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i used to spend so many nights on my own
but goddamn, you got me in love again
He rested his hand against the wall, supporting double his weight. It’d be easier if he could use both of his hands. Still, he wasn’t going to let go of the hold he had on the petite body clung to him. It just felt so… good.
A whimper escaped Mark’s lips as he felt Jaemin’s hips grinding against him. But not satisfied with only that, Jaemin decided to tug the other’s hair, making Mark’s body tremble in desire at the feeling and the sight of a lustful Jaemin, doing all of that while having his pretty eyes closed. Being like that, Mark was able to see even the small freckles on Jaemin’s nose. So beautiful that made Mark’s knees go weak.
As his body was buzzing with all the sensations and desire, Mark couldn’t help to ask himself how long had it been since he had touched someone. How long had it been since he had been touched like that. By the way his mind was spinning and his body getting hotter, too freaking much he concluded.
“I thought you weren’t a fan of exhibitionism,” Jaemin teased against his ear, causing goosebumps on Mark’s skin. The boy looked at him with a sly smile, his legs clinging even harder to his hips so Mark could feel their bulges touching.
God.
“There’s only so much one can do with such a small room between your perfect body and my pocket.”
With a deep laugh, Jaemin let down his legs with Mark’s gentle help. It wasn't like Mark wanted to let go of him. He really didn’t. He just wanted to knock down his door and lay that pretty boy on his sheets. But, yeah, that didn’t seem like the smartest choice. A broken door was certainly not his best idea.
Quickly, not even caring if he looked desperate, which he was, he searched for his key and just as he was going to finally open the door, a pair of hot and smooth hands travelled up his torso. His muscles tensed involuntarily at the soft caresses and his hand trembled, making him uneasy as he groaned.
“Can’t even open a door, captain?”
Without even peeking back, he bet on his life that the other was smirking, something Mark had already picked up on. Jaemin surely smiled an awful lot.
“Trust me, sweetheart, I can open more than a door.”
Mark winked, turning his head a little to look at him. With that said, he launched himself into the room, Jaemin still pressed on his back, kicking the door closed on his way.
In a blink of an eye, Mark trapped Jaemin’s body with his in bed.
The Canadian was grateful he had asked for a single room at the beginning of the semester. He would kill any poor soul that dared to interrupt the moment he had been desiring since he had laid eyes on the boy in front of him. Jaemin was looking at him expectantly, with his foxy eyes shining brightly.
It all had happened in such a weird way, Mark couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. First of all, he hadn't even planned to go to the University's celebration party for winning their game. He had been tired as fuck, but his teammates had other plans. Because, of course, who in the right state of mind would ditch their “own” party? Not being able to feel your legs hadn't seemed like enough reason.
Made sense. Right.
Second of all, he had never liked partying. Did that make him a weird jock? Even more… A weird captain? All of his friends and teammates seemed to think it did. That’s why they always forced him to go to at least the celebration party for their winning game, in case, of course, they in fact did win. That was the main reason why he had gone. And maybe he should thank every single person that made it happen, because the moment he noticed a black-haired boy dancing and those eyes collided with his, his heart stopped for an instant.
He wasn’t joking. Maybe he should have it checked out at his next doctor’s appointment.
“You okay, big boy?”
Jaemin’s deep voice sent a shiver down his spine. God, he was angelic. He was laid on his back, his chest moving rapidly and his hands caressing Mark’s cheek so softly he almost melted.
“Hmm.” Mark nodded. “Just thinking about how hot you looked while dancing with your friend.”
“It could've been your body the one all upon mine if you had dared.” Jaemin’s tone was smooth, flirty but confident. Just like him.
“I don’t dance, sweetheart,” answered simply Mark, placing a chaste kiss on the inside of the other’s wrist. Mark didn’t miss the way Jaemin’s breath got caught.
“Not even for me?” Jaemin asked slowly, eyes fixated on his wrist.
“Maybe, and just maybe, I could do an exception,” Mark teased, smirking when Jaemin snickered in response.
Mark brought the other’s hand, which was still on his cheek, to his torso, encouraging him to touch him. Instantly, he felt a pair of hands leaving tickles in every inch of skin they could. And even if the touches lingered on his skin and burned every inch they passed by… It wasn’t enough.
With one agile movement, Mark got rid of his shirt, giving Jaemin all the room he wanted to explore.
Jaemin’s eyes squinted at that, his breathing augmenting as well as it did the pressure his crotch made against Mark’s thigh.
