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Johnny doesn’t usually do deliveries on the really nice side of town. Not on Friday nights, anyways. Fridays are typically reserved for dorm rooms and the frat parties Johnny never gets to go to because he actually has to work to put himself through school.

But he isn’t bitter about it or anything.

The drive gives him something to do. The semester isn’t starting until Tuesday, and most of campus hasn’t moved back in yet, so it’s been a slow night.

The delivery address is one of those fancy apartment complexes where you need a keycard to even get into the parking lot, which means Johnny has to park almost at the end of the block. Whatever. At least this Taeyong guy is a good tipper.

He has to sign in with the doorman before they let him on the elevator. When he finally makes it to the fourth floor, he checks the apartment number one more time and rings the doorbell.

Johnny has never been more grateful that his job doesn’t force him to wear a stupid uniform.

Lee Taeyong is probably the most beautiful person Johnny’s ever seen in his life, with his huge, brown eyes and the kind of smile that could make your whole week. He’s kind of disheveled, but, honestly, it’s working for him. His blonde hair’s sticking up in odd places, and his jeans are covered in a fine layer of plaster dust. Johnny tries not to pay too much attention to the way his thin t-shirt clings to his stomach with sweat.

“Oh, wow, that was so fast!” Taeyong’s voice is deeper than Johnny thought it would be. “I just moved in, and I haven’t had a chance to eat all day. I don't even know where the grocery store is, so I thought, pizza, right?” His eyes go even wider. “And, oh my god, there is no way you could possibly care about any of this.”

Taeyong’s actually blushing. Adorable.

Johnny resolutely refuses to laugh, ‘cause he doesn’t want Taeyong to think he’s laughing at him. “It’s all good,” he says as he hands Taeyong the pizza box. “Welcome to the neighborhood, Taeyong.”

“Oh.” Taeyong sounds a little surprised. He looks down at the box and then back up at Johnny with a shy smile. “Thank you.”

And yeah, maybe Johnny thinks about that smile longer than he should have.





Johnny hadn’t expected another order from Taeyong; he doesn’t seem like the type to be a repeat customer. But it’s not like he’s complaining when he sees Taeyong’s name on an invoice the following week. Nothing like a cute guy to brighten up his Friday night shift.

He figures Taeyong must be a transfer. It’s not that uncommon for rich kids to live off-campus. Johnny’s hoping he’s not a freshman, ‘cause he has a pretty strict policy about that.

Okay, so it might not be the best practice to flirt with customers, but he’s not planning on being creepy about it; he’s just going to test the waters. He’s gotta be obvious enough that Taeyong knows he’s interested, but casual enough that Taeyong can easily brush it off if he’s not into it. If it goes really badly, he can probably convince Yuta to take his deliveries on the off-chance Taeyong ever orders again. They do make pretty good pizza, after all.

Johnny checks his hair in his car’s rear view mirror before he heads into the building. He doesn’t look too bad for such short notice. Not that he was all that worried: he tries not to be obnoxiously cocky about it, but he knows he’s hot.

Taeyong opens the door wearing a giant sweatshirt and fleece pajama pants. His hair is damp, like he just got out of the shower. Taeyong’s not a short guy, but the sweatshirt makes him look tiny. The sleeves are so long that only his fingertips are poking out. Again, adorable.

“Oh, it’s you again,” Taeyong says, and he sounds genuinely delighted. If Johnny hadn’t already decided to go for it, he certainly would have now.

“Still haven’t found the grocery store?” Johnny asks, pulling out the pizza box and his most charming smile.

“It took a few days of arduous Google searches, but I eventually managed it.” Taeyong’s smirking tentatively, and he’s biting his lip like he’s trying to hide it, like he thinks he might be embarrassing himself.

Taeyong’s clearly a little awkward, but in a really sweet way. Johnny can work with that. Maybe Taeyong’s not sure if Johnny’s actually flirting with him or just making conversation. Johnny has a hard time believing a guy as pretty as Taeyong doesn’t get hit on left, right, and center, but maybe he’s used to it being more direct. So he decides to go for broke.

“Where’ve you been hiding yourself? I haven’t seen you around campus yet, and trust me, I would have remembered.”

Taeyong’s laugh is abrupt and almost astonished, and his free hand flies up to his mouth to cover it with the cuff of his sleeve. Johnny can’t blame him, because that definitely wasn’t his best line, but, hey, at least Taeyong seems amused rather than offended. He hasn’t slammed the door in Johnny’s face yet, so, small victories.

“Sorry, I just-” Taeyong starts. “No, I mean, it’s really flattering.”

Even if he is letting Johnny down easy, he seems to actually mean that. Johnny’s not too bothered; he’s been rejected before. Besides, it was worth it just to hear him laugh.

Johnny’s about to tell Taeyong it’s cool and smooth it over to save Taeyong the discomfort of having to do it himself when Taeyong says, “I just can’t believe you think I look that young. I graduated from college, like, eight years ago.”

Damn, Whatever skincare routine Taeyong’s using must be insanely expensive because Johnny can’t clock a single wrinkle. Some people are just born lucky.

It’s not escaping his notice that Taeyong didn’t actually turn him down.

“So what does bring you to town, then?”

Taeyong hesitates, and Johnny wants to kick himself. The thing is, Johnny has game. Johnny has plenty of game. But apparently, there’s something about Taeyong that makes him act like he’s never flirted with another human being in his life.

“Maybe that’s a secret,” Taeyong says, and, miraculously, it sounds like he’s teasing him. He’s leaning with his hip against the door to hold it open. It doesn’t seem like he’s trying to make a polite exit.

“So it’s one of those ‘if I tell you, I have to kill you’ James Bond things?”

“It could be. I could be very mysterious, and, um, suave.”

Johnny pointedly drags his gaze down Taeyong’s body to focus on the sledding polar bears on his pajama pants. “Oh, yeah, of course. Don’t worry; I won’t blow your cover.” And then he throws out an over-exaggerated wink, because why not?

Plus, Taeyong’s really, really cute when he blushes.





“You know, it’s kind of unfair,” Taeyong says.

“Huh?” Johnny replies eloquently. To be honest, he’s pretty distracted at the moment. The top two buttons of Taeyong’s crisp white dress shirt are undone and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. He’s got some of the veiniest forearms Johnny’s ever seen and that’s always been a thing for him. Between that and the perfectly tailored suit pants, Johnny could almost believe he was some kind of secret agent.

“It seems like you know an awful lot about me, and I don’t know anything about you.”

“Not too much to tell. We can’t all be international men of mystery.”

“Oh my god. I don’t even know why I said that.” He laughs a little self-deprecatingly. “Saying I’m a lawyer makes me sound old and boring.”

There’s an implied and I didn’t want you to think that about me in there, which is a ridiculous worry on Taeyong’s part.

“It’s not as exciting as they make it look on Law and Order?”

