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ricky shen
where r u
sungchan (you)
just got back @ the waiting room
why
ricky shen
meet me at the 2nd floor janitors room near the emergency stairs
and pls bring ur leather gloves
sungchan (you)
be there in a minute
but th e gloves..
ur joking
right
ricky shen
no.
we don’t have much time
oppa
“fuck.”
sungchan feels like dying.
he knows what to expect the moment ricky’s message appeared on his phone—but somehow, the blond always manages to caught him off guard.
wiping the thin layer of sweat on his forehead helplessly, sungchan glances around the waiting room. the manager told them they’re going back to the dorm in thirty minutes, so everyone is either packing their things or hanging around with phones on their hands.
and sungchan is. well.
he’s god damn starving.
“what’s wrong?” shotaro’s nudges his arm with one lifted eyebrow.
sungchan licks his lips. “i’m gonna… bathroom,” he says at the end. wincing when shotaro frowns beside him. he wishes the couch they’re sitting at can swallow him whole.
“okay,” shotaro sighs, realizing sungchan isn’t going to elaborate himself. “be quick.”
hooking up with ricky thrice before taught sungchan how to be quick.
so he nods, standing up with shaky legs and holding the gloves on his right hand like it’s his lifeline. quickly making his way out of the room just about when the stylist noona is screaming and asking for them to give their accessories back. which, supposedly, includes the leather gloves.
jung sungchan can’t afford that.
he doesn’t want to disappoint a certain beautiful blond guy just because he can’t do one, simple request from the younger. that’s also why sungchan is half running up the stairs, wearing the leather gloves back on after making sure no one is watching him slips into the 2nd floor corridor.
sungchan takes large steps to the janitor’s room door after noticing the emergency stairs sign on his left, absentmindedly wiping his gloved hands to his slacks—he curses to himself when he realizes his hands are gonna stay clammy the whole time as long as he’s wearing the leather gloves.
it’s kind of irritating.
but it’s also so fucking worth it, with the way ricky’s pulling him inside the small, cramped space seconds after knocking gently twice to the door and kisses him senseless.
the light bulb on top of their heads are barely working, flicking on and off pathetically. the usual sungchan would be annoyed and simply leave the room because he can’t stand it. but standing there, with ricky’s persistent lips on his and the younger’s arms warm around his neck, sungchan wouldn’t have it any other way.
it’s easy for him to wrap his own arms around ricky’s small waist, grasping to the fabric of the hoodie he’s wearing. smiling to the kiss when ricky mewls into his mouth as sungchan presses him harder to the wall behind him.
“you’re taking so long.”
is what ricky says to him the second they broke the kiss to catch their breath.
“they were trying to take the gloves,” sungchan weakly explains, but he’s not even paying attention to his own words. eyes raking up and down ricky’s face—his make up and the accessories adorning his ears.
a face that roughly one month ago sungchan doesn’t even dream to get this close with.
“but you ran away?” ricky offers his gummy smile, dainty fingers making its way to the back of sungchan's head.
"yes."
sungchan slips his hands under the hoodie, running his hands up and down ricky’s back in a slow manner. but something about the oversized piece of clothing bothers him.
sungchan doesn’t know if it’s because it’s getting on his way from having the younger in the way he wants, or if it’s because he knows certainly that the hoodie is not ricky’s.
“for me?”
the thing is, ricky is so good at everything he does.
including pulling sungchan out of his noisy thoughts when they’re together with gentle fingers on his jaw, with his big, pretty eyes with the prettiest shade of grey contact lenses staring at sungchan like he’s holding the universe in his palm.
“for you.”
sungchan can’t help but chuckles when ricky puts two packs of lube on his palm. “you’re this prepared?” sungchan murmurs while taking a step back so ricky could take off his pants comfortably.
“i’m always prepared,” the blond replies with a wink, sighing when sungchan crowds him again after he’s half naked with dick half-hard, biting his lips at the sight of sungchan tearing the package of lube open with his teeth. “you’re really driving me crazy.”
sungchan wants to say that it’s supposed to be him saying that. that it’s ricky who has been driving him crazy and turning sungchan’s whole world upside down since the younger makes his presence known in his life.
sungchan wants to say a lot of things, but he’s not stupid nor naive.
that’s why he’s silent instead. carefully pouring the lube to his right hand between the index and middle finger, trying his best not to spill any substance to the floor. it’s a bit weird because he can’t really feel the coldness of the lube thanks to the leather, but it’s also fascinating the way the black fabric glows and shines under the poor lighting. the way sungchan notices ricky’s body shakes against him because he can’t hide his excitement.
ricky is holding on his shoulder so tight when sungchan brings his gloved hand down between his legs.
