The Escort Service

chapter 8

chapter 8

  Jeongguk wasn’t entirely comfortable.

  His cock was hard, his back felt bruised, his thigh and stomach muscles were aching, and his feet were loosing circulation.

  And he was about to come. Again.

  At a little before midnight on Thursday night, Taehyung had been getting ready to leave, and Jeongguk  had innocently remarked that he’d only come three times that evening, when on the previous Friday he’d made him come five times. He’d just been teasing, since he was perfectly satisfied with the evening’s activities.

  But Taehyung had heaved him up, sprawled his back onto the table, pushed his chemise up and his legs apart, and brought him to climax twice with his hand.

  Then, erect again, Taehyung had rolled on another condom and entered him, lifting his legs up so his ankles were propped on his shoulders as he started to thrust. It was an entirely undignified position, his legs in the air and his hands fumbling around on the smooth table for something to clutch. His spine was sore from being pushed back and forth on the hard surface by Taehyung’s forceful motion. The sound of slapping flesh and wet suction was vaguely embarrassing, as were the soft grunts he made to the tempo of his rutting.

  Jeongguk really shouldn’t be enjoying it so much.

  He was, though, and he bit his lip hard as his muscles tensed up and the tremors of his sixth orgasm that evening started to rip through his body. He stifled his cry of release, and it came out as a high-pitched keening sound.

  He gasped for Taehyung to come too as the waves of satisfaction washed over him. He gazed up at him breathlessly as his flushed face twisted on his last few pushes inside him. Taehyung’s fingers tightened bruisingly in the flesh of his ass, and he choked out a guttural word as he rolled his hips slowly, as if he were savoring his release.

  Jeongguk had to stifle a giggle as he pulled out and helped him off the table. He clung to the edge for support, his legs barely able to hold his weight. He couldn’t believe they’d just done that. After Taehyung had already showered and packed up his case.

  As he went to the bathroom to take care of the condom, he glanced at the clock and blinked at the time.

  “I went twenty minutes over,” Jeongguk said when he returned to the room. “Sorry.”

  “Don’t worry about it.” Taehyung’s eyes scanned him from messy hair to his bare feet, and he saw his lips give a little twitch.

  Knowing exactly what that expression meant, he narrowed his eyes. “What’s so funny?”

  “I wasn’t laughing.”

  “Yes, you were.”

  Taehyung’s mouth softened as he closed up his case again. “I really wasn’t laughing. I was just thinking you look a little worse for wear.”

  With a huff, Jeongguk peered in a mirror. He was sorer than he’d expected to be, so he kept one hand on the table for support. He had another bruise on his neck, and he was pretty sure he’d have marks from his fingers on his bottom and thighs. His cheeks were flushed, and covered with a sheen of perspiration. Plus, the hair was slightly damp from all the effort he’d put into sex tonight, sticking out in crazy, messy flips.

  With a scowl for Taehyung, he said, “It’s your fault, so you have no reason to laugh. If you were at my place, you’d look messy too.”

  The smile that had been twitching on the edges of his mouth emerged completely. “No argument here.”

  Glancing again at the clock, Jeongguk  felt a little pang of worry. “I’m sorry we went overtime. Should I give you-”

  “No,” Taehyung interrupted, a little sharply. “Don’t worry about it.”

  Jeongguk swallowed, afraid he’d offended Taehyung. He was generally pretty good natured, but he was learning more and more that he had a sensitive psyche hidden beneath all the layers of cool sophistication. And he didn’t always know when or how he might accidentally bruise it.

  He took a step away from the table to go pick up his robe, feeling overly exposed all of a sudden in his skimpy satin chemise. But he winced on the first step as a jolt of soreness caught his between the legs.

 
  “Sore?” Taehyung asked, stepping over to put a hand around his waist and then help his into a chair. “Was I too rough?”

  “Oh, no. I would have stopped you if it wasn’t good.” Reassured at his considerate manner and grinned up at him. “It was good.”

  Taehyung pulled out his smartphone and started clicking. “Next time?”

  “Yeah. We’re on for a week from Monday, right?”

  “You don’t want anything earlier?”

  Jeongguk was really curious about how much he’d managed to free up his schedule recently, but he’d been too hesitant to pry into exactly why he was cutting back on clients. Every time he’d tried to hint at the subject, he’d closed down like a portcullis. “I’ve got that trip to Québec.”

  Taehyung looked at him blandly, and he felt a little tremor of nerves as he considered a possibility. Then Jeongguk decided he had nothing to lose. So he said casually, “Have you ever been to Québec?”

  “Québec City?” At Taehyung’s nod in affirmation, he continued, “No, I haven’t.”

  “Oh. I’ve got to go up there for a conference. I’m giving a lecture on Friday night and then have to attend a banquet on Saturday night. But I have all day Saturday and most of Sunday to hang out and do some sightseeing.” He almost made the suggestion but then he chickened out. So he concluded lamely, “I was wondering if you had any ideas about what I should see, if you’d been there before.”