“It’s a lot less yelling ‘objection’ and a lot more three-hundred-page briefs.”

Okay, yeah, that did sound kind of boring.

“So, if I were on the stand, what would you ask me?” Johnny asks.

“Oh, I’m not actually that kind of lawyer, but, um could you state your name for the record?”

“I’m Johnny.”

“Johnny,” Taeyong repeats. He takes a moment to give Johnny a deliberate once-over. “It suits you.”

Johnny smirks. “Yeah, but you were gonna say that no matter what I said.”

Taeyong opens his mouth, but quickly snaps it shut. “You didn’t have to point it out,” he mumbles. It almost looks like he’s pouting, and Johnny would really like to kiss it away, which probably isn’t the most appropriate thing to be thinking about. “It doesn’t mean it isn’t a nice name.”

“Sure. It’s pretty good, but I think Taeyong’s prettier.”





Johnny’s not sulking. He’s not. Because that would be ridiculous. There’s only fifteen minutes left in his shift and he still hasn’t gotten an order from Taeyong. Which is fine. Really. He’s not disappointed. It just means his shift’s been a little less interesting than he would have liked it.

(Maybe that pretty comment was too far over the line?)

Or, you know, Taeyong has an actual life and doesn’t spend all of his time analyzing what his pizza delivery guy says.

The weather isn’t helping his mood any. It’s been pouring all day, and even with his raincoat, he’s still soaked. He hasn’t bothered turning the stereo on; he just listens to the swish of his windshield wipers and the pounding rain and lets himself indulge in a little pathetic fallacy.





It’s Saturday, and Johnny grabs the order printout so fast he smears the ink.

When Taeyong opens the door, Johnny says, “Didn’t think I’d see you this weekend,” rather than, ‘Missed you last night,’ because that would be way too much and uncomfortably true.

“It was so awful yesterday. There was a flash flood warning! I didn’t want you to have to go out in that. You could have hydroplaned or something.”

He sounds so concerned that Johnny doesn’t have the heart to tell him that the nights with the worst weather tend to be the busiest. People rarely tip better for it, too.

“It’s supposed to be nice next Friday, though,” Taeyong says.

“Is it now?” Johnny asks. He can’t resist the opportunity to tease him. “Maybe I’ll take the day off then.”

Taeyong’s smile falters for just a second. “Oh, yeah, of course. You-”

“Then again, if I did that, you’d get stuck with Yuta, and he’s not nearly the sparkling conversationalist I am. I couldn’t do that to my most loyal customer.”

Taeyong catches on quick, and he doesn’t seem annoyed that Johnny was messing with him. “Well, then I’m happy to be in the hands of such a dedicated professional.”

Johnny doesn’t say, ‘You’d be happy alright,’ but he does say “Very, very dedicated,” which might not be all that much better.





“You going to the Delta Kappa party on Friday?” Yuta asks as he drops another pile of unfolded boxes on the counter next to Johnny.

“Nah, dude, I gotta work.”

“Bro. You’re always working. Have you even gone out once this whole semester?” Yuta leans back on the counter and lowers his voice, which is ridiculous because they’re the only ones here. “Look. If it’s about the money, Mark told me he’s calling out next Tuesday - he’s got that orgo midterm. You could pick up his shift.”

Johnny’s probably gonna pick up that shift regardless. “Yeah, I don’t know. Probably not. Delta Kappa parties are lame anyways.” They only serve watered-down bottom-shelf garbage, and now that he can buy his own alcohol, it’s lost any appeal it had, free or not.

“You know, Seulgi’s friend is going. Sooyoung? Tall, super hot? Seulgi says she’s been asking about you. Just saying, probably be a sure thing.”

“Don’t be a dick, dude.”

Yuta holds his hand up. “Nothing wrong with it. I like a girl who knows what she wants.” Yuta’s smirk is probably aiming for devilish, but he mostly just looks like a perv.

Johnny rolls his eyes. But Yuta might have a point even if he’s being a gross fuckboy about it. Johnny’s only hung out with Sooyoung a couple of times - and never one-on-one - but she seemed pretty cool. Confident, fun, and yeah, smoking hot. And he’d thought he’d been picking up some vibes that she might be into him. She’s definitely the type of girl he’d go for…

It’s at this moment that Johnny realizes that he’s lost any and all control of his life. Because the thing that’s holding him back isn’t money or shitty booze. It’s the fact that he’d rather have a two-minute conversation with Taeyong than the possibility of hooking up with a great girl like Sooyoung.





Needless to say, he doesn’t go to the party.





Taeyong’s order is bigger than usual tonight, and Johnny’s debating whether that would make good opening banter or not. He still hasn’t made up his mind when Taeyong answers the door, and it suddenly becomes a lot less important.

Taeyong always looks good, but damn does he look good right now. He’s wearing a soft-looking baby blue sweater and tight dark-wash jeans. Johnny’s used to seeing Taeyong’s hair either neatly styled for work or fresh out of the shower, but tonight it’s a bit tousled, enough to look like someone’s gotten their hands in it. And he’s got on just the right amount of makeup to make his eyes look even wider. It’s the sort of look designed to seem effortless, but Johnny has plenty of female friends, so he knows how much work that takes to pull off.

What’s really getting Johnny is the slippers. Taeyong looks like he just stepped off a billboard, but that one imperfection, crazy as it seems, makes it even better. It’s a reminder that Taeyong’s a living, breathing person, and Johnny likes that so much more than any idealized fantasy guy.

“Having a party and you didn’t even invite me?” Johnny asks. He makes sure to really ham it up ‘cause it’s gonna seem pretty presumptuous otherwise.

Taeyong’s not looking at him; he’s looking at his hands and spinning a ring on his left pointer finger with his thumb.

“No, um… my boyfriend’s coming over, and, uh, I can’t really cook, so…”

Johnny can feel his face heating up, and he’s glad Taeyong’s still avoiding eye contact even as Johnny hands over his food. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he tries to joke, but his heart’s not really in it. Even to him it sounds trite and hollow.

Taeyong must feel the same way ‘cause his laugh is the kind of polite chuckle everyone agrees to pretend isn’t fake. “I won’t.”

“Cool. Well, I’ll let you get back to it.”

For once, Johnny takes the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator.





Boyfriend.

Of course, Taeyong would have a boyfriend.

Johnny’s not mad about it. Maybe someone else might feel betrayed or led on or whatever, but Johnny’s never had a problem with extracurricular flirting. Flirting’s fun. Sure, it might mean they’re interested, but he and his gym buddy Jaehyun flirt all the time, and Jaehyun’s a solid zero in the Kinsey scale. Johnny’s a straight shooter when it comes to dating and hookups - no confusion and no hard feelings.

So, no, Johnny didn’t have any expectations, but maybe he can admit to himself that he had hopes.