“did you think of this when you see me earlier on stage?” sungchan asks like it’s not obvious, fingers dangerously close to ricky’s rim.
ricky exhales a loud laughs in exchange. “what do you think?” he cants his hips forward, and sungchan’s other hand finds his pathetic erection. standing proud and tip glistening with pre-cum. the friction is dry and it hurts, but it hurts so good. sungchan grips his dick loosely and ricky’s knees buckles. “sung—sungchan. please.”
sungchan loves it when ricky begs. he swipes the tip of his wet, gloved finger against ricky’s perineum just to hear him cries. envelopes the tip of his dick with his closed palm just to hear ricky’s moan echoes inside the small room. “call me properly, ricky.”
and sungchan also loves to be selfish.
he feels like winning when ricky glares at him with cheeks tinted pink and pouty lips afterward. but then the younger lowers his gaze and clears his throat. sungchan knows he already gave up the moment he said please. “oppa,” the term makes sungchan’s dick twitch painfully inside of his boxer. “sungchan oppa, please—please, i need. i’m gonna—oh.”
the leather was already tight around his skin, but ricky’s tighter. warm and velvet around his bony, long index finger. sungchan thrusts the whole finger in and ricky throws his head back, exposing his neck that the older kisses instantly.
sungchan’s arm finds ricky’s waist easily, holding him from collapsing down the floor. he knows that the combination of his finger and the black leather must be feeling amazing with the way ricky’s panting and can barely keeps his eyes open, even when he’s not moving yet.
“good?” sungchan asks lowly against ricky’s jaw, thrusting his finger experimentally.
ricky answers him with a choked sob and digs his nails deeper to sungchan’s biceps.
sungchan can stare at his blissed out face forever, but he’s a man on a mission. so he starts curling his finger the way he knows ricky likes it. prodding the tip of his index finger deep in order to reach the spot that makes ricky’s toes curls and whines just a little bit higher. the leather creates a series of disgusting wet noises the more he moves his hand around, but it also makes the situation hotter.
ricky is beautiful.
sungchan can’t stop staring at him when he performed earlier with silver scattered around his collar bones and gorgeous pieces of lavender and white on his body. now, sungchan thinks that he’s unreal even with the dim of ugly yellow light against his pale skin. begging for a second finger with drool running down from the corner of his pretty lips. begging for sungchan and only sungchan.
“so tight,” sungchan whispers to the space between their lips when he adds the middle finger into the mix. swallowing ricky’s loud moan and holding his gaze steady with ricky’s pleading eyes. “i wish i can fuck you right now,” he adds, twisting his fingers inside of ricky. “want to take you apart with my cock.”
“oppa,” ricky is fully crying by now. letting his weight falls against sungchan’s sturdy chest, breathing hardly on sungchan’s neck. he’s grabbing sungchan’s white shirt tightly when he continues. “wan’ that a lot. want you so much.”
“not now, pretty,” sungchan sighs dejectedly. “we don’t have much time, remember? i’ll make you come just like this.”
“okay.”
ricky is even prettier when he’s all pliant and small. kissing sungchan on the cheek as a thank you before sungchan fucks him with his fingers fast and hard, making ricky reaches his orgasm without even touching his cock. the blond goes rigid on his hold when he comes and sungchan doesn’t stop thrusting his fingers even when ricky goes impossibly tighter around him.
sungchan kisses him quiet and covers the tip of his cock so that his cum doesn’t make a mess between them. the touch of cold leather against his sensitive tip make ricky shudders and tries to push sungchan away, but he also can’t stop spurting white between sungchan’s awaiting fingers.
“hurts,” ricky moans brokenly. sungchan would’ve believed him if only ricky isn’t currently looking at the mess between their bodies and licking his lips at the stark contrast of his cum on sungchan’s dark gloves. clearly aroused to his bone.
“but you like it,” sungchan chuckles. lifting ricky’s chin with his lubbed stained fingers when he finally pulls out from ricky’s ass. gives him one hard kiss square on the mouth and groans when ricky pulls at the root of his hair. “ricky.”
“i really, really want to blow you,” ricky confesses, touching sungchan’s ears and cradling his face. it’s warm and makes sungchan’s hands drop to the sides of his body. fully enjoying ricky’s gentle touches on his sweaty skin. “but my knees are hurting right now, and i can’t fuck things up more.”
“it’s okay, really—”
“so, let me just do this.”
it’s kinda awkward because sungchan doesn’t want to ruin ricky’s hoodie, so he can’t really hold him. but then ricky opens his pants skillfully and slips his beautiful hand right under his brief, stroking sungchan’s hardness and smearing his pre-cum along the length.
“ricky,” sungchan whimpers, dropping his forehead on ricky’s shoulder and panting harshly. he plants his arms on the wall behind ricky’s body just to have something to hold onto.
“so wet, oppa,” ricky kisses the back of his ear and hums amusingly. “i like it so much. you’re so good for me.”
i like you, sungchan wants to say.
he doesn’t know if it’s the sex fucking with his brain or whatever, but he supposes it doesn’t really matter. not when ricky twist his wrist and making him see stars with a swipe of his thumb on his slit.
the aftermath is uncomfortable and gross.
ricky helps him takes off his gloves and they’re laughing all the time, trying to make the leather as dry as possible with a bunch of tissues ricky stuffed to his hoodie pocket.
sungchan grimaces when he feels the drying cum on his boxer.
“sorry,” ricky says with a frown when he notices. “i thought it was hot when i do it.”
“it was hot. don’t worry,” sungchan offers a genuine smile. “i guess it also comes with a price.”
“yeah,” ricky then glances at the pair of gloves that sungchan’s holding. it’s arguably presentable, but something just doesn’t feel right. imagining returning the fabric to the owner after knowing what it has been used for make their faces burns red with shame. “like… the price of that poor leather gloves.”
sungchan throws them at the bottom of the bin on the quiet 2nd floor hallway, at the end. after they agrees they’ll just split the bill later on when the stylist noona scolds him for carelessly losing the pair.
he’ll pretend he doesn’t notice shotaro’s knowing gaze.