  “I haven’t been there,” Taehyung repeated. He was still playing with his smartphone. Not really looking at him. “I’ve heard it’s a great city. It’s on my list of places to visit.”

  Taehyung appeared to be speaking absently, as if he weren’t really absorbed in the conversation. But he’d given him a great lead-in, so Jeongguk steeled his courage up again. “I don’t suppose you want to—” The words stuck in his throat as a wave of anxious self-consciousness washed over his.

  Jeongguk had no idea why he was nervous about asking him. He’d paid for him to fuck him many times over the last six months. But something about this possibility made him feel more vulnerable than his requests for the normal sessions with Taehyung.

  Taehyung’s eyes shot up to his face. “You don’t suppose I would want to what?”

  Jeongguk gulped. “Come with me.” Now that he’d gotten it said, he hurried on in a rush, “I mean, I know you do weekends. It was on your list of services. But this is probably too short notice. I should have planned earlier, but I was just thinking it might be fun. I mean, if you’re available. You’re probably not. It’s no big deal. Forget I said anything.”

  “Which weekend is it again?” Taehyung asked. He was clicking on his smartphone again. His distraction with it was getting a little annoying— Jeongguk could only imagine the kinds of appointments he had scheduled in it—but at least he seemed to be taking his suggestion seriously. “I have plans the tenth and eleventh.”

  “No,” he said, feeling a little hopeful. “It’s next weekend. I know it’s short notice, so it’s really fine if you—”

  “I don’t have any engagements scheduled then,” Taehyung said, lowering his smartphone. “I think I could do it.”

  Jeongguk felt a ridiculous rush of pleasure. “Really? Are you sure? I’d pay for airfare and the hotel and everything, like you have on your list of prices. And I know you have the base rate for a weekend, and then I guess we could add up all the sex—”

  “Jeongguk ,” Taehyung interrupted again. “We’ll figure it out later.”

  Jeongguk’s lips were pressed together tightly. He must have offended him again. It was a little awkward—having his company be a monetary commodity—but this was his business and he wasn’t sure how else to address it. It was always better when they could just leave it unspoken. Just pass the envelope at the end of the night. He didn’t know how they could make plans for the weekend trip without working the money out first, though.

  He shrugged, however, and left the topic alone. Just said he’d email him with more details.

  Despite the slight awkwardness, he was really excited about Taehyung joining him on the trip. He would be such good company. They could look around the city together. Taehyung was so intelligent, informed, and witty that he knew he’d be the best kind of sightseeing companion.

  Plus, they could have a whole weekend of sex.

  ***

  Terrasse Dufferin was crowded late on Saturday morning, and Jeongguk  and Taehyung milled through tourists, street performers, and vendors as they made their way along the promenade.

  They’d gotten up early that morning to hit some of the most popular sites before the crowds, but now they were just leisurely wandering through Vieux Québec, the old city, without a particular plan or destination.

  The sky was blue and cloudless, the sunshine warm, and the breeze off the river brisk and fresh. Jeongguk loved the feel of cobblestone under his shoes from the old streets and the historic architecture of the buildings surrounding him. And he even enjoyed some of the tacky tourist entertainment. He and Taehyung paused for a full ten minutes to watch two performers dressed as Wolfe and Montcalm fight a mock duel in an amusing reflection on their historic battle.

  As he’d expected, Taehyung was both informed and witty. He told him details about military confrontations along the St. Lawrence at various points in history, and he didn’t hesitate to wryly point out inaccuracies in the various recreations of history designed for gullible tourists.

  Jeongguk enjoyed his irony immensely, but he couldn’t feel particularly ironic himself . He was having too good a time. When they finished strolling along Terrasse Dufferin, they started down the stairs that led to the Lower Town and the river.

  The stairs were very long, rather uneven, and incredibly steep. And Jeongguk  was careful as he descended, not wanting to humiliate himself  by tumbling head-over-heels to the bottom. He clapped his hands in silly delight like a bunny when he made it to the bottom, and he didn’t even care that Taehyung chuckled at him in dry amusement.

  It was one of those perfect days. The weather was delightful. His surroundings were inspiring. The wind off the St. Lawrence River was invigorating. And he had the rest of the day, plus most of tomorrow, to look forward to.

  Jeongguk would have had a good time here by himself , but it was even better with a companion like Taehyung.

  “Oh look,” Jeongguk said, as they started along the walk by the river. He pointed to a vendor down the way. “Ice cream.”

  Taehyung lifted an eyebrow. “It’s not even eleven in the morning.”

  “What’s your point?” Jeongguk  demanded, frowning up at him.

  Taehyung laughed again and shook his head. But he gestured toward an empty bench. “Grab a seat while you can. I’ll get you one.”

  With another rush of joie de vivre, Jeongguk grinned and started to pull his wallet out. “Here. Let me—”

  “Don’t,” Taehyung interrupted, leaving him abruptly to walk over to the ice cream vendor.

