by Daria Defore
"You're joking," Jiyoon said as Danny led him into the bathroom.
"I mean, trust me to make a stupid decision stupider." He shut the door behind them and slid them lock shut. "And thank God for single-stall bathrooms."
Jiyoon leaned against the wall next to him, looking around. "The fluorescent light does nothing for me."
"Let me." Danny dropped to his knees, which elicited a noise of pleasant surprise from Jiyoon. Taking Jiyoon's hand, he guided it into his hair and smiled in gratitude when Jiyoon closed his fingers and tugged Danny towards his crotch.
"You're okay with this?" Jiyoon asked.
"Totally." Danny undid Jiyoon's pants with shaking, eager fingers and pulled pants and underwear down his thighs.
Jiyoon was hard, no fucking surprise there, and Danny made short work of filling his mouth with Jiyoon's cock, letting it bob at the back of his throat while Jiyoon shuddered and made an absolutely indecent noise. There was no pillow to hide in this time, and no amount of biting his lip could hold back his moans as Danny sucked him off. Danny let his hands clench on Jiyoon's ass cheeks and urged him into his mouth, to which Jiyoon whispered "Jesus Christ," and let his head fall back against the wall.
Danny watched him when he could, taking his time running his tongue around the head of his cock before taking him in deep again, and when Jiyoon came, Danny was sure it was at least partially because they made eye contact. Jiyoon moaned his name, coming half in Danny's mouth and half all over his cheek.
"Shit—"
"Nice." Danny stuck his tongue out to lick himself clean and then opted to wipe it off with the back of his hand. Then suddenly Jiyoon was kneeling in front of him, taking his face in his hands and deep-kissing him again, until Danny was sure he would be totally fine spending the rest of his life with at least one of Jiyoon's body parts in his mouth, even if it meant he couldn't breathe.
A knock on the door startled them apart, and Jiyoon covered his mouth guiltily.
"Hey, guys… Sam sent me." Lei's voice outside the door made Danny let out a sigh of relief. His life had flashed before his eyes as he imagined Erika standing at the door—or worse probably, Sam herself. Danny cracked the door open, while Jiyoon hid behind it, tugging his pants back on.
"Heya, buddy…"
"Don't give me that shit. Sam says you've gotta come back. Save it for after the show."
"Yeah. Yeah, I get that. We'll be right out."
"I'm supposed to wait. And keep an eye on you. Ew, dude."
"Sorry…" Danny wiped his mouth and looked at Jiyoon, who was leaning on the wall and staring at the ceiling as if he were waiting for it to swallow him. "Do I look okay?" He gestured to his general appearance, and Jiyoon gave a long-suffering sigh.
"As good as one could expect…" Jiyoon, on the other hand, was red-faced and absolutely looked like someone who had just had a quickie in the bathroom. Danny wished he could enjoy it more. He had known this was a stupid idea, but he hadn't actually factored in the utter embarrassment of getting caught by his bandmates. It was a little like being dunked in ice water.
"Right." He washed his face again, and then they were marched back to the bar under Lei's watchful eye.
"You know I'm really not into this," Lei muttered at Danny's shoulder. "I want you to get laid, but like, you could've picked a better time."
"Yeah, I know… I'm really sorry," Danny said, taking the high road because Jiyoon had a look on his face that Danny had heretofore only associated with incomplete homework. It also inexplicably made Danny want to be on his knees again. This was definitely a necessary intervention.
Help came in the form of Sam, holding a glass of wine and looking like she was ready to castrate both of them. Erika was at her side, and Danny felt deeply and truly afraid.
But Erika just smiled and clapped him on the shoulder. "You must be feeling pretty good by now."
"I, uh…"
"I was watching the audience during your set. The reception was great. Better than I hoped, actually. They'll be hearing about this in L.A."
The set. Yeah, that other thing that had gone really well. Danny wanted to put his head under the faucet again. "It felt good. Solid."
"The definition of solid." She gave him a reassuring smile that didn't look anything like a death threat. "This is going to open some doors for you. I hope you understand that."
"I do. Yeah, I do." Danny felt wobbly. "Thanks for, uh… everything?"
