[M] Manager Wars (1/1)

“Can we have the check, please?” A young man asked, smiling graciously in response to the wide grin the waiter had plastered on his face. “Certainly!” Jongup replied, scurrying off into a staff-only door to get the desired receipt and an intricate slab of bamboo, to which he taped the restaurant’s copy of the bill, and left the customer’s copy resting on top. He was back at the couple’s table in a manner of seconds, and gone to check up on another table the next. Today was a busy day for the restaurant. Junhong had taken ill the day before, with a fever and vomiting, paired with a nasty cough and stuffy nose. There was no clue as to where such a nasty virus could have originated from, but the common assumption was that one of the customers had brought it into the restaurant and sneezed on his credit card or something. Naturally, everyone had steered clear of the boy once he was bed-ridden in the hopes that they would be saved from the horrors of such a sickness. That is, everyone but Yongguk. Himchan, being the loving, mother-like figure of their little group, had taken to the stove as soon as he first heard the youngest retching into the toilet. Though Himchan had been determined to take his chicken soup to Junhong himself, Yongguk had barred his way and declared that the blonde had a terrible immune system, and would surely catch what the waiter had. With an over exaggerated show of mumbles and grumbles and frustrated groans, Himchan eventually gave up the bowl in his hands, and the eldest had entered the battlefield armed with nothing more than the hot soup in his hands. As it turned out, even Yongguk’s supposed strong immune system couldn’t withstand the force of the bacteria that had manifested itself in Junhong’s body. It was only half a day later that the manager was hacking and sniffling in the bed right beside the first virus victim, and the other boys were left to man the restaurant on their own. Himchan became the self-proclaimed stand-in manager, and that had proved to be a disaster in itself after the first day. There wasn’t much the chef could do in terms of running their diner when he was constantly stuck in the kitchens. As the saying goes, “Out of sight, out of mind.” (Although it was hard to forget Himchan’s insufferable nagging, somehow, both Jongup and Daehyun, who were the only remaining waiters, had the skill of letting the elder’s words go in one ear and out the next.) Youngjae was the next to attempt claiming the head position, but Daehyun was quick to remind him that he was in the exact same situation as Himchan, and couldn’t do much commanding. This comment had earned him a haughty glare and a painful slap on the back of the hand with a wooden spatula. (Ever since ten days prior, Youngjae had hardly let go of the cooking tool, which was peculiar in that the blonde baker hadn’t used the specifically culinary-oriented item more than several times in his life. No one had any idea why the pastry chef was suddenly so attached to the spatula.) The kitchen divas quickly came to the same decision and appointed the cheerful, enthusiastic boy standing quietly beside Daehyun to the position, much to the elder’s chagrin. Of course, the egotistical food-vacuum had instantly felt that he was made to fit the role of manager, and had long awaited such an opportunity so that he could finally have some sort of control over the group, just for the power trip that it would bring. Oh, he would make them suffer, for all those times that they had mocked him and his endless stomach, jeered at him for every shudder when he was assigned to dish-duty, made fun of his thick lips. Especially Jongup. How he wished he could get back at that little demon! As innocent as the chocolate-haired puppy appeared, he was anything but. As soon as the first joke about thick lips had been introduced, Jongup had begun to catch him at random times and whisper “Dick-sucking lips,” into his ear. The worst part of it all was that nobody seemed to notice the beast hidden behind that smiling façade! Ah, but the constant groping of his ass was even more abominable. Was it really necessary for Jongup to slap his rear at every opportunity he had? Daehyun was determined to one day reveal Jongup’s real personality, and what better time to do that than when he was in charge? Unfortunately, Youngjae and Himchan had put a stop to those plans. “What? Why him?” Daehyun shrieked, disbelief and indignation lacing into his words. “He can’t be the manager, he... he... he never talks!” “That’s not