Chapter 11 #2
When Jase called to invite me to a housewarming party, I had almost teased him until I heard how serious he sounded, because Nikko was very excited about the idea of having everyone over to their new place for the first time and playing host.
Even though all of RYSING had relocated and settled in on various floors of the same building, Nikko cohabiting with Jase on the downlow had been deemed cause for celebration.
So here we all are, lounging around their apartment, having stuffed ourselves with chicken while sipping beer and hearing about the two of them adjusting to living with a significant other and a small dog that is clearly the master of the house.
As far as I can tell, it’s been nothing but domestic bliss.
It’s sweet to watch them together in their own space, really living their lives together.
That same strange sort of envy I keep feeling pokes at me as I gaze at Sun.
I know we’re just getting started—still learning about each other and figuring out what this is, what it could be.
It’s a big deal, though, taking this type of risk to even give him—and us—a chance.
But I see the way he looks back at me, like he is right now, and I know I’m doing the right thing.
No one, not a single one of the women I’ve dated, has ever given me these kind of cliche romcom butterflies.
Sun told me in one of those up-all-night conversations that he wanted a romance like the ones he reads.
I may not be familiar with the same stories he’s dreaming about, but I’ve never backed down from a challenge.
In my peripheral vision, I catch sight of Sun standing up, waiting for me to glance his way again. He gives a subtle nod to the door and begins to weave his way towards it, deftly navigating around obstacles—a pile of dog toys, stack of English language learning books, and Chita’s broad frame.
I think I’m being stealthy, sneaking out while Noel is barking and demanding everyone’s attention, but I swear I hear, “that took longer than I expected,” as I close the door behind me and meet Sun in the hallway.
He’s got a coy smile on his face as he asks, “Do you want to see my place, hyung?”
The invitation seems like it might include a lot more than just a tour of his apartment, but I agree, letting him take my hand and lead me all the way to the threshold of his bedroom.
What I can see of the place looks nice, a mix of him and Chita, but I don’t get much of a chance to take it all in before he’s tugging me into his room.
Sun is stronger than he looks—especially when he’s motivated—and he’s an actual force of nature when he’s determined. He pushes me, literally moving me toward his bed, telling me to sit down and asking if he can take my pants off in the same breath.
“Wha- what?” I stammer as his hands are at my waist, his fingers teasing at the button of my jeans. “Sun…”
“Yes? Please say yes,” he says breathlessly, his knees on either side of my legs as he bows his head to kiss me.
All the fight in me—the reasons why this seems like a bad idea—flies right out of my head when our lips meet in a filthy kiss. Full of hunger and pent up longing and I can’t get enough of it.
Enough of him.
I’ll give him anything he wants right now and if that’s taking off my pants, okay.
I had wondered how I might react in the moment—this kind of situation—if we got here, and now I know.
I flick the button open, and that seems to be enough permission for him.
He was waiting, but as soon as I consented, he was ready.
I’m not even sure how he managed to whip the denim down my thighs so effortlessly, requiring only the slightest lift of my hips.
But somehow, my jeans are pooled around my ankles and he’s sliding to the floor, fitting into the open space between my knees and kneeling on the material.
Like he’s keeping me where he wants me.
My cock twitches in my briefs, and I can see him notice right as I feel it happen. Sun leans down to nuzzle me, his nose against the outline of my length that’s becoming clearer by the second.
He takes a deep breath that sounds a little shaky as he gently grasps me through the silky red material. “Want this so bad,” he murmurs, using his fingers to skim up toward the waistband.
I’m very aware of the way I’m holding my breath, more anxious about this reveal with him than I have been with any past partner. I know I’ve got plenty to work with, and I know he doesn’t have anyone to compare me to, but I still don’t want to disappoint him.
When he tugs my underwear down and his eyes go wide, I realize I have nothing to worry about. He literally licks his lips as he lets himself stare and then wraps his hand around me and groans as he gives me a slow stroke like he’s getting acquainted. “Even better than I imagined.”