“If dancing is all it takes to have your ass grinding on me, count me in,” Mark declared.
The other arched a brow, interested, but still wandering his hands over Mark’s skin. “Not opened to bottoming for me, captain?”
Mark stopped his hands mid in the air, not getting to touch Jaemin and he swallowed hard. “Would you prefer that?” He whispered, almost shy.
Not knowing how, Jaemin got himself out of Mark’s body, now both of them sitting, eye to eye. “I really don’t mind as long as there're moans involved.”
And just like that, all the seriousness left the room, making both laugh, continued by gasps and the well-promised moans Jaemin had wanted.
It felt like a blink of an eye since he had fallen asleep, but when he heard his phone ring, he grumbled, searching for it on the bedside table. Without any luck, he finally opened his eyes, dazzled and lost. He hadn’t drunk that much to get a hangover, but maybe he felt like that because of all that came after the party. He had never known dancers could do… that. Or maybe it was all on Jaemin.
Jaemin.
Exalted, Mark sat up, groaning at his sore muscles.
“Easy there, pretty.”
Unconsciously, his body seemed to relax a little at the sound of his voice. Blinking and still dazed, he tried to focus on the boy. Jaemin was leaning on his bathroom door, the only item covering his body being Mark’s team T-shirt. And fuck him if he didn’t look like the most beautiful human being he had seen in his whole life.
With a small smile, the black-haired made his way to him, sitting beside Mark, keeping a safe distance between them, fidgeting his fingers. But Mark wasn’t having any of the shy act Jaemin was giving, so he grabbed him without much effort and made him sit on his lap, the other letting out a small scream, surprised.
Mark liked him better like this. Sitting where he belonged.
Despite not seeing it coming, Jaemin didn’t complain, so that meant Mark had done it well. Right?
“Morning.” He hadn’t noticed how low his voice had sounded if not seen the goosebumps on Jaemin’s skin caused by his raspy voice. The Canadian smirked.
“Morning? It’s almost time for dinner.” Jaemin chuckled as Mark rested his head on his shoulder, closing his eyes.
“Hmm.”
Mark yawned, still sleepy. Even if Jaemin had told him it was already late, he wasn’t sure he had gotten his daily hours of sleep. At what time did they go to sleep? 4? 5? Damn.
“You don’t even care, do you?” Jaemin asked, playing with Mark’s hair, causing him to hug him tightly.
“The only thing I care about right now it’s the pretty boy that’s sitting on my lap.”
Mark looked up, his half-closed eyes on Jaemin. It wasn’t difficult to see how hard Jaemin was fighting for his smile not to slip up.
“Well, this pretty boy here has been awake for almost an hour and is hungry as hell.”
Laughing lightly, Mark readjusted himself. He rested his back on the headboard but now he was head to head with Jaemin. The Canadian brought the other’s hands to his slips, leaving a soft peck on them. “You can eat me. I assure you I don’t have a problem with it.”
“Oh, trust me, I know you don’t.” Jaemin gave away half a smile before shaking his head, amused.
“What were you doing awake?” Mark let go of his hands and began to leave soft touches on Jaemin’s belly under his own shirt.
“Your phone has been blowing up since then.”
Mark frowned. He didn’t expect a call, and it was Saturday. Who would call him?
Pulling out one of his hands, but still touching Jaemin, he grabbed his phone. His eyes went wide at the sight of the amount of notifications of missed calls and messages.
“Did I kill someone last night or what?” He mumbled more to himself than to Jaemin. But the other still answered.
“I wouldn’t say someone, but my ass can guarantee you that, indeed, you did,” Jaemin said low, biting his lip, causing Mark to bark a laugh at his statement.
“Should I apologize then?” Mark arched a brow, his gaze returning to the black-haired.
“Never say sorry for a good time. Like in war, there are things you lose.”
“As in the ability to sit down for a very long time?”
Mark finally released his phone, his attention completely on the other boy, as well as his hands. Jaemin shivered when Mark scratched his back.
“Exactly,” he whispered softly.
They just gazed at each other, a smile on their faces.
Until now, Mark hadn’t known someone who could make him feel like Jaemin. So relaxed, so open. Mark hadn’t been this outgoing and bold with anyone else. It was like Jaemin had a spell on him from the beginning. No past hookups had felt this… right.
Sure, he wasn’t going out every night looking for a pretty boy to bring home but he was no saint. But with them, it was just that, a hookup, a small chat in the morning and a “see you” that in reality would probably end in not seeing them again.