true, Daehyun-hyung, I talk with you guys all the time. I’m not as comfortable with strangers, but customers are an entirely different story. All you have to do with them is be polite and smile twenty-four-seven.” That gained an eyebrow-raising contest between Himchan and Youngjae, because everyone knew that if there was anything that Jongup could do better than anyone else, it was smiling. “Damnit, he’s just saying that on purpose because he knows it’s true and it’ll win you over! He’s a manipulative bastard, don’t listen to him!” Daehyun growled, earning himself two scowls and a confused expression (the brunette was positive it was all an act.) “And that, Daehyun, is exactly why Jongup is going to be the manager, not you. He’s almost two years younger than you, and somehow he still manages to be more mature. Really, you disappoint me. I thought I had raised you better,” Himchan said sourly, lips pursed and hands on his hips as he looked up and down the waiter’s figure, seemingly trying to assess where it was he had gone wrong. “He’s too young to be the manager, just let me do it, hyung, please?” Daehyun pleaded, even going as far as to clasp his hands together and stick his bottom lip out into an atrocious pout. “It’s just two days, Daehyun, and then we have a day off for Jonguppie’s birthday. By that time, Yongguk will be as good as new and you don’t have to worry about Jongup not being a good manager, okay? Go set up the tables, we’re opening in ten minutes,” Himchan compromised, turning to the stew that was boiling in a large pot behind him to lower the gas underneath so that the mouth-watering meal wouldn’t spill over. “But-” “Just put it in a juice box and suck it up!” Youngjae hollered, and Daehyun flinched back, sulking out of the kitchen and to the lower floor, where he still had quite a few chairs and napkins to set out before the first lunch reservation arrived. Clearly, the blonde baker still held a grudge against him for forgetting to buy him a birthday present two weeks ago. Shit, I forgot to get Jongup a present too! Jongup would surely never forgive him if he didn’t get a gift from the elder, and Daehyun could just imagine how the sexual harassing would escalate from that day onward. No, he couldn’t let that happen. All of this touching was tormenting him enough, what with the way blood would rush down south no matter how hard he tried to will it away and the wet dreams he may or may not have had for a few nights when Jongup had “accidentally” palmed Daehyun’s crotch. During the tiny, half hour lunch break the staff gets, Daehyun approaches Jongup with purposeful steps, eyebrows hovering low over his eyes so that he could seem at least a little bit more intimidating. “So, how is taking care of all the tables upstairs and being a manager at the same time working for you?” “Just fine, thank you for asking,” Jongup replied, grin etched onto his face. Daehyun really wanted to wipe it off, because dammit he’s smirking at me internally, I just know it! “Really? No troubles with the customers at all? It isn’t hard on you? I know we always have more VIP reservations than regular reservations, so you and Yongguk-hyung have more people to attend to than me and Junhong do down here. It must be exhausting to do all that by yourself and order around the two idiots in the kitchens,” Daehyun pried. “Nah, it isn’t too bad. I can keep up with it all because I can move really fast.” Suddenly, Jongup’s grin seemed to morph into something more perverse, thin eyebrows wiggling just a little and holy hell that was a sexual innuendo, wasn’t it? The look disappears as quickly as it had appeared, and Daehyun is left wondering if maybe he had imagined it all? “Is that it, hyung? I kind of want to go take a bite of that bread Youngjae-hyung made.” “Uh… y-yeah. Just, if you need my help, all you have to do is ask.” “I’ll keep that in mind, thanks!” Jongup trotted off to the freshly baked focaccia bread, leaving Daehyun stunned and questioning what he had gotten himself into. He had a feeling that Youngjae wasn’t the only one who knew how to hold a grudge; Jongup was probably looking into getting back at the elder for calling him a manipulative bastard. The waiter could only hope that whatever the brunette was planning wouldn’t damage him too much.     “Daehyun, Jongup wants you to lend a hand upstairs!” Himchan called, not even sparing the dark-haired boy a glance as he frantically skidded around his workstation, handling all eight pots and pans currently on the stove. “What?” Daehyun screeched in irritation, halting in his rapid round of the countertops, with three plates balanced on each arm unsteadily. He wasn’t nearly as good in the balancing act as Junhong was, but the tables were full and the people were waiting for their dishes, and there wasn’t much else he could do about it except bring the food as requested. “I was just up there picking up all of the plates; can’t he take care of it himself? I’ve got my own shit to take care of!” “No cursing in the restaurant, Daehyun, you know that,” Jongup stated firmly, sliding down the rail of the staircase that connected the back rooms of both floors. “You said you would help me out, and now that it’s our rush hour, I’m having trouble handling all the customers. Is there a problem with that?” The younger swiftly made his way to Youngjae, picking up four orders of desserts for the family at table two, and rushed up the stairs again before Daehyun had a second chance to open his mouth. “Fucking hell!” Daehyun shouted angrily, completely ignoring the warning remark from their stand-in manager just seconds earlier. “I’ve been running up and down those goddamn stairs for the past two hours! What is he doing that’s so important that he can’t even do his own floor by himself? He’s just using me! I bet he’s not even working properly!” He clenched his jaw hard, causing his teeth to grit against each other painfully. “Shut the fuck up before you make me screw something up! I do not work well in a stressful environment. Just do what he tells you and complain later, we’ve got a restaurant and a reputation we gotta keep up! Now shoo!” Youngjae yelled, crushing the egg in his hand from the effort it took to project his voice clearly at Daehyun through the chaos around them. Seeing the gooey yellow dripping down the blonde’s hand and the rage-induced red staining his pale face, the waiter made a quick and effective decision and hightailed it out of there, nearly dropping one of the orders on his upper arm in his haste to remove himself from a no longer safe location. He had a feeling that after today’s events, eating whatever Youngjae would offer him for dessert would not be beneficial for neither his health nor his survival. Who knew what poisons the young terror had hidden in the cupboards he had on his side of the kitchen? That was probably the reason why he didn’t like it when people trespassed into his area. Obviously, he had something to hide. Daehyun has decided that he has had enough when Himchan sends him to the VIP tables for the umpteenth time, and ignores the request for his help, choosing to continue pleasing his customers with charming smiles and a honey-smooth voice. This, however, backfires, because when he slips through the swinging doors to nab a little snack and a relieve himself of the dirty dishes weighing him down, Himchan is right by his side, grabbing him by the ear with his thumb and forefinger in a bruising pinch. “Ow! Hyung, that hurts! Let go! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! What was that for?” Daehyun complains, rubbing glumly at his smarting flesh and dodging another attack for the next ear. “If you don’t want me to drag you up those steps by the ears, I suggest you get up there and do what Jongup tells you.” The reply is eerily calm and sends chills down the brunette’s spine. He doesn’t dare argue with the elder male, knowing full well that when Himchan has lost all of his playfulness and patience, there remains only a centimeter between himself and a line that should never be crossed, lest he wishes to never have the opportunity of making mini-Daehyuns in the future. The waiter, like any sane man, certainly wants to keep his offspring-creator safe from harm, and thus he marches right up the metal staircase, resisting the urge to check behind himself for reassurance that Himchan was not aiming a gun at the back of his head. Another two hours later, Daehyun’s thigh and leg muscles are screaming in agony, and pain is laced into every shuffle over the wooden floors. Exhaustion has seeped into his performance in front of customers, and though he still manages to bring the meals without further ado, smiles are a waste of precious energy, and small talk only steals away breath he is too tired to regain. The entire workday has been nothing short of hell, and Daehyun can’t even be bothered to protest; all he can muster is a meek sigh as he trudges up the stairs for the millionth time and collects the dinnerware on two empty tables. Jongup, on the other hand, is as chipper as he was that morning, and is jumping