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Johnny’s racquet hits the court with a loud smack , his behavior considered impolite by the country club’s rulebook, but he’s too pissed by poor performance to care. This is the third tennis match he’s lost this week. His opponent and best friend, Jaehyun, snickers from his spot across the court, always entertained by Johnny’s hot temper.
“C’mon, let’s go get a drink,” Jaehyun says, still quietly laughing, a look of satisfaction high on his pretty face. Jaehyun looks stupidly irresistible today in his sleeveless, all black tennis attire. Johnny will only admit in secret that the reason he loses to Jaehyun so often is because he’s easily distracted by the muscles in his toned arms and lean thighs. Frustration climbs the back of Johnny’s spine and settles in his bones. He wants to smack the look off of Jaehyun’s face.
“Only if it isn’t a celebratory drink,” Johnny spits back, his anger only partially directed at Jaehyun. He’ll confess that he doesn’t like losing, but he’s more consumed with being pent up and bothered, the adrenaline hot in his veins and arousal boiling in his gut. The summer heat isn’t helping, overwhelming Johnny to the point of nearly fleeing for the locker room for a cold shower and quick jerk off.
“Of course not. I’ll even pay,” Jaehyun answers, knowing the right thing to say.
A smile threatens to surface on Johnny’s face. Johnny’s aware that it won’t be Jaehyun’s money covering the fruity little drinks they’re about to knock back religiously. This is just their little song and dance every summer—pretending daddy’s money is theirs and taking turns to satiate the other however they please. It’s only part of the mix of vices that keeps their boredom at bay and egos inflated, and has for nine summers now. The other vice, their favorite, beloved vice that’s only considered a ‘vice’ because commitment could never be attached to either of their last names, can be found between the walls of European hotel rooms, summer house bedrooms, and the backseat of expensive, chauffeured cars. Johnny wishes he was inside one of those three right now with Jaehyun on his knees before him.
Johnny smiles, not the softer, familiar smile that threatened to break out moments before, but something laced with a motive, something sharp and full of filthy desire. “Let’s go then,” Johnny says, already moving toward Jaehyun, their bags, and the exit gate. He has a plan forming in the back of his mind, one muddled with carefree lust and involving sleazy innuendos said around plastic straws resting against plush lips.
“Don’t leave your racquet, asshole,” Jaehyun teases, his deep voice cutting through Johnny’s unholy thoughts. Johnny grunts, stopping in his tracks. He can clearly see on Jaehyun’s face that he doesn’t care if Johnny leaves his racquet behind, can hear it in his tone, only opening his mouth to further provoke Johnny and gain an upper hand. Jaehyun likes when Johnny is riled up like this, likes being the cause of it.
Johnny rolls his eyes but turns to bend over and picks it up without argument. He snatches the tennis racquet off the ground, not without making sure to flex his glutes and hamstrings since Jaehyun’s eyes haven’t left his body, before jogging to where Jaehyun is holding their bags in each of his hands. When Johnny reaches him, Jaehyun politely hands him his duffel bag with an annoyingly sweet smile, his dimples on show and frustrating Johnny even more.
“Just so you know, I picked up the racquet because I wanted to and not because you told me to,” Johnny says haughtily, leaning over into Jaehyun’s space to make sure he’s listening. It’s Jaehyun’s turn to roll his eyes and he does so, making Johnny’s lips purse.
“Sure.” Jaehyun moves the pair of black, designer sunglasses sitting on top of his head to the bridge of his nose in one swift motion and Johnny’s glad. He’s tired of seeing that unwarranted, satisfied look in Jaehyun’s eyes, tired of the way his gut flips when Jaehyun looks at him like that. He wants to fluster Jaehyun, not have it the other way around.
“Let’s go,” Johnny grumbles pathetically. He puts his racquet away in his bag and steps forward to lead them to the outdoor bar.
The bar is only about half of a mile away from the tennis courts, stationed between the pool and the outdoor courts, but the heat makes the walk over feel like they’re trekking to the other side of the club, the city, the Earth . Johnny roughly slides a hand down his face, wiping the sweat off his nose and upper lip. Sweat drips down his neck, pools in the hollows of his collarbones, and soaks the white cotton tee covering his back, making it stick to his skin uncomfortably. He sneaks a look over at Jaehyun, who’s now by his side, to see if he’s as overheated, finding only a light sheen coating his golden skin.
“How are you not about to pass out from the heat?” Johnny asks, exasperated by how perfect Jaehyun is.
“I don’t know. Sure, it’s hot out, but I’m fine. I think you’re super sweaty from your little temper tantrum on the court,” Jaehyun jokes, sliding his sunglasses down enough to peer over the frames at Johnny with a knowing look. Johnny scoffs.
“ No . It has to be at least one hundred degrees out,” Johnny argues. They’re approaching the bar, only a few steps away, and Johnny can’t have the conversation end with him being accused of a tantrum . So what if he threw his racquet? It’s only a tantrum if you scream and cry.
Jaehyun ignores him, now busy with neatly arranging his duffel bag beneath a bar stool before sitting down. Johnny opens his mouth to further defend his pride, but is stopped short by the bartender coming up to them, now forced to sit down quietly on the stool beside Jaehyun. He will regain control. Losing threw him off more than he’d like to admit.
“Hi,” the young bartender says shyly, batting his long lashes in Jaehyun’s direction, not yet looking at Johnny. Johnny feels a sudden pang of jealousy spread throughout his chest. He watches Jaehyun closely to see how he reacts, scrutinizing the small smirk forming on his pink lips.
Jaehyun pushes his sunglasses off of his face, no longer needing them under the bar’s shady overhang. He easily secures them on top of his head once again. His dark fringe is slicked back beneath the glasses, revealing his forehead and sharp cheekbones, the sight making Johnny’s mouth run dry. The bartender must feel equally wrecked, evident by his audible intake of air. Jaehyun gets this kind of reaction from the staff at the club a lot—Johnny does too—the two of them taking advantage when beneficial. Free drinks must be floating around in Jaehyun’s mind because he leans back in his seat and crosses his arms against his chest, purposefully making his biceps pop.
