The rules are; there are no rules [1/2]
Title: The rules are; there are no rules
Pairings: Junseung, Dooseung, Kiseung and a few ninjas
Rating: NC17
Genre: Smut
Summary: Kikwang and Doojoon compete against each other for an alluring stranger but neither realises that someone else has already won the game.
Notes: Cookies and love to anyone who guesses the Ninja pairings :D
Junhyung throws himself into the opposite side of the booth from Kikwang and Doojoon, instantly pulling out his phone. They reach for their beers in unison, Kikwang taking a long chug that makes Doojoon chuckle. ‘Pace yourself there, Kiddo. Don’t want you getting too drunk too fast’ He gives the younger a playful slap on the shoulder and Kikwang nearly spills half of it down his shirt. He splutters as he glares at his Hyung. ‘Where’s this amazing boyfriend of yours that you’ve been raving about all week then?’ Doojoon asks, turning his attention to Junhyung who is still busy texting. ‘On his way’ He murmurs distractedly. His phone beeps a few moments later and he finally looks up. ‘He’s outside’
Kikwang and Doojoon sit forwards, the three craning their necks towards the entrance. ‘Is that him?’ Kikwang asks, a man with large eyes and blonde hair steps inside. He looks like an ulzzang, probably is. He’s tall and lean, thick bleached hair and a wiry but muscular frame. He’s pretty, a little too pretty and Doojoon gives a soft chuckle as a second man with red hair appears at his side. He’s not as handsome as the first but he has his own charm that the blonde is clearly smitten by. ‘Don’t think so, Kwangie-yah’. They wait and watch as a few more people enter. There’s a man with black hair, more muscular than the blonde, who sort of resembles a pigeon with a puffed out chest though he joins the pretty man and his boyfriend after getting a drink from the bar.
‘What about her?’ Kikwang asks as a girl with bright orange hair steps in. There are four other girls with her and they all look equally fierce, equally beautiful. They’re a little intimidating. Two of the girls look barely legal to be in the club, one definitely looking under age but the girl with orange hair and another with shorter hair lead the other three in with confident steps and gleaming heels. Junhyung thinks they’d be cool to hang around with. ‘We’re looking for his boyfriend’ Doojoon deadpans.
‘What about him?’ Kikwang asks again, motioning to a man who looks roughly the same age as them. His face is pleasant, a little puffy around the edges but all in all he’s rather attractive. Junhyung shakes his head. No. They watch the boy for a few moments as he stops and looks around. His eyes light up into an endearing smile as he catches sight of someone he knows. It sort of lights up the room somehow. His eyes crease and disappear into half-moons and the single moment is ruined as he trips on seemingly nothing. They watch in horror as he tumbles, bangs shoulders with a waiter and sends a tray of drinks to the floor. A girl screams, her white dress ruined by a splatter of wine and beer and there’s more boys rushing over. They turn back to the next boy.
Junhyung’s phone vibrates and he tears his eyes away from the ginger haired boy who enters, a little regretful because he briefly sees the curve of the man’s ass as he turns to his friends and dear god those pants should be illegal. I’m at the bar. His eyes flicker up and he smiles as his boyfriend catches his eye then turns away. Tease. ‘It’s not him is it Jun-ah?’ Junhyung looks up to find Doojoon gazing at the ginger haired boy and he shakes his head. The boy in question seems to be caught between an older looking boy with a perfect smile and another who is ridiculously tall. He’s seen him somewhere before. Somewhere recently, though he’s not sure where. ‘He looks familiar’ Junhyung absently scratches at the corner of his lip. ‘He looks like Bi’ Chirps Kikwang and realisation hits them.
His eyes fall back to the bar where the other seems to be taking his sweet time. His boyfriend leans over the bar, finally having caught the attention of the barman and points to one of the bottles at the back. The waiter looks a little unsure. He’s probably asking for something strong again. But the waiter caves and Junhyung thinks he probably used the same look that got Junhyung to buy him that ice-cream last week.
‘Well what do we have here then?’ Doojoon’s voice breaks through his thoughts and he realises that the other two have turned to see what he’s looking at. From behind they have a good view of the other male, his lean back and slender legs. He’s wearing a simple white shirt and tight skinny jeans but it’s enough to hug all the right places and though his ass is nowhere near as big as the ginger haired male’s, it looks just as tempting. Doojoon lifts his glass, set on draining the last few mouthfuls as Kikwang hums in appreciation, wetting his lower lip with his tongue. ‘I call dibs’ He says suddenly, much to his companions’ surprise. Doojoon splutters, spraying beer on Kikwang’s sleeve. The younger yelps and delivers a swift punch to his shoulder. ‘Eww - Hyung~’ Whines the younger. ‘I’m eldest. I should get dibs’ Doojoon turns to Junhyung for back up though his eyes have already returned to the boy at the bar.
‘How about we make a deal’ Junhyung says, leaning over the table. The other two, clearly interested, move in a little closer too and he points a finger in the direction of the other man. ‘First person to get his name gets dibs’ the other two look at him for a moment, then the handsome stranger at the bar and then finally each other. Junhyung can see imaginary cogs in their heads, summing up whether or not they stand a chance against the other. ‘I’ll do it’ Chirps Kikwang, throwing a hand in the air. ‘I’ll get his number for sure’ He winks at Junhyung, even as Doojoon scoffs and he knows that with Kikwang’s declaration, Doojoon will rise to the challenge. ‘Not if I get it first’ Doojoon grumbles, pushing Kikwang back into his seat. Junhyung laughs. They don’t realise they’ve already lost before they’ve even started. ‘What are the rules, Hyung?’ Kikwang stands up again; trying to avoid Doojoon’s pushing hands. Junhyung hums quietly as he looks down at his phone. Why were you all staring at me? See something you like? He grins and looks at the two.
