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Yuta slaps the pads of his fingers against the steering wheel in tune with the song playing through the stereo—“Selfish Love” by Miyavi—one of his favorites. Black painted fingernails glint with the sunlight, an iridescent sheen reflecting off of each nail. His hoarse voice reverberates along the car’s walls, long crimson hair bobbing as he yells out:
“I embrace you with a melody so sweet you will melt
And a beat so hard you will go numb
I’ll do anything to make you go mad”
It’s a miracle that Yuta’s able to pay enough attention to the road while conducting his own private concert for his single fan, Jeong Jaehyun. As if Jaehyun is seeing his favorite artist live, his gaze is glued to Yuta, and he smiles with deeply dimpled cheeks as if seemingly in awe of the performance. As the song reaches its final climax, Jaehyun claps enthusiastically and lets out a whoop in support.
“Encore, encore, encore!”
Yuta’s lips curve up in a cat-like smile.
“Thank you, thank you,” he says and mimics a bow, eyes not leaving the road.
Snow blankets the asphalt ahead. If he is honest with himself, the velocity of the snowfall is starting to worry him. He tried to distract himself with the music and lose himself to the song, but with each minute, the snow grows more voracious, consuming the surroundings with its glistening white.
Yuta’s eyebrows tense up with his nerves.
“We should stop soon,” Jaehyun says, noticing Yuta’s anxious expression. “Best not to get stuck out here. I’ll map to the nearest motel.”
He pulls out his phone, entering instructions into his map app.
Yuta exhales in relief, just thankful that Jaehyun even has reception.
Yuta’s survival skills are pretty basic – if they get stuck in this snowstorm, he'd be a bit concerned with their odds considering he wouldn't even know what to do first if they got stranded in the car. He has both a lighter and pocket knife stowed away in his jeans, but could he even start a fire if he needed to? He can't say he's eager to put it to the test, though he feels like he could count on Jaehyun to keep him alive at least; he’s done a good job so far.
From the corner of his eye, he subtly watches Jaehyun tapping around on his phone. He catches Jaehyun running his hands through his hair with a sigh, pushing his bangs back to reveal his forehead. Their eyes meet for a brief moment before Yuta flicks his gaze back to the road.
“Living dangerously,” Jaehyun comments.
Yuta laughs in response.
“You know me,” he grins.
Jaehyun shakes his head fondly.
“Yeah, I sure do,” he says, a dimple making a brief appearance as he glances down at his phone. “The closest motel is a few miles away. We’ll get there in maybe 10 minutes.”
He stretches his limbs out, arms casually reaching up to the car roof.
“Oh, closer than I expected,” Yuta hums. “I can’t wait to lay down.”
“You and me both,” Jaehyun sighs and settles back into his seat comfortably.
For the rest of the ride they’re silent, yet Yuta can’t help but to feel eyes on him the entire time.
—
THUMP!
The car door slams shut with a click, and a gust of frigid air threatens the safety of Yuta’s warmth.
He watches Jaehyun brave the snowstorm outside, having decided he would be the one to check if the motel had any vacancy.
Really, it was just their luck that of all days, there would be such a persistent storm today. Yuta wishes he or Jaehyun had checked the weather forecast more closely when scheduling their trip. He was surprised that Jaehyun hadn’t caught the storm while he was meticulously planning for the excursion; after all, when Jaehyun had asked Yuta to join him at his family’s cabin, he had presented a whole itinerary, planned top to bottom.
A fond smile curls Yuta’s lips as he recalls how excited Jaehyun had been.
It was charming.
“Hey, Yuta.” Jaehyun called.
“Hm?” Yuta looked up from the manga he was rereading—Jujutsu Kaisen volume 21.
“I’ve been thinking we should go sightseeing together in Gangwon.”
“Oh, yeah?” Having fully seized Yuta’s attention, he clamped the book shut. “That sounds fun.”
Jaehyun’s expression immediately became one of absolute delight. Yuta could not help but to grin back in response.