Johnny clears his throat, unsatisfied with the way the bartender is practically drooling over Jaehyun. “Are you ever going to ask for our drink order?” Johnny asks abruptly. He doesn’t cope well with lack of attention and he’s not ashamed to admit it.
The bartender startles and turns to Johnny, a look of confusion on his face. His round eyes comically widen when he sees Johnny. The jealousy sitting heavy inside Johnny’s chest begins to dissipate when this look of awe is directed at him. Johnny stills, taking a moment to check out the younger man before him. The bartender has a mix of soft and sharp features—soft eyes, soft lips, sharp nose, sharp chin. A beat of silence passes before the bartender snaps out of it.
“Y-Yeah, s-s-sorry. What can I get started for you? Or y-you,” he asks, looking over at Jaehyun again. Johnny’s focus doesn’t stray from the bartender. He notices the partially hidden name tag clipped on his undershirt, only the end letters ‘rk’ visible.
Jaehyun speaks, his deep voice velvety and much lower than normal, “Rum and coke, please.”
The bartender reaches up to scratch the back of his head, fingers carding through long, wavy, blonde hair, a nervous giggle escaping his mouth. Johnny’s eyes lag on the dark roots peeking through the blonde before he smirks and directs his attention at the worn bar top. When he looks back up, the bartender’s watching him, awaiting his answer. “And for you?” he asks while chewing on his bottom lip, the delicate skin now agitated and red.
“The same,” Johnny says slowly, voice low. He leans forward against the bar and crosses his arms, the sweaty cotton sticking to the muscle and accentuating it, his goal to compete with Jaehyun. A blush blooms across the bartender’s face, clearly flustered by the two of them. He looks so innocent and Johnny’s interested, interested in toying with him and making Jaehyun jealous.
It’s not an easy feat, but Jaehyun can be extremely possessive. With it being summertime, the only time during the year that they’re exclusively fucking each other, Johnny thinks he can pull that dark side out of Jaehyun. Johnny shifts his half-formed plan around to include this new person. His gut stirs with anticipation, knowing he shouldn’t get ahead of himself, but also aware of the fact that he always gets what he wants.
“Got it,” the bartender says. He nods his head swiftly, the quick motion opening up his outer shirt enough to reveal his nametag and name to be ‘Mark’. He turns and disappears behind the outdoor bar’s divider wall without another word.
Johnny looks over at Jaehyun, at the look of intrigue on his face similar to Johnny’s, and coughs. “He’s hot.”
“Sure is. Has a nice ass and a small, easily accessible waist. Bet it would feel nice to hold onto and fuck hard,” Jaehyun says, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth and between his teeth. Johnny dumbly watches the action, completely mesmerized, before comprehending what Jaehyun said. Johnny doesn’t know if Jaehyun’s just thinking out loud or purposefully telling him this, but without warning, his previous jealousy roars back to life, rearing its ugly head and enraging him, wholly consuming him.
What comes out of Johnny’s mouth next cannot be stopped, the words releasing with a violent hiss. “What the fuck? You whore .” Johnny can be unnecessarily mean when his pride has been wounded, a trait Jaehyun sometimes likes, but typically within the context of the bedroom.
A wild grin cuts across Jaehyun’s face, his lip no longer subject to being chewed by perfectly straight teeth. Johnny isn’t sure if this is a game to him. Jaehyun’s expression isn’t as transparent as usual.
“Whore? Really?” Jaehyun leans forward and drops his crossed arms onto the counter between them, his hands landing on the scratched surface with a smack . Jaehyun gets right in Johnny’s face, a breath’s distance from his mouth, and says, “Who are you to call me a whore? Don’t act like you weren’t thinking those same thoughts. I see right through you, Johnny. I see through your little game. Your jealousy. You think he wants me and you just can’t have that. You forget how well I know you—how long we’ve been friends.” Jaehyun pauses, his fierce eyes flickering down to Johnny’s shocked, parted lips. “How long we’ve been fucking .”
Johnny suppresses a moan. His neck is hot, he’s out of breath, and his pants are tightening by the second. The desire to close the distance between them and wreck Jaehyun is at the forefront of his mind, but he won’t break. Especially now, when Jaehyun thinks he’s coined Johnny so well, thinks he’s figured out Johnny’s motives. He’s wrong, Johnny’s jealousy is centered around Jaehyun, always has in one way or another, but Johnny will never in a million years tell him that.
“You’re wrong,” Johnny says quietly, the anger still present in his voice.
“Prove it then,” Jaehyun challenges. He moves back into his original position on the bar stool, but this time his face is hard, his chin defiant.
The tension between them is thick, both saying everything except what they really want to, anything devoid of their true emotions.
“And how do you want me to do that?” Johnny bites out at a low volume. Jaehyun’s thick, left eyebrow raises and something flickers in his dark eyes. Johnny’s chest heaves, his groin throbs, and he has to focus all of his attention on the sweat currently pooling in the hollows of his back. It’s the only way to keep his arousal at bay.
“Let me fuck him. Let me actually be a whore . Give me a pass this one time.”
The need for permission, Jaehyun asking to fuck the bartender almost breaks Johnny’s composure completely. It’s during this exact moment when Johnny’s about to surrender that said bartender rounds the corner with their drinks, unknowingly entering the argument over him. Johnny doesn’t have time to respond—to deny Jaehyun, if he’s really asking—before the bartender speaks.
“Here you guys go. We’re out of umbrellas, so I added the flags that we use for sandwiches. N-not that you really need an umbrella with this drink, or that you’d want one, I-I…just nevermind. Enjoy,” the bartender, Mark, his name suddenly bouncing back into Johnny’s head, says. He stuffs his hands into his back pockets and his bottom lip back between his teeth, as if he’s nervously waiting to see what happens next.
A high-pitched laugh erupts from Jaehyun, one Johnny’s never heard before, the sound of it fake and grating in his ears.
