Training
Title: Training
Pairing: HyungJun & Shark/KyungJong
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Someone needs some training.
A/N: Request from leap4detonation who wanted Baby/Shark smut.
The game room was dark when HyungJun arrived. Frowning in dismay he checked his texts again, this was where he was told to go by the mysterious message. For special training it had said. Figuring it for the show producers he had come right over, as usual not taking a second to think it through. Checking his watch, he couldn't believe he'd beat them here. Taking the opportunity to explore he wandered around, poking his head in various corners and opening doors. That of course was boring, so he picked a chair and slumped into it.
As he dozed, he failed to hear the door open and close and footsteps stealing up behind him. Jolting awake as hands were placed over his eyes, he jumped up and spun around.
"Who the-" HyungJun sputtered before realizing who it was. Taking a deep breath, he put a hand to his chest, his heart was racing. "You scared the hell out of me KyungJong."
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to have fallen asleep," there was a broad grin on KyungJong's face, his hands up in apology.
"Did you send me the text?" HyungJun asked a little puzzled.
"I did," he was blushing and looked away, "I thought we could go over a new build order."
"This couldn't wait until the next filming day?" HyungJun frowned, "I mean it's the middle of the night, you know I have a busy schedule."
"Oh," KyungJong looked down, completely abashed, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you. You're right, we can go over it the next filming day." He turned to go and HyungJun reached out and grasped his arm and pulled him back.
"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that," he half smirked, his way of apologizing as he released KyungJong. "I'm already here, so might as well make it worthwhile." Shoving his hands in his pockets, he shrugged his shoulders. "So train away, Coach."
"Why are we practicing in here?" HyungJun asked as KyungJong opened the door to the gaming booth. "I thought this was for matches only?"
"Um, well, the practice room is locked, and I forgot my key," KyungJong stammered.
"But we need a keyboard and mouse," HyungJun was even more puzzled, something was a bit off.
"I thought you would bring yours," KyungJong looked around. "No worries though, I left mine in here earlier." He motioned towards the desk, "go ahead, take a seat." HyungJun sat and booted up the computer, and loading the game.
"There's not another chair in here," he stated and looked up at KyungJong who was leaning over HyungJun's shoulder.
"It's okay, I'm fine like this," he smiled down at HyungJun and patted his shoulder, letting his hand linger. "Just go ahead and get a map set up." Something was definitely off, HyungJun frowned but still did as he was told.
Twenty minutes later and HyungJun let his head hit the desk as he groaned in dismay. Obviously he wasn't grasping the new build well enough, and he'd just lost to the computer.
"That was pitiful," he whined.
"Yeah," KyungJong tried to hold back a chuckle, gripping HyungJun's shoulders he squeezed lightly and massaged them a bit. "It's not a complicated build, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it." His grip relaxed and he moved his hands up HyungJun's shoulder to his bare neck, rubbing it lightly with his thumbs. HyungJun groaned softly, the touches felt good on his tense shoulders.
"I'll be sure to practice often," he murmured, his eyes closed.
"You've got a lot on your plate, don't worry about memorizing it okay?" KyungJong's hands stilled and he licked his lips nervously before leaning down to kiss the back of HyungJun's neck. HyungJun jerked up and spun around, eyes wide.
"What are you doing?" He backed up into the desk, obviously frazzled. KyungJong's hands were in the air and he was up against the wall, looking anywhere but at HyungJun.
"Sorry, that, I'm sorry," he reached for the handle on the door, trying to escape but HyungJun was there, blocking his way. "I don't know what I was thinking, I shouldn't have, I'm really sorry." His eyes were on the floor and he flinched when HyungJun raised his hand to place it on his shoulder.
"Hey, calm down," he said in a soothing tone. "It just surprised me is all, I'm not mad or anything."
"I won't do it again," KyungJong said, still trying to get out the door, "I really am sorry."
"Stop saying you're sorry," HyungJun touched a finger to under KyungJong's chin, lifting it up. "I didn't say I didn't like it, I was just surprised." KyungJong looked up into the others eyes sharply.
"So, you are-" he started but broke off, embarassed.
"Let's just say, things are complicated with me, okay?" HyungJun gave a reassuring smile, leaning in slowly.
"Complicated?" KyungJong leaned away, very confused expression. HyungJun sighed and reached up to brush the hair from in front of the others eyes.