“Yeah! For the first day, we should get settled, maybe drive around town and do some shopping. Then, we can do some minor hiking the next day and—“ Jaehyun paused, taking a few strides closer to Yuta and sitting right next to him. “Here.” He pulled out his phone’s notes app, leaning in closer to Yuta until their legs were pressed close to each other. Yuta had taken a moment to process the words on Jaehyun’s phone, mind preoccupied with the pleasant sensation of another’s body against his own.
The whole page was filled with details. Yuta blinked in awe. Jaehyun had everything planned, down to what restaurants were in the area depending on what they were in the mood for.
“How long have you been planning this for…?” Yuta swallowed, small pinpricks of heat had risen to his cheeks. It was extremely thoughtful of Jaehyun to go to this pain-staking detail.
“Um,” Jaehyun chuckled, rubbing a hand to his forearm. “Maybe only a month or two.” A dark pink burned the tips of his ears. “Anyways, are you game? We could even learn a thing or two. There’s skiing and ice-fishing.” He cocked an eyebrow, gaze resting heavily on Yuta for an answer. There was a pleading, hopeful look there, too.
If Yuta didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was being asked out on a date! The amount of effort and consideration surpassed that of any actual date he had been on in the past. Far more understanding of his desires and particularities than he had expected from Jaehyun to pick up on.
“Jaehyun,” Yuta’s voice cracked just slightly. “Of course I’m game. I’ve never been skiing before, but it sounds like it could be fun - especially when I see you eat it.”
Jaehyun erupts into a full belly laugh, shoulders shaking with each guffaw.
“Right. I have more experience than you, so chances are you’ll be the one ‘eating it.’ But it’s decided then.” He closes the notes app on his phone and slides it back into his pocket.
Reaching into his jeans’ pocket, Yuta pulls out his phone to check his socials. At the top of his feed, he sees that Taeyong had posted a couple photo with Doyoung.
Yuta snickers before liking the photo, leaving a comment—“What a sickeningly cute couple”—before there’s a knock at the window.
Yuta peeks up, pocketing his phone. Jaehyun grins down at him, dangling a keycard in hand.
“They only had one room left.”
Yuta sighs in relief. The idea of having to spend the night in the car to wait out the storm had crossed his mind more than once while he was driving. He was glad that wouldn’t end up being the case.
“Thank fuck.”
They grab their suitcases and bags before Yuta locks the car. They hustle towards their room, up a flight of stairs and towards the end of the hall.
127.
The cold bites at their skin, tinging the tips of Jaehyun’s ears pink and leaving Yuta’s teeth chattering. Yuta pushes up against Jaehyun as the door is unlocked, shivering even through his thick padding. When the door opens, they rush inside, slamming the door shut behind them. It was probably much louder than it should’ve been, but the pair couldn't care less at this point about any possibly disturbed neighbors.
They were survivors, dammit.
Once shoes are off, Yuta’s already slumped on the ground before he hears Jaehyun’s voice.
“The only room they had left was one with a single full size bed. They got super booked last minute with the snow,” he says from behind him.
Yuta’s head perks up, glancing around the small room to note that there is indeed only one bed. He scans the motel room for the first time, trying not to allow himself to get grossed out by the motel’s cleanliness standards. There’s a couch too, at least. It could be worse.
Until it is worse.
“I think the heater is broken,” Jaehyun says, waving his hand in front of the heating element.
Yuta’s eyes dart to the heater next to the window.
“What? No way!” he scoffs.
But now that Jaehyun mentions it, he notices the lack of any substantial heat. That doesn’t stop Yuta from walking over to adjust the heater’s parameters himself anyway, testing for even the slightest indication of change to no avail.
Even though Yuta is frustrated, he throws his head back in laughter. It is funny, really, how one bad thing piles after another one. He’s got to laugh, especially when he remembers that bad things tend to come in threes. He thinks that laughing is better than letting bitter feelings take hold of him instead.
Yuta reasons with himself that at least they’re out of the snow and wind. That was something , at the very least!
Jaehyun glances at Yuta in concern.
“Yuta,” he starts, placing a hand on Yuta’s shoulder.
Yuta stops laughing and looks back up at Jaehyun.