  Jeongguk frowned as he went to sit on the one empty bench in front of the river. He had no right to be grumpy with him for trying to pay for the ice cream. Those had been his terms from the very beginning. It said so on his little sheet of services. The client pays for travel, lodging, food, and whatever else was purchased over the course of an engagement. Taehyung’ had exchanged some currency when he did at the airport, but assumed he’d spend his cash only on himself. His reaction made him very uncomfortable, although he couldn’t specify exactly why.

  Jeongguk decided it felt like they were friends. While their relationship had always been professional, they’d gotten to know each other pretty well over the last months. He genuinely liked Taehyung. And he was pretty sure the other liked him as well.

  He supposed awkwardness was inevitable whenever the commercial aspect of their relationship arose.

  Shrugging to himself, he pushed the concern from his mind. He was in too good a mood to worry about it at the moment, and Taehyung was on his way back with two ice cream cones.

  Although he didn’t say anything, he was ridiculously pleased that he’d gotten himself a cone too—even if it was ten forty-five in the morning.

  His terseness had dissipated on his return, so they chatted idly about Québec and some of the tourists around them. Then they faded off into companionable silence.

  “I wish I didn’t have that banquet tonight,” Jeongguk said eventually, breaking the lull in conversation as he started crunching on his cone.

  “I thought you said your lecture last night went well.”

  “It did. I just hate banquets like this. I always have to sit at the front table with all the boring, important people. It feels like I’m just there as part of the show. You know? It kind of makes me feel like I’m being used. Like an object or something.” He sighed. He’d always wanted to be famous, but he’d been learning that notoriety—even very minor notoriety like a best-selling romance novelist—wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
Taehyung made a wordless hum, but it sounded affirmative.

  Taehyung lifted his eyebrows quizzically.

  Jeongguk  swallowed hard, feeling a lump of anxiety at his careless turn of conversation. He’d already shown himself to be a little sensitive today, and he really didn’t want to insult him. “I mean…I just meant that maybe you know how icky it is for people to just see you as an object. I didn’t mean—”

  “I know what you meant,” Taehyung said quietly, licking some of his melting ice cream off his cone. “I do know.”

  Jeongguk let out a relieved exhalation and he found the courage to ask, “How do you handle it?”

  Taehyung was quiet for a long time. So long Jeongguk assumed he’d lost him. But then he finally said, his eyes focused out on the river, “You just accept it.”

  And that hurt him. Unexpectedly. Sharply. In the middle of a fresh, delightful day. Jeongguk knew exactly what he meant. Always assumed he had to hide his real self somewhere deep inside him in order to use his body the way he did.

  But what he’d said implied a lot more than that. He’d accepted it. That this was who he was. This was his whole worth. Just an object to be used.

  And, sitting there on a bench in front of the St. Lawrence River, Jeongguk  hated Taehyung’s father with a passion that was both fiery and irrational. Whoever the man was, whatever the man had done, he’d convinced his son that he had no intrinsic value.



  He was conscious of a tiny flicker of awareness that hinted at the hypocrisy of his hatred. After all, Jeongguk  had spent the last six months paying Taehyung for his body. But it didn’t feel that way to him—not really—and he couldn’t let himself think too deeply about it anyway.



  He knew Taehyung was an adult and had the power to make his own decisions about life. But he still hated his father. Wished he knew who the man was.



  He crunched on the last of his ice cream cone and tried to summon back his giddy happiness with the day.



  “The banquet should only last a couple of hours,” Taehyung said. “Right?”



  Jeongguk perked up a little. “Right. They said it should be over by eight or eight-thirty. And we have all day tomorrow before we fly back.” He still had most of the weekend and all he had to do was sit through one boring banquet.



  “We can go out after the banquet tonight if you want,” Taehyung suggested. “I’m sure we can find something interesting to do. What did you want to do this afternoon?”



  “I’m not sure,” Jeongguk admitted. “I’m going to need lunch in a little while.”



  Taehyung’s mouth twitched a little and he knew he was thinking about the ice cream cone he’d just eaten. Jeongguk was still finishing off his cone, and he watched as Taehyung put the last bite in his mouth and then licked the remnants of melted ice cream from his lips.



  Impulsively, he leaned over and pressed his lips against Taehyung’s. He licked his lips too, absurdly thrilled when he could still taste a little ice cream.



  Gently pulling him closer to him, Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jeongguk’s waist and deepened the kiss. Taehyung’s tongue met his and teased it a little before he slipped it further into his mouth.



  Jeongguk moaned softly as he stroked the back of Taehyung’s head, loving the smooth texture of his hair beneath his fingertips.



  The kiss was lovely, but he didn’t feel particularly urgent. He’d been exhausted last night after the flight and the lecture, so, when they’d had sex before bed, it had been gentle, unhurried, and under the covers. He’d thought, if he spent a weekend with Taehyung, he’d want to rip his clothes off constantly. But he felt more relaxed than anything else. While he was sure they’d have sex at least once today, he wasn’t desperate to run back to the hotel room.



  Jeongguk wasn’t exactly sure why. He didn’t think it was because he was finally getting sated with Taehyung’s services, but he wasn’t sure how to explain it.



