"He's late," grumbled an irritable Jongin as he started tearing his napkin in little shreds.
"He'll be here," a more amused than annoyed Kyungsoo replied as he simply watched the younger man beside him. For once he wasn't the reason for Jongin's impatience.
Before the younger of the two was able to complain any further, Kris slid into the chair across from Jongin as he flicked the light hair out of his eyes and crossed his legs. He glanced up at the two men seated with him as a greeting before fishing his phone out of his pocket. Kyungsoo merely watched with mild interest as his long fingers stroked the outside of his phone before sliding it open.
The only proper word to describe Kris was 'sexual'. He was one of those rare people that seemed to radiate an aura of sex appeal no matter what he did. It didn't help that the man was fully aware of his effect on people. And he loved to take advantage of it. Upon initially meeting Kris, Kyungsoo had dumped him into the bisexual category like most people did. But after really getting to know him, Kyungsoo knew better. Categories were nonexistent for Kris. If he thought someone was hot, it didn't matter what was or wasn't between their legs. It was an admirable quality.
Jongin, however, was still frowning at the tall man sitting across from him as he tore at his poor napkin. It was unusual for Jongin to not greet him loudly and after a few more moments, Kris finally seemed to notice. He looked up at the younger man with one eyebrow raised in question.
"I'm only a little late."
"A text would have been nice."
Kris just eyed him for a moment. "Next time, I'll text."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"What were you doing that was so important anyway?" Jongin asked with interest. Kyungsoo looked up at Kris for an answer as well. Kris was always punctual and had little patience for people that weren't.
"Meredith? Martha? M something. She was . . . clingy."
Jongin visibly shuddered in his seat as he made a disgusted noise. Kris merely smiled at his reaction.
"There's something very satisfying about burying your face in a plump pair of tits."
"I prefer burying myself in a plump pair of ass cheeks, personally. But hey, I don't judge," Jongin said with a smile that made Kyungsoo chuckle.
"Blow me," Kris said with a short laugh.
Jongin leaned forward expectantly. "Only if I get to fuck you after."
Kris leaned forward with his elbows now resting on the table. "You can try."
A triumphant smile spread across Jongin's face before the waitress came up to take their orders. Kyungsoo honestly wanted to know how this was going to play out. They'd been dancing around screwing each other for longer than he'd known them. It would no doubt be entertaining if Jongin ever actually rose to the challenge. He honestly thought the younger man was intimidated by Kris. But there was something telling about the smile that was currently plastered on his face that made Kyungsoo think he might actually get the night off.
---Two Months, 6 Days After Initial Contact---
Kyungsoo really didn't want to be out right now. And he especially didn't want to be dragged into a gay bar in the middle of the day with a forceful Jongin. He wanted to be inside his own home in his own familiar surroundings. It was bad enough that Jongin had invaded his personal space, but now he was taking him out of it. This had bad idea written all over it.