“Let’s go get ready for bed,” Jaehyun says, and wears a smile just for Yuta, hand squeezing at him. “The sooner we get to bed the better. Being under a warm blanket sounds good, doesn’t it?”
“It’s just funny,” Yuta mumbles, before he gets up.
Jaehyun is right, though. The sooner he can get underneath covers, the better.
He grabs his toiletry bag, and Jaehyun follows him into the bathroom with his own toothbrush in hand. After Yuta squeezes a dollop of toothpaste onto his brush, Jaehyun’s hand brushes against Yuta’s as Jaehyun reaches to steal the tube.
He mutters a small, “Forgot mine at home.”
A smile cracks across Yuta’s face.
“Good thing I'm a kind and benevolent hyung who cares about your oral health, yeah?”
An elbow connects with Yuta’s side, which drives even more laughter out of his throat.
“And this is how you repay me? No ‘thank you, Yuta hyung?’” he snorts. “You’re welcome, Jaehyun.”
Yuta’s amusement only grows as he watches Jaehyun in the reflection as they brush their teeth. Jaehyun’s got smears of toothpaste foam at both corners of his mouth. It shouldn’t be as funny as it is, but having had his focus on the road for hours, this—Jaehyun being a dork—was now peak comedy. It takes all of his self-control to not burst into laughter at the sight.
Jaehyun notices Yuta’s gleeful expression and cocks an eyebrow.
Yuta sprays toothpaste everywhere as he laughs explosively, hand shooting up to cover his own mouth belatedly. Jaehyun joins in with a laugh of his own.
“Woah, making it snow here too?”
“You started first!” Yuta manages around his toothbrush, pointing an accusing finger at Jaehyun’s face.
“Me?” Jaehyun gasps incredulously.
“You’ve got toothpaste all over your face,” Yuta says, waggling his finger at the mess.
Jaehyun lifts a hand to wipe at the foam at the edges of his lips. He rinses it off in the sink before using the same hand to clean up after Yuta’s mess, wiping up as much as he can from the counter before running his hand under the water. Yuta just watches, expression unreadable.
Meanwhile, Yuta’s heart fluttered at the sight, and he couldn't say why. There was nothing out of the ordinary about it at all–just a brief moment of white coating Jaehyun’s fingers–so why was his heart hammering now?
Reaching into the stream of water, Yuta splashes water at his face. That would have to do for now; he didn’t want to linger too much longer by the counter lest he give in to more strange lines of thought.
Yuta stops at his suitcase along the way, pulling out a fuzzy blanket before settling down on the couch. His winter jacket rubs noisily against the couch as he adjusts, trying to get comfortable.
It sucks, honestly. It was certainly warmer inside of the motel but not so warm he could remove his winter coat with the current state of the heater.
He pulls his phone from his jacket’s pocket.
There’s a notification from Taeyong on Instagram.
“Thanks!! 🥰 How are you and Jaehyun? 😈”
He stares at the reply, wondering exactly what Taeyong’s getting at. A tickling burn creeps from his cheeks and up his ears.
“Oh, we’re surviving.” Yuta decides to message back, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
The bed creaks across the room as Jaehyun crawls into it with a sigh. The sheets shuffle around before Jaehyun hums low in disappointment.
“Why are you being noisy all by yourself, Yuta? I could hear you wiggling around all the way from the bathroom.”
A bright red head of hair peeks out from under the soft blanket. The faint glow of Yuta’s phone disappears as he locks it.
“…Excuse me?”
“Your jacket keeps making noises. Are you cold?” Jaehyun asks, worry lining his brows.
Yuta finds himself giggling again. He waves a hand.
“It’s too cold to take it off, and there’s only one bed,” he says with another crinkle of his jacket as he shrugs.
“Then… Why don’t you join me in bed? It’s big enough for us both, and I really don’t mind,” Jaehyun suggests, sitting up to look over at Yuta. He raises an eyebrow “Unless you think I would steal all the blankets?”
Yuta rolls his eyes.
“I thought I would be nice and let you have dibs on the bed since you’re the one who went out and paid for the room,” he replies.