from one booth to the next, speaking to the diners and seeing to their demands. It’s clear that the amount of work the younger has done pales in comparison to the efforts Daehyun has put in, but complaining is no longer a feasible task. When the last customers have left and the lights in the dining area have been dimmed, the cleaning begins. The waiter is assigned to mopping the floors, stacking the chairs, and washing the table surfaces of the lower level, and with a defeated spirit, he starts on the long job, eyes drooping shut and weight unsteady on his feet. Time seems to crawl by at a snail’s pace, but eventually Daehyun realizes that he needs to sit down before he collapses. Just a minute, and I’ll get back to work. He promises himself, but one minute is all it takes for him to doze off with his cheek rested on the cool glass of a couple table.     “Daehyun!” Jongup called, frowning and tapping his foot in impatience. The elder had finally stopped resisting after Himchan had given him a piece of his mind, but now the tousle-haired male was nowhere to be found. “He’s supposed to be cleaning the bottom floor, go check out there,” Youngjae suggested, gesturing to in the general direction of the main room. Jongup strode through the doors to the kitchens, looking around in the low light to try and locate the Busan boy. “Dae-” he froze, mouth still open to finish the name but gaze fixated on the dreaming waiter. A soft smile crept onto his lips, curling them upward as he neared the weary male and observed the innocence of his sleeping face. He knew he had been rather harsh during the day, but it was his firm belief that the idiot deserved every last bit of his wrath. Today wouldn’t be the end of it, either, Jongup had plans on continuing this torture as long as Yongguk was still out of commission. Daehyun still had much more to endure, but perhaps for the first day, this was enough. With a breathy chuckle, Jongup eased the mop still in the brunette’s slack grip out and finished the chores. He dropped back to where Himchan and Youngjae were silently preparing all of them dinner and dessert, informing them that Daehyun would not be attending, and to save his portion for the morning. “I’ll join you guys up here as soon as I get hyung to his room, alright?” Jongup assured before heading back out to where Daehyun was slouched over in his seat. He gently tugged the elder out from the mini-booth, wrapping the loose arms around his neck and hoisting the man onto his back. He stood, adjusting his grip, and rolled his eyes at the tiny whimpers he could hear Daehyun emitting as protestations to being moved. “Just go back to sleep hyung, I’m taking you to your room.” Three minutes, two doors, and one floor down, Daehyun was undressed to his boxers and snuggled under the covers of his bed, with Jongup hovering over him and running soothing hands through his hair. “Goodnight, hyung,” Jongup whispered, allowing himself another second to lean down and peck the male on the forehead before he left to join the chefs upstairs.     “Daehyun, Jongup wants to see you in the office.” “What? What did I do this time? Goddamn, why am I the only one who sees that he is abusing his power?” Daehyun groaned, stomping his foot in frustration, much like a child would. “Because you’re the only one who claims he’s picking on you. He’s been nothing but an angel to us, honestly, I don’t get why you keep complaining,” Youngjae retorted coldly, flipping the crêpe in his pan expertly. “Then clearly, he has something against me!” “Maybe you have something against him? I don’t understand what’s happened, you two used to be such good friends.” “We would still be good friends if he wasn’t bossing me up and down those stairs from hell!” “He’s the manager, that’s his job. And he’s doing it pretty well, if you ask me.” Youngjae shrugged nonchalantly, pouring another round of batter into the pan as soon as the crêpe before it was on the plate next to him. “I think Daehyun just has something against managers. I mean, he and Yongguk aren’t joined at the hip either, you know. Though I don’t know why, that man is loaded. As a matter of fact, all of you are,” Himchan piped up from the opposite side of the back room, wiggling his eyebrows up and down and shaking his ass from side to side. Daehyun refused to admit that his eyes had immediately directed to the pert mounds. Youngjae, on the other hand, seemed to have no problems with staring, and did so openly, even going so far as to lick his lips. “Hyung, you two only get along because you’ve