“Thanks. How thoughtful of you,” comes from Jaehyun’s mouth next, pulling Johnny’s eyes back to him. Jaehyun has an outrageous, sickly sweet smile on his face and his dimples, secretly one of Johnny’s favorite things about him, are on display. He’s never seen Jaehyun smile at him like that. Johnny seethes, reaching forward and harshly grabbing the glass in front of him and taking a large sip, forgoing the straw and wishing he ordered something much stronger and smaller to knock back in one go.
A short giggle from Mark pulls Johnny’s attention back to him just in time to see Mark’s pink glow turn into something sharp. Mark drops his eyelids low, round eyes turned sultry and nearly eating Jaehyun alive. “S’no problem at all. I aim to please,” he quietly says, his words dripping with boyish seduction.
Straight to the fucking point isn’t he? Johnny scoffs under his breath, barely masking the sound with a well-timed sip of his drink. A low, satisfied hum comes from Jaehyun’s direction, the noise going straight to Johnny’s cock even though it wasn’t intended for him. “You’re funny,” Jaehyun notes, his deep voice soft like a caress, indeed sounding pleased.
Johnny feels like a rubber band that’s been stretched and picked at relentlessly, ready to pop at any second. He’s not used to being ignored or being someone’s second choice, or even fucked with like this by Jaehyun. Johnny shifts in his seat, simmering and restless, thick thighs sticking to the leather with sweat.
Mark giggles, a little too late, in reaction to Jaehyun, and has the gall to look sheepish. He doesn’t verbally respond, too busy saying how bad he wants to get in Jaehyun’s pants with only large, brown eyes. Mark’s transparency and weird way of flirting would be a whole lot hotter to Johnny if Jaehyun didn’t find it attractive.
“Were y’all two on the tennis courts earlier? I think I saw you when I walked over here after clocking in,” Mark asks, finally attempting normal conversation.
“Yes,” Johnny answers first, voice clipped. He doesn’t embellish, but Jaehyun takes it upon himself to offer up more detail.
“We play a lot of tennis, but just for fun. Neither of us are any good, but I usually win. Right, Johnny?” Jaehyun says, amused. Johnny’s fists ball up in his lap, short nails digging into his damp palms.
“Really?!” Mark squawks. Mark looks over at Johnny, eyes stalling on his biceps and sizing him up again. Johnny frowns.
“Usually is a strong word,” Johnny sneers, cutting his eyes at Jaehyun. Jaehyun meets his eye and smirks, one of his dimples popping out mockingly and then he laughs, shifting to face Mark again.
“Do I not look like I could beat him?” Jaehyun asks, sounding like he’ll eat Mark alive, pausing and leaning forward to squint hard as if in search of something. He never wears his glasses in public even though Johnny thinks he should, not because he looks so fucking good in the thin-wired frames, but because he’s incredibly blind and always asks Johnny to help him read far-away signs and menus. Mark’s nametag is evidently his target, because he adds “Mark,” after a moment, saying it like a vow filled with bad intentions, as if he’ll show Mark how to never doubt him again.
Mark blushes when Jaehyun says his name—even Johnny feels his own cheeks pink—and looks down at his nametag, long fingers flying up to touch the edge of the white plastic. Mark clears his throat.
“No, I didn’t mean to sound surprised! I just… I don’t know.” Mark shrugs. “He’s really big. Looks strong.” Mark blinks once, twice, and flushes redder, clearly not planning on saying the last part out loud.
Jaehyun hums in agreement and nudges Johnny’s foot with the toe of his sneaker under the bar before saying, “He is.” Johnny jerks his foot out of reach, ignoring him. “But that isn’t necessary for tennis. I’m faster—more agile. Better with my hands.”
Mark’s mouth falls into a little ‘o’ shape and he stays silent, apparently actually considering what Jaehyun said instead of picking up on his hidden meaning. Jaehyun’s right in a way—he is fast, agile, and good with his hands—but neither him nor Johnny know anything about tennis for real. They only in recent years have added it to their ‘sports to play at the Club’ list and haven’t even attended proper lessons.
Much to Johnny’s chagrin, Mark did pick up on Jaehyun’s pointed comment, further ruining Johnny’s time at the bar and any previous pretenses of normal conversation by clearing his throat and asking with a heavy gaze, “How good with your hands are you? What else can you do?”
Johnny’s jaw drops, but Jaehyun appears unfazed, Johnny only noticing the hidden look of contentment in his eyes because he knows him so well and has seen it so often. Jaehyun suddenly picks up his glass for the first time since Mark slid it his way, leaning down slowly to take a long sip through the straw, both hands neatly placed around the glass and cheeks hollowing out obscenely as he sucks. Without removing his mouth or hands, Jaehyun closes his eyes and swallows. He keeps his eyes closed as he moves to take another sip, fingers suddenly twitching and releasing his tight grip on the glass.
What was once simply hands holding a drink is now a show of slow, skilled fingers sliding up and down something wet and considerably phallic at an antagonizing pace. Condensation from the glass runs down Jaehyun’s hands in fat droplets with the movement, leaving the mind no room to wonder what his hands look like when messy with cum.
The same moment Jaehyun delicately moves his right pointer finger and thumb to lightly pinch the straw between his lips is when Johnny is somehow able to rip his eyes away and check if Mark’s watching this display of soft-core porn. Mark is definitely watching. He’s practically drooling all over the bar top and it infuriates Johnny enough that he finally snaps. Both of his hands quickly find the edge of the counter, looking for stability and something to hold him back from launching at Jaehyun.
“ Jaehyun ,” Johnny growls. “ Stop .” Mark is the one to gasp at Johnny’s outburst, sounding muffled and far away, but Jaehyun doesn’t listen, his eyelids fluttering open the only indication that he even heard Johnny. After another long suck, Jaehyun pulls off the straw with a quiet pop and pushes the half-finished drink an inch toward Mark’s direction.
“I can do more. So much more,” Jaehyun says, voice low. Johnny watches Mark swallow, clearly dumbstruck, and wring nervous hands in the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling the striped cotton down and over his groin.
