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The younger man took off his denim jacket, wiping his dirty forehead from the sweat that had collected upon his brow due to the humidity of the garage.
Tool in hand, Jongho bent over the open hood of the old car he and Yunho had forged into a police car a few months ago. So far, it had done them just fine when needed, but Jongho always seemed to be working on something when Yeosang stopped by. Perhaps to keep his hands busy.
This time however, Yeosang couldn't stop the way his eyes roamed over the man's broad back under his thin, black t-shirt, practically clinging to his form due to the extreme heat. Or how his tight, black jeans fit like a second skin around his muscular legs and the curve of his backside, calling to Yeosang's fingers. The way the silver, clunky chain necklace glimmered under the terrible fluorescent lighting above them as if begging to catch Yeosang's attention.
Jongho's golden skin moved over his forearms, all the way up to his strong biceps. There was grease near one of his elbows. It made Yeosang imagine those arms wrapped around him, caging him in and not letting go. Or the way his busy hands would feel raking over his paler skin, hardening his nipples underneath work roughened palms.
"Where's Yunho?" Yeosang couldn't help but ask curiously from where he leaned against his bike, distracting himself from his inappropriate thoughts. The food he'd delivered sat untouched on a table.
He technically had a few minutes to kill before he'd need to head back out and meet Seonghwa for another run, but for right now, his focus kept veering to the man covered in sweat and grease. The entire garage smelled like male musk, metal, and oil.
That day, the mixture was doing something to Yeosang's mind. Or maybe it was just the weather finally catching up to him after a long day. Even after the sun went down, the air was spicy and heavy, leaving them all uncomfortable.
"He's meeting up with Mingi-hyung for briefing," Jongho answered, not looking over at Yeosang as he kept working and focusing on whatever he was doing.
Yeosang couldn't help but snort. "I highly doubt it's just briefing."
Jongho huffed a laugh under his breath. "Indeed."
Yeosang considered Jongho then, a bubbling thrill sparking in his belly the longer he watched him, and glanced at the garage door that was left open in an attempt to allow fresh air to flow inside.
The air was of course still thick with moisture and so Yeosang pulled his leather jacket off, leaving him in just a black tank to reap the benefits of baring his skin, instantly feeling cooler. His muscled arms shone under the lights as if he had oiled himself up while he sat the jacket over the seat of his bike.
"Are you heading out soon, then?" Jongho asked, still not looking over. A repeated tink tink sound filled the garage. "You don't usually linger this long. Is Seonghwa-hyung expecting you back?"
"Ah, I do need to get back soon," Yeosang agreed with a small nod to himself. But instead of getting ready to leave, as he should have, Yeosang stepped away from his bike, boots upon the concrete floor, and leaned on the car beside Jongho.
His back hit the cool metal and was satisfied when Jongho finally looked up, dark eyes taking in the sight of Yeosang there with his lips curled upward in a tiny, seemingly innocent smile with noticeably less layers on than usual.
Jongho straightened immediately, eyes flickering down Yeosang's form, before catching on his heated gaze. His lips twisted into a small smirk. "What are you doing?"
Yeosang's heart quickened as he shrugged a bare shoulder like his adrenaline wasn't pumping at the knowing, burning attention of the man who had haunted his every dream and thought for the last few months they'd been stationed apart.
And Jongho seemed to be all too aware of that by the heated look he gave him.
Yeosang stepped into Jongho's personal space, inhaling his alluring scent of sandalwood mixed with hard work and summer heat. His long fingers lifted to idly play with Jongho's necklace.
"My bike has been making this weird sound," Yeosang murmured, watching as Jongho's gaze shifted into something darker. Something that had Yeosang's blood racing south with anticipation until it pulsed between his legs.
"Oh?" Jongho's voice was smooth like milk chocolate. His full lips chapped but oh so delectable that Yeosang nearly moaned at the thought of his mouth kissing down his naked body until he was begging for more.
"Mhm." Yeosang's belly swooped when Jongho inched closer with interest until their shirts touched and their faces were centimeters apart.
"What kind of weird sound?" Jongho asked, hot breath bathing Yeosang's flushed face.
Keeping his wits about him, Yeosang slipped his hands over Jongho's strong shoulders, fingertips purposefully grazing the warm slicked skin of his neck above his collar, giving Jongho goosebumps. God, Yeosang needed him so bad. It had been far too long.