fucked and you’re the same age,” Daehyun commented smartly, shaking his head with a sigh. “That’s a lie, Daehyun. You try and tell me you wouldn’t want someone with such a delicious body to bend you over and devour you. I’m sure every one of us have thought about that possibility before, am I right, or am I right?” Himchan trilled, pleased to see that both Youngjae and Daehyun swallowed thickly at the images in their heads. The sex escapades between the five (Junhong was much too young to be included as of yet) of them were no secret, and everyone knew that Himchan and Yongguk had gone at it before, and as of late, Himchan and Youngjae. (Though the precise details of that night were kept away from the other boys, because Yongguk would surely slaughter them if he knew that the had done it on top of Youngjae’s workstation.) Yongguk and Jongup had helped each other out on occasions before as well, and there was that one evening when Junhong had left to visit his family, and Youngjae had taken the opportunity to sneak into Jongup’s room. His moans that night, however, left nothing to the imagination. Daehyun would be lying if he said he didn’t want to experience the glorifying sex that Youngjae’s moans ascertained, because damn, how good must Jongup be to get that arrogant bitch to beg and scream to loudly? Those thoughts were usually kept far away from the Busan boy’s mind, but treacherous as they were, they seemed to reappear right after every time Jongup took a swat at his ass. “Daehyun!” “I’m fucking coming already,” Daehyun muttered, clinging on to the railing of the staircase he was traipsing up on his way to the office he hadn’t known existed until he had been summoned there two minutes ago. It was now Wednesday, the last day that the former-waiter-now-manager-stand-in held the position, as his birthday was the next day, and both Yongguk and Junhong were looking considerably less green than before. Daehyun found Jongup sitting with his arms crossed in a leather chair behind a long, wooden desk. This is what we call an office? It was amusing, really, and the brunette had to bite the inside of his cheek to restrain from laughing out loud. “I got a complaint from a customer today.” That halted whatever chortles were bubbling up his throat. “What? Who? There have been hardly any people here all day, it’s Wednesday and the middle of the day!” “It was one of yesterday’s reservations, but I didn’t get the complaint until today. Regardless, the customer was with his young children on a family night out, and they happened to hear your very loud cursing. I don’t think you realize, Daehyun, that swinging doors are just that – swinging. They don’t close entirely behind you from the first time. The customer was at table seven, which you and I both know is the closest to the back, so when you started spouting your colorful language left and right, the kids got quite the earful. Needless to say, their parents weren’t all too happy, especially when this morning their nine-year old daughter called her six-year old brother a “fucking twit.”” Daehyun lowered his head guiltily, quite clearly recalling that exact same family the day before, though he wasn’t quite sure what other choice words he had used to describe Jongup in those moments. “I warned you about this, Daehyun. I told you that swearing is banned from our restaurant, but I guess you didn’t listen to me. Do you know what I had to go through to placate their father? That one little mishap could have ruined our entire business, and just because you didn’t want to shut your dirty trap!” Jongup was growing exceedingly angrier, both the pitch and volume of his voice lowering dangerously. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t know. I didn’t mean to!” “Of course you didn’t mean to, but that’s not going to change anything, now is it?” “Please, Jongup, I’m sorry, just don’t tell Yongguk!” Despite the years of friendship the six boys had between them, if Daehyun was a threat to their establishment, then Yongguk, who had been the one to start off the business and had the most of the share, could easily find someone else to take Daehyun’s position. The waiter wasn’t sure if that would happen, because Bang was easily one of the nicest people he knew, but it was a risk he wasn’t willing to take, regardless. “And why shouldn’t I?” “Please, Jongup, I’ll do anything! Anything at all!” Daehyun pleaded desperately, but bit his tongue painfully as soon as he saw the lustful gleam lighting in Jongup’s eyes. “Anything?” “A-anything.” “Get down on