"When you're cut off from the world, with four other guys, and they have needs just like you do," HyungJun squinted, and looked at a point just above KyungJong's head. "Lines of sexuality get kind of blurred."
"I kind of understand," KyungJong chewed on his lip. "It's not like we get out much here either." He looked up at HyungJun again, "so, you and your band mates?"
"Not so much anymore," HyungJun smirked, "at least for me, I can't speak for certain other members."
"So, you're not?" KyungJong was still confused. HyungJun laughed, cupping his face with hand and drawing him in for a kiss.
"Like I said, it's complicated," he murmured as their lips pressed together; bodies mirror this action as HyungJun's arm about his waist crushed their hips against one another. Guiding KyungJong, he eased him down onto the chair. Straddling his hips he ground their groins together in a fluid thrusting motion. KyungJong's hands that were tenuously settled on his legs tightened their grip and a moan fluttered out between lips that were occupied. Gobbling up the delicious sounds, HyungJun wound his fingers into his hair to pull his head back sharply. Teeth and lips attached themselves to the stretched taught skin at the underside of his jaw.
The hand not currently occupied in KyungJong's hair was trailing down his chest, teasing the skin trapped under the fabric of his shirt. Reaching the hem his fingers quickly reached underneath and back up the belly towards his chest, nails dragging as they went. The slim body shuddered under the tactile assault and there was an audible gasp. HyungJun's lips were winding their way down his neck, soft flicks of a velvety tongue leaving a long slick trail marred by red marks from the nibbles of teeth. His hand unwound from KyungJong's hair as he leaned back, licking his lips that tasted of salty flesh. KyungJong's head was still tilted back, his eyes were closed and his breathing was ragged, HyungJun smirked as he pulled the others hands from their death grip on his thighs and slowly slid off his lap.
The lack of weight on his legs brought KyungJong's head up and stared at HyungJun whose hands were now settled on his thighs, rubbing slow circles as he moved them closer towards his groin. KyungJong whined unknowingly and HyungJun chuckled as he began to relieve him of his jeans, lifting up his ass as he pulled them and boxers off. KyungJong's trapped erection sprang free and he blushed furiously, attempting to hide his face behind his hands.
"Are you embarassed?" HyungJun soothed, pushing KyungJong's legs apart and kneeling between them. Not looking away from KyungJong's eyes that were peeking out between fingers he kissed up one inner thigh and repeated it on the other. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Without giving him a chance to answer, he wrapped his hand around KyungJong's twitching member and plunged it into his mouth. He took it all in, the point of is tongue flicking around the sides and bottom of the shaft before sliding back again only to repeat the motion. His head twisted from side to side, varying the spots his tongue would reach while his hand pumped in rhythm to his up and down motions. The rewarding strangled sounds and bucking of KyungJong's hips spurred him on to move faster until he knew KyungJong was at the breaking point. Lips pressed tightly around the shift he pulled upwards slowly, squeezing the blood engorged member while KyungJong gasped and moaned above him.
As he stood up his shirt and jeans were pulled and pushed off. He moved to straddle KyungJong again, the smaller man was breathing heavily and his tshirt was damp with sweat. He had a slight dazed, but pleading look in his eyes. Removing the last bit of barrier, he tossed KyungJong's sweaty tshirt to the side, running his hands up the man's small frame and pressing kisses to various points on his chest, neck and shoulders. He gave a start as he felt a light touch, a tenuous grasp around his dick, fingertips stroking lightly.
"HyungJun?" It was barely a whisper that reached his ears and he looked up at KyungJong's worried expression. Breaking off his attention from the expanse of bare flesh he leaned up to be face to face, his head tilted to the side.
"Is everything okay?" He responded, placing soft kisses to the man's cheeks, eyes, forehead.
"I umm, well, don't we, you know," he was stuttering and the flush to his cheeks wasn't entirely because of the teasing, "don't we need, something? To make it easier?" The last sentence was rambled out so quickly HyungJun barely caught what he was meaning, but he just smiled and brought his fingers up, tapping on KyungJong's lips.
"Open," he stated and KyungJong complied. Three fingers were inserted in his mouth, "Now suck." Once again KyungJong complied. Mimicking the actions that had just been used on him he rolled the three fingers around his mouth, his eyes never leaving HyungJun's heavy lidded gaze. The view of KyungJong suck off his fingers combined with their dicks rubbing against each other as his hips slowly ground together and he was close to letting go. Slick with saliva he pulled his fingers out and reached down, there was a slight widening of his eyes as he pushed one, two, three fingers into himself in rapid succession. Unsure what to do, KyungJong was running his hand over HyungJun's chest, leaning in to place hesitant, small kisses to the hard breast bone and around various places on his chest. HyungJun was groaning as he pushed and pulled the wet fingers in and out of himself. It had, of course, been a while, and he would have preferred something a little more but it would have to do.