‘The rules are; there are no rules’
They finish their round before Doojoon and Kikwang break into a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide who goes first. The first two games end in a tie and Kikwang comes out victorious with paper on the third game. Doojoon mourns his loss against the table top, a gentle hiccup escaping as his shoulders shudder and Kikwang has the decency not to rub his victory in the older man’s face… well, not too much. Junhyung pays them no attention, once again busy with his phone. We’re having a competition. Just go with it. But don’t give out your name. The boy at the bar glances down at his phone as Kikwang slips passed Doojoon and out of the booth. He quirks a brow and tucks his phone away. If this is what Junhyung wants…
Kikwang brushes down the front of his silk shirt as he makes his way towards the brown-haired boy Junhyung had been staring at earlier. He squares his shoulders, head held high and he feels his smile grow a little as the other makes eye contact and turns away. Ah, He’s a shy one. Kikwang turns to see Doojoon and Junhyung watching and flashes a victory sign before settling himself at the bar. The boy looks at him from the corner of his eye and takes a slow, careful sip from the tumbler in his hand. It looks like Jack Daniels. The barman appears and Kikwang orders himself another beer. He turns to the boy, admiring the silky brown curls when the other casts a curious gaze his way. Kikwang’s lips turn up in the corners and he turns back to the barman. ‘And another of whatever he’s drinking’ the barman doesn’t question him and Kikwang finds himself reaching out a hand. ‘Hi, I’m Kikwang’ the other male looks down at his hand, eyes flickering from Kikwang’s thick lips to his dark eyes and back to the hand. He drains the last of his drink and stretches his own hand out. ‘I - It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kikwang-sshi’.
Up close this man is handsome; a strong jaw, curved nose and wide doe-like eyes. Kikwang smiles. His skin is a pale white and his high cheekbones are flushed pink. He could easily say this man was pretty. ‘What did you say?’ The boy turns to look at him, features tense and drawn and dear god he’s done it again. He’s said his thoughts out loud. ‘I’m sorry - I say things - I didn’t mean it’ Kikwang flushes under his gaze and realises that no, he’s not pretty. He’s stunning. ‘I don’t like being called pretty’ says the man as the bartender returns with fresh tumbler of Jack Daniels. He downs it in one and his features soften as he turns back to Kikwang. ‘I guess I can forgive you though’ He slides a hand down Kikwang’s arm and signals for another drink.
Several shots later, Kikwang can feel a fuzzy glow somewhere in his chest, or is it his stomach? The stranger laughs at something he says, throwing his head back and Kikwang is drawn to the way the light hits his Adam’s apple. His laugh is pleasant, certainly masculine and the dimmed lighting gives his skin a translucent-like glowing effect. He tugs at his shirt collar, fanning stiff cotton against his neck. It doesn’t really help. Kikwang sways in his seat a little, regretfully thinking that maybe Doojoon was right. He should have paced himself better. He’s talking to this boy for a reason but he can’t exactly remember what it is. ‘Kikwang-sshi, is something the matter?’ The other asks, a flash of pink tongue to moisten his lips and a hand on Kikwang’s shoulder. Kikwang nods, spell bound. He can smell the other’s cologne. It’s familiar but he can’t recall why.
‘Maybe you should go back to your friends. I think you’ve had too much’ His smile is playful but Kikwang misses the glint of amusement in his eyes. ‘No. No’ He insists and he leans closer to the curly haired boy. ‘I’m not done yet’ Kikwang whines, pressing his lips out into a pout. The male chuckles and pinches his cheek, pulling their faces a little closer. ‘You’re too cute, Lee Kikwang’. The male chuckles and his fingers drop to the top button of Kikwang’s black shirt. ‘You’re looking a little flushed though’ His face is mere inches from Kikwang’s now and he realises belatedly that the older man is working open his third button by now. The stranger turns away, and slides graceful fingers into his glass. Kikwang watches in confusion as they curl around a quickly melting ice cube.
He watches in fascination as the other draws it to his mouth, rubbing the cool ice against his lip and then there’s another flash of pink tongue, swirling around the tip. Kikwang purrs, openly pressing his palm to the front of his trousers. He watches the other lick the ice, watches as it gets smaller and smaller, his lips getting shinier. God, he’s so turned on right now. The man reaches out once it’s considerably diminished and rubs his cool fingers and the last of the remaining ice against Kikwang’s burning throat. They drop to dance at the edge of his collar bone, spreading ice cool water down the exposed section of his chest and Kikwang is startled to realise the other has undone his shirt to his navel. Was he really that drunk?
His eyes crease in the corners and Kikwang suddenly feels a blinding sense of irritation towards the other male. Why is he still sober and why won’t he let Kikwang call him pretty? He wraps his hand around the back of the older boy’s head and presses his fingers into thick curls. They’re soft and silky to the touch and he’s a little tempted to bury his other hand in them too. Instead he leans forwards, pressing his lips to the thinner ones of the other man.
He’s stiff at first, unresponsive to Kikwang’s warm lips but the hand in his hair starts moving in slow circles and he remembers that Junhyung said just to go with it. If Junhyung doesn’t like what’s going on he’s sure the other man will put a stop to it. Kikwang’s tongue nudges at his lower lip and he parts them to allow him in. Kikwang groans, pushing himself off the seat and closer till he’s stood between his companion’s legs. The curly haired man tastes like Bourbon mixed with Chocolate ice-cream and it’s so addicting.
Junhyung shifts in his seat, watching the pair over Doojoon’s bent head. The older male is sulking at his apparent loss. There’s a small niggling voice in the back of Junhyung’s head that tells him he should be putting a stop to this. He should be getting out of his seat and ripping Kikwang away but… but there’s this other voice, nagging just a little louder; telling him that watching his boyfriend being kissed by one of his best friends is actually really hot. He shifts in his seat again, painfully aware of how tight his jeans are becoming and Doojoon eventually looks up from his slumped state. ‘Are they still making out?’ Junhyung looks up just in time to see one of Kikwang’s hands being slapped away from the other’s ass. ‘Yes’ He answers biting his lip.
