Was that...gay?
messyindustry:
New York was amazing! After they had ate their food at the restaurant they were off to see the statue of liberty. He had taken several more pictures while they were there, even a picture of hos food since it looked so aesthetically pleasing. He thinks one of the best pictures he had gotten was of Jonghoon and him pressed together in the ferry, the elder’s face being one that was almost comedic to look at. He looked startled, as if he didn’t expect him to get that close which resulted in Jaejin teasing him about the words the strange guy told them earlier. Hey, maybe we do make a cute couple with how you’re reacting! Then he snickered at him seeing the other lost for words. They arrived back at the hotel nearing dinner time, Jaejin’s stomach not wanting much food after several of the stalls he had stopped at to grab snacks. His mind goes back to the thoughts of going swimming earlier. He thinks that sounded like a great idea. He’ll have to stop at his hotel room to change first since what he was wearing wasn’t exactly clothing one would swim in. He plays a phone game while they’re in the elevator heading up to their room, glancing every so often at the elder who had seemed dead silent the entire way back. It was a bit perplexing to say the least. He guesses the elder was just tired. The doors to the elevator open up, Jaejin pocketing his phone mid-game to step out of it. His hotel room was at the end of the hallway, them giving him the furthest room from the elevators which only partially annoyed him. He glances back at the other, waving his hand and snapping his fingers. It seemed the elder was still as zoned out as he had been the entire ride up the few floors.“Earth to Jonghoon hyung, the door is closing.” He makes a face at him when he makes no move and just shrugs his shoulders. With that he started making his way down the hallway, muttering a ‘Enjoy riding the elevator again I guess.’
The day had been absolute hell. The thoughts didn’t stop, oh no, they only got worse as the day went on. Besides the incident of him looking at the younger’s ass and him spacing out a few times throughout dinner he got through it fairly okay. But then they went to the statue of liberty. While on the ferry Jaejin had thought it would be a great idea to suddenly get really close to him and take a selfie together. This of course caused him to become rigid and wide eyed as countless thoughts bounced around in his head. The younger teased him about it which earned him a hard smack on the shoulder. That was probably the most normal thing he’d done in regards to him all day.
When they reached the top he wanted him to take a picture of him, he of course obliged but he quickly realized it was a mistake when his eyes wandered to his crotch. He cursed his really tight pants and quickly willed the thought away snapping the picture and shoving the phone back at him. This earned him more weird looks and comments from him which he ignored as he did his best to just focus on the sights rather than the weird feeling in his stomach. It happened again when they were wandering around and getting food from stalls. He had started chatting up one of the vendors and Jonghoon was left to himself. His eyes, for about the thousandth time that day, looked him over lingering on the very apparent bulge in his pants. It wasn’t too long after that he found himself biting his lip and his thoughts took a turn he never saw coming. A dark dirty turn that had heat rushing to his face and to his crotch.
Apparently after arriving back at the hotel he had spaced out on the elevator, only realizing it when Jaejin is suddenly out of his line of sight. He blinks several times quickly pressing the button to open the doors again before slipping out. “Jaejin wait!” he calls out to him as he notices he’s a good ways down the hall. He didn’t understand his thoughts, he didn’t understand anything that he had done or thought the second half of the day. All he knew right now was that he was running down the hall towards him, one thought playing over and over in his mind. If I do this maybe it’ll stop. The thought was his driving force.
He comes to a stop when he’s standing beside him, his eyes scanning his face as if searching for an answer to any of the questions he had. He of course only saw the clear confusion written all over the younger’s face. Though that confusion quickly became mixed with shock when Jonghoon was pinning him up against the wall. He stares at him for a long moment, his heart pounding loudly in his ears. He had no idea what he was doing or why he was doing it, he just was. Next thing he knew he was crashing his lips against Jaejin’s, angling his head a bit to deepen the kiss.
Jonghoon calls his name, it’s loud and it echoes through the quiet hallway causing him to slow to a stop. His eyebrows furrow, clear confusion writing itself across his features as he slowly turns his attention to him. He finds him running towards him, feet hammering loudly against the floor as he makes his way to him, halting to a stop beside him. His lips part, as if to ask the elder why but nothing comes out of him. At least nothing apart from a grunt at the sharp feeling of his back suddenly colliding into the wall. He feels himself internally panic at the feeling, eyes wide and breath nearly stopping. His head moves, eyes darting around his face as the other stares at him with something he couldn’t place. Then lips, they meet his own, crashing down onto him so hard it forces his mouth open with a quiet moan in the back of his throat. It was out of surprise, he quickly tells himself that. Yet he can’t seem to process the fact that Jonghoon had him trapped in this tiny space with no escape, tongue nearly licking at him and his strong taste invading him. His bottom eye lids twitch upwards as he whines softy in the back of his throat until he finally lets them close, head tilting along with it which only seems to deepen their already deep kiss. Hands rush outwards, fists grabbing the fabric of his shirt to hold it tightly. He tries to shake him, shaking him as roughly as he could but his attempts slow down until he’s just pathetically holding onto him. He doesn’t understand his own actions but he finds himself tugging him more, pulling his body until he’s flush against him. His mind rushes through several thoughts, many of them about instances that happened today and he thinks he has to be an idiot for not noticing it. Jonghoon had been checking him out all day, eyes glancing over his body to take in every little curve and feature. He had been doing that and Jaejin had caught him several times but he kept brushing it off. Another noise bubbles in the back of his throat, sharp intake of breath through his nose following. He doesn’t know why but this feels...hot. He thinks this is really hot. A guy pinning him against the wall wanting him so bad that he forgoes every ounce of respect for public decency, Next thing Jaejin knows is he’s slipping into it, knees nearly feeling weak and hands grabbing even more desperately at other areas of his clothing; this time going for his shoulder blades. His head tilts more, lips part more, and everything he knew is thrown out window for the soul fact that his body is screaming at him to kiss him back. It was hot, especially when he feels his hands on him; touching him. He completely forgets who this really was, not Jonghoon; not his hyung who was in the same band as him that has known him since he was young. This was a really attractive man who desperately wanted a piece of him.
