Toxic: Stage Four. [ChaBean]
Fandom: VIXX (non!au)
Pairing: ChaBean
Word Count: 8600+
Rating: R (sexual content)
Summary: Finally the tension breaks and Hakyeon lets go. A depiction of the events leading up to this.
Stage One. || Stage Two. || Stage Three.
Stage 4: Let Go
“Stop stop stop! It’s off count again! Do I need to start clapping out the beat like you’re all trainees? We’ve been practicing for almost a month now, why are you still making mistakes on the easiest parts?” Hakyeon wasn’t addressing any one member in particular as he left his position to restart the song again for the seventh time since they started practice less than thirty minutes ago, but his eyes had been on Hongbin in the mirror with each run-through they had tried to complete. The other members knew it was him who kept messing up as well, but tearing down a teammate wasn’t going to help the situation.
Hakyeon hadn’t missed a single one of Hongbin’s stumbles as he tried to change into the next formation, the sloppy handling of the skull tipped rod that acted as their needle, the dark circles beneath his eyes and how quickly he seemed drained of all his energy, “Let’s try it again!”
However, when Hongbin completely missed the entrance of his lines that’s when he couldn’t handle any more and he shut off the music again. The leader didn’t like to show his anger, didn’t like to let things get to him knowing how hard all this was, but this was just too much. He had let Hongbin’s little need to disappear at night go unspoken since their dinner on the premise that it wouldn’t affect their preparations. Clearly someone didn’t feel up to keeping his end of the bargain, “I’m not feeling well. Finish practicing on your own.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft given the amount of pent up frustration bubbling under his skin and he left the dance studio without another word and stormed off back to their dorm.
The rest of the guys were panting hard. Sweat fell nonstop down from their foreheads, swooping past their cheeks and dripping onto the floor after it’d hang on for those last moments to their chins or the edge of their jaws. Hongbin could feel the stares. He felt them permeate his skin, breaking past his last barriers of defense and left him feeling guilty. It was Wonshik who piped up first, “You hear him, let’s practice on our own.” He walked over to the stereo, pressing play through the iPod and the song started over.
The other members stopped staring down Hongbin and went back into formation. They practiced for another thirty minutes, only getting about six rounds in before Wonshik, less forgiving than Hakyeon, stopped the music and called for a break. Hongbin didn’t go for any of the water bottles, didn’t plop on the couch, didn’t stand there and rethink of the steps; he grabbed his coat, headed straight for the door and no one stopped him.
Hurrying back to the dorm, Hongbin kept pressing the elevator button, cursing at it to speed up. When it reached the bottom door he strode inside and pressed for the doors to shut, really hating how old this thing seemed. Twenty three floors up, and finally he was able to pace quickly to their dorm door, jamming the code in so quickly he messed up the first time. Another curse flew from his lips as he entered it in a second time, correctly, bursting in through the front door.
“Hyung?!” He swept inside, barely kicking his shoes off in time, tripping lightly over the stoop. He went straight for Hakyeon’s shared room, flinging the door open--”Hyu-!” He stopped in his tracks immediately, heart leaping up into his throat and shutting him up.
“I was wondering when you were going to show up, took you long enough.” The leader was putting the finishing touches on himself, carefully gliding the liquid liner along his eyelid like he had seen the coordi-noonas apply to him hundreds of times before, tongue was settled between his teeth in concentration. His head tilted to the side and he blinked a few times to make sure his makeup was even before finally passing a glance over to Hongbin, giving him a head to toe scan before quirking a brow, “But you're not exactly in the right attire.”
It was the same words that had been spoken to him just a couple weeks ago but they weren’t said with any spite, no malice dripping from his voice; it was just stated matter-of-factly. Hakyeon was dressed in a pair of dark-as-night thigh and ass hugging skinny jeans, a simple tight charcoal shirt topped off with a studded leather jacket that set the whole outfit off. His socked feet were still bare but he had the perfect shoes waiting by the door: black leather with a bit of a heel. The dark colors seemed to give his fading crimson hair life again, and Hakyeon had it styled just slightly swept back off his forehead, “I’m going to see what all the hype is about that club, since you spend so much time there.” His tone was still level despite the burning emotion he still felt prickling along his skin, craving release.
Hongbin didn’t know how to confront this--this leader who was one step away from starring in his own 80s rock video. The pants were like a second layer of skin, leaving not much to the imagination in the back or the front. There seemed to be relief with his shirt, nothing too daring there. What really caught Hongbin’s eyes was his hair, sported upwards and unveiling the other’s whole face. His groomed eyebrows showed the smallest bit of expression, like right now there was this definite sass that Hongbin on any given day could handle, but not right now.
“Hyung…” he tried again, thinking another attempt would provide some semblance of coherent thoughts. “You… wanna go out? Tonight?” It might as well have been a rhetorical question for how dumb it was, the answer obvious. Hongbin was just buying himself time to recover.
Hakyeon stuck a hand on his hip in his typical sass fashion, clicking his tongue against his teeth in mock annoyance, “You’ve gone out every night this week and you’re going to pick tonight to stay in? What for? Practice is already over.” Turning back to the full length mirror he had propped against the wall against the orders of Taekwoon that “the damn thing was unnecessary”, he slid his fingertips through his bangs one last time, winking at himself once they were settled in their proper place.
Seeing out of the corner of his eye that Hongbin was still standing there, a dumbfounded look on his face, he snorted, “Do I have to be your mom and pick out your clothes and dress you? Go change. I’m not waiting if you’re not ready.”
The words about practice being over stung, reminding him why he ran over here in the first place. The rest of the guys must have been at the studio still, brewing in confusion and probably anger. How could Hongbin share with them though, that the closer their comeback was coming, the more they recorded, the more scared he was becoming. Anxiety at an all-time high, he couldn’t fathom that at the end of next week they were traveling overseas for their music video shoot and showcases.
Yet Hakyeon was quick to grab his attention again, and he shook it off, deciding tonight was a blessing in disguise (a red-headed disguise). “Nah, I don’t trust you. You’d either choose something too revealing or too conservative.” Easily falling into a chuckle, Hongbin disappeared to go change in his room. As he was getting ready, hastily throwing on the first garments he saw hanging in his closet that were halfway decent, he kept seeing a slender dark-skinned hyung running his hands through thick hair while staring in a mirror.
When he was done, he stepped out of the room, actually not wearing anything that revealing. It was a light blue collared shirt, unbuttoned to show the round collar of the white undershirt beneath. He had on dark blue jeans to match, giving quite a different feel than Hakyeon. Granted, Hongbin had been visiting the club so often lately that he didn’t care more or less about his appearance; as long as the people who were important there recognized him.
“Ready, hyung?” he at least dried himself off from the excess of sweat, his brown strands of hair piecing together in places. His face was bare of makeup, but only the slight shadow of dark circles marred his face, his features perfect other than that. He chose a white pair of shoes, taking his coat he had thrown off earlier, navy in color, not quite feeling the excitement of going out. He was still in disbelief at the other joining in.
Boots already laced up his shins and jacket zipped snuggly he was already waiting by the door, “I was born ready, Binnie.” It was a cheesy line but he didn’t care, letting his sharply lined eyes assess the other’s outfit. It wasn’t near the extreme as his own was but it suited him, it suited him quite well, “Well, it’s an improvement.” It just wouldn’t be like him to give him a nice, direct compliment after-all.
There was nothing eventful about the walk to the club, Hakyeon’s mouth running like the Energizer bunny as he went on about how how he was going to teach Hongbin what real dancing was, how he was going to put on a show for those “drunk idiots” and show them true talent. It was like nothing was wrong, and that was far worse than him actually blowing up and venting his anger. But it just wouldn’t be like him to do that either.
Hongbin’s energy was growing the closer they got to the club, like his body just knew. When the familiar lights and the deep bass increased, he cast Hakyeon one more look, not sure what this night would bring. Either he’d enjoy it or regret it. There was no middle ground.
Paying the cover charge, the amount of money being just pocket change otherwise he wouldn’t frequent here so much, he ducked inside the always overcrowded place. This being one of the few clubs in the area, it was a magnet for single youth, the pressures of finding love at an all time high. He had to turn sideways to make his way through the crowd to the bar, glancing back only once to make sure Hakyeon was still behind him.
When he reached the countertop, the bartender had a wide smile only meant for a regular. “The usual?”
Hongbin nodded, then threw two fingers up, “Give me an extra, for him,” he nodded back to Hakyeon. When the tenders eyes drifted over to Hakyeon, though, Hongbin saw it. There was a noticeable churn of color in those eyes as they landed on the ravishing leader. Hongbin’s jaw tightened.
Though he had followed Hongbin over to the bar, liquor wasn’t what he wanted or needed. What he craved was the bass pumping through his body, shaking his bones. He craved rhythm, movement, slow and sensual, fast and passionate, “I’m not here to drink, Binnie.” As he turned towards the dance floor he caught sight of the bartender’s eyes on him, curling the corner of his lip as an eyelid flickered open and shut, “Not even in your dreams.”
Hakyeon didn’t wait nor care if the other was going to join him, slipping into the massive sea of bodies with more ease than he had the first visit, twisting his way around until he found a girl who looked like she could be close to keeping up with him. Her long hair was clearly damaged from repeated bleaching but she wore a flattering sequined silver dress and blood-red pumps and he was intrigued. Out of courtesy he tapped her shoulder before slipping an arm around her waist and beginning to sway with her in time with the music. Now that they were face to face he thought that she wasn’t too hard on the eyes either.
He was surprised at Hakyeon’s eagerness and resolution to be here. The stress must’ve been cracking down on Hakyeon until he finally burst at the seams. It was a sight to see, watching the dyed hair fade into the mix of people. Hongbin smirked to himself, taking both stirred drinks to down them both. When the bartender asked him who his guest was, he shook his head, “You heard him, not even in your dreams.” Laughing out, his top row of teeth showing in their bright, offsetting way, he slid off the stool after leaving a bill.