Raising up a little, he positioned himself over KyungJong and slowly lowered down. Oh yes, it had been a while. He growled in pain and clutched KyungJong's shoulders for stability. On the other hand, KyungJong was gasping in surprise, his hips flinching at the sensation of being completely enveloped, his fingers dug into HyungJun's hip, leaving white marks and tiny crescent shaped bruises. Once buried to the hilt, HyungJun wiggled side to side to help ease the familiar discomfort, breathing slowly in and out to keep from crying out and scaring the other. That initial penetration was always the worst, and as he gained his senses back he started to move. Hips grinding, he lifted and lowered his ass slowly letting gravity do most of the work. The position didn't allow for a fast pace, and by the look on KyungJong's face it was probably for the best. Slow and steady HyungJun moved on top of him, noting how KyungJong's head was tipped back, mouth open and eyes screwed shut. The groans, grunts and half squeals were a strange symphony that was beautiful to his ears.
It wasn't long before the signs of KyungJong's impending orgasm were evident on his face and in his movements. His hands released and grabbed HyungJuns ass and his hips were thrusting up to meet HyungJun's decline. Bottom lip was clenched in his teeth and he leaned forward to give himself leverage. HyungJun tilted back, supported by KyungJong's hands and his own hands on the others shoulders. An expression of surprise and wonder passed over KyungJong's face as the feeling that had been boiling deep within his gut and loins race through every inch of his body. Pulling HyungJun down hard onto him as he orgasmed, the sound ripping from his throat like a crazed animal. His hips still rolled slowly as he rode it out, and the sound died from his lips into close to a purr. HyungJun leaned down, kissing KyungJong again fiercely as he wrapped his hand around his neglected erection and began to pump quickly, and a little rough. Still riding his high, KyungJong's tongue was lazing around his mouth in slow spirals until his mouth slipped away to traipse down his cheek to his neck, and to his collar bone, worrying the skin over the hard surface with teeth and tongue. HyungJun pumped faster and tilted his head back until he felt the orgasm explode in him and the whole room lit up as he released, the hot sticky fluid landing on KyungJong's bare belly and chest.
Opening his eyes wider he realized something was off. The light really had gone on in the room, and someone was walking through the room, looking around. Swearing in surprise, HyungJun grabbed KyungJong's shoulders and pulled them both over, falling onto the floor.
"Shit, who is that?" HyungJun was scrambling for his clothes, tossing KyungJong's to him if he ran across it.
"I forgot about the security guard," KyungJong was pulling his jeans on while lying on the floor.
"Are we going to be in trouble?" HyungJun peeked out the window as he tugged his shirt down over his chest.
"Yes, I'll be suspended," KyungJong was shaking as he zipped up his pants and grabbed his shirt. HyungJun was good at thinking on his feet, he had to be to survive in his band.
"Okay, just follow my lead," he stood up quickly and waved his arms to get the guards attention.
"What are you doing!" KyungJong hissed and tried to pull him back down.
"Trust me," HyungJun looked down and grinned at him.
Making a final pass through the game room before the end of his shift, he hadn't expected to find anyone in one of the booths. Let alone waving and grinning at him. Scowling, he clenched his flashlight and went around the back of the booth to open the door. Two young men; one standing, one on the floor were waiting for him.
"You're not supposed to be in here," he reprimanded.
"The door lock was jammed," the one who was standing said, "we couldn't get out. Thank you so much, we were stuck in here!" He rushed over and shook the guards hand before pulling the one on the floor up and rushing out. Not even given a chance to say anything the guard frowned before shaking his head and walking away.
"What locks?" He grumbled, "stupid kids."
One arm slung over KyungJong's shoulder, HyungJun led the way towards his car, twirling his keys in his hands. "Next time Shark, just invite me to your place, okay?"
"I don't know-" KyungJong tried to protest.
"And next time, there doesn't need to be a pretense of 'training' me," HyungJun poked him in he ribs. "It was kind of obvious."
"Really?" KyungJong blushed and looked at his feet.
"Really," HyungJun pulled him close and kissed his cheek.