He didn’t want that to happen with Jaemin.
Mark for sure didn't believe in love at first sight, or at least that was what he had believed throughout all his life. Even though… maybe it existed. Because if not, he didn’t know what the hell was happening to him every time he looked at Jaemin’s sparkly eyes, touched an inch of his skin or heard him laugh or moan. But it was beyond lust. Something completely new.
Something scary too.
Still, pure madness.
His thoughts disappeared at the sound of his phone again. Irritated and knowing who was calling, he hung up and switched it off.
Before Jaemin could ask him anything, not that he wouldn’t answer him, he spoke.
“So… What do you want for dinner?”
That seemed to catch Jaemin off guard. His eyes opened comically. On the other side, that made Mark doubt. Maybe Jaemin wanted to go. Maybe he had had enough of him and wanted to go back to his dorm or anywhere else where he could lose sight of Mark.
Fuck.
“Well, if you want to stay, of course, I understand if you have to leave, it’s ok—”
“For being so confident in bed, you sure aren't outside of it,” Jaemin commented, his hands squishing Mark’s cheeks to shut him up.
Mark’s shoulders moved as he crackled, tension melting away. Slowly, Jaemin let his cheeks go.
“I’m a hundred per cent confident in bed, classes and hockey. With you? Not so much.” Mark shook his head, tenderly looking at Jaemin
The other boy squirmed in his lap, maybe not accustomed to being looked at like that.
“What’s so special about me? Do I make you nervous?” Jaemin asked, almost shy, and if not for his teasing smile, Mark would’ve believed him.
“Yeah, you do.”
Mark’s honesty seemed to surprise Jaemin but who was he if not honest? Mark hated lying and being lied to.
Jaemin coughed. “So… What about Thai food?”
Mark just snickered at the really subtle change of topic and rolled his eyes. Jaemin slapped him playfully on the arm as he reached for his own phone, exposing his neck to Mark, who left short kisses on it.
That was not how Mark had imagined his day going when he left for the party, but then again, Jaemin had never been in his plans. Not that he wasn’t glad to eat dinner with him while watching a turtle documentary. Jaemin’s choice. He looked damn cute while munching his food and being completely hooked up with everything the biologist was explaining. So much he didn’t even notice when a trace of sauce ran down his chin. Quickly, Mark swiped it with his thumb bringing Jaemin back from his trance with the turtles. He smiled softly at Mark and offered him a piece of meat off his plate, which Mark accepted happily.
Mark’s insides warmed. That had felt too domestic.
“Sorry, I can be very messy while eating.”
Mark shrugged it off. “Trust me, after eating with a whole hockey team there’s nothing that can disgust anymore. Those guys don’t eat, they freaking devour.”
Jaemin let out a small laugh, Mark’s belly fluttering at the sound.
“I can imagine so. As well as how good the changing room smells, huh?”
That was Mark’s turn to laugh, making Jaemin smile, while he continued eating, almost finishing his food.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t put a foot in there.”
“I’ll trust you with that.” Jaemin’s nose scrunched. “I wasn’t the type to have the typical fantasy to wander off in the changing room of a sports team, that’s Donghyuck’s.”
“Are you rejecting the sight of a whole bunch of strong men without their clothes on?” Mark arched his brow in a question.
“Yeah, pretty much. Not worth the smell, sorry.” Jaemin shrugged, placing his food on the coffee table in front of the couch.
Mark laughed and when he finished too, he took their plates to his tiny kitchen. He would clean them up tomorrow. Instead, he opened the small fridge looking for ice cream.
“Do you like strawberry ice cream?” Mark asked, turning over to discover that Jaemin was right behind him, looking disgusted.
“Ew no. I hate strawberries.” He faked a shiver. “How about mint chocolate?” He leaned his hip on the counter, his arms crossed over his chest, still wearing only Mark’s shirt. Damn gorgeous with his messy hair and traces of makeup. He looked so relaxed and carefree that Mark couldn’t stop the soft smile forming on his lips.
“Are you for real? You hate strawberries but like the toothpaste-flavoured one?” Mark closed the fridge, stepping closer to Jaemin. He put his hands on each side of Jaemin’s body, bringing his face close to his, trapping him between his body and the counter. The Canadian felt Jaemin breathe heavily because of the proximity.
“Is that judgement I hear, Lee?” Jaemin arched his brow.
“A little yeah.” He smiled. “Is there some traumatic experience with strawberries the reason you hate them?” He joked.