Which were stupid anyways. Taeyong’s smart, and sweet, and absolutely gorgeous. Johnny bets his boyfriend is just as successful and amazing as he is. Taeyong sure as hell wouldn’t be dating a college senior who delivers pizzas to pay down his student loans.

Well, it was fun while it lasted.





Seulgi must have given Sooyoung Johnny’s number because he gets a text from her asking him out to coffee. He says yes even though it’s probably not fair to her. He hasn’t seen Taeyong in three weeks, and he needs to get over this weird crush before he turns into some obsessed creep.





The first thing Johnny learns about Sooyoung is that she’s an honest-to-god model.

“Just a few local campaigns - nothing major,” she says, and it doesn’t even sound like a humble-brag.

She’s a double history and sociology major with a minor in French, and she’s planning to go to law school when she graduates.

“I have a friend who’s a lawyer,” Johnny says and has to stop himself from full-body cringing.

First of all, it’s a totally asinine thing to say. Like, good for you, Johnny. Way to add to the conversation. And secondly, Taeyong isn’t even his friend; Johnny barely knows him.

Sooyoung was probably a saint in a past life because she just says, “Oh, cool. Maybe he’d have LSAT tips for me,” like Johnny’s actually said something worthwhile and then lets the topic drop completely.

They end up talking for almost two hours. Sooyoung gives up on flirting after the first twenty minutes.

The thing is, Sooyoung really is great. She’s driven, charming, and beautiful, but Johnny can’t bring himself to be the slightest bit interested. He feels like he owes her an explanation because he doesn’t want her to think she’s done anything wrong.

“Look, I know it’s the most cliche bullshit in the world, but it really is me. I thought I’d be over it, but I’m still kind of hung up on someone else. Sorry; I really didn’t mean to waste your time.”

“Don’t be sorry. I had fun.”

Johnny hopes that’s true, because they do get along pretty well, and it would be cool to hang out again.

“You know,” she says after she finishes buttoning her coat, “if they’re not into you, they probably don’t know you all that well.”

Boy, does she not know the half of it.





It’s beyond dead, even for a Thursday night. Johnny’s rolled enough silverware for the next two weeks, and he’s still got twenty-two minutes left in his shift.

Doyoung’s head pops out through the kitchen window before Johnny has a chance to die of boredom.

“Hey, so I know you’re almost out of here, and I can cancel it if you want, but I thought you might want to take it ‘cause the tip is huge. Like it’s actually insane. I think it’s gotta be a mistake, but that’s between him and Grubhub.”

“Yeah, sure,” Johnny says, and he probably sounds less enthusiastic than Doyoung’s expecting, but Johnny has a feeling he knows whose name is on the order.

He’s right.





Johnny’s not looking forward to the almost certainly awkward conversation he’s going to have to have with Taeyong. ‘Cause Doyoung was right: the tip is huge. It’s about as much as he usually makes on a good weekend. And yeah, it could be a mistake, but Johnny’s pretty sure it’s not. It makes him uncomfortable to think that it might be some kind of apology for Taeyong flirting with him while he had a boyfriend.

He doesn’t want to outright ask Taeyong if that’s the case, but doubts he can be subtle enough to talk around it and still get the point across. Better to just rip the band-aid off.

Johnny takes a deep breath and rings the doorbell.

Taeyong hastily wipes his face with his sweatshirt cuff as he opens the door, but it doesn’t do much to cover up the fact that he’s been crying. Hard, too, judging by how red his eyes are.

“Hey,” Taeyong says, so quietly Johnny can barely hear it.

“Hey, are you okay?” Johnny asks very, very stupidly.

“I’m fine.”

“Yeah, no you’re not.”

Taeyong shakes his head and sniffles, a few more tears running down his face. It just about breaks Johnny’s heart.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Maybe it’s weird to offer. Why would Taeyong want to talk to a rando pizza guy about his problems? But Johnny can’t just ignore it when Taeyong looks this miserable.

Taeyong bites his lip and looks down at his feet, blinking rapidly. Then he sighs. “You’re working.”

Taeyong sounds more like he’s trying to talk himself out of saying yes than like he’s trying to get rid of him, so Johnny’s okay with pushing a little. “My shift’s over actually, so it’s not an issue at all. And, really, I’m happy to stay. If, you know, you want me to, that is. I’m told I’m a pretty good listener.”

Johnny must seem sincere because Taeyong steps back to let him inside.

Taeyong’s apartment looks like the type of showroom that Johnny’s too poor to even walk into. Everything is black, white, and overly shiny chrome. The only indication that anyone even lives here is the nearly empty bottle of rosé and a seriously mangled cork on the marble island.

Johnny puts his warming bag on the counter and pulls out his phone to shoot a text to Doyoung asking him to clock out for him. Taeyong sinks down onto a bar stool and slumps over the island to grab the wine bottle. He pushes it toward Johnny without lifting his head from the cushion of his arm, brown eyes hazy as he tries to focus on Johnny’s face.

“Do you want some?” he asks. It’s kind of impressive that he’s not slurring too badly given how much he’s had to drink. Johnny can almost see the gears clunk into place as Taeyong remembers that he’s been drinking straight out of the bottle, and Taeyong yanks the bottle back so quickly that it nearly tips over. “Um,” he says, “I have more in the fridge.”

“Nah, I’m good.” Johnny hesitates. He doesn’t want to come off as patronizing or judgy. “Maybe you should switch to water.” He tries to say it as gently as he can.

Taeyong looks longingly at the wine before sliding it slowly away. “Yeah, okay.”

“Great.” Johnny walks around the island to the fridge. He’s looking for a water filter or something, but instead he opens it to find an entire shelf full of Voss water. It might be the most ridiculously bougie thing Johnny’s ever seen, but Taeyong doesn’t need Johnny to make fun of it when he’s already having a shit night. Well, at least glass is better for the environment than plastic. Johnny grabs one and then another ‘cause it seems like Taeyong’s gonna need all the hydration he can get.

Johnny puts one bottle down in front of Taeyong and unscrews the cap on the other before handing it to him.

“Thanks,” Taeyong mumbles, eyes glued to the bottle in his hands. He’s not quite drunk enough to not be embarrassed about needing to be taken care of.

Taeyong downs half of the water in one go. Johnny settles onto the stool next to him, waiting for Taeyong to be ready to talk.

Taeyong rocks the bottle against the counter a few times, the rhythmic sound of glass on marble like a countdown as he mentally prepares himself. Then he says, “He cheated on me. My boyfriend - or, ex now, I guess.”

Johnny relaxes a bit because he was kind of worried that Taeyong was about to tell him someone had died or that he’s just been diagnosed with a terminal illness, and Johnny’s not emotionally equipped to deal with something that heavy. Shitty, cheating boyfriends are much more in his wheelhouse.

“What a fucking asshole,” Johnny says.