Kikwang’s lips trail his jaw and he starts to press them to the stranger’s pale neck. He finally presses both hands into his curls, directing his head slightly to a side and he feels the other give a soft moan at his bites down gently on the exposed Adam’s apple. His head is spinning and the room is far too warm. Kikwang pulls away to kiss his jaw and the other male turns his head away when he tries to kiss his lips again. ‘What’s your name?’ Kikwang asks, not remembering the game but so damn curious. The stranger’s doe-eyes light up and he gently pushes Kikwang away with slender hands to his broad shoulders. ‘I think you’ve definitely had enough to drink now, Lee Kikwang’ He backs Kikwang onto one of the barstools and presses his lips to the boy’s cheek. ‘I’ll see you later. Now, go back to your friends’ Kikwang reaches out, finger tips grazing the other male’s elbow but he slips out of his grasp and disappears into the crowd.
‘Kikwang, I swear. If you came back here to gloat I’m going to-‘Doojoon is cut off as Kikwang presses his warm left-over beer into his hand. ‘Save it, Hyung. I lost’ Doojoon’s head snaps up in surprise and he stares, wide-eyed at the younger boy. His mouth falls open. ‘But How? You were - ’ He gestures wildly towards the bar, ignorant to the way Kikwang cradles his head on the table. ‘I didn’t get his name’ He moans, though Junhyung isn’t sure whether it’s from the alcohol or the pretty boy that literally escaped his clutches. He reaches out and pats Kikwang’s head in what should be a comforting way. It only proceeds to make the boy moan more and Junhyung struggles to keep his amusement at bay. ‘Well, Hyung’ Junhyung turns to Doojoon who is scanning the room. ‘I guess it’s your turn. Now drink up, it’s my round’
He’s just getting served when arms slide around his torso, fingers linking over his chest and hot breath splaying across his neck. ‘You’re not being very nice to your friends, you know’ comes an amused voice as lips graze the skin just below his ear. Junhyung chuckles and wraps a cool hand over those at his chest. ‘Well you shouldn’t have been late then’ Teeth nip at his earlobe and he turns to pull his boyfriend into his arms. ‘You look good’ He smiles, tugging the curly haired man to his chest. He receives a husky chuckle in response and the taste of Kikwang on his boyfriend’s lips. He kisses him a little harder than usual, bites at his lower lip a little harder than usual and pulls away at the taste of coppery blood.
‘Shit, I’m sorry’ He cups the older man’s jaw and swipes his thumb across the corner of his lips. ‘It’s okay’ the other smirks, tongue darting out to brush Junhyung’s thumb. ‘Someone’s excited’ Junhyung just nods. ‘I’ve got to go before they see us’ He presses a brief kiss to Junhyung’s lips. ‘But before I do, why am I not telling them my name?’ Junhyung’s hands find his hips, pulling him back for another brief kiss before letting him go completely. ‘It’s a competition and I want to win’
He sits back down and slides two drinks across the table. Doojoon accepts the beer without much thought. He’s too busy looking for the curly haired beauty in the throng of dancers and he does see him from time to time. A brief flash of curls or a cool gaze before he disappears under strobe lights. Doojoon just needs to catch him.
‘Where’s this mysterious boyfriend of yours anyways?’ Kikwang asks after two glasses of ice-cold water. His voice sound clearer and he’s not clutching at his head anymore which is probably a good thing. Junhyung glances out to the dance floor though he can’t see the familiar face he’s looking for and when he turns back, Kikwang is pointing towards a group dancing in the corner. ‘Oh, he’s -’ Fingers brush his nape and he turns just in time to see a familiar trio walk passed their booth. So he brought his friends. ‘He’s around here somewhere’ He smiles, gently rubbing the skin his lover had touched just moments earlier. ‘Oh! Oh! There he is!’ Doojoon slips out of the booth, almost tripping over his own feet and is gone. They watch as he pushes his way into the crowd, he doesn’t have to go far; the curly haired stranger is waiting for him. ‘So what’s your boyfriend called anyway, Hyung?’ Kikwang asks as he drains the last of his water.
Junhyung smirks into his beer. ‘Hyunseung’.
‘I’ve been looking for you’ slips from his lips as his fingers close around a slender wrist. The boy with brown curls turns to face Doojoon, a half amused smirk on his lips and he quirks a brow. That doesn’t sound stalkerish. ‘Oh, you have, have you?’ One of his friends, a tall blonde, tugs at his sleeve but the pretty Brunette shakes him off with a smile. ‘I’m good, really’ He smiles. The boys linger for a moment and Doojoon thinks the short of his two friends vaguely resembles a small Labrador puppy.
They stand there for a few moments after the others leave, Doojoon’s hand around the boy’s pale wrist until it’s carefully pulled away. ‘Are you going to ask me to dance or are you just going to stalk me up close?’ There’s an amused gleam in his eye that makes Doojoon’s stomach do a small flip and he’s reaching out again to pull him closer. Everyone around them is dancing lewdly, sweaty hands and grinding hips. Doojoon pulls the shorter man closer, hand brushing down his slender sides.
They dance together for several songs, the younger male’s chest pressed up against Doojoon’s. His breath fans the skin exposed by Doojoon’s white V neck and he feels a tingle down his spine, pulling the lithe body closer. ‘You’re a dancer, right?’ Doojoon asks, voice low and lusty. The boy smiles impishly, glancing up with those large doe-eyes through thick lashes and his jeans feel instantly tighter. ‘I teach. Yes’ He replies smoothly, and with just as much ease, he turns himself in Doojoon’s arms so his back presses to the older man’s chest.
