one of these days (gonna (1/1)

It’s a dance.No, Yongguk reassesses, it’s a game. A game where he’s at a constant disadvantage because he doesn’t know how to play, and when he finally thinks he gets the hang of it, the rules are changed.He’s constantly losing, even if he doesn’t know what he’s losing at.And Yongguk feels like he doesn’t know a lot, right now. Doesn’t know what he’s doing, not even sure he’s the right side of legal any more. Good cops don’t get wrapped up and twisted round the thumbs of cocky teenagers with a drugs problem. Good cops don’t get distracted, and good cops certainly don’t get overly invested.Because that is what this is, this is overly invested and it’s backfiring because this part is the dance. This is the part in the choreography where Yongguk knows what the next step is, but hesitates because if he takes it there is no going back.“Stop thinking,” it’s a gruff hiss in Yongguk’s ear, and it only serves to make him curl his fingers tighter around the writs trapped in his grip. There’s a sharp intake of breath as Yongguk splays his hand, pressing it harder against the wall of the club. He figures it means that brick hurts.“You weren’t supposed to be here,” Yongguk growls, “you were supposed to be a good kid and stay away and out of trouble because questions are being asked and I swear to God I won’t protect you next time.” “You say that every time though.” it’s a rushed reply, and when Yongguk looks, really looks, into dilated, slightly glassy eyes, he sighs and drops his hand.“Fuck off Baro,” Yongguk grunts, surprised at the stern edge in his voice as he moves away from the wall, back towards the door of the club. “We’re not doing this if you’re high.”“Not doing what?”The question is posed so innocently that it makes Yongguk’s stop in his tracks as a hot wave of frustration rolls through him. It isn’t even irritation at the fact that Baro is pulling innocent on him, because Baro is anything but innocent. Brash and crude and loud and in desperate need for attention, yes, but not innocent. No, the frustration stems from a sudden realisation that Yongguk is in far too deep, that Baro doesn’t even need to push him into taking that next step, because he’ll end up taking it anyway.It doesn’t even take five seconds for Yongguk to throw Baro back up against the wall, pin his wrists and get right into his personal space. He can feel Baro’s breath on his lips, their faces are so close – but Yongguk won’t be the one to bridge that gap. He needs to know that this, whatever it is, is mutual and it isn’t him reading into things, assuming. Because Baro likes to change the rules to suit his needs and it usually leaves Yongguk looking like an idiot.Invested. The word spins round Yongguk’s head as Baro just stands there, pinned, top teeth pressing slightly into his lower lip. Yongguk can’t make his mind up where to look because, shit that’s hot, and he’s not entirely sure if he will be able to walk away if Baro doesn’t take the initiative.It’s a painful wait – Yongguk watching Baro watch him – and it only lasts for a few, drawn out seconds, but it feels long enough for Yongguk to seriously begin to revaluate his position here, because it feels like he is, once again, beginning to lose. Losing because maybe he doesn’t know the next step, he’s skipped a few instead, and Baro is ready to push him away with his fist in Yongguk’s face.Yongguk isn’t entirely sure he’s relieved when Baro doesn’t punch him, not entirely sure if he’s fine with being right and winning for once as Baro presses his lips to Yongguk’s. It’s quick and so thoroughly uncertain that it throws them both, Yongguk fixing Baro with a pointed stare. He gets a coy smile in response, which is cue enough for Yongguk to capture his lips again, but this time in a bruising kiss.He doesn’t stop until Baro is squirming against him, Youngguk feeling his own lungs start to ache for air and a different kind of heat start to run through his veins. He shifts his weight a little when he pulls away, enough so that his thigh grazes the crotch of Baro’s jeans. The sweet, keening moan he gets as response to the contact shoots arousal straight through Yongguk, and it leaves them both breathing hard, Yongguk nosing at Baro’s ear.