“He wasn’t even trying to hide it. He was getting texts all night and then goes to the bathroom and leaves his phone unlocked right next to me. The whole time I was there he was sexting with some other guy. It’s like he wanted me to catch him. And, of course, I confronted him about it and he just sighs, and says, ‘Look,’ like he was gonna dump me. So, I told him to go fuck himself and never call me again.”

“Damn, good for you.” And Johnny means it because, despite being a lawyer, Taeyong doesn’t seem like he’s all that comfortable with confrontation.

Johnny had suspected that what Taeyong really needed was to vent, and Taeyong’s certainly on a roll now.

“I should have known. He’s always been distant, you know? That’s just him. But it’s been so much worse lately. Like, we were barely even having sex anymore. And when we did, it was just me blowing him. I was lucky if I could even get a crappy handjob. And I thought, well, he’s just going through some stuff, and it’ll get better eventually. God, I’m stupid.”

Taeyong would probably be mortified over taking this candidly about his sex life if he were sober. Johnny’s hung up on the fact that someone could possibly date Taeyong and not try to touch him every chance they got. It would be a fucking privilege to make him come. As if it’s not already bad enough that this guy made Taeyong cry. Johnny really wishes he could punch him in the face.

“I moved here for him. I had friends and a job I liked. And then one day, he’s telling me he’s taking an offer he never even told me about, and I’m following him halfway across the country. I mean, that’s what couples do, right? I wanted to move in together, but he talked me out of it, ‘cause he’s just ‘so messy’, and he knows how important it is for me to keep everything organized. Like he was doing it for me. Can you believe I fell for that shit?”

Taeyong laughs and it’s ugly and self-loathing. “But you wanna know what’s really sad? Like, truly fucking pathetic? I didn’t even want pizza tonight. I just - I’ve been here three months, and I didn’t have, and I didn’t have a single friend I could call. And I hoped you’d - well, I don’t know; it was stupid but… I just wanted someone to be nice to me for a couple of minutes.”

Taeyong’s been doing his damnedest not to cry, but his voice hitches on the last word and a couple of tears run down his face. He just lets them fall, like maybe he thinks that if he doesn’t bring attention to them by wiping them away, Johnny won’t notice.

This should all be really awkward, and well, okay, it is. But it should be crush-destroying, boner-annihilating levels of awkward, and it’s kind of the opposite. Not that Johnny’s enjoying Taeyong crying, ‘cause that part’s painful to watch, but it’s the final nudge that pushes Taeyong off of the untouchable pedestal Johnny’s been subconsciously keeping him on. Taeyong may be crushing the whole successful, responsible adult thing, but his personal life’s kind of a shitshow. Taeyong’s just a ridiculously hot guy having a breakdown in front of a casual acquaintance. It’s messy and relatable, and it snaps Johnny’s infatuation right in half. And now, Johnny wants to know what Taeyong looks like when his roots grow out, and if he’s cranky before he’s had caffeine in the morning.

So, yeah, it’s probably the weirdest possible takeaway, but Johnny thinks he likes Taeyong even more.

“Do you have your phone?” Johnny asks him.

Taeyong looks confused, but he fishes it out of his sweatshirt pocket all the same. He unlocks it and hands it to Johnny.

Johnny thinks maybe he shouldn’t be doing this, ‘cause it’s probably crossing all kinds of lines. But all Johnny can think about is Taeyong scrolling through his contacts wondering if any of them would pick up.

Johnny puts his number in and gives it back to Taeyong. “Now you don’t have to order a pizza if you want to talk to me.”

Taeyong looks at his phone like it’s some kind of otherworldly device he’s never seen before. And then Taeyong’s leaning over and kissing him.

It’s amazing for all of five seconds. Under literally any other circumstances, it would be perfect. Taeyong’s lips are soft and he makes the cutest little noise when Johnny kisses back. But Taeyong tastes like wine and his face is still damp with tears, and as much as Johnny would love to keep kissing him, this isn’t the way he wants it. He’d never take advantage of someone like that.

Johnny pulls away as gently as he can, but Taeyong’s eyes snap open, wide and horrified.

“Shit. I’m so sorry. Jesus Christ, I’m so goddamn fucking stupid.”

“No, no, no,” Johnny says quickly. He really doesn’t want him to start crying again. “Trust me. I definitely want to kiss you. I’d be crazy not to. But you’re upset and a little drunk, and I’m not gonna be that guy. Not ever.”

Taeyong’s quiet for a moment. “You’re a really good person, you know that?”

Johnny shrugs. “I’m kind of selfish, actually. See, when we hook up, I want it to be because I’ve worked you up so good, you just can’t stay away.”

Johnny hopes that’s not too direct, ‘cause he’s blowing right past innuendo and straight into blatantly sexual.

Taeyong quirks an eyebrow. “‘When’?”

Johnny just winks.

Taeyong finishes the first bottle of water and picks up the second one. “I don’t think it’s him I’m upset about,” he says as he unscrews the cap. “Well, getting cheated on really sucks, but like, I can’t even remember the last time I actually wanted to spend time with him. It’s more like I liked feeling like I had it all figured out. One of those boxes I could tick off that meant I had my shit together, or something. And now I just feel like I’m starting all over. At thirty.”

“Whoa, you’re ancient,” Johnny deadpans.

Taeyong rolls his eyes, a little smirk playing across his face.

“No, I’m serious, dude. One foot in the grave. I’m surprised you haven’t turned into dust right in front of me.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. Maybe I’m being a bit dramatic.”

“Only a bit,” Johnny says. “You could always move back if you wanted.” Not that Johnny wants that, but if there’s nothing keeping Taeyong here anymore…

“Nah, I think you’re stuck with me,” Taeyong says, and Johnny’s more than a little relieved. “Besides, this job pays way better.”

Johnny tries not to cringe at the sudden reminder of what he’d been intending to talk about in the first place. But Taeyong seems like he’s calmed down some, and it’s better to tackle it now than have it be even weirder later. “Yeah, so about money...”

“Oh, God.” Taeyong covers his eyes with his hand for a second as though he might be able to erase the memory. “I’m so sorry about that. It must have felt really insulting. I just wanted you to show up. I never meant to imply I could buy you off or something. In my defense, I was way, way drunker at the time…if that matters at all.”

“I’m a lot less offended after, well, all this, you know? But I don’t usually carry that much cash on me, so is it cool if I pay you back next time I see you? Or I could Venmo you?”

“Pay me back?” Taeyong asks like he hadn’t even considered that. “You really don’t have to do that. You had to put up with me being a total disaster. I mean, it’s less than what I pay my therapist, and, to be honest, you’re a better listener.” Taeyong winces like he thinks he’s overshared and Johnny’s gonna judge him for having a therapist, like that’s not a totally normal thing. “Sorry. I don’t know why I’m being so weird about this.”

