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Jay can’t remember the last time he saw his family face-to-face. Not because of some blowout or bad blood, he’s still close with them - his dad, his mom, his older sister. They text, they call, they send each other the same dumb memes everyone else does.
But four years ago, he packed up and moved to LA for work, and life just…consumed him. New friends, new environment, new rules. He finally got to do all the shit he couldn’t when he was growing up with a silver spoon and everyone telling him what to do.
Then came the heartbreak.
Now he’s back in Connecticut after a full day of flying because his mom called twice, his sister sent the ominous you seriously need to come home, and his dad—king of short texts—wrote: It’s important.
Jay could’ve gone straight to the big house. Instead, he booked a room at the Mayflower Inn & Spa and told himself it was for the quiet. Truth was, he didn’t want noise tonight. No cousins asking why he looked tired, no relatives interrogating his single status, no well-meaning questions that would circle back to K.
The second he arrived at the hotel room, Jay dropped his suitcase and fell backward onto the bed, arms spread like he’d been shot. He stared at the ceiling.
Home sweet home, I guess.
The AC droned low. Everything felt too clean, too still.
Memories gradually crept in—high school sneaking out, mandatory family dinners, his sister yelling at him through the bathroom door—but they all got shoved aside by the same face that had been haunting him for months.
K.
The cheating. The aspiring actress from set. The dramatic scene in their apartment where Jay threw K’s shit into the hallway and changed the locks while K cried in the hallway like he was the victim.
Since that day, Jay tried everything to scrub the memory out. Drinking. A couple nights getting high. The gym until his muscles got sore. Nothing stuck. Nothing worked.
Until Sunghoon, his best friend back in LA, gave him the world’s most predictable advice.
“Sleep with someone else. Replace the last dick in your system.”
Jay had laughed at him then. Called him disgusting. Swore he wasn’t that guy.
Turns out misery makes a man compliant.
He tried it.
First was Soobin - sweet, gentle, checked in every two seconds like Jay was some fragile thing. Nice enough, but Jay left the guy’s place still feeling hollow.
Second was Yeonjun. Crass, mouthy, fun. Except Jay ended up topping, and that wasn’t the kind of reset he was after. He liked being on the receiving end. Liked getting dominated.
Still, it worked enough. For a few hours, he didn’t think about K. That was an improvement in itself.
Now here he was, jet-lagged as hell in a hotel room, horny and restless and done pretending he could just sleep it off.
Phone in hand, Jay opened Raya as if he were picking out takeout. This was his norm post K. Same app where he met Soobin and Yeonjun. He swiped through the curated smiles and gym pics, half-laughing at himself.
An ice cream shop for emotionally unavailable guys and gals.
First profile that actually made him pause: Jaemin.
Charming. Bright smile. Buff. Jay tapped through to the linked Instagram and scrolled through it.
Gym mirrors. Beach shots. Laughing with friends.
Then the same guy kept showing up. Jeno. Arm around Jaemin’s shoulders. Jeno asleep on Jaemin’s chest. Jeno and Jaemin kissing under string lights with a heart caption.
Jay exhaled through his nose.
Taken. Of course.
He closed the profile fast. No matter how hot Jaemin was, Jay wasn’t touching that. He’d been the idiot waiting at home while someone else got the good parts of his boyfriend. He wasn’t about to do that to anyone else.
Next.
Lucas.
Tanned skin, chiseled jaw, big smile. Sleeveless gym pics that made Jay’s brain supply some very "bad thoughts." He clicked over to Instagram. Hiking. Parties. Sports cars. More parties.
Then the makeout shots began.
Lucas with his tongue down one girl’s throat on a boat. Lucas biting some guy’s neck in a club. Lucas, with another girl in his lap, a hand shamelessly cupping one boob. Different people every few posts.
Jay kept scrolling like the next photo might redeem him.
It didn’t.
“Jeez,” he muttered. “Does this guy ever go home alone?”
He closed the profile, tossed his phone onto his stomach, and groaned at the ceiling.