your knees, then, Daehyunnie-hyung. We’ve got a longer break today; the next reservation isn’t until an hour and a half from now.” Daehyun stared at the younger hesitantly, slowly sinking to his knees in compliance as he watched the teen stand up and round the table, reaching for the belt securing his pants to his hips. “Wh-what are you going to do?” “We’re just going to have a little fun, Daehyunnie. You’ll enjoy it, I promise.” Jongup’s grin was almost feral, and the shivers it sent rolling up Daehyun’s spine were just the beginning of what was later to come. The belt clinked as it landed on the surface behind Jongup, and the boy seated himself on the edge of the desk, legs spreading as soon as his pants slipped off, revealing a small bulge that grew in size right in front of the elder’s eyes. “Now, now, don’t be shy, hyung. Come suck me off like the little slut I know you are.” “I’m not a slut,” Daehyun protested, cowering back when Jongup fixed him with an amused but threatening stare. “I said come here. I won’t repeat myself a third time, Daehyun.” The waiter could sense that it truly was in his best interest to crawl forward from the tone of voice the younger used. Slowly, he scooted closer, urged on by the other’s constant hums of encouragement and approval, until he was eyelevel with the black fabric hiding Jongup’s engorged member. A hand threaded through his hair, surprisingly gently fingers massaging his scalp as the hand brought his face closer, until his hot breath was fanning across the now much larger tent. “Come on, I’m sure you know exactly what I want you to do,” Jongup egged on, lids hooded low over his dark orbs as he watched the male tentatively reach for the waistband of his boxers. Daehyun gulped back a low whine as he peeled away the last layer, letting it loose as soon as it had passed the curve of the younger’s knees. He didn’t know where all of his rationality had gone, but the urge to submit completely was growing in his gut and all of his blood was running south. Jongup was obviously unnaturally large for his age, and in a moment of panic, Daehyun leaned away from the hard member, lips betraying his fear and spewing incoherent, blabbering worries. The hand that had now found its way to the back of his head didn’t let him move too far, and soon the velvety tip of something hot was pressing at his dry lips. Daehyun shook his head, resisting with every fiber of his being. “N-no, no, no, Jongup- I- I can’t, don’t make me do this I c-” Annoyed, Jongup pushed Daehyun down, thrusting his cock right into the warm wetness of the waiter’s mouth far enough so that the elder’s throat choked around him. Seeing the tears collecting and spilling over the brunette’s eyes and hearing the ragged inhalations he tried to make through his nose to combat the spluttering and gagging, Jongup took pity on the Busan boy, pulling him off for a second of respite. “Breathe, Daehyun. Just breathe,” he suggested, before rocking back in shallowly, eyes shutting at the pleasure that spiked through his body at the heavenly feeling of being enveloped in heat. The words echoed in the elder’s head as he tried to adjust to the large organ fucking his mouth, and he followed the advice as best he could, eyes screwed closed in embarrassment as saliva trickled out of the corner of his mouth and down to his chin. He unhinged his jaw as much as possible, letting his tongue swipe messily around the thick length, nostrils flaring as they took in a constant supply of oxygen. The blissful moan Jongup allowed to escape when Daehyun’s teeth accidentally scraped along a prominent vein had fire pooling in the depths of the other’s stomach, and the pride that came with it strung the boy along on a trip of adrenaline. “Mm, that’s a good boy, Daehyun. You’re a good little whore, aren’t you, baby?” Jongup complimented, the fistful of hair he had in his grip slackening slightly as he realized that he was more than likely pulling it too hard. Daehyun hummed appreciatively, his own cock swelling in the confines of his slacks. He sucked his cheeks in as best as he could, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he worked to bring the younger to the edge. The faster he finishes, the faster I can go. That, Daehyun assured himself, was the only reason why he was even making an effort. It wasn’t because the compliments and the dirty words were getting him off, oh no. Not at all. He lapped at the cum beading on the head when he was able to pull away a bit, trying not to cringe at the bitter, unfamiliar taste. The