The Stranger On My Couch Part 2
A week had passed and Jongdae couldn’t help but peer hopefully into the waiting room each time he walked through the small hallway that connects his office with the patient’s room. He was so immersed in his own thoughts that he bumped into Baekhyun who stumbled backwards with a loud groan escaping his lips. Holding onto his hurting shoulder he threw Jongdae a knowing grin,
“Looking for someone in particular?”
Jongdae snorted and crossed his arms in front of his chest,
“No, just checking if my first patient of the day has already arrived.”
Baekhyun rolled his eyes at that before snatching the clipboard out of Jongdae’s tight grip, who desperately tried to get it back, but Baekhyun already dashed behind the counter of the reception using the poor receptionist as his shield,
“Your first appointment will come in at 9 am and it’s only 7:30am - so who are you trying to fool here?”
“Byun. Baekhyun. You give that back now.”
The stern look on Jongdae’s face only threw Baekhyun into a fit of laughter - waving the board in the air like some dumb trophy as he kept chanting,
“Jongdae and Sehun sitting on a tree~” he started to chirp but didn't get very far with his little song before Jongdae tackled him onto the floor and they rolled around pulling each other’s hair like teenage girls fighting over a pair of shoes.
The receptionist just grabbed her coffee and decides on ignoring her childish boss and the other dumb fellow - it’s hard to believe that both men had an IQ above average of the normal population.
She looked up at the door and noticed a young man slowly walking up to her - he was handsome with broad shoulders, and he was and carrying two take-out coffees in his hands. Lost in his attractive eyes, she twirled her black hair around her finger,
“May I help you?” she almost purred but the man was paying no attention to her as he leaned over the counter to look at her boss instead.
“Am I interrupting something?”
If Jongdae was a cat his ears would have perked up at the familiar voice but since he wasn’t his head shot up and hit the reception desk - whining at the throbbing pain that followed. Baekhyun fixed his clothes before jumping back to his feet as if nothing had ever happened.
“No, we just had a serious conversation about...genitals and their importance in life.” Baekhyun pointed out - hitting his fist onto his palm to prove his nonexistant point.
Jongdae just walked around the table and grabs Sehun’s arm to drag him inside his office and away from Baekhyun’s mischievous gaze.
“I was quite surprised that you didn’t show up for a whole week.”
“Did you miss me?” Sehun pushed one coffee cup into Jongdae’s hands before sitting down on the mocha-colored couch.
The coffee felt nice and warm in his hands and the corner of his eyes crinkled in delight as he took his first sip. His tastebuds welcomed the bitter liquid now sliding over his tongue and down his throat - one coffee was never enough to completely shake him awake so Jongdae was glad for the second cup.
“No, but I did miss the free coffee.”
Sehun laughed at that and crossed his long legs, jeans clinging to his thighs perfectly and Jongdae felt his mouth water - okay, maybe he did miss the other’s head popping in to his praxis just a little bit.
The younger was curiously running a finger over the headrest of the couch tracing it as if looking for dust to swipe off.
“I was thinking…”
This is already a bad sign if he’s tried to use his brain - Jongdae noted, recalling the one session where Sehun had told him that he felt like a piece of wood just drifting along the stream without a certain goal in mind.
“... to get my prostate checked - by you.” Since he knew that Jongdae was rather slow - he made sure to add the by you in the end. Sehun placed his coffee cup onto the small table made of glass while Jongdae almost dropped his own onto his favorite magenta carpet.
He played it safe, crossing the room to set the plastic cup down onto his working desk - this way only a few important documents would be ruined by coffee stains which Baekhyun would be in charge of retyping on his laptop after working hours.
Jongdae leaned back against the table, fingers laced together, along with a ‘you must be kidding me,’ expression sprawled across his face.
“Sehun, “ he massaged his throbbing temple, “I will absolutely NOT shove my digitus up your rectum.” Well phrased, Jongdae - that sentence was a piece of art - He internally patted his own shoulder before he met Sehun’s head tilted aside, mouth slightly open,
“Digi... Digi- what? I don’t want that but your slender finger inside of me - just as a precautionary measure of course.”
The door suddenly burst open, which had both men flinch a little only to adjust their gaze to the floor where a certain small doctor had just kissed the floor. Baekhyun quickly scrambled to his feet - finger pointing from Sehun to Jongdae as if his whole life had been a lie,
“You do not look like a bottom AT ALL - are you this thing called ‘top but bottom’ because I read about it a-and swore myself to never judge a book by its cover again but then Jongdae is an obvious bottom so you two would be like - lesbians?!” Whatever these things meant that stumbled out of his best friend’s mouth - Jongdae decided to put an end to it.
“Baek…” his voice was low and dangerous, “....were you eavesdropping?”
Baekhyun suddenly fell silent, nervously fumbling with the hem of his scrubs while guiltily chewing on his bottom lip like a little boy who had eaten all the candy even though his mother had told him not to.
“Just a little... because I overheard the word ‘prostate’ and thought it might get interesting so - “
“Go and treat Mr. Lee - he’ll be here soon.”
It looked like Baekhyun’s eyes were almost popping out of his head at that statement - he held up his hands like he was praying and whined like a kicked puppy ready to lick his master’s toes,
“My lord - please do not make me treat that evil man - with his bad breath and greasy hair! He smells like a piglet that just went all out in the cesspit!”