Is there one decent, hot, single guy in this entire fucking town?
Sunghoon popped into his head uninvited: Don’t give up, babe. Horny people are the most determined people on earth.
Jay snorted. Oh, Sunghoon, you lil' skeeze.
He wasn’t raised to quit. And right now he was too wired, too pent-up, too tired of his own thoughts to stop.
Third time’s the charm, his dad always said.
Jay picked his phone back up and opened Raya again.
Scroll.
No.
Scroll.
Too young.
Scroll.
Fish-in-the-profile-pic guy. Hard pass.
He was one bad swipe away from ordering dessert and handling business the old-fashioned way when a new face filled the screen.
Jay’s thumb stopped mid-swipe.
His attention focused.
There he was.
Johnny.
•
Johnny’s profile looked decent.
And by decent, Jay meant a bangable candidate. 31. Business Manager. 6'2". The main profile was of him sitting in a café, one hand around a coffee cup, half-smiling.
Jay sat up fast, hugging a pillow to his chest as he zoomed in on the background.
“No flippin' way.”
CFCF Coffee. The same spot he and his sister used to hit every weekend back in high school. She’d always order some over-the-top seasonal drink, while Jay acted like black cold brew made him look mature. He’d mostly gone for the almond croissants and the chance to people-watch.
He tapped through to the linked Instagram before he could overthink it.
Johnny didn’t post much, which Jay liked. A handful of shots with friends at dinner, a couple from basketball games where he towered over everyone else, some sunsets, a few hiking trails. Normal stuff. Nothing try-hard.
Then Jay found the reels.
He tapped the first one and immediately regretted it.
Johnny doing push-ups, camera low on the floor so every dip brought his chest and shoulders straight toward the lens. Arms flexing hard under a dark tank. A sexy, low grunt tumbled out near the end.
Jay’s mouth went super dry. The thirst is real.
He watched it twice.
The next reel was deadlifts. No face, just the grip on the bar, the strain in his forearms, the pull of fabric across his back as he lifted. Another inviting grunt, bassier this time.
“Oh my,” Jay muttered, toes curling into the duvet.
He kept scrolling. Pull-ups. Spotting a friend. Sitting on a bench, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe sweat off his face, and flashing a quick strip of stomach.
None of it felt staged. Johnny wasn’t posing or smoldering. It made the whole thing worse. Or better. Way better.
Jay pressed the heart on Raya before he could talk himself out of it.
Then he tossed the phone down, stood up, and headed for the shower. He needed one anyway after traveling all day, and if nothing happened tonight, at least he’d feel refreshed. If something did happen…well. Better to be ready.
He took his time under the hot water, prepping his downstairs just in case. Realistic. Practical. The possibility of getting nothing tonight was still high, but the possibility of getting exactly what he needed felt worth the effort.
Towel on his hips when he strolled out, damp hair pushed back, he felt cleaner and a lot more awake. He unplugged his phone from the charger and scrolled through notifications—work emails, his mom checking in, Sunghoon being nosy, cousins asking if he’d landed.
Then a Raya alert popped up.
Jay has never clicked anything so fast.
They’d matched.
And Johnny had already messaged.
📱 Johnny: Hi.
Jay let out a quiet, embarrassing little laugh and covered his mouth with one hand.
God, I’m such a needy bottom.
He didn’t even care. He hadn’t been properly fucked since K, and while his ex was a cheating asshole, the man could deliver when it counted. Jay wanted that feeling again - wanted it bad.
He typed, deleted, typed again.
📱 Jay: Good. You?
He hit send and instantly cringed. Too flat. Too safe. He was about to follow up with something smoother when Johnny replied.
📱 Johnny: I’m good. Just bored. Could use some company.
Jay’s grin came fast and wide.
There it was. The opening.
📱 Jay: Me too. All alone in this hotel room. Just wondering...what are you doing here on this app?
📱 Johnny: Initially wanted to make friends. Did that. Ended up doing "a little more."
Jay snorted. Honest. He could respect that.