“You will be the end of me,” he growls, teeth catching on hidden piercings, “I’m going to be put on some kind of register and have my badge taken away.”“Then why aren’t you stopping?” Baro’s question is punctuated by a hiss as Yongguk tugs hard and sharp on metal.The fuck if I know is what Yongguk wants to say, because he really doesn’t. He doesn’t know when Baro, a kid with a penchant for trouble, insistent on hanging out with the wrong crowds, became such a fixture in his life. He doesn’t know why he managed to make such an impression.“I don’t even know your real name,” is what he says instead, words separated by more harsh kisses as Yongguk’s hands relocate from pinning Baro’s wrists against rough brick to tangling in soft hair.“Baro’s good enough,” the younger says with a hip roll that makes Yongguk bite down into soft flesh under his mouth, pulling another moan from both of them when Baro starts to rut against his thigh.“Do you really want me to fuck you dry against a wall?” Yongguk asks, sucking bruises onto Baro’s neck as he shakes against Yongguk. When he doesn’t get an answer, he rephrases, since Baro is probably high enough that he thinks it sounds like a good idea. “I am not fucking you dry against a wall,” Yongguk pulls back, and something twists in his heart at the whine Baro makes at the loss of contact. That something changes to a spike of pure arousal when he moves away enough to see Baro flushed and panting, leaning against the wall for support and erection visibly straining his jeans.Yongguk curses, his voice rough and low, even to his own ears and it causes Baro to groan quietly. Yongguk watches as he pushes himself away from the wall, stumbling enough so that the elder has to catch him, pull him close again.In the back of Yongguk’s mind, he thinks that Baro fits like this, in his arms, and he swears again because he doesn’t know what to do with that, and then again because from the way Baro’s muscles tense under Yongguk’s palms, the elder thinks that he likes it.“Get me off,” Baro mumbles and Yongguk can hear the desperation, even if it’s muffled by his neck, he can certainly feel it in the interesting little circles Baro is rubbing into his thigh. “Get me off, please. Oh my God, just please, I want to cum, I need to-”“No,” Yongguk says, his voice low and measured, hands gripping Baro’s hips, stopping them from moving, “Not here. I want to fuck you into my mattress.” Yongguk still feels the full body shiver Baro tries to hide as he grabs his wrist and drags him to the parking lot to find his car. There is surprisingly little traffic, which Yongguk is infinitely glad for. Baro is fidgeting in his peripheral vision, probably experiencing the beginning of his comedown, twitching fingers and sweating palms. Yongguk takes one hand off the wheel and slides it slowly up Baro’s thigh to serve as a distraction, and almost swerves off the road when Baro takes his hand and brings it to his mouth instead, licking a fat stripe across Yongguk’s palm.“Fuck,” Yongguk tries to yank his hand back, but Baro’s grip is strong, and Yongguk attention is too focused on trying not to crash that he just gives up trying when Baro starts to suck on his fingers. “Fuck Baro. Just, ah, fuck. I have to park.”Baro releases his hand, and Yongguk manages to pull into his apartment’s lot, cutting the engine when he’s enough into a space that it looks presentable. When he undoes his seatbelt and moves to open the door, Baro whines.“Problem?” Yongguk asks, watching Baro’s face turn from plaintive into a smug grin.“You’re wearing far too many clothes.”“We’re not fucking in my car.”Baro pouts.“I have a perfectly good wall to throw you up against and teach you a fucking lesson in my apartment.” Yongguk growls, smirking when Baro scrambles to free himself from his seatbelt.“Well I have been bad,” Baro says, voice low enough to make Yongguk gulp, as Yongguk’s personal space is invaded. When he looks down, his eyes connect with Baro’s and all he sees is pure, unadulterated want.“I am so going to hell for this,” he breathes, before he attacks Baro’s lips with his own once again. They crash through the door to Yongguk’s apartment, and Yongguk is fairly sure that he’ll receive complaints in the morning because Baro is an annoying little fuck who cannot keep his hands to himself.