Pairing: HyungJun & Shark/KyungJong
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Someone needs some training.
A/N: Request from leap4detonation who wanted Baby/Shark smut.
The game room was dark when HyungJun arrived. Frowning in dismay he checked his texts again, this was where he was told to go by the mysterious message. For special training it had said. Figuring it for the show producers he had come right over, as usual not taking a second to think it through. Checking his watch, he couldn't believe he'd beat them here. Taking the opportunity to explore he wandered around, poking his head in various corners and opening doors. That of course was boring, so he picked a chair and slumped into it.
As he dozed, he failed to hear the door open and close and footsteps stealing up behind him. Jolting awake as hands were placed over his eyes, he jumped up and spun around.
"Who the-" HyungJun sputtered before realizing who it was. Taking a deep breath, he put a hand to his chest, his heart was racing. "You scared the hell out of me KyungJong."
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to have fallen asleep," there was a broad grin on KyungJong's face, his hands up in apology.
"Did you send me the text?" HyungJun asked a little puzzled.
"I did," he was blushing and looked away, "I thought we could go over a new build order."
"This couldn't wait until the next filming day?" HyungJun frowned, "I mean it's the middle of the night, you know I have a busy schedule."
"Oh," KyungJong looked down, completely abashed, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you. You're right, we can go over it the next filming day." He turned to go and HyungJun reached out and grasped his arm and pulled him back.
"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that," he half smirked, his way of apologizing as he released KyungJong. "I'm already here, so might as well make it worthwhile." Shoving his hands in his pockets, he shrugged his shoulders. "So train away, Coach."
"Why are we practicing in here?" HyungJun asked as KyungJong opened the door to the gaming booth. "I thought this was for matches only?"
"Um, well, the practice room is locked, and I forgot my key," KyungJong stammered.
"But we need a keyboard and mouse," HyungJun was even more puzzled, something was a bit off.
"I thought you would bring yours," KyungJong looked around. "No worries though, I left mine in here earlier." He motioned towards the desk, "go ahead, take a seat." HyungJun sat and booted up the computer, and loading the game.
"There's not another chair in here," he stated and looked up at KyungJong who was leaning over HyungJun's shoulder.
"It's okay, I'm fine like this," he smiled down at HyungJun and patted his shoulder, letting his hand linger. "Just go ahead and get a map set up." Something was definitely off, HyungJun frowned but still did as he was told.
Twenty minutes later and HyungJun let his head hit the desk as he groaned in dismay. Obviously he wasn't grasping the new build well enough, and he'd just lost to the computer.
"That was pitiful," he whined.
"Yeah," KyungJong tried to hold back a chuckle, gripping HyungJun's shoulders he squeezed lightly and massaged them a bit. "It's not a complicated build, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it." His grip relaxed and he moved his hands up HyungJun's shoulder to his bare neck, rubbing it lightly with his thumbs. HyungJun groaned softly, the touches felt good on his tense shoulders.
"I'll be sure to practice often," he murmured, his eyes closed.
"You've got a lot on your plate, don't worry about memorizing it okay?" KyungJong's hands stilled and he licked his lips nervously before leaning down to kiss the back of HyungJun's neck. HyungJun jerked up and spun around, eyes wide.
"What are you doing?" He backed up into the desk, obviously frazzled. KyungJong's hands were in the air and he was up against the wall, looking anywhere but at HyungJun.
"Sorry, that, I'm sorry," he reached for the handle on the door, trying to escape but HyungJun was there, blocking his way. "I don't know what I was thinking, I shouldn't have, I'm really sorry." His eyes were on the floor and he flinched when HyungJun raised his hand to place it on his shoulder.
"Hey, calm down," he said in a soothing tone. "It just surprised me is all, I'm not mad or anything."
"I won't do it again," KyungJong said, still trying to get out the door, "I really am sorry."
"Stop saying you're sorry," HyungJun touched a finger to under KyungJong's chin, lifting it up. "I didn't say I didn't like it, I was just surprised." KyungJong looked up into the others eyes sharply.
"So, you are-" he started but broke off, embarassed.
"Let's just say, things are complicated with me, okay?" HyungJun gave a reassuring smile, leaning in slowly.
"Complicated?" KyungJong leaned away, very confused expression. HyungJun sighed and reached up to brush the hair from in front of the others eyes.
"When you're cut off from the world, with four other guys, and they have needs just like you do," HyungJun squinted, and looked at a point just above KyungJong's head. "Lines of sexuality get kind of blurred."
