caught in a lie

The backroom was filled with Jin’s noises, moans and groans that fueled Sonny’s own lust… It was a good thing that they’re closing, Sonny thought as his eyes flickered to watch Jin watch his hand jerked both of them together… Otherwise, Sonny’s head continued with its monologue, he’d have to cover Jin’s mouth with his hand or tell him to shut up. Why did he think it would be hot?? He must be crazy for having such ideas, a loud grunt leaving him when Jin repositioned himself so the other could play with his puckering hole. A curse fell from his lips, tightening his grip on their cocks as he told Jin he looked “really fucking hot.”

A warm build-up settled in his lower body, thinking this was crazy, he was crazy - doing this in his parents’ shop. Jin was driving him crazy and yet, instead of pulling away, he encouraged the other to continue with his display, flicking their tips with his thumb and leaning in for another kiss. He felt that familiar pulsing coming from Jin’s length and he was ready for it. Instead of keeping his hand wrapped around Jin’s and his cock, he let go, falling on his knees between Jin’s legs and taking the other’s dick into his mouth, gently sucking its tip, tongue flicking then going flat underneath Jin’s length. 

He moaned, bobbing his head while his hands gripped Jin’s thighs, keeping them wide open. He sucked and moved his mouth up and down Jin’s dick, humming, enjoying the feel of warmth and the sense of his mouth being full of the other man…

There were undefined lines in their relationship that Jin didn’t think to cross. A simple understanding that had never been communicated audibly and yet Jin knew without question. There were times he tested those lines, simple teasing or pushing boundaries he knew Sonny had set for himself. He knew how far to go with his teasing and he’d stopped short of asking or even pushing what he saw and felt now. Of course he’d thought about it. When days turned to weeks or when their promise of free time included their friends, Jin would take a few moments to sneak away and think about what it would feel like with Sonny’s lips wrapped his cock. Hands firmly gripping his thighs, preventing even one squirm or attempt to move. This moment was from his fantasies and he intended to enjoy it. Just like he’d enjoyed everything else that night. 

It could have been the risk and that’s what Jin told himself but he didn’t need risk to be rock hard and dripping with the simplest touch. Sonny did something to him. He got under his skin, in his veins, and in every other thought his mind formed. It bordered on obsession and even desperation. Jin had to even question himself, if he’d stop, should Sonny’s parents or his, ever catch him in this position. Right now wasn’t for thinking. It was purely for enjoyment. From the flick of a tongue against the head of his cock or even the way, lips moved firmly along his shaft, sucking and draining him. 

AGAINST THE RULES

Sonny wasn’t aware the Jin followed him into the kitchen that when he turned around while he was sipping his drink, he almost choked. He cursed under his breath, managing not to spill any of his alcohol onto his shirt. He shouldn’t really stand around and instead, he should shower before the others return with more drink. His thoughts busied himself but Jin’s continued questioning pierced his thoughts. He didn’t really want to deal with it and he’d decided to walk away but for some reason, he stayed, eyeing Jin who got himself a mug and poured himself some of his drink from the bottle. 

“I mean exactly what I meant -” He motioned with his hand, pointing at the other’s mug where the man chugged whiskey from. “You do whatever you want,” his shoulder shrugged. What else did Jin want to hear? It wasn’t like there was a hidden meaning behind his comment. 

Why didn’t it surprise him when Jin asked about him dating? Not that the other was still attached to him or thought about how they messed around in the past right? Nah. Jin’s all settled and happy with his boyfriend and it was none of Sonny’s business. He wasn’t gonna ask but why was Jin asking him about his relationships?

“Even if I tell you her name you wouldn’t know her,” he then replied. Now, that’s surprising. Why did he lie? Sure. He went out with someone a couple of times but he really can’t say they’re dating right? Work occupied most of his time and - ah, when was the last time he talked to her? Although, she still called and texted. Maybe, this encounter with Jin was a reminder… No, no - it’s an encouragement of some sort to pursue something serious with this girl. 

Things hadn’t changed, had they? Sonny’s mood could shift so easily and in the months they’d been apart, Jin had almost forgot how words and even a look could cut like a knife. He was nearly shaking but he rebounded well. Choosing instead to focus on topping off his glass. He didn’t really care about dating, did he? That was a lie. He wanted to know for all the selfish reasons he’d never convey to Sonny. Even the thought of him dating or being with someone else bothered him but Jin tried to put it out of his mind. Taking a sip, he rolled his head from one side to the next, in an attempt to crack it and possibly ease some of the tension created by their conversation. 

“Does it matter if I know her?” It was the first thing he could offer, even if it came out slightly sharp and accusatory. “Are you happy? It’s a simple question, yes or no. Just like yes or no if you’re dating someone.” Did he want to delve further, push Sonny’s buttons and force this conversation to end in an argument. He was playing it nice. Or at least that’s what he tried to tell himself. Taking another swig of his liquid courage, he pointed his gaze at Sonny, “You never know, I might be jealous.” 

It was a moment of honesty. A fleeting moment that he didn’t know if he would offer it to Sonny again. He filled the silence with long gazes that washed from head to toe. Remembering nights in the back of Sonny’s parents store. Even the times at his own apartment. The ripped lace panties and long strokes that left him shivering and begging for release. What he had now, was more tender, less frantic. He was satisfied but when comparing his boyfriend to Sonny. It wasn’t enough.