Johnny figures it’s because it’s one more humiliation in a night full of them. Not that Taeyong should be ashamed, but that doesn’t change the fact that he is. And the last thing he needs is Johnny to come back and hand him a wad of cash and bring all these feelings back up. “What if I Venmo you after I leave, and we both pretend it never happened?”

Based on the way Taeyong visibly sags in relief, Johnny thinks he made the right call. “Yeah,” Taeyong says, “that would be, uh, that’d be really great. It’s just my name, but there’s a picture, so, yeah.” He sighs. “I’m really so-”

“Nope,” Johnny interrupts him. “No more sorrys.”

Taeyong smiles. “How about a thank you, then?”

“Yeah, I think I can handle that. And you’re welcome.”

Taeyong’s looking at Johnny like - well, Johnny can’t even describe it because no one’s ever looked at him like that before. Fond and grateful. Like just being near him makes all the bad shit better. It’s a lot, but it’s not like Johnny isn’t in the same boat.

“I should let you get going,” Taeyong says after a minute.

Johnny’s a bit reluctant to leave him alone, but Taeyong doesn’t seem like he’s up for much more than going to bed. “You gonna be okay on your own?” he asks anyways.

“Yeah, Yeah, I just need to take a couple of Advil and pass out. The water helped a lot.”

“Good. Don’t be a stranger, yeah?”

“I don’t think that’s even possible now.”

Johnny wants that to be true more than anything.





Johnny wasn’t planning to text Taeyong first. He did sort of push his number on him, and he doesn’t want to make him feel pressured if he doesn’t want to take things any further. Besides, the only reason he has Taeyong’s number is ‘cause it’s on his order forms, and it would be supremely creepy to use it.

The nice thing is, he doesn’t have to waste more than an hour angsting over it because Taeyong texts him at ten the next morning.

Johnny’s beaming like a complete idiot in the middle of his Bio lecture, but it’s a nine a.m., so it’s not like anyone around him has the energy to give a shit.

Johnny watches as the three little dots pop up for a few seconds and then disappear. He tries to take some notes and pretend his eyes aren’t glued to his phone, waiting to see if they’ll come back.

They do about a minute later, and then:

Johnny is absolutely going to play this cool and not Judd Nelson fist pump in front of two hundred people.

When Johnny pulls up to the bar Taeyong suggested, he checks to make sure he has the address right. He would have expected Taeyong to pick somewhere classy, like a wine bar, not a place that has a neon Bud Lite sign in the window.

The inside isn’t some revelation. It’s an average, divey sports bar. The counter’s all scratched-up, and there’s duct tape covering holes in the vinyl booths. There are a few TVs playing different games, but there’s nothing major on tonight, so the crowd’s pretty thin.

He’s ten minutes early, so he orders a beer and waits for Taeyong at the bar.

“Hey, I’m so sorry I’m late,” Taeyong says when he arrives.

Johnny wants to tell him that it’s barely two minutes past eight, but he’s a little distracted by how insanely hot Taeyong looks right now. Specifically the fact that he’s weaning a charcoal gray v-neck cardigan and, given how much of his chest is on display, nothing underneath. Johnny doesn’t like to presume, but it’s not the sort of thing you wear when you just want to be friends. Obviously, Taeyong doesn’t need to show himself off to entice him, but Johnny certainly won’t complain. Nope. Not even a little.

“Hey, Taeyong. Rosé?” the bartender asks, interrupting Johnny’s intense appreciation. It’s probably for the best, because it probably wouldn’t be much of a date if Johnny spends the entire time staring at him.

“Um, yeah. Thank you,” Taeyong says.

“Huh,” Johnny says as the bartender turns to pour Taeyong’s wine. “I just wouldn’t have pegged you as a regular.”

“I’m not. I’ve only been here like three times.”

“Ah. Pretty privilege, then.”

Taeyong rolls his eyes, but there’s a blush creeping up his cheeks. “I think it’s probably ‘cause I order rosé at a sports bar.”

Johnny takes his time looking Taeyong up and down, letting his eyes linger on the dip of his collarbone. Johnny really wants to know what noise Taeyong would make if he licked them.

“Nah, definitely pretty.”

Taeyong flushes even redder and busies himself with paying for his drink to try to hide it. “Shameless,” he mutters. His smile’s soft though, pleased and just a little shy, like maybe he thinks he’s not supposed to be this happy about a flirty compliment.

On the one hand, Johnny would love to shower him with praise all day every day until he realizes how gorgeous he is, but on the other, Taeyong’s so adorable when he’s flustered, and Johnny probably enjoys that a bit too much.

“Seriously, though,” Johnny says as they sit down in a booth near the back. “I’m surprised. I would have thought somewhere like this would be too, well, fratty for you.”

“I was in a frat in undergrad. In fact, I was chapter president.”

Johnny laughs before he can stop himself. “Sorry. Just trying to picture you doing a kegstand at a rager.”

“Well, we were a pre-law frat, so we didn’t exactly throw ragers, but mock trial could get pretty wild sometimes.”

“Oh my god, you’re actually such a nerd.”

“Wow. Rude.” Taeyong’s making a point of pouting, so Johnny knows he’s not actually upset.

“Hey, nothing wrong with that. Nerds are sexy.” Johnny should stop blatantly checking Taeyong out, at least for the sake of politeness. But seeing as Taeyong’s eyes keep sliding down to Johnny’s biceps, Johnny thinks he’s probably in the clear.

“The real story’s kind of boring,” Taeyong says. “My internet went out while I was trying to finish up stuff for a client meeting, and this was the first place I could find that would give me wifi and a burger at eleven-thirty on a Sunday night. I’ve come back a few times. It’s a pretty decent place to work when there isn’t a big game on.” Taeyong takes a sip of his wine. “So what about you? If you’re twenty-two, then you’d be a senior? What are you studying?”

“Computer Science.”

“And you call me a nerd.”

“Takes one to know one, right?”

“Well, at least now I know who to call the next time my internet goes out.”

Johnny smirks and drops his voice a bit lower. “You’d ask me to come over in the middle of the night?”

“You’d help me, wouldn’t you?” Taeyong asks, all big brown eyes and faux-innocence. “I’d ask really nicely.” He practically purrs it.

“Yeah, I bet you’re real good at that.”

Taeyong isn’t the kind of guy to go for a bar bathroom hookup. And honestly, neither is Johnny. But right now, with Taeyong looking at him like he wants to be devoured, Johnny would make an exception.

Taeyong breaks eye contact and clears his throat, taking a large gulp of his wine. “So, um, hobbies, you have those, right? I mean, obviously, you do, ‘cause yeah…”

Taeyong doesn’t seem uncomfortable, more like he’s a bit out of his depth and he doesn’t want to say something weird and put Johnny off. Not that he even could; at this point, it would have to be pretty damn weird to make Johnny reconsider. But Johnny’s happy to let Taeyong set the pace. He’s worth the wait.

Turns out Taeyong actually does like Law and Order.