“You had it coming - enjoy washing that little piglet - goodbye, Mister Byun!” he motioned over to his receptionist who simply grabbed the flailing Baekhyun by his collar and dragged him outside, ignoring his wailing noises.
“... you two have a weird relationship.”
Sehun was now standing behind him - gently massaging his shoulders, and Jongdae allowed himself to lean into the touch a little more.
“He is my bad excuse of a best friend - but back to you, why for heaven’s sake do you want me to check your ‘special bundle of nerves’?”
If it was possible for your eyes to roll out of your head - it would surely have happened by now - Jongdae was like a naive church boy who thought that the word ‘sex’ alone could even impregnate a male.
“Easy - I just want your hands inside my pants - preferably your mouth but one finger would be a good start.” Oh god, now he is gaping at me like a goldfish - Sehun would have never expected a doctor to be this innocent but the red cheeks spoke for themselves.
Did the temperature inside his office rise or did someone literally light his pants on fire and he just hadn’t noticed it yet? Jongdae swallowed before turning around to meet Sehun’s suggestive grin - he didn’t receive a warning before he was picked up and seated on his table and yes - Baekhyun would have to work overtime tonight because the documents were basically having a pool party in the puddle of coffee.
“How about this - “ Sehun’s thumbs were circling over his sharp hip-bones as he leaned in closer to speak right into Jongdae’s ear,
“...you’ll touch me and if I get hard then I’ll accept that as proper treatment.”
“An erection has nothing to do with your pros - ah” a wet tongue outlined the shell of his ear and Jongdae’s voice broke into a small mewl, hands clinging onto the sharp edge of his table.
Sehun’s hand found his and slowly guided it to his pants, making it stroke over his growing bulge inside his pants.
“Y-you are already h-hard.”
It was adorable how a 29 year old doctor could stutter like a young boy asking for his first blow job - Sehun found it so very endearing - and that honey dripping voice, he had to have him.
“Are you sure?” a growl broke through the student’s lips as he unbuckled his belt with his free hand while the other was guiding Jongdae’s trembling one inside and under his briefs - releasing a shuddering breath in the progress.
Jongdae could have screamed for help or sent a hard kick to the other’s nuts but something was holding him back - made him crave for more. Sehun’s small pants and throaty moans had him stop hesitating and wrap his delicate fingers around the other’s erection, slowly stroking it.
He was pulsing and growing in his hands - how would it feel pressed inside of him, tearing him open, Jongdae whimpered at the mere thought and his own jeans grew tighter. He knew that Sehun was smirking at him but chose to ignore it - Sehun was eagerly circling his hips, bucking up into his hands obviously looking for his release.
Jongdae’s heart was thumping against his chest, precome was smearing all over his hand and making an obscene sound every time Sehun’s length slid through the tight ring his hand was forming. The (latter) had rested his forehead on his shoulder, groans breaking through the silence of the office before his muscles contracted and he blew his load into Jongdae’s hand and own briefs.
Their lips crashed together, teeth clashing and tongues met in a heated battle for dominance.
“Tell me you’ve got spare boxers with you.” Jongdae mumbled in between kisses and he could feel Sehun’s cheeky smile as he trailed kisses over his jawline.
“Who says you can’t go home without those - my pants look presentable after all.” he pointed out before sinking down onto his knees, pulling Jongdae’s zipper down with his teeth.
“We are inside my office - someone could hear - “ Everything he had thought of saying slipped out of his mind as a warm mouth embraced him and he threw his head back in a low, needy moan.
Sehun’s mouth was wet and the tip of his tongue was so sinfully good at sucking around his crown - there was no point in attempting any rational thinking at the moment. All he could feel was that delicious heat and skilled tongue swiping around his dick.
One hand fisted into Sehun’s blond hair while the other supported his weight on the table, the other’s possessive growl sending electrifying jolts down his erection, making him buck up his hips for more. The prickling sensation that was running over his spine reduced him to nothing but a mewling mess under the other’s ministrations.
A small whine echoed from the walls when cold air hit his cock, that was colored an angry red and curved up to his stomach - Sehun was stroking him agonizingly slow.
“S-sehun... more…” he wet his lips before biting down on the bottom one - gaze avoiding Sehun’s whose free hand had found its way to his neck.
“Go out with me.”
Give their current situation, Jongdae had not seen that question coming and he just wanted to hold up a big neon sign that pointed to his neglected cock which was crying out for attention. The other seemed to read his thoughts as he quickly added,
“... or I might have to leave you like this.”
Spawn of Satan - I will ram a shot up your rectum if you - EVIL! Jongdae swallowed his thoughts and tossed all his responsible, adult-like thoughts out of the window along with his pride as he shyly nodded his head,
“F-fine, but please, don’t stop.” he hated how weak and desperate he must have sounded but there was just a certain amount of blue balls a man could handle and Baekhyun would definitely never let him live this down.
“This Sunday, Gangnam Movie Theater at 8pm.”
There was no need or rather no time for any reply because a moment later his cock slid back into the wetness and warmth it had already been missing. Jongdae fisted both hands into blond hair this time and thrusted forward - not caring about being too rough since that brat had been having his way with him since the very beginning.
Sehun controlled his gag reflex and swallowed around Jongdae’s cock when the tip hit the back of his throat - he loved the sounds he drew from the other and how easily he had him melt under his palms.
