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It's past midnight when Shin enters the old apartment building. Usually, he’s asleep by this hour, but today he worked overtime with the rest of the crew, finishing up a big project, and then Caesar decided to drag them to a bar to celebrate. He only had a glass of beer, because the last time he drank with these guys he overdid it and found himself in a dark alley having his dick sucked by a dangerous man he barely knew. Doesn’t mean he didn’t enjoy it, though.
He glances at the screen of his phone as he climbs up the staircase to his floor, the sound of his steps echoes in the quiet space. When he sees no new messages he sighs. Jake still hasn’t made contact with him, not even by text. He tries not to overthink it since it wasn’t the first time the man disappeared to god knows where. However this time it’s different, because until three days ago he had still felt his presence and heard his voice. Jake had called him almost everyday, asking him what he’s up to even though he knew perfectly well Shin’s whereabouts and what he does at work. And when he hadn’t called, he texted instead. He kept it short with just a few trivial questions and a simple ‘have a good day’ or ‘sleep well’ before he went offline.
Standing in front of his apartment door and rummaging through his jeans pockets for the key, Shin ponders. Should he start worrying by the sudden radio silence? It's only been a few days, and Jake must be busy dealing drugs and weapons, no doubt. And if he’s threatened by a rival gang, he can certainly take care of himself. He's able to shoot down these scumbags without batting an eye, and moreover, pull out bullets out of his own stomach with little effort.
Then, that certain memory unfolds in his mind like a movie scene. It's vivid; Jake staggers backwards and holds himself up against Shin's car, breathing raggedly as the red stain on his white button up gets bigger and bigger. That night, when Gren shot him and missed his vital organs, Jake was lucky. Skills and knowledge are not enough to survive in this business, you also need luck by your side. The fact that things have been going as expected for Jake lately, doesn’t mean danger isn’t lurking and waiting to get him. Anyone can be killed, Shin reminds himself, and sometimes it can take less than a second.
Without hesitation he presses on Jake’s last active phone number and calls him. “You better pick up,” he mutters to himself.
‘The number you’re trying to reach is no longer available.’
“Shit,” he swears, his hands trembling slightly as he finally unlocks the door and enters inside. Once again, he dials the number, but only after making sure it’s the right one. Jake changes it on a regular basis, so it’s easy to think that might be the case now, but not when he lets him know about it every single time. Shin’s throat runs dry when he hears the same automatic response and he heads towards the kitchen to fetch something to drink.
“Who are you calling at this hour?”
He stops dead in his tracks and his eyes dart towards the couch. Jake sits there, his head tilted a bit, looking at him expectantly with raised eyebrows. He's only covered in a small towel, and the clean smell of body wash wafts through the air. It makes Shin recover from the initial shock, and even though he lets out a sigh of relief, he feels irritated more than anything. Jake’s been here the whole time he was stressing out and now he feels like an idiot.
He sets his stuff messily on the dining table next to Jake's belongings. They are perfectly lined up; a bunch of keys, two phones, sunglasses and a gun. Usually, this silly habit of Jake amuses him, but the mere sight of these useless phones makes his blood boil.
“You, asshole,” he answers angrily, glaring back. “You could’ve let me know you’re home.”
His unwavering gaze follows Jake's movements as the latter stands up and approaches him with a smirk, like he enjoys driving him crazy. “Wanted to surprise you,” he simply reasons before closing in on him and trapping him against the table. The towel loosely wrapped around his hips slips and falls to the parquet floor.
Although Shin's upset, he accepts Jake's closeness and touch. it’s been too long since they touched each other, he actually craves it. Also, the contrast in their appearance shouldn’t turn him on so much but it does. himself, being fully dressed, sweaty and grubby from messing with cars all day, while Jake's naked body is pressed against his, being the epitome of cleanliness. The urge to mark his pale skin has never been this strong. Then, as if sharing the same dirty thoughts, Jake pushes his nose behind his ear and inhales his pungent odor mixed with the smell of gasoline. Almost hungrily, he licks the smooth strip of skin.
