Payback: The Director and Actor's Day off

Chocolate All the Way

There was something off, this was what came to mind as Yoohan opened his eyes. He gingerly looked around to get his bearings and realized he was in Jae's living room, specifically lying on the sofa with a blanket over him. The last conscious thought he had was lying on his back on the living room table with his legs up in the air, being thoroughly plowed . Did he faint? The chances of that is... well, high. He really got worked to his very bones. Just thinking about it made him grit his teeth. That mad man was relentless, seriously... his body would give out if they continue to do this. Where was the culprit anyway? His nose detected the cigarette smoke and he searched for the source. He spotted Jae in the veranda, with his broad back to him. Well, won't you look at that, here he was, aching in places he didn't even think he could ache and the psycho is just enjoying, merrily relaxing. Yoohan stood, careful to stretch his aching muscles. He covered himself with the blanket and headed to the veranda. Jae was alerted to his movements when he opened, the slightly ajar glass door. There was an amused glint in Jae's eyes as he watched Yoohan trudge towards him. He must have looked comical with the blanket over him, with only his face exposed. Yoohan ignored the look and shimmied next to the tall frame.

"Give me some of that." Yoohan demanded and pursed his lips for a hit. He had both hands inside the blanket, holding it close. Instead of giving him a puff though, Jae chuckled and shifted to move behind him, enveloping him in a bear hug.

"Hey, you... urgh! Don't squeeze me too tight!"

"Lee Yoohan, don't you think you should give your throat a rest?"

"What?" Yoohan turned his head back to look at Jae.

"Your voice is hoarse, can't you hear your self?"

Yoohan paused. Come to think of it, his throat did feel a bit scratchy.

"It must be all the moaning, not to mention your repeated demands. You were shouting a lot back there. I remember clearly when you begged me to go "Harder!", "Faster!", "Deeper!". There was a lot of "There, there!" and "Fuck, so good!" too, not to mention you're not used to deep throats."

The memories came flashing through Yoohan's head, with each scene echoing with those very same words. His cheeks reddened in embarrassment and he wished for the ground to open up and swallow him. This man had no shame. "You-- urgh! You're so shameless to be saying that when its all your fault!"

Jae just threw his head back and laughed loudly. "There, there, don't be mad. I accept responsibility. It's my fault, you're right. Its all me."

Yoohan felt his hackles rise as he caught the wide, unrepentant smile. "Of course it is, you jerk! Now let me have a puff."

"Hmmm... just one then." Jae conceded.

Yoohan slightly pursed his lips again, expecting the cigarette to be placed between his lips but instead Jae took a long hit from the cigarette, leaned down and covered Yoohan's mouth with his own. Yoohan couldn't react and didn't even know how to react as Jae's warm breath filled his mouth. What is this? Fuck, he wasn't prepared for this. What the hell? When his brain started functioning again he breathed in so that he can curse at Jae but inhaled the smoke instead making him cough painfully.

"Fu--aah... ough, ough, ough. You crazy fuck! Ough, ough, ough! Are you trying to kill me?" Yoohan was ready to spew out more curses but can't help to hold his self back when he saw Jae's expression. What the—? No fair... to have such an expression is cheating. He felt his face heat up more and so Yoohan faced forward to hide from Jae's eyes. There was no escaping though. The tinted glass walls of the veranda reflected their images and he can see Jae's face clearly on the glass. The furrowed brows and the clenched jaw... urgh, that's really cheating. Yoohan can only pout in resignation as he let the big hands rub his back and chest to help ease the pain from the coughs. Also, it felt good to have the big hands warm him instead of the blanket that fell from his grasp to the floor earlier.