“Going to make you,” Yongguk says against Baro’s lips, biting at the flesh because fuck “pay for damages.”“Stop talking,” Baro groans, and Yongguk grunts himself when Baro shoves a hand between them to undo Yongguk’s jeans.“Make me,” Yongguk breathes, hands’ tugging at the hem of Baro’s top. Within seconds, it’s on the floor and Yongguk has his back against the wall, body pinned by Baro, who’s panting more and more with each slight roll of his hips against Yongguk’s. Yongguk reciprocates, thrusting up shallowly as Baro tries to take off his jeans, smirking as the kisses Baro initiates get sloppier and more open mouthed.“Fuck, stop it,” Baro whines, and Yongguk has to suppress a laugh as Baro’s face pulls away from his and scrunches slightly in frustration at the buttons of Yongguk’s fly. Yongguk bats his hands away and pops the button, before spinning Baro around and giving him a firm shove to the small of his back in the direction of his bedroom.“Bed’s that way. Want you on it, jeans off, hands and knees.” Yongguk grunts, stepping out of his jeans and removing his shirt as he follows.He finds Baro exactly how he wants him, and Yongguk joins him, draping his body over Baro’s so that he can bite his ear, arm wrapping round to palm at Baro’s cock through his boxer briefs. He slips his fingers under the fabric when Baro starts to squirm.“Good boy,” Yongguk breathes against the dip in Baro’s shoulder blades. He kisses the spot gently before licking a long stripe from there to the base of his spine, just before the waistband of his underwear. Baro keens deliciously, arching his hips into Yongguk’s palm. With his free hand, Yongguk works Baro’s boxers down.“Fuck me already,” Baro groans, breathy and low and it goes straight to Yongguk’s cock, which is neglected and twitching more with each passing second.“Stop bitching,” Yongguk grunts, palming his own cock through his underwear as he just watches Baro shiver in the cool air of his bedroom, watches the back of his thighs twitch in anticipation. When it looks like Baro may be defiant and roll over, Yongguk leans across him to get lube and condoms.He pours some into his right hand, fingers of his left wrapped around Baro’s cock, jerking him slow enough to drive him crazy, a distraction against the cool of the lube and initial burn as Yongguk stretches him.Yongguk pulls his fingers out when he feels Baro relax, and they’re both worked up enough that Yongguk knows this isn’t going to last all that long. He rolls on a condom and slowly pushes in.“Fuck,” Baro curses, breath rasping, syllables turning into a broken moan, and Yongguk thinks that maybe he didn’t judge ‘bare minimum’ quite right until Baro pushes back against him.  “I’m not made of glass, hyung.”It’s like a switch flicks inside Yongguk then, as he leans down to bite bruises into Baro’s shoulder, hips snapping back and forth, hands roaming over every bit of skin they can reach until one wraps around Baro’s cock and tugs harshly, the other finding it’s way into Baro’s mouth.Yongguk curses when Baro tightens around him, meets him thrust for thrust, moans his name. Yongguk leans back and watches his cock disappear into Baro’s ass, watches the way the muscles of Baro’s back move, watches the way his skin looks like silk under the thin layer of sweat as Yongguk rams into him.“You’re beautiful like this,” Yongguk rasps, fingers digging into the flesh of Baro’s hips as he fucks him into the mattress. Baro moans again, fists tearing at the sheets, muscles tightening spasmodically around Yongguk, who snakes a hand back around the younger’s waist to bring him over the edge. Baro comes with a silent scream, spilling hot into Yongguk’s hand, and it takes two and a half thrusts more until Yongguk follows.Yongguk pulls out a couple of seconds later and tosses the condom in the general direction of the bin, before rolling Baro onto his side, collapsing onto the bed after him and pulling him into his chest.“Best. Comedown. Ever,” Baro breathes, and Yongguk chuckles into his ear.“Stay and you’ll get the best highs ever.” Yongguk replies, nosing at Baro’s neck. “Natural highs.”Baro laughs at that, and Yongguk thinks that it is possibly one of the best sounds in the world.“Hyung?”Yongguk laughs himself when Baro punctuates his own sentence with a yawn. “Yes?”“It’s Sunwoo. You can call me Sunwoo.”