Hongbin didn’t bother finding Hakyeon, giving the leader some space. He needed to have his own world, to let go and to dive into the stimulating sensories of the club. Not dancing with anyone in particular, he let the music seep through his limbs, pound through his head and guide each motion of his body. He danced until he felt the alcohol reach his head, dragging him into this place of careless bliss. It was drawing him there, but not pulling him as hard as he wanted. He needed more.
Stumbling off the floor, panting lightly as sweat had built on him once again, he sought out the tattooed man. He found him sitting at a table in this roped off section. Hongbin just gave one wave before the guy was ushering him in, the section dark and smoky from cigarettes, less traffic rolling through. It was the perfect setting, surprisingly less suspicious than doing it in the shadows of a hallway corner or out on a street corner.
The man wasn’t so keen on giving Hongbin a hit though, not without payment. Hongbin rarely had the money required for buying these, so they had a bartering exchange. The man gave Hongbin what he needed if Hongbin gave him what he needed. He hadn’t paid up in the past few days, so he knew tonight he should probably give him something.
It was quick. Under the shield of the black table cloth, he didn’t even look as he slipped his hand between the zipper of the man’s pants, grabbing him earnestly as he wanted to get it over with quick. There was a girl, clearly intoxicated, slumped over on the shoulder of another guy at the table over. Other than that, the traffic was clear and Hongbin hastily worked. When he felt the man tense and grunt, warmth spilling out onto his hand, he jerked his hand out as if it were scorched by a hot flame. He wiped at himself with one of the napkins at the table, and a second later he was receiving a--”This, again?” It was one of the pills. He hadn’t taken one since the night long ago when Hakyeon had caught him. Huh, what a coincidence.
Shrugging, he took it and swallowed, the bitterness not a taste he missed. Leaving the table quickly, Hongbin scurried off to the bathroom, collapsing against the sink with his weight off balance, the two drinks with double shots drowning out his clarity. He washed his hands urgently with soap, twice. He even rinsed out his mouth as if that had anything to do with what he just did. Hongbin wasn’t proud of what he lowered himself to, all for the sake of muddling his reality and finding the easiest way to cope. But it always felt worth it at the end of the night. He tipped his head back, the bathroom cooler than out in the club, and he watched as the dimmed light made the back of his lids flash with white spots.
By the time he made it back out to the main floor, however long after, he was on a mission to find Hakyeon. His steps were heavy, his head buzzing as he pushed past people to find the sexily clad leader. Yeah, Hongbin thought it: his leader was undeniable.
Euphoria. Joy. Happiness. Rapture. Ecstasy. Bliss. No matter what name someone chose to call it by, Hakyeon was feeling it coursing through every fiber in his body. He couldn’t recall the last time he felt a release like this, perhaps not since he had boldly cloaked his eyes with a piece of cloth and danced barefoot for the first time as a mere teenager. The little brat had been right, he did need to loosen up.
It wouldn’t be too difficult for said brat to find him. Once the leader had found his niche, his groove, he was mesmerizing. A small circle had formed around the pair, awestruck by the elegance and graceful yet sensual mobility of the dark-skinned stranger. He had cast aside the heat-retaining jacket, lost somewhere in the crowd. Bare arms moving and twisting as if they were liquid, pouring over the female’s body as he spun and dipped and rode out the tempo of the song with their bodies moving in perfect unison with each other. There were still singles and pairs dancing around them but clearly the charisma radiated from the red-head.
How could he ever disregard Hakyeon when he was in the zone dancing? He had seen him countless times before, in the center of the studio’s dance floor, spinning and kicking, arms flailing, falling to the ground, limber and taut while loose and graceful; he was truly a piece of art in his own way. Now witnessing it on the floor with another body that became invisible, he felt like he was going back in time to that night Hakyeon followed him here. The urge was the same, to just whisk his hyung away and be the one to have his body aligned with the other’s, in perfect synergy.
Much different from last time, Hongbin didn’t slide up from behind. He met eyes with the girl and with one flick of his head, she must’ve seen the clouded command in his gaze, she immediately slid away and was swallowed into the crowd. Hongbin didn’t move in right away, watching the older’s response to losing his partner. He stood there, lips tilting in their beguiling line. “Can I have this dance?” he grinned, his voice not audible over the music but his lips sure could be read, a hand sliding out. His mind was still spinning, his nerves shooting so quickly around in his core that his heart had to quicken to match their rush.
With no warm body pressed to his he was shaken from his high, forehead wrinkling in confusion as to the sudden disappearance of his partner. When he felt the tall presence near him and turned to see Hongbin everything became clear. His questioning look melted away only to be replaced by protruding lips and narrowed eyes, “What the hell did you do that for? She was the only decent dancer in this pathetic group.”
A mocking laugh was his response to the hand offered to him but he couldn’t resist letting his eyes trace the contours of Hongbin’s lips as they moved soundlessly. Before he could get too carried away Hakyeon’s determined gaze quickly resumed scanning over the weak prospects for someone else to reach that extreme with again, running a hand through his sweat-soaked locks with an annoyed sigh, “Just be better off dancing with myself…” He grumbled before passing another glance at Hongbin. The ache in his body screaming for more had no qualms with the idea, it was his mind that was less willing. Should he? No, he couldn’t.
Feeling the buoyancy of the different stimulants working together, he didn’t take Hakyeon’s words to any degree of seriousness. Instead, he chortled it off, closing in anyway without hesitation. He couldn’t even hear all of the words, only bits and pieces, but it was enough for him to wave it all aside. Hakyeon always played hard to get, reveling in the concept of teasing a person but never quite giving them what they wanted. So sometimes, it was a matter of just making Hakyeon want the same thing, which is why Hongbin moved closer, his eyes curving along with the grin on his lips.
“Am I pathetic, too, hyung?” His voice had that taint of playfulness, hands finding a place on the older’s waist. While his eyes went to the sweeping dark skin of the other’s arms, the pulse of his heart quickened. He moved in so close he had to tilt his head down just to view the way sweat collected in the small nook at the base of Hakyeon’s long neck. Hongbin was the one to start it, this slow swing of hips that was actually one beat behind the music; not exactly due to his lack of rhythm, but because he didn’t necessarily hear the music, too caught up in the tides of the other’s heat against him.
He half considered pushing his member away but knew it would do no god with how stubborn he was once he set his mind on something. And besides, it felt nice having a warm body pressed up against him again; considering how perfectly formed Hongbin’s was he couldn’t complain, already feeling multiple pairs of envious eyes on him. Something that unnerved him though was how well their bodies molded together, as if they had been built to fit to each other like two pieces of a puzzle.
That made his heart race faster and color rise to his cheeks, tensing slightly once he felt the touch on his waist, casting a wary glance at the other’s hands before looking to his smug face, “Well you’re already behind the beat.” Hakyeon answered, flat and straight to the point. His own hands settled at the slender line of Hongbin’s hips, easing them back into the tempo of the song. He couldn’t overthink this, he was just teaching Hongbin how to dance. In the middle of a club, with the bass almost completely drowning out their voices, surrounded by a throng of sweaty and hormone driven bodies. It was just an unconventional dance lesson.
Hongbin didn’t say anything, his movements speaking for themselves. He was never the black sheep of the group in dancing, that role belonging to Jaehwan. So it wasn’t hard for him to catch up and meet Hakyeon’s guidance, his eyes closing, slowly as he let himself drown in the moment. Feeling the way his mind was drumming, the rational thoughts trying to inch in being pushed away, he submitted to the alcohol and pill. It was storming through his system with such vigor that his breathing became more ragged, drawing in heavily and expelling out with a warm force. He was sure he must’ve gasped when he felt their hips bumping into one another, this unexpected friction shooting up his spine.
When Hongbin raised the weight of his lashes, peering through them to view his hyung, his breath caught in the middle of his throat, almost on its way out but not making it at the last moment. He didn’t even realize how his hands had made it to the other’s shoulders, draped about them as his fingers barely laced together behind the other’s head. It must’ve involved some active touching, his palms tingling as he just knew he had to have them up tentatively, probably shyly, up the other’s chest. The fact was, they were there now, and so conveniently close to the older’s hair. Hongbin permitted his fingers to slide up through the thick strands at the back of Hakyeon’s head, only toying with the ones at his nape, knowing the other would scold him for messing up his styling job.
From there, it all just came together. Hongbin’s hand gripped tighter at the back of the other’s neck, and this invisible force, like gravity, pulled him in closer, closer, closer. There wasn’t any time to think, no time to second guess, before Hongbin’s lips were on the other’s, his mouth framing so feverishly against Hakyeon’s that he forgot where they were. His lips eagerly parting the other’s, making them succumb to his heated motions as he felt how pliant and hot it all was. Hakyeon exuded this hotness that was begging for Hongbin to consume it.
Before he had even realized it, the leader had closed whatever sliver of thin air that had been left between them and eased his form completely against the other’s. Even though Hongbin was the last person he ever expected to be dancing like this with it didn’t feel wrong, at least not completely wrong. With both girls, this time and the last time, something had felt off, close to falling into place but never quite getting there. Everything that should have felt wrong about this didn’t exist, at least not to his body.
Maybe it was the feeling of having someone bigger, stronger pressed up against him, making him feel safe and protected for once when he was always the one having to watch out for everyone else. The fact that Hongbin had thrown the grabby men off him from their first visit more than proved he was willing to come to his aid. Maybe that was the part needed for that something to fall into place. Whatever Hakyeon was feeling it was enough to keep his hands placed on the other’s lower body, gliding his own against it. Enough to make his skin tingle when he felt those slim hands creeping up his chest to settle at the base of his neck. Enough for him to let his eyes slip shut when Hongbin drew in closer.
Fingertips pressed tighter against the back of the younger’s hips when he felt the pressure on his lips, the softest of moans slipping from his own as he melded them back against Hongbin’s. It wasn’t until he felt the pressure on his mouth to separate that his mind caught up to the rest of him, fully realizing the situation.