He bobbed his head a few more times and allowed Jongdae to use his mouth as he pleases to reach his high - spurting his come down his throat which Sehun greedily swallowed. The grip in his hair loosened and he licked the corner of his lips - tasting him on his tongue before leaning in for another lazy kiss.
“I’ll see you on Sunday.”
It was a mere whisper against his lips but despite feeling boneless and completely exhausted, Jongdae reached out to apply a small slap to Sehun’s ass who winked at him over his retreating shoulder.
Jongdae wasn’t quite sure how this happened but whatever made Sehun chose him - he was damn lucky and like a giddy teenager he couldn’t wait for Sunday to come faster.
~*~
Fancy foreign cars passed him by as Jongdae locked his own silver Mercedes and left it in the parking lot that was located close to the movie theater where he was supposed to meet Sehun in about thirty minutes. He was early but he always was when he was looking forward to something.
Baekhyun had invaded his apartment this morning like a plague and dragged him out for some proper shopping because, “What hot-ass model guy would date a country bumpkin,” as his wise friend had spoken. So despite not being a morning person - Jongdae had been shoved into one expensive designer boutique after another until Baekhyun had finally picked out an outfit he was content with. Black tight jeans, a white tank top and a black leather jacket to escape his usual ‘stuck up’ self - Jongdae is still questioning why Baekhyun had become his best friend in the first place.
Especially since after their lunch break the other had insisted on checking out this new pet shop and almost talked Jongdae into buying him a white cockatoo so he could name her ‘Carissa’ since he would be awfully lonely now that his one and only best friend was flying high on cloud nine.
To Jongdae’s question why he would pick a Western name for the cockatoo, Baekhyun had simply shrugged and pointed out that he could teach her English - which had Jongdae hide his laughter behind one hand - because one reason why Byun Baekhyun had become a doctor was the fact that he had failed his English Literature class two years in a row.
The streets in Gangnam weren’t too busy and he enjoyed the different colors the district was illuminated with, a mix of blue, white and gold. He sat down on the stairs that led up to one of the most expensive yet famous dating spots for couples within Seoul. Jongdae was wondering how a mere college student could actually afford taking him to a place like this but then again he didn’t know all too much about the other yet - besides the fact that his every cell was craving for him.
It almost felt like he represented Alice in a way, lured through a rabbit hole into a whole new world that pulled him out of his safety zone step by step, and Sehun was the one leading him on to fly even higher.
He checked his silver watch - only ten more minutes to go and the inside of his tummy was doing little flips at every minute that ticked by. More couples passed him by and Jongdae couldn’t help but let his gaze flicker over every person that was getting off a taxi or exiting the bus stop across the street.
After the clock announced that Sehun was already ten minutes late - he started playing with his phone, trying to calm the insecure feeling that was nibbling on his heart. Maybe the other had simply missed the bus or was stuck in traffic - wouldn’t be that surprising on a Sunday night when every working soul was trying to get the most out of the last day of their weekend.
The night air was chilly and he pulled the leather jacket tighter to his shivering body - bypassers were eyeing him curiously but Jongdae simply ignored them.
One full hour had passed without a message from Sehun and a bitter smile had replaced his cheerful one from earlier. Maybe the other had just played with him after all - looking for a kick during his boring university life.
It had started to rain, small raindrops were hitting his nose and sliding down his cheek - he should head home, heat up some leftovers and study the cases that he would have to deal with tomorrow. Missy and Clover would probably be delighted if he’d spend a few more hours cuddling with them anyways - since he had been working a lot of overtime lately.
His heart felt like it was cramping and he felt like laughing over his own naivety especially since he would turn thirty next year.
Fairytales, fate - as expected, these things seemed to belong into cheesy novels or movies only - not a person’s head.
Jongdae opened the door of his Mercedes, throwing his bag onto the passenger’s seat as he combed through his slightly wet hair. Sliding into the driver’s seat and starting the engine he almost didn’t notice his phone that was buzzing inside his bag.
He hesitated, but then curiosity won over as he fished it out of his bag - eyebrow rising at the name that popped up on the screen,
“Jongin?” he and his neighbor were on good terms and despite having each other’s number for the younger boy coming over to cat-sit sometimes - they didn’t exchange more than formal greetings in the morning so there was only one reason why the other could be calling: Sehun.
“Doctor Kim - I-I don’t know what to do…” the other sounded frustrated, almost close to a panic attack and Jongdae used his calming voice as he asked him to tell him the reason why he was calling.
“S-sehun, he was beaten up badly and I just found him in the rain behind our university - I don’t know what to do please - “
“I’m on my way - for now just get both of you out of the rain!”
Jongdae’s head was spinning, he could almost feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he sped over the highway - engine roaring angrily at the aggressive way he was pressing down on the gas pedal but he couldn’t care less.
The police could have tried to pull him over and he’d have kept going - to the hell with a ticket or a trashed motor - all that he could think of was Sehun and that kept his foot glued down on the gas.
He reached Hongik University faster than he had ever reached work from where he lived and didn’t bother locking the door as he rushed straight into the direction of the place Jongin had texted him over the phone.
Jongdae immediately spotted the two boys sitting under the canopy on the stairs that led up to the main entrance. Sehun was more or less leaning on Jongin who had thrown something that looked like an old blanket around his friend.
When he came into sight - Jongin immediately helped Sehun stand and Jongdae slipped his head under Sehun’s arm to help Jongin carry him over to his car.
