Monster

37

".....I'm sorry what was that?" Jaebum leans his head in closer to Youngjae, sure he misheard him.

"Can-can I–can I sleep in your room?" Youngjae looks at the floor, red splotches sprouting from his knees to the tips of ears.

"Whose room? My room??" It just isn't registering. Room, sleep, those are fine, but who and what room is just not connecting.

"Yeah, if–If it's okay"

"Yeah, yeah, of course if you really want to" Jaebum sits up, closing his novel.

"I want to" Youngjae affirms, holding his pillow and a toothbrush close to his chest, already in his pajamas.

"I have pillows in my room" Jaebum chuckles, taking the pillow from Youngjae and setting it on the couch. In a rare moment of quiet, Jaebum decided to read a book in the living room, where Youngjae found him.

Jaebum takes his hand, leading him towards the office. Youngjae squints in confusion when they're at the door. All this space, all this money and he sleeps on the couch of his office?

But they keep going, past the desk and over to the window. The curtains are open, the view of the forest Youngjae saw when he was first brought here laid out before him. The stars out here are no joke, like splattered paint.

Jaebum pulls him behind the curtain, where a dark door is. He squeezes Jaebum's hand and Jaebum looks back, giving him a smile.

"For emergencies" Jaebum shrugs.

Youngjae doesn't really get it, but he nods, letting Jaebum take him into the room. It only has stairs, illuminated by tiny lights like in a movie theater. It's creepy as hell, but a Jaebum takes him up anyway, telling Youngjae to watch his step.

Jaebum's room is huge, shrouded in soft light from blue tinted wall scones. The door opens up into a large sitting area and another fireplace. There are pictures up on the mantle, of the 6 of them from the last few years. Jaebum takes him past it into another room where his bed is. its the biggest bed Youngjae has ever seen, even bigger than BamBam's king sized one back home.

Jaebum drops hi hand and goes over to a walk in closet to change into his pajamas. When hes changed he lays down in bed, opening up the blankets so that Youngjae can lay down too. He's stiff as a board, so nervous about making a fool of himself as he gently presses against Jaebum's chest, trying not to make it too obvious that he wasn't just here to sleep.  

The room is cool in the late autumn, Jaebum is grateful or that. HE can barely contain himself, running his hand up Youngjae's side as he moves to press a kiss against his jaw. He smells like fresh laundry and the kind of soap Jinyoung likes to buy. He's covered in goosebumps and  Jaebum smooths his hands over them, hoping to relax him. 

He waits awhile to let Youngjae relax, slowly moving his hand under his pajama shirt and kissing his neck lazily. Until Youngjae brings his own hand up and cups Jaebum's cheek, moving him so he can kiss him properly. That sets Jaebum off, and he undoes all the buttons on Youngjae's shirt, pulling it back off his shoulders before pulling his pants off.

When Jaebum has all of Youngjae's clothes off, he slips out of his boxers too, bringing Youngjae closer so that their erections slide against each other. The moan Youngjae lets out is harmonic, but muffled by Youngjae pushing his face against Jaebum's neck.