He shoved Hongbin back, gaping at him, “What the hell!?!?” The pitch of his voice raised with the shock enough to be heard over the booming treble, petrified though he was blushing up to his ears. How could he have let this happen? Why did he think it was a good idea to try and give Hongbin a taste of his own medicine, to make him regret his recent decisions? Clearly the only one having regrets about the entire idea now was Hakyeon.
When he was shoved back, Hongbin staggered, his hands flying from the other and dropping to his sides. The stunned flash in his eyes was short-lived, not hearing any type of protest pursuing Hakyeon’s shock. He was quick to let the first words roll off his tongue, right past his lips that still burned, “Didn’t think it was that bad, hyung. You seemed to like it.”
To prove his point, he was quick to eliminate the distance again. Within a mere second, he had his mouth back on the other’s, this time cupping his face so firmly, his curled fingers pressed their tips into his cheekbones and his thumbs dipped into his chin beneath the other’s bottom lip. This kiss was harder, more fervent, kissing him so hard he lost his own breath. His teeth drew along the other’s lower tier, sucking it in between his lips to give him a hard friction. Their bodies were so close he felt his chest against the other’s, one shoe camped between the other’s feet, his knee brushing the side of Hakyeon’s leg. Hongbin focused on breaking Hakyeon’s resistance, one persuasive detail at a time.
It wasn’t that he had never kissed anyone before, far from that actually. He had had a serious girlfriend before he became a trainee, and had the emotional kiss in Brian-hyung’s music video but none of those had felt like this. When Hongbin’s mouth collided with his again it felt like fireworks exploding inside his chest, a sensation coursing through his veins that he had never felt before. It felt like electricity surging beneath his skin, unsure if his heart was still beating or if he was still breathing.
His hands had shot up in an attempt to push him away again but instead curled into the fabric of the other’s shirt, unable to fight back his body’s desire for this, for more of Lee Hongbin. How long had this urge been brewing in his subconscious? It was as if Hakyeon was separated from his physical body, watching it move on its own accord with no say in the matter. Tan fingers weaving into sweat-soaked brown locks, another low groan muffled against the plump lips so hot, heavy and needy on his own, tongue darting out for a taste of the younger male. ”H-Hongbin-ah…” A whisper strained through the kiss-swollen lips, muffled in their clash of teeth and tongues as his body rolled against him.
Never having imagined that when Hakyeon gave in, it’d be like this, any last remains of rationale fled out the door. He didn’t mentally debate whether or not the effects on his body were contributed to by the drug eating away at him from the inside out. How the other’s body ever so fluid against him was causing heat to pool between his legs, thoughts completely muddled. The cause behind it all didn’t matter now, not when he had Hakyeon surrendering to him on a golden platter. This was so much better than any of Hongbin’s hot-blooded fantasies that plagued him at night (and sometimes during the day). Hakyeon was malleable and enthusiastic, emanating this sensual blaze that he was trying not to get singed by--and failing.
“Hyung,” he murmured back, his tongue darting against the other’s. “You’re close. You’re so close to completely letting go,” hushed whispers that fell out freely since Hongbin’s discretion was gone at this rate. “Let me help you go further.” These words intended to compel Hakyeon to comply even more, to go one step beyond what he’d taken already, and to let the younger member help him feel even better. It was no mystery that his touch on the older male was exhilarating, causing hot shivers to rush through him as his hands had slipped down his chest to his sides, and around to his back. His fingertips having slipped beneath the hem of that forbidden charcoal shirt, he was being inviting in the most blatant of ways.
Crumbling so easily to the will of the younger man hadn’t been his intention, he was supposed to have been the one in charge and yet here he was as desperate and hormone driven as the bodies around them that he had long forgotten about. He became very aware of this fact and very self-conscious about it, breaking the kiss to dip his head into the crook of Hongbin’s neck; he didn’t want to be seen like this, his body begging for more where his pride wouldn’t allow him to speak. All Hakyeon could do was nod, intoxicated by the scent of the other’s body. It wasn’t driving him away like the sweat-soaked air that hung thick in the club, it was almost sweet, driving him more mad and causing his inhibitions to fall away. His embarrassment still lingered.
Hongbin’s touch was electric, sparks seeming to burst where they connected with his bare skin. He gasped against the other’s neck, hot breath tickling the pale skin as his hands dropped to the broad shoulders as if they were his only means of support.
It didn’t take long for that sole means of support to be guiding Hakyeon through the crowd. They lasted about one more song of aimless grinding, Hongbin clutching the other against his frame, leaving him breathless and pliant. People would glance their way but they disappeared too quickly towards the exit of the floor for any stares to linger.
The bathroom was down a dark hallway, the lights a tacky dim magenta. There was one guy at the sink fixing his hair, but when he saw them bursting through, heading straight for one of the stalls, he slipped out. Hongbin was in a place far from caring. Everything in him was stifling, crawling to just get out of him and have some sort of rupture. He pulled Hakyeon inside of the small space, the stall door rattling shut as he didn’t bother locking it when he had the other’s body suddenly against it.
“Hakyeon-hyung,” the name was swallowed up, lost in the confines of their mouths once again crashing together. He was trying to pull sounds from the other now that they were out of reach from the looming speakers; from the upward rock of hips that dug the front of his jeans right against the other’s, to his hands draping their way down his bared arms, fingers prying into supple skin. They reached Hakyeon’s jeans and showing his unnamed experience, Hongbin unfastened them quickly with a snap of a button and a tug of a zipper.
He had no sense of time, no sense of anything really, not even noticing the ringing in his ears from the loud music had stopped until he he felt the cool touch of the stall against his steaming back. A small grunt of surprise followed, eyes adjusting to the dimly lit bathroom from the flashing strobe lights of the dance floor, now realizing they were in the bathroom.
Hearing his name drip from Hongbin’s lips in that silky smooth voice fueled him on and shot straight to his arousal already straining against the unforgiving fabric of his pants. His hands still gripped the other’s shoulders tightly, tongue exploring the wet heat of his mouth, pressing against the same appendage inside.
Hakyeon had only done this with his girlfriend in the year and a half they had been together. Not wanting to pressure themselves with the temptation of going further it had only happened once and it was sloppy, both of them being their first serious relationship. It was apparent that Hongbin knew what he was doing and that both scared the leader and turned him on more. He trusted Hongbin, completely, and allowed himself to anticipate where this was going, murmuring encouragements against his lips, “Bin-ah...please…” Even just having his jeans undone was enough to relieve some of the ache between his legs.
Hongbin didn’t prolong the wait any longer, his hand inching over and finally delving past the open flaps. It was hot and stifling within, his fingers seeking out the elastic band that was clinging tightly to Hakyeon's figure. He didn't have time for foreplay, not able to tease or rile up his hyung to unbearable impatience. With his heart clamoring against his ribcage in excitement, he hastily slid his hand beneath the other's briefs. Hakyeon was so hard and thick, the younger male gasping out in surprise at just how heavy the weight of his erection felt in his palm, which was closing up around him into a fist.
Thankfully there was slickness around him already, whether it was the other's precum or the worked up sweat from dancing. Hongbin drew his lips to the other's chin, his teeth scraping slowly against the curve before dipping down to his neck, while his hand was just trying to bring Hakyeon to full arousal. It had to be the gift of the pill he'd taken, for usually alcohol slurred his mind and left him feeling scathingly hot because of anything. But right now he was so finitely aware of how the other's cock pulsed in his hand, throbbing intensely as he dragged his hand unevenly along him. There wasn't any smooth rhythm because he was desperate, but he undisputedly knew when to tighten the seize of his fist, or when to loosen his hold, listening closely for the other's noises of pleasure.
“Fuck!” The curse escaped before he could catch it, Hakyeon usually not one for such vulgar language but it was the only thing he could think to say to describe how he was feeling in the current situation. He was amazed he was even able to think at all given the way his head was spinning. It came out louder than he had intended but thankfully the restroom was vacant of anyone else, for the time being at least. His body had jerked forward upon feeling the soft hand grasping him, nails digging into the other’s skin through his shirt.
The erratic rhythm drove him wild, unable to hold back the breathless sounds that spilled with no restraint from his lips. Hongbin’s mouth at his neck had him tilting his head, exposing more of the sweat-sheened skin to be taken advantage of; he hadn’t realized how sensitive the skin of his long neck was, each feel of the other’s teeth gliding along sending a shiver down his spine that made his legs shake and his cock pulse more in the other’s firm hold.
He had heard about how someone else getting you off was so much better than doing it yourself, but Hakyeon had gotten by just fine on his own. But then again he had never had someone as skilled or attractive as Hongbin doing the job for him, wanting so eagerly to please him. Hakyeon was sure he was ruined from this moment on, certain he’d never be able to get off by just his own means anymore.
He wasn't going to just let the older male rock his hips back and forth, into the stall door behind him and forward into the grasp of his hand. When he was sensing the buckles of Hakyeon far undone and just left piled onto the floor, he took this one step further. Further, always further. It was a quick move, Hongbin dragging out a faltering breath as he dragged down the other's layers. Abruptly on his knees, his jeans against the hard floor, he had the other's jeans wrestled down to his mid-thighs.
Cast so deeply into how invigorating he was feeling in this moment, the usually composed leader in a frenzied need because of his doing, he didn't think twice about his next actions. Usually this act was forced, Hongbin only performing it if absolutely necessary. But right now he knew how much he wanted it, to feel Hakyeon's heated flesh weighing down on his tongue, filling up the whole of his mouth.
Grabbing the older member by his base, his lips enveloped the other's tip, wrapping tightly around his flushed erection and gliding himself down the shaft. The alkaline taste was so strong, Hakyeon's arousal undeniable against his tongue. Hongbin groaned around him, not wasting any precious time before he was bobbing his reddened lips along the other, each time trying to draw the other deeper.
