Taeyong does not show up at school the next morning. It worries Jaehyun a bit. Did he change his mind? Did he regret last night? Usually, Jaehyun wouldn’t give two shits about how his ‘customers’ feel. But then again, technically, Taeyong isn’t a customer. On top of that, he is a friend too. There is a constant nagging worry in the back of his mind throughout the lessons. Once school finishes, he denies all invitations to ‘hang out’ from other people and rushes out of the building to Taeyong’s house. Once he is out, he realises that he doesn’t know Taeyong’s address and calls Ten to ask for it.
Knock Knock.
He is met with silence. After he knocks a couple more times, he starts hearing a distant thud from inside, probably someone walking down the stairs. He wonders what he would say if it is Taeyong’s parents who open the door. The creaking sound from the floorboards gets closer and he can hear the doorknob screech as it is opened.
“Jaehyun!” Taeyong looks surprised. He tries tame his bed hair down.
Jaehyun stops him and ruffles it back into a dishevelled fashion.
“What are you doing?” Taeyong laughs.
“You look better with messy hair.”
“You too” Taeyong mumbles.
“What?”
“What?”
Taeyong invites him in and they go up to his room. Jaehyun fidgets nervously, playing with his fingers restlessly. Taeyong has never seen him this way before.
“Why weren’t you at school today?” Jaehyun asks. He is almost anxious about the answer. He doesn’t want to hear that Taeyong changed his mind about being gay.
“I went to see a doctor” Taeyong replies.
“And?” Jaehyun wonders why he went there. He looked fine just yesterday. Could it be that he has some terminal chronic disease and it is inappropriate to ask about it? “Sorry, you don’t have to tell me if it is too personal.”
“No, I was just a bit dizzy last night. Turns out I am allergic to nicotine.” Taeyong says.
Jaehyun lets out a sigh of relief but it is not too soon later that a pang of guilt hits him. “But you don’t smoke.”
“Yes, I don’t.”
“Oh, I’m so so sorry” Jaehyun groans.
“It’s not your fault. We didn’t know about it. Plus, it wasn’t that serious.”
“I can’t forgive myself for putting you in danger” Jaehyun buries his face into his hands.
“Hey” Taeyong says, lifting Jaehyun’s head up. “Don’t blame yourself. I said it’s not your fault, didn’t I?” He pulls him in for a kiss but Jaehyun covers his lips with his hands.
“I just smoked some before coming here” he says.
“I don’t care I want to kiss you.”
“Where’s your bathroom? I’ll go rinse my mouth” Jaehyun suggests.
“Sheeesh. Way to ruin the mood.” Taeyong reluctantly guides him to the bathroom. Jaehyun takes about 5 minutes rinsing his mouth with mouthwash just to get rid of as much nicotine as possible. As soon as he finishes, a shirtless Taeyong kisses him deep. They somehow make it to the bed while kissing.
“What about your parent?” Jaehyun asks.
“They’ll be back in about ten minutes” Taeyong says.
“Isn’t that a bit too risky?”
“Well, let’s make the most of it.” He kisses Jaehyun while unbuttoning his shirt. Jaehyun puts one hand on Taeyong’s chest and the other down his pants and caresses him.
Hah. Taeyong pants as Jaehyun moves his hands up and down. He kisses Taeyong nipples and softly bites it, earning a loud erotic moan from the other. He sucks it some more, knowing Taeyong is sensitive there. Taeyong pins him down and sits on top of him, grinding his hips slowly, arousing all of Jaehyun’s senses.
“Faster” Jaehyun pants, arching his back. He holds Taeyong’s waist and thrusts back and forth. The intensity of his thrusts increases as they approach their climax.
“I think I came” Taeyong mutters with a hint of embarrassment in his voice. He takes his trousers of and then Jaehyun’s too.
“Should we go all the way?” Jaehyun smirks. His hand slithers down the other's body and pumps his cock. Taeyong covers his mouth, looking away in embarassment.
There is a roar of engine outside. He low rumble of the car stops in a minute.
“Jaehyun, I think my dad is back now. We should stop” Taeyong whispers. The pumping gets even faster, forcing him to restrain himself from screaming. “I can’t hold my voice back any longer” he winces.
There is a click from the lock down below just when he is about to cry out from his second climax. When the door opens downstairs, Jaehyun kisses Taeyong, muffling his voice. The adrenaline rush left his body weak; a single tear streams down from the corner of his eyes. He doesn’t know if it is because he was scared to death or the thrill. He doesn’t know what to make of the surge of emotions in him because his relationship with Jaehyun has always been purely physical. Something as filthy as this can possibly be love. Doyoung is probably a lot closer to a love interest to Jaehyun than he is. Taeyong doesn’t know what Jaehyun likes or dislikes. He doesn’t know his pet peeves and the little things that make him happy. I want to know him. Not just his body but him as a person.
“Jaehyun, are you free tomorrow?” he asks.
“I sure am.”