Just as his words had left his mouth, Jaemin’s expression fell as if he had remembered something. Shit. Had he fucked it?
The petite bent his head down and in an instant, his eyes flooded with tears.
What the hell?
“Shit, sweetheart, I was joking, I’m sorr—”
“That’s why you don’t joke about traumas, captain.” Jaemin lifted his head and poked his finger in his chest, a malicious smile on his face and those tears were already forgotten.
“What—” Mark felt his head almost exploding. “Are you majoring in drama?” He asked, stunned. He had just been played.
“Photography actually, but I did drama class in high school.” He smirked, proud the other had bought his act.
“You might want to pursue drama instead of photography, sweetheart.” Mark shook his head in disbelief but a little smile escaped his lips.
“Again, that’s Donghyuck. And you haven’t seen my photos so your point doesn’t stand.”
Mark hummed. Maybe he would ask him to show him his photos later. Mark loved every form of art.
He brought his body closer to Jaemin’s, the heat of which made his skin tingle. Slowly, he put his mouth close to his ear.
“You know, if I didn’t know who Donghyuck is I'd start getting a little jealous here.”
He noticed Jaemin’s body shiver, real this time, which made him smile. He affected him the same way Jaemin did. Lovely.
“A little too early to get jealous, don’t you think?” Jaemin said low.
A rich laugh escaped from Mark, watching him amused.
“Trust me, jealousy already stung while I watched you dance with so many people.”
Jaemin’s eyes studied him. “And still, you did nothing about it.”
Mark’s hands gripped firmly on the other’s hips, picking him up until he was seated on the counter, Mark between his legs. The smell of his shirt mixed up with Jaemin’s one reaching up to him.
Citric and fresh.
Mark already loved it.
“You got me there. Maybe next time.”
Jaemin watched him curiously. He placed his arms on Mark’s naked shoulders as he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants. His touch burned, in a good way.
“It amazes me how sure you’re that there’s gonna be a next time.” Jaemin raised his brows, his eyes almost challenging. Luckily, Mark loved a good challenge.
“I can be persuasive when I need to.”
Jaemin shook his head, biting his lip, not wanting to smile, Mark guessed. He was pretty sure Jaemin would accept easily, especially after all they had done, but if he wanted to make Mark fight for him, he was already in.
“I barely know you.”
Clearing his throat, he took a step back. Then, he handed his hand to Jaemin while the black-haired arms fell from his shoulders, already missing the feeling of them.
“Mark Lee. Raised and born in Canada. Almost twenty-one. No siblings. Loves hockey, guitar and watermelon.” Jaemin chuckled. “Majoring in Nutrition and works in a shelter some days.”
Jaemin’s eyes watched him closely and finally, he nodded and imitated him.
“Na Jaemin. Raised and born in Korea, finishing his studies in Canada. No siblings as well. Loves photography, dancing and coffee. Hates strawberries and big crowds most of the time. Majoring, as you know, in photography.”
Mark's smile was maybe too big but he didn’t give a fuck. This was the start of something and chills of excitement rolled over him as he shook hands with Jaemin. They looked dumb but neither of them seemed to care too much.
“Now you know five per cent of me. Even though I can always take you out on a date and make it go up a little. All you have to say is yes, sweetheart. I promise you won’t regret it.” Mark winked, a slick smile on his face.
Jaemin continued to bite his lip, creating a killing suspense. Mark wasn’t even sure he was breathing in case he missed Jaemin’s response.
“Why me?”
Huh?
“They told me you never leave with anyone, but you did, with me. Why?”
Oh.
The black-haired had asked it almost as if he was insecure. Mark’s heart ached.
He positioned himself between Jaemin’s legs again.
“Because from the moment I laid my eyes on you everything else disappeared,” he whispered, truthfully. “No crowd, no music, no time. You just felt… too right,” he finished, still trying to process what he had felt with Jaemin despite knowing him so for little time.
After minutes of silence and almost hearing Jaemin’s gears turning in his brain, he finally spoke.
“One date. I can’t offer you more than that.”
Mark smiled, relieved. If Jaemin had said no that would be the end of it. He was persuasive but he wasn’t going to cross any boundaries. “It’ll be the best fucking date of your life.”
Jaemin mirrored him while he shook his head as he didn’t believe he had just agreed. As he didn’t understand how he had ended like that, but still, he had said yes.
And that yes felt like classifying for the playoffs to Mark.
"Now... Can I kiss you? I've been dying to."