#059
Even while returning to the room with trembling legs, Yechan thrust his cock into Jiwoon’s inside. Jiwoon was on all fours like a dog in the hallway, biting down hard on Yechan’s cock.
After barely making it back to the room, Yechan poured water into his own mouth and kissed Jiwoon. Jiwoon greedily drank the water Yechan gave him several times.
Yechan stood Jiwoon against the door, wall, and window, going in and out of his inside until liquid came from Jiwoon’s cock.
Jiwoon gritted his teeth wherever they touched and dug his nails wherever he could grab while receiving Yechan’s cock. The taste of Yechan’s blood wouldn’t leave his mouth.
It was a weekend filled entirely with crazy sex.
* * *
Jiwoon, who woke up Sunday afternoon, stared blankly at Yechan sleeping next to him. Recognition of reality returned very slowly.
And the moment he came to his senses, Jiwoon bolted upright and hurriedly escaped from the room. His heart beat like crazy. His muscles screamed. Self-loathing devoured his brain.
“Wow… fucking hell, really.”
His body reflected in the bathroom mirror was devastating. The traces of their lovemaking were cruelly explicit.
Recalling that Yechan’s back, which he had faced upon waking, was covered in nail marks, Jiwoon stood under the shower, turned on the water, and covered his face with both hands. Hah…
He didn’t have the confidence to leave the bathroom. Yechan, whom he had desperately wanted to see but simultaneously never wanted to see, was just beyond one door.
Jiwoon recalled Yechan’s face holding his drunk hands. …Fuck. This was both a curse at Yechan and at himself for getting excited the moment he remembered that face.
Jiwoon seriously considered whether he should submit another leave of absence. But until when? Or should he transfer to a completely different university? Make sense.
His head spun. Yechan was a classmate in the same department. As long as he continued attending school, they would have to meet constantly. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t avoid Yechan.
He felt suffocated. Despite Jiwoon’s efforts, their gears were meshing and turning together again.
Jiwoon thought about their relationship that had returned to its original state so easily. Recalling the actions Yechan had taken toward him after the general meeting, he somehow felt like he had been manipulated.
But then, what should he have done? At that time, he had no choice. Seo Yechan was always a foul that shattered all his patience.
Shit… Jiwoon cursed under his breath once more. Yechan was an irresistible force. An existence that made him step on full throttle rather than the brakes.
Moreover, Jiwoon had been intoxicated by longing for such a Yechan the entire time. For him, these two years apart from Yechan weren’t time to clear away debris and grow new flesh. Rather, it was time that made a person wither and starve. And his starving self had gone out of control.
“Ah…”
Jiwoon let out a soft sigh. It was painful. Two years of effort had turned to nothing in just one day, but he didn’t even have the strength to be angry. He just felt empty.
When he turned the shower lever toward cold water, ice-cold water poured over his head. His heated head finally cooled down.
He had to decide how to treat Yechan outside. Fortunately, the time that had passed had somewhat broadened Jiwoon’s horizons. Within that expanded world, Jiwoon mulled over his thoughts.
The conclusion came surprisingly quickly. In the end, he and Yechan had met again. He suddenly recalled Yechan’s youthful appearance saying they should continue watching movies, going to arcades, and going to cafes in the future.
Jiwoon scrubbed his body clean under the cold water. Close senior and junior. That phrase, which had seemed pathetic throughout high school, somehow looked okay now.
Anyway, he couldn’t stand beside Yechan. He would love quietly alone, and when someone good came into Yechan’s life, he would just watch from the sidelines.
At that moment, Jiwoon thought of Cha Yewon. And he chuckled, imagining Yechan introducing someone comparable to her.
Yes, he laughed. It seemed the past time hadn’t been completely useless. Surprisingly, he had grown. Really, it was better than he thought.
Of course, it wasn’t that it didn’t hurt… but still, his heart fluttered at the thought of seeing a happy Yechan. Now, watching a happy Yechan, he would no longer be pathetic. That was enough for Jiwoon.
And someday, really someday, his one-sided love would end too. It had to.
Jiwoon tried to imagine himself loving someone other than Yechan. Actually, he couldn’t imagine that far, but he could at least imagine himself watching over a happy Yechan.
The moment he pictured that, greed rippled up inside Jiwoon. If so, he wanted to become Yechan’s lifelong close senior, close hyung.
Was this greed? But Jiwoon was more happy than anything to meet Yechan again. To the point where he didn’t want to drift apart ever again.
Jiwoon steeled his resolve. However, to achieve this, he had to stop playing around with Yechan as they had promised in the past. This time, they hadn’t just kissed like before. Now they were two people who had mixed bodies.