Johnny’s eyes flash and he nearly takes a chunk of wood out of the counter, hurriedly deciding that it’s time for him to leave and find privacy within the quiet, cooler walls of the locker room. He abruptly stands up, the leather stool making a loud peeling sound as it unsticks from his skin. He can feel Jaehyun’s eyes settle on him, but he doesn’t comment on or question Johnny’s behavior. Johnny doesn’t spare him or Mark another glance, or a goodbye, spitting the words, “Don’t forget dinner at seven,” in Jaehyun’s direction before stomping off.
Johnny heads in the direction of the locker room, muttering to himself, long strides taking him a good distance before remembering that he didn’t grab his bag when he left the outdoor bar. He heavily considers leaving it there, the only contents consisting of swim trunks, his tennis racquet, one of Jaehyun’s stupidly baggy Prada tees, and a half-used bottle of sunscreen, but turns around anyway to go and retrieve it.
Jaehyun seems to be paying the bill when Johnny gets back within spitting distance of the bar, his sinful hands signing a slip of white paper and sliding a black card into his wallet. Johnny yanks his bag once it's in reach, stretching his arms out as far as they can go, the duffel bag willingly flying in the air and onto his shoulders. He turns, making his second and final quick departure, but not without hearing Jaehyun politely thank Mark, the quiet words piercing Johnny’s back like ice. Johnny makes an angered noise low in his throat, blocking out whatever either of them says next.
Johnny passes families and older couples, their faces a white blur in his peripheral vision, and nearly makes it to the locker room before he picks up on loud footsteps quickly approaching him from behind. A hand lands on his shoulder and pulls him back harshly, knocking him off balance. Johnny whips around, rage ready to be unleashed, and his eyes meet the exact pair he anticipated on seeing. Jaehyun tries to catch his breath.
“What?” Johnny demands, shaking Jaehyun’s scalding touch from his skin. He watches Jaehyun’s sunglasses fall onto the bridge of his pink, sunkissed nose.
“What’s with you? You were rude back there,” Jaehyun accuses, a finger coming to needle into Johnny’s left pectoral. Johnny swats his hand away, but still feels where his finger was. The spot is forever burned into his skin. A single nerve strand connects the fresh brand to the hard, carefully crafted casing of his heart.
“What’s with me?” Johnny’s voice comes out high-pitched and ballistic. “What’s with you , Jaehyun? Why the fuck did you think giving the cup a handjob was a good idea?”
“You like when I rile you up,” Jaehyun says, setting his strong jaw, defiance creeping in.
“That wasn’t directed at me and you know it,” Johnny argues. “I never agreed to you being a whore. Don’t pretend your little show was for my benefit.”
Jaehyun huffs and crosses his arms, his bag strap shifting and revealing a red mark where it was digging into his skin. Jaehyun doesn’t do anything about it and Johnny briefly considers taking his bag for him. He ultimately doesn’t though, wanting Jaehyun to suffer a little bit physically by the hands of karma.
“What if I was picturing his mouth around your cock? What if I was feeling out if he could potentially be a third. We’ve talked about doing something like that before and I thought you were open to it,” Jaehyun explains, bringing Johnny’s eyes back to his face with a dark flash.
A loud peal of laughter from a nearby child stops Johnny from responding, both of them belatedly realizing they’re talking about something so private surrounded by families. Johnny reaches for Jaehyun’s arm, pulling him the few steps left to cross into the entrance of the men’s locker rooms. Jaehyun willingly lets himself be jostled around in Johnny’s hold, gasping when his back harshly meets the nearest group of pristine, wooden lockers.
“That was months ago, during Christmas, and I was drunk. We haven’t talked about it again since then, and besides, it’s summer, Jaehyun. Summer . The only time I have with just you ,” Johnny grits out, crowding Jaehyun’s space, a large hand crumpling Jaehyun’s shirt and pinning him to the locker.
Deep down Johnny knows he’s being hypocritical, he has his share of unattached sex with strangers, mostly only seeking the filthy satisfaction that comes from a quick fuck in the bathroom of a club when he’s feeling desperate and lonely. He also knows that deep down, fear is causing him to act like this, fear of nothing more amounting from these intimate summers with Jaehyun when that’s all Johnny really wants.
Emotion unexpectedly rises in Johnny’s throat, threatening to break free from his tight chest and overflow into the limited space between them. He never expected five years ago when they started this arrangement on a heated whim in Jaehyun’s father’s private jet to Italy, that he would amount to this covetous, jealous version of himself. At the time, he knew Jaehyun held part of his heart—he’s been his best friend since diapers so there’s never been any question about that—but he didn’t know that Jaehyun would become the sole owner of it eventually.
“And you have me,” Jaehyun murmurs into Johnny’s ear, the reassurance slowly settling into bones. “But, imagine having Mark too,” Jaehyun continues quietly, the whispered words spiking Johnny’s heart rate. “You saw how he looked at you—at both of us. I think he’d be into it. Although, you might have to apologize for your behavior.”
Johnny groans in protest, but he’s tired of fighting so he just firmly says, “Maybe it’s something to think about, but right now I don’t want to hear his name come out of your mouth again.”
Jaehyun’s pretty lips part and form the beginning of a “m” sound, but then perfect teeth split his lips wide and he smiles, shit-eating, at Johnny. “Fine. Make me forget him then.”
When presented with a challenge, especially one that holds so much importance like this, Johnny refuses to back down. He flashes Jaehyun an equally snarky grin and presses his lips to Jaehyun’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard. Then you’ll remember who you belong to.” The words are hot on his tongue but they come out as a whispered, sure promise.
Jaehyun goes limp for a brief second in Johnny’s hold. He clears his throat, the sound echoing in the empty room and knocking a sense of spatial awareness into Johnny. The room is sizeable and they’re surrounded by several potential pockets of privacy, but they’re still in the entrance. Going to jail for public indecency isn’t really one of his few life goals.
“Undress and go get in the shower. Hurry,” Johnny commands. He drops Jaehyun’s shirt. The material is bunched where he was just gripping it, temporarily marked by his hand. Johnny smirks.
Jaehyun disappears in the direction of the private shower stalls without remark. Johnny takes note of the way his chin and shoulders are held high, but his gait is a bit awkward as if he’s walking with a hard on. Johnny’s smirk turns into something viciously predatory. He runs an impatient hand through his sweaty hair, making the short stands stick straight up. Johnny coughs quietly. He drums his fingers against the back of his neck.