The bruises on the Sehun's face were already colored a deep purple and Jongdae felt his inside twisting - hopefully they were just bruises and nothing serious.
No words were exchanged during the car drive - Jongdae had decided to treat Sehun over at his place since Baekhyun usually took the key for the praxis over the weekend. He was glad that his apartment was a little praxis in itself and he had all the necessary utensils to treat the other properly.
Jongin was a nervous mess, tapping his shoes on the floor and biting his nails - Jongdae would send the boy to his own apartment or he would be in his way.
By the time they arrived at the apartment complex Sehun had regained consciousness and was groaning at the pain that was welling through all of his body. He blinked at two pairs of eyes that were scanning over him full of concern.
“How are you feeling - what happened?” Jongin immediately threw at him but Sehun just motioned him to be quiet - his friend could be super loud in the most unfitting situations.
“Jongin,” Jongdae’s voice was calm and reserved as he gently patted the other’s shoulder, “His injuries don’t appear to be that severe so you can go rest in your apartment while I’ll take care of disinfecting his wounds and checking for further damage.”
“But - “
“Rest - I will come and see you in the morning. Don’t worry.”
That statement was enough to make Jongin’s shoulders slump down in submission and he nodded his head. Sehun was supported by the other two and lowered on top of Jongdae’s couch in the living room before Jongin hesitantly left his best friend’s side to get himself dried up in his own apartment.
A heavy silence filled the room at first - Jongdae soaked a cloth into hot water and carefully wiped the blood stains off Sehun’s emotionless face. Clover was sitting right next to him - the small cat was watching his every move intensely as if he was making sure that he wasn’t doing anything wrong to the other human.
Jongdae felt guilty for his thoughts earlier while waiting for the other - he shouldn’t have lost faith this quickly.
“I’m sorry.” Jongdae looked up and met Sehun’s brown eyes resting on him. What was the other even apologizing for?
“Why are you apologizing? You were obviously held off.”
He gently trailed one finger over Sehun’s handsome face and said person caught it to lace their fingers together,
“... some people from my university have apparently been following me lately,” Sehun’s expression was shadowed, “So they found out about you and my interest in you which ended up in them calling us trash and a shame for the human race.” his other hand formed a fist and Jongdae could almost feel the anger that these words had freed inside of him.
“I wanted to ignore it because I was already running late but they kept on calling you names and I just snapped.” he sighed and rested his arm over his eyes. Jongdae sat next to him on the floor quietly, the cloth slowly slipping out of his hand as he sat up to press a chaste kiss onto Sehun’s lips gaining the other’s full attention,
“It’s sad how society hasn’t fully accepted to what seems different to their eyes - it wasn’t worth getting beaten up over but I do have admit that your bravery makes you even more attractive.”
He didn’t knew where these words had come from and the next moment he clamped a hand over his mouth while Sehun had sat up an amused grin playing over his lips.
“Now, I think it was totally worth to get these bruises if it coaxes such things out of you, Doctor Kim “
The desire to punch Sehun was strong but Jongdae settled for a fake glare since the other was indeed injured this time. He grabbed the balm and the bandaids and carefully applied them to the open cuts.
“No Pororo motifs this time - I’m disappointed, doc.”
If Sehun was already able to crack jokes again then Jongdae didn’t have much to worry about and his chest felt lighter again. A small chuckle escaped him and Sehun used this moment to pull him on top of him which had him release a very unmanly, high-pitched squeak,
“You are injured!”
Jongdae’s arms flailed as he was pulled closer against Sehun’s broad chest by two strong arms but he just hushed him by bringing their mouths together in a slow kiss.
“Never too injured for this.” he hummed cheekily as one hand snuck underneath the other’s shirt - finally feeling the warm skin he had been craving for since the first time he had woken up on this couch and caught sight of him.
“M-my cats are watching - Clover is still a kitten - he’ll be traumatized.” Well done, Jongdae. He’ll surely leave now, taking you for some crazy cat person.
However, Sehun simply rolled them around and pressed Jongdae further into the couch, lips out mapping every fiber he could reach, sucking on the milky skin to mark what from now on would belong to him - only at a quizzical mewl did he look at two cats staring up at him.
“Alright Clover, how about you and your buddy grab a cup of milk in the kitchen while I’ll take good care of your owner?”
Jongdae was at loss for words - if Oh Sehun had not already opened the door to his heart he now would have torn it down in one blow.
To his surprise Missy was wrapping her tail around Clover’s knowingly and with her sassy nose held up high strutted into the direction of the kitchen with a struggling Clover being dragged behind her.
“At least your cats listen well,” Sehun pointed out before gently nibbling on Jongdae’s earlobe, enjoying the small gasps he received in return.
They could both feel their sizzling chemistry in the atmosphere - like two missing puzzle pieces that had finally found each other to complete the full picture.
And maybe - only maybe, did Jongdae believe, for the first time in his life that something silly as fate could actually exist.
He pulled Sehun down for another kiss, mouths melding together and bodies burning up in something that would fully consume them over time - but that was alright.
“I think,” Jongdae paused to meet Sehun’s intense gaze on him, “I might keep you.”
Sehun’s answer came in the form of more kisses pressed down along his neck, chest, collarbones and wherever the could reach. There was still a long way for them to go but Sehun thought that maybe, for the first time in his life had found a harbor - one he would always return to no matter where his path would lead him in the near future.
