hostage || jaeyong

three,

"I want to see you naked."

"What?! No way!" Taeyong protested.

"There are worse things than getting naked in a car with only one person as an audience."

"Why do you want to see me naked? Are you a homo?"

The man's beautiful eyes turned into slits.

Talking about wrong things to say.

"Watch your mouth. What I am is none of your business. I interrupted my evening to save your sorry ass from the clutches of your enemies, while you were wandering in my territory. The least you could offer is to do as asked."

Jaehyun's voice sounded hard and cold as ice.

"Alright, fine."

Taeyong pulled at the sleeves of his leather jacket.

He was blushing like crazy.

He was about to get naked for a guy...
Oh, God...

He took off his t-shirt next, allowing the man to see his upper body.

He waited, unsure if he should... continue.

"What part of naked you do not understand?" Jaehyun inquired, no trace of emotion in his voice.

Cursing under his breath, Taeyong pushed down his jeans and his underwear along with his socks and shoes.

He stood like that, his legs parted, waiting.

"Nice."

The man smiled, and Taeyong felt the familiar stir in his loins.

The kind he got when watching skin magazines showing naked guys.

"Obviously, it is standing up to attention," Jaehyun's voice grew a bit thick.

Overly conscious of his state of undress, Taeyong placed his hands over his manhood, to hide it from prying eyes.

Jaehyun took a long drag from his cigarette, blowing smoke through his mouth, and Taeyong thought stupidly how he wanted to be something the man would like to take in his mouth—

He shook his head at the thought, making the man's smile widen.

The window was lowered a couple of inches, and the man kicked off the half-smoked cigarette.

Then he turned his attention to Taeyong.

Jaehyun was taking his time watching Taeyong's naked form, and Taeyong could swear he could feel the man's eyes following every edge, every nook and cranny visible.

It felt invasive, like he was touched from head to toes, as if the man wanted to get inside him from all sides, and spill Taeyong's secrets through all his pores.

"W—what?" he asked, and for some reason, his voice sounded hoarse.

Jaehyun said nothing and just continued to stare.

Even more, he bent slightly, as if he was curious about something.

The last thing Taeyong wanted was to look into those deep dark eyes from up close.

He noticed how the man's eyes were fringed by long eyelashes. He took in the aristocratic nose, the cheekbones, and those frigging kissable lips.

Unconsciously, he drew a deep breath.

"Do you like what you see?" Jaehyun asked, amusement sparkling in his eyes and dancing on his lips.

"I should be the one asking that," Taeyong said, feeling a bit affronted for being caught staring.

A strong, determined hand batted his hands off his organ, and his cock was suddenly grabbed in a strong grip.

Jaehyun continued to look at him while starting to rub his member up and down.

"Are you always this hard when a man touches you?"

Jaehyun's voice was deep and husky.

Fuck, he was hard.

He hadn't even registered he was getting a boner while being watched like that by that eyes.

He hissed and closed his eyes.

He was sure he was sweating so badly, that the seat beneath him was going to get soaked through.

Jaehyun didn't seem to joke about it; his hand continued the steady pumping, and Taeyong wanted nothing but for the man to stop. Or increase his rhythm; he no longer knew what he wanted.

"Hey," Jaehyun cooed gently. "Open your eyes."

Like a petulant child, Taeyong shook his head and squeezed his eyes closed even more.

"If you don't, I won't finish," the gorgeous man issued the casual blackmail with a small chuckle.

Surprised, Taeyong opened his eyes and blinked in confusion.

"Don't, please," he begged, although he no longer had the slightest idea what he was asking for.

It was for the first time in his life that another man was touching his cock, and it felt too amazing to think straight anymore.

A hand smelling of expensive cologne closed over his mouth, hushing him.

The other started to pump him harder, and he could no longer protest, even if he wanted to.

His hands grabbed helplessly at the seat fabric, as he tensed and came, his eyes locked with dark eyes staring at him with a mix of mockery and interest he could not make any sense of.

The hand over his mouth moved away, letting him express his pleasure by moaning loudly.

He closed his eyes again, his lips parted, breathing heavily. Deft fingers were pushed through his lips.

"Lick," came the short command, and he did as told, too spent to fight such a simple order.

He tasted himself on the man's hand, along with a scent he was certain he was forever to associate with having another orgasm facilitated by another guy.

The fingers moved against his tongue, erotically, and it felt like sex.

Too bad he could not get it up again so soon after the best climax in his short life.

"You can dress up," the man eventually withdrew, and Taeyong quickly grabbed his clothes.

Shame and humiliation washed over him, as he was back to reality.

He was quickly done while keeping his eyes cast down.

He heard the man knocking softly against the screen separating them from the chauffeur, and he could tell the car was slowing down.

That was his cue.

"See you around, Taeyong," Jaehyun spoke to him, as he hurriedly opened the door to get out.

He said nothing as he almost ran away.

He had no idea what that meant.

But he could feel fear, coiling deep in his gut.

Someone, living in the same city as he and his brother, now knew his secret.

The last thing he wanted was to meet the man again.