Chapter 2 (1/1)

In case anyone didn't notice, I reuploaded the first chapter. Sorry about that again. Anyways, enjoy reading and Happy Halloween, everyone.Sneaking out at night became a pretty frequent event. After Junmyeon realised that nobody noticed his absence during his first time, he started visiting 'cloud 9' multiple times a week. He never really got drunk or did something he thought he might regret later days, no he rather spent his time there talking to Jackson or dancing in the crowd. Letting go of the responsibilities and expectations resting on his mind most hours of the day. It felt incredibly relieving to do so and he often caught himself counting down the hours until 10 pm, when he would finally be able to leave. That was exactly what he did on that last Friday before his parents would return home. Their flight was set to arrive on Sunday evening, so he didn't have to worry about getting caught by them and just got ready as 10 pm approached. After he once again watched most of the house staff leaving, he left too and quickly took the bus towards his destination, giddy excitement flowing inside him. When he arrived at 'cloud 9' the bouncer, a tall intimidating looking man who knew him already, simply waved him in and Junmyeon directly made his way up to the bar to greet Jackson. The two of them had grown quite close over the last two weeks and for the first time in years Junmyeon felt like he found a true friend. After talking for a while about this and that, Junmyeon got on the dancefloor. The music was great once again, the club was crowded, and most people seemed to be on the dancefloor, but Junmyeon didn't really care, he just wanted to have a good time and move a bit. After two songs the music switched to a slower, sexier song and most dancers found themselves a partner. Junmyeon didn't even have to search, instead he felt warm hands on his hips and a deep warm voice whispered over his shoulder. Would you like to dance with me, pretty boy? He had a few drinks before when talking with Jackson, otherwise he would have freaked out and dumped whoever dared to approach him like this, but thanks to his slightly clouded mind he just nodded and turned around in the other mans strong arms. Damn was that a good choice. Probably the best he made, after coming here of course. Right before him was probably the most handsome guy he ever met. Black, up-styled hair, sharp features and dark, deep eyes. Those eyes immediately drew his attention in. There seemed so much hidden behind them, untold stories, memories, emotions. Their bodies seemed to move to the music on their own, as they got lost in starring at each others eyes. Song after song went on and they kept moving together. It took quite a long time until his dance partner seemed to snap out of it and moved to talk into his ear again."I'm Lay, by the way", he introduced himself. His voice sending shivers down Junmyeon spine as something in his brain clicked and he remembered the exact same person driving him home on his very first night here, Lay just didn't seem to remember him too. "Wanna have a drink, Junmyeon?", well Junmyeons assumption might have been wrong, Lay did remember him. He even remembered his name, although he didn't seem to really pay attention the first time they met. Talking over the loud music was quite hard so he just nodded again and let the other lead him towards the bar. Jackson looked quite surprised at seeing them together, but he didn't comment on it and just made their drinks. There was a seating area next to the bar that Junmyeon never really noticed. The two of them sat down in a free booth. The music wasnt that loud here and they were finally able to have a conversation while sipping at their drinks. Lay turned out to have an amazing personality, or at least he seemed to. Junmyeon really enjoyed watching his eyes light up when he talked about something he liked or the way his eyebrows furrowed a little when he concentrated on hearing what he said over the music. As Junmyeon had noticed on their first encounter he was Chinese, but his Korean was almost flawless. And he was amazing at flirting. He didn't overdo with compliments and just seemed so natural doing it, that Junmyeon couldnt help it but flirt back. Lay just made him feel so comfortable.They finished their drinks after about half an hour and Junmyeon was drunk enough by now to be more confident, so he dragged Lay back to the dancefloor where they spend more time dancing together. Soon the music turned to slower songs as the time went on. It was far past 2 am now and Junmyeon probably should consider leaving to go home, but he just couldnt bring himself to it and instead leaned closer into Lay. The two of them were caught up in their own little world, both thinking of nothing but the other, quietly talking while dancing. Their bodies grew closer and closer until there wasnt really any space left between them. A slow ballad song turned on and Lay started moving his right hand from the smaller male's waist to his face, softly drawing his fingers across the contours before stopping at his cheeks. Junmyeon leaned into the touch while starring at the taller guy's eyes. Lay's thumb kept caressing first his lips and then his cheek, making the Korean boy feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. He didn't really notice how close their faces became, but didn't protest as Lay slowly closed the small gap left between them and pressed their lips together in a deep, but tender kiss. Their lips moved together slowly, as if they were dancing their own dance. Junmyeon wasn't sure about what exactly he felt, too many different feelings were running around inside of him. Warmth, a soft tingling in his stomach area and sparkling excitement. The grip on his waist tightened as Lay deepened the kiss, making the Korean boy feeling so small being held like this. Those firm hands holding him in place, conveying him the feeling of security and dominance around him. They started to move down on his body until resting on his butt, fingers slipping into the back pockets of his skinny jeans as the kiss grew more heated. The shorter turned into wax in Lay's hands, obediently opening his lips as his tongue moved across them, demanding entrance. Junmyeon didn't know how long they kept on kissing like that, but somehow, they ended up in the same purple Lamborghini, he was driven home in two weeks ago. If he was sober, Junmyeon would never enter a car after the driver had a drink, but at that time he simply didn't care. The alcohol in his blood clouded his mind a bit, erasing any doubt and instead filling that space with desire and curiosity. Furthermore, Lay's hand rested on his tight, probably playing an important factor to him not caring about the latter driving half drunk. They arrived in an underground parking garage of a building that looked a lot like an abandoned hotel. It indeed turned out to be a hotel, just not abandoned, but inhabited by quite a few people. Junmyeon saw none of them as Lay lead him up to one of the upper floors into a bedroom, he just saw clear evidence of people living in the building and heard a few voices talking and laughing behind closed doors. Any curiosity was erased as Lay closed the door behind him and pressed their lips back together in a heated kiss. Soft, but demanding. Lay's whole presence radiated dominance as he slowly pushed the smaller down on the soft bed, never stopping to kiss him. Desire flowed through Junmyeon body as he got lost in the others male's touch. The remaining of the night was filled with lust, pleasure and pain. The kind of pain that had Junmyeon begging for more, the kind of pain that made him feel weak, but safe in the other males arms. The kind of pain that had him lose himself in pleasure and submission, had him feel more alive than ever before.