something sweet, a peach tree | mark/jaehyun

Chapter 7

James schedules his trip with Annie as planned, so from Saturday morning to Sunday evening, Mark will have his hands full looking after Lucy. Jaehyun offers to pick some dinner up for them and then come get him from work on Friday so they can have a nice night in together, which Mark happily accepts.

He's staunchly repressing the weird feelings from last week, but unfortunately they don't just go nowhere. The, uh, other feelings he's had for Jaehyun since the beginning remain, and compound now with everything else channeling into one avenue. He's been, like, obnoxiously horny for the better part of this week, maybe also because he and Jaehyun only fucked once, that Saturday afternoon, last weekend. Anyway, he's very glad Jaehyun suggested this, because he doesn't want to deal with that when he's supposed to be babysitting his niece.

So he already has a plan when he gets into Jaehyun's car that afternoon. And it helps that Jaehyun's in a plain white tank top and soft shorts that ride up his thighs. How could Mark be expected to resist?

He waits until they're a respectable distance away from his office building. He slips his hand over the console to rest innocently on Jaehyun's exposed thigh. If Jaehyun suspects anything, he doesn't react. It's only when Mark's fingers inch closer and closer to where Jaehyun's cock is lying soft under the fabric of his shorts that Jaehyun raises an eyebrow at him and asks, calmly, "Can I help you?"

Mark glances at him. "Just missed you, that's all. Been missing you all week," he says. "I can stop if you want."

Jaehyun presses his lips together, clearly trying and failing to hide his amusement. "I didn't say that."

Mark wraps his hand around Jaehyun's cock and squeezes. Jaehyun inhales sharply but doesn't even blink. "Good." He begins to stroke, slow so the fabric doesn't chafe. "Just keep driving, hyung. I'll take care of you. See if you can make it home."

"Fuck, Mark," Jaehyun mutters, but he keeps his eyes on the road.

It takes a few blocks before Mark feels a wet patch of precome leak through the fabric under his fingers. "You're making such a mess, hyung," he teases, but Jaehyun just makes a soft noise and bucks his hips up into Mark's palm. "Do you want it faster?"

"Mm-hm," Jaehyun hums tightly. Mark smirks to himself, even though he's getting hard, too, just watching Jaehyun.

"I dunno if you can make it home," he says, speeding up his hand anyway. "I know you, you don't come unless you're with me, so you're all pent up, right?" Jaehyun's silence is answer enough. "You're already so hard." And he is, hard and hot, the heat of it obvious even through his shorts.

They're out of the city now, heading up a hill towards Jaehyun's neighborhood. Mark keeps stroking, even when Jaehyun's hands start to tremble at the wheel. There's less danger of them crashing here, which Mark is vaguely anxious about somewhere in the back of his brain. If they need to stop, they can just stop. They're the only people on the road now that they're out of the downtown traffic.

"Close, baby, 'm close," Jaehyun warns softly.

"We're only a couple blocks away," Mark teases, but he's now made it his mission to make Jaehyun come in his pants. He leans closer, pressing his lips to Jaehyun's bare shoulder. Jaehyun shivers. "So pretty, hyung. It's almost worse if you come now than when we were in traffic downtown. What if one of your neighbors sees?" The streets are empty and quiet, but Mark watches the idea bloom in Jaehyun's mind and send shivers down his back.

"Fuck," Jaehyun grits out, slowing for a stop sign. Mark can tell he kind of wants to just blast right through it, but Jaehyun is responsible, so he stops. And he doesn't go. His grip on the wheel tightens. He bends over himself, panting, forehead grazing the top of the steering wheel, abdomen working helplessly, and then he comes with a broken cry, spilling hot release in his pants.