He can feel Doojoon’s erection against the small of his back and he rises slightly to brush his ass against the sensitive flesh. He’s rewarded with a deep growl in his ear. Doojoon grabs at one of his arms, pulls it over the dancer’s head till the other catches on and tangles his hand into Doojoon’s thick black hair. ‘Fuck, you’re hot’ the dancer smirks. ‘I know’.
‘They’re practically having sex - Right there - on the dance floor!’ Shouts Kikwang, indignantly pointing at their friend. Junhyung nods; the nagging voices are a little louder. ‘Remember the rules, Kwangie. There are no rules’ He says with a small half-smile though his eyes are still trained to his boyfriend. He’s angled his and Doojoon’s bodies so they’re facing in the vague direction of Junhyung, just barely visible through the large crowd on the dance floor. From his position, Junhyung can just see the curve of his ass, moulded by Doojoon’s hips and his cock twitches in his ridiculously tight jeans. Hyunseung’s dancing is like a wet dream.
By the fifth song Doojoon has a tight hold of his hips, nails leaving tiny crescents in the skin just above his waist band. His mouth moves in vague patterns along the male’s neck and he bites down hard on the junction where neck meets shoulder. His skin has a fine sheen of sweat and Doojoon gathers it on his tongue. The dancer throws his head back when Doojoon bites down again, a sinful moan falling from his lips that makes Doojoon buck a little rougher against him. He feels amazing.
‘They’re dry humping, hyung!’ Wails Kikwang, his face flushed and eyes wide with awe. Junhyung can see that all too well and he presses his fist to his lips to the muffle a groan. His fingers twitch against his thigh, palm pressing down against the zipper of his own jeans. Oh god. Hyunseung is staring right at him. Tease. Junhyung isn’t normally one to share; toys, DVDs and certainly not lovers but there’s something about Hyunseung, whether it’s his wild nature or his alluring good looks he doesn’t know. Oh dear god.
Doojoon uses his weight and stature to lean the other male ever so slightly to a side though he keeps his hips flush to that pert backside. He grinds down against him for good measure and receives a sharp tug at his hair in response. He crashes his lips to the other’s, teeth dragging at his slender lower lip and he feels the other thrust back against him. He can barely think straight. His hand drops to the other’s hips again, squeezes and then one finds its way to the hem of the dancer’s jeans. They’re slung low on his hips, boxers pulled higher and he’s tempted to just thrust his hand under the material. He doesn’t. They’re in a club. With other people… and his dongsaengs are watching. Fuck. He settles for brushing his hand over the front of the other male’s jeans, giving a brief but firm squeeze to the hard flesh and presses his hand just under the hem of his shirt instead. The other moans.
‘What’s your name?’ Doojoon asks, nipping at the prettier man’s earlobe. He gets a low hum in response and slows down the grinding of his hips so he can - they can talk. He can barely breathe, let alone think. ‘Hu-‘ The other pauses, tenses against him with an arch of his back and for a moment Doojoon thinks he’s c- ‘Harvey’ He breathes. ‘Harvey Wallbanger’. Damn. It takes a few moments for it to sink in that’s it’s not his name. He vaguely recognises it from an old spy movie his father made him watch. ‘Please’ Doojoon begs, tightening his grip and grinding down hard again. ‘Tell me your name’ He groans into the boy’s ear as he pushes back and he hears the other intake a breath and steals the air from his lungs with a searing kiss to those pink lips.. He’s going to win. He’s going to win. He’s going to-
That’s enough now. I want you. I won.
A phone vibrates between them.
The boy slips away. Doojoon scrabbles after him but the other is shorter and quicker. He slides between groups - couples and turns with bright eyes as he gets closer to the centre of the dance floor. ‘I’ll see you later, Doojoon-sshi’ There’s a sparkle in his eye and he disappears into the throng of dancers. Doojoon turns back towards the booth and his friends with one question on his mind. How did he know my name?
Junhyung is just tucking his phone away when Doojoon sits down carefully next to Kikwang, his half drunken - now warm beer pressed into his hand. ‘Well? Did you get his name?’ Asks Junhyung and there’s an odd gleam in his eye that he used to get when they were younger and sneaking out of windows. Doojoon’s raises an eyebrow as he finishes trying to rearrange his shirt to cover the obvious tent in his pants. They’re all men here but it never hurts to be safe. ‘He said his name was Harvey Wallbanger’
Kikwang gives him a hard slap on the back, it’s meant to be sympathetic he thinks but this is Kikwang who never realises how strong he is. He rubs gingerly at his shoulder. ‘Oh guess what! Jun-hyung is finally gonna introduce us to his boyfriend’ Kikwang grins, a little too excited. Doojoon can’t really blame him. He’s interested about the guy too. Junhyung’s been unreachable for days at a time and the usual Friday night drinks after work don’t feel the same when it’s just himself and Kikwang.
Junhyung’s eyes flicker up towards the crowd of dancers and the other two follow his gaze to find the boy with curly hair striding towards them. They both sit up straighter, nudging each other with bony elbows and sharp heels. He smiles towards them, a flash of pearly white teeth without even so much as a blush. Finally, he sets his eyes on Junhyung as he slides into the booth beside him. Junhyung’s arm curls around his waist, and the dancer drapes himself over Junhyung like it’s the most natural thing in the world to him. His friends stare at him in confusion.
‘Hi’ He smiles, extending a pale hand towards them. Neither makes a move to greet him and he retracts it with an airy laugh. ‘My name is-' Junhyung cuts him off with a fierce kiss, tongue finding the taste of Doojoon on his lover’s lips. ‘Hyunseung’ He finishes, already pushing said boy out of the booth. ‘Oh! One more thing’ Junhyung grins as he slips out behind him.