Next door, Jongin had just heated up some meat stew when he heard the headboard crashing against the wall followed by a deep growl and drawn-out moan - he grabbed his jacket and texted his friend Kyungsoo that he was spending the night at his house.
Oh Sehun was indeed a handful.
“Looking for someone in particular?”
Jongdae snorted and crossed his arms in front of his chest,
“No, just checking if my first patient of the day has already arrived.”
Baekhyun rolled his eyes at that before snatching the clipboard out of Jongdae’s tight grip, who desperately tried to get it back, but Baekhyun already dashed behind the counter of the reception using the poor receptionist as his shield,
“Your first appointment will come in at 9 am and it’s only 7:30am - so who are you trying to fool here?”
“Byun. Baekhyun. You give that back now.”
The stern look on Jongdae’s face only threw Baekhyun into a fit of laughter - waving the board in the air like some dumb trophy as he kept chanting,
“Jongdae and Sehun sitting on a tree~” he started to chirp but didn't get very far with his little song before Jongdae tackled him onto the floor and they rolled around pulling each other’s hair like teenage girls fighting over a pair of shoes.
The receptionist just grabbed her coffee and decides on ignoring her childish boss and the other dumb fellow - it’s hard to believe that both men had an IQ above average of the normal population.
She looked up at the door and noticed a young man slowly walking up to her - he was handsome with broad shoulders, and he was and carrying two take-out coffees in his hands. Lost in his attractive eyes, she twirled her black hair around her finger,
“May I help you?” she almost purred but the man was paying no attention to her as he leaned over the counter to look at her boss instead.
“Am I interrupting something?”
If Jongdae was a cat his ears would have perked up at the familiar voice but since he wasn’t his head shot up and hit the reception desk - whining at the throbbing pain that followed. Baekhyun fixed his clothes before jumping back to his feet as if nothing had ever happened.
“No, we just had a serious conversation about...genitals and their importance in life.” Baekhyun pointed out - hitting his fist onto his palm to prove his nonexistant point.
Jongdae just walked around the table and grabs Sehun’s arm to drag him inside his office and away from Baekhyun’s mischievous gaze.
“I was quite surprised that you didn’t show up for a whole week.”
“Did you miss me?” Sehun pushed one coffee cup into Jongdae’s hands before sitting down on the mocha-colored couch.
The coffee felt nice and warm in his hands and the corner of his eyes crinkled in delight as he took his first sip. His tastebuds welcomed the bitter liquid now sliding over his tongue and down his throat - one coffee was never enough to completely shake him awake so Jongdae was glad for the second cup.
“No, but I did miss the free coffee.”
Sehun laughed at that and crossed his long legs, jeans clinging to his thighs perfectly and Jongdae felt his mouth water - okay, maybe he did miss the other’s head popping in to his praxis just a little bit.
The younger was curiously running a finger over the headrest of the couch tracing it as if looking for dust to swipe off.
“I was thinking…”
This is already a bad sign if he’s tried to use his brain - Jongdae noted, recalling the one session where Sehun had told him that he felt like a piece of wood just drifting along the stream without a certain goal in mind.
“... to get my prostate checked - by you.” Since he knew that Jongdae was rather slow - he made sure to add the by you in the end. Sehun placed his coffee cup onto the small table made of glass while Jongdae almost dropped his own onto his favorite magenta carpet.
He played it safe, crossing the room to set the plastic cup down onto his working desk - this way only a few important documents would be ruined by coffee stains which Baekhyun would be in charge of retyping on his laptop after working hours.
Jongdae leaned back against the table, fingers laced together, along with a ‘you must be kidding me,’ expression sprawled across his face.
“Sehun, “ he massaged his throbbing temple, “I will absolutely NOT shove my digitus up your rectum.” Well phrased, Jongdae - that sentence was a piece of art - He internally patted his own shoulder before he met Sehun’s head tilted aside, mouth slightly open,
“Digi... Digi- what? I don’t want that but your slender finger inside of me - just as a precautionary measure of course.”
The door suddenly burst open, which had both men flinch a little only to adjust their gaze to the floor where a certain small doctor had just kissed the floor. Baekhyun quickly scrambled to his feet - finger pointing from Sehun to Jongdae as if his whole life had been a lie,
“You do not look like a bottom AT ALL - are you this thing called ‘top but bottom’ because I read about it a-and swore myself to never judge a book by its cover again but then Jongdae is an obvious bottom so you two would be like - lesbians?!” Whatever these things meant that stumbled out of his best friend’s mouth - Jongdae decided to put an end to it.
“Baek…” his voice was low and dangerous, “....were you eavesdropping?”
Baekhyun suddenly fell silent, nervously fumbling with the hem of his scrubs while guiltily chewing on his bottom lip like a little boy who had eaten all the candy even though his mother had told him not to.
“Just a little... because I overheard the word ‘prostate’ and thought it might get interesting so - “
“Go and treat Mr. Lee - he’ll be here soon.”
It looked like Baekhyun’s eyes were almost popping out of his head at that statement - he held up his hands like he was praying and whined like a kicked puppy ready to lick his master’s toes,
“My lord - please do not make me treat that evil man - with his bad breath and greasy hair! He smells like a piglet that just went all out in the cesspit!”
“You had it coming - enjoy washing that little piglet - goodbye, Mister Byun!” he motioned over to his receptionist who simply grabbed the flailing Baekhyun by his collar and dragged him outside, ignoring his wailing noises.