"I'll be calling you." Erika shook his hand and went to work the room, leaving Danny with Sam. Lei had already disappeared into the crowd, his job as chaperone done for the night.
"I'm not angry with you," Sam said, in a voice that promised the sweet release of death. "But we're not exactly A-listers yet, and I would appreciate it if you behaved."
"She said she'd be calling us. What does that mean?" Danny felt dazed.
"I don't know," Sam replied.
Ice rattled, and Danny turned to find Jiyoon holding a drink out to him. When he had retrieved their drinks from the bar, Danny wasn't sure, but he appreciated the icy glass and pressed it to his forehead.
"Sam, you should really be our leader. You've seriously got your shit together. I think you'd be good at it."
Sam laughed darkly. "And be responsible for you? Not on your life."
The night was a blur of faces, and music, and the subtle ways Jiyoon found to touch him. Whether it was a hand brushing Danny's arm or a nudge of the shoulder, he was always there, and Danny was always itching to cup his face and kiss him again.
*~*~*
They kissed in the cab on the way home, and up the stairs to Jiyoon's apartment, and then in the foyer as Jiyoon struggled out of his shoes and jacket. When it came to getting Danny's pants off, Danny grabbed Jiyoon's hands.
"Hold on, hold on—I should really—no, listen to me." He grabbed Jiyoon by the back of his T-shirt and hauled him back to his feet. "I've really got to shower. Leather pants."
An unpleasant truth dawned on Jiyoon's face. "Go take your clothes off. I'll join you."
"Thank you." He gave him a peck on the cheek and shed clothes all the way to the bathroom. Jiyoon followed, first stripping off his shirt and then bracing against the counter to pull those tight jeans down his thighs.
Danny soaped up as quickly as he could before Jiyoon followed him into the shower and shut the glass door behind him. He smoothed his hands up Danny's torso, stopping at his shoulders and tugging him in for a kiss.
"Can I give you that blowjob now?" he asked, nipping Danny's jaw.
"Go for it."
Jiyoon was prompt to get on his knees, licking at the water that sluiced down Danny's thighs and pushing his hips back against the shower wall. As he caught the head of Danny's cock between his lips, he dug his fingers into Danny's ass, kneading and pushing him deeper into his mouth all the time.
Helpless and lightheaded, Danny panted and clung to his shoulders, just in it for the ride. When Jiyoon released him, he let out a pathetic noise that he almost didn't recognize. Then Jiyoon adjusted his grip on Danny's ass, squeezing and letting his middle finger dip in between his ass cheeks.
"Can I—"
"Do it," Danny gasped, canting his hips forward. When Jiyoon resumed sucking him off, he did it with a handful of Danny's ass and two fingers buried deep inside him, curving and pressing. Danny came hard and knocked his head against the shower wall, his knees quaking. And then his weak legs gave out, and he almost fell against Jiyoon as he was on his way back up. "Woah—"
"Are you okay?" Jiyoon steadied him, bracing his body against Danny's. "I heard you hit your head."
"Nah, I'm fine." He wobbled again, as a full night of performing and drinking and sex caught up with him. "Okay, I might be tired. My legs are kinda fucked."
"Let's get you into bed."
Jiyoon turned off the shower and guided Danny over the treacherous tiles and to the bed, where he let him down gently. Danny landed on his back, finally feeling the exhaustion hit him like wave.
He tried to lift his right leg only to have his body respond nah and continue to lay there, limp.
"Shit, dude. I don't think I can move."
"Hmm." Jiyoon re-emerged from the bathroom in a robe and stood over him. His chest heaved with a sigh. "And here you are. Naked, dripping wet, and in my bed."
"Yeah." Danny wiggled his toes. "What are you gonna do with me?"
Jiyoon put a hand to his mouth in thought and then dragged it up Danny's thigh, squeezing the oversensitive muscles there. "Do you want to sleep?"
"Not really." Danny started to reach for the tie of Jiyoon’s robe with clumsy fingers, only to have Jiyoon shrug it off and plonk himself down in Danny’s lap. All of a sudden Danny was staring down Jiyoon’s hard cock.
"My eyes are up here," Jiyoon said, tapping him on the cheek with two fingers.
"My bad, but you should do something about your friend."
"Ha." Jiyoon stared down at him distractedly, and a frown creased his brow. "Danny—can you fuck me?"