Thirty seconds pass before he’s nearly running after Jaehyun. Desperation isn’t even close to what Johnny’s feeling, but he knows it’s what he looks like, so he slows his steps, with a restraint he didn't know he possessed but is proud of, and strolls into the shower section of the locker room.
Frosted glass doors stretch along the walls on both sides of him, the number of them seemingly endless. Johnny spots the cracked door at the very end of the hall and makes a beeline toward it, finding Jaehyun standing gloriously naked in front of the mirror. Sculpted by the gods is simply an understatement when it comes to Jaehyun.
Johnny’s eyes trail up and down the planes of hard, lean muscle of his shoulders, back, and legs, before doing the same to his reflection. A faint blush kisses his chest, spreading all the way up his neck and to the top of his ears. Johnny’s breath hitches when he meets Jaehyun’s dark gaze in the mirror. Neither of them dare to break the heated silence with words, but Johnny unconsciously splinters it by blindly chucking his duffel bag in the corner where Jaehyun’s bag sits.
Johnny’s ultimately the first to speak. “Are you going to be good for me?” Jaehyun slowly nods. “You weren’t very obedient earlier. You need to promise me. I wanna hear you say it.” Jaehyun makes a small noise and flushes a darker shade of red. His dick twitches, already hard and leaking. Johnny swallows.
“I promise,” Jaehyun says, quietly but assuredly. The two words ring in Johnny’s ears like he had shouted them.
“Good boy,” Johnny praises, his voice like silk. “I deserve your best behavior. I want all,” Johnny pauses and moves to touch Jaehyun. He gently places his hands on Jaehyun’s biceps and stands behind him. “Of.” Johnny’s right hand slides down the length of Jaehyun’s arm and inches toward his abdomen. “Your.” His fingers trace the dips between rigid muscles before creeping down to his v-line. Jaehyun gasps.
“Attention.” Johnny meets Jaehyun’s eyes in the mirror again. Jaehyun looks like he’s ready to sacrifice himself to be eaten alive. Johnny can definitely make that happen.
“Go turn the water on,” Johnny instructs as he drops his wandering hands. He smacks Jahyun’s ass before he gets too far out of reach, earning a startled yelp from Jaehyun.
The water is simply a buffer for sound. Johnny wants to fuck Jaehyun like they just were, with Jaehyun facing the mirror, watching himself get properly dicked down. He doesn’t want Jaehyun to forget how ideal he is for him. Johnny starts peeling off his damp clothes piece by piece and carefully spreads them out on the bench. Though at a distance, Johnny can feel the steam from the shower start to envelope his skin. The heady scent of his sweat thickens from the steam, making him feel lightheaded. Jaehyun appears by his side with a mildly questioning look, now finished with his task and waiting for whatever Johnny decides will happen next.
Johnny reaches for Jaehyun’s sharp jaw, securing it tightly in his hand. Heat simmers in Jaehyun’s eyes. “Get on your knees,” Johnny commands. His voice is sure, unlike his pounding heart. Anticipation ignites Johnny’s nervous system, the promise of relief finally close. “You’ve been driving me insane all day and I need you to do something about it.” Jaehyun makes a muffled noise behind squished, puckered lips. Johnny releases his grip on Jaehyun’s jaw, allowing for Jaehyun to immediately drop to the ground.
Pretty knees, scarred by the trials of boyhood, hit the white tile floor with a muted thud . Jaehyun is on the floor for a mere five seconds before Johnny snags his sweaty clothes from the bench behind him and offers them to Jaehyun. Jaehyun takes them silently and neatly creates a thin cushion for himself. He straightens his torso and sits back on his feet, looking up at Johnny with something warm and unfamiliar in his eyes. Johnny can feel his neck turn hot as the word ‘love’ swims around in the back of his mind.
“Show me what you can do, baby,” Johnny uses the pet name sparingly, but it feels right in this moment. Jaehyun makes another muffled, pitiful sound before shifting to come closer. Johnny pushes his hips forward to meet him, his cock nearly grazing Jaehyun’s cheek.
Jaehyun reaches up and delicately takes hold of Johnny’s cock. He softly slaps it against both of his cheeks while looking up at Johnny with something like greed written all over his face. Johnny groans, growing impatient. Jaehyun touches the tip of his cock to his mouth, lightly sliding it against the soft skin of his closed lips. Precome leaks out and glosses Jaehyun’s lips, the sight unbearably hot. Johnny might not last long with Jaehyun looking like this and so obedient, especially after being so frustratedly turned on all day.
“Jae-Jaehyun,” Johnny stutters out, hoping that saying his name will be enough to kickstart a blowjob. He refuses to beg.
A polite hum is all Jaehyun gives as far as a verbal response goes, but he finally parts his lips and presses a chaste kiss to the tip of Johnny’s cock. Johnny inhales sharply and throws his head back. His eyes snap shut when he feels a hot tongue start to lick up his precome. Jaehyun pointedly licks into his slit, the new pressure sending waves of shivers down Johnny's spine. Johnny’s eyes fly open to find Jaehyun again. He switches from looking down at his pretty, flushed face and to the reflection in the mirror of Jaehyun’s strong back.
“Fuck, you look good like this,” Johnny says, his voice gravelly and already stretched thin. Jaehyun hums again, pleased. Johnny watches as his eyes flutter closed and his tongue flattens under the head of his dick.
Jaehyun slowly drags his tongue along the length of Johnny’s cock once before he closes his lips around the head and dives down, hollowing his cheeks out beautifully. Jaehyun brings a hand up to the base of Johnny’s dick, steadying himself and applying enough pressure to hold Johnny off from coming too fast. He brushes his pinky finger along the crease of Johnny’s balls a few times just to tease, making Johnny moan with each light stroke. Johnny’s hips start to roughly stutter and buck up as Jaehyun picks up the pace, each bob of Jaehyun’s pretty head bringing Johnny closer to hitting the back of Jaehyun’s throat and accidentally choking him.
