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It’s his first time inside a strip club. A gay one at that, too. He really doesn’t know what to do, or what to say (since Jongi’s social skills were average at best), and he silently wished to go homehome right then and there.
His friend, Baekhyun, had told him this was a good place to go to and that they were, indeed, going.
Jongin mentally sighed as they weaved through the crowd, his shoulder occasionally bumping with someone much more harder than he was.
“I met Chanyeol here, you know? Maybe you could meet your perfect guy here too,” Baekhyun screamed in his ear, a visible grin on his face.
Jongin highly doubted that, but only nodded anyway.
Baekhyun pulled them over to the bar, finally, and they settled onto the high stools at the end of the bar.
Yixing, the bartender, gave Jongin a soft smile. “What would you two like?”
Baekhyun spoke up for the both of them -“Two Margarita’s please? Thanks Yixing.” - and Jongin silently thanks him for that.
“There’s a guy here, you know,” Baekhyun starts, resting an arm around Jongin’s shoulders. “He’s the hottest thing to walk, I swear Jongin. I think you and him, strangely enough, would be great for each other. He’s intimidating though.”
Baekhyun juts a thumb quickly at a laughing figure in the middle of the bar. “That’s him. Lee Taemin. He’s a fucking dancer too, and God is he good at it. I wish he’d dance for me,” Baekhyun ends off sadly, and Jongin genuinely starts laughing.
“You’re with Chanyeol you dope,” Jongin reminds him, and Baekhyun smiles.
The time goes by fast, and Jongin thinks that maybe, just maybe he likes it here. Yixing and Baekhyun are enjoyable company, what with their small banters and all, and Jongin grins the whole time.
“You should really go over there and do it Jongin, I think he’d like you,” Baekhyun encourages, and Jongin scoffs.
“You’re funny Baek, tell us another joke.”
“I’m serious,” Baekhyun says. “I really think he’ll like you man.”
“Baekhyun,” Jongin sighs. “You know how my social skills are. I’m fucking awkward, I don’t think I’ll last even 5 seconds without fucking something up.”
Baekhyun huffs, rubbing his temples. “I think you have a shot, you’re just too nervous to act on it.”
“Precisely,” he says, taking a swig of his margarita.
Jongin does, however, keep staring at him. Maybe he’s too drunk or hallucinating or something, but he swears he sees Taemin stare back and even smile at him, too.
Jongin’s eyes, surprisingly, are still on the brunette. He’s fucking hot, and Jongin can’t help but think about his hands on him. The thought causes Jongin to burn, and he flushes even more when he catches Taemin’s eyes again.
“Fuck,” Jongin mumbles. “He keeps staring at me Baekhyun.”
“Really? Good for you man,” Baekhyun claps him on the back, and Jongin shakes his head.
“No you dope, he keeps catching me looking at him,” and Jongin panics even more. “He’s coming over here, shit, shit, shit. I wasn’t ready.”
“Jongin, just stay calm. Just talk and-”
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, okay? I’ll be back.”
“Jongin, don’t you dare-” and before he can get another word in edgewise, Jongin tears himself away from the bar and hurriedly weaves through the crowd in front of him.
He ends up stumbling into the bathroom, Jongin slightly trembling. Shortly, he starts calming down and runs his fingers through his hair. Thank God no one else was in the bathroom.
“Wow,” he hears a voice, a soft one at that. “You started running away from me. That usually doesn’t happen.”
Jongin turns around, standing face to face with Taemin. His face reddens again, and he swears it’s because of the alcohol.
“No, I just- I wasn’t … It’s just because-”
“Because of what?” Taemin asks, stepping forward.
“I don’t know,” Jongin steps back, avoiding his gaze.
“I think you do,” Taemin says, a smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.”
Jongin only feels his heart hammering in his chest, and Taemin steps forward again.
“It’s fine. I promise,” Taemin says softly, and Jongin feels the other boy take his hand and put it on his waist.
Taemin tilts his head, pressing a peck against his lips. He could tell Taemin was shy, too.
Jongin pulls him closer, pressing a much more deeper kiss against his mouth. It was sweet, tasted of alcohol, but it was all in all perfect.
Jongin pushes him into the bathroom stall, pressing butterfly kisses against Taemin’s neck. He heard a moan in response, and that gave Jongin the incentive to keep going. He began biting, rolling his hips agonizingly slow and teasingly agaist Taemin’s own.
“Fuck,” Taemin wraps his arms around his shoulders, burying his face into his neck as Jongin lifted him. He pushes his thighs apart and begins rolling upwards, kissing at Taemin’s ear.
A few minutes later, and Jongin starts shaking. He was gonna come, and he could tell Taemin was going to, too.
Jongin started rubbing slowly again, but added more pressure. He was rougher, and he loved the whines that he heard from above him. Taemin held onto Jongin tight and eventually loosened once he was came down from his high.
He put Taemin down, resting them both on the top of the toilet. Taemin straddled him, pressing a deep kiss again to Jongin’s lips. He spread Taemin’s lips apart with his tongue, and bucked up against his hips.
“Please,” Taemin says against his lips. “God I really want you inside me.”
Jongin chuckles, pressing a thumb to the boy’s lips. “You don’t even know my name, do you?”
“Jongin,” Taemin replies. “I know who you are, you used to be in dance class. Until you stopped.” Jongin reddens then, and Taemin grins. “I remember a pretty face.”
Jongin presses a small peck to Taemin’s lips, kissing his dimple too.
Taemin shrugs, running his fingers through his hair. “I’ll take you back to my place and we can go on a date, right?”
Jongin genuinely smiles, and his heart eases as he kisses the boy again.
“I swear to God Taemin, I will throw you in this pool.”
Taemin only snorts at that, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead. They were at a pool party, Yixing’s to be exact, and they were having a ball.
“You love me though,” Taemin replies, intertwining their fingers.
“Just because I love you doesn’t mean I won’t throw your ass,” and Jongin smiles up at him when he hears the blonde break out in full laughter.
“You’re so mean to me,” Taemin pouts, and Jongin leans up to kiss the boy.
“You’re the one who keeps spraying water on me,” Jongin shoots back, and Taemin rolls his eyes.
“It’s a pool party you dope,” Taemin retorts, and Jongin grins then.
“You right,” Jongin stands up, wrapping his arms around the other’s waist.
Taemin grins and wraps his arm’s around his boyfriend’s neck, smiling against his lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Jongin says softly, and Jongin starts to remember the first time he fell in love with him.
“Hey you two lovebirds,” Yixing walks up to them, patting them on the back. “We’re about to set some things up, okay?”
They both nod, and Yixing leaves them alone.
“Last one is a rotten egg,” Taemin points out, and Jongin rolls his eyes.
“What are you, a little-” and Jongin feels a hand push him, and water surrounds him instantly.
The motherfucker pushed him.
He rises above the water and looks to see his boyfriend giggling.
“I’m really gonna kick your ass,” Jongin says evilly, hurriedly swimming over to the light end of the pool.
Taemin begins running away, and seconds later, Jongin grabs him from behind, swinging him around. He puts his hands all over Taemin, and they end up laughing really loudly.
“At least I can say you’re dripping with good looks.”
“I hate you so much,” Jongin groans, and Taemin presses a soft kiss to his lips.
“I love you too,” Taemin says, and they end up wet and sticky when they step inside.
They were dumb, really dumb, but they loved each other and that was all that mattered.
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