"I kind of understand," KyungJong chewed on his lip. "It's not like we get out much here either." He looked up at HyungJun again, "so, you and your band mates?"
"Not so much anymore," HyungJun smirked, "at least for me, I can't speak for certain other members."
"So, you're not?" KyungJong was still confused. HyungJun laughed, cupping his face with hand and drawing him in for a kiss.
"Like I said, it's complicated," he murmured as their lips pressed together; bodies mirror this action as HyungJun's arm about his waist crushed their hips against one another. Guiding KyungJong, he eased him down onto the chair. Straddling his hips he ground their groins together in a fluid thrusting motion. KyungJong's hands that were tenuously settled on his legs tightened their grip and a moan fluttered out between lips that were occupied. Gobbling up the delicious sounds, HyungJun wound his fingers into his hair to pull his head back sharply. Teeth and lips attached themselves to the stretched taught skin at the underside of his jaw.
The hand not currently occupied in KyungJong's hair was trailing down his chest, teasing the skin trapped under the fabric of his shirt. Reaching the hem his fingers quickly reached underneath and back up the belly towards his chest, nails dragging as they went. The slim body shuddered under the tactile assault and there was an audible gasp. HyungJun's lips were winding their way down his neck, soft flicks of a velvety tongue leaving a long slick trail marred by red marks from the nibbles of teeth. His hand unwound from KyungJong's hair as he leaned back, licking his lips that tasted of salty flesh. KyungJong's head was still tilted back, his eyes were closed and his breathing was ragged, HyungJun smirked as he pulled the others hands from their death grip on his thighs and slowly slid off his lap.
The lack of weight on his legs brought KyungJong's head up and stared at HyungJun whose hands were now settled on his thighs, rubbing slow circles as he moved them closer towards his groin. KyungJong whined unknowingly and HyungJun chuckled as he began to relieve him of his jeans, lifting up his ass as he pulled them and boxers off. KyungJong's trapped erection sprang free and he blushed furiously, attempting to hide his face behind his hands.
"Are you embarassed?" HyungJun soothed, pushing KyungJong's legs apart and kneeling between them. Not looking away from KyungJong's eyes that were peeking out between fingers he kissed up one inner thigh and repeated it on the other. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Without giving him a chance to answer, he wrapped his hand around KyungJong's twitching member and plunged it into his mouth. He took it all in, the point of is tongue flicking around the sides and bottom of the shaft before sliding back again only to repeat the motion. His head twisted from side to side, varying the spots his tongue would reach while his hand pumped in rhythm to his up and down motions. The rewarding strangled sounds and bucking of KyungJong's hips spurred him on to move faster until he knew KyungJong was at the breaking point. Lips pressed tightly around the shift he pulled upwards slowly, squeezing the blood engorged member while KyungJong gasped and moaned above him.
As he stood up his shirt and jeans were pulled and pushed off. He moved to straddle KyungJong again, the smaller man was breathing heavily and his tshirt was damp with sweat. He had a slight dazed, but pleading look in his eyes. Removing the last bit of barrier, he tossed KyungJong's sweaty tshirt to the side, running his hands up the man's small frame and pressing kisses to various points on his chest, neck and shoulders. He gave a start as he felt a light touch, a tenuous grasp around his dick, fingertips stroking lightly.
"HyungJun?" It was barely a whisper that reached his ears and he looked up at KyungJong's worried expression. Breaking off his attention from the expanse of bare flesh he leaned up to be face to face, his head tilted to the side.
"Is everything okay?" He responded, placing soft kisses to the man's cheeks, eyes, forehead.
"I umm, well, don't we, you know," he was stuttering and the flush to his cheeks wasn't entirely because of the teasing, "don't we need, something? To make it easier?" The last sentence was rambled out so quickly HyungJun barely caught what he was meaning, but he just smiled and brought his fingers up, tapping on KyungJong's lips.
"Open," he stated and KyungJong complied. Three fingers were inserted in his mouth, "Now suck." Once again KyungJong complied. Mimicking the actions that had just been used on him he rolled the three fingers around his mouth, his eyes never leaving HyungJun's heavy lidded gaze. The view of KyungJong suck off his fingers combined with their dicks rubbing against each other as his hips slowly ground together and he was close to letting go. Slick with saliva he pulled his fingers out and reached down, there was a slight widening of his eyes as he pushed one, two, three fingers into himself in rapid succession. Unsure what to do, KyungJong was running his hand over HyungJun's chest, leaning in to place hesitant, small kisses to the hard breast bone and around various places on his chest. HyungJun was groaning as he pushed and pulled the wet fingers in and out of himself. It had, of course, been a while, and he would have preferred something a little more but it would have to do.