So lost in the waves of pleasure overtaking his body, eyes pressed shut and thrown back against the stall door, he hadn’t noticed the other lowering himself to the floor and undressing him partially. It was only when he felt the moist heat engulfing his cock that he somehow managed to glance down with half-lidded eyes and see Hongbin swallowing him, “H-Hong..bin…” He moaned, low and deep in his throat, the sound echoing off the metal walls mere seconds before the bathroom door swung open and someone strode in.
Hakyeon’s expression was an odd meshing of mortified and still aroused, undeniable how sexy it looked to witness his cock disappearing between the younger’s swollen lips; he could still taste Hongbin on his own. While he found one hand had already tangled itself into Hongbin’s hair again, the other had quickly flown up to cover his mouth, his feeble attempt to hide the lewd sounds that were still falling from his mouth.
If any of the next few people that came and left had any idea of the happenings behind the stall door, anyone checking under the stall would be able to gather what was going on giving the sight of a pair of boots and a second person on their knees, it went unspoken. And Hakyeon couldn’t worry about it because his entire body was on fire, the most intense burning circulating in his groin and close to being out of control. He could see the devious look in the other’s eyes as he tried to draw louder noises from the leader, tearing his gaze away throw his head back against the door again. It had to end soon, this was too much, he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
It was when he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of Hongbin’s throat that everything erupted, hand falling from his mouth as his other yanked the thick hair it was still tangled in, “Hong-!” Unable to even cry out the other’s full name, he was already spilling his bitter seed into his mouth without warning. The churning in the pit of his stomach was more than he was able to manage. He had become unraveled so easy easily, stretched like putty so thin that even the smallest touch would break it. And Hongbin had broken him.
His thighs quivered as he came down from his orgasm, his entire body flushed and spent as he tried to support his own dead weight. His chest rose and fell rapidly, panting to try and regain whatever breath he could as it all had left his body.
Hakyeon would have been too preoccupied to notice how Hongbin crept a free hand down to take care of himself. His own ache pressed against the front of his jeans and he had to alleviate the strain. While his own hand was inside of his underwear, jerking himself up to the sounds and overwhelming heat of Hakyeon, he came shortly after the other did. Keeping his lips locked around Hakyeon's cock, when he came so suddenly into his throat, he pulled back some so he wouldn't choke, his throat relaxing to swallow. He was too dizzied with ecstasy though, his lips parting and letting the older's cum pool around the muscle of his tongue, breathing heavy through his nose as his own body tensed as he came.
He tried to gulp down all of the other bit by bit, his mouth drawing back as a thin string of saliva and seed stretched out. Hongbin didn't bother wiping his mouth off yet, too caught up on his resonating pleasure as he sat back on his heels, eyes closed, slackened lips curving up at the ends as his neck tilted back. The he finally opened his eyes, peering up at Hakyeon as his hair stuck to his forehead, the tip of his tongue darting out to slowly follow the lines of his lips. "You taste good, hyung," he offered, somewhere in the depths of his mind he remembered Hakyeon liked compliments. The line was predictable but what else was he to say, too weak as the symptoms were beginning to run their course, his initial intense high gradually lowering.
He couldn’t move, limbs paralyzed as the high that had been driving his body had drained everything from him; his cock hung limp between his legs now, spent like the rest of him though still slick with the other’s saliva. He didn’t know how he managed to get his underwear and pants back up and fastened. It probably had to do with the panic that set in when he again heard footsteps on the cement floor right outside the door, the fear of getting caught realized again.
Hakyeon didn’t bother with cleaning himself off, that would be done later when he showered, but he did rip off some toilet paper to wipe the bit of cum that had managed to escape Hongbin’s tongue and settle on his chin. His entire face turned scarlet from the comment as he made eye contact with the man still beneath him but only for a split second before discarding the dirtied tissue in the toilet and offering a hand to help him up, “Don’t you think I deserve better than some second-rate crap you took from a porno?” As frazzled as he still appeared to be, he always had his sass and it was one of the few things he could do to keep the moment from becoming any more uncomfortable, “We should get back, it’s late.”
Exiting the stall and ignoring the smug grin of a man at the urinal, Hakyeon just stood in front of the mirror for a moment to fix his appearance. Sweat had lessened some of the volume of his hair but that was easily solved with a few flicks of his fingers. Satisfied he could walk out looking as good as when he arrived he glanced back at the stranger and scoffed, “You only wish.”
A chortle spilled forth, the sound so soft and full of amusement, one wouldn’t think he had just been sucking cock for the past however long. Standing up, the space still so narrow that he had to press briefly against Hakyeon, adjusting his clothing, brushing off his knees, nose wrinkling at the feel of his release staining his underwear, “Mm,” he agreed about going home. The first thing he wanted to do was to shower, revel in the liberation from the night and then sleep harder than he had in the past few weeks.
As he let Hakyeon head out first, Hongbin sweeping his hands down his hair to flatten any possibly stray strands, he caught sight of the man taking a piss. Another smirk entertained along his lips at Hakyeon’s brevity. “He wishes about me,” Hongbin jumped in, stepping out of the stall and came from behind up to Hakyeon as he reached past him, hands dipping down past his waist to rinse them off in the sink. His chin briefly rested on the other’s shoulder, and when the faucet was turned off, he shook his hands dry and then lowered one, folding it into one of the older’s, “Come on, let’s go.” As he walked past the man who was ogling the pair of them, clearly stunned at their attractive features, he shot him a raise of his eyebrow, Hongbin’s gaze spelling out the words, ‘don’t even dare to look at him.’
Hongbin had his jacket, but Hakyeon’s was lost. Outside in the colder air, he slipped his off because the other was sleeveless. For himself he simply pulled his sleeves as far down as they could go and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to contain all of the body heat he could. “Fuck, it’s getting cold.” October was always that month where temperatures tricked you, being quite warm and pleasant in the day but then dropping so steeply at night.
There was a small spike in his finally regular heart rate when he felt the other behind him again, for a moment his mind flashing back to their first night at the club. Would this have happened sooner had he just given in then? It didn’t matter because that fact was that it had happened and it couldn’t go any further.
A soft smile wrinkled the corner of his eyes when he felt Hongbin’s hand slip into his, finding the little gesture rather sweet given the less-than-sweet thing they had just done. And when he was given his jacket he would have admitted he was blushing a little again, maybe. Hakyeon tucked his arms into the warmth of the coat, the sleeves drooping almost to his fingertips; the jacket was large on him as it was meant to accommodate for the extra muscle of the younger man, “Of course it is, that’s what happens when winter is coming.” He replied even though he really hadn’t needed to, “I just hope I can get my jacket back, noona will kill me…” It technically hadn’t been his jacket to take, but he had had it for awhile without question from the coordis.
“Come here, I don’t want to hear you whine.” Hakyeon reached over and hooked his closest arm around Hongbin’s waist, pulling the other against him to hug one of his thinly covered arms with his remaining one. It made an awkward position for the leader for walking but it was the least he could do; he didn’t want Hongbin getting sick and he did like having the other man close.
A minute of silence passed before Hakyeon finally spoke again, resting his cheek on Hongbin’s shoulder, “Binnie...I’m sorry about….you know….in your….” He couldn’t quite bring himself to mention all the words, already struggling with gathering the courage to have spoken up to apologize in the first place.
“Were you the one who threw my tea away?” Hongbin joked, referring to an incident earlier that week where he had been looking for his iced jasmine tea all over the practice room, only to find it empty and drained in the trash. “I thought that was Jaehwan-hyung,” he grinned, glancing over at Hakyeon. It was clear he didn’t want to talk about what Hakyeon was actually trying to address. They were out of the club, there was no need to.
The rest of the walk home was more pleasant, Hakyeon’s warmth against him. Hongbin’s buzz was weakened by all of his energy being executed in the bathroom, then officially killed by the freezing air. When they walked into the dorm with all of the lights off, a sign the members were all asleep, he quietly removed his shoes and before he pulled away from the other completely, before they returned to their separate bathrooms and rooms, he asked, voice so hushed he barely heard himself. “Come with me, again. Next time.” In the dark his fingers sought out the other’s palm again, his thumb circling in the center of his hand.
“I didn’t throw it away, I drank it. It was delicious.” Hakyeon played along. Fooling around with another member never been part of their list of things that were never spoken about, but there was a first time for everything. Neither of them was going to speak about this. Afterall, what happens in the club stays in the club.
Once inside the more than welcomed and familiarity of the dorm, Hakyeon shruggled out of the jacket and handed it back to the other. All he wanted was a hot shower, clean and snuggly pajamas, and to bury himself in his blankets. He couldn’t help but give a relaxing sigh and the pleasant thought as he kicked his boots off but it was short-lived, plagued instead with worry and confusion.
“Come with me, again. Next time.” Again. Next time. Clearly Hongbin hadn’t learned his lesson during his mistake-ridden practice but then again he hadn’t exactly been punished. Coaxing your leader into submission and giving him a blow-job wasn’t exactly a punishment, at least not for Hongbin. Rather than trying to lecture or argue with his dongsaeng, Hakyeon just pulled his hand away; it wasn’t easy, the light touch again making his skin spark, “Goodnight, Binnie. Sleep well.” He reached up to ruffle his hair before leaving him with a warm smile, disappearing into his room. Sleep wouldn’t come peacefully for him though, tossing and turning and unable to shake thoughts of Hongbin and their club adventure seared into his memory.
As for Hongbin, he went to bed rather peacefully. Hakyeon’s avoidance of his invitation wasn’t a straight no, and like before, he would readily accept that. Instead, the last thoughts on his mind as he finally made it to bed, were the faint series of breathless moans, some of them containing his name, and the lasting bitterness on his tongue that he swore he could still vividly taste.