“... you two have a weird relationship.”
Sehun was now standing behind him - gently massaging his shoulders, and Jongdae allowed himself to lean into the touch a little more.
“He is my bad excuse of a best friend - but back to you, why for heaven’s sake do you want me to check your ‘special bundle of nerves’?”
If it was possible for your eyes to roll out of your head - it would surely have happened by now - Jongdae was like a naive church boy who thought that the word ‘sex’ alone could even impregnate a male.
“Easy - I just want your hands inside my pants - preferably your mouth but one finger would be a good start.” Oh god, now he is gaping at me like a goldfish - Sehun would have never expected a doctor to be this innocent but the red cheeks spoke for themselves.
Did the temperature inside his office rise or did someone literally light his pants on fire and he just hadn’t noticed it yet? Jongdae swallowed before turning around to meet Sehun’s suggestive grin - he didn’t receive a warning before he was picked up and seated on his table and yes - Baekhyun would have to work overtime tonight because the documents were basically having a pool party in the puddle of coffee.
“How about this - “ Sehun’s thumbs were circling over his sharp hip-bones as he leaned in closer to speak right into Jongdae’s ear,
“...you’ll touch me and if I get hard then I’ll accept that as proper treatment.”
“An erection has nothing to do with your pros - ah” a wet tongue outlined the shell of his ear and Jongdae’s voice broke into a small mewl, hands clinging onto the sharp edge of his table.
Sehun’s hand found his and slowly guided it to his pants, making it stroke over his growing bulge inside his pants.
“Y-you are already h-hard.”
It was adorable how a 29 year old doctor could stutter like a young boy asking for his first blow job - Sehun found it so very endearing - and that honey dripping voice, he had to have him.
“Are you sure?” a growl broke through the student’s lips as he unbuckled his belt with his free hand while the other was guiding Jongdae’s trembling one inside and under his briefs - releasing a shuddering breath in the progress.
Jongdae could have screamed for help or sent a hard kick to the other’s nuts but something was holding him back - made him crave for more. Sehun’s small pants and throaty moans had him stop hesitating and wrap his delicate fingers around the other’s erection, slowly stroking it.
He was pulsing and growing in his hands - how would it feel pressed inside of him, tearing him open, Jongdae whimpered at the mere thought and his own jeans grew tighter. He knew that Sehun was smirking at him but chose to ignore it - Sehun was eagerly circling his hips, bucking up into his hands obviously looking for his release.
Jongdae’s heart was thumping against his chest, precome was smearing all over his hand and making an obscene sound every time Sehun’s length slid through the tight ring his hand was forming. The (latter) had rested his forehead on his shoulder, groans breaking through the silence of the office before his muscles contracted and he blew his load into Jongdae’s hand and own briefs.
Their lips crashed together, teeth clashing and tongues met in a heated battle for dominance.
“Tell me you’ve got spare boxers with you.” Jongdae mumbled in between kisses and he could feel Sehun’s cheeky smile as he trailed kisses over his jawline.
“Who says you can’t go home without those - my pants look presentable after all.” he pointed out before sinking down onto his knees, pulling Jongdae’s zipper down with his teeth.
“We are inside my office - someone could hear - “ Everything he had thought of saying slipped out of his mind as a warm mouth embraced him and he threw his head back in a low, needy moan.
Sehun’s mouth was wet and the tip of his tongue was so sinfully good at sucking around his crown - there was no point in attempting any rational thinking at the moment. All he could feel was that delicious heat and skilled tongue swiping around his dick.
One hand fisted into Sehun’s blond hair while the other supported his weight on the table, the other’s possessive growl sending electrifying jolts down his erection, making him buck up his hips for more. The prickling sensation that was running over his spine reduced him to nothing but a mewling mess under the other’s ministrations.
A small whine echoed from the walls when cold air hit his cock, that was colored an angry red and curved up to his stomach - Sehun was stroking him agonizingly slow.
“S-sehun... more…” he wet his lips before biting down on the bottom one - gaze avoiding Sehun’s whose free hand had found its way to his neck.
“Go out with me.”
Give their current situation, Jongdae had not seen that question coming and he just wanted to hold up a big neon sign that pointed to his neglected cock which was crying out for attention. The other seemed to read his thoughts as he quickly added,
“... or I might have to leave you like this.”
Spawn of Satan - I will ram a shot up your rectum if you - EVIL! Jongdae swallowed his thoughts and tossed all his responsible, adult-like thoughts out of the window along with his pride as he shyly nodded his head,
“F-fine, but please, don’t stop.” he hated how weak and desperate he must have sounded but there was just a certain amount of blue balls a man could handle and Baekhyun would definitely never let him live this down.
“This Sunday, Gangnam Movie Theater at 8pm.”
There was no need or rather no time for any reply because a moment later his cock slid back into the wetness and warmth it had already been missing. Jongdae fisted both hands into blond hair this time and thrusted forward - not caring about being too rough since that brat had been having his way with him since the very beginning.
Sehun controlled his gag reflex and swallowed around Jongdae’s cock when the tip hit the back of his throat - he loved the sounds he drew from the other and how easily he had him melt under his palms.
He bobbed his head a few more times and allowed Jongdae to use his mouth as he pleases to reach his high - spurting his come down his throat which Sehun greedily swallowed. The grip in his hair loosened and he licked the corner of his lips - tasting him on his tongue before leaning in for another lazy kiss.