Raising up a little, he positioned himself over KyungJong and slowly lowered down. Oh yes, it had been a while. He growled in pain and clutched KyungJong's shoulders for stability. On the other hand, KyungJong was gasping in surprise, his hips flinching at the sensation of being completely enveloped, his fingers dug into HyungJun's hip, leaving white marks and tiny crescent shaped bruises. Once buried to the hilt, HyungJun wiggled side to side to help ease the familiar discomfort, breathing slowly in and out to keep from crying out and scaring the other. That initial penetration was always the worst, and as he gained his senses back he started to move. Hips grinding, he lifted and lowered his ass slowly letting gravity do most of the work. The position didn't allow for a fast pace, and by the look on KyungJong's face it was probably for the best. Slow and steady HyungJun moved on top of him, noting how KyungJong's head was tipped back, mouth open and eyes screwed shut. The groans, grunts and half squeals were a strange symphony that was beautiful to his ears.
It wasn't long before the signs of KyungJong's impending orgasm were evident on his face and in his movements. His hands released and grabbed HyungJuns ass and his hips were thrusting up to meet HyungJun's decline. Bottom lip was clenched in his teeth and he leaned forward to give himself leverage. HyungJun tilted back, supported by KyungJong's hands and his own hands on the others shoulders. An expression of surprise and wonder passed over KyungJong's face as the feeling that had been boiling deep within his gut and loins race through every inch of his body. Pulling HyungJun down hard onto him as he orgasmed, the sound ripping from his throat like a crazed animal. His hips still rolled slowly as he rode it out, and the sound died from his lips into close to a purr. HyungJun leaned down, kissing KyungJong again fiercely as he wrapped his hand around his neglected erection and began to pump quickly, and a little rough. Still riding his high, KyungJong's tongue was lazing around his mouth in slow spirals until his mouth slipped away to traipse down his cheek to his neck, and to his collar bone, worrying the skin over the hard surface with teeth and tongue. HyungJun pumped faster and tilted his head back until he felt the orgasm explode in him and the whole room lit up as he released, the hot sticky fluid landing on KyungJong's bare belly and chest.
Opening his eyes wider he realized something was off. The light really had gone on in the room, and someone was walking through the room, looking around. Swearing in surprise, HyungJun grabbed KyungJong's shoulders and pulled them both over, falling onto the floor.
"Shit, who is that?" HyungJun was scrambling for his clothes, tossing KyungJong's to him if he ran across it.
"I forgot about the security guard," KyungJong was pulling his jeans on while lying on the floor.
"Are we going to be in trouble?" HyungJun peeked out the window as he tugged his shirt down over his chest.
"Yes, I'll be suspended," KyungJong was shaking as he zipped up his pants and grabbed his shirt. HyungJun was good at thinking on his feet, he had to be to survive in his band.
"Okay, just follow my lead," he stood up quickly and waved his arms to get the guards attention.
"What are you doing!" KyungJong hissed and tried to pull him back down.
"Trust me," HyungJun looked down and grinned at him.
Making a final pass through the game room before the end of his shift, he hadn't expected to find anyone in one of the booths. Let alone waving and grinning at him. Scowling, he clenched his flashlight and went around the back of the booth to open the door. Two young men; one standing, one on the floor were waiting for him.
"You're not supposed to be in here," he reprimanded.
"The door lock was jammed," the one who was standing said, "we couldn't get out. Thank you so much, we were stuck in here!" He rushed over and shook the guards hand before pulling the one on the floor up and rushing out. Not even given a chance to say anything the guard frowned before shaking his head and walking away.
"What locks?" He grumbled, "stupid kids."
One arm slung over KyungJong's shoulder, HyungJun led the way towards his car, twirling his keys in his hands. "Next time Shark, just invite me to your place, okay?"
"I don't know-" KyungJong tried to protest.
"And next time, there doesn't need to be a pretense of 'training' me," HyungJun poked him in he ribs. "It was kind of obvious."
"Really?" KyungJong blushed and looked at his feet.
"Really," HyungJun pulled him close and kissed his cheek.