What had already happened couldn’t be helped. But from now on, there should be no more physical relationship between Lee Jiwoon and Seo Yechan. This wasn’t just to give Yechan room to meet someone serious.
Pleasure was something that contaminated thinking. It made one harbor unnecessary expectations.
He would never have sex with Seo Yechan again. Having made this resolution, Jiwoon turned off the shower lever and shook his head.
* * *
Yechan woke up to rustling sounds. All his nerves were still focused on Jiwoon.
Yechan, who opened his eyes only after Jiwoon left the room, lay quietly on the bed blinking his eyelids. After a while, a bright smile spread across Yechan’s lips.
He had finally found Lee Jiwoon. He met him, talked to him, and held him. Trumpet sounds rang in his head. Yechan felt like he was floating on clouds.
The sex with Jiwoon, who had run to the end of passion, was ecstatically wonderful. Traces that were hard to look at remained, but this was also proof of the intense pleasure that had continued.
Since they had met again, it felt like connecting their hearts like before would happen quickly. Yechan breathed softly and suppressed the excitement and impatience filling his heart.
He wanted to see Jiwoon. Yechan, who sprang up from his seat, changed the bed sheets and tidied the room.
The traces of their lovemaking scattered everywhere reminded him of yesterday. Thanks to this, Yechan, who was clearing away the traces, had to sigh at his swelling lower parts again.
Even after running the vacuum and quickly finishing his shower, Jiwoon was still washing. Yechan, who had gathered Jiwoon’s clothes in front of the bathroom, smiled and headed to the kitchen.
Lee Jiwoon was still inside Seo Yechan’s house.
“It’s delicious. Really.”
Jiwoon looked back and forth between the vongole on the table and Yechan’s face. It was such an excellent meal that he couldn’t remember the taste of the vongole Yechan had made before.
Jiwoon was wearing his own clothes that he had left at Yechan’s house during high school. Although his body had grown after going to the military, the size was quite good, probably because he only wore oversized clothes.
Yechan thoroughly observed Jiwoon’s face, which had slightly more mature features than before but was still like a baby tiger.
“You said you went to academy.”
“You could sell this. Open a restaurant.”
“It’s not my constitution.”
Jiwoon completely emptied the vongole. While Yechan cleared the table, he got up and put on his clothes.
Jiwoon, who put on his padding over the clothes he was wearing, fastened his clothes. He thought his appearance in shorts and a jumper was a bit funny.
“Thanks for the meal. I’m leaving.”
Jiwoon, who had rolled up his clothes and lifted them with one arm, said. At the plain greeting that seemed to have no lingering attachment, Yechan rushed out.
Briefly, Yechan’s eyes went to Jiwoon’s calf with bite marks.
“I’ll take you home.”
“It’s fine.”
“It’s cold today. If you go like that, you’ll catch a cold. Wait a moment.”
Yechan, who shot out words rapidly, went into the room. Jiwoon thought for a moment. I could just call a taxi.
Just as Jiwoon was picking up his phone, Yechan came out wearing outerwear. Seeing Yechan walking hurriedly toward him, Jiwoon lowered his hand again.
Yechan’s German sports sedan was warm. Same home address, right? Yeah. Jiwoon, who had been shivering from the cold and then surrendered his body to the heated seat, yawned. He seemed to be getting sleepy.
Seeing Jiwoon with his eyes closed, Yechan slowed down a bit. The car drove for quite a while.
“Hyung.”
When he opened his eyes at Yechan’s voice, they were already in front of his house. Jiwoon checked outside the window and unbuckled his seatbelt.
“I’m fucking sleepy.”
“You must be tired. Go in and rest well.”
“Yeah. Go.”
“Ah, hyung. Please share your class schedule.”
“Class schedule?”
“Yes. I’ll come pick you up tomorrow.”
At those words, Jiwoon turned his head. Jiwoon looked at Yechan with one eyebrow raised.
“You live in front of the school. Why come all the way here?”
“I think hyung’s body won’t be feeling well.”
Yechan, who avoided his gaze, said with a slight smile. Jiwoon, who blinked several times, soon smiled wryly.
Though he wasn’t showing it, his whole body ached as if he had been beaten up. His lower parts even more so.
“Yechan-ah, you do have a conscience.”
Yechan continued speaking while avoiding Jiwoon’s eyes.
“Anyway, please share it. …And you’ll read my messages now, right?”
“I’ll think about it.”
Jiwoon, who opened the car door with a click, trembled slightly in the cold air. Then he turned to Yechan and gave a greeting.
“Drive defensively.”
“Haha, yes. I’ll contact you.”
Jiwoon jumped out of the car and closed the door. He could see his own bite marks clearly remaining on the white calves running quickly.
Yechan watched this and recalled him running on the playground. And only after Jiwoon disappeared into the building did he start the car.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