“Only SVU, though,” he clarifies.

“All the legal inaccuracies don’t bother you?”

“Not really. I mean, they need to have some drama… and keep episodes under forty-five minutes.”

“Okay. Most important question,” Johnny says. “Best ADA?”

“Barba, hands down.”

“Barba?” Johnny’s almost offended.

“He’s a shark, but he’s gotta pay the price for it. He’s compelling, you know? Plus, that whole will-they-won’t-they thing with Olivia. I really wanted them to get together. But let me guess; you’re a Novak fan.”

“Cabot.” Johnny grins. “What can I say? I’ve got a thing for blondes.”

Johnny walks Taeyong to his car. It’s honestly been the best first date he’s ever had. He’s thinking about asking Taeyong out again right then and there, when Taeyong says out of nowhere:

“You’re not a rebound.”

Taeyong’s thirty and just out of a long-term relationship, and Johnny’s his twenty-two-year-old delivery boy. It’s pretty much the definition of a rebound. Johnny doesn’t mind, though. Rebound doesn’t have to be a dirty word.

Taeyong doesn’t wait for Johnny to reply. “It’s just that I really like you. And I don’t want you to think I’m using you, or taking advantage, or-”

“Hey, Taeyong,” Johnny interrupts before he can spiral further. “Can I kiss you?”

“Oh," Taeyong says, caught off-guard. “Yeah, um, yes, I’d like that.”

Johnny cups Taeyong’s cheek, rubbing his thumb over the small scar near his eye, and Taeyong leans forward to close the gap between them.

Taeyong’s not a quiet kisser. It’s nothing outrageous or over-the-top, just these small hums of appreciation, like he’s so happy being kissed that he can’t contain himself. Johnny finds it ridiculously charming.

Johnny keeps the kiss tame and shorter than he’s like because they are still in a public parking lot. Well, okay, there’s a little tongue. He’s only human.

When Johnny pulls away, Taeyong starts to follow, eyes still closed, before he realizes what’s happening and blinks them open.

Johnny chuckles softly and tucks some of Taeyong’s hair behind his ear. “I really like you, too, Taeyong. Get home safe, okay?”

He catches a dazed Taeyong touch his fingers to his lips out of the corner of his eye as he heads back to his car.

Next Tuesday, Johnny ends up picking up Yuta’s shift when he calls out last minute with a migraine. He doesn’t mind; it’s not like he had any plans or even homework. Taeyong’s been absolutely slammed at work, so Johnny hasn’t seen him since their date, not even for his usual Friday night delivery. They’ve texted some, and Taeyong’s sent him a few late-night office selfies. Even sleep-deprived, he’s unfairly handsome.

It slows down around eight-thirty after the dinner rush is over. Doyoung could probably cut him since Mark’s working tonight, too, but Doyoung never cuts anyone because “it’s not his job to skimp on payroll so corporate jackoffs can get their bonuses.” Johnny stays; if he’s going to sit around and do nothing anyways, he might as well get paid for it.

It’s basically fate that Mark goes on break right as the order comes in, especially because that means Johnny doesn’t have to explain why he needs to take this order specifically.

If someone had told Johnny he’d wind up in this situation, he would have laughed and told them to watch better porn. Now that he’s actually here, laughing is the last thing he’s thinking about doing.

Taeyong’s standing in the doorway in an oversized white t-shirt…and nothing else.

The neck’s cut wide enough to show off the collarbones Johnny’s already obsessed with, and the hem barely skims the top of his thighs. Damn, his legs are long, and they’re giving Johnny a lot of ideas.

Johnny must stare for too long because it gives Taeyong time to completely misinterpret his stunned silence.

“I don’t even know what I was thinking. You must think I’m ridiculous. I mean, you’re in the middle of your shift-”

Johnny’s brain manages to jolt back online despite the fact that all the blood has rushed out of it straight to his dick. Taeyong looks amazing, but what’s really getting him is the now clear fact that Taeyong dressed like this for the express purpose of seducing him. Taeyong could text him ‘u up?’, and Johnny would be pulling out of his driveway in under a minute. What he means is, Taeyong could put absolutely zero effort into appealing to Johnny, but here he is anyways. It’s easily the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to him.

“Yeah,” Johnny says, now that he’s finally able to make words again, “fuck my shift.”

Taeyong’s smile is blinding.

Taeyong lets Johnny back him up until he’s pressed up against the island, Johnny’s arms bracketing him in. Johnny must have put his warming bag down at some point, but the when and where are completely unimportant right now.

“Hey, beautiful,” Johnny says.

Taeyong flushes at the compliment. His eyes are practically sparkling. “Hi.”

Johnny’s thought a lot about this and he’s trying to decide where to start first when Taeyong blurts out, “I really want to have sex with you.” Taeyong winces. “I mean, that’s probably obvious, but I-”

“Hey, no. Explicit, enthusiastic consent? Big fan.”

“I was just worried you’d get the wrong idea. ‘Cause you’re, like, unreasonably hot, and when you flirt with me, I get all tongue-tied and I didn’t want you to think it makes me uncomfortable. Actually, I kind of like it. Maybe that’s weird.”

“I don’t think so. I like it, too.”

Like is an understatement. It’s a massive turn-on that Taeyong enjoys being teased as much as Johnny enjoys teasing him, that he gets off on being that little bit embarrassed. Johnny never knew this was such a thing for him, but he’s not mad about it.

There’s just one more concern he has, ‘cause he doesn’t want Taeyong to think he has to prove something to him. “We don’t have to do this tonight, you know?”

Taeyong looks at Johnny like he’s crazy. “Did you miss the part where I said that you’re ‘unreasonably hot’ and I really want to have sex with you?”

That’s good enough for Johnny.

“So, are you just gonna stare at me all night, or…?” Taeyong asks, adorably impatient.

Johnny hums. “I don’t know. I’m having a pretty good time right now.”

Taeyong rolls his eyes and kisses him.

Taeyong’s aggressive and desperate and hungry right up until Johnny pulls him close with an arm around his waist and a hand on the back of his neck. Then, he moans softly and lets himself go lax in Johnny’s grip.

Johnny has his suspicions. He knows he gives off a certain vibe - he’s tall, and muscular, and confident bordering on cocky - and that attracts a certain type of guy. Namely, guys who really want to be topped. Taeyong’s not an exception. Not that Johnny minds. At all. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t encourage it. Call it a kink, but he likes being in charge.

There’s a difference though, between the guys Johnny usually hooks up with and Taeyong. Taeyong’s receptive, but he’s not passive. He’s letting Johnny lead, but he’s trying to anticipate where Johnny’s going to take him. He’s moving with the slightest nudge, parting his lips at the first brush of Johnny’s tongue.

Taeyong’s so eager, and Johnny’s loving every second of it. Who wouldn’t?