📱 Jay: Same. Had a few one-night things through the app.
He paused, then decided to push just a bit.
📱 Jay: Hey, not too personal, but what exactly do you manage?
📱 Johnny: Family business. You? Your profile says assistant director. What do you direct?
📱 Jay: Sitcoms, mostly. Not a full director yet. What kind of family business?
The reply took a second.
📱 Johnny: We own an upscale café and pastry shop.
Jay stared at the screen, thumb hovering. Recalling Johnny's photo.
📱 Jay: Hang on. Don’t tell me your family owns CFCF Coffee.
This time, the pause felt longer. Then:
📱 Johnny: Yep. But don’t tell anyone. Our secret.
Jay laughed out loud.
Jackpot.
Hot and humble. What a dangerous combo.
📱 Jay: I appreciate the classified info. For full transparency, I’m a huge fan. You guys make the best coffee. No lie.
📱 Johnny: Now you’re making me blush, Jay. Thanks. That means a lot! We work hard on quality~ coffee, pastries, everything. Glad I found one of our customers on here.
Jay smiled down at his phone. He was enjoying this conversation more than he expected. Johnny sounded…nice. Easy to talk to. A guy Jay could actually chat with, even if the night didn’t end in sex.
But then Johnny made the decision for him.
📱 Johnny: You honestly sound so nice, Jay. Maybe it would be even “nicer” if we spoke in person?
Jay’s stomach did a tiny cartwheel. Big J's makin' a move.
📱 Jay: I’d like that. Should I come over?
📱 Johnny: No. Let me come to you.
Jay bit his lip, heat winding low in his belly.
Gentleman. Please don’t be too gentle once you get here.
📱 Jay: Okay, Johnny. I’ll call reception. Here’s the address.
He sent the hotel details, then added:
📱 Jay: Drive safe.
📱 Johnny: Thanks, SYL.
•
A knock sounded at the door.
Here we go.
Jay tightened the belt on his bathrobe one last time, making sure it sat loose enough to send the "right message," and opened the door.
“Hey,” Johnny smiled.
The word died fast. His eyes dragged over Jay - bare legs, open chest, pointed jawline, then straight back up to his face. Open. Appreciative. No attempt at playing it cool.
Jay felt the heat of that look everywhere and liked it.
He returned the favor without shame.
Johnny stood there in brown Chelsea boots, light jeans hugging thick thighs and a full crotch, a fitted tank stretched across his pecs, and an open flannel thrown over it like an afterthought. The whole outfit should’ve been basic. On Johnny, it looked expensive.
Jay’s gaze caught on Johnny's watch. Jaeger-LeCoultre. He knew the model. Eleven and a half grand, easy.
Ok. So, Johnny might just be who he claims he is.
"Come in."
Johnny stepped inside, eyes flicking to Jay’s wrist. “Nice watch.”
'Course it was, he was wearing a Breguet. Johnny would definitely notice. If you know, you know.
“Right back at ya.”
Jay closed the door and flipped the lock.
The click echoed.
Johnny smirked. Jay tried not to grin too much, keeping his cool.
“So, what was it you wanted to talk abou—”
Johnny spun him.
One hand slammed flat beside Jay’s head on the wood. The other caught his waist. Before Jay could finish the sentence, Johnny’s mouth melded into his.
The kiss was passionate. No warm-up, no hesitation. Just heat and tongue. The type of pressure that made Jay’s knees want to give out.
Johnny didn’t come to talk. Good. Neither did Jay.
He nabbed the back of Johnny’s neck and pulled him closer, tilting his head to get more. Johnny’s free hand slid down, caught Jay’s thigh, and hiked it up around his hip. Their bodies pressed tight. Jay felt the hard line of Johnny’s cock through the jeans and groaned into his mouth.
Johnny smiled right on his lips. “Fuck, you make pretty sounds.”
Jay nipped at Johnny's bottom lip. “Shut up and kiss me harder.”