  Taehyung had moved one hand up to curve around the back of his head, and his other hand cupped his cheek. It was warm against his skin. Sometimes, the warmth of his hands, his whole body, still surprised him—for a man who always looked so cool.



  “Did you have any ideas for lunch?” Taehyung mumbled against his mouth.



  It seemed perfectly natural to continue their conversation in the midst of the kiss, so Jeongguk didn’t try to pull away. “I don’t know. Maybe we can go somewhere around here, since our hotel is close by.”



  They were staying at the Château Frontenac, of course. Jeongguk  wasn’t about to visit Québec and stay anywhere else.



  “And this afternoon? We still have several sites on our list we haven’t gotten to yet.” Taehyung’s hand was tangled in his hair as he pressed little kisses on his lips.



  Jeongguk smiled against his mouth. “Yeah. Maybe we can do those tomorrow.”



  “Did you have something else in mind for the afternoon?” The timbre of Taehyung’s voice hinted that he knew what he was thinking.



  Jeongguk  laughed, feeling his joie de vivre return. “I did.” He dropped his hands and pulled back from the embrace. “I think I’m going to need a nap.”



*******



  Jeongguk  actually took a nap.



  He was tired from the trip the previous day, the lecture, and a morning of walking around Québec, and he needed to be “on” that evening so he wanted to have enough energy to go through the requisite schmoozing and smiling. So, after he and Taehyung had a leisurely lunch on the terrace of a quaint restaurant, they went back to the hotel and he took a nap.



  Taehyung picked up a book and looked perfectly content to read while he snoozed. But, when he woke up about an hour later and glanced over to his side of the bed, he saw Taehyung’d fallen asleep too.



  Jeongguk watched him for a moment. The book lay on the bed beside him, and one of his hands was resting on his belly. He still wore the black t-shirt and gray trousers he’d been wearing all day, although he’d taken off his shoes and socks. He’d never seen him sleeping. He assumed he slept the night before, but he’d been awake when he fell asleep and when he woke up. For some reason, it felt weird to watch him sleep now.



  He looked different—without the smooth demeanor he wore like a designer suit. He saw little creases on the corners of his eyes and noticed a small, faint scar on his right cheek. His chest rose and fell with his steady breathing, and his eyes rested for a long time on the way his eyelashes spread out against his skin.



  Part of him was fascinated by Taehyung’s humanness. By the fact that he did something as natural as sleep.



  But he also felt an odd twisting of his belly. An uncomfortable heaviness in his gut. He didn’t know what it was, but he didn’t like it. So he carefully got out of the bed and went into the bathroom, closing the door softly so he wouldn’t wake him up.



  Jeongguk decided to take a bath, since Taehyung was asleep and the banquet was still more than three hours away. He ran hot water into the deep, old-fashioned tub and had a wonderful soak, using lavender-and-honey scented bath oil.



  Jeongguk felt relaxed and drowsy when he heard Taehyung’s voice from outside the door. “Jeongguk? Are you all right?”



  “Yeah,” he called out. “Just taking a bath.”



  Jeongguk gave a little squeak when the door opened. He hadn’t realized his response was an invitation for him to come in, but apparently he took it that way.



  Taehyung walked into the bathroom, barefoot and rubbing his face.



  Jeongguk was immediately self-conscious, until he assured himself that there were enough bubbles in the water to keep his naked body from being the focus of Taehyung’s gaze. When he sat down on the side of the tub and idly dipped his hand in the water, he said with a teasing smile, “You had a nice little nap.”



  Jeongguk knew his tone would provoke a reaction and he didn’t disappoint him. He narrowed his eyes and made a monosyllabic grunt.



  Taehyung giggled. He never suspected he might be cranky on first waking up, and he found the idea strangely fascinating.



  “How long have you been in here?” he asked, letting his hand drift in the water. “It’s getting cool.”



  “I don’t know. A half-hour or so. It is getting kind of cool. I was about to get out.”



  Jeongguk waited, assuming he’d take his words as a sign that he should vacate the premises.



  Taehyung didn’t. He just leaned against the tile wall and watched him with an idle languor.



  After a minute, Taehyung prompted, “I thought you were going to get out.”



  “I am.” Jeongguk waited for him to leave.



  Taehyung stood up but didn’t move to the door. Instead, he picked up the big, soft bathrobe from the shelf, looking down at him in expectation. When he didn’t move, his brows drew together. “Well?”



  Jeongguk huffed. “Are you going to just stand there and watch?”



  Taehyung made a guttural sound that was half expression of surprise and half laugh. “I’ve seen your body before.”



  Frowning, Jeongguk gave him most frigid glare. While he wasn’t exactly grouchy, he was definitely not at most accommodating after waking up from a nap. In fact, he was being rather annoying. “That’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point?”

  He wasn’t quite sure what the point was, actually. So he demanded, “If you’re not going to leave, can you please hand me the towel?”



  Taehyung held out the robe like an offering, but it wasn’t close enough for him to reach it from the tub. On his face was a quizzical, absolutely infuriating look—like he couldn’t believe he was being so silly.



