Onyx: Truth

by J. S. Lee

  Shit. The. Bed.

  And then the travel fatigue hit me again.

  A bath was not happening tonight. I was that tired, I’d probably fall asleep in it and drown. I mean, I could easily do that in a normal bathtub, but this one looked like I’d be able to swim in it.

  Instead, I had a quick shower, making use of a shower cap so I didn’t have to deal with my hair, and then collapsed onto clouds (also known as the bed from heaven). I fell asleep in minutes.

  I could honestly say, when I awoke the following morning, that was the best night’s sleep I’d ever had… or day’s sleep?

  I reached for my phone, momentarily ignoring the text messages and missed calls as I checked the time. Four in the afternoon. I’d had a solid eight-hours of uninterrupted bliss.

  I stretched out before turning my attention to my Kakao messages. There was one from Xiao: I miss you xx complete with a Hello Kitty sticker. Laughing as I typed the response, I told him I missed him too… as did my kitty. And then I sent him a gif of a fake Hello Kitty being fucked.

  Two from JongB: Awake yet? Come join us for brunch. There’s pancakes! and OK, now you missed lunch. You awake yet? Who is going to take pictures of me? He’d been referring to the fact that, even when we weren’t at concerts, I was taking shots of them with my Polaroid camera. I had a collection of them now. The Kakao message had been sent a couple of hours ago. I quickly responded, asking how I was supposed to get up without a wakeup call?

  The last message was from CX. His was sweeter, asking how I was, apologizing for the flight, and Thank you for last night. Youngbin said it had been your idea.

  Before I could respond, there was a knock at the door. It was probably time for housekeeping to do the rounds. I got up, padding over to the door. I pulled it open, about to apologize and ask them to come back tomorrow, but stopped when I found Xiao there, his muscular frame taking up the doorway.

  Without a word, he stepped into the room, pulled the Do Not Disturb door holder off the back of the door, hooking it over the handle, before shutting the door behind him. He looked down at me. “You called.”

  “I did?”

  He pulled his phone out of his pocket, showing me the fake Hello Kitty gif. “I have every intention of doing that to you.”

  A grin spread across my face. “Thank fuck for that. For a moment, I was worried you wanted to make the bed or something.”

  Instead of responding, Xiao stepped forward, picking me up. He draped me over his shoulder, and the next thing I knew, my head was almost level with his butt.

  Talk about sticking temptation in someone’s face! My hands slid down, under the elastic of his sweatpants and his underwear and cupped his ass. It was solid. As I felt up his glutes, he slapped at mine. “Behave, my tai hou,” he barked, marching into the main room where he dumped me on the bed.

  I bounced slightly when I landed. I didn’t know what this slightly aggressive side of Xiao was, but I liked it. I reached up, but he batted my hands away. “Behave, my tai hou,” he repeated, this time more forcibly.

  “What does that mean?” I asked him, ignoring his words and trying to get him to join me on the bed.

  With something that sounded more animalistic than anything, Xiao let out a low growl from the back of this throat. I don’t think a sound had ever turned me on before like that did. He grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt I had gone to bed in, then he yanked it up. He got it over my head and then stopped. Before I could help him take it off properly, he leaned forward. “My queen,” he murmured in my ear. I was so distracted, I didn’t realize what he was doing until he had stepped back.

  I was still wearing the t-shirt. Sort of. My arms were still through it, and whatever he had done had tightened it behind me so that I was almost bound in place. I wriggled my shoulders, but he’d secured it well.

  “Keep doing that,” he murmured.

  I glanced down at myself. My bare breasts were on show, jiggling slightly as I tried to free myself. The only other thing I was wearing was a skimpy pair of lace panties. I stopped and jutted them out to him. “You like these?”

  In one, swift stride, Xiao was at the bed, pushing me back down. Excitement thrummed through me. It was certainly flowing through him – straight to the very obvious erection in his pants.

  And I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

  Except maybe spread my legs a little wider. That was a good enough hint, right?