Johnny did. Deep, filthy, spit-slick. His hand found Jay’s ass under the robe and squeezed. Jay had always known he had a fat ass—guys never shut up about it—but Johnny groped like he’d been thinking about it since the moment he walked in. Jay’s breath hitched, loving how callous Johnny's hands were.
Newsflash: Jay was 5'11" and solid, but Johnny had three inches and a whole lot of muscle on him. Their height and size difference were apparent.
Being pinned like this felt stupidly good.
Johnny suddenly scooped him up. Jay’s other leg wrapped around his waist on instinct.
“Jesus—”
Johnny chuckled low, carrying him toward the bed. “You good?”
“Yeah. Just…warn a guy next time.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
He set Jay down beside the mattress, still kissing him like he couldn’t stop. Jay tugged at Johnny’s flannel. Discarding it to the side. Then he yanked the tank top up, dragging his mouth over every inch he uncovered—tight abs, broad-beefy pecs, those ridiculous nipples.
Johnny stifled a moan when Jay licked one, then sucked. “You like those, huh?”
Jay answered by biting the other one lightly. Johnny’s breath stuttered. But Johnny wasn’t here to get worshipped all night. He unbuckled his belt, popped the button on his jeans, letting Jay know exactly where this was headed.
Jay pulled back enough to speak against his skin. “We’ll get to that later, big guy—”
He lifted Johnny’s arm, buried his face in the hairy pit, and inhaled deep. Then licked a slow stripe across it.
Johnny let out a rough moan. “You’re such a freak, Jay.”
Jay grinned, lapping at him again while his free hand squeezed the thick bicep. “These are fuckin' insane.”
“Have you ever had guns like these?” Johnny flexed on purpose, making the muscle jump under Jay’s palm.
Jay shook his head, biting down on the swell of it. “Never.”
He squeezed, licked, kissed—biceps, shoulders, neck—before crashing their mouths together again. While they kissed, Jay untied his own robe. It pooled at his feet.
Johnny’s hand grasped a handful of his bare ass and squeezed hard. Jay smiled into the kiss, then moved lower—kissing down the center of Johnny’s chest, over the ridges of his six-pack, following the happy trail until he was on his knees.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Johnny’s pants and Versace briefs, tugged them down, slowly.
Jay yanked them lower and lower, revealing more of that hung, vascular flesh. It seemed to go on endlessly, so Jay (being as impatient as he is) just resolved to pull those jeans and knickers all the way to the ground.
The cock that sprang out was absurd.
Notably thick, exceptionally long, veiny, cut, with a fat mushroom head already leaking globs of pre. It drooped heavily against Jay’s shoulder.
“Fuck,” Jay breathed, eyes wide, about to hold it.
Johnny tskd. “No touching yet.”
Jay looked up, confused. “How am I supposed to—”
“Hands behind your back.”
Jay obeyed without thinking, crossing his wrists at the base of his spine. Johnny pulled the belt free from his jeans, looped it around Jay’s wrists, and cinched it just tight enough.
He tested the hold once and felt the give disappear completely. A thrill settled deep in Jay's chest at how quickly he’d let himself be restrained. No second thoughts.
Johnny sat on the edge of the bed, propped himself up on one elbow, and kept a loose grip on the belt like a leash.
Jay leaned in and wrapped his lips around the head. Relying on his upper body strength to stay bent atop.
He could only take nearly half of it, but he worked it eagerly, tongue swirling as his head bobbed.
"C'mon, Jay, you can do better than that," Johnny’s hips rolled forward, feeding him more. Two-thirds in, and Jay’s throat bulged. His eyes watered.
URKK.
“That’s it,” Johnny hissed. “Keep sucking daddy's cock.”
Jay hummed around him, the vibration pulling a groan from Johnny.
“Fuckin' slut,” Johnny muttered. His free hand combed into Jay’s hair. He started moving Jay’s head faster, using his mouth like a pocketpussy.
Obscene wet sounds resonated in the dim room. Spit dripped down Jay’s chin in thick strands, coating Johnny’s raging shaft. Tears on Jay’s cheeks, but he never pulled away.