I win.
notes: IDEK
Part two will have more Junseung
GET WELL SOON KAN!!! Not that you'll ever see this
Pairings: Junseung, Dooseung, Kiseung and a few ninjas
Rating: NC17
Genre: Smut
Summary: Kikwang and Doojoon compete against each other for an alluring stranger but neither realises that someone else has already won the game.
Notes: Cookies and love to anyone who guesses the Ninja pairings :D
Junhyung throws himself into the opposite side of the booth from Kikwang and Doojoon, instantly pulling out his phone. They reach for their beers in unison, Kikwang taking a long chug that makes Doojoon chuckle. ‘Pace yourself there, Kiddo. Don’t want you getting too drunk too fast’ He gives the younger a playful slap on the shoulder and Kikwang nearly spills half of it down his shirt. He splutters as he glares at his Hyung. ‘Where’s this amazing boyfriend of yours that you’ve been raving about all week then?’ Doojoon asks, turning his attention to Junhyung who is still busy texting. ‘On his way’ He murmurs distractedly. His phone beeps a few moments later and he finally looks up. ‘He’s outside’
Kikwang and Doojoon sit forwards, the three craning their necks towards the entrance. ‘Is that him?’ Kikwang asks, a man with large eyes and blonde hair steps inside. He looks like an ulzzang, probably is. He’s tall and lean, thick bleached hair and a wiry but muscular frame. He’s pretty, a little too pretty and Doojoon gives a soft chuckle as a second man with red hair appears at his side. He’s not as handsome as the first but he has his own charm that the blonde is clearly smitten by. ‘Don’t think so, Kwangie-yah’. They wait and watch as a few more people enter. There’s a man with black hair, more muscular than the blonde, who sort of resembles a pigeon with a puffed out chest though he joins the pretty man and his boyfriend after getting a drink from the bar.
‘What about her?’ Kikwang asks as a girl with bright orange hair steps in. There are four other girls with her and they all look equally fierce, equally beautiful. They’re a little intimidating. Two of the girls look barely legal to be in the club, one definitely looking under age but the girl with orange hair and another with shorter hair lead the other three in with confident steps and gleaming heels. Junhyung thinks they’d be cool to hang around with. ‘We’re looking for his boyfriend’ Doojoon deadpans.
‘What about him?’ Kikwang asks again, motioning to a man who looks roughly the same age as them. His face is pleasant, a little puffy around the edges but all in all he’s rather attractive. Junhyung shakes his head. No. They watch the boy for a few moments as he stops and looks around. His eyes light up into an endearing smile as he catches sight of someone he knows. It sort of lights up the room somehow. His eyes crease and disappear into half-moons and the single moment is ruined as he trips on seemingly nothing. They watch in horror as he tumbles, bangs shoulders with a waiter and sends a tray of drinks to the floor. A girl screams, her white dress ruined by a splatter of wine and beer and there’s more boys rushing over. They turn back to the next boy.
Junhyung’s phone vibrates and he tears his eyes away from the ginger haired boy who enters, a little regretful because he briefly sees the curve of the man’s ass as he turns to his friends and dear god those pants should be illegal. I’m at the bar. His eyes flicker up and he smiles as his boyfriend catches his eye then turns away. Tease. ‘It’s not him is it Jun-ah?’ Junhyung looks up to find Doojoon gazing at the ginger haired boy and he shakes his head. The boy in question seems to be caught between an older looking boy with a perfect smile and another who is ridiculously tall. He’s seen him somewhere before. Somewhere recently, though he’s not sure where. ‘He looks familiar’ Junhyung absently scratches at the corner of his lip. ‘He looks like Bi’ Chirps Kikwang and realisation hits them.
His eyes fall back to the bar where the other seems to be taking his sweet time. His boyfriend leans over the bar, finally having caught the attention of the barman and points to one of the bottles at the back. The waiter looks a little unsure. He’s probably asking for something strong again. But the waiter caves and Junhyung thinks he probably used the same look that got Junhyung to buy him that ice-cream last week.
‘Well what do we have here then?’ Doojoon’s voice breaks through his thoughts and he realises that the other two have turned to see what he’s looking at. From behind they have a good view of the other male, his lean back and slender legs. He’s wearing a simple white shirt and tight skinny jeans but it’s enough to hug all the right places and though his ass is nowhere near as big as the ginger haired male’s, it looks just as tempting. Doojoon lifts his glass, set on draining the last few mouthfuls as Kikwang hums in appreciation, wetting his lower lip with his tongue. ‘I call dibs’ He says suddenly, much to his companions’ surprise. Doojoon splutters, spraying beer on Kikwang’s sleeve. The younger yelps and delivers a swift punch to his shoulder. ‘Eww - Hyung~’ Whines the younger. ‘I’m eldest. I should get dibs’ Doojoon turns to Junhyung for back up though his eyes have already returned to the boy at the bar.
‘How about we make a deal’ Junhyung says, leaning over the table. The other two, clearly interested, move in a little closer too and he points a finger in the direction of the other man. ‘First person to get his name gets dibs’ the other two look at him for a moment, then the handsome stranger at the bar and then finally each other. Junhyung can see imaginary cogs in their heads, summing up whether or not they stand a chance against the other. ‘I’ll do it’ Chirps Kikwang, throwing a hand in the air. ‘I’ll get his number for sure’ He winks at Junhyung, even as Doojoon scoffs and he knows that with Kikwang’s declaration, Doojoon will rise to the challenge. ‘Not if I get it first’ Doojoon grumbles, pushing Kikwang back into his seat. Junhyung laughs. They don’t realise they’ve already lost before they’ve even started. ‘What are the rules, Hyung?’ Kikwang stands up again; trying to avoid Doojoon’s pushing hands. Junhyung hums quietly as he looks down at his phone. Why were you all staring at me? See something you like? He grins and looks at the two.
