sounds on the other line before a relieved groan sounded. “You too.” Yongguk told him. “Pants off.”
Youngjae complied, yanking his slacks down his thighs, the bulge in his boxers growing the longer he stared at it. He tried to imagine Yongguk on his knees in front of him, hands on his thighs as he slowly tugged the clothes the rest of the way down.
“What are you laughing about?” Yongguk asked, confusion in his voice.
“It’s just, I don’t even know what you look like.” Youngjae rubbed his eyes and chuckled again. “Here I am trying to mentally fantasize about you sucking my dick and I can’t even picture it.”
Yongguk was quiet. “You’re thinking about me giving you a blow job?”
“Maybe.” Youngjae licked his lips and rubbed the tip of his erection through the soft cotton boxers. “I’m wondering what you would sound like when you were done. God, your voice would be wrecked.”
“I have blonde hair.” Yongguk told him softly. “It’s long, almost to my ears.” Youngjae closed his eyes and tried to build an imaginary Yongguk in his mind as he spoke. “My skin isn’t as dark as Jongup’s, but it’s close. I’m skinny but I work out so my body has a lot of muscles.” His voice dropped a level. “And I have unbelievably large lips. Can you imagine them wrapped around you, Youngjae?”
Youngjae swallowed hard, his hand had already been inside his boxers since he told him he had tan skin. He twisted it around himself and let out a small whine.
“My tongue would trail around the tip as I dug my fingernails into your hips.”
“S-Stop.” Youngjae gasped out, his head falling back against his chair. “I’m in charge here. You don’t even know what I look like.”
“Yes I do.” Yongguk spoke up, surprising him. “I’ve been living with my cousin for a week now. I asked if they had any of you and there’s shots everywhere.” He groaned low in his throat. “God, you’re so sexy, Youngjae.”
Youngjae held the phone between his ear and shoulder and ran his fingers through his short hair. He tried to pretend it was Yongguk’s hand tugging the strands, making his body jerk up and soft sounds to come out of his lips.
“Pull your underwear down.” He said quickly. “Lick your palm and wrap it around yourself.” He waited until he heard pants coming over the line. “Put me on speakerphone.”
“Ok.” Yongguk’s voice was slightly echoed. “What now?”
“Lean over the sink.” Youngjae told him. “I’d bend you over and push your face against the counter. My body would press against yours so hard that I would be everywhere. All over you. My hands would crawl up your chest and my nails will scratch down your skin.”
He heard a muffled cry at his words and knew Yongguk was doing everything he said. “Youngjae, please!” Yongguk was begging now, his voice rough and scratchy in Youngjae’s ears. “I need you, oh god I want to touch you.”
“Not yet.” Youngjae said firmly, sweat starting to bead at his forehead. “Not until you can’t take anymore. Are you stroking yourself? Are you pretending it’s my skin on yours? I bet your skin is so soft and pure. I’d leave my marks all over it. Your tan skin would be littered with my teeth imprints, purple bruises blowing up where I’d suck you into my mouth and not let go until you cried out.”
He knew the other boy was only minutes away from losing it. His sounds were getting more staggered, a lot louder and his voice was so deep that Youngjae could probably get off from it alone.
“Two fingers.” His own voice was husky and thick, Yongguk sighing at how seductive he made it. “Stick them in your mouth. Make them soaked.” He waited a minute, the wet slurping sounds driving him crazy. “Spread your legs apart. Press one finger against yourself. Are you doing it?”
“Yes…” Yongguk sounded near tears. “Please!”
Youngjae would have given up a month’s salary just to be with him right now.
Suddenly, his eyes widened and he jumped up out of his chair, yanking his pants back up. “Yongguk, you’re in the bathroom? The bathroom outside of your office?”
“W-What?” He sounded breathless, not sure where the questions were coming from, his mind still a thousand miles away. “Yes. Why?”
“Unlock the door.”
Youngjae slammed the phone onto his desk, grabbed the bottle of hand lotion he kept in his drawer and took off at a run towards the elevator. He knew the check-in office was three floors above his own and he impatiently waited to be let off. He passed Himchan on his way there, not even sparing the shocked boy a glance.