The third time Johnny nearly grazes the back of Jaehyun’s throat, Jaehyun moans so loud that Johnny yanks him off and pulls him upright. Johnny roughly guides Jaehyun’s lips towards his mouth with a firm hand. He swipes his thumb through the mess of spit and precome on his lips and chin, and presses it into Jaehyun’s skin. “You did so good. Had me close to shooting down your throat,” Johnny murmurs. Jaehyun sighs, a dopey, satisfied look lighting up his eyes.
Johnny surges forward, slotting their lips together harshly, transferring all of his emotions into a long overdue kiss. Jaehyun melts against his mouth instantly, never deterred by the gnashing of teeth and the abundance of spit Johnny always brings. Jaehyun tastes like rum and coke, sweat, and Johnny, and it knocks all of the air out of his lungs. Johnny abruptly pulls him back by the neck, wanting to see Jaehyun’s messy, swollen mouth and to catch his breath. Jaehyun whimpers at the loss and stumbles forward, trying to reattach his lips to Johnny’s. Johnny holds him still, eventually leaning close enough to gently lick Jaehyun’s bottom lip. Jaehyun moans, high and needy, and the sound of it makes Johnny’s forgotten cock throb.
Johnny drops his hands, giving Jaehyun full control of his head, and slides them down Jaehyun’s sides. When he reaches Jaehyun’s ass, Johnny gropes the soft skin there and then pushes Jaehyun’s hips into his, closing the gap between their bodies. Their dicks grind together and it feels so wonderfully overwhelming that Johnny can’t stop a moan from erupting, the sound echoing against the ceramic tile surrounding them.
Jaehyun’s breathing turns ragged and his head falls to Johnny’s shoulder. Johnny regains composure enough to inch his fingers in the direction of Jaehyun’s crack. He speaks in order to distract Jaehyun from what he’s about to do. “Remember what I told you earlier?” Johnny grazes a finger along his crack. “That I’m going to fuck you hard?” Jaehyun makes a strangled noise that somewhat resembles ‘yes’. Johnny spreads Jaehyun’s cheeks apart as much as he can by himself to gain access to his hole. His eyes flicker to the mirror as he watches his finger press against Jaehyun’s rim. Jaehyun cries out into Johnny’s shoulder, biting down hard when Johnny nudges his rim a second time.
“Well, do you still carry that lube around in your bag?” Johnny asks, referring to a bottle Jaehyun keeps in his duffel for emergencies. Or the occasional locker room visit like this. “Condom?” He adds as an afterthought.
“Yes. Inside pocket,” Jaehyun answers, breathless.
Johnny lets go of him briefly to find the lube and a condom in the aforementioned pocket. He slips the condom packet between his teeth and pops the lube’s bottle cap off. He squirts a decent amount onto his fingers, warming it up between them as he takes hold of Jaehyun again. Except this time, he spins Jaehyun around to face the mirror and press his ass against him, his grip on Jaehyun’s hips bruising. Johnny ruts against Jaehyun’s asscrack without any warning and he watches through the mirror as Jaehyun’s mouth falls slack with shocked pleasure. His arms hang limp by his sides with nothing to hold on to.
“Do it again,” Jaehyun begs, hands twitching. Johnny abides only once before he’s replacing his cock with slick fingers and rubbing Jaehyun’s rim.
They begin a cycle of wet friction and moans, Johnny pulling pretty sound after pretty sound from Jaehyun with each stroke of his fingers. Johnny finally inserts a single finger into Jaehyun, driving the blunt tip right into his prostate. He’s so familiar with Jaehyun’s body, so attuned to it after all of these years worshiping him, that he could easily find Jaehyun’s prostate in his sleep. Jaehyun keens when Johnny hits it, back arching and grinding down hard on his hand.
“Right there, oh my god ,” Jaehyun wails. Johnny relentlessly pumps his finger in and out a few times before shoving another inside, stretching Jaehyun at a near brutal pace. Jaehyun cries out again, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back against Johnny’s lowered shoulder. Johnny nudges his head forward, opening his eyes. “Watch,” he commands, speaking around the packaged condom still hanging from his teeth. “Watch yourself get fucked open.”
Jaehyun’s hand flies to his dick at Johnny’s words and wraps around it, squeezing it tight. “ Johnny .”
“I told you to watch, not touch,” Johnny growls in his ear. Jaehyun obediently drops his hand, letting it fall back to his side. “Good boy.”
What was once a look of soft pleasure on Jaehyun’s face turns into something unholy and ravenous. He knows better than to act on whatever he’s thinking while Johnny’s like this though, resigning to biting his lip and balling his hands up against his legs. Jaehyun does let a deep moan rattle its way out of his chest, signaling to Johnny that he should hurry the fuck up and fuck him. Johnny grins at his reflection and knocks his shoulder with his chin. “One more finger.”
Johnny pumps another finger inside, curling and scissoring his thick fingers inside of Jaehyun long enough to properly stretch him. Satisfied with his work and deeming him ready, Johnny wrenches his hand free, leaving Jaehyun’s hole fluttering around nothing. Jaehyun whines, but the pitiful sound goes ignored. Johnny rips the condom from his mouth, tears it open with sticky fingers, and rolls it on his dick all within a matter of seconds. His hands grasp onto Jaehyun’s hips and he meets his eyes in the mirror.
Flashes of blonde hair and long fingers abruptly crowd Johnny’s lust-filled mind. The mirror suddenly has three people in it, the new addition looking a lot like a certain annoying bartender. Johnny nearly freezes but grounds himself by focusing on Jaehyun’s figure and ignoring the conjured version of Mark. Johnny gently kisses the back of Jaehyun’s neck before sucking a bruise into the skin. Johnny licks the freshly reddened skin and when he looks back in the mirror, Mark is gone. Johnny swallows hard, relieved.
“Ready, baby?” Johnny asks. The question is only voiced ceremoniously and Johnny doesn’t wait for an answer before he pounds into Jaehyun’s ass, slamming in seamlessly. They moan in sync, breath punching out of their lungs as their bodies slot together in the way that only those made for each other do. Johnny watches Jaehyun’s face scrunch up in pleasure, his cheeks red and nose whiskered. “Fuck,” Johnny grunts, overwhelmed.
