Page 63 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
“Well, sometimes when a friend is in trouble, you have to get in trouble with them.” Gigi grinned like a wild thing. “Anyway, get some sleep. Enjoy your man friend. Mi Hi and I are going to go play.”
Mi Hi giggled and made two peace signs with her fingers, then disappeared, her footsteps going off in the same direction as Gigi’s.
“I’ll let you two rest. Damian, Yun will be here in the morning. Mung is in the hotel on standby. She already reserved rooms for everyone for when they arrive. Gigi and Mi Hi are staying on the floor below. That’s the closest room they had open.”
“Thank you, sir,” Damian said.
Richard reached out and squeezed Damian’s hand. “Rest, take care of your boy. I’ll be in my room if anything comes up.”
Morning came slowly. No alarms. No shouts. No sounds of anyone dancing in the practice room directly overhead. Just quiet and the soft steady thump of Damian’s heart under Jun’s ear.
He remembered, with regret, that he’d fallen asleep before he’d been able to enact any of his many plans and ideas on Damian. But there was a soft brown nipple less than an inch from his lips. Tongue outstretched, he licked it, catching the nub and flicking it until it was starting to glisten.
Damian’s hand came up from under the covers and cradled the back of Jun’s head, tugging him into Damian’s chest, his other hand turning Jun until he was on all fours, his face pushed into Damian’s chest.
“Suck.”
Jun whimpered. He pulled more of Damian’s pectoral into his mouth, suckling hard, his tongue rolling over the nub. Damian groaned softly. After a few moments, he tugged Jun’s mouth away. “Other one.”
Jun let go of one nipple and went for the other eagerly. Why did it feel so good to be told what to do? Why did the weight of Damian’s hand on his head, guiding him, feel so comforting?
It didn’t matter. He liked it.
Both nipples thoroughly kissed and sucked swollen, Jun mouthed his way down Damian’s stomach to his hip bones. Damian had the best hip bones, strong and round under the skin, with layers of muscle and just a hint of fat rolled above it, giving Jun’s face a soft and hard crease to bury into.
He kissed and licked his way down both of Damian’s hips and across Damian’s groin. Against his throat through Damian’s underwear, he could feel the man’s arousal. He looked up, rubbing his cheek against Damian’s wrist.
“We have to get up,” Damian whispered.
Jun stuck out his lower lip.
Damian’s phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen. “We really have to get up.” He reached down and hauled Jun up on top of him and pinned him in place. “I’m going to kiss you, and then we’re both going to shower, and next time we fall in bed, we’re going to do more. I need to introduce you to my mattress.”
Waiting felt awful, but the idea of seeing Damian’s actual room and crawling into an entire bed that smelled like him was compelling.
Freedom. He kissed Damian back, hard. “I want to see your bed.”
Damian stepped into the bathroom with a shopping bag. “Mi Hi bought you clothes.”
“Thank you.” Jun couldn’t see Damian’s face through the steam.
He turned off the water and stepped out. The towel was soft and large. He draped it over his shoulders while examining the shopping bag. Mi Hi had been efficient. There was a packet of two black briefs in his size, a plain black T-shirt, black cargo pants, a dark-blue zippered hoodie, HeatTech tops and bottoms to keep him warm under his clothes, two pairs of socks, and a box with sneakers. On the very bottom of the large Uniqlo bag was a puffy down jacket in black and dark blue. Jun smiled. Mi Hi had thought of everything and bought it in his signature colors. Each of the boys in 5N had color combinations, not that they always wore them, but they often did.
He pulled on the new clothes, carefully hanging his mother’s jade Buddha in its protective pouch around his neck, and stepped out into the bedroom. Damian spun around in the chair at the desk at the foot of the bed and grinned. He also looked freshly showered, and he’d changed into a new suit, this time with a dark-plum button-down shirt.
“Do you own anything but suits?”
Damian busted out a laugh. “Yes, but I only brought workout clothes and suits on this trip.”
“Wonderful. Your fashion setting is stuck on intimidating.” Jun looked his man up and down. He was not complaining. The way Damian’s upper arms just barely stretched the fabric of his shirt sleeves and how he’d rolled them up his forearms reminded Jun just how good it had felt when Damian caught and carried him. And everything else after.
“You’ve never been intimidated.”
“That’s because I’m crazy.”
Damian grinned. “I like your crazy.”
Jun grinned back. There was a beat, both of them looking at each other.
