[M] Chapter One (1/1)

After a long day of shooting, the director calls for a wrap on the day and commences the closing down of the site. Once they were out of sight from the wardrobe assistants, photographers, hair and makeup artists, managers, security and everyone else, Jiyong pulled Youngbae behind the wall and pushed into him his hands either side of his body. Everything about Youngbae had been pushing all of his buttons and particularly at the shoot today. Youngbae was as handsome as he’d ever been and Jiyong wanted to know if there could be something more between them before they returned home. For Jiyong, Paris was a respite from the continual insanity of their lives.Besides, there was nothing stopping them as far as Jiyong could see. Seunghyun was hardly around these days and everyone else seemed to be busy with  building their own careers. Jiyong and Seunghyun had never truly been exclusive, except when it suited them both. To Jiyong’s initial dismay, their exclusivity always seemed to fall off when it specifically suited Seunghyun.“Don’t you want this?” Jiyong purrs against Bae’s ear, little by little breaking down Youngbae’s already crumbling resolve.Bae swallows hard and closes his eyes as the heat radiating from Jiyong’s lips threatens to unravel him completely. Youngbae can’t answer; he’s frozen against the wall, his mind and his blood racing before Jiyong moves in again, those tantalisingly soft lips grazing the shell of his ear.“But, what about Seungh—”Jiyong silences the name on his lips by placing a finger against them and shaking his head.“He wouldn’t care. Now, tell me you don’t want this and I’ll walk away. We can pretend this never happened,” Jiyong whispers low and throaty and Youngbae bites back a small, strangled whimper.He’s beyond conflicted but the heat from Jiyong’s body so close to his is sending powerful little jolts of pleasure through him and firing his adrenaline. Bae can’t deny the attraction, Jiyong had always been the beautiful androgyne that caught everyone’s eye, not least his own on more than one occasion. Youngbae knocks his head against the wall to try to knock some sense into himself, eyes raised to the sky above but it’s nigh on impossible with Jiyong in such close, intoxicating proximity.Jiyong knows where Youngbae’s mind is and as a means of distraction he pushes in closer. He slides his lips along the soft juncture of his jaw and throat, tongue gingerly testing the boundaries. The little restrained noise that filters through Youngbae’s gritted teeth gives him the impetus to continue the tender assault on his skin.Jiyong breaks the contact to repeat: “Tell me what you want, Bae.”Bae takes one last look up at the sky, almost a silent plea to his Gods for the strength to resist Jiyong’s easy seduction, to defy the way his body is betraying him as his oldest friend pushes the boundaries of their long held friendship. How would they move past this? What happens when they go back to their lives?Jiyong’s warm breath ghosts against his ear as he waits keenly for his response and breaks him from his silent musings, his commanding physical presence demanding his attention. Youngbae prays for the strength to do the right thing, a strength he knows he alone doesn’t possess right now.He sighs heavily as his eyes close and his arm slides in around Jiyong’s tiny waist, he pulls him in forcefully before he spins him to pin him against the wall. He crushes his mouth against Jiyong’s and he knows beyond all doubt that any hope he may have held of not falling into this is completely lost. Jiyong kisses him back, slipping his tongue into his mouth and Youngbae pushes in closer wanting more contact.Jiyong sucks on his tongue when he repeats his bold motion and by all that’s unholy Ji moans as he rolls his hips into him. The slick, wet sounds of their breathless kissing, Jiyong’s moaning and the friction their bodies create makes Bae painfully hard. He knows they need to get out of here and behind close doors.He pulls back from Jiyong and slips his fingers into his dragging him back into the mess of people and equipment. Not a word is spoken as they part and make their way back to their respective managers and are driven back to their hotel.*As soon as they escape their managers and they’re able to reconnect behind closed doors, Jiyong’s body and lips are on Youngbae’s again. He pulls them to the large king size bed of his suite, fingers pulling at fabric to hastily strip away the layers of their clothing until their down to almost nothing. Jiyong pushes Youngbae back onto the bed and he positions himself against the large mound of pillows, wishing Jiyong wasn’t so far away from him now.Bae watches the panther-like way Jiyong crawls up the bed towards him, eyes locked on his, and he feels like he’s close to losing control. How the fuck was Jiyong so calm while his own heart was a battering ram against the inside of his ribs? The second Jiyong presses his body against him and their lips reconnect, softly as first, before their kiss becomes more heated and urgent, Youngbae can’t think about anything else.Jiyong grinds his hips against his straining erection and Bae can’t help the little choked moan that’s caught in his throat. He swears he feels Jiyong smiling against his lips. Bae rolls his hips up into Jiyong and feels a little jolt of pleasure at the dirty groan he’s rewarded with as a result.Jiyong slowly