He stopped short at the door to the men’s room, letting himself catch his breath, his lungs feeling like they were on fire. After a moment of silence, he slowly pushed the door open, lips curling up into a relieved grin at the sight in front of him.
Yongguk had described himself perfectly, the long hair now messed up from being smashed into the counter and the lips puffy from biting back moans. But everything else was perfect. His dark blue slacks were paired with a gray checked button-up shirt that was probably tucked in at one point. Now it hung over his hips barely hiding the large bulge underneath.
“Hello Youngjae.” Yongguk said quietly, his plush lips pulling up into a large gum-filled grin as he heard the door lock click.
Youngjae didn’t answer, his feet already rushing him towards the slightly taller male, lips catching his in a much-needed kiss, their tongues moving together as if they had been doing this for ages. He pushed Yongguk back against the sink, fingers working steadily to unbutton his jeans, hand slipping inside the second he had enough room.
“You’re better looking than I expected.” He breathed against Yongguk’s neck, already working him between his fingers. “It wasn’t fair that you knew what I looked like but I had to imagine a faceless blob.”
Yongguk laughed shakily, his hands gripping onto Youngjae’s shoulders. “You don’t seem to be complaining now.”
Not prepared for how that voice would feel tickling his sensitive ear, Youngjae unconsciously shivered. “Turn around.” He murmured, pulling the bottle of lotion out of his pocket.
Their eyes caught in the mirror, Yongguk’s head lowered and his tongue stuck out between his teeth. Youngjae gripped him around his slender hips, fingers hooking into his boxers and tugging them down to his feet. They both messily managed to work his shoes and pants off, laughing at their sloppiness. Yongguk closed his eyes and spread his legs apart, his body tensed as he waited for Youngjae to make his move.
“Relax.” Youngjae’s fingers skipped their way around his hips and across his stomach, tickling the fine hairs that led down his belly. He popped open the cap and poured some of the lotion onto his fingers, spreading it out evenly. His lips nipped at the boy’s sweaty neck as he nudged his finger inside of him, taking caution not to move too fast.
“Fuck.” Yongguk gripped harder onto the counter, back muscles flexing tightly under his shirt.
Youngjae wrapped his free hand around his dick, trying to distract him as he pushed in all the way. He wiggled his finger around the almost painful tightness, trying to judge how comfortable the other boy was, relieved when all he got was a quiet moan. “Another?” He asked, pulling it out and gently pressing two digits against him.
“Do it.”
He grinned and slid the two inside, immediately curling them upwards. Yongguk’s body trembled violently in his arms as he begged for him to do it again. “I don’t think you’re sorry enough yet.” Youngjae whispered into his ear, licking the curve of the lobe. “After teasing me for three days straight. Don’t you know what your voice does to me?” He tried to subtly insert the last lotioned up finger. “Every time you open your mouth and I hear your voice in my ear all I can think about is shoving my dick so far down your throat that you can’t talk for days.”
Yongguk was moaning loudly at this point, trying hard to shove his body backwards to gain more of Youngjae’s fingers inside of him. “Want you. Now!” He gasped out as his head rolled to the side.
Removing the hand still working his length, Youngjae gripped tightly into the long blonde hair and jerked his head back so that he was looking straight into the mirror. “I want you to watch.” He told him calmly. “Do not close your eyes.”
When Yongguk nodded he removed his fingers and undid his jeans, wincing at the unbearable tightness he had been enduring this whole time. He gently rubbed more lotion onto himself, hissing at even just the slightest touch on his skin. “You ready?”
Yongguk nodded, his eyes trained on the mirror like a good boy, fat bottom lip trapped tightly between his teeth.
Youngjae aligned himself and pushed in, teeth gritting as he had to dig his nails into Yongguk’s hips just to hold him still. The other boy’s body was trying it’s hardest to eject the intrusion. “You have to-“ He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before starting again. “You have to relax.”
“It hurts more when you go slowly.” Yongguk muttered, barely able to keep his eyes open. “Just do it.”
He didn’t need to tell him twice. Youngjae wrapped his arm around his waist and snapped his hips forward, burying himself completely inside the other boy. Yongguk trembled in his hold, his fists turning white as they clenched tightly over the counter ledge. Slowly, Youngjae pulled out only to slam forward, a loud cry erupting from Yongguk’s lips as he did.