Johnny fucked his throat relentlessly.
GAWK. GAWK. GAWK.
GAWK. GAWK. GAWK.
"Yeah, suck it. Suck that shit!"
Jay gagged around the thick length, choking for what felt like minutes, but he loved every second of it. Love how much he couldn't breathe, throat full of dick.
That aside, Johnny’s stamina was something else. Jay had blown K like this on multiple occasions, and the guy would’ve tapped out in under two minutes. He knew his head game was elite, but Johnny just kept going, steady and in control.
Jay’s jaw ached, saliva sliding freely. The robust rhythm made something inside him loosen further, like every deep push of Johnny's dick was pulling apart the last unsettling knots of tension he’d carried for months.
"Such a good little slut."
The praise made Jay moan louder around his cock.
Johnny seemed like he could hold out much, much longer.
"Ahh~you suck cock like a ch-champ, Jay."
Johnny rasped in a husky, half-groan.
He sounds so fuckin' hot. Jay would’ve happily stayed on his knees all night, but Johnny had other plans. He hooked his hands under Jay’s arms, lifted him clean off the floor, and rotated him mid-air.
Jay let out a surprised laugh that cut off fast when Johnny squashed his face between his cheeks.
“Lemme taste this dirty pussy,” Johnny mumbled, nose pressed right into his rosy pucker.
Jay was glad he’d prepped in the shower. Johnny didn’t hold back—tongue drilling in, predatorial, spit-slick. He held Jay up with such ease, forearms locked around his coccyx. Jay’s bound hands stayed useless behind his back while he tried to keep sucking Johnny’s cock. It was a chore, but Jay was determined.
It was a standing 69, and Johnny didn’t even shake.
Jay moaned more audibly around the thick shaft, eyes watering. No one had ever eaten him out this aggressively (or in this crazy position). Johnny spat on his hole, licked it back in, then bit down on the soft flesh of his ass like he couldn’t get enough.
Jay gave up trying to deepthroat properly. He let his cheek rest against Johnny’s thigh, lips and tongue lazily working the side of that massive cock while Johnny devoured him.
It felt filthy, and out of character for Jay, but he liked it - behaving like some paid prostitute for this sexy stranger.
Then Johnny flipped him again - bodyslammed him down onto the mattress so Jay’s head hung off the edge.
“Let’s keep that pretty mouth busy,” Johnny said, tapping the leaking head of his cock against Jay’s lips before shoving in.
UWURKKK. Jay gagged hard. Johnny didn’t slow down. He leaned over Jay’s body and took his dick into his own mouth in one smooth motion.
Now it was a real 69—Johnny’s hips plummeting rapidly, fucking Jay’s throat while he sucked him off at the same damn time.
The wet, lewd, fellatio noises rose. Jay’s mouth produced thicker strings of spit that ran down his face, dripping into his hair. Every jab made him choke and retch, more teardrops sliding from the corners of his eyes.
Johnny fucked his face like a maniac.
Which only got more rabid with time. But soon...
"Fucking your dumb mouth feels like fuckin' a real cunt!!"
His hips stuttered. Jay felt the girthy appendage expand even thicker in his gullet, cutting off his air completely. PLAP. PLAP. Two brutal thrusts later, Johnny buried himself to the hilt and came.
“Shitt—” Johnny grunted.
Hot pulses fired straight down Jay’s throat. He had nowhere to go, wrists still bound, head hanging off the bed while Johnny rode it out with shallow, wanton humps.
Cum overflowed fast - dribbling from the corners of Jay’s stretched lips, running down his face, and sticky forehead.
“Hmm-mm. Drink all that shit, you whore,” Johnny hissed, still grinding his hips, pushing the mess deeper.
Jay coughed and sputtered around the lodged cock, more spit and cum bubbling out. He looked pathetic, abused. Johnny finally pulled back after what felt like forever. The wet pop when his swollen head left Jay’s mouth was disgusting - magnified by the numerous dense cords of sperm that came right after.
