The Boy At The Coffee Shop [2 of 3]
J & J
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Junmyeon and Jongin had just come out of the cinema, disoriented and hungry (despite the popcorns), and the tall one feel particularly at ease with the other.
Maybe too much.
“!”
His eyes widened.
“Oh... well...”
And he covered his own mouth, terribly embarrassed by the word that he had let slip out.
“I'm-... I'm sorry for-... that .”
“Ah, but-...”
Junmyeon smiled.
“I swear I haven't even noticed it. It's not a problem for me, I hear truckers everyday saying worse things.”
“Okay, good to know.”
Jongin patted his head.
He had promised himself to do nothing, not to flirt, and be confined to some sporadic .
But that waiter, Junmyeon...
“So, are you planning something for the night?”
He was sending it all up on the first date, he thought.
With his way of doing so graceful that contrasted with his blunt and colorful language, from time to time.
“Well...”
Junmyeon looked up and scratched his nose.
“I'll go to bed, I think. You?”
“Can I come with you?”
“You mean into bed with me?”
“Yes.”
He laughed.
“It's just our first date, you already want to get into my bed?”
“Why not?”
Another laugh.
This time, the redhead didn't seem entirely comfortable, and Jongin already regretted to be even alive.
“I will not let you get in my bed, Jongin.”
Junmyeon put his hands in his pocket, took a few steps forward. He to his side, and he could feel the smell of his hair, his neck.
He wanted to eat him right away.
“I'm not that kind of person.”
He turned back toward him.
“YOU, perhaps-... but I'm not. It's happened a thousands of times, it seems that people just want to and nothing else.”
Junmyeon looked really annoyed and angry.
“But I prefer to remain a for life, rather than slipping into the bed of someone who I don't even know.”
He didn't want to be rude, but basically didn't know anything about Jongin and didn't know what his intentions were.
“I was just kidding, though. I don't want to get into your bed.”
The pale Junmyeon looked up.
Smiling slightly, this time.
“I'm happy for this.”
He joined him again, keeping his hands in his pockets, nodding.
“Then you deserve at least a kiss.”
He stood on tiptoe and touched his cheek, gently, just barely.
“At least one kiss, for being honest with me.”
Soft, sweet, his lips were slightly rough but damn soft, thought Jongin. Then the other leaned down and looked at him smiling.
And he was confused.
“Already over?”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes.”
This time, he put his arms around his neck and pulled him up, splattered his mouth on his cheek.
How long ago somone gave me a kiss on the cheek?
I was in... elementary school?
And he took Junmyeon's head, touching his hair.
How, HOW much he had missed to be so close to someone, someone warm, someone to embrace.
Who I'm kidding?, he thought. He didn't need , nor with Junmyeon nor with anyone else.
He just needed love.
### ###the following day### ###
“Hey!”
Junmyeon ran to the table n. 3.
“Jongin!”
And Jongin raised his head, finally pulling his eyes from the phone.
“Ah, Larry the rabbit!”
The pale waiter reached him, he put the tray on the coffee table. And he grinned, mumbling something unintelligible. Jongin squinted and analyzed him: the usual small ponytail, blue apron, light jeans and and black tank top.
Very tight, very thin tank top.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Are you hot today?”
“What? Oh-...”
His bare arms, milky skin. He could already feel their taste.
Junmyeon looked at himself, scratched his nose.
“No, I'm not hot-... I just like it!”
“Me too. I like it too.”
Red, red as a tomato.
Junmyeon's face, his cheeks.
“Thank you...”
“Could I order?”
“Yes!”
The waiter returned suddenly serious and calm, he pulled out a pen and a pad of paper from under his apron.
Jongin craned his neck.
“Hey, where did you pull that off from? Your underwear?”
“What-... No, it wasn't in my underwear!”
“Too bad, it would have been interesting.”
Again.
Junmyeon turned red as a tomato, he put his hands in his face, covering himself.
“Don't hide yourself please, you're beautiful.”
And then he lifted his chin, blew, the fringe mahogany-colored rose. He sighed.
He didn't know how to handle a courtship ruthless like that, so he tried to be diplomatic and professional.
“Want-... Want to order something to eat?”
But Jongin didn't want to eat, actually.
Or at least...
“Can I order the waiter? Bring him at home, maybe?”
Or at least, it wasn't food, what he wanted to eat.
“I'm-... I'm not for sale, to tell the truth...”
Junmyeon tried with all his might not to collapse or pass out on the floor, in the midst of all the other customers.
“Not even for one night?”
“No!”
“And not even for a week? A month? My whole life?”
“Okay, enough!”
But he couldn't.
“Come, quickly!”
He threw the tray, the pen and the pad of paper on the coffee table and grabbed Jongin's wrist.
“Come with me, now!”
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“You're provoking me, Jongin?!”
Against the wall.
Jongin was against the wall, Junmyeon's hands around his neck. He kept staring at his lips, never taking his eyes off.
“Because I said that I wouldn't come to bed with you and-”
“Give me your tongue.”
A shiver.
Junmyeon gasped and panted as he felt the other's mouth his lower lip, then his tongue creep in, looking for his.
Stronger.
“Red head-”
He kissed him stronger.
He took his arms and pulled them off, pushed him on the other side of the closet, where Junmyeon had dragged him, and took his head with both hands.
“It was you who brought me here, not me who provoked you.”
A grin.
A half-smile, speaking practically adherent to his mouth, breathing under his nose. He ran a finger down his throat, Junmyeon lifted the chin.
“YOU were flirting with me, Jongin.”
“YOU kissed me, Junmyeon.”
“It was just a kiss on the cheek.”
“Twice.”
Jongin put his hand to his chest, he lowered it slowly, until he found to his belly.
He expected that, at least, Junmyeon would react.
But...
“You asked me that, Jongin! You asked me to give you a second kiss!”
“But you brought me in here, now...”
But nothing, he simply closed his eyes.
“And now I'm putting a hand between your legs and you're not even trying to stop me.”
Jongin grabbed him by the neck, pulled him, kissed him again. He was really good kisser just as he had imagined, thought Junmyeon.
“How soon do you end your turn?”
“An hour-...”
“I'll wait, then. Then you will come to my home.”
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