Johnny doesn’t want to stop kissing Taeyong, but he needs to get his mouth on those damn collarbones. Taeyong tips his head back to give Johnny more room as he licks from the base of his throat up to his shoulder. Johnny bites down, not nearly hard enough to hurt, but it makes Taeyong’s breath hitch.

Johnny wants to put his mouth all over him, just to see what else he could wring out of him.

“What do you like?” Johnny asks.

“Anything,” Taeyong gasps, “anything you want.”

Johnny kisses up Taeyong’s neck until his mouth is right next to Taeyong’s ear. “You’re sweet, baby. But that’s not what I asked.”

“I like…” Taeyong pauses and Johnny doesn’t know if it’s because he’s embarrassed to say it out loud or if he’s too turned on to think. Probably a little of both.

“Fuck me,” Taeyong says, barely above a whisper.

Shit. Johnny is so into that. Johnny hasn’t fucked a guy in a while, not since his last boyfriend at least. It always felt too time-consuming for hookups, especially when there were so many other ways to get off.

Johnny drags sucking kisses down Taeyong’s jaw before pulling away to look at him. “Yeah? You like getting fucked, baby?”

The pet names and dirty talk are clearly working for Taeyong. His face is flushed and his pupils are completely blown out. They haven’t even really gotten started. “Yeah,” he says. “Love it.”

Johnny thinks Taeyong is going to be the death of him.

Johnny steps back to pull off his shirt, and Taeyong’s hands are on him almost immediately, his fingers tracing between the ridges of his abs. “Unreasonable,” Taeyong says. Johnny doesn’t need the ego boost, but he’ll take it.

He pulls Taeyong back into a kiss, a little sloppier, with intent. He runs his hands up Taeyong’s thighs, slipping them under the hem of his shirt. Johnny hooks his fingers in the elastic band of Taeyong’s briefs, and slides them gently over his slim hips until they fall onto the floor all on their own.

Johnny thinks about taking Taeyong’s shirt off, but there’s something crazy hot about leaving it on, like pretending he’s covered is only making him more exposed.

The thing is, Taeyong keeps managing to surprise him. Johnny had sort of thought Taeyong asking Johnny to fuck him was a spur of the moment thing, and that’d been sexy by itself. But then, Johnny cups his ass and dips a finger between his cheeks to rub against his hole and feels hard plastic instead.

Taeyong’s wearing a plug. So he’d had to have worked himself open, got himself all wet and ready because he wanted to get fucked that badly, wanted Johnny to fuck him that badly.

Yeah, Johnny’s gonna lose it.

“You’re kind of a slut for it, aren’t you?” Johnny teases.

Taeyong tenses in his grip.

Shit.

Johnny drops his hands and takes a step back.

Of course he didn’t think, of course he just ran his mouth like an idiot. ‘Cause you don’t say that sort of thing to someone unless you know they’re into it, and Taeyong’s clearly not. Goddamn, he’s an asshole.

“Fuck, I am so sor-”

Taeyong grabs Johnny’s hands and puts them back on his ass. “Maybe I am,” he says, “a little.” He presses himself flush against Johnny, and Johnny can feel his hard cock pushing into his thigh, like he’s trying to tell Johnny he hasn’t ruined the mood.

Johnny does not deserve to be this lucky and get another chance after fucking up like that. Taeyong seems like he’s willing to play along, but playing along isn’t the same as liking it. Johnny’s striking that word from his vocabulary.

“Can I blow you?” Johnny asks.

“You don’t-”

“I really wanna get your pretty cock in my mouth.” It’s not a lie, not remotely. He doesn’t want Taeyong to think he feels obligated because he’s apologizing. Maybe there’s a part of Johnny that feels compelled to, but it’s more that he wants to show Taeyong that he’ll treat him right and that he’d love to make him feel good.

Taeyong swallows and nods. He looks like he can’t quite believe this is happening to him. Johnny gets the feeling Taeyong hasn’t had a blowjob in a very long time, which is a shame. Johnny bets he’s gorgeous when he’s getting his cock sucked.

“Please,” Taeyong says, and Johnny’s on his knees fast as anything.

Johnny uses one hand to ruck Taeyong’s shirt up over his stomach and hold it there, and the other goes to the back of his thigh to keep him close. And yeah, Johnny was absolutely correct: Taeyong’s cock is beyond pretty, flushed a dusky pink at the tip. Taeyong starts to leak a little as Johnny watches, like he knows Johnny can’t wait to get a taste.

Johnny licks over the head just once, just so he can dip his tongue into the slit, before taking Taeyong’s cock all the way down to the root.

Taeyong makes a half-strangled, cut-off whimper and reaches back blindly to grasp the edge of the island with both hands. It’s probably the only thing that’s keeping him standing.

Johnny couldn’t ask for a better reaction.

Johnny loves sucking dick, and, as it turns out, most guys like having their dick sucked, so Johnny’s had a lot of opportunities to form preferences. And Taeyong’s cock is damn near perfect. It’s long enough that it’s nudging his throat without choking him and thick enough to give his jaw just that bit of a stretch, just enough to feel it. God, it makes him so hard. He loves the weight of it, the solidness.

So maybe he’s got an oral fixation. But then again, he knows that’s not the whole truth.

‘Cause what really gets him going is the fact that when he’s sucking someone’s cock, he becomes their entire world. And damn if that doesn’t go straight to his head every time.

Taeyong’s got a white-knuckled grip on the counter, and he’s staring down at Johnny so intently it’s like he’s convinced that if he blinks, Johnny will disappear. It almost seems like he’s holding his breath. He’s still thinking way too much, but Johnny knows how to fix that. He’s not going to be satisfied until Taeyong’s a complete mess.

Taeyong just needs that little bit extra, so Johnny slides his hand up to grab at the base of the plug, slowly working it out, letting it pull on Taeyong’s rim before pushing it back in. Taeyong’s surprised gasp melts into a needy whine.

It’s not even a minute before Taeyong says, “Wait, wait, wait. I really want you to fuck me, and if you keep doing that, I’ll…”

Johnny lets Taeyong’s cock slip from his mouth and looks up at him. “You’ll what?” He probably sounds insufferably smug, but he thinks he’s earned it.

“Just - come on,” Taeyong grabs Johnny’s arm, and Johnny lets himself be pulled to his feet and dragged towards the living room. Taeyong snatches a bottle of lube and a condom off of the coffee table and shoves them into Johnny’s hands.

“Couldn’t even make it to the bedroom?” Johnny asks.

“Well, at first, I was thinking over the counter, but, you know, logistics.”

Taeyong gets on his knees on the white leather couch and starts pulling the plug out, probably too quickly to be comfortable, but Johnny thinks that’s the furthest thing from his mind right now.

