Within two months, a lot of things had changed. Jinyoung was now working as an interpreter in a private company where interpreters were hired from and his days were Tuesday and Wednesday every week. And then there was Mark who was now a part-timer at a neighbourhood store, spending his mornings from eight to twelve there on weekdays.
Given that there were certain hours they both could not spare the children, the responsibility for babysitting them while Jinyoung and Mark were not home, had been handed over to Sangchul, who was still getting used to his new duty. All in all, things were going well.
On the days he had work, Jinyoung usually got back home a little after six. It was always dark outside by the time he was back home. He would find his uncle at the kitchen, getting the dinner ready and Mark in their shared room, showered, fresh and clean. Today was no exception.
Mark welcomed him with an embrace just as Jinyoung got into the room. Never giving him time to put away his things first. It might be cheesy to say that this routine always washed all his exhaustion of the day away, but it was the truth. This was his favourite part of getting back home.
"You smell," Mark drawled, looking, fondly, at Jinyoung, who made a face at his words.
"Then don't touch me."
"But even the sweaty Jinyoung is my favourite." Mark tilted Jinyoung's chin and kissed him at his leisure. Jinyoung might have been occupied with work with not much thought of anything else but for Mark, who had been more or less free the whole afternoon except watching the kids, he had missed Jinyoung. Had longed to see him again. He ran his hands along the sides of Jinyoung while he could feel Jinyoung's tongue slipping into his anticipating, impatient mouth. They were always easily carried away.
"You always smell good," Mark said once they parted. "Hurry up. Samchon must be waiting for us."
Before Jinyoung could respond, Sangchul ws already shouting, "Dinner's ready!" from the living-room. Mark helped Jinyoung take off his clothess and rushed him into the bathroom. "Jinyoung, are you finished?" Sangchul's voice boomed out again.
"He's taking a shower, samchon!" Mark shouted back.
When Jinyoung came out again, Mark was no more in the room. Jinyoung hurried himself and went out into the living-room, where the other two were waiting for him.
"Don't shower too long," Sangchul reproached him, just as Jinyoung sat down.
It was often what Sangchul said, because his assumption was Jinyoung went straight into the bathroom once he got back here. Well, all Jinyoung could do was nod.
"Here, cucumber salad," Mark got a spoonful of the salad and put it on Jinyoung's plate. He reached for the crab stew and took a whole crab. "This?"
"Yes."
Mark transferred it to Jinyoung's plate. He looked attentively at Jinyoung, who was tasting it. "Good?" Someone might have thought Mark had cooked all of these and was proud of them being appreciated. But none of these was his product. He was just thinking Jinyoung must have been hungry and wanted to make sure Jinyoung was eating good.
"I'm so glad to see two like this," Sangchul said. "You remind me of my youthful days. Well, I was wilder with my friends. Has the generation changed? But it's good to see friends taking care of each other like this," he reminisced and nodded his head in satisfaction.
While he had been saying that all calmly, Jinyoung and Mark had almost choked on their food at the word 'friends'. Goodness, the feeling was close to guilty pleasure. They made no comment out loud.
Back in their room that night, they lay down in each other's arms and talked about their long day. But soon they were distracted and got rid of the clothes to be in touch, flesh to flesh. They got more restless and Mark climbed onto Jinyoung, moving his lips down the naked body.
Aroused, Mark abruptly held Jinyoung's hard-on, eliciting a throaty groan from Jinyoung. He moved his hand teasingly slow, saying, "I'm taking good care of my friend. Aren't I?"
"No. You're just torturing me," Jinyoung said, with a shuddered breath, "Go faster."
Mark let go of him completely and before Jinyoung could complain, he was already using his mouth. Jinyoung's hands were in Mark's hair and no matter how he tried not to forget Sangchul was in the next room, he could not put brake on his continuous moans.
They did not stop there, however. Mark prepared him, teased him and entered him. Mark's hushed, ragged breaths were arousing him more and more. Jinyoung felt so good he would not mind if he went insane.
Later, they were in each other's arms again, quiet and worn out. Just as they had caught their breath, Mark felt Jinyoung's lips with his own before passionately devouring them. They felt connected. They were in love with each other. More than ever. But that was also what they always felt after making love.
"I love you," Mark said, huskily.
Jinyoung stared at the glory of Mark's face. How nice it was to be Mark's or to have Mark's as his. "I love you too."
Who would have thought that one day he was going to be with someone who had tried to run off with his wallet. Or that instead of putting him behind bars, Jinyoung was going to have him imprisoned as his.
The END
Hello, dear readers. Another story has come to an end. Although this was just a short one, I hope you've enjoyed it. Thank you for being here, and as usual, I'll come back in April.
