raspberries and mocha | heejake

14

As they left the bar behind, the city lights blurred into the background. Heeseung led the way, his hand brushing against Jake's every now and then. It felt like a spark that neither of them was quite ready to let die.

They walked in comfortable silence for a few blocks, the sound of their footsteps mingling with the distant hum of the city. Every now and then, Jake would glance over at Heeseung, catching his eye, and Heeseung would smirk in return, knowing full well where the night was heading.

When they finally reached Heeseung's apartment, Heeseung opened the door, stepping inside and motioning for Jake to follow. The quiet of the apartment greeted them, a stark contrast to the noise of the city outside.

Jake looked around, taking in the simple yet cozy space. "Nice place," he commented, his tone teasing. "So this is where the magic happens?"

Heeseung chuckled, locking the door behind them. "You could say that."

The tension between them was thick again, that magnetic pull drawing them closer as they stood in the dimly lit room. Heeseung could feel Jake's eyes on him, the younger man waiting, anticipating.

Without another word, Heeseung closed the distance between them, his hands finding Jake's waist as he pulled him in for a kiss. This time, it was slow, deliberate, their lips moving together as if they had all the time in the world. Jake's hands slid up Heeseung's chest, gripping his shirt as he deepened the kiss.

They broke apart just enough to breathe, their foreheads resting against each other's as Heeseung whispered, "I've been wanting to do that all night."

Jake grinned, his voice low and full of mischief. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Heeseung didn't need to be told twice. He led Jake further into the apartment, guiding him towards the couch. Jake followed, his eyes dark with desire as he watched Heeseung with growing anticipation.

As they reached the couch, Heeseung gently pushed Jake down onto it, straddling him without hesitation. He kissed Jake again, harder this time, his hands exploring the curve of Jake's shoulders and chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his shirt.

Jake let out a low hum of approval, his fingers sliding into Heeseung's hair as they continued kissing, the heat between them rising with each passing second.

But just as the tension began to tip over into something more heated, Jake pulled back slightly, his breath ragged as he stared up at Heeseung with a grin.

"So," Jake whispered, his voice barely above a murmur, "what exactly was it you wanted to show me?"

Heeseung smirked, leaning in close, his lips brushing against Jake's ear as he whispered back, "You'll have to be patient."

Jake's laugh was breathless, but he didn't resist. Instead, he leaned back against the couch, his hands still resting on Heeseung's hips as he waited, curiosity and desire swirling in his dark eyes.

After their heated makeout session, they both lie on the couch, catching their breath, the tension between them replaced by a quiet sense of intimacy. Heeseung's arm rests across Jake's chest, and Jake's fingers absentmindedly trace circles on Heeseung's hand.

The room is dim, with only the glow of the city lights filtering through the windows. It's a moment of calm after everything, and for a while, neither of them speaks, simply enjoying each other's presence.

Eventually, Jake breaks the silence with a soft chuckle, turning his head slightly to look at Heeseung. "Well...this wasn't what I expected when Riki invited me out tonight."

Heeseung smirks, still a bit breathless. "What did you expect then?"

"I don't know," Jake replies, his voice teasing. "Maybe not making out with one of the hottest waiters I've seen."

Heeseung laughs softly, rolling his eyes. "Is that what I am? Just a hot waiter?"

"Well, I wouldn't say just a hot waiter." Jake's tone is playful, but there's something deeper behind his words. He pauses, his gaze softening as he looks up at Heeseung. "You're more than that. I can tell."

Heeseung feels a strange warmth in his chest at Jake's words. It's not something he expected to hear tonight, but it stirs something inside him. He doesn't reply right away, instead letting the silence stretch between them as he thinks.

After a moment, Heeseung sits up, glancing at the time. "We should probably get going," he says, though there's no real urgency in his voice. "Riki's gonna question me a shit ton thinking I had something to do with you."

Jake groans, clearly not ready to leave yet. "Oh...right" He sits up too, fixing his slightly disheveled clothes. "Guess I should head back and find Riki before he thinks I've disappeared."

Heeseung watches as Jake stands up, feeling a pang of reluctance at the idea of him leaving. Something about this moment feels unfinished, like there's more to explore between them, beyond the physical attraction.

Just as Jake is about to grab his phone, Heeseung stands up as well, stepping closer to him. "Hey, before you go..." Heeseung hesitates for a second before continuing, "How about we meet up again sometime? You know, outside of all this?"

Jake's eyes brighten at the suggestion, a grin spreading across his face. "Are you asking me out?"

Heeseung chuckles, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I guess I am."

Jake doesn't hesitate. "I'd love that."

They exchange numbers, a small thrill running through Heeseung at the prospect of seeing Jake again. It's not something he expected when the night started, but now, he's glad things turned out the way they did.

Before they leave, Jake leans in one last time, his lips brushing against Heeseung's in a soft, lingering kiss. "I'll text you," he murmurs with a grin before finally stepping out of the apartment.

Heeseung watches him go, feeling a strange mix of excitement and contentment. As he heads back to work, his mind is already racing with thoughts of what might happen next between him and Jake.