“Oh.. Well, I don’t want either of us to freeze. I think it would be in our best interest to lay in the same bed together–you know, for survival,” Jaehyun says. “We should combine our body heat. Maybe then we could also take off our winter jackets and get comfy too.” Jaehyun nods sagely. “Besides, you let me use your toothpaste. I’ll let you use the bed, too.”
He grins, knowing the exchange is heavily skewed in Yuta’s favor, to the point of being silly, but he hopes his reasoning is enough that Yuta will agree anyway and not call him out on it.
There’s silence.
Yuta sits up, resting his hand on the edge of the couch. Again, his heart quickens, slamming against its bony cage. A flurry of butterfly wings races in his belly, and he swallows thickly, hoping the saliva will dampen their wings if the acid in his stomach doesn’t burn them alive first.
He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him today.
Jaehyun has been his friend for nearly a decade. Once a coworker friendship that outlasted either of their employments, Jaehyun has always been someone Yuta could count on – an anchor in a world where people flow in and out of his life. No matter the time of day, Jaehyun was always willing to lend a helping hand to Yuta, dredging him from the dark waters that plague his mind. Yuta has grown to know what to expect from Jaehyun, but lately, he’s not so sure anymore.
Yuta was noticing the thundering of his heart mixed with the usual boisterous laughter shared between them more and more. At first, Yuta paid no mind to his body’s new reaction, accounting for it being due to the shake of his body at each of Jaehyun’s jokes. But the feeling persisted past these habitual bouts of excitement, and Yuta would sometimes find himself with a pounding heart after simply sharing a glance with Jaehyun. This past year has been confusing to say the least.
“Yuta,” Jaehyun repeats, tearing Yuta from his deep thoughts. “Please…”
“...Since you asked so nicely,” Yuta says. He's quick to stand, cheeks warm.
He scoops his blanket into his arms, movements rigid as he makes his way towards the bed. The only bed in the room, he reminds himself. He can feel Jaehyun watching him as he rounds the corner. It does not help his nerves.
Jaehyun lifts the sheets for Yuta, and he crawls under.
“Thanks,” Yuta says, throwing the soft blanket over himself as well.
“Thank you for joining me,” Jaehyun smiles warmly at Yuta.
And with that, Jaehyun turns off the bedside lamp, plunging them back into darkness.
Another long silence stretches out before them.
There’s more room than Yuta thought that there was. Still, it's only a full size bed, hardly accommodating two adult men. His legs press up against Jaehyun’s, and he can feel his weight bending the mattress in his direction. Yuta put off thinking about it too much, but his mind cannot help wandering back to his earlier train of thought. What was he feeling?
“Hey. Jaehyun?” Yuta tries once more. “Are you sure it’s okay if I lay here? In this bed—with you?”
He feels the bed dip, and if he squints, he can make out the moving form of Jaehyun in the darkness, features coming into focus with the gentle light of a full moon muffled by the storm outside.
Jaehyun, who is now just staring dumbly at Yuta.
Jaehyun, whose dimples deepen as his lips curve upwards.
“Yes, Yuta. I’m 100% sure. Is something the matter?” His lips droop into a frown. “I know today didn’t go as planned, but I promise tomorrow will be so much fun. Once we get up there, we can hike and—“
Yuta’s brain goes into overdrive as Jaehyun speaks, eyes intently fixed on that damn smile of his.
Why does he look so good?
Why does Yuta feel so drawn to him, the feeling growing stronger and stronger every day?
And why is Jaehyun going through all of this trouble just to please Yuta?
The butterflies that have begun to swarm Yuta’s insides come together to form a clear picture, and it hits him. It all makes sense.
“But the night’s still still still not spoiled yet
The world’s not awake
I don’t care what happens anymore
So let’s just love each other tonight”
“I think I love you,” Yuta blurts out before he can get a grasp on how exactly to tackle his brain’s revelations. (But it’s not like him to overthink things anyway—he’ll always choose to act now and speak his mind, worry about the repercussions and any fallout later.)
And you feel something for me too, Yuta thinks.
“…Huh?” Jaehyun says, voice dazed in the darkness. “Wait. Can you say that again?”
Jaehyun clicks the bedside lamp on again, and two pairs of eyes shrink as the dingy yellow light floods over the bed, overpowering the soft glow of the moon.