Stage Five.
a/n:
This feels like so long ago we wrote this (since we've written so much since), but I hope you all enjoyed it!!! ~ JKun
Because of this fic, Binnie has now risen up my bias list to housewife status. ~ Mars
Pairing: ChaBean
Word Count: 8600+
Rating: R (sexual content)
Summary: Finally the tension breaks and Hakyeon lets go. A depiction of the events leading up to this.
Stage One. || Stage Two. || Stage Three.
Stage 4: Let Go
“Stop stop stop! It’s off count again! Do I need to start clapping out the beat like you’re all trainees? We’ve been practicing for almost a month now, why are you still making mistakes on the easiest parts?” Hakyeon wasn’t addressing any one member in particular as he left his position to restart the song again for the seventh time since they started practice less than thirty minutes ago, but his eyes had been on Hongbin in the mirror with each run-through they had tried to complete. The other members knew it was him who kept messing up as well, but tearing down a teammate wasn’t going to help the situation.
Hakyeon hadn’t missed a single one of Hongbin’s stumbles as he tried to change into the next formation, the sloppy handling of the skull tipped rod that acted as their needle, the dark circles beneath his eyes and how quickly he seemed drained of all his energy, “Let’s try it again!”
However, when Hongbin completely missed the entrance of his lines that’s when he couldn’t handle any more and he shut off the music again. The leader didn’t like to show his anger, didn’t like to let things get to him knowing how hard all this was, but this was just too much. He had let Hongbin’s little need to disappear at night go unspoken since their dinner on the premise that it wouldn’t affect their preparations. Clearly someone didn’t feel up to keeping his end of the bargain, “I’m not feeling well. Finish practicing on your own.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft given the amount of pent up frustration bubbling under his skin and he left the dance studio without another word and stormed off back to their dorm.
The rest of the guys were panting hard. Sweat fell nonstop down from their foreheads, swooping past their cheeks and dripping onto the floor after it’d hang on for those last moments to their chins or the edge of their jaws. Hongbin could feel the stares. He felt them permeate his skin, breaking past his last barriers of defense and left him feeling guilty. It was Wonshik who piped up first, “You hear him, let’s practice on our own.” He walked over to the stereo, pressing play through the iPod and the song started over.
The other members stopped staring down Hongbin and went back into formation. They practiced for another thirty minutes, only getting about six rounds in before Wonshik, less forgiving than Hakyeon, stopped the music and called for a break. Hongbin didn’t go for any of the water bottles, didn’t plop on the couch, didn’t stand there and rethink of the steps; he grabbed his coat, headed straight for the door and no one stopped him.
Hurrying back to the dorm, Hongbin kept pressing the elevator button, cursing at it to speed up. When it reached the bottom door he strode inside and pressed for the doors to shut, really hating how old this thing seemed. Twenty three floors up, and finally he was able to pace quickly to their dorm door, jamming the code in so quickly he messed up the first time. Another curse flew from his lips as he entered it in a second time, correctly, bursting in through the front door.
“Hyung?!” He swept inside, barely kicking his shoes off in time, tripping lightly over the stoop. He went straight for Hakyeon’s shared room, flinging the door open--”Hyu-!” He stopped in his tracks immediately, heart leaping up into his throat and shutting him up.
“I was wondering when you were going to show up, took you long enough.” The leader was putting the finishing touches on himself, carefully gliding the liquid liner along his eyelid like he had seen the coordi-noonas apply to him hundreds of times before, tongue was settled between his teeth in concentration. His head tilted to the side and he blinked a few times to make sure his makeup was even before finally passing a glance over to Hongbin, giving him a head to toe scan before quirking a brow, “But you're not exactly in the right attire.”
It was the same words that had been spoken to him just a couple weeks ago but they weren’t said with any spite, no malice dripping from his voice; it was just stated matter-of-factly. Hakyeon was dressed in a pair of dark-as-night thigh and ass hugging skinny jeans, a simple tight charcoal shirt topped off with a studded leather jacket that set the whole outfit off. His socked feet were still bare but he had the perfect shoes waiting by the door: black leather with a bit of a heel. The dark colors seemed to give his fading crimson hair life again, and Hakyeon had it styled just slightly swept back off his forehead, “I’m going to see what all the hype is about that club, since you spend so much time there.” His tone was still level despite the burning emotion he still felt prickling along his skin, craving release.
Hongbin didn’t know how to confront this--this leader who was one step away from starring in his own 80s rock video. The pants were like a second layer of skin, leaving not much to the imagination in the back or the front. There seemed to be relief with his shirt, nothing too daring there. What really caught Hongbin’s eyes was his hair, sported upwards and unveiling the other’s whole face. His groomed eyebrows showed the smallest bit of expression, like right now there was this definite sass that Hongbin on any given day could handle, but not right now.
“Hyung…” he tried again, thinking another attempt would provide some semblance of coherent thoughts. “You… wanna go out? Tonight?” It might as well have been a rhetorical question for how dumb it was, the answer obvious. Hongbin was just buying himself time to recover.
Hakyeon stuck a hand on his hip in his typical sass fashion, clicking his tongue against his teeth in mock annoyance, “You’ve gone out every night this week and you’re going to pick tonight to stay in? What for? Practice is already over.” Turning back to the full length mirror he had propped against the wall against the orders of Taekwoon that “the damn thing was unnecessary”, he slid his fingertips through his bangs one last time, winking at himself once they were settled in their proper place.
Seeing out of the corner of his eye that Hongbin was still standing there, a dumbfounded look on his face, he snorted, “Do I have to be your mom and pick out your clothes and dress you? Go change. I’m not waiting if you’re not ready.”
The words about practice being over stung, reminding him why he ran over here in the first place. The rest of the guys must have been at the studio still, brewing in confusion and probably anger. How could Hongbin share with them though, that the closer their comeback was coming, the more they recorded, the more scared he was becoming. Anxiety at an all-time high, he couldn’t fathom that at the end of next week they were traveling overseas for their music video shoot and showcases.
Yet Hakyeon was quick to grab his attention again, and he shook it off, deciding tonight was a blessing in disguise (a red-headed disguise). “Nah, I don’t trust you. You’d either choose something too revealing or too conservative.” Easily falling into a chuckle, Hongbin disappeared to go change in his room. As he was getting ready, hastily throwing on the first garments he saw hanging in his closet that were halfway decent, he kept seeing a slender dark-skinned hyung running his hands through thick hair while staring in a mirror.
When he was done, he stepped out of the room, actually not wearing anything that revealing. It was a light blue collared shirt, unbuttoned to show the round collar of the white undershirt beneath. He had on dark blue jeans to match, giving quite a different feel than Hakyeon. Granted, Hongbin had been visiting the club so often lately that he didn’t care more or less about his appearance; as long as the people who were important there recognized him.
“Ready, hyung?” he at least dried himself off from the excess of sweat, his brown strands of hair piecing together in places. His face was bare of makeup, but only the slight shadow of dark circles marred his face, his features perfect other than that. He chose a white pair of shoes, taking his coat he had thrown off earlier, navy in color, not quite feeling the excitement of going out. He was still in disbelief at the other joining in.
Boots already laced up his shins and jacket zipped snuggly he was already waiting by the door, “I was born ready, Binnie.” It was a cheesy line but he didn’t care, letting his sharply lined eyes assess the other’s outfit. It wasn’t near the extreme as his own was but it suited him, it suited him quite well, “Well, it’s an improvement.” It just wouldn’t be like him to give him a nice, direct compliment after-all.
There was nothing eventful about the walk to the club, Hakyeon’s mouth running like the Energizer bunny as he went on about how how he was going to teach Hongbin what real dancing was, how he was going to put on a show for those “drunk idiots” and show them true talent. It was like nothing was wrong, and that was far worse than him actually blowing up and venting his anger. But it just wouldn’t be like him to do that either.
Hongbin’s energy was growing the closer they got to the club, like his body just knew. When the familiar lights and the deep bass increased, he cast Hakyeon one more look, not sure what this night would bring. Either he’d enjoy it or regret it. There was no middle ground.
Paying the cover charge, the amount of money being just pocket change otherwise he wouldn’t frequent here so much, he ducked inside the always overcrowded place. This being one of the few clubs in the area, it was a magnet for single youth, the pressures of finding love at an all time high. He had to turn sideways to make his way through the crowd to the bar, glancing back only once to make sure Hakyeon was still behind him.
When he reached the countertop, the bartender had a wide smile only meant for a regular. “The usual?”
Hongbin nodded, then threw two fingers up, “Give me an extra, for him,” he nodded back to Hakyeon. When the tenders eyes drifted over to Hakyeon, though, Hongbin saw it. There was a noticeable churn of color in those eyes as they landed on the ravishing leader. Hongbin’s jaw tightened.
Though he had followed Hongbin over to the bar, liquor wasn’t what he wanted or needed. What he craved was the bass pumping through his body, shaking his bones. He craved rhythm, movement, slow and sensual, fast and passionate, “I’m not here to drink, Binnie.” As he turned towards the dance floor he caught sight of the bartender’s eyes on him, curling the corner of his lip as an eyelid flickered open and shut, “Not even in your dreams.”
Hakyeon didn’t wait nor care if the other was going to join him, slipping into the massive sea of bodies with more ease than he had the first visit, twisting his way around until he found a girl who looked like she could be close to keeping up with him. Her long hair was clearly damaged from repeated bleaching but she wore a flattering sequined silver dress and blood-red pumps and he was intrigued. Out of courtesy he tapped her shoulder before slipping an arm around her waist and beginning to sway with her in time with the music. Now that they were face to face he thought that she wasn’t too hard on the eyes either.
He was surprised at Hakyeon’s eagerness and resolution to be here. The stress must’ve been cracking down on Hakyeon until he finally burst at the seams. It was a sight to see, watching the dyed hair fade into the mix of people. Hongbin smirked to himself, taking both stirred drinks to down them both. When the bartender asked him who his guest was, he shook his head, “You heard him, not even in your dreams.” Laughing out, his top row of teeth showing in their bright, offsetting way, he slid off the stool after leaving a bill.