I want to know exactly what he imagined, and I’m about ready to ask, but suddenly his mouth is on me and the wet warmth stops every question I might have had. He reaches for my hands, putting them on his head, and then grips my thighs and just… swallows my cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss, tangling my fingers tightly in his hair.
I can feel his throat working around me, and the sensation is just so much.
Too much almost, because I feel like seventeen-year-old Kija getting sucked off for the first time and trying not to lose it immediately.
But as he moans—a soft, satisfied sound with his lips literally at the base of my dick—I shudder, a full-body tremor that I can’t control, and we are in dangerous territory already. How is he this fucking good?
With every swirl of his tongue and each greedy noise that escapes him, I creep closer to the edge. When he pulls back to gasp for air, eyes watering and mouth slick, he looks wrecked, and I think he’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I want to kiss him, but I don’t have the chance because he takes me in deep again, with an ease I’ve never experienced before that is making me crazy.
His fingers grasp gently at my balls in a way that makes me think no one has ever paid enough attention to them, and the other hand slips away.
There’s a soft choking sound, and I’m worried that my hips snapped forward too hard with the slight rhythm he had begun to encourage, but then I see why.
Sun’s got his hand down his own pants, jerking himself off while he gives me head. Like he’s so turned on by being able to do this, he can’t wait. Can’t help himself.
The whole sight of him is so sexy that I almost can’t believe I really get to be part of this—his eyes closed, lips wrapped around the tip of my cock, fist moving frantically, totally lost in pleasure.
He whimpers even as his tongue slides over me, and I can see the way he tenses, grip faltering, as he spills over his hand.
Immediately, his focus is solely on me again, but I don’t need much at all.
Watching him get off on getting me off was more than enough, and I’m coming down his throat before he can swallow around me again.
I swear my whole body goes boneless, and I collapse back onto his bed, but I still catch a glimpse of him licking his lips again, the taste of me all over them.
I groan, a little lightheaded from the intensity of that orgasm. I give myself a moment to catch my breath, the beat of my heart all over the place, only made worse as he lifts his hand to his mouth and licks his fingers clean. “Sun. Sun, come here…”
He’s on me before I even get my arm lifted to try to pull him in, crawling up and leaning over me to kiss me. His lips are on mine, and as soon as my tongue dips into his mouth, I can taste us both there. Sun sighs into the kiss, satiated now that he’s gotten what he wants.
When he pulls away, panting, he looks right at me, his eyes meeting mine. “I have dreamed about this so many times. Having you in my bed.”
“Yeah?” It’s all I can manage to ask, overwhelmed by everything as I am.
Sun nods, smirking. “Whenever I touch myself, I always think of you. When I finger myself open, I imagine it’s you.”
I swallow hard, my mind instantly bringing up images of him writhing on these sheets and wishing I was here with him. I’m not surprised at how badly I want that now. Just lying here, half dressed, with our cocks out and pressed together, is showing me just what he’s been able to do to me.
He’s got me.
I admit it.
I reach up for him, brushing my thumb over his full lower lip. “You want it like that?”
Leaning into my touch, he nods against my hand. “I want you like that.”
Before I can think of how to respond, a series of bells sounds from inside his pocket. He rolls off me, grabs his phone, and takes a look. “They’ve noticed we’re missing.”
Oh, shit.
I had completely forgotten why I was even here.
Jase and Nikko. Housewarming. Right.
I watch as Sun gets his clothes situated and runs his fingers through his hair. He’s got that post-sex glow, though, that I know will give us away.
Even as I try my best to look like I didn’t just get possibly the best blow job of my life, I am very aware it’s a lost cause.
Following him back down the hall to Jase’s place, I attempt to prepare myself for the commentary that will occur as soon as they see us.
I’m sure I look like my whole world just got turned inside-out and upside-down, because that’s exactly how I feel.
I’d say Sun looks a little smug as we approach their apartment, and I can’t resist giving him a little smack on the ass. I see both the surprise and the realization that he liked it flit across his face.
I’ll have to remember that for later.
As soon as the door opens, Jase and Nikko are both standing there waiting for us. They take one look at Sun and me, side by side, and burst out laughing.
Jase punches me lightly on the shoulder. “Damn, Kija.”