‘The rules are; there are no rules’
They finish their round before Doojoon and Kikwang break into a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide who goes first. The first two games end in a tie and Kikwang comes out victorious with paper on the third game. Doojoon mourns his loss against the table top, a gentle hiccup escaping as his shoulders shudder and Kikwang has the decency not to rub his victory in the older man’s face… well, not too much. Junhyung pays them no attention, once again busy with his phone. We’re having a competition. Just go with it. But don’t give out your name. The boy at the bar glances down at his phone as Kikwang slips passed Doojoon and out of the booth. He quirks a brow and tucks his phone away. If this is what Junhyung wants…
Kikwang brushes down the front of his silk shirt as he makes his way towards the brown-haired boy Junhyung had been staring at earlier. He squares his shoulders, head held high and he feels his smile grow a little as the other makes eye contact and turns away. Ah, He’s a shy one. Kikwang turns to see Doojoon and Junhyung watching and flashes a victory sign before settling himself at the bar. The boy looks at him from the corner of his eye and takes a slow, careful sip from the tumbler in his hand. It looks like Jack Daniels. The barman appears and Kikwang orders himself another beer. He turns to the boy, admiring the silky brown curls when the other casts a curious gaze his way. Kikwang’s lips turn up in the corners and he turns back to the barman. ‘And another of whatever he’s drinking’ the barman doesn’t question him and Kikwang finds himself reaching out a hand. ‘Hi, I’m Kikwang’ the other male looks down at his hand, eyes flickering from Kikwang’s thick lips to his dark eyes and back to the hand. He drains the last of his drink and stretches his own hand out. ‘I - It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kikwang-sshi’.
Up close this man is handsome; a strong jaw, curved nose and wide doe-like eyes. Kikwang smiles. His skin is a pale white and his high cheekbones are flushed pink. He could easily say this man was pretty. ‘What did you say?’ The boy turns to look at him, features tense and drawn and dear god he’s done it again. He’s said his thoughts out loud. ‘I’m sorry - I say things - I didn’t mean it’ Kikwang flushes under his gaze and realises that no, he’s not pretty. He’s stunning. ‘I don’t like being called pretty’ says the man as the bartender returns with fresh tumbler of Jack Daniels. He downs it in one and his features soften as he turns back to Kikwang. ‘I guess I can forgive you though’ He slides a hand down Kikwang’s arm and signals for another drink.
Several shots later, Kikwang can feel a fuzzy glow somewhere in his chest, or is it his stomach? The stranger laughs at something he says, throwing his head back and Kikwang is drawn to the way the light hits his Adam’s apple. His laugh is pleasant, certainly masculine and the dimmed lighting gives his skin a translucent-like glowing effect. He tugs at his shirt collar, fanning stiff cotton against his neck. It doesn’t really help. Kikwang sways in his seat a little, regretfully thinking that maybe Doojoon was right. He should have paced himself better. He’s talking to this boy for a reason but he can’t exactly remember what it is. ‘Kikwang-sshi, is something the matter?’ The other asks, a flash of pink tongue to moisten his lips and a hand on Kikwang’s shoulder. Kikwang nods, spell bound. He can smell the other’s cologne. It’s familiar but he can’t recall why.
‘Maybe you should go back to your friends. I think you’ve had too much’ His smile is playful but Kikwang misses the glint of amusement in his eyes. ‘No. No’ He insists and he leans closer to the curly haired boy. ‘I’m not done yet’ Kikwang whines, pressing his lips out into a pout. The male chuckles and pinches his cheek, pulling their faces a little closer. ‘You’re too cute, Lee Kikwang’. The male chuckles and his fingers drop to the top button of Kikwang’s black shirt. ‘You’re looking a little flushed though’ His face is mere inches from Kikwang’s now and he realises belatedly that the older man is working open his third button by now. The stranger turns away, and slides graceful fingers into his glass. Kikwang watches in confusion as they curl around a quickly melting ice cube.
He watches in fascination as the other draws it to his mouth, rubbing the cool ice against his lip and then there’s another flash of pink tongue, swirling around the tip. Kikwang purrs, openly pressing his palm to the front of his trousers. He watches the other lick the ice, watches as it gets smaller and smaller, his lips getting shinier. God, he’s so turned on right now. The man reaches out once it’s considerably diminished and rubs his cool fingers and the last of the remaining ice against Kikwang’s burning throat. They drop to dance at the edge of his collar bone, spreading ice cool water down the exposed section of his chest and Kikwang is startled to realise the other has undone his shirt to his navel. Was he really that drunk?
His eyes crease in the corners and Kikwang suddenly feels a blinding sense of irritation towards the other male. Why is he still sober and why won’t he let Kikwang call him pretty? He wraps his hand around the back of the older boy’s head and presses his fingers into thick curls. They’re soft and silky to the touch and he’s a little tempted to bury his other hand in them too. Instead he leans forwards, pressing his lips to the thinner ones of the other man.
He’s stiff at first, unresponsive to Kikwang’s warm lips but the hand in his hair starts moving in slow circles and he remembers that Junhyung said just to go with it. If Junhyung doesn’t like what’s going on he’s sure the other man will put a stop to it. Kikwang’s tongue nudges at his lower lip and he parts them to allow him in. Kikwang groans, pushing himself off the seat and closer till he’s stood between his companion’s legs. The curly haired man tastes like Bourbon mixed with Chocolate ice-cream and it’s so addicting.
Junhyung shifts in his seat, watching the pair over Doojoon’s bent head. The older male is sulking at his apparent loss. There’s a small niggling voice in the back of Junhyung’s head that tells him he should be putting a stop to this. He should be getting out of his seat and ripping Kikwang away but… but there’s this other voice, nagging just a little louder; telling him that watching his boyfriend being kissed by one of his best friends is actually really hot. He shifts in his seat again, painfully aware of how tight his jeans are becoming and Doojoon eventually looks up from his slumped state. ‘Are they still making out?’ Junhyung looks up just in time to see one of Kikwang’s hands being slapped away from the other’s ass. ‘Yes’ He answers biting his lip.