“More!” Yongguk sucked his lip into his mouth and looked pleadingly at him in the mirror, his eyes watery with unshed tears. “Faster.”
He fucked him with reckless abandonment, the pace making his thighs ache and his calves sore, but he didn’t even notice, completely consumed with how hot and how tight Yongguk was around him.
Yongguk had given up trying to muffle his noises, his lip red and swollen from where he had chewed on it. He met Youngjae’s eyes in the mirror and Youngjae could have came just from the completely wrecked expression on his face alone. A twist of the hips had him scrambling for purchase on the counter as he let out a high-pitched keen, body arching against Youngjae’s.
“Please, please!” Yongguk begged, squeezing Youngjae’s dick so tightly he flinched. “I need- I need…” He trailed off as Youngjae moved in the direction he was pleading for, dick brushing against the same spot over and over.
The tightening of his neck muscles and the way his mouth dropped open in a silent moan told Youngjae he wasn’t going to last much longer. He didn’t even have to touch him to get him off, Youngjae thought with an amused grin. Brushing his lips over Yongguk’s ear, he whispered a quiet “Say my name”, the three words all Yongguk needed to gasp it out, his body stuttering as he came hard all over the bathroom counter.
Youngjae had never felt such tightness around him before as he had when Yongguk exploded. It almost felt to him that his dick was going to be split in two. He threw his head back, body moving of its own free will as he rode out the last few pushes he needed before he came inside of him. “Yongguk…” He collapsed in a heap over top of him, not noticing the pained expression on the other boy’s face. “Yongguk, Yongguk, Yongguk.”
Chuckling slightly, Yongugk reached his hand up over his head to tangle messily in the sweaty brown hair. “You’re gonna build my ego up moaning like that.”
“I don’t think you need me to do that.” Youngjae wheezed against his back. “Jesus” He reached over the paper towel dispenser and grabbed one before pulling his now soft dick out, catching the liquid that was starting to drip down the other boy’s trembling thighs. “Don’t want you to be uncomfortable till you get cleaned up.”
When they had gotten themselves fully dressed, Youngjae grabbed him and tugged him in for one last kiss. He swept his tongue over Yongguk’s lips, trying to commit them to memory. “Now that I know what you look like” He started, holding Yongguk’s shirt back so that teeth and collarbone could meet. “It won’t be so hard to imagine what you’re doing the next time we have phone sex.”
“Next time?”
He nodded. “Next time.”
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“I’ve been waiting out here for a half an hour. Did you get held up at work?” Jongup stood up from his spot on the hallway floor and waited for Youngjae to unlock the door.
“Kinda.” He chuckled under his breath and tossed his jacked over the hook, throwing himself down onto the couch. “I need a nap. And a shower.”
Jongup narrowed his eyes at him. “You smell like cologne.” He accused. “But not your regular one. A different one.”
He grinned sheepishly up at him. “I got held up at work. But I was the one doing the holding. If you know what I mean.”
Jumping back in disgust, Jongup wrinkled his nose at him. “Dude, a simple ‘I got laid’ would have been good enough. Damn.” He shook his head and took off towards the bathroom.
“Sorry!” He called after him, ripping his shirt off and laying his head back down and making himself comfortable. He was exhausted and a little nap was well-deserved.
Two hours later he was jolted awake by a pounding on the door, his eyes trying to adjust to the semi-darkness of the room. He stumbled towards the door and was surprised to see Himchan glaring at him from the other side.
“Hyung?” He murmured sleepily, scratching his stomach.
Jongup stuck his head out. “Is someone here Jae?”
Himchan shrieked when he saw him in the bedroom. “What are you doing in his bedroom?” He hissed, pushing Youngjae out of the way and stomping into the apartment. “Is this why you’re staying here? You letting him bend over for you, is that it?”
Crossing his arms across his chest, Jongup refused to answer, his gaze calm.
“Sure Himchan, come on in. Make yourself at home.” Youngjae said dryly, moving to shut the door behind him. A hand shot up and stopped him before he could close it. He grinned when he saw Yongguk’s smirk. “You.” He stepped back and motioned him in. “You can come in.”