“I’ll see you on Sunday.”
It was a mere whisper against his lips but despite feeling boneless and completely exhausted, Jongdae reached out to apply a small slap to Sehun’s ass who winked at him over his retreating shoulder.
Jongdae wasn’t quite sure how this happened but whatever made Sehun chose him - he was damn lucky and like a giddy teenager he couldn’t wait for Sunday to come faster.
~*~
Fancy foreign cars passed him by as Jongdae locked his own silver Mercedes and left it in the parking lot that was located close to the movie theater where he was supposed to meet Sehun in about thirty minutes. He was early but he always was when he was looking forward to something.
Baekhyun had invaded his apartment this morning like a plague and dragged him out for some proper shopping because, “What hot-ass model guy would date a country bumpkin,” as his wise friend had spoken. So despite not being a morning person - Jongdae had been shoved into one expensive designer boutique after another until Baekhyun had finally picked out an outfit he was content with. Black tight jeans, a white tank top and a black leather jacket to escape his usual ‘stuck up’ self - Jongdae is still questioning why Baekhyun had become his best friend in the first place.
Especially since after their lunch break the other had insisted on checking out this new pet shop and almost talked Jongdae into buying him a white cockatoo so he could name her ‘Carissa’ since he would be awfully lonely now that his one and only best friend was flying high on cloud nine.
To Jongdae’s question why he would pick a Western name for the cockatoo, Baekhyun had simply shrugged and pointed out that he could teach her English - which had Jongdae hide his laughter behind one hand - because one reason why Byun Baekhyun had become a doctor was the fact that he had failed his English Literature class two years in a row.
The streets in Gangnam weren’t too busy and he enjoyed the different colors the district was illuminated with, a mix of blue, white and gold. He sat down on the stairs that led up to one of the most expensive yet famous dating spots for couples within Seoul. Jongdae was wondering how a mere college student could actually afford taking him to a place like this but then again he didn’t know all too much about the other yet - besides the fact that his every cell was craving for him.
It almost felt like he represented Alice in a way, lured through a rabbit hole into a whole new world that pulled him out of his safety zone step by step, and Sehun was the one leading him on to fly even higher.
He checked his silver watch - only ten more minutes to go and the inside of his tummy was doing little flips at every minute that ticked by. More couples passed him by and Jongdae couldn’t help but let his gaze flicker over every person that was getting off a taxi or exiting the bus stop across the street.
After the clock announced that Sehun was already ten minutes late - he started playing with his phone, trying to calm the insecure feeling that was nibbling on his heart. Maybe the other had simply missed the bus or was stuck in traffic - wouldn’t be that surprising on a Sunday night when every working soul was trying to get the most out of the last day of their weekend.
The night air was chilly and he pulled the leather jacket tighter to his shivering body - bypassers were eyeing him curiously but Jongdae simply ignored them.
One full hour had passed without a message from Sehun and a bitter smile had replaced his cheerful one from earlier. Maybe the other had just played with him after all - looking for a kick during his boring university life.
It had started to rain, small raindrops were hitting his nose and sliding down his cheek - he should head home, heat up some leftovers and study the cases that he would have to deal with tomorrow. Missy and Clover would probably be delighted if he’d spend a few more hours cuddling with them anyways - since he had been working a lot of overtime lately.
His heart felt like it was cramping and he felt like laughing over his own naivety especially since he would turn thirty next year.
Fairytales, fate - as expected, these things seemed to belong into cheesy novels or movies only - not a person’s head.
Jongdae opened the door of his Mercedes, throwing his bag onto the passenger’s seat as he combed through his slightly wet hair. Sliding into the driver’s seat and starting the engine he almost didn’t notice his phone that was buzzing inside his bag.
He hesitated, but then curiosity won over as he fished it out of his bag - eyebrow rising at the name that popped up on the screen,
“Jongin?” he and his neighbor were on good terms and despite having each other’s number for the younger boy coming over to cat-sit sometimes - they didn’t exchange more than formal greetings in the morning so there was only one reason why the other could be calling: Sehun.
“Doctor Kim - I-I don’t know what to do…” the other sounded frustrated, almost close to a panic attack and Jongdae used his calming voice as he asked him to tell him the reason why he was calling.
“S-sehun, he was beaten up badly and I just found him in the rain behind our university - I don’t know what to do please - “
“I’m on my way - for now just get both of you out of the rain!”
Jongdae’s head was spinning, he could almost feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he sped over the highway - engine roaring angrily at the aggressive way he was pressing down on the gas pedal but he couldn’t care less.
The police could have tried to pull him over and he’d have kept going - to the hell with a ticket or a trashed motor - all that he could think of was Sehun and that kept his foot glued down on the gas.
He reached Hongik University faster than he had ever reached work from where he lived and didn’t bother locking the door as he rushed straight into the direction of the place Jongin had texted him over the phone.
Jongdae immediately spotted the two boys sitting under the canopy on the stairs that led up to the main entrance. Sehun was more or less leaning on Jongin who had thrown something that looked like an old blanket around his friend.
When he came into sight - Jongin immediately helped Sehun stand and Jongdae slipped his head under Sehun’s arm to help Jongin carry him over to his car.
The bruises on the Sehun's face were already colored a deep purple and Jongdae felt his inside twisting - hopefully they were just bruises and nothing serious.