“I love you, Jaehyun,” Yuta repeats, not backing down even when given a second chance. He could make an excuse—like how he got tongue-tied in his second language, or any other way of explaining himself, leaving his feelings hidden in the safety of the darkness. But now it was cast into light, leaving little room for their mutual ignorance to further brew. Yet Yuta knew this was right. This was how he felt—and he had felt this way for months. The stress of the day merely forced Yuta to do a little introspection, putting the way that he felt to the forefront of his mind and then into words out of his mouth.
“Oh.”
Jaehyun blinks once and then twice. Still, his gaze stays focused directly on Yuta.
“I love you too, Yuta,” he confesses. “Actually… that’s why I planned this trip.” The tips of his ears burn pink.
Now it’s Yuta’s turn to blink at Jaehyun in confusion.
“You planned this all out to confess?”
Jaehyun awkwardly plays with his fingers, wringing them together as if Yuta has backed him into a corner.
“Yeah. I thought it would be romantic,” he admits. There’s a sheepish smile on that beautiful face of his, reflecting a shyness reserved for the one who holds his heart gently between two soft hands. “It wasn’t supposed to go this wrong. The storm wasn’t in the forecast when I booked the trip. I mean, I saw it predicted when I checked closer to the date, but I was hoping it wouldn’t detour us. Not into this shitty motel with no heat.”
A rush of air puffs out of his lips, followed by a frustrated chuckle.
Yuta offers him an empathetic look, eyes reflecting with understanding.
“It’s okay. I mean—it fucking sucks, but I'm happy to be here with you. I feel like… it's happening for a good reason.” He wiggles ever so slightly closer to Jaehyun, side now brushing against him. “I had a lot of time to think between driving through the snow and even just here in this bed with you… Thoughts I never had paid the time to heed. Thoughts I never realized were anything more than fleeting moments.”
Jaehyun thinks that he understands what Yuta is thinking and nods. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly. “So you’re saying you only realized right now that you have feelings for me?”
Red hair retreats back under the covers, a bashful giggle muffled by the fabric.
“I know that I have felt this way for you for nearly a year now,” Yuta corrects shyly. “I just didn’t make sense of it or have a word for it until right now. That was really when it hit me.”
The sheet lifts up, revealing not only red hair, but a matching pink blush dusting Yuta’s cheekbones.
Jaehyun stares down at him with an intense glint in his eyes. Yuta takes a deep breath as Jaehyun settles both hands on either side of Yuta’s shoulders from above.
“Can I kiss you?” Jaehyun asks, a delighted smile playing on his lips.
If Yuta wasn’t going to give him the proper opportunity to confess first, then Jaehyun would take the matter of their first kiss into his own hands.
“Yes,” Yuta says, and stares up at Jaehyun with giant eyes, his will to say more sucked straight from him. But those wide eyes quickly shut as Jaehyun’s face lowers closer to Yuta’s own.
Warm lips envelop Yuta’s. The kiss is sweet and chaste to start, leaving Yuta craving even more. It was over much too fast. Wanting to prolong the moment, Yuta reaches his hands up, cupping Jaehyun’s cheeks in his cold palms. A thumb traces over a single dimple.
The moment freezes them in time—just two men with hearts and bodies ablaze, staring at one another with a longing that had been ignored for much too long.
Yuta lifts his head, leading his hungry lips back to Jaehyun’s. An intense passion emanates from Yuta’s touch, heavy with a desire to lay claim to what belongs to him with each brush of skin on skin. Hands run down Jaehyun’s sides, taking hold of his hips.
Jaehyun lets out a surprised noise that only encourages Yuta to go further. Teeth threaten Jaehyun’s lips, blunt edges dragging against sensitive flesh. A low moan bubbles from Jaehyun’s throat, and he unconsciously traps Yuta tighter in between his limbs. Both knees settle between Yuta’s hips, while both hands box in Yuta’s shoulders.
A moment passes before Jaehyun detaches himself from Yuta with ragged breaths.
“You… Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he pants.