  Jeongguk was sure he was doing this on purpose, but there wasn’t enough evidence of intent for him to reproach it.



  Jeongguk glared up at him, deciding he wasn’t quite as attractive as he’d always imagined. Apparently, his act with clients was so good that he was able to mostly hide this obnoxious part of his personality.



  Taehyung arched his eyebrows. “Didn’t you want the towel?”

  It was a challenge. Jeongguk knew it. And he knew Taehyung knew it. And he was trapped. He either had to stand up naked and take the towel or confess he was still self-conscious about his body.



  Technically, Jeongguk could demand that Taehyung give the towel to him. He was paying him for this weekend, and it was his job to please and accommodate him. But he couldn’t fathom holding that over him, taking unfair advantage of the unequal power dynamic of this situation.



  Which left his no choice. He wasn’t about to back down to Taehyung.



  Jeongguk  stood up, the sudsy water streaming off of his skin as he lifted himself up. Taehyung didn’t even make it easy on him. His eyes raked over his naked, curvy form before he could grab the bathrobe and wrap it around himself.



  “Jerk,” Jeongguk muttered, walking out of the bathroom with what he would describe as righteous wrath but Taehyung would probably describe as a flounce.



  Taehyung followed him. “Did you just call me a jerk?”



  Jeongguk stuck his chin out indignantly as he shuffled through his suitcase, which was open on a rack. He couldn’t find anything to wear. He didn’t want to get dressed for the banquet yet or put back on his jeans and top from this morning. But all the loungewear he’d brought was kind of slinky.



  He definitely didn’t want to put on something sexy at the moment. Not when Taehyung was sitting in a chair, leaning back with his legs stretched out as if he didn’t have a care in the world. And he was still watching him, probably just waiting for him to change so he could revel in his smugness.



  Finding nothing good to put on, Jeongguk secured the big white robe around himself more carefully, tucking the knote as tightly as he could. Then he went over to the bed, laid down, and picked up the book he’d brought with him.



  Pretended to read.



  After a few minutes, he peeked over the top of the cover and saw that Taehyung was still watching him, his lips twitching uncontrollably.



  The bastard was just sitting there, having a private laugh at his expense.



  His own sense of humor surged up at the sight of his warm, handsome face. He had to hide behind his book so Taehyung wouldn’t see he wanted to giggle at himself.



  No sense in letting him win so easily.



  After a minute, Taehyung asked, “Are you all right?”



  Jeongguk composed his face and lowered his book. “What do you mean by that?”



  “I mean—are you all right? You looked like you were wincing.”



  Jeongguk thought quickly and came up with the best excuse he could on short notice. “Oh. My feet are just a little sore. From all the walking this morning.”



  It sounded fairly convincing and Taehyung didn’t question it, although his eyes narrowed slightly. So he lifted the book again and tried not to snicker at his suspicious expression.



  Jeongguk was concentrating on keeping a poker-face, so Taehyung wouldn’t think he’d won his over with his smug tactics. So he was shocked when he felt a warm hand on his bare ankle.



  Jeongguk squeaked and jerked his foot away.



  Taehyung had moved over to sit on the end of the bed and he stared at him like he was crazy.



  “You startled me,” Jeongguk said, explaining his dramatic reaction. “What are you doing?”



  He actually wouldn’t be opposed to sex now, if Taehyung could manage to keep from acting obnoxiously about it.



  “You said your feet were sore. I was going to rub them.”



  “Oh.” He stretched his legs out again and watched him warily as Taehyung set one of his feet in his lap. “I thought you might be trying to tickle.”



  Taehyung gave a dry huff of laughter. “I wouldn’t dare when you’re in this mood.”



  To Jeongguk’s surprise Taehyung had audacity to mock him when he was the one being snooty “What mood is that?” he asked.



  “I believe prickly might be the word.” The corner of his mouth tilted up irresistibly as Taehyung started to give his foot a firm massage.



  Jeongguk couldn’t hold back a long sigh at how good his hands felt. But he wasn’t yet ready to admit surrender. “Well, the word for you is obnoxious.”



  “What have I done?” Taehyung’s tone was innocent, and his fingers kneading the sole of his foot was delicious.



  “You know very well what you’ve done. You’ve been smug and obnoxious since you woke up from your nap. Now be quiet or you’ll ruin my foot rub.”



  Taehyung chuckled, his soft, warm laughter wafting and making him smile too. He was a very odd man, and he couldn’t seem to figure him out. He couldn’t believe he’d taunted him into getting out of the bathtub naked.



  Jeongguk wondered if Taehyung thought he was pretty.



  Taehyung gave great foot rubs. He worked one foot over, deeply massaging from the toes to the heel. Then he pulled his other foot into his lap and gave it the same treatment. It didn’t take long for him to drop the book and stretch out more comfortably so he could enjoy it, making sure to tug the towel down over his thighs.



  Taehyung closed his eyes and breathed deeply, but when his hands moved from his foot to his leg, his sighs turned to soft moans. His hands felt incredible, and eventually he was caressing rather than massaging.