entire length was slicked with his spit now, and his lips were glistening, pulled taut around the sizeable organ. “You like that, huh, bitch? You like sucking my cock. You like me talking dirty too, don’t you? Because that’s all you are, a dirty, fucking cock slut.” The moan that tore from Daehyun’s throat sent irresistible vibrations up the younger’s manhood, eliciting a low grunt of approval. The waiter’s cock strained in his pants, and he could feel himself leaking, the drops of seed absorbed into the gray material of his underwear. It was only a matter of time before his slacks inherited the dark spot of wetness, too. Without warning, Jongup’s hips stilled in their frantic thrusting, and something hot filled up Daehyun’s mouth, some spilling out from the sheer amount of it, some sliding down his throat, forcing him to swallow. He coughed, shudders raking down his back in disgust, eyes watering, looking completely ruined. He felt himself being picked up roughly and splayed out onto the desk, his pants ripping away to show his painful erection to the demon that had taken advantage of him. “Do you want some help with that, Daehyunnie?” Jongup asked kindly, but his devious smirk was a stark contrast to his gentle words. Daehyun wanted to reject the offer, he really did. He had had enough in the past fifteen minutes, he didn’t want anything else to do with this cruel bastard. Jongup, however, quickly understood what was on his mind, and slipped off the tie around his neck, stuffing it into Daehyun’s open mouth as a makeshift gag, pressing a tender kiss to the boy’s forehead, much like he had two days before, when he had tucked the sleeping male into bed. The belt Jongup had discarded earlier was put to good use as well, secured around the brunette’s wrists so that he could move his arms, but not separate them and fight against the ravishing of his body. The elder’s boxers were discarded in the same direction as his pants had gone moments ago, and the incessant squirming began. Garbled sounds escaped the folds of the tie, syllables all a jumbled mess that didn’t serve to get the point across, and Jongup easily ignored them, his attention focused on the proud erection the elder was sporting. “How would you like it, hyung? From behind? Do you want to ride me? How does doing it in front of a mirror sound?” the brunette questioned, his fingers languidly stroking the other’s cock, Cheshire grin in place. Daehyun shook his head frantically to every option, pressing his legs tightly together to prevent the manager from getting anywhere he wasn’t wanted. Determined, Jongup thumbed the head of the heavy organ, observing the shivers that loosened Daehyun’s body and taking what might be his only chance to push the male’s knees apart and wedge his hips in between the thick thighs. “Just enjoy it, Daehyun. It’s easier that way. I promise I won’t do anything you don’t like,” Jongup murmured, resting his forehead on the waiter’s shoulder and breathing the words into his ear hotly, his teeth nipping at the lobe playfully before he took it into his mouth and rolled it between his teeth. Daehyun had already started to give in even before the suggestion, and the pleasurable sensations assaulting his body from the constant pumping of his cock to the lines of hickies Jongup marred his previously unblemished skin with. Jongup’s fingers, warm but sinful, slipped underneath the elder’s work shirt, creeping their way up to one of the perked buds on his chest. They circled the dusky nipple, feeling it pebble under their influence, before they tweaked the small nub, heightening its sensitivity until just a brush of contact had Daehyun whimpering through the gag. With Daehyun successfully distracted by the assault on his nipples, Jongup’s second hand had ceased its ministrations on the weeping manhood and grabbed for the lube. Having only one hand available, Jongup hitched one of Daehyun’s legs over his shoulder, providing him with better access to the twitching entrance, and poured a generous amount over it as best as he could. Daehyun’s hands, secured over his head, fisted, nails biting into the flesh of his palm as he writhed from the cool substance, his convulsing only intensifying when Jongup’s digits found their way into his hole. He was struggling for breath already, unable to gasp in any oxygen with the restriction of a tie in his mouth, and Jongup had yet to insert a third appendage. There was a slight burn in his lower back from the two sudden intrusions, but the pain was welcomed, the slightly bitter half