There’s a mischievous glint in Yuta’s dark eyes as he gazes back up to Jaehyun. Those eyes are enchanting, and Jaehyun is completely enthralled, as powerless as a shrew caught in the trap. All that was left was for his hunter to eat him alive.
“What’s wrong, Jaehyun-ah? Isn’t this a great survival tactic?” Yuta says, tossing his words back at him. “This way, both of our bodies will be warm. Heater be damned.”
Yuta rolls out from underneath Jaehyun, shrugging off his winter jacket and tossing it onto the couch. The silver chain around his necklace contrasts nicely against the black of his long sleeve shirt, cross knocking against his chest.
He receives a deep groan in response. Yuta can only chuckle, but it’s only a moment before Jaehyun’s brain catches up.
He pins Yuta down to the mattress again; this time, there’s more intention behind those muscles, fueled by the powerful wish to keep Yuta under his body.
“Assertive,” Yuta comments, hands reaching to unzip Jaehyun’s jacket. He helps Jaehyun slip out of the heavy garment before throwing it to the couch.
“You’re beautiful,” Jaehyun breathes heavily, eyes fixed to the man below him. “I want to make you mine.”
He leans down again to press open-mouthed kisses to Yuta’s jaw, a tickling trail leading down his neck. Jaehyun kisses like he is famished and as if he has never tasted a delicacy as rich as Yuta’s skin.
Sharp nips of teeth pinch at the juncture of Yuta’s neck and shoulder, leaving a blossoming bud of purple in its wake. A hot tongue smooths over the blemished skin as if to soothe the injury the very same mouth caused only seconds ago.
Yuta does not mind though. In fact, he arches his body upwards, towards Jaehyun’s willing mouth as if to say “I’m yours.”
This was what he wanted—more, more, and more— the sheer need cascading over him. Now that he had Jaehyun, he did not want to stop or take things slow. No, rather, he wanted to blast right to what they could be doing—what they should have been doing this whole time, this year they should have had together.
“Jaehyun,” Yuta calls out, his voice heavy with desire, urgency spilling from his mouth with each gasp. He lifts his hips. “Touch me.”
Jaehyun is quick to obey, perfectly happy to please. He reaches a hand down between their bodies, and he presses his palm down against the front of Yuta’s pants.
The move elicits a low moan from Yuta, who arches his hips upwards to meet Jaehyun’s grasp.
In turn, Jaehyun grabs at Yuta more firmly through the fabric with his fingers curling around the rapidly stiffening length.
“Take my pants off,” Yuta hisses impatiently.
Jaehyun chuckles, opening his mouth to tease, but shuts his mouth just as quickly. Instead of arguing, he is an obedient dog for Yuta, still mesmerized by him. He steadies himself, and it takes all of his control to prevent himself from drooling over Yuta.
With trembling hands, Jaehyun unbuttons and unzips Yuta’s pants. He sucks in the cool air, hoping to temper the raging fire within. In another quick motion, he’s peeling off Yuta’s pants and tossing them to the ground.
Dark brown eyes train on the solid bulge between Yuta’s legs.
Jaehyun whines, gaze flicking up to Yuta’s pleadingly. “Can I?”
“Can you what? Tell me, Jaehyun,” Yuta asks.
“Can I taste you?” Jaehyun asks and licks at his lips, resting a cheek up against the inside of Yuta’s thigh. His hot breath fans across Yuta’s crotch.
Yuta bites into his lower lip. “Yes, fuck. Please do.”
He drapes an arm over his eyes, obscuring his view as he sinks the back of his head further into the pillows.
Yuta feels a wet heat wrap around the tented fabric; Jaehyun peers up at Yuta as he flattens his tongue to lick a long stripe up along the length of Yuta’s clothed cock. Saliva coats the front of Yuta’s boxers as Jaehyun mouths over it, soaking into the material.
Jaehyun’s unhinged, Yuta thinks to himself.
Hands fumble at the elastic band of Yuta’s boxers, thumbs slipping inside the soft cotton as the final piece of Yuta’s clothing is removed. Yuta’s cock springs forth as he is unrestrained and his underwear is tossed aside like the rest.