Hongbin didn’t bother finding Hakyeon, giving the leader some space. He needed to have his own world, to let go and to dive into the stimulating sensories of the club. Not dancing with anyone in particular, he let the music seep through his limbs, pound through his head and guide each motion of his body. He danced until he felt the alcohol reach his head, dragging him into this place of careless bliss. It was drawing him there, but not pulling him as hard as he wanted. He needed more.
Stumbling off the floor, panting lightly as sweat had built on him once again, he sought out the tattooed man. He found him sitting at a table in this roped off section. Hongbin just gave one wave before the guy was ushering him in, the section dark and smoky from cigarettes, less traffic rolling through. It was the perfect setting, surprisingly less suspicious than doing it in the shadows of a hallway corner or out on a street corner.
The man wasn’t so keen on giving Hongbin a hit though, not without payment. Hongbin rarely had the money required for buying these, so they had a bartering exchange. The man gave Hongbin what he needed if Hongbin gave him what he needed. He hadn’t paid up in the past few days, so he knew tonight he should probably give him something.
It was quick. Under the shield of the black table cloth, he didn’t even look as he slipped his hand between the zipper of the man’s pants, grabbing him earnestly as he wanted to get it over with quick. There was a girl, clearly intoxicated, slumped over on the shoulder of another guy at the table over. Other than that, the traffic was clear and Hongbin hastily worked. When he felt the man tense and grunt, warmth spilling out onto his hand, he jerked his hand out as if it were scorched by a hot flame. He wiped at himself with one of the napkins at the table, and a second later he was receiving a--”This, again?” It was one of the pills. He hadn’t taken one since the night long ago when Hakyeon had caught him. Huh, what a coincidence.
Shrugging, he took it and swallowed, the bitterness not a taste he missed. Leaving the table quickly, Hongbin scurried off to the bathroom, collapsing against the sink with his weight off balance, the two drinks with double shots drowning out his clarity. He washed his hands urgently with soap, twice. He even rinsed out his mouth as if that had anything to do with what he just did. Hongbin wasn’t proud of what he lowered himself to, all for the sake of muddling his reality and finding the easiest way to cope. But it always felt worth it at the end of the night. He tipped his head back, the bathroom cooler than out in the club, and he watched as the dimmed light made the back of his lids flash with white spots.
By the time he made it back out to the main floor, however long after, he was on a mission to find Hakyeon. His steps were heavy, his head buzzing as he pushed past people to find the sexily clad leader. Yeah, Hongbin thought it: his leader was undeniable.
Euphoria. Joy. Happiness. Rapture. Ecstasy. Bliss. No matter what name someone chose to call it by, Hakyeon was feeling it coursing through every fiber in his body. He couldn’t recall the last time he felt a release like this, perhaps not since he had boldly cloaked his eyes with a piece of cloth and danced barefoot for the first time as a mere teenager. The little brat had been right, he did need to loosen up.
It wouldn’t be too difficult for said brat to find him. Once the leader had found his niche, his groove, he was mesmerizing. A small circle had formed around the pair, awestruck by the elegance and graceful yet sensual mobility of the dark-skinned stranger. He had cast aside the heat-retaining jacket, lost somewhere in the crowd. Bare arms moving and twisting as if they were liquid, pouring over the female’s body as he spun and dipped and rode out the tempo of the song with their bodies moving in perfect unison with each other. There were still singles and pairs dancing around them but clearly the charisma radiated from the red-head.
How could he ever disregard Hakyeon when he was in the zone dancing? He had seen him countless times before, in the center of the studio’s dance floor, spinning and kicking, arms flailing, falling to the ground, limber and taut while loose and graceful; he was truly a piece of art in his own way. Now witnessing it on the floor with another body that became invisible, he felt like he was going back in time to that night Hakyeon followed him here. The urge was the same, to just whisk his hyung away and be the one to have his body aligned with the other’s, in perfect synergy.
Much different from last time, Hongbin didn’t slide up from behind. He met eyes with the girl and with one flick of his head, she must’ve seen the clouded command in his gaze, she immediately slid away and was swallowed into the crowd. Hongbin didn’t move in right away, watching the older’s response to losing his partner. He stood there, lips tilting in their beguiling line. “Can I have this dance?” he grinned, his voice not audible over the music but his lips sure could be read, a hand sliding out. His mind was still spinning, his nerves shooting so quickly around in his core that his heart had to quicken to match their rush.
With no warm body pressed to his he was shaken from his high, forehead wrinkling in confusion as to the sudden disappearance of his partner. When he felt the tall presence near him and turned to see Hongbin everything became clear. His questioning look melted away only to be replaced by protruding lips and narrowed eyes, “What the hell did you do that for? She was the only decent dancer in this pathetic group.”
A mocking laugh was his response to the hand offered to him but he couldn’t resist letting his eyes trace the contours of Hongbin’s lips as they moved soundlessly. Before he could get too carried away Hakyeon’s determined gaze quickly resumed scanning over the weak prospects for someone else to reach that extreme with again, running a hand through his sweat-soaked locks with an annoyed sigh, “Just be better off dancing with myself…” He grumbled before passing another glance at Hongbin. The ache in his body screaming for more had no qualms with the idea, it was his mind that was less willing. Should he? No, he couldn’t.
Feeling the buoyancy of the different stimulants working together, he didn’t take Hakyeon’s words to any degree of seriousness. Instead, he chortled it off, closing in anyway without hesitation. He couldn’t even hear all of the words, only bits and pieces, but it was enough for him to wave it all aside. Hakyeon always played hard to get, reveling in the concept of teasing a person but never quite giving them what they wanted. So sometimes, it was a matter of just making Hakyeon want the same thing, which is why Hongbin moved closer, his eyes curving along with the grin on his lips.
“Am I pathetic, too, hyung?” His voice had that taint of playfulness, hands finding a place on the older’s waist. While his eyes went to the sweeping dark skin of the other’s arms, the pulse of his heart quickened. He moved in so close he had to tilt his head down just to view the way sweat collected in the small nook at the base of Hakyeon’s long neck. Hongbin was the one to start it, this slow swing of hips that was actually one beat behind the music; not exactly due to his lack of rhythm, but because he didn’t necessarily hear the music, too caught up in the tides of the other’s heat against him.
He half considered pushing his member away but knew it would do no god with how stubborn he was once he set his mind on something. And besides, it felt nice having a warm body pressed up against him again; considering how perfectly formed Hongbin’s was he couldn’t complain, already feeling multiple pairs of envious eyes on him. Something that unnerved him though was how well their bodies molded together, as if they had been built to fit to each other like two pieces of a puzzle.
That made his heart race faster and color rise to his cheeks, tensing slightly once he felt the touch on his waist, casting a wary glance at the other’s hands before looking to his smug face, “Well you’re already behind the beat.” Hakyeon answered, flat and straight to the point. His own hands settled at the slender line of Hongbin’s hips, easing them back into the tempo of the song. He couldn’t overthink this, he was just teaching Hongbin how to dance. In the middle of a club, with the bass almost completely drowning out their voices, surrounded by a throng of sweaty and hormone driven bodies. It was just an unconventional dance lesson.
Hongbin didn’t say anything, his movements speaking for themselves. He was never the black sheep of the group in dancing, that role belonging to Jaehwan. So it wasn’t hard for him to catch up and meet Hakyeon’s guidance, his eyes closing, slowly as he let himself drown in the moment. Feeling the way his mind was drumming, the rational thoughts trying to inch in being pushed away, he submitted to the alcohol and pill. It was storming through his system with such vigor that his breathing became more ragged, drawing in heavily and expelling out with a warm force. He was sure he must’ve gasped when he felt their hips bumping into one another, this unexpected friction shooting up his spine.
When Hongbin raised the weight of his lashes, peering through them to view his hyung, his breath caught in the middle of his throat, almost on its way out but not making it at the last moment. He didn’t even realize how his hands had made it to the other’s shoulders, draped about them as his fingers barely laced together behind the other’s head. It must’ve involved some active touching, his palms tingling as he just knew he had to have them up tentatively, probably shyly, up the other’s chest. The fact was, they were there now, and so conveniently close to the older’s hair. Hongbin permitted his fingers to slide up through the thick strands at the back of Hakyeon’s head, only toying with the ones at his nape, knowing the other would scold him for messing up his styling job.
From there, it all just came together. Hongbin’s hand gripped tighter at the back of the other’s neck, and this invisible force, like gravity, pulled him in closer, closer, closer. There wasn’t any time to think, no time to second guess, before Hongbin’s lips were on the other’s, his mouth framing so feverishly against Hakyeon’s that he forgot where they were. His lips eagerly parting the other’s, making them succumb to his heated motions as he felt how pliant and hot it all was. Hakyeon exuded this hotness that was begging for Hongbin to consume it.
Before he had even realized it, the leader had closed whatever sliver of thin air that had been left between them and eased his form completely against the other’s. Even though Hongbin was the last person he ever expected to be dancing like this with it didn’t feel wrong, at least not completely wrong. With both girls, this time and the last time, something had felt off, close to falling into place but never quite getting there. Everything that should have felt wrong about this didn’t exist, at least not to his body.
Maybe it was the feeling of having someone bigger, stronger pressed up against him, making him feel safe and protected for once when he was always the one having to watch out for everyone else. The fact that Hongbin had thrown the grabby men off him from their first visit more than proved he was willing to come to his aid. Maybe that was the part needed for that something to fall into place. Whatever Hakyeon was feeling it was enough to keep his hands placed on the other’s lower body, gliding his own against it. Enough to make his skin tingle when he felt those slim hands creeping up his chest to settle at the base of his neck. Enough for him to let his eyes slip shut when Hongbin drew in closer.
Fingertips pressed tighter against the back of the younger’s hips when he felt the pressure on his lips, the softest of moans slipping from his own as he melded them back against Hongbin’s. It wasn’t until he felt the pressure on his mouth to separate that his mind caught up to the rest of him, fully realizing the situation.