moves his attentions to Bae’s throat, his lips, teeth and tongue making his flesh overheat. Delirium and heat work their magic on him and he’s pulling Jiyong in closer, wanting his more of his body heat and friction. The sensation of his tongue sliding against his heated skin pushing him closer to the edge as Jiyong moves lower, his lips lash around a pebbled nipple as his tongue flicks against it, making him gasp and buck against him. Jiyong continues laving his way down Bae’s impeccable torso. Jiyong looks up at him, layers of smoky sin emanated from his eyes and it was almost too much, Bae gasping as his fingers trail down his skin.Ji moves down, his hands scoping the plain of his lower abdominals sending a little swoop of pleasure pulsing under his skin. Ji’s head moves lower still, his lips tracing the hardened outline of his cock under his pants and Bae’s eyes roll back in his head at the contact. Jiyong continues with a hand slipping in under to tenderly stroke his balls making his head snap back and he’s spreading himself open to him, granting him access.Jiyong wastes no time in working him up, mouthing the outline of his cock, gently grazing every so often with his teeth until his own impatience gets the better of him. Jiyong strips back the fabric of his boxer briefs, pulling them off and discarding them. He needs more skin on skin contact and Bae hisses as his lips make contact with his newly exposed flesh. Ji swears his breathy moans climb another octave as he laves his tongue along the underside of his cock from the base up to the tip.He teases the tip of his cock, swirling his tongue around the glans as he watches Bae squirm and buck and gasp under him. When Jiyong’s takes the head into his mouth, Bae feels like he’s going to lose his fucking mind. His back arches off the bed as Jiyong slowly inches his mouth down his shaft to the root. Every expletive under the sun (and then some) echo around the little Paris bedroom as Jiyong fellates Youngbae, his head bobbing at a frantic pace as he pumps him hard and fast. Bae had never felt anything so fucking intense, the slick heat of his sweet mouth as he hollows his cheeks on every up stroke and swallows him whole on the way back down.After a time, Jiyong slows and lets his cock slip from his mouth with a wet pop. His eyes are ravenous as he crawls back up to kiss him, his tongue eagerly delving into Youngbae’s mouth, grinding his own straining cock against Youngbae’s making them both buck and moan. Bae grips his hips with such force that Jiyong is sure it will leave bruises as he grinds into him and his fingers slip under the fabric doing his best to remove it. Jiyong backs up and Bae reluctantly relinquishes his lips.He makes a show of removing his boxers and Youngbae bites his bottom lip as he moves from the bed. Jiyong grabs lube and condoms from the bedside table, dropping them onto the mattress beside them as he resumes kissing Youngbae. Youngbae tenses under him and Jiyong moves back to look at him, caressing his cheek.“It’s okay, Bae. They’re for you, not me,” Jiyong whispers against his lips before devouring them again.Bae pushes him back a little: “Huh?”Jiyong smirks and bites his lip. “Here, let me show you, baby. You just lie back and let me take care of everything, okay?”Youngbae sighs, he’s not exactly sure what Jiyong is planning and he’s filled with a mixture of trepidation and excitement. Jiyong grabs the lube and a condom and slides down to straddle Bae’s knees. He removes the condom from its wrapper placing the tip between his lips. Bae watches in rapt attention as Jiyong leans forward and rolls the condom down over his cock with his mouth and tongue. A broken whimper breaks from him at the slick contact of his mouth devouring him. Jiyong moves back up again, ever so slowly and licks his lips as his cock slips from between his pouting lips.He flicks the cap on the bottle of lube and warms some in his hands before slicking the length of Bae’s cock with it. Bae arches off the bed again at the contact and Jiyong continues to pump him in slow teasing strokes.“Yeah, that’s it baby,” Jiyong purrs, “You’re gonna be so good, aren’t you?”Bae whimpers in something resembling a response, unable to think let alone answer coherently.Jiyong lubes up his fingers and prepares himself in full view. The sights of Jiyong slicking himself up in preparation enrapture Bae and his anticipation builds to a fever pitch. He’s about to lose his mind as Jiyong pumps his own cock slowly, his head dropping back as his breathy little whimpers float in the air around them.Jiyong sidles up positioning himself against him.  “You ready, baby?”Youngbae bites his lip and nods. He grips Jiyong’s hips as he positions himself above him, guiding Bae’s cock with his fingers. The air in the room feels too close and Bae’s chest tightens, his anticipation for this moment overwhelming him. He closes his eyes as Jiyong slowly lowers himself onto his cock. At first, there’s slight resistance followed by an engulfing tightness and intense heat. He can feel every little movement Jiyong’s lithe body makes as he slowly slides down onto him. As Jiyong connects with his hips once Bae is fully seated inside of him, he leans forward hands roughly gripping his shoulders, their shared breathing shallow and rapid.Youngbae sees stars clouding the edges of his vision as Jiyong slowly starts to move. Nothing in this life had come close to how incredible fucking Jiyong felt. Jiyong slowly slides up and down the length of his cock until he increases his rhythm and pace.  