Kikwang’s lips trail his jaw and he starts to press them to the stranger’s pale neck. He finally presses both hands into his curls, directing his head slightly to a side and he feels the other give a soft moan at his bites down gently on the exposed Adam’s apple. His head is spinning and the room is far too warm. Kikwang pulls away to kiss his jaw and the other male turns his head away when he tries to kiss his lips again. ‘What’s your name?’ Kikwang asks, not remembering the game but so damn curious. The stranger’s doe-eyes light up and he gently pushes Kikwang away with slender hands to his broad shoulders. ‘I think you’ve definitely had enough to drink now, Lee Kikwang’ He backs Kikwang onto one of the barstools and presses his lips to the boy’s cheek. ‘I’ll see you later. Now, go back to your friends’ Kikwang reaches out, finger tips grazing the other male’s elbow but he slips out of his grasp and disappears into the crowd.
‘Kikwang, I swear. If you came back here to gloat I’m going to-‘Doojoon is cut off as Kikwang presses his warm left-over beer into his hand. ‘Save it, Hyung. I lost’ Doojoon’s head snaps up in surprise and he stares, wide-eyed at the younger boy. His mouth falls open. ‘But How? You were - ’ He gestures wildly towards the bar, ignorant to the way Kikwang cradles his head on the table. ‘I didn’t get his name’ He moans, though Junhyung isn’t sure whether it’s from the alcohol or the pretty boy that literally escaped his clutches. He reaches out and pats Kikwang’s head in what should be a comforting way. It only proceeds to make the boy moan more and Junhyung struggles to keep his amusement at bay. ‘Well, Hyung’ Junhyung turns to Doojoon who is scanning the room. ‘I guess it’s your turn. Now drink up, it’s my round’
He’s just getting served when arms slide around his torso, fingers linking over his chest and hot breath splaying across his neck. ‘You’re not being very nice to your friends, you know’ comes an amused voice as lips graze the skin just below his ear. Junhyung chuckles and wraps a cool hand over those at his chest. ‘Well you shouldn’t have been late then’ Teeth nip at his earlobe and he turns to pull his boyfriend into his arms. ‘You look good’ He smiles, tugging the curly haired man to his chest. He receives a husky chuckle in response and the taste of Kikwang on his boyfriend’s lips. He kisses him a little harder than usual, bites at his lower lip a little harder than usual and pulls away at the taste of coppery blood.
‘Shit, I’m sorry’ He cups the older man’s jaw and swipes his thumb across the corner of his lips. ‘It’s okay’ the other smirks, tongue darting out to brush Junhyung’s thumb. ‘Someone’s excited’ Junhyung just nods. ‘I’ve got to go before they see us’ He presses a brief kiss to Junhyung’s lips. ‘But before I do, why am I not telling them my name?’ Junhyung’s hands find his hips, pulling him back for another brief kiss before letting him go completely. ‘It’s a competition and I want to win’
He sits back down and slides two drinks across the table. Doojoon accepts the beer without much thought. He’s too busy looking for the curly haired beauty in the throng of dancers and he does see him from time to time. A brief flash of curls or a cool gaze before he disappears under strobe lights. Doojoon just needs to catch him.
‘Where’s this mysterious boyfriend of yours anyways?’ Kikwang asks after two glasses of ice-cold water. His voice sound clearer and he’s not clutching at his head anymore which is probably a good thing. Junhyung glances out to the dance floor though he can’t see the familiar face he’s looking for and when he turns back, Kikwang is pointing towards a group dancing in the corner. ‘Oh, he’s -’ Fingers brush his nape and he turns just in time to see a familiar trio walk passed their booth. So he brought his friends. ‘He’s around here somewhere’ He smiles, gently rubbing the skin his lover had touched just moments earlier. ‘Oh! Oh! There he is!’ Doojoon slips out of the booth, almost tripping over his own feet and is gone. They watch as he pushes his way into the crowd, he doesn’t have to go far; the curly haired stranger is waiting for him. ‘So what’s your boyfriend called anyway, Hyung?’ Kikwang asks as he drains the last of his water.
Junhyung smirks into his beer. ‘Hyunseung’.
‘I’ve been looking for you’ slips from his lips as his fingers close around a slender wrist. The boy with brown curls turns to face Doojoon, a half amused smirk on his lips and he quirks a brow. That doesn’t sound stalkerish. ‘Oh, you have, have you?’ One of his friends, a tall blonde, tugs at his sleeve but the pretty Brunette shakes him off with a smile. ‘I’m good, really’ He smiles. The boys linger for a moment and Doojoon thinks the short of his two friends vaguely resembles a small Labrador puppy.
They stand there for a few moments after the others leave, Doojoon’s hand around the boy’s pale wrist until it’s carefully pulled away. ‘Are you going to ask me to dance or are you just going to stalk me up close?’ There’s an amused gleam in his eye that makes Doojoon’s stomach do a small flip and he’s reaching out again to pull him closer. Everyone around them is dancing lewdly, sweaty hands and grinding hips. Doojoon pulls the shorter man closer, hand brushing down his slender sides.
They dance together for several songs, the younger male’s chest pressed up against Doojoon’s. His breath fans the skin exposed by Doojoon’s white V neck and he feels a tingle down his spine, pulling the lithe body closer. ‘You’re a dancer, right?’ Doojoon asks, voice low and lusty. The boy smiles impishly, glancing up with those large doe-eyes through thick lashes and his jeans feel instantly tighter. ‘I teach. Yes’ He replies smoothly, and with just as much ease, he turns himself in Doojoon’s arms so his back presses to the older man’s chest.