A low hiss escapes past Yuta’s teeth as cool air hits his hot body. Inwardly, he can’t help remembering their earlier words and reflects on how effective this method of keeping warm truly is.
Jaehyun lets his eagerness get the best of himself. The palms of Jaehyun’s hands press into Yuta’s thighs. He leans forward, lips pursing into a kiss that he lightly presses to the head of Yuta’s cock.
Yuta rocks his hips forward, but Jaehyun forces his hips in place. Jaehyun is slow, taking his time to savor the taste of Yuta much to the chagrin of said man beneath him. A tongue flicks out to lap languid stripes at Yuta’s slit.
“You can do more than just that. Please, Jaehyun,” Yuta’s voice cracks, the desperation bleeding through.
Two hands whip down, finding a place within Jaehyun’s thick, obsidian locks. A pair of dark eyes glance up towards Yuta once again. The sight of Jaehyun between his legs, mouth on his cock, eyes pleading with him—it is unholy.
“Fuck. You should see yourself right now,” Yuta pants.
Jaehyun lowers his head, pressing tender kisses along Yuta’s shaft. He releases a hand from a thigh to cup at Yuta’s balls.
Yuta keens, unable to get enough of Jaehyun’s mouth. He tugs at Jaehyun’s hair and is rewarded with a delicious whimper.
“Yuta,” Jaehyun’s voice drags out, desperation high. He leads his tongue licking back up Yuta’s shaft, lolling at the slit once again to scoop precome into his mouth.
His lips part, taking Yuta’s cock into his mouth.
There’s a loud whine in the room, and it takes Yuta a moment to realize that he’s the source. His chest heaves as he watches Jaehyun’s eager head bob between his legs. The sound of wet suction fills the room as Jaehyun hollows his cheeks.
Yuta’s grip tightens in Jaehyun’s hair. It’s been mere moments, but Yuta already feels like he is about to reach his crescendo.
“Fuck. I want to kiss you. Come here,” Yuta demands and pulls firmly on Jaehyun’s hair again, urging the younger man up.
Conflict wages war inside of Yuta, its cause blamed on Jaehyun’s handsome face. Yuta wants everything all at once. He wants Jaehyun between his legs, sucking him off. He wants Jaehyun attached to his lips. He wants, he wants, he wants.
Judging by the state of Jaehyun, he’s not faring much better, his brain clearly having disintegrated.
The distance between them is closed once again as their lips meet. Yuta notes the taste of himself on Jaehyun’s lips, a grin interrupting the kiss. He feels Jaehyun moving, and it takes him a moment to realize why, but within seconds, he hears the familiar noise of clothing colliding with the ground.
Bare skin slides against bare skin as Jaehyun presses his nude chest flush with Yuta’s.
As their lips part, a thin string of saliva connects the two. Yuta stares at Jaehyun with glazed eyes. The want overtakes his taut body and makes him feel close to bursting into pieces. He lifts a hand up to his own lips, depositing saliva on his fingers.
“Spit,” He instructs Jaehyun before raising his fingers to press at Jaehyun’s lips.
Of course, Jaehyun is compliant—well, maybe more than just compliant. Jaehyun takes a finger between his lips, suckling gently on the digit. He coats Yuta’s index finger with saliva before letting go with a pop.
Yuta’s jaw hangs open momentarily before he comes to grips with himself. His hands snake between their bodies, and he leans his hips forward to press his cock directly against Jaehyun’s.
With both hands, he takes hold of them both, their mixed saliva acting as a lubricant. It would work, for now.
A loud keen vibrates through Jaehyun’s throat, his forehead collapsing against Yuta’s shoulder.
“Does that f-feel good, baby?” Yuta manages, his own breathing labored.
He feels a nod against him.
“Good,” Yuta purrs, the rhythm of his hands quickening with the positive encouragement.
Jaehyun’s arms wrap around Yuta’s body, holding him close. Blunt fingernails dig into Yuta, leaving red trails in their wake. Yuta loves this, loves how Jaehyun leaves his marks along his body.
Jaehyun’s hips rock forward, sliding his cock along Yuta’s. Yuta’s own hips jerk forward to meet Jaehyun’s pace, breaths stuttering. He keeps his grip around their dicks tight.