to a sweet feeling. Almost as if Jongup’s fingers were trained to do so, they crooked up, pressing in deeper and running over a special spot that had stars exploding behind Daehyun’s closed eyes. His back arched off the table, a long, drawn-out moan raised sharply in pitch accompanying the elegant curve of his spine as he all but withered completely. The other leg, which wasn't hiked on top of Jongup's shoulder, had come to wrap around Jongup’s waist, pulling the teen in closer from his desperation to experience that momentary high once more. The temporary manager complied only too willingly, his third digit finding its place nestled in the tight channel beside its brothers, increasing the attack on Daehyun’s prostate. The brunette was quickly climbing up a steep path to release, his chest heaving and sweat glistening over every inch of visible skin, his vocal chords strained from the constant, ecstatic noises they relayed. Jongup had once again taken to palming the elder’s erection, gaze locked onto the thrashing boy below him, his own arousal resting hot and heavy against his abdominals. He had wanted to enter the waiter at first, but decided against it so that he could witness all of the over-stimulated reactions the other had in store for him. His fingers had stilled inside of Daehyun’s hole, firmly lodged alongside the bundle of nerves as his eyes hungrily devoured the shuddering, quivering, ruined form of his hyung. Jongup, feeling gracious, removed the gag from Daehyun’s mouth, only to be met with several, staccato moans as the man reached his peak. On instinct, the manager’s grip around the throbbing cock clamped down like a vice, cutting off the relief Daehyun was so close to getting. Tears spilled from the corners of the male’s eyes, sobs racking his body as he was swept through a torturous, dry orgasm. “Please, pl-please, J-Jongup, let- let me c-come, please, ple-ease, please!” Daehyun begged, feeling entirely too helpless and yearning for the release that seemed so close, yet so far away. “Not yet. Wait for me, baby,” Jongup grunted, letting go of Daehyun once he assured that the boy wouldn’t tumble over the edge as soon as his grip slackened, and reached for his own erection. He tugged on it harshly, keeping anything that would slow down his orgasm at bay, as the fingers still inside the waiter resumed their work. What seemed like a few short moments later, Daehyun was once again on the brink, eyes rolling into the back of his head as finally, finally, Jongup gave him the go ahead. He came, spurts of his seed landing all over his uniform, and Jongup followed closely behind, groaning deeply as his own orgasm washed over him, milky white substance painting Daehyun’s thighs. As Daehyun lay, the bliss of his high still clouding his thoughts, Jongup cleaned up around them, using tissues to collect the evidence of their activities. He removed the waiter’s dirty shirt, replacing it with a spare they had in the closet where most of their jackets and other outdoor-wear was kept. He gathered Daehyun in his arms, depositing the exhausted man in the leather desk chair with a gentle smile. “Junhong said he was coming in after lunch since he feels fine today, so take as long as you need before coming back, alright? Just make sure you aren’t slacking off too much today,” Jongup warned, slipping his belt into the loops of his slacks and opting to ignore the saliva-coated tie still hanging half-off the table. He winked, blowing a kiss to the disoriented brunette in the chair, and closed the door behind him as he headed back to work.      a/n: I owe this chapter to my waifu, who gave me the idea, because I am an uncreative blob of stupid and she is a rainbow faerie of awesome. yes. ALSO, JUICEBOXES GUYS. JUICEBOXES. THANK HER FOR THE JUICEBOXES. (you don't know what I mean unless you're lynn but you will see in the future, I promise~ >:D)I keep changing the tags on this fic because I can't make up my mind whoops. ah well. ><And now for my spazzing of how freaking awesome jongup is because HOLY HELL BOI YOU ARE MY ANGEL OHMAIGAWD I CAN'T EVEN LIKE HOLY HELL YOU HAVE MUSCLES, AND A NICE VOICE, A PERFECT SMILE, AND JUST EVERYTHING AND UGH MARRY ME PLEASE? OR SHOW ME A VIDEO OF YOU DESTROYING HIMCHAN BY FUCKING HIM OPEN AND ALL THAT GOOD STUFF YES HIMUP4LYFE. Happy happy happy birthday, I love you so much, don't ever stop smiling you adorable little puppy! (with a hidden sex beast inside ahahaha //so not okay right now)JUST LOOK AT THIS GODLY BODYi can't. I'm so done. god. i just can't.Bais~

-Jess