Jay gasped for air, coughing hard, chest heaving.
“Good job,” Johnny praised, a conniving grin forming.
He didn’t give Jay long to recover. A fist twisted in his hair and yanked him upright. Jay hissed at the sting.
Johnny sat back against the stacked pillows and pulled Jay over him.
“Ride me,” he said. It wasn’t a request. “~Ride this fucking dick!”
With Jay’s hands still bound behind his back, Johnny lifted him easily, lined up, and lowered him onto his standing, crimson erection.
The fat head breached Jay’s hole. His eyes flew wide. The initial thick push made his rim yield, robbing whatever breath he had left out of his lungs. Thighs trembling as his body struggled to make room for something that felt impossibly big, setting all his nerves alight.
“Goddd—” Jay squirmed from head to his curled toes.
Johnny didn’t stop. Inch after thick inch sank in. Jay cried out, rim stretching, body fighting the immense size. Johnny just kept sliding him down.
“What’s the matter?” Johnny mocked, eyes dark. “Too much for your lil’ pussy, Jay?”
Jay nodded frantically, whimpering. “It’s too big—fuck, nghh!"
“That’s what they always say.” Johnny sneered and whipped his hips hard, burying the rest in one cruel snap.
Jay wailed. The stretch burned, but Johnny didn’t give him time to adjust. He commenced railing upward, hips smashing, bouncing Jay on his horse cock like a lifeless sex doll.
A faint bulge appeared in Jay’s lower belly with every deep thrust. Johnny noticed and grinned. “Well, look what we've got here,” he muttered, circling his hips so the bulge shifted visibly under Jay’s skin.
Jay gasped at the sight, pain slowly bleeding into brash, overwhelming pleasure. No one had ever fucked him this deep. This good. Not K. Not the others.
This realization triggered him to ride harder as his bound hands reached back to massage Johnny’s heavy balls.
Johnny’s groan was loud. “Fuck, Jayy—”
The added stimulation made Johnny’s cock throb back to full, concrete hardness. He slapped Jay’s ass hard, then again, watching the fat cheeks jiggle and clap.
“God, it’s so tight,” Johnny growled, voice breaking as his advances turned sloppy. "You're gonna make me nut!!"
“Inside me—cum inside me, please,” Jay begged, riding desperately.
Johnny’s muscles flexed, his body tensing hard. “This pussy is the tightest fucking cunttt—ahh, shit, SHIT—”
He propelled up one last time and came, breeding Jay with viscous, hot spurts! The wet, frothy sounds of his cock churning cum grew louder as he kept fucking through it, nailing Jay’s prostate on every stroke.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
Jay’s head whipped back. A raw, erotic cry tore out of him as he came untouched, cock pulsing wildly. Rope after arching rope of cum splattered across Johnny’s neck, jouncing pectorals, and fucked-out face while Jay's dick flailed between them.
Johnny ogled up at him, awed, still wedged deep and twitching inside Jay’s constricting hole.
•
"I'm losing my mind on your damn cock!"
Jay gritted the words out between harsh breaths, still bouncing hard and fast even though his thighs were screaming. He should’ve been tapped out. But he kept chasing the addictive high, riding Johnny through the aftershocks while the man underneath him looked completely wrecked.
Then, in a turn of events, the discomfort in Johnny’s face wrung into something darker, hungrier. His cock didn’t soften. If anything, it grew inside Jay, stretching him even more.
Jay’s pupils dilated. Again? Already?
“J-Johnny?” he panted.
Johnny’s grip on his hips tightened, followed by a gruff, broken whimper~
“G-gonna come again!”
Jay didn’t even think. He lifted off Johnny’s cock with a filthy, wet pop, cum already leaking out of his crack and down his thighs. He fell back onto the mattress, head hanging off the edge, mouth open and waiting.
“On my face. Cum on my face, Daddy!”
Johnny moved fast, swinging a leg over and mounting Jay’s chest. He wrapped a fist around his slick, angry cock and started stroking - base to tip, slow and calculated. The low lamp light caught every ridge of his abs, the heavy rise and fall of his pecs, the way his triceps, biceps, and forearms flexed with each tug.