Himchan glared hard at him. “And don’t think I forgot about you running into me in the hallway earlier and not even apologizing, Yoo Youngjae. Why were you on the check-in floor anyway? And what were you doing in such a big hurry?”
He bit his cheek and looked over at the blushing Yongguk.
Jongup let out a horrified squeak. “Oh my god, Youngjae!” He scrubbed his eyes and turned to scurry back into the bedroom.
Even though Himchan didn’t know what was going on, he still looked suspicious. “I’ll figure it out eventually.” He warned before chasing after his boyfriend.
The two remaining boys looked at each other, small smiles on their lips before Youngjae realized he was still shirtless. He spun around spotting his shirt on the floor and moved to grab it, but once again, Yongguk’s hand stopped him.
“I think it’s a little too late for modesty, don’t you?” He said softly, sitting down gingerly on the couch and patting the seat beside him.
“You still hurting?” Youngjae flinched and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. “Sorry.” He murmured into his damp hair. Yongguk smelled like strawberry shampoo and he felt dirty touching him when he had been too lazy to even take a shower when he got home. “I’ll be gentler next time.” He promised, a sly grin pulling at his lips.
Yongguk snorted. “Next time? I thought next time only extended to the phone?”
“Mmm.” He traced his tongue down the other boy’s jaw line, enjoying the way his breath stuttered. “I wouldn’t say no to a next time however I can get it.”
Their lips brushed together once, twice, three times before Yongguk got impatient, his fingers clasping at Youngjae’s waist, bringing him in to cover his body.
“Next time sounds pretty good.” Yongguk whispered. “And here I was, under the impression that you never had the same playmates twice.”
Youngjae growled playfully into his mouth. “Your cousin is an idiot. Just because I don’t want to date boys like him, that call me every five minutes and demand to know every single thing I do when we’re apart, doesn’t mean I’m not open to the idea of taking someone twice.” His eyes lit up in humor. “Or three times, or more, I’d just have to see.”
“Less talking.” Yongguk demanded. “You asked me what I wanted from you on the phone. And I’m still waiting for you to touch me.
Twenty minutes later Himchan skipped out of the bedroom, a smug grin plastered on his lips. “I’m taking Jonguppie home with m-“ He trailed off as he spotted the two boys on the couch, Youngjae’s hand already wrist deep inside Yongguk’s pants. “Yoo Youngjae.” He spat, eyes narrowing dangerously. “Out of all the people in the world you have to choose my motherfucking cousin.” Jongup grabbed his arm and tried to lead him back towards the bedroom, but he shook him off. “I tried to set you up with my brother, but noooo he wasn’t good enough for you. I tried introducing you to the boy who works at the coffee shop but no, not even going to happen. But you hear my cousin’s voice one damn time over the phone and now your hands are on his dick?!”
“Sit the fuck down and mind your own business, Himchan.” Yongguk ordered, his deep voice coming out a level too low. “Who I let touch my dick is none of your concern.”
Himchan pursed his lips and glared at them. “Yongguk I don’t think you understand how big of a whore Youngjae really is. No offense Youngjae.”
“A little offense taken.” Youngjae retorted.
“You’ll sleep with anything and wake up the next morning and leave without even a note. And as my boyfriend’s best friend, I’m okay with that. But now that you’re the guy who has the potential to take my cousin’s virginity, I’m going to have to put my foot down.”
Yongguk cringed and eyed Youngjae out of the corner of his eyes.
He was watching Himchan with a horrified expression. “Virginity?” He wheezed out. “Yongguk… Virgin… Huh?”
The pissed off black haired boy nodded and crossed his arms over his chest. “He grew up with very strict parents and he moved in with us to get away from them. So yes, my cousin is a virgin and I expect you to treat him with respect and decency.” His eyes narrowed at the nervous look the two boys shot each other. “Youngjae? Have you already slept with my cousin?” Himchan’s voice was tight and controlled, much to everyone in the room’s terror.
He shrugged and gave a small smile. “Well there wasn’t really any sleeping going on…” He screamed as Himchan’s body was suddenly on top of his, hands wrapped tightly around his throat. “Jong… Help!”