Yeosang's next words were spoken directly over Jongho's plump lips, inhaling his warm breath. "I dunno, it's just a weird sound. Can you take a look at it before I go?"
Jongho appeared to want to cave, hesitating longingly as Yeosang ran his hands down over Jongho's chest, appreciating the way his broad, muscular pecs fit against his palms.
But then Jongho stopped him with a circle of each wrist.
"You should get back before Seonghwa-hyung needs you," Jongho stated, regret palpable and irritation licked at Yeosang's skin. They finally had time to do—something—and he was pushing him away. Why was he like this? Didn't he understand how badly he needed him?
Yeosang schooled his expression and snatched his hands away. "Fine," he said, unable to hide the bite in his voice, and pushed off the car. Rejection, embarrassment, and pain splintered his heart—
Jongho snatched his forearm and then swooped in, stealing Yeosang's startled gasp from his lungs as Jongho covered his lips with his own in a crashing kiss. His hot hands on Yeosang's waist, Jongho lifted and slammed his body up against the side of the car behind them. He ravished Yeosang's mouth, almost violently, with lips, tongue and teeth.
Yeosang moaned with utter relief, hands latching into Jongho's thick hair, nails dragging across his damp scalp. It had been so long since he had been in Jongho's arms, where nothing else mattered and the world faded away.
Frantically, Jongho skimmed his hands down Yeosang's sides, over the dip of his spine, and then over the curves of his rear, lifting Yeosang's hips upward. He pushed himself in between Yeosang's thighs that instinctively wrapped around Jongho's waist.
Jongho broke from the kiss, only to press heated, sloppy kisses to Yeosang's neck, pressing himself forward, his erection pressing in between Yeosang's legs.
"Feel that, hyung? What you do to me? I lose my mind around you," He rasped along Yeosang's slick skin. "Every time you come inside this garage, I can barely stand the thought of you leaving me again."
Yeosang whimpered in reply and attempted to tug Jongho's lips back up to his, but Jongho gripped his hips tighter, grinding himself harder into him as he sucked and nipped at Yeosang's sensitive skin, leaving marks that Seonghwa would surely comment on later.
Jongho let a hand wander away from his side to pop open the button of Yeosang's tight leather pants. He impatiently pushed the waist down, delving a hand inside Yeosang's underwear, watching with dark amusement when Yeosang's face twisted and his lips parted, holding his breath.
Jongho wrapped his hand around Yeosang's leaking cock, groaning and resting his head against Yeosang's collarbone, breathing hotly down his chest and beading his nipples into hard, beaded points. He desperately wanted Jongho's plush mouth around them, but there was no time and Jongho working his arousal with each pound of his heartbeat had him crying out, head thrown back in abandon—not caring about much else but for Jongho to keep going.
"Tell me, honey," Jongho said with a low, silky voice, pulling away and pressing his forehead against Yeosang's to stare deeply into his eyes. "Is this what you wanted?"
He chuckled when all Yeosang could do was moan, fair skin flushed and red. He could barely think, let alone make coherent conversation. Jongho's sweaty, oil smell was driving him insane as if he was in heat. His hot hand on his cock moved dryly, but Yeosang could hardly care.
"You're so sexy like this, hyung," Jongho whispered, refusing to break his gaze from Yeosang's, who stared back with a wild desire, threatening to undo him too quickly. "What would the others say if they saw you like this? Coming apart under my hand?"
And Yeosang did. He came so hard, he arched like a cat, body shaking and hips snapping forward as he spilled into his underwear and all over Jongho's steady, stroking hand.
Jongho stole the cry from Yeosang's lips, taking it and claiming it with a hard and deep kiss, as Yeosang dug his nails into the back of Jongho's neck.
They were both left gasping when he finally broke away from Yeosang. He lowered him back to the ground, but Yeosang refused to let him go, his breath against Jongho's mouth.
"Not yet," Yeosang allowed himself to plead out of a brief flash of vulnerability. He didn't want it to end. Not yet. Not ever.
"Honey, we—"
But Yeosang didn't let him finish. He clashed his swollen lips to Jongho's and forced his tongue into the nooks and crannies of his mouth he had sorely missed during their time apart. When he next broke off for air, he pressed their foreheads together.
"Make love to me," he whispered to Jongho, words shaky and breathless. "Please."
Jongho's clean hand cradled Yeosang's cheek, thumb caressing his flushed skin. "We don't have time. Yunho will return soon."