  Xiao’s smile turned positively evil. He dipped his hand into his pants, freeing himself. “My tai hou wants this?”

  “She sure as hell does,” I retorted.

  I was lifted, just long enough for my panties to be removed. Thank fuck – I was sure he was going to torment me first. “Is this what you want?” he asked again, running the tip of his penis along me.

  The sensation of him teasing my clit had my back arching, raising my hips towards him. I was wrong – he was torturing me. With my hands behind my back, there was fuck all I could do about it. The tip of his penis brushed over my clit once more and a moan escaped me.

  Xiao stepped away, and I flopped back in frustration. However, he merely reached over for one of my big fluffy pillows. His hands slid under my back, lifting my butt, and the pillow was wedged under it, raising me at an angle which wasn’t uncomfortable but had me desperate to rub my legs together to try to relieve myself. Before I could, Xiao was standing between them. “This is your last chance for me to play nice.”

  I clamped my mouth shut, biting down on my lower lip. I wasn’t in the mood for nice.

  The wicked smile was back.

  I could feel him, right at my opening. His hands grabbed my thighs, then, with no warning, he shoved himself inside of me.

  I thought I had been ready for him. I could feel the slickness as he had rubbed up and down me. But I’d forgotten just how thick he was. The bite of pain was masked by the satisfaction of him inside me, but only just. With the angle I was at, he drove himself straight in, filling me completely. I felt every inch of him as he went in. This was a man who had paid attention in geometry because he knew exactly how to position me.

  Before my body could begin to adjust to him, he started to thrust into me, again and again. Rough and fast, he pounded me. There was nothing other than a cardinal desire to fuck me as hard and as deep as he could. My cries almost drowned out the sound of his balls slapping against me.

  Then his cock hit something in me. Before Xiao and JongB I’d only ever slept with two people (and Ryan, who I lost my virginity to didn’t really count). None of them had hit that spot before. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I wasn’t even sure if I was alive anymore.

  Somewhere in the middle of that soul-breaking orgasm, I felt Xiao’s grip on my thighs tighten and his movements stilled as he joined me.

  I lay there gasping for breath. Xiao stepped back, pulling his cock out of me. I missed it before he was completely out. I somehow managed to focus on him. How he was still standing was beyond me.

  He walked into the bathroom, leaving me on the bed, still bound up and completely unable to move. I could hear water running, but my mind had gone to a strange place. Today, more than six years after graduating high school, I had learned that there was indeed a need to learn geometry.

  If Mrs. Phillips, my high school math teacher had led with that at any point during geometry, I could guarantee the whole class would have aced that subject.

  제 17 장

  Between Night n Music

  Xiao walked back into the room, stopping at the foot of the bed. “Are you OK?” he asked me, carefully moving the pillow from under me and tossing it to the head of the bed.

  I was still in that happy post-orgasm bliss, but I was aware that I was starting to feel sore. I nodded. “I’ll be fine,” I assured him.

  “I’m going to sit you upright,” he told me. “And then I’m going to take that t-shirt off you.”

  I was lying on my back with my legs dangling off the edge of the bed, pretty incap
able of doing anything without his help. Somehow, he was back between my legs, still completely naked. I wasn’t sure if I was capable of going another round of that. Not just yet, anyway.

  Xiao leaned down over me, gently holding onto my shoulders as he lifted me into a sitting position. I leaned forward, resting my forehead against his abdomen. That felt better, but I also felt light headed.

  His arms disappeared behind me and I felt the t-shirt slacken. The sensation that followed – that was uncomfortable and had me wincing. “Don’t move too much, my tai hou,” he murmured. Slowly, he pushed the t-shirt down my arms. I winced again. Completely free, my arms were aching. As if he knew, his large, warm hands were on my shoulders, gently rubbing at my muscles. “That will pass,” he promised me.

  Slowly, sensation returned to my arms and hands. He was right. I did feel better. I was also appreciating the semi-hard cock that was just below my face. When I tried to slip off the bed and to my knees so that I could wrap my lips around him, he stopped me. “Nuh-uh,” he chided me.