Jay drooled at the glorious view of Johnny’s soaked pubes, his fat cockhead glistening, penile veins standing out. He looked godly.
“Give it to me,” Jay pleaded, tongue unfurled. “Dump all that cum in my mouth, Daddy.”
Johnny’s abs clenched hard. Nothing sprayed out—the outpour of ejaculate just dripped. Slow, heavy blobs of cum fell straight onto Jay’s tongue, then his lips, then his cheek.
“Ohh, Fuckkk,” Johnny hissed, milking himself through it. His whole body jerked with every ample discharge.
Even on his third load, Johnny still gave Jay eight long, creamy pulses, the ninth spilling over the corner of Jay’s mouth and sliding down his ear.
Jay didn’t swallow. He craned his neck up, encased his lips around the head, and sucked the whole spooge-doused length back down his throat in one languid motion.
“Fuck, fuck—f-fuckk,” Johnny groaned, thighs shaking.
He snatched the back of Jay’s head and pushed deeper until Jay’s nose pressed into his musky pubes. Jay coughed around the stout base, sending more cum and spit gurgling out around his lips and down Johnny’s balls.
Johnny saw the whole thing unravel, stunned. “Holy shit, J~Jay. FFFuck.”
Jay pulled back slowly, sweeping his tongue up the underside, then swirled it around the sensitive head before spitting the collected load back onto Johnny’s cock in one nasty, lustrous mess.
“Can’t get enough of this monster,” Jay purred, eyes half-lidded and wicked as they locked eyes.
Johnny let out a shaky laugh that sounded half-dazed. “God, you’re the sexiest fucker I’ve ever met.”
Jay half-smiled and swallowed him down again, assertive and wet. Johnny’s cock jolted hard, swelling back to full hardness in Jay’s throat.
Goddamn.
“How about I breed you one more time?” Johnny stuttered, tone hoarse.
Jay chuckled around his dick, the vibration pulling another curse out of Johnny. It was his special way of saying, yes.
Johnny lied, though.
They didn’t stop at one more round. They went five (or six) more before Johnny called it a night, showered together, and left, the two of them exchanging personal numbers on the way out.
🏠︎
Jay woke up the next day with a big smile. Nothing beats the feeling of pulling an all-nighter with a big one.
His ass stung, his back ached like he’d been hit by a truck, and he’d barely slept past 4 in the morning, but none of it mattered. Last night had been worth every single sore muscle.
He stretched carefully, winced, then grabbed his phone. The Uber to his parents’ house was already booked. While the car made its way through Connecticut traffic, Jay opened his messages and typed.
📱 Jay: Morning. Just wanted to say thanks for last night. Pretty sure you ruined every other hookup for me, so congrats.
The reply came faster than he expected.
📱 Johnny: I’m glad you texted. You beat me to it! I was just about to message you, too.
Jay laughed a lil', bit his lip, and replied.
📱 Jay: Good. I’d like to see you again before I leave town.
📱 Johnny: I’d love that. Dinner later?
📱 Jay: I’d love that too, but first I have this family thing. I’ll keep you posted once I escape.
📱 Johnny: Looking forward to it ❤️
Jay gaped at the heart emoji like a love-struck fool the entire ride. Don’t get soft now, Park. It was one night.
The Uber pulled up to the big white house with its irrational number of bedrooms and perfectly manicured lawn. Jay thanked the driver, hopped out of the car, adjusted his coat, and rang the doorbell.
His mom opened the door and pulled him into a hug.
“Jay! Oh, we missed you so much.”
“I missed you too, Mom.” He hugged her back, breathing in the familiar scent of home.
She pulled away and looked him over, fingers brushing his expensive coat. “Look at you. This is gorgeous. And you’ve lost weight? You look so fit.”
Jay chuckled. “I try to hit the gym at least three times a week.”