  Then he started using his mouth, trailing kisses and little nips along his feet, ankles, calves, and all the way up to the back of his knees.



  After several minutes of his ministrations, Jeongguk was fully aroused and starting to shift restlessly on the bed. And he hadn’t made it higher than his knees.



  “Taehyung,” he gasped at last, when his skillful mouth on the sensitive spot at the back of his knee threatened to drive him insane. “I’m finding you less obnoxious now. You can move on past my legs.”



  Taehyung made a humming sound against his skin that sent delicious vibrations straight to his hot arousal. With a smile, he moved higher on the bed and took one of his hands in both of his.



  Taehyung pressed a kiss into the palm, with a gentleness that took Jeongguk by surprise. But, before he could fully register the gesture, he trailed his mouth up to his wrist and higher up his arm, alternately flicking with his tongue and grazing with his teeth.



  Then he stroked his arms as he mouthed his throat. Every inch of his skin that he’d touched felt tingling and sensitized. His whole body was primed, and all the parts that he hadn’t yet reached were aching for his touch.



  Taehyung kissed his neck and then along the line of his jaw. And then he lingered just on the edge of his mouth until Jeongguk couldn’t take any more. He turned his head enough to claim Taehyung’s mouth.



  Their lips clung to each other for several moments, and then the kissed deepened. Jeongguk was just getting into it, clutching at his head and trying to rub his hips against Taehyung’s, when he pulled away.



  Jeongguk whimpered in frustration as his face lowered again to his neck. He was dying for him. He was wet and aching between his legs, and he couldn’t stop squirming his hips.



  But Taehyung wouldn’t even get to his chest.



  Finally, Jeongguk decided he must be doing it on purpose. “Taehyung,” he said hoarsely, pulling his head up from where he’d been sucking at a spot on his shoulder. “Stop stalling. Get to the good parts.”



  Taehyung met his eyes. His face was slightly flushed and his body looked a little tensed. That gave hope that he was starting to get aroused himself, but he lowered his face again to trail his lips down upper arm toward his elbow. “I can’t,” he murmured

Against his skin. “All your good parts are covered by the towel.”



  Jeongguk stiffened and sucked in a sharp breath. He was still being obnoxious. He was going to make him take off the bathrobe before he gave him what he wanted.



  Obviously, Taehyung’d seen the various parts of his body before, but he’d always kept something on so he didn’t feel quite so exposed or vulnerable. Had Taehyung just pushed up the towel like he’d expected, he wouldn’t have thought anything about showing him some skin.



  But this was different.



  “Taehyung,” Jeongguk whimpered, not immediately sure whether his desire or his stubbornness would hold out.



  Later, he would conclude that he hadn’t really caved. It was merely his common sense that came out victorious. He’d seen his body before. And he wanted to have sex.



  Why the hell should he cling to the towel?



  As Taehyung waited, sprawled out beside him and propped up on one arm, Jeongguk slowly moved his hand to the tucked end of the towel. He felt ridiculously nervous as he started to loosen it. Taehyung was gazing at him, and the sun was streaming in through the sheers on the window.



  His body looked perfectly fine in clothes, but he’d never be a swimsuit model.



  He didn’t care if he was paying Taehyung to be with him. He wanted Taehyung to find him attractive.



  Almost delicately, he pulled the wrapped robe apart, baring his body to his view. He couldn’t even do it in stages. Not only did he reveal his nipples, but also his belly, hips, thighs, and groin. Jeongguk was naked completely.



  The cool air on his still damp skin was almost shocking. His nipples had tightened with arousal and grew even more erect at the shift in temperature.



  Jeongguk saw a flicker of expression on Taehyung’s face—one he couldn’t identify. But it caused his pulse to pound even faster.



  To his relief, Taehyung didn’t just sit there staring at his naked flesh. Almost immediately, he lowered his face to one of his nipples, and his hands moved to caress his hips and thighs.

  Jeongguk exhaled in deep pleasure at the familiar feel of his mouth and hands on his body. And soon his self-consciousness was forgotten as his desire took on new urgency with the intensifying of the foreplay.

Eventually his mouth moved lower than his nipples as he pressed little kisses along the line of his side and across his abdomen. He cupped both his nipples with his hands and squeezed gently as he breathed hotly against his belly.



  Jeongguk had spread his legs and was trying to get any friction he could against his cock. “Taehyung,” he begged. “Please.”



  Taehyung’s mouth trailed even lower. Then his jaw brushed against the strip of trimmed hair between his thighs.



  Jeongguk gasped as Taehyung parted his legs even farther and then nuzzled him intimately. Before he could even process what was happening, he’d used his tongue to part his intimate hole and expose his hot arousal to the cool air of the room.



  “Taehyung!” he panted, trying to get his mind to work when his body was flooded with sensation.



  Taehyung ocassionally flicked at his cock, sending jolts of pleasure out from the touch.



  Jeongguk had to fight to keep his thighs apart. He wanted to squeeze around Taehyung’s head, around the pleasure. His hands groped at the bedding, and he instinctively tried to rub his cock against Taehyung’s mouth.