"Uh, I'd love to, but I don't think I can actually move."
"I still have my legs. And you…" Jiyoon reached behind himself without looking and gave Danny's cock a tug. "I think you've got what I need. I don't mind doing the work."
"Yeah…" Danny licked his sore lips, pulse racing at the thought of it. "Yeah, you can… go ahead."
"If you're going to fall asleep, I won't forgive you." Jiyoon bent over to open the bedside table while Danny laughed.
"Oh yeah, that'd really suck if some asshole fell asleep while we were trying to fuck—"
Jiyoon clapped a hand over his mouth, and Danny licked his fingers until Jiyoon drew them back with a grimace. He held up lube and a condom in his other hand.
"Get ready for payback."
"Is that where you keep your vibrator, too?"
"I—" Jiyoon pursed his lips and looked at the wall. "I thought we were forgetting about that."
"Um, not anymore. You wash your vibrator in the kitchen sink?" Danny's breath caught as Jiyoon sat back and slid the condom over his cock with practiced ease.
"I wash it in the bathroom. I was just letting it dry."
"Okay, Mr. Clean, I'm gonna remember that next time you give me shit about my laundry."
"You call me that like it's an insult." Jiyoon was calmly lubing him up.
"Yeah, 'cause let's be real: you're absolutely fucking filthy when it comes to me."
"If you don't shut up, I'm going to sit on your face."
"I wish you would." Danny waggled his tongue, and Jiyoon made a pained noise.
"Absolutely not. Never again." He was situating himself over Danny's cock, working his ass open with slick fingers.
"Why the hell not? You loved it."
"You knocked me out, Danny. I was asleep for ten hours. I counted. Now hold your dick for me."
Danny did, all the responses knocked out of him when Jiyoon wriggled his hips and dropped down on him, taking his length with a gentle huff of breath and a tightening of his fingers in the sheets.
"Oh."
"Yes, oh." Jiyoon's voice was taut, and he bowed his head. "How are you?"
"Me?" Danny was incredulous. "Jesus Christ, um."
Jiyoon actually laughed, that bastard, sitting back and grinding his ass on Danny's pelvis. "Good. Good."
Danny clutched at Jiyoon's thighs and moaned. He wanted to thrust up into him, but his body felt clumsy and unresponsive, and despite Jiyoon's slight frame, he still had Danny pinned down. Jiyoon leaned forward on his hands and kissed him, rough, while he rode his cock. Danny didn't know how much of this he could take, because what he needed was to be pounding that ass like there was no tomorrow, and all he could do was lie back and touch Jiyoon's body with sweaty, shaky hands. Eventually, he settled for grabbing Jiyoon's ass and digging his fingers in, which made Jiyoon let out a guttural moan into his neck.
"You really like the assplay," Danny huffed.
"Shut up—" Jiyoon clenched around him, and Danny jerked in surprise, moaning. And then Jiyoon was spilling on his stomach, and the whole thing, the tightness of his ass, the way Jiyoon was gasping into the crook of his neck, had him coming hard, his whole body shaking as it rolled through him.
Jiyoon stretched out on top of him and then bent around to get rid of the condom. He dropped it in the trash by the bed and then sank into the mattress, half-on and half-off Danny like a deadweight. Danny put a hand on his head and stroked through his hair.
"And you were worried I'd fall asleep."
"Please… tell me you're done…" Jiyoon's voice was a distant mumble now. He was already nearly gone. Danny himself was barely hanging on; he felt fucked-out and his limbs were lead.
"Used all my energy to make that joke."
"Not funny." Then Jiyoon shot upright. "Oh my God, are you okay, though? Was that too much?"
"I mean I can breathe a lot better when you're not on top of me."
"For goodness' sake." Jiyoon stretched out beside him, and Danny pushed himself against the wall to make room. By the time they settled, Jiyoon's eyes were sleepy again. "You know, when I was convincing myself that we shouldn't be together, I forgot to take something very important into account."
"What's that?"
"You and I," Jiyoon mumbled into his shoulder, "are really, really good at sex."
And then faster than Danny had thought possible, he was dead to the world. A second later, Danny followed.