“Who do you belong to?” Johnny whispers into Jaehyun’s ear. He snaps his hips forward hard, wanting to make it difficult for Jaehyun to answer, while also ingraining in his brain and body that the only person could ever be Johnny.
“Y-You,” Jaehyun grits out, eyes rolling back in his head as Johnny thrusts in again. Their sweaty skin sticks and unsticks with each roll of Johnny’s hips, the sound and feel of it strangely intimate.
“Not good enough,” Johnny grunts. He wants to hear his name. “ Who ?”
Jaehyun gasps. He locks eyes with Johnny in the mirror. “I’m yours. I’m Johnny’s.”
“Fuck. Yeah, that’s right. You’re mine,” Johnny says directly into Jaehyun’s ear. He drives into Jaehyun’s sweet spot and grinds hard, making him clench around Johnny’s cock.
Johnny doesn’t last long after that, coming silently and hard, Jaehyun’s ass milking it right out of him. He doesn’t have time to be embarrassed because Jaehyun’s right there with him, coming untouched. Johnny growls, watching Jaehyun shoot come onto the mirror without a care, his pretty moans heavenly in Johnny’s ears.
“Johnny,” Jaehyun sighs. He opens his eyes and drops his hands from where they were gripping Johnny’s wrists. Johnny hadn’t noticed when Jaehyun put them there to begin with, too wrapped up in his own pleasure. Johnny grins wolfishly at him, beyond satisfied at hearing his name for a third time.
Half-lidded, heavy, satiated gazes drop, two pairs of eyes falling to the floor. Johnny pulls out slowly and takes the condom off gingerly, tying it and tossing it on the floor near their bags to throw away later. He turns to find Jaehyun sheepishly looking at the mess on the mirror, a blush blooming across his chest and the tips of his ears once again. Jaehyun faces him, grimacing, and motions to the mirror. “How do we clean it up?”
Johnny wordlessly picks up his shirt off the floor and cleans the mirror off in one swipe. He throws it in the direction of the used condom and smiles at Jaehyun. “How’s that?” he asks rhetorically, drifting over to the stream of running water. He can see Jaehyun shrug in his peripheral vision before getting too far away.
Stepping into the lukewarm shower instantly melts half of Johnny’s problems away. As the water starts to wash the lingering effects of anger from his body that his orgasm didn’t knock out, Jaehyun appears with the Club’s complimentary body wash. Jaehyun starts gently scrubbing away the salt and grime of Johnny’s sweat, along with the rest of his rotten jealousy. Ill feelings and hatred swim down the drain, drowned and squashed by apple-scented bubbles and Jaehyun’s soft, caring hands.
They take turns washing off in silence and shaking wet hair in each other’s faces like dogs, like wild children. The unbridled joy of being with Jaehyun settles into Johnny’s bones, warming each molecule of marrow like the summer sun. Drying off becomes harder as he melts into a pile of satiated goop, his arms and fingers completely useless. Jaehyun sneaks peeks at Johnny from under his fluffy towel every now and then and quietly laughs to himself, not immediately volunteering to explain as to why. But then he speaks, deep voice filtering out in between bouts of soft snickers.
“Do you need help?” Jaehyun smiles, dimples on display. “You look like you’ve never used a towel before.”
It’s then that Johnny realizes he’s drying the same section of skin over and over, having spaced out unknowingly, turning the golden skin of his arm an agitated pink. “Are you offering to dry me off?” Johnny keeps a light, teasing tone, but if Jaehyun’s willing, he’ll take him up on it.
Jaehyun shakes his head softly and gives Johnny a knowing, meaningful look. “Anything for you.” The words still the humid air between them and what’s left in Johnny’s lungs. Johnny doesn’t comment, doesn’t reply. He isn’t all that sure he could find the words to even if he wanted to. Jaehyun moves closer and carefully takes the towel from Johnny’s hand. He dries him off as lovingly as he had washed him, the movements familiar and warm. Johnny’s eyes slip shut and a deep hum vibrates his chest.
“So, where’s the family dinner tonight? Is suit and tie optional, or required?” Jaehyun asks, his voice a mere murmur. It’s an age-old joke between them; dinner is always at the same place ( Natalia’s ), on the same day of the week (Thursday), at the same time (seven p.m.), and always formal. Johnny chuckles. He doesn’t answer.
In a few hours time they’ll be sharply dressed—in their best manners and suits, seated stiffly across the table from two sets of polished parents and sneakily tuning out weather reports, business jargon, and the latest house staff drama. Johnny will start conversation through his own version of morse code, tapping and tracing letters into the silky pant leg of Jaehyun’s suit beneath the table, and Jaehyun will reply back, except his fingertips will dance along the sides of his water glass. It’s how they learned to survive family dinners a long, long time ago.
“We should get going if we want to be on time,” Johnny says, eyes still closed, basking in the last moments of Jaehyun’s undivided attention. He states the obvious despite not wanting to leave the shower stall or locker room. Jaehyun hums, prompting Johnny to crack open an eyelid.
“Your new bow tie is still at my place. We should stop by before going back to yours and changing,” Jaehyun says. Johnny opens the other eye to watch him as he stops drying Johnny off and wads the towel into a ball, throwing it on top of the bench. He tries not to let the satisfaction show on his face from both of their clothes being at each other’s apartments.
“Alright,” Johnny mumbles, making peace with the knowledge that he has to put one foot in front of the other, drive, and endure socializing with his parents for the rest of the evening.
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“The Market is booming right now. It really is, John. You need to come in the office tomorrow to switch some of your investments,” Johnny’s father, strictly referred to as Mr. Suh, says for the millionth time tonight.