He shoved Hongbin back, gaping at him, “What the hell!?!?” The pitch of his voice raised with the shock enough to be heard over the booming treble, petrified though he was blushing up to his ears. How could he have let this happen? Why did he think it was a good idea to try and give Hongbin a taste of his own medicine, to make him regret his recent decisions? Clearly the only one having regrets about the entire idea now was Hakyeon.
When he was shoved back, Hongbin staggered, his hands flying from the other and dropping to his sides. The stunned flash in his eyes was short-lived, not hearing any type of protest pursuing Hakyeon’s shock. He was quick to let the first words roll off his tongue, right past his lips that still burned, “Didn’t think it was that bad, hyung. You seemed to like it.”
To prove his point, he was quick to eliminate the distance again. Within a mere second, he had his mouth back on the other’s, this time cupping his face so firmly, his curled fingers pressed their tips into his cheekbones and his thumbs dipped into his chin beneath the other’s bottom lip. This kiss was harder, more fervent, kissing him so hard he lost his own breath. His teeth drew along the other’s lower tier, sucking it in between his lips to give him a hard friction. Their bodies were so close he felt his chest against the other’s, one shoe camped between the other’s feet, his knee brushing the side of Hakyeon’s leg. Hongbin focused on breaking Hakyeon’s resistance, one persuasive detail at a time.
It wasn’t that he had never kissed anyone before, far from that actually. He had had a serious girlfriend before he became a trainee, and had the emotional kiss in Brian-hyung’s music video but none of those had felt like this. When Hongbin’s mouth collided with his again it felt like fireworks exploding inside his chest, a sensation coursing through his veins that he had never felt before. It felt like electricity surging beneath his skin, unsure if his heart was still beating or if he was still breathing.
His hands had shot up in an attempt to push him away again but instead curled into the fabric of the other’s shirt, unable to fight back his body’s desire for this, for more of Lee Hongbin. How long had this urge been brewing in his subconscious? It was as if Hakyeon was separated from his physical body, watching it move on its own accord with no say in the matter. Tan fingers weaving into sweat-soaked brown locks, another low groan muffled against the plump lips so hot, heavy and needy on his own, tongue darting out for a taste of the younger male. ”H-Hongbin-ah…” A whisper strained through the kiss-swollen lips, muffled in their clash of teeth and tongues as his body rolled against him.
Never having imagined that when Hakyeon gave in, it’d be like this, any last remains of rationale fled out the door. He didn’t mentally debate whether or not the effects on his body were contributed to by the drug eating away at him from the inside out. How the other’s body ever so fluid against him was causing heat to pool between his legs, thoughts completely muddled. The cause behind it all didn’t matter now, not when he had Hakyeon surrendering to him on a golden platter. This was so much better than any of Hongbin’s hot-blooded fantasies that plagued him at night (and sometimes during the day). Hakyeon was malleable and enthusiastic, emanating this sensual blaze that he was trying not to get singed by--and failing.
“Hyung,” he murmured back, his tongue darting against the other’s. “You’re close. You’re so close to completely letting go,” hushed whispers that fell out freely since Hongbin’s discretion was gone at this rate. “Let me help you go further.” These words intended to compel Hakyeon to comply even more, to go one step beyond what he’d taken already, and to let the younger member help him feel even better. It was no mystery that his touch on the older male was exhilarating, causing hot shivers to rush through him as his hands had slipped down his chest to his sides, and around to his back. His fingertips having slipped beneath the hem of that forbidden charcoal shirt, he was being inviting in the most blatant of ways.
Crumbling so easily to the will of the younger man hadn’t been his intention, he was supposed to have been the one in charge and yet here he was as desperate and hormone driven as the bodies around them that he had long forgotten about. He became very aware of this fact and very self-conscious about it, breaking the kiss to dip his head into the crook of Hongbin’s neck; he didn’t want to be seen like this, his body begging for more where his pride wouldn’t allow him to speak. All Hakyeon could do was nod, intoxicated by the scent of the other’s body. It wasn’t driving him away like the sweat-soaked air that hung thick in the club, it was almost sweet, driving him more mad and causing his inhibitions to fall away. His embarrassment still lingered.
Hongbin’s touch was electric, sparks seeming to burst where they connected with his bare skin. He gasped against the other’s neck, hot breath tickling the pale skin as his hands dropped to the broad shoulders as if they were his only means of support.
It didn’t take long for that sole means of support to be guiding Hakyeon through the crowd. They lasted about one more song of aimless grinding, Hongbin clutching the other against his frame, leaving him breathless and pliant. People would glance their way but they disappeared too quickly towards the exit of the floor for any stares to linger.
The bathroom was down a dark hallway, the lights a tacky dim magenta. There was one guy at the sink fixing his hair, but when he saw them bursting through, heading straight for one of the stalls, he slipped out. Hongbin was in a place far from caring. Everything in him was stifling, crawling to just get out of him and have some sort of rupture. He pulled Hakyeon inside of the small space, the stall door rattling shut as he didn’t bother locking it when he had the other’s body suddenly against it.
“Hakyeon-hyung,” the name was swallowed up, lost in the confines of their mouths once again crashing together. He was trying to pull sounds from the other now that they were out of reach from the looming speakers; from the upward rock of hips that dug the front of his jeans right against the other’s, to his hands draping their way down his bared arms, fingers prying into supple skin. They reached Hakyeon’s jeans and showing his unnamed experience, Hongbin unfastened them quickly with a snap of a button and a tug of a zipper.
He had no sense of time, no sense of anything really, not even noticing the ringing in his ears from the loud music had stopped until he he felt the cool touch of the stall against his steaming back. A small grunt of surprise followed, eyes adjusting to the dimly lit bathroom from the flashing strobe lights of the dance floor, now realizing they were in the bathroom.
Hearing his name drip from Hongbin’s lips in that silky smooth voice fueled him on and shot straight to his arousal already straining against the unforgiving fabric of his pants. His hands still gripped the other’s shoulders tightly, tongue exploring the wet heat of his mouth, pressing against the same appendage inside.
Hakyeon had only done this with his girlfriend in the year and a half they had been together. Not wanting to pressure themselves with the temptation of going further it had only happened once and it was sloppy, both of them being their first serious relationship. It was apparent that Hongbin knew what he was doing and that both scared the leader and turned him on more. He trusted Hongbin, completely, and allowed himself to anticipate where this was going, murmuring encouragements against his lips, “Bin-ah...please…” Even just having his jeans undone was enough to relieve some of the ache between his legs.
Hongbin didn’t prolong the wait any longer, his hand inching over and finally delving past the open flaps. It was hot and stifling within, his fingers seeking out the elastic band that was clinging tightly to Hakyeon's figure. He didn't have time for foreplay, not able to tease or rile up his hyung to unbearable impatience. With his heart clamoring against his ribcage in excitement, he hastily slid his hand beneath the other's briefs. Hakyeon was so hard and thick, the younger male gasping out in surprise at just how heavy the weight of his erection felt in his palm, which was closing up around him into a fist.
Thankfully there was slickness around him already, whether it was the other's precum or the worked up sweat from dancing. Hongbin drew his lips to the other's chin, his teeth scraping slowly against the curve before dipping down to his neck, while his hand was just trying to bring Hakyeon to full arousal. It had to be the gift of the pill he'd taken, for usually alcohol slurred his mind and left him feeling scathingly hot because of anything. But right now he was so finitely aware of how the other's cock pulsed in his hand, throbbing intensely as he dragged his hand unevenly along him. There wasn't any smooth rhythm because he was desperate, but he undisputedly knew when to tighten the seize of his fist, or when to loosen his hold, listening closely for the other's noises of pleasure.
“Fuck!” The curse escaped before he could catch it, Hakyeon usually not one for such vulgar language but it was the only thing he could think to say to describe how he was feeling in the current situation. He was amazed he was even able to think at all given the way his head was spinning. It came out louder than he had intended but thankfully the restroom was vacant of anyone else, for the time being at least. His body had jerked forward upon feeling the soft hand grasping him, nails digging into the other’s skin through his shirt.
The erratic rhythm drove him wild, unable to hold back the breathless sounds that spilled with no restraint from his lips. Hongbin’s mouth at his neck had him tilting his head, exposing more of the sweat-sheened skin to be taken advantage of; he hadn’t realized how sensitive the skin of his long neck was, each feel of the other’s teeth gliding along sending a shiver down his spine that made his legs shake and his cock pulse more in the other’s firm hold.
He had heard about how someone else getting you off was so much better than doing it yourself, but Hakyeon had gotten by just fine on his own. But then again he had never had someone as skilled or attractive as Hongbin doing the job for him, wanting so eagerly to please him. Hakyeon was sure he was ruined from this moment on, certain he’d never be able to get off by just his own means anymore.
He wasn't going to just let the older male rock his hips back and forth, into the stall door behind him and forward into the grasp of his hand. When he was sensing the buckles of Hakyeon far undone and just left piled onto the floor, he took this one step further. Further, always further. It was a quick move, Hongbin dragging out a faltering breath as he dragged down the other's layers. Abruptly on his knees, his jeans against the hard floor, he had the other's jeans wrestled down to his mid-thighs.
Cast so deeply into how invigorating he was feeling in this moment, the usually composed leader in a frenzied need because of his doing, he didn't think twice about his next actions. Usually this act was forced, Hongbin only performing it if absolutely necessary. But right now he knew how much he wanted it, to feel Hakyeon's heated flesh weighing down on his tongue, filling up the whole of his mouth.
Grabbing the older member by his base, his lips enveloped the other's tip, wrapping tightly around his flushed erection and gliding himself down the shaft. The alkaline taste was so strong, Hakyeon's arousal undeniable against his tongue. Hongbin groaned around him, not wasting any precious time before he was bobbing his reddened lips along the other, each time trying to draw the other deeper.