Chapter Fourteen
The next day, Jiyoon shot upright in bed all over again.
"I can't believe I let you blow me in the bathroom at your own concert."
"Mhm." Danny rolled over and nuzzled into his hip. "S'good."
"Is it? Oh my God, there were so many people there…"
"And my boss."
This time, Jiyoon didn't say anything, just let out a long, agonized moan. Danny threw an arm over his lap and tried to go back to sleep, but it was just dawning on him—and his exhausted, but apparently still horny body—that this was the first time they had woken up together and could actually enjoy it. Danny wouldn't need to scamper off to the bathroom hiding a boner, after sleeping flat against the wall all night.
Hell, they could fuck again. Right now.
Evidently, his thought process had come across to Jiyoon, because he was now petting through Danny's hair.
"How do you feel?"
"Uh, like I'm gonna regret it if I stand up."
"I feel a little responsible." He stroked through Danny's hair and then moved his hand south, trailing over Danny's bare shoulders and down his back. Then he stopped to tug the sheet aside where it had wrapped around Danny's waist and thighs.
He let his fingernails skate over Danny's ass, and Danny shivered.
"I have an unconventional suggestion," he said, "and it involves my vibrator."
Immediately, Danny was awake. "Yes."
"I haven't even said it yet."
"You wanna fuck me with it?"
"Well… All right, yes." Jiyoon poked his ass. "Is that interesting to you?"
"Little bit? Yeah?" He craned his neck.
Jiyoon was looking vaguely smug. "I knew it. As soon as you brought it up last night, I knew what you wanted."
"Look, just because I made fun of you for having a bright fucking purple vibrator—"
"That's funny," Jiyoon said, resting his chin on his hand. "Usually I imagine it's your dick. And now I'm going to fuck you with it."
"Oh my God." Danny's entire body was lighting up, and he suddenly felt short of breath. Something about the casual tone of Jiyoon's voice, the way he said it so naturally, so unplanned, had Danny clutching his chest like an offended auntie, while Jiyoon's face was reddening up to the tips of his ears.
"What?" Jiyoon snapped.
"That was so hot."
"Well, now it's embarrassing!" He twisted over to faceplant in the pillow. "You can't just react like that!"
Danny rested his chin on his shoulder and whined. "But it was so hot!"
"Then don't make a big deal out of it! Just play along!"
"I'm literally lying in your bed with my ass out while you talk about fucking me with my own dick, how is that not playing along?"
"Oh my God." Jiyoon grumbled like an old man. "Turn over."
Danny did as he was told and rolled onto his back while Jiyoon swung his legs out of bed to root through the bedside table drawer. He laid everything they needed on top of Fundamentals of Advanced Accounting (sixth edition), and turned towards Danny. Then he cocked his head and ran a hand over Danny's thigh.
"How are your legs?"
"Sore as hell." Danny shivered as Jiyoon dug his fingers into his sensitive muscles, and then picked his leg up under the knee to drape it over his lap, leaving Danny open and exposed.
Jiyoon set the vibrator on the bed between Danny's spread legs, then gripped him behind the knee and pulled him roughly forward. He gasped as he felt the tip nudging his ass.
"Hold on." Jiyoon snapped open the lube and soon enough had two fingers buried deep enough in him that Danny was digging one heel into the bed like he was trying to drive it back into the wall.
"God… d'you think you could take any fucking longer?" He gasped as Jiyoon watched his own fingers curl.
"Absolutely," he said with a smile, before pitching forward, one hand braced next to Danny's body as he leaned over him. Danny chose that moment to let out a particularly helpless whine. "You sound impatient."
"Yeah, I've only been waiting like two months—" Then Jiyoon kissed him, muffling his words and then moans as he pushed in closer, spreading Danny's legs further with his body. A third finger pressed inside him, and Danny couldn't remember feeling this fucked up over three damn fingers before. He was breaking a sweat, and every torturous move of Jiyoon's hand threatened to break him. "Oh my God," he gasped as they broke apart. "You're killing me, dude."
Jiyoon cocked his head and tried to bite back a smile as he looked down at him. Danny was aware of how he must look: disheveled and kinda sweaty with his cheeks all flushed. And Jiyoon looked hungry.
"I have to say, I am… very into this."