They’re well into dinner now and both of Johnny’s and Jaehyun’s parents have covered all of their usual dinner topics at least twice. Being only children from generationally suppressed families limits the range of conversation considerably, leaving their son’s futures the prime subject to discuss. Pressuring their heirs into high-ranking careers and marriages is a favorite pastime for both Suh and Jeong bloodlines—evident by generations of arranged unions and only children raised between the bricks of Wall Street—and now it’s their turn. Now deemed perfect candidates for stock trade positions and husband roles by their ivy-colored degrees and white-collared parents, Johnny and Jaehyun must suffer “shop talk" and adequate, potential dating profiles chosen by their mothers at every waking moment of their lives. So, of course that includes the duration of their ritualistic Thursday night dinner.
Johnny nods in acknowledgement to his father, ever the obedient son, but doesn’t commit to saying yes. He looks forward, eyes focused on the small, knowing smile Jaehyun is wearing. Tonight they’re seated across from each other, a manageable rarity, and Johnny keeps sliding his shoe up Jaehyun’s pant leg, the only alternative to tapping on his thigh. Jaehyun’s eye twitches when Johnny lightly kicks his calf with the toe of his dress shoe and Johnny has to suppress a smile. He can feel his father’s eyes still on him.
His father is a well-renowned CEO of a brokerage firm and has been for over thirty years, starting too young and too fresh out of college. It’s the same plan Mr. Suh wants Johnny's life to parrot and being twenty-six years old means Johnny is already falling behind schedule. While his father is structured and persistent, Johnny knows he means well and comes from a place of only wanting the best for him, but Johnny also knows what the classic tale of not wanting to follow in your father’s footsteps looks like and how it ends.
“Jaehyun, you should go as well. It’s about time you also made investments,” Mr. Jeong says, adding to the conversation and the growing pit of dread in Johnny’s stomach. “Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two while there.”
Jaehyun’s eyes widen marginally at being roped in. He looks over at his father and then smiles politely in the direction of Mr. Suh. Jaehyun bows as much as he can while still seated, silently accepting the offer and solidifying Johnny’s and his own presence at the firm tomorrow. If Johnny wasn’t so focused on Jaehyun’s slim figure, he would definitely freak out more about Jaehyun saying yes.
A strand of hair falls into Jaehyun’s face when he finally straightens, his neatly styled coiffure going from businessman to red carpet in a matter of seconds. Johnny’s heart spasms and he accidentally kicks Jaehyun’s calf again. Jaehyun’s eyes flicker back to Johnny and an eyebrow raises the slightest amount, questioning his intentions. He leans into Johnny’s foot and clears his throat before quietly excusing himself from the table. Johnny watches him walk in the direction of the bathroom and disappear behind a dark, ornately decorated wall.
“Perfect!” Mr. Suh claps his hands together in delight. He’s been trying extra hard to force Johnny into the office for months—supposedly just for a visit and to check investments (that Mr. Suh put into place when Johnny turned eighteen), while offhandedly mentioning Johnny’s timeline is becoming far too skewed. A hint that this fall is an ideal time to pick out a desk and buckle down is typically also added, but Johnny always has an excuse and it’s usually Jaehyun related. Now, his father has gotten his wish and more, probably even going as far as planning Mr. Jeong’s involvement before Johnny and Jaehyun had arrived at dinner.
Johnny starts to feel stifled and overheated, needing to excuse himself from the table and find Jaehyun. He does so, murmuring his apologies to his mother seated to his left, and makes his way to the bathroom. He passes tables of designer suits and muted, tight dresses, pockets of Tom Ford and Dior perfumes overwhelming his nose. Each belongs to the culprits of soulless, middle-aged couples on their third marriage, some of them going so far as looking for their fourth as they eye Johnny when he walks by. It feels good to be lusted after to a certain degree, but nothing compares to the way Jaehyun’s eyes feel on him. Sometimes the very thought of it haunts him, but he pushes the fear and hard feelings away into the same place deep down, far out of mind’s way. At last Johnny arrives in front of the heavy marble bathroom door and pulls it open, finding Jaehyun at one of the three sinks washing his hands.
After checking that the bathroom is empty from other patrons, Johnny rushes up behind Jaehyun and leans down, slipping his arms around him in a grounding embrace. Johnny’s hands clasp together around Jaehyun’s small waist and his thumb immediately and absentmindedly starts to swipe back and forth along the satin material of Jaehyun’s white button up. His nail hits a button and Johnny flicks it. Johnny doesn’t have to voice his anxieties, Jaehyun always knows instinctively what’s bothering him—the trade off for being best friends for so long and whispering your deepest, darkest fears beneath tented bedsheets on more than one occasion.
“I shouldn’t have agreed, I know that. But at least I’ll be there with you, yeah? It was just hard to say no when both of our parents were staring me down. I’ll throw a super big party tomorrow night to make up for it and you can get black out drunk. How does that sound?” Jaehyun says, bringing his wet hands to rest on Johnny’s. Water drips onto Johnny’s jacket sleeve and rolls right off onto the floor, Johnny’s eyes following its path before closing shut. He opens them again after a moment and before replying.
“Alright. I can cope with alcohol, I guess,” Johnny mumbles, only feeling marginally better by the promise of a party. Jaehyun is a good host. He always buys various kinds of alcohol and food, and his apartment has easy, warm lighting. Not to mention, his playlist is a good mix of nasty rap and smooth R&B—perfect dancing music for when Johnny is drunk enough to do so.
Jaehyun pats Johnny’s hand and more water droplets fall to the tile floor. Johnny slowly lets go, allowing Jaehyun to reach for a paper towel to dry his hands off. Johnny readjusts his jacket as Jaehyun disposes of the used paper towels and pushes the door open with his foot by the gold attachment at the bottom, holding it open for Johnny to walk through. Jaehyun reaches out and tugs on Johnny’s pinky as he walks by, an unspoken reassurance that means Jaehyun will be there for the rest of dinner, will be there later tonight in Johnny’s bed, and will be there tomorrow at the firm.
Jaehyun will be there. Jaehyun will be there. Jaehyun will be there.
Johnny repeats it like a mantra in his head all the way back to the table, throughout dessert, and while the six of them wait for the valets to bring their cars around. He holds onto the promise of the immediate future and what’s left of his summer with Jaehyun, blocking out what the steady approach of September brings.