  Taehyung  held his thighs apart and held him in place with strong hands as his mouth worked him over. He stroked and fluttered with his tongue, dipping into his wet entrance and curling up against his inner walls. He nuzzled and rubbed against his flesh with his jaw and his nose, and occasionally even his teeth would graze him very lightly.



Jeongguk whimpered and panted, his body growing tighter and tighter as the sensations built up to an unbearable peak. His hands groped around, fumbling for purchase, moving from the comforter to the headboard to his own nipples. Eventually he gave in and clutched at Taehyung’s head, holding his mouth in place with shameless entitlement.



  Taehyung adjusted slightly to get his hand in position so he could sink two fingers inside his and pump them against his prostate. Then he concentrated on his cock, nudging and twirling the tip until Jeongguk wanted to howl.



  Jeongguk started to make little sobbing sounds as he felt his climax bear down. And he shook desperately as the tension finally shattered and his intimate muscles clamped down around Taehyung’s fingers.



  As he panted and rode out his orgasm, Taehyung kept pushing his fingers against the contractions, but he turned his head slightly to the soft flesh at the very top of his inner thigh.



  He bit down.



  Jeongguk cried out hoarsely, the jolt of unexpected pain sustaining the spasms of his pleasure.



  “Oh fuck !” he gasped as his body began to relax. “Oh God.”



  Taehyung gently slid his fingers out, and he lifted his head from between his legs.



  Jeongguk gazed down on him hazily, feeling a flush of embarrassment at how wet the lower part of his face was.



  As he reached for a tissue to wipe his face, Jeongguk remembered what he’d been trying to wrap his mind around earlier. “You didn’t use one of those dams.”



  Taehyung gave a half shrug. “No big deal.”



  “But you said—”



Lifting his eyebrows, Taehyung reached for a condom from the bedside table. “You haven’t had sex with anyone but me, have you?”



  “No,” he said slowly, randomly wondering if he thought that was weird.



  “How significant a chance do you think there is of me catching a disease from you?”



  Jeongguk couldn’t help but snort, his sense of irony triggered by Taehyung’s dry words. He should have known Taehyung had a rational reason for his atypical behavior. Obviously, there was no reason for protection if his only sexual experience was with him.



  It had felt extremely intimate, but Taehyung was a professional. It would be unforgivably foolish of him to forget that for even a moment.



  “Right,” he said with a relaxed smile. “Thank you for that, by the way.” He inclined his head toward his pelvis to indicate the oral sex he’d just performed. “Now maybe you can do something with that condom.”



  Taehyung quickly pulled off his clothes, and then he rolled the condom on over his erection. He positioned himself between his legs and aligned his cock at his entrance.



  But then he hesitated, scanning his face. “Did you want to use a different posit—”



  “This is good,” he interrupted, bucking his hips in a futile attempt to get him inside. He didn’t always like to make all the decisions. “Hurry up.”



  Taehyung sank inside him, and then he lowered his upper body so he could kiss him.



Jeongguk could still taste himself in Taehyung’s mouth, and he rolled his hips against the penetration of his cock.



  After a lingering kiss, Taehyung reared up on his arms and began to thrust. He always liked it when they got going and Taehyung started to do things on his own, without always getting him go-ahead first. That way, he could enjoy the experience without all the responsibility of decision-making.



  Once he’d built up a pleasing rhythm, Taehyung adjusted to put more weight on his knees. Then he pushed his legs forward toward his chest, bending them up as he went. The move allowed him to sink deeper into his body, and they both groaned at the resulting sensations.



  Jeongguk’s body was so sensitized that he was pretty sure he could come without stimulation on his cock. He tried to rock his body with Taehyung’s motion, and he hummed out silly, stifled sounds with their rhythm—something like “Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.”



  Taehyung’s face was flushed and tense above his, and his eyes seemed to devour him as he fucked him fast and hard.



  He jerked his head to the side as he came, writhing as the pleasure sliced through him.



  Taehyung grunted and kept pushing into his tightened channel. He braced himself on straightened arms, to and the damp skin of his face and shoulders glistened in the sun-filled room.



  He kept his head turned, and his eyes squeezed shut as the penetration of his cock felt even rawer and more intense after his orgasm. He panted against the bedding and felt another orgasm coalesce.



  “Jeongguk.” Taehyung’s thick voice spoke, not far from his ear. He was still pumping into him, his strokes shorter and faster.



  “Mm-hmm,” he whimpered, groping blindly until he found his shoulders to hold on to.



  “Jeongguk.”



  He liked how he said his name. It pushed him even closer to climax. His body was starting to shake uncontrollably.



  “Jeongguk,” Taehyung rasped again, the pumping of his hips almost wild. This time he realized it wasn’t an expression of passion. He was trying to get his attention.



He managed to open his eyes although his vision was blurred. He blinked up at him and saw that his features were twisted with effort and concentration.



  “Yes, damn it. Come!” Jeongguk choked out, digging his fingernails in to the back of his neck as the coiled pressure inside his reached its breaking point.