Shin grabs his chin roughly so he can study his face, his focus shifting between his alluring blue eyes and full lips. “Almost thought you were dead in a ditch somewhere, you surprised me alright,” he mutters before crushing their lips together. He kisses Jake harshly, shoving his tongue inside his mouth and devours it. Shin's right hand wraps around his throat while the left one squeezes his ass, leaving faint lines on the tender pale skin.
He lets out a deep moan of pain when he’s abruptly pulled back by his hair. Jake looks down at him in wonder while trying to catch his breath. “Hold on. You missed the real surprise.”
“What?” he breathes out, not understanding what the hell Jake is talking about. Instead of answering, the latter just nods his head in the direction of the bed. Only Shin finds out it’s not his bed, but a new one. It's big enough for two grown men, covered by a brand new dark bedding set . There's even a hardwood headboard, exactly like Jake wanted. “Stubborn bastard. I could’ve built it myself,” he grumbles.
“It's too much wor-” Jake starts, but Shin doesn’t let him finish the sentence and pulls him into a kiss again. Hums of satisfaction vibrate against his lips as he leads Jake backwards towards the bed. His palms explore all over the taut muscles, feeling him up and squeezing in all the right places. He moves with such fervor that the other struggles to get him naked. Soon enough, Jake breaks off the kiss again and roughly pulls Shin's jacket off his shoulders, just to be met with another flannel shirt in his way. “There are always so many layers separating me from you,” he complains while getting rid of the offending cloth. “Do better from now on.”
Shin bites his ear, not so gently. Jake’s nagging about his habits can be annoying sometimes but this one is not only annoying but also illogical. “Shuddup, you want my ass to freeze out there?” he asks as he leaves open mouthed kisses down Jake's neck. He sucks and bites where it connects to his shoulder, enjoying the thought of the gangster having to hide these marks underneath his fancy clothes. they will take awhile to fade. “You came back just to get on my nerves.”
Jake huffs a laugh as he slides his hands underneath Shin’s grubby white t-shirt and targets his armpits, immediately forcing a guttural moan out of him. “Someone's short-tempered today,” he teases with a sly grin, before whispering in his ear, “It makes me even more turned on.”
Shin shivers. The dangerous combo of his erogenous zone being rubbed and Jake's husky voice almost causes him to give in to him. But he can’t let him have the upper hand so easily. Once they get to the bed, he regains control by stepping back and creating a distance between them, far enough so he can eye Jake from head to toe.
The latter stands there in confusion, a crease appears in his forehead as he raises his eyebrows in question. He's flushed red all over his body, from his face to his chest, all the way down to his hard dick. The view is mouth watering and makes Shin’s own skin heat up from arousal. “You’re right, my patience is running out,” he hums as he lifts his hands and slowly rubs Jake's nipples with featherlight touch, raising goosebumps on his skin and causing him to breathe in sharply.
Shin smiles smugly. “So do better and behave,” he teases before pushing Jake to the mattress with no warning.
It all happens so fast, in less than a second. He hears a loud thump and a following curse before seeing Jake lying there, holding the back of his head while gritting his teeth in pain and frustration. “Shingun,” he groans, “I thought you wanted to fuck me, not put me in a damn coma.”
The realization that he pushed Jake with too much force and at a poor angle, causing him to bump his head against the new headboard, hits him. And before he can stop himself, he laughs, and it’s not a simple snicker, no. The laughter bursts out of him involuntarily, bubbling from deep inside his stomach and leaving him breathless. He laughs so hard he rocks forward, loses his balance and falls down on the mattress next to a speechless Jake.
In a moment of clarity, he admits to himself it wasn’t that funny. His unproportionate reaction is just him unwinding the tension of the last few days, with this ridiculous and embarrassing situation being the climax of it. It's such a pity, though, how the intense atmosphere was ruined and dissolved instantly, just as he was about to jump Jake and have his way with him.