No words were exchanged during the car drive - Jongdae had decided to treat Sehun over at his place since Baekhyun usually took the key for the praxis over the weekend. He was glad that his apartment was a little praxis in itself and he had all the necessary utensils to treat the other properly.
Jongin was a nervous mess, tapping his shoes on the floor and biting his nails - Jongdae would send the boy to his own apartment or he would be in his way.
By the time they arrived at the apartment complex Sehun had regained consciousness and was groaning at the pain that was welling through all of his body. He blinked at two pairs of eyes that were scanning over him full of concern.
“How are you feeling - what happened?” Jongin immediately threw at him but Sehun just motioned him to be quiet - his friend could be super loud in the most unfitting situations.
“Jongin,” Jongdae’s voice was calm and reserved as he gently patted the other’s shoulder, “His injuries don’t appear to be that severe so you can go rest in your apartment while I’ll take care of disinfecting his wounds and checking for further damage.”
“But - “
“Rest - I will come and see you in the morning. Don’t worry.”
That statement was enough to make Jongin’s shoulders slump down in submission and he nodded his head. Sehun was supported by the other two and lowered on top of Jongdae’s couch in the living room before Jongin hesitantly left his best friend’s side to get himself dried up in his own apartment.
A heavy silence filled the room at first - Jongdae soaked a cloth into hot water and carefully wiped the blood stains off Sehun’s emotionless face. Clover was sitting right next to him - the small cat was watching his every move intensely as if he was making sure that he wasn’t doing anything wrong to the other human.
Jongdae felt guilty for his thoughts earlier while waiting for the other - he shouldn’t have lost faith this quickly.
“I’m sorry.” Jongdae looked up and met Sehun’s brown eyes resting on him. What was the other even apologizing for?
“Why are you apologizing? You were obviously held off.”
He gently trailed one finger over Sehun’s handsome face and said person caught it to lace their fingers together,
“... some people from my university have apparently been following me lately,” Sehun’s expression was shadowed, “So they found out about you and my interest in you which ended up in them calling us trash and a shame for the human race.” his other hand formed a fist and Jongdae could almost feel the anger that these words had freed inside of him.
“I wanted to ignore it because I was already running late but they kept on calling you names and I just snapped.” he sighed and rested his arm over his eyes. Jongdae sat next to him on the floor quietly, the cloth slowly slipping out of his hand as he sat up to press a chaste kiss onto Sehun’s lips gaining the other’s full attention,
“It’s sad how society hasn’t fully accepted to what seems different to their eyes - it wasn’t worth getting beaten up over but I do have admit that your bravery makes you even more attractive.”
He didn’t knew where these words had come from and the next moment he clamped a hand over his mouth while Sehun had sat up an amused grin playing over his lips.
“Now, I think it was totally worth to get these bruises if it coaxes such things out of you, Doctor Kim “
The desire to punch Sehun was strong but Jongdae settled for a fake glare since the other was indeed injured this time. He grabbed the balm and the bandaids and carefully applied them to the open cuts.
“No Pororo motifs this time - I’m disappointed, doc.”
If Sehun was already able to crack jokes again then Jongdae didn’t have much to worry about and his chest felt lighter again. A small chuckle escaped him and Sehun used this moment to pull him on top of him which had him release a very unmanly, high-pitched squeak,
“You are injured!”
Jongdae’s arms flailed as he was pulled closer against Sehun’s broad chest by two strong arms but he just hushed him by bringing their mouths together in a slow kiss.
“Never too injured for this.” he hummed cheekily as one hand snuck underneath the other’s shirt - finally feeling the warm skin he had been craving for since the first time he had woken up on this couch and caught sight of him.
“M-my cats are watching - Clover is still a kitten - he’ll be traumatized.” Well done, Jongdae. He’ll surely leave now, taking you for some crazy cat person.
However, Sehun simply rolled them around and pressed Jongdae further into the couch, lips out mapping every fiber he could reach, sucking on the milky skin to mark what from now on would belong to him - only at a quizzical mewl did he look at two cats staring up at him.
“Alright Clover, how about you and your buddy grab a cup of milk in the kitchen while I’ll take good care of your owner?”
Jongdae was at loss for words - if Oh Sehun had not already opened the door to his heart he now would have torn it down in one blow.
To his surprise Missy was wrapping her tail around Clover’s knowingly and with her sassy nose held up high strutted into the direction of the kitchen with a struggling Clover being dragged behind her.
“At least your cats listen well,” Sehun pointed out before gently nibbling on Jongdae’s earlobe, enjoying the small gasps he received in return.
They could both feel their sizzling chemistry in the atmosphere - like two missing puzzle pieces that had finally found each other to complete the full picture.
And maybe - only maybe, did Jongdae believe, for the first time in his life that something silly as fate could actually exist.
He pulled Sehun down for another kiss, mouths melding together and bodies burning up in something that would fully consume them over time - but that was alright.
“I think,” Jongdae paused to meet Sehun’s intense gaze on him, “I might keep you.”
Sehun’s answer came in the form of more kisses pressed down along his neck, chest, collarbones and wherever the could reach. There was still a long way for them to go but Sehun thought that maybe, for the first time in his life had found a harbor - one he would always return to no matter where his path would lead him in the near future.
Next door, Jongin had just heated up some meat stew when he heard the headboard crashing against the wall followed by a deep growl and drawn-out moan - he grabbed his jacket and texted his friend Kyungsoo that he was spending the night at his house.
Oh Sehun was indeed a handful.