  “Meanie,” I grumbled as he pulled me to my feet. Before I could tell him I wanted to, he had swooped me up in his strong arms like I was nothing more than a pile of feathers. This time, I wasn’t over his shoulder, either.

  Xiao carried me into the bathroom. I’d forgotten about the running water, but now it was in front of me. The enormous bathtub, which sat in front of the enormous window, was filling with steamy water. Somehow managing to hold me with one arm, while squatting, Xiao tested the temperature of the water. Happy, he turned the faucets off.

  I looked up at him with eyes wide. “How much time do you spend in the gym?” I asked in awe as he stood up without the hint of effort. His skin was incredibly soft, but it didn’t do anything to mask the hardness of his muscles. I was willing to bet that he had a ridiculously low body fat percentage.

  Xiao didn’t respond. Instead, he stepped into the tub, lowering us both into the water, twisting me so I was in front of him, my back leaning against his chest.

  Just like that, I was converted into a bath person.

  I relaxed against him. The water was hot and welcoming. It also felt amazing against my sore, yet sensitive core.

  Behind me, Xiao reached for a bar of soap, lathering it up, then working it up and down my arms. I relaxed into him, suddenly tired despite the good night’s sleep I’d had. “I missed you in China,” I told him.

  “You missed me, or you missed my dick?” His hands moved to my breasts, giving them the attention that I’d wanted earlier.

  “You, your dick and your hands,” I gasped as he gently pinched my nipples.

  His hands left my breasts so that he could sweep the hair from my shoulders. As his fingers returned to playing with my nipples, his mouth found my neck. “My dick missed you.”

  “I noticed,” I agreed, approvingly. My own hands were exploring his thighs. Either side of me, his knees above the water, I traced the muscles, lazily. Even his thighs were beautiful. He also had a tattoo running down his inner thigh. I’d not noticed that before! It was Chinese characters. “What does that say?” I asked him, curious, trying to shift my weight to see it as it snaked up his leg, but equally not wanting him to stop playing with my tits.

  Xiao’s lips moved close to my ear and he whispered something in Chinese.

  “And for those of us that can’t speak Chinese?”

  “Black Heart, my heart, beating in time together.”

  I leaned my head to the side so that I could look at him. “Do you have a tattoo for your fandom?” I asked him. He raised a shoulder. I don’t know why, but that made my heart melt. Xiao was a mass of walking power and seemed like he had a tough exterior, but maybe all that muscle was hiding an inner softie. I reached up for him, guiding his mouth to mine and kissed him gently.

  My lips moved against his. They were soft.

  Then one of his hands was between my legs, and when I gasped at his contact, his tongue pushed into my mouth. While one hand tweaked and pulled at a nipple, the other was curling a finger up inside me, a thumb playing with my still sensitive clit. A second finger slipped in. All I wanted to do was spread my legs wider, but Xiao’s legs, and the bathtub, were stopping that. Combined with the heat of the water, I didn’t last long before I was hit with another orgasm.

  I flopped against him, trying to catch my breath through the kisses. Finally, Xiao pulled away. “You make beautiful noises,” he whispered, nuzzling at my neck.

  “Have you ever had a girlfriend before?” I asked him, suddenly.

  Considering he had both fucked and finger-fucked me, it probably wasn’t the most appropriate question, but the man had talent and I was inquisitive.

  “Jealous?”

  I thought about it, then shook my head. “No,” I realized. I reached for one of his hands, lacing my fingers through it, then brought it up to my lips. “You have the hands – and the body, I’ll be honest – of a god. And I know nothing about you.”

  “You choose to start with ex-girlfriends?”

  “Meh?” I shrugged. “Seemed marginally more appropriate than talking about your mother.”

  “I have a mother, a father, and two older twin-sisters,” Xiao responded.

  Apparently talking about family while naked didn’t bother him. “Twins? Are they identical?”