Shaky moans fill the room as both men rut feverishly against each other. A year’s worth of pining reaches its boiling point as their bodies meld together.
“I’m going to come,” Jaehyun says, his voice husky against Yuta’s ear.
Goosebumps prickle down his neck and on his arms. Yuta is silent, unable to think as he fucks his hips quicker into his hands, rubbing frantically against Jaehyun as he nears his own climax.
Pricks of pain line down Yuta’s back as Jaehyun buries his nails deeper, a deep moan resounding through the motel room. It’s music to Yuta’s ears—Yuta thinks this must be his new favorite song.
Warmth soon follows, leaving white strings along his hand and belly as Jaehyun comes. Yuta groans, the idea of using Jaehyun’s cum as extra lubrication fueling the building desire in his core.
With the last of his energy, he gives a few more hard thrusts before he empties his load into his hands, cum mixing with Jaehyun’s.
Both settle down from their highs with harsh pants. Jaehyun presses his lips to Yuta’s neck, leaving a delicate kiss. His lips purse, as if to speak, but it takes several moments before either of them can do more than catch their breath.
“That was hot, Yuta,” Jaehyun says finally, meeting Yuta’s eyes with a bright smile. He looks happy, and Yuta can't help but mirror the expression with a giddy smile of his own. He's happy too. This feels right. This was right.
“Do you think we’re hot enough now to survive the night? Or should we keep going? You know, for our survival, ” Yuta jokes. He earns an amused grin from Jaehyun, who leans close to Yuta’s face to offer yet another kiss.
—
When they come apart again, Jaehyun moves to sit on the bed.
“I’ll go get a towel to clean us up, then we should probably put our clothes back on. We can still share body heat.”
The bed sinks and rises as Jaehyun shuffles out of the bed, rushing to retrieve a hand towel to wipe at their abdomens and Yuta’s hands. As soon as he finishes, he reaches down to recollect his clothes.
Yuta’s sharp eyes watch Jaehyun the whole time. Jaehyun has always been reliable, and he cannot help the flurry of butterflies still caught in the snares of his chest. It does not help that Jaehyun’s body is built. The muscles in Jaehyun’s back pull taut as he bends down. Yuta pulls the comforter over his head, willing himself to calm down.
“Did you bring pajamas?” Jaehyun asks from beside the bed. His close proximity startles Yuta, and he curses himself for behaving like it's his first rodeo.
“Yes,” Yuta mumbles. “It should be on the left side of my suitcase.”
Yuta peeks out from the safety of the blanket, noticing that Jaehyun has already changed into sleepwear and is holding Yuta’s own pajamas out to him. He takes the set and doesn’t bother to come out from under the covers while he slips into the clothing.
The bed dips once again as Jaehyun rejoins Yuta under the covers. He presses his chest against Yuta’s shoulder. “Ah, nice and warm,” Jaehyun sighs, wrapping an arm around Yuta’s torso.
The reality of the situation still surges through Yuta’s brain. When he thinks about it, Jaehyun is his ideal partner, so of course they belong together. Jaehyun is his anchor, mooring him when heavy turbulence threatens to cast him overboard. Why hadn’t he realized it before? It was crazy for him to think that they share feelings, that he could possibly be something like that to Jaehyun too. He wonders if he is Jaehyun’s lighthouse, shining a path of incandescent light ahead in his life. There’s been plenty of evidence indicating so, if Yuta takes Jaehyun’s shaking laughs and dimples as any such cue.
“Am I dreaming?” Yuta muses.
“You’re still awake as far as I can tell,” Jaehyun’s voice is next to his ear.
“So you and me, are we…?” He hopes Jaehyun cannot hear his damned heartbeat rabbiting in his chest.
“If you want to be,” Jaehyun laughs softly. “I hope you do,” he adds, quieter.
“Yes,” Yuta swallows, but he keeps his composure enough to turn his body, now facing Jaehyun directly. “Let’s date.”
Jaehyun reaches both hands up to cup Yuta’s cheeks. This time, Yuta beats Jaehyun to the punch and seals his lips against Jaehyun’s.