So lost in the waves of pleasure overtaking his body, eyes pressed shut and thrown back against the stall door, he hadn’t noticed the other lowering himself to the floor and undressing him partially. It was only when he felt the moist heat engulfing his cock that he somehow managed to glance down with half-lidded eyes and see Hongbin swallowing him, “H-Hong..bin…” He moaned, low and deep in his throat, the sound echoing off the metal walls mere seconds before the bathroom door swung open and someone strode in.
Hakyeon’s expression was an odd meshing of mortified and still aroused, undeniable how sexy it looked to witness his cock disappearing between the younger’s swollen lips; he could still taste Hongbin on his own. While he found one hand had already tangled itself into Hongbin’s hair again, the other had quickly flown up to cover his mouth, his feeble attempt to hide the lewd sounds that were still falling from his mouth.
If any of the next few people that came and left had any idea of the happenings behind the stall door, anyone checking under the stall would be able to gather what was going on giving the sight of a pair of boots and a second person on their knees, it went unspoken. And Hakyeon couldn’t worry about it because his entire body was on fire, the most intense burning circulating in his groin and close to being out of control. He could see the devious look in the other’s eyes as he tried to draw louder noises from the leader, tearing his gaze away throw his head back against the door again. It had to end soon, this was too much, he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
It was when he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of Hongbin’s throat that everything erupted, hand falling from his mouth as his other yanked the thick hair it was still tangled in, “Hong-!” Unable to even cry out the other’s full name, he was already spilling his bitter seed into his mouth without warning. The churning in the pit of his stomach was more than he was able to manage. He had become unraveled so easy easily, stretched like putty so thin that even the smallest touch would break it. And Hongbin had broken him.
His thighs quivered as he came down from his orgasm, his entire body flushed and spent as he tried to support his own dead weight. His chest rose and fell rapidly, panting to try and regain whatever breath he could as it all had left his body.
Hakyeon would have been too preoccupied to notice how Hongbin crept a free hand down to take care of himself. His own ache pressed against the front of his jeans and he had to alleviate the strain. While his own hand was inside of his underwear, jerking himself up to the sounds and overwhelming heat of Hakyeon, he came shortly after the other did. Keeping his lips locked around Hakyeon's cock, when he came so suddenly into his throat, he pulled back some so he wouldn't choke, his throat relaxing to swallow. He was too dizzied with ecstasy though, his lips parting and letting the older's cum pool around the muscle of his tongue, breathing heavy through his nose as his own body tensed as he came.
He tried to gulp down all of the other bit by bit, his mouth drawing back as a thin string of saliva and seed stretched out. Hongbin didn't bother wiping his mouth off yet, too caught up on his resonating pleasure as he sat back on his heels, eyes closed, slackened lips curving up at the ends as his neck tilted back. The he finally opened his eyes, peering up at Hakyeon as his hair stuck to his forehead, the tip of his tongue darting out to slowly follow the lines of his lips. "You taste good, hyung," he offered, somewhere in the depths of his mind he remembered Hakyeon liked compliments. The line was predictable but what else was he to say, too weak as the symptoms were beginning to run their course, his initial intense high gradually lowering.
He couldn’t move, limbs paralyzed as the high that had been driving his body had drained everything from him; his cock hung limp between his legs now, spent like the rest of him though still slick with the other’s saliva. He didn’t know how he managed to get his underwear and pants back up and fastened. It probably had to do with the panic that set in when he again heard footsteps on the cement floor right outside the door, the fear of getting caught realized again.
Hakyeon didn’t bother with cleaning himself off, that would be done later when he showered, but he did rip off some toilet paper to wipe the bit of cum that had managed to escape Hongbin’s tongue and settle on his chin. His entire face turned scarlet from the comment as he made eye contact with the man still beneath him but only for a split second before discarding the dirtied tissue in the toilet and offering a hand to help him up, “Don’t you think I deserve better than some second-rate crap you took from a porno?” As frazzled as he still appeared to be, he always had his sass and it was one of the few things he could do to keep the moment from becoming any more uncomfortable, “We should get back, it’s late.”
Exiting the stall and ignoring the smug grin of a man at the urinal, Hakyeon just stood in front of the mirror for a moment to fix his appearance. Sweat had lessened some of the volume of his hair but that was easily solved with a few flicks of his fingers. Satisfied he could walk out looking as good as when he arrived he glanced back at the stranger and scoffed, “You only wish.”
A chortle spilled forth, the sound so soft and full of amusement, one wouldn’t think he had just been sucking cock for the past however long. Standing up, the space still so narrow that he had to press briefly against Hakyeon, adjusting his clothing, brushing off his knees, nose wrinkling at the feel of his release staining his underwear, “Mm,” he agreed about going home. The first thing he wanted to do was to shower, revel in the liberation from the night and then sleep harder than he had in the past few weeks.
As he let Hakyeon head out first, Hongbin sweeping his hands down his hair to flatten any possibly stray strands, he caught sight of the man taking a piss. Another smirk entertained along his lips at Hakyeon’s brevity. “He wishes about me,” Hongbin jumped in, stepping out of the stall and came from behind up to Hakyeon as he reached past him, hands dipping down past his waist to rinse them off in the sink. His chin briefly rested on the other’s shoulder, and when the faucet was turned off, he shook his hands dry and then lowered one, folding it into one of the older’s, “Come on, let’s go.” As he walked past the man who was ogling the pair of them, clearly stunned at their attractive features, he shot him a raise of his eyebrow, Hongbin’s gaze spelling out the words, ‘don’t even dare to look at him.’
Hongbin had his jacket, but Hakyeon’s was lost. Outside in the colder air, he slipped his off because the other was sleeveless. For himself he simply pulled his sleeves as far down as they could go and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to contain all of the body heat he could. “Fuck, it’s getting cold.” October was always that month where temperatures tricked you, being quite warm and pleasant in the day but then dropping so steeply at night.
There was a small spike in his finally regular heart rate when he felt the other behind him again, for a moment his mind flashing back to their first night at the club. Would this have happened sooner had he just given in then? It didn’t matter because that fact was that it had happened and it couldn’t go any further.
A soft smile wrinkled the corner of his eyes when he felt Hongbin’s hand slip into his, finding the little gesture rather sweet given the less-than-sweet thing they had just done. And when he was given his jacket he would have admitted he was blushing a little again, maybe. Hakyeon tucked his arms into the warmth of the coat, the sleeves drooping almost to his fingertips; the jacket was large on him as it was meant to accommodate for the extra muscle of the younger man, “Of course it is, that’s what happens when winter is coming.” He replied even though he really hadn’t needed to, “I just hope I can get my jacket back, noona will kill me…” It technically hadn’t been his jacket to take, but he had had it for awhile without question from the coordis.
“Come here, I don’t want to hear you whine.” Hakyeon reached over and hooked his closest arm around Hongbin’s waist, pulling the other against him to hug one of his thinly covered arms with his remaining one. It made an awkward position for the leader for walking but it was the least he could do; he didn’t want Hongbin getting sick and he did like having the other man close.
A minute of silence passed before Hakyeon finally spoke again, resting his cheek on Hongbin’s shoulder, “Binnie...I’m sorry about….you know….in your….” He couldn’t quite bring himself to mention all the words, already struggling with gathering the courage to have spoken up to apologize in the first place.
“Were you the one who threw my tea away?” Hongbin joked, referring to an incident earlier that week where he had been looking for his iced jasmine tea all over the practice room, only to find it empty and drained in the trash. “I thought that was Jaehwan-hyung,” he grinned, glancing over at Hakyeon. It was clear he didn’t want to talk about what Hakyeon was actually trying to address. They were out of the club, there was no need to.
The rest of the walk home was more pleasant, Hakyeon’s warmth against him. Hongbin’s buzz was weakened by all of his energy being executed in the bathroom, then officially killed by the freezing air. When they walked into the dorm with all of the lights off, a sign the members were all asleep, he quietly removed his shoes and before he pulled away from the other completely, before they returned to their separate bathrooms and rooms, he asked, voice so hushed he barely heard himself. “Come with me, again. Next time.” In the dark his fingers sought out the other’s palm again, his thumb circling in the center of his hand.
“I didn’t throw it away, I drank it. It was delicious.” Hakyeon played along. Fooling around with another member never been part of their list of things that were never spoken about, but there was a first time for everything. Neither of them was going to speak about this. Afterall, what happens in the club stays in the club.
Once inside the more than welcomed and familiarity of the dorm, Hakyeon shruggled out of the jacket and handed it back to the other. All he wanted was a hot shower, clean and snuggly pajamas, and to bury himself in his blankets. He couldn’t help but give a relaxing sigh and the pleasant thought as he kicked his boots off but it was short-lived, plagued instead with worry and confusion.
“Come with me, again. Next time.” Again. Next time. Clearly Hongbin hadn’t learned his lesson during his mistake-ridden practice but then again he hadn’t exactly been punished. Coaxing your leader into submission and giving him a blow-job wasn’t exactly a punishment, at least not for Hongbin. Rather than trying to lecture or argue with his dongsaeng, Hakyeon just pulled his hand away; it wasn’t easy, the light touch again making his skin spark, “Goodnight, Binnie. Sleep well.” He reached up to ruffle his hair before leaving him with a warm smile, disappearing into his room. Sleep wouldn’t come peacefully for him though, tossing and turning and unable to shake thoughts of Hongbin and their club adventure seared into his memory.
As for Hongbin, he went to bed rather peacefully. Hakyeon’s avoidance of his invitation wasn’t a straight no, and like before, he would readily accept that. Instead, the last thoughts on his mind as he finally made it to bed, were the faint series of breathless moans, some of them containing his name, and the lasting bitterness on his tongue that he swore he could still vividly taste.
Stage Five.
a/n:
This feels like so long ago we wrote this (since we've written so much since), but I hope you all enjoyed it!!! ~ JKun
Because of this fic, Binnie has now risen up my bias list to housewife status. ~ Mars