  Xiao nodded. “It has been about ten years since I saw them in person, but they are identical. Or they were. Lei Ling is now blonde. Lei Ying cut her hair short.”

  “Ten years?” I repeated, surprised. “Not once?”

  “This isn’t the first time I’ve not been able to get to China,” Xiao explained. His free hand wrapped around my waist, holding me tight. “I just didn’t realize it.”

  I frowned. “How does that make sense?”

  “We focused our promotions in South Korea and Japan. There have only been two concerts in China prior to this, and both times they had been announced after I had committed to appearing at a solo promotion. Lee Sejin, the previous Vice Chairman of Atlantis, told me that the television appearances would be more beneficial to Onyx than the two small concerts in Beijing.”

  “Really?”

  “It was only after we had scheduled Shanghai and Hong Kong for this tour that Holly discovered Sejin had done something with my visa application when I had arrived in Seoul that was now preventing me from returning home. Holly has the lawyers on the case, but right now, it looks like if I go to China, I will not be able to return to Seoul.”

  “Your family?” It was more of an exclamation of sympathy than a question.

  “My family is not rich. We were very poor when we were growing up. When I was twelve, Lei Ying got married. Her husband ran up a huge gambling debt. Six months before I moved to Seoul, he ran off, leaving it all in her name. He had been a developer. He left her owing millions. With the last scrap of money my family had, they sent me to Seoul to audition. I’ve been sending home most of my earnings to help out since I started receiving them.”

  I had to focus on the faucet, otherwise I was going to cry. I could hear the love in his voice as he spoke about them and yet this life meant he couldn’t see them. That was heartbreaking.

  “So, I hope you’re not with me for my money, because I don’t have much of that.”

  “Damn,” I sighed, dramatically, snapping my fingers. “There go my plans for diamonds.”

  “Will you settle for Hello Kitty and me fucking your brains out?”

  “I don’t know about settling, but you can certainly fuck my brains out,” I assured him. I blew out a breath and looked at him. “Look, I’m not going to pretend I signed up for whatever this is because I wasn’t attracted to you, because I sure as hell was, but I also didn’t agree to it because of what you are.”

  The Bangkok show was phenomenal. The whole group seemed to be on a high from all of them being back together again. They were definitely more relaxed when it came to the dancing, and overall, there was a lot more smiling and laughter on stage. It was a p
leasure to take the photographs.

  Despite the day off, it was the only break in the schedule. We wrapped up, went back to the hotel, and were at the airport by six in the morning for our flight to Jakarta – the last show on the Asian leg of the tour.

  It was another shortish flight. Thankfully, I was with the whole team back in first class, but I had a seat with a stranger. I was certain Holly had called Sungmin by now, which meant I had royally pissed him off.

  Oh well, the person next to me fell asleep almost instantly and I occupied myself with editing. I’d somehow found the time in Bangkok to get up to date with Hong Kong, but it was a tight turn-around from Jakarta. Once more, it was a case of checking into the hotel the day before and heading straight from the venue to the airport afterwards.

  Sungmin had said we had to get back to Seoul, and then there was a flight to Vancouver for the American leg of the tour…

  If Holly had approved that title, I was going to have serious words with her regarding geography. To me, it implied more than the six stops that were scheduled.

  When we landed, I knew geography was going to be the least of our problems.

  Inside the airport, everything was normal. All the bags had arrived, and from a personal point of view, Sungmin actually spoke to me: he thanked me for the Hong Kong photos which he had been looking at on the plane.

  It wasn’t like Shanghai where a random sixth sense kicked in. It was only when we left the airport, beelining it for the minibus that things seemed to instantly explode and go to shit.

  There were very few fans there. The ones that were, were holding signs.

  It was a flashback – a very unwanted flashback – to Shanghai. This time the signs, written in both Hangeul and English, were aimed at all six members.

  Liars! Or 거짓말쟁이!

  That was it. Every sign held had one word. The people holding them were also all unnaturally silent.