Ji rides him hard and he’s beyond good... so inconceivably good.Ji moans and begs and leans forward to whisper dirty things in his ear that spur him on. Bae slides his hands down to his hips for better leverage as he begins to match Jiyong’s intensity with his own thrusts.  Each upward stroke is met with a drawn out moan or an oh fuck yeah, right there baby, your cock feels so fucking good, fuck me! The high-pitched whimpers Jiyong makes are better than any Bae’s ever witnessed watching internet porn alone late at night. Bae knows he’s not gonna last long at this rate with Jiyong’s tight heat enveloping his cock and the sinfully dirty sounds he’s making as they fuck.Bae slows as Jiyong pumps his own cock hard and fast as the sights, sounds and nerve tingling sensation that are all things Jiyong sets the tightening coil of his impending orgasm loose. His climax is beautifully paralysing and there’s light and electricity humming behind his eyes and coursing through his veins and cries that don’t sound like his own as he rides out each delicious tremor, his hips snapping forward with each breathtaking pulse.Jiyong follows suit, his body stilling as his walls tighten and pulse around him as his breathing falters. Bae is mesmerised by Jiyong’s beautiful, almost operatic cries through his release. Youngbae melts into the mattress as Ji slumps forward against him, smearing his spent essence between them as he floats down from his exquisite physical high. Jiyong wraps his arms around him as their lungs labour to catch breath.In the quiet breathless aftermath, Youngbae understands that there is no coming back from this. He’d tasted a forbidden paradise in the arms of his best friend and he knew that once would never be enough to slake his newly acquired thirst. All he knew of heaven, hell and all things between were nothing in the blinding heat of Jiyong’s body, in the sweetness of his kiss and in the delicate tang and scent of his skin.* Bae wonders what this will mean for their friendship now. He’s conflicted and he doesn’t know how to ‘be’ around Jiyong. Jiyong waltzes in from the bathroom like it’s nothing, no big deal, like he does this kind of thing all the time and Bae wonders if he really does.Almost on cue as if he’s sensing Bae’s tension – biting his lip, furrowing his brow, chewing his nails and fidgeting – Jiyong stops in his tracks and looks at him, head cocked to one side.“Hey, it’s okay, B. It’s only gonna be weird if you get too caught up in your head about it,” Jiyong leans in and taps against his temple to emphasise his point. “It doesn’t have to be a big deal. Let’s just leave it at an incredible night in Paris shared between friends. Unless,” Jiyong straddles his lap and Bae moves to shift back but he’s trapped beneath this beguiling creature, “you want more?”Jiyong leans in and licks at the corner of his mouth and glides his lips along the pulse point of his throat. A wavering breath escapes him as Jiyong’s easy sensuality catches him off guard. Bae feels a familiar heat pooling in his groin and there’s a new unfamiliar ache in his chest. It was unfair how easy this all seemed to be for Jiyong. He’d seen him in action a million times before now, never once expecting that he’d ever be on the receiving end of his licentious attentions.Bae wasn’t sure what he wanted as Jiyong shifted out of his lap. Everything about their night together was a revelation. Jiyong was sweet and patient as he taught Bae how he liked to be touched, how to kiss him to make him moan the loudest, exactly where to lick him to bring him undone. And Jiyong reciprocated in kind teaching him more about his erogenous zones and which teasing strokes and touches and sensations that drove him over that sweet edge of physical rapture than late nights alone ever could.“I just...” Bae sighed, “what if,” Bae stopped and bit his bottom lip looking uncertain and on edge.“Spit it out, Bae. It's just me you’re talking to,” Jiyong said softly, reassuring him.Bae sighed before starting again, his nerves doing little to help. He spoke with more resolve than he felt: “But what if I can’t just leave it at one night, Ji?”Jiyong smiled and leaned in close to Bae’s ear.“Well, if that’s the case, you know where to find me.” He moved away and dragged his suitcase to the door. “Now, don’t sit there all day all agog. We’ll miss our flight back home!”Jiyong strolled out of the room, winking at a bemused Youngbae as he closed the door behind him. Bae buried his head in his hands and laughed. The invisible line had been crossed countless times last night and as much as Jiyong acted blasé about it, there were a few unguarded moments where his façade slipped to give him away. Bae would keep those under wraps, it would be his ace up his sleeve should ever need to use them.As he grabbed his bag and headed for the door, Youngbae knew beyond all doubt that he was going to need all the strength he could muster against the beautiful hurricane – his best friend and now, lover – in his life that was the irresistible Kwon Jiyong.He smiled as he thought of all the ways he was going to have his unstable resolve tested once they were home. Youngbae smiled to himself as he closed the door behind him and bid a fond adieu to Paris. ~FIN~