He can feel Doojoon’s erection against the small of his back and he rises slightly to brush his ass against the sensitive flesh. He’s rewarded with a deep growl in his ear. Doojoon grabs at one of his arms, pulls it over the dancer’s head till the other catches on and tangles his hand into Doojoon’s thick black hair. ‘Fuck, you’re hot’ the dancer smirks. ‘I know’.
‘They’re practically having sex - Right there - on the dance floor!’ Shouts Kikwang, indignantly pointing at their friend. Junhyung nods; the nagging voices are a little louder. ‘Remember the rules, Kwangie. There are no rules’ He says with a small half-smile though his eyes are still trained to his boyfriend. He’s angled his and Doojoon’s bodies so they’re facing in the vague direction of Junhyung, just barely visible through the large crowd on the dance floor. From his position, Junhyung can just see the curve of his ass, moulded by Doojoon’s hips and his cock twitches in his ridiculously tight jeans. Hyunseung’s dancing is like a wet dream.
By the fifth song Doojoon has a tight hold of his hips, nails leaving tiny crescents in the skin just above his waist band. His mouth moves in vague patterns along the male’s neck and he bites down hard on the junction where neck meets shoulder. His skin has a fine sheen of sweat and Doojoon gathers it on his tongue. The dancer throws his head back when Doojoon bites down again, a sinful moan falling from his lips that makes Doojoon buck a little rougher against him. He feels amazing.
‘They’re dry humping, hyung!’ Wails Kikwang, his face flushed and eyes wide with awe. Junhyung can see that all too well and he presses his fist to his lips to the muffle a groan. His fingers twitch against his thigh, palm pressing down against the zipper of his own jeans. Oh god. Hyunseung is staring right at him. Tease. Junhyung isn’t normally one to share; toys, DVDs and certainly not lovers but there’s something about Hyunseung, whether it’s his wild nature or his alluring good looks he doesn’t know. Oh dear god.
Doojoon uses his weight and stature to lean the other male ever so slightly to a side though he keeps his hips flush to that pert backside. He grinds down against him for good measure and receives a sharp tug at his hair in response. He crashes his lips to the other’s, teeth dragging at his slender lower lip and he feels the other thrust back against him. He can barely think straight. His hand drops to the other’s hips again, squeezes and then one finds its way to the hem of the dancer’s jeans. They’re slung low on his hips, boxers pulled higher and he’s tempted to just thrust his hand under the material. He doesn’t. They’re in a club. With other people… and his dongsaengs are watching. Fuck. He settles for brushing his hand over the front of the other male’s jeans, giving a brief but firm squeeze to the hard flesh and presses his hand just under the hem of his shirt instead. The other moans.
‘What’s your name?’ Doojoon asks, nipping at the prettier man’s earlobe. He gets a low hum in response and slows down the grinding of his hips so he can - they can talk. He can barely breathe, let alone think. ‘Hu-‘ The other pauses, tenses against him with an arch of his back and for a moment Doojoon thinks he’s c- ‘Harvey’ He breathes. ‘Harvey Wallbanger’. Damn. It takes a few moments for it to sink in that’s it’s not his name. He vaguely recognises it from an old spy movie his father made him watch. ‘Please’ Doojoon begs, tightening his grip and grinding down hard again. ‘Tell me your name’ He groans into the boy’s ear as he pushes back and he hears the other intake a breath and steals the air from his lungs with a searing kiss to those pink lips.. He’s going to win. He’s going to win. He’s going to-
That’s enough now. I want you. I won.
A phone vibrates between them.
The boy slips away. Doojoon scrabbles after him but the other is shorter and quicker. He slides between groups - couples and turns with bright eyes as he gets closer to the centre of the dance floor. ‘I’ll see you later, Doojoon-sshi’ There’s a sparkle in his eye and he disappears into the throng of dancers. Doojoon turns back towards the booth and his friends with one question on his mind. How did he know my name?
Junhyung is just tucking his phone away when Doojoon sits down carefully next to Kikwang, his half drunken - now warm beer pressed into his hand. ‘Well? Did you get his name?’ Asks Junhyung and there’s an odd gleam in his eye that he used to get when they were younger and sneaking out of windows. Doojoon’s raises an eyebrow as he finishes trying to rearrange his shirt to cover the obvious tent in his pants. They’re all men here but it never hurts to be safe. ‘He said his name was Harvey Wallbanger’
Kikwang gives him a hard slap on the back, it’s meant to be sympathetic he thinks but this is Kikwang who never realises how strong he is. He rubs gingerly at his shoulder. ‘Oh guess what! Jun-hyung is finally gonna introduce us to his boyfriend’ Kikwang grins, a little too excited. Doojoon can’t really blame him. He’s interested about the guy too. Junhyung’s been unreachable for days at a time and the usual Friday night drinks after work don’t feel the same when it’s just himself and Kikwang.
Junhyung’s eyes flicker up towards the crowd of dancers and the other two follow his gaze to find the boy with curly hair striding towards them. They both sit up straighter, nudging each other with bony elbows and sharp heels. He smiles towards them, a flash of pearly white teeth without even so much as a blush. Finally, he sets his eyes on Junhyung as he slides into the booth beside him. Junhyung’s arm curls around his waist, and the dancer drapes himself over Junhyung like it’s the most natural thing in the world to him. His friends stare at him in confusion.
‘Hi’ He smiles, extending a pale hand towards them. Neither makes a move to greet him and he retracts it with an airy laugh. ‘My name is-' Junhyung cuts him off with a fierce kiss, tongue finding the taste of Doojoon on his lover’s lips. ‘Hyunseung’ He finishes, already pushing said boy out of the booth. ‘Oh! One more thing’ Junhyung grins as he slips out behind him.
I win.
notes: IDEK
Part two will have more Junseung
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