"I don't care." And he didn't. He didn't even care if Z himself appeared. (Well, maybe he did a little.) "I just need you close. Just for right now. Then I'll go."
Jongho shuddered and swooped into kiss him again, softer and sweeter than before. His eyes were warm and gentle. "I don't have any lube or—"
Yeosang wasn't usually like this, but for lack of better options (and time), he grabbed Jongho's hand still covered in his come. His eyes snapped up to Jongho's, hoping he understood and Jongho's pupils dilated, that look of heat returning in his gaze in an instant.
"I love you," Jongho murmured upon his lips. "You know that, yes?"
Yeosang nodded, his heart thudding painfully in his chest, worried he would reject him again in the name of logic and making sense.
Jongho nipped at his lips. "Good. Because I'm going to fuck you like I don't."
Oh.
The hood of the car was slammed shut and Yeosang allowed Jongho to turn him around, bending him over it like Yeosang had only pictured in his dreams. Using the wet and sticky come from his hand and the globs of it inside Yeosang's underwear pulled down to his knees, Jongho quickly prepared him with warm, long fingers until Yeosang was squirming from arousal once more.
His heart jumped violently when he heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper and the fingers completely disappeared. Jongho's other hand held his hip steady and then the heated, blunt tip of his cock met Yeosang's tight hole that clenched in response.
Yeosang panted against the car, anticipating the fullness that he so desperately craved, that his fingers couldn't properly achieve.
"You want it, hyung?" Jongho asked breathlessly, as he slid it over Yeosang's slick hole over and over again, teasing him, until Yeosang was trembling and pushing back into it with a renewed need. Perhaps after being neglected for so long, he would never be satiated no matter how many orgasms he had. "Tell me."
"God, yes. Jongho-yah, please. Please."
When Jongho gradually began to push into his slick heat, his thick, hard cock parting tight muscle, Yeosang threw his face into the crook of his arm to stifle an helpless moan of relief.
"You feel so good," Jongho rasped, sounding overwhelmed as well, as he adjusted his hand on Yeosang's hip and inched in further. "So hot and tight around me."
"Ah, fu—Jongho, fuck me. God, please just fuck me." His whiny voice was muffled by his arm, but he was thankful Jongho understood.
"I will," Jongho murmured, voice like silk, roaming over Yeosang's skin and giving him light goosebumps. "I'll fuck you so good, Yeosangie."
To Yeosang's utter relief, without any further coaxing, Jongho gripped Yeosang's waist and slammed into him until his thighs met Yeosang's, completely bottoming out and sheathing him to the hilt. Yeosang's broken, surprised cry was cut short when Jongho pulled nearly out of him, only the head lingering, before tugging Yeosang back onto his cock.
He set a quick rhythm of a brutal pace, forceful and deep, pulling sharp gasps and repeated involuntary ah!'s out of Yeosang, building the heat even further until he dripped with perspiration. Yeosang slipped off his arm, cheek falling to the cool metal of the car and fogging the paint within inches of his mouth with each heavy breath.
"You're so sexy, hyung," Jongho rasped, voice rougher than his usual smooth lilt. His powerful aroused scent, crackling and desperate, overwhelmed Yeosang with every movement that stirred the air. "Coming here and begging me to fuck you while we're, ah—working."
Yeosang shut his eyes tightly, his abdomen rubbing uncomfortably against the hood, but unwilling to change a thing as his body clenched around Jongho's thick cock like welcoming it home. He felt it press along his inner walls, hitting against his abdomen with every thrust, pushing on his skin to where he knew it would bulge had he not been bent over and pressed hard against a car.
The heat of the garage was even more sweltering and his skin was slick and glistening, collecting at the base of his spine and collarbone. It was hot and urgent and mindless. He was drunk off the feel and hot sounds Jongho made behind him.
He would do his best to hold onto this moment, for he had no idea when the next time would be.
"Jongho—oh god, Jongho-yah. More. More, please."
Jongho draped himself over his back, warm body a pleasurable weight along his own, and he lovingly mouthed at Yeosang's shoulder. "I'd fuck you every day if I could. Eat you out. Throw your legs over my shoulders and force my cock in your pretty body whenever I wanted, filling you until you're full with my come."
Yeosang's eyes rolled into the back of his head at the words and the image it conjured, along with the bites and sucks Jongho littered across his skin, bruising it just how he had wanted.