He looks up at the man in question, who leans his weight back on his palms beside him. his icy blue eyes glint in amusement as he studies him silently, wearing a small smile. He seems more than alright with that stupidly endeared expression on his face. “You finally managed to make me cry in bed,” Shin jokes as he wipes the tears in his eyes, “But not for the right reasons.”
Jake's hand finds its way to Shin's dark hair before brushing through it tenderly. He maintains eye contact with him as he declares shamelessly and in all seriousness, “I would knock my head over and over again if it makes you laugh like that.”
The statement catches Shin off guard. This man comes up with the most silly corny lines and still manages to make it sound awfully romantic. The intention behind the words reaches his heart all the same but he still can’t take it seriously. He nudges his shoulder with a chuckle. “I prefer your brain intact, dumbass,” he responds fondly, “Did I give you a concussion or what?”
Jake squints at him. “I'm seeing double of you, if that’s what you mean.”
“Ha, who knew you’d be this hilarious.” He deadpans but still gets up in a kneeling position behind him in order to check his scalp. Better be safe than sorry.
He gently rubs the spiky blonde hairs, which are a bit longer than usual. “You need a haircut,” he thinks out loud and receives a hum in return as he inspects the wound. Thankfully, it’s not bleeding but it starts to swell. He presses it with his fingers. “Does it hurt?”
“I've had worse,” Jake answers absentmindedly, evidently enjoying Shin's care and attention. His words are true, though, as this hit is nothing compared to three bullets shot into your upper body. But Shin still feels like there are more secrets behind the simple response, and he wants them all revealed, rather sooner than later.
“Yeah, you’ll live,” he agrees, holding the sides of the other’s head and tilting it up so they look at each other upside down. He's not good with apologies, and Jake certainly doesn’t expect one, but he still chooses to do it. He leaves a soft kiss on his forehead before quietly saying, “Sorry about this. And thanks for the bed, it’s good.” he traces the arch of his blonde eyebrows with his fingertips before reassuring lightly, “Next time we’ll make good use of it.”
“Shingun,” Jake calls out longingly to him, his enchanted expression doesn’t go unnoticed, before pulling him down by the nape so their lips meet in an upside down kiss. it’s slow and affectionate, in complete contrast to earlier, when they kissed hurriedly and roughly. As Jake's thumb rubs his neck back and forth, a warm feeling starts spreading in his chest, slowly filling it up to the brim. The rush of raw emotions leaves him overwhelmed, and his face heats up. He pulls back from the kiss but not before Jake steals another peck. “Glad you like it.”
The latter is no better than him, wearing a beautiful shade of red high up on his cheeks and that smile which softens his features. Gangsters can be adorable too, it seems. Shin taps his cheek fondly, then says in a soft yet firm manner, “Don’t disappear on me again.” The only answer he gets is the hint of guilt and regret in Jake's eyes, silently admitting he can’t promise that.
Shin gets off the bed without another word and stands on his feet, pulling off his shirt in a swift move.
“You wanna continue what we started?” Jake asks, obviously changing the subject. He lies on his side and leans his weight on his elbow as he observes him stepping out of his jeans and underwear. Shin takes the bait because he hates the sudden heavy feeling in his chest. He prefers not to think too hard about their relationship and Jake's danger filled life. For now, he selfishly wants to be happy even if it means still being in the dark about his backstory. He can wait a bit longer.
“Nah, not in the mood anymore and neither are you,” he answers, half amusedly. Unsurprisingly, after that regrettable yet funny incident they are both not hard anymore. He walks towards the bathroom, leaving a contemplating Jake behind. “I'm gonna shower.”
Right before he closes the door he calls out in concern, “Jake, press some ice to the bump.” The request is immediately followed by a muffled soft ‘alright’.
When he’s halfway through showering, a single knock on the door startles him. He shakes his head at the interruption, a smile spreading across his face. That clingy man can never let him shower in peace. “Miss me already?” he calls out in a banter. There's a moment of silence before Jake's low voice seeps through the door.
“Hmm. Don’t take too long, unless you want me in there with you."