More relatives poured into the foyer—cousins, aunts, uncles—crowding him with hugs and loud questions about LA and the shows he worked on. It was overwhelming in the best and worst ways. He loved them, but after years of peaceful independence, the noise hit hard and fast.
“When did you get in?” his mom asked as they walked through the dining room toward the backyard luncheon.
“Late last night,” Jay said. A small lie. He didn’t need them knowing he’d spent the night at a hotel getting absolutely railed instead of coming straight home.
His mom squeezed his arm. “We’re just happy you made it.”
They passed the long dining table on their way outside. Jay glanced at the setup in the backyard—tables, flowers, too many relatives already drinking mimosas.
“By the way, Mom, what’s this abrupt luncheon about? Did Jenna get a promotion or something?”
Mrs. Park opened her mouth. “Well, not quite—”
“Jayyy!”
His sister came barreling into the room from the hallway and launched herself at him. Jay laughed and caught her in a fierce hug.
“Hey, Jenna! God, it’s been too long.”
“I know!” She pulled back, grinning. “You look good. Annoying, but good.”
“Right back at you," Jay giggled. "So what’s this big family thing about? Promotion?”
Jenna’s eyes sparkled. “Nope. Better.”
She raised her left hand out.
"Bam!"
The ring was humongous - a 4 ct. oval diamond center stone surrounded by a halo of melee gemstones, the band glittering with even more. It caught the light like some prized treasure.
Jay’s mouth fell open. “No fucking way!”
“Yes fucking way!” Jenna squealed.
He yanked her into another hug. “Congratulations! This is bonkers. When did this happen?!”
“Recently. It was fast, but you know us. We see something we want, and we grab it with both hands!”
“Touché," Jay laughed softly. "I don't want to steal your thunder, sis, but I actually met someone, too.”
Jenna’s face lit up. “Really? That’s perfect timing!”
“Yeah,” Jay said, smiling despite himself. “It’s very new, but…yeah.”
His mom beamed. “We’d love to meet him!”
Jenna nodded. “Especially after that cheating ex of yours. Good riddance.”
Jay snorted. “Thanks, guys. But enough about me. Who’s the lucky guy?”
Right on cue, their dad walked in from the backyard.
“Jay!” Mr. Park pulled him into a warm hug. “Missed you, bud.”
“Missed you too, Dad.”
Jenna bounced on her toes. “Oh, he’s here! Jay, I want you to meet my fiancé.”
Jay turned, still grinning.
“Jay, this is Johnny. Johnny, this is my brother Jongseong~ but everyone in the fam calls him Jay.”
The smile on Jay’s face died in an instant.
Tall. Dark hair. Broad shoulders in a crisp button-down. The same Jaeger-LeCoultre watch on his wrist. The same mouth Jay had kissed for hours last night.
Johnny stood frozen beside Jenna, drink in hand, face going pale.
Jenna kept talking, completely oblivious, playfully smacking Johnny’s arm. “I should’ve mentioned that earlier, huh?”
Mrs. Park sighed happily. “Isn’t he so handsome?”
Mr. Park nodded. “And his family owns that café you and Jenna love. CFF sumthin' sumthin'.”
"CFCF, Dad!" Jenna chimed in as the family laughed.
Jay couldn’t speak.
It took a beat, but Johnny recovered sooner, kind of. He set his glass down and extended his hand.
“Hi. I’m…Johnny.”
Jay stared at the hand that had gripped his hips, held his wrists, and spanked his ass till they bruised.
He forced himself to take it.
“Jay,” he said, trying his hardest to calm his emotions, though his stomach was in freefall. “N-Nice to meet you.”
Johnny lowered his gaze in guilt.
Jay wished he could do the same and disappear. But he needed to put on a show and be happy for Jenna.
"Congratulations again on your engagement."
"Thanks," Johnny managed a soft response.
— Last night was supposed to be a hookup. A clean reset. One wild mistake he could leave behind in Connecticut.
Now it was holding his sister close, sealed with a ring on her finger, and Jay’s number in his phone.
This is great.
Just fucking great.
END.