Johnny strips as fast as he can, dumping his clothes in a pile on the floor. Taeyong’s on all fours now, resting on his elbows on the arm of the couch, waiting for him. His shirt’s pushed up around his middle, leaving his perfect little ass right there for Johnny’s shameless enjoyment. He wonders if he could convince Taeyong to let him eat him out. He bet he’d go crazy for it.

Johnny’s so busy thinking about ways to make Taeyong come that he’s barely thought about the fact that fucking Taeyong means that he actually gets to fuck Taeyong. His cock is aching, begging for some kind of attention, and even with all his experience, he’s a tiny bit worried about it being over way too fast.

He puts the condom on and does a rush job of slicking himself up before climbing up on the couch behind Taeyong.

Johnny can’t help but be distracted. Taeyong’s arching his back, and he’s open and so, so wet. Johnny runs his thumb over his rim before pressing the tip inside. It slips in like nothing.

“Johnny,” Taeyong whines. Johnny can practically hear his pout.

“So demanding.” But Johnny isn’t in the mood to draw this out, so he lines himself up and pushes inside. He’s gentle about it, ‘cause he knows he’s big, and even with tons of prep, it can be a lot.

Taeyong’s mumbling “fuck” under his breath, over and over again, like it’s the only word he knows. Johnny’s using every bit of his focus trying to pay attention to Taeyong’s reactions because he’s unbelievably tight. It feels amazing, but Johnny can’t imagine that that goes both ways right now.

Johnny slides the final half-inch in, and Taeyong hisses in a way that sounds much more pained than Johnny would like.

“Shit, if I’d known you were gonna be huge, I’d’ve used a bigger plug.”

Obviously, there’s no way Johnny’s going to enjoy this if Taeyong’s not. As long as he gets Taeyong off, he doesn’t care what they do. “We don’t have to-”

“No, no, no, no, no. We absolutely have to.” Taeyong’s reaching back blindly to try to grab Johnny’s thigh and keep him inside. “I just need to-” He arches his back even more and spreads his legs so wide that his knee is barely on the edge of the couch. Johnny holds on to his hips to make sure he keeps his balance.

“Oh,” Taeyong shifts again and settles. “Okay. Oh, my god,” he says breathy, and almost disbelieving. Johnny can tell just from the way he’s relaxing around him that it’s starting to feel a lot better. Maybe Taeyong’s a size queen and didn’t even know it. Johnny’s more than happy to help him find out.

“You’re - you should-” Taeyong breaks off into a quiet, helpless groan.

It’s pretty clear what he wants, so Johnny pulls back almost all the way out before fucking back into him, slow and as deep as he can get.

“That’s so - holy shit. Please.” The fact that he seems this dick-drunk after a single thrust is making Johnny go insane.

Johnny keeps his pace because he’s not going to last if he goes any faster. Hell, he’s probably not gonna last anyways. Not when Taeyong’s moaning and begging Johnny to fuck him, ‘cause he’s apparently not shy when he has a cock in his ass. It’s like Johnny fucking him is the best thing that could ever happen to him. He should be getting fucked all the time. He deserves it.

“You needed it bad,” Johnny says. It’s definitely not a question.

“So bad,” Taeyong agrees. “God, it’s never been this good.”

And, yeah, now Johnny knows he’s going to come. How is he supposed to hold back when the hottest guy he’s ever seen is taking his cock like he can’t get enough and saying he’s the best he ever had.

Johnny’s fucking Taeyong so hard that he’s being jostled over the arm with every thrust. Taeyong seems like he barely even notices. He’s got a hand between his legs, working himself fast and rough. Johnny isn’t aware of anything that isn’t the pressure throbbing in the base of his cock, his desperate need to come. He can’t hold back anymore, and he doesn’t even want to. He pulls Taeyong as close as he can, grinding deep and coming so hard that it’s all he can do not to tip them over.

“Fuck, baby,” Johnny says, “So fucking good for me.” Fucking incredible, actually. Easily top three. The kind of orgasm that makes you want to lay back and spend the next ten minutes trying to commit all of it to memory.

Johnny’s absolutely not going to leave Taeyong hanging, though. Johnny pulls out, but he’s quick to slide three of his fingers inside and go straight for Taeyong’s prostate. Taeyong’s gone almost silent, like he’s lost the ability to do anything besides jerk himself off. He’s right on the edge, and Johnny thinks he knows what will push him over.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he says as he rubs harder. “Show me how much you like it.”

And that’s all Taeyong needs. Johnny feels him clench around his fingers and come with a soft moan. Taeyong collapses over the arm of the couch, his face mashed into the padding as he tries to catch his breath.

Johnny lounges back, stretching out his legs. He’s beat, but Taeyong seems like he had his soul sucked out through his cock. “Did I wear you out?”

“Not all of us are twenty-two,” he says, muffled by the cushion. He groans as he heaves himself up enough to take off his shirt and use it to half-heartedly wipe up his come. “You can just throw that anywhere,” he says to Johnny over his shoulder when he hears him taking off the condom.

Johnny’s pretty sure Taeyong’s rug costs more than his rent, so he ties up the condom and puts it on a coaster on the coffee table.

Johnny’s surprised when Taeyong climbs into his lap and buries his face in his neck, but it’s honestly very cute, and Johnny’s down to cuddle. It feels too intimate for a casual booty call, or at least, Johnny’s hoping it is.

“You know, you don’t have to order a pizza if you want to hook up,” Johnny says, “You do have my number.”

“I mean, I did actually want pizza. I haven’t really eaten today, so..”

“I know you’re super busy right now, but you can’t just forget to eat.” Johnny’s trying really hard not to be the mom friend - boyfriend? - but Taeyong’s a self-proclaimed workaholic and he’s already tiny.

“Yeah, I didn’t ‘forget’.”

And that sets off alarm bells until Taeyong lifts his head and looks at him with a smirk and a quirked eyebrow, like he’s waiting for him to pick up on something.

“Well, that answers that question,” Taeyong says.

Johnny’s still confused because he has no idea what - until he suddenly does, and oh, right. It’s not something he’s ever spent much time thinking about, and that probably doesn’t say great things about him. Taeyong’s just laughing, so Johnny guesses he doesn’t mind.

Man, is Johnny glad he picked up Yuta’s shift tonight.

“So, I don’t usually work Tuesdays,” Johnny says.

“Wait. So I could have opened the door and - oh, my god.”

“I mean, Yuta might have been into it.”

“Jesus. I guess I just got lucky.”

“So did I.” Johnny waggles his eyebrows to really drive the pun home.

“You’re actually terrible.”

Johnny’s barely clocked in when Doyoung’s shoving an order printout into his hand. It’s from Taeyong, and in the notes it says, ‘Please send your cutest delivery boy’.

“I think this one’s for you,” Doyoung says.

“Yeah, he really is.”

Doyoung rolls his eyes. “You better come back this time.”

“No promises.”

(Taeyong does make him finish his shift, but he also gives him a very detailed description of what he can look forward to when it’s over. He more than makes good.)