"You want that, hm?" Jongho asks, pushing an arm around Yeosang's abdomen to hold him hostage as he plunged into Yeosang even harder, hitting that spot over and over again, until Yeosang's eyes watered and he felt like he may come again. His heavy cock bounced between his thighs, leaking onto the concrete floor below their feet.
"Yes! Ah, yes. Please. Please, Jongho-yah. Fill me. I'm yours."
"Mine. Always mine," Jongho replied with a possessive growl against Yeosang's spine, sweat pouring off of him and dripping onto Yeosang's equally soaked skin as his thrusts became disjointed and sloppy, chasing his release. It was just enough to have Yeosang leaning back into him as much as he could, begging him repeatedly to keep going.
With just one more urgent slam into him, Yeosang's vision tunneled darkly when he unexpectedly came for the second time, overwhelmed by how good Jongho felt and the innate need to belong to him forever.
A silent cry was on his lips as his body tensed and spasmed around Jongho's cock deep inside of him, thighs trembling uncontrollably. Jongho's groan was like beloved music in his ear and his grip bit as he came soon after, filling Yeosang with his hot release.
"Fuck, honey, Yeosang. Hyung, so tight. So hot. So perfect. Gonna fill you so well," Jongho murmured praises into his skin, hips stuttering shallowly as more and more come filled Yeosang's body until he felt so full he was nearly bloated.
When Jongho sighed and deflated against him, he lay his head upon Yeosang's shoulder with an airy bemused chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Yeosang asked breathlessly, heart gradually slowing as he tried to settle himself more comfortably against the car, middle still in Jongho's arm lock. Not that he was complaining. He had been dreaming of this for weeks. He wanted it to last throughout the entire night, even if his limbs pinched painfully and ached from the uncomfortable position.
A soft kiss was placed at the top of Yeosang's spine. "Yunho is gonna kill me."
Yeosang let out a laugh as well, somewhat out of nerves because yeah, he would definitely not like how their shared car had been defiled. Smiling, hoping Yunho wouldn't randomly return while they were like this, he turned his head to the side and locked eyes with a random stray bird.
Jongho lifted up from his back, probably feeling Yeosang's body suddenly tense around him. "What? It's just a bird, hyu—"
"Oh god," Yeosang whined, hiding his face back into his arm with mortification. "We didn't close the door!"
Jongho relaxed with a laugh at his reaction. "It's okay," he soothed with fond amusement. "No one usually comes down here during the evening. It's why we chose this location, remember?"
His thumb stroked Yeosang's side in an effort to calm him. It worked to a certain degree.
When Jongho finally pulled out, Yeosang mourned the feeling, but grimaced at the come that dripped down his thighs. Jongho zipped himself back up and quickly grabbed a fresh towel to clean him up the best he could, before helping Yeosang back into his pants. He suddenly regretted wearing leather.
Yeosang was then pulled into a deep, lingering kiss that not only set his body aflame, but his heart to pound painfully as well. It had and would always beat for Jongho. No matter what happened to them in the end.
Jongho smoothed out Yeosang's longer hair around his ears. "It's only for a little while longer," Jongho murmured, eyes pouring into Yeosang's with an emotion that constricted Yeosang's chest. "I promise."
Yeosang nodded and swallowed down his distress, it burning his throat. "Of course."
But Jongho knew better. Even months apart hadn't stopped his uncanny way of silently reading Yeosang, despite his efforts to pretend like he was unaffected. He pulled Yeosang into his arms, holding him in one of his warm bear hugs—the best hugs in the world.
Afterward, Jongho kindly helped Yeosang back into his leather jacket. He climbed atop his bike, regretting he would need to leave, but knowing it was essential. Especially because he was so late. He'd definitely be scolded by Seonghwa at this point.
"Make sure you eat something," Yeosang reminded him and Jongho smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling cutely.
"You as well," Jongho replied. "And rest when you can."
Yeosang nodded, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to properly rest until it was all over. Strictland still needed them. He started the bike's engine and grabbed his helmet. "I'll see you soon."
Jongho kissed him once more, lips lingering for only a brief second but filled with unspoken words, and then the helmet was placed over Yeosang's face, masking the wobble of his bottom lip. He didn't allow himself to look behind at Jongho's burning stare as he rode off down the street, the hum of the bike echoing against the walls of the surrounding buildings.
But he could still feel the residual tenderness of Jongho making love to him. Could still smell his comforting scent drenched into his skin.
That would have to be enough for now.