  He felt something unleash inside of Taehyung. He was too overwhelmed to identify the exact signs, but he recognized the way he let himself go. His rutting became almost frantic, and a blaze ignited in his eyes.



  That was all it took for Jeongguk to come. He arched up and sobbed in stifled gasps of pleasure as his body convulsed. And his orgasm pulled Taehyung into climax as well.



  Taehyung’s hips jerked clumsily a few times, and he choked out an incoherent word. Then felt his body pulse as he found his release.



  Taehyung lowered his weight on him for a few moments, and felt him panting against his neck.



Then, impulsively, turned his head slightly until his lips brushed against Jeongguk’s.



  Jeongguk kissed him back. It wasn’t a deep or focused kiss, but he liked how their lips clung together.



  But then Taehyung was pulling himself up and sliding his cock out of his body. He headed to the bathroom like usual, and Jeongguk heard the water as he washed up.



  Jeongguk released a long sigh, deciding that this was a pretty good way to spend a lazy afternoon in Quebec. Then, realizing he was completely naked and not under the covers, he looked around for something to put on.



  His eyes landed on Taehyung’s T-shirt, and actually bent down to pick it up off the floor. But as he stared down at it, he decided against it. It would be unnaturally intimate for him to wear his shirt, no matter how cozy it might be.



  He dropped it again, and then he gasped when he saw that Taehyung was standing across the room near the bathroom, watching him.



  “Sorry,” he said, feeling himself flush hotly. “Just looking for something to wear.”



  “You can wear my shirt if you want,” he said, his face showing no expression.



  “Nah. Just bring me something from my suitcase, will you?”





  Taehyung brought over his light blue shirt, and pulled it on while Taehyung put on his boxers.



Then he got into bed beside him and stretched out. “You came, didn’t you?” he asked, almost diffidently.



  Jeongguk’s mouth fell open. “Uh, yeah. Twice. Couldn’t you tell?”



  “I thought so. Just making sure.”



  Jeongguk frowned at him. “I’m not as quiet as I used to be.”



  With a twitch of a smile, he said, “I know. But you’re still pretty quiet.”



  For some reason he stiffened. “Is that a problem?”



  “Of course not. Constant screaming can get old pretty quickly.”



  Jeongguk made a face, trying to force back the pang of sharp discomfort he felt when he thought about Taehyung fucking other men, making them scream with pleasure, making them feel as good as he made him feel.

  “Anyway,” Taehyung continued, staring up at the ceiling. “It makes you more of a challenge.”

  That didn’t sound too bad. He thought he’d been getting pretty vocal lately, but maybe the sounds he made weren’t as loud and obvious as he thought.

  “You don’t make a lot of noise yourself,” Jeongguk said, peering at his stoic face. “So you’re hardly one to talk.”

  Taehyung’s smile was a little bitter. “No one really wants to hear me.”

  Jeongguk’s frown deepened. “What does that mean? I don’t mind if you make noises.” Jeongguk thought back over the grunting, panting, and guttural exclamations Taehyung made in the midst of sex. “What do you say when you come?” he asked, turning to him with his characteristic inquisitiveness.

  Taehyung  blinked at him. “Excuse me?”

  “When you come it sounds like you say something. At least the last few times. What do you say?”

  Taehyung’s face was perfectly still for a moment. Then he gave him a dryly amused smile. “Here’s a piece of advice. Never pay any attention to what a man says when he comes. Anything might be blurted out at that moment, and it rarely means anything.”

Jeongguk chuckled, although he recognized that Taehyung hadn’t answered his question. It was probably none of his business anyway. For all he knew, it was some other man’s name. “Nice.”

  “It’s true,” Taehyung said. “Who knows what I say? I might ask you to marry me. Pay no attention.”

  Jeongguk snorted as he imagined such a scene. His gigolo blurting out a proposal the moment before climax. “I wonder how much you would charge me for that,” Jeongguk said with a laugh. Not a good idea.

  The silence from the other side of the bed told him he’d offended the other.

  Groaning, Jeongguk said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. Really.”

  “I know. Don’t worry about it.”

  But Jeongguk did worry about it. They’d been having a perfectly nice conversation, and he’d said something stupid. He knew by now that Taehyung didn’t like to talk about the money, but he kept bringing it up.

  It was unavoidable. No matter how good a time he had with him, he could never escape one basic reality.

  Taehyung was with him because Jeongguk paid him.

  “They have a Sunday brunch here that’s supposed to be excellent,” Taehyung said pleasantly, obviously trying to move them past the awkward moment. “If we go out tonight, maybe we can sleep in tomorrow and go down to brunch before we see some more sights.”

  “Sounds good,” Jeongguk said, turning on his side to face him and smiling. “I’m actually getting a little hungry now. I wonder if they’ll have anything good at this banquet.”

  Taehyung laughed, as he’d known he would. And Jeongguk decided that, despite a few awkward moments, it was shaping up to be a really good weekend.

  And he still had all tomorrow to look forward to.

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