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snoozing_kittenTitle: When the sugar drops I know I’ll be amazing.
Pairing: Kyu Jong/Jung Min
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Officer Kyu Jong moved from the country to the city to follow his dreams, and there he meets someone who helps him adjust.
It was Kyu Jong’s first day and his uniform felt starchy, new cotton rubbing him in all the wrong places. Even after a week this city was just too big and too grey, it boggled his mind, not quite matching up with what he remembered from a high school trip years ago. God it felt like too many years. Shifting in his starchy uniform, he gave his seat up for an elderly lady on the train and gave her a polite smile and nod. His mother had always told him to be polite to the elderly. He missed his mother and father more than he expected, called home at dinner every night and she told him he’d feel better when he started working and had something to do all day besides shop for cheap and cute furniture for his apartment.
The coffee shop was out of the way just off the main street, it was mid-afternoon, since he had the evening shift, and mostly empty. There was an old woman sitting in the corner with a book and a young adult with a text book in the farthest corner from her. The interior was England 20s chic with old bookcases lining the far walls and huge plush chairs around a stone fireplace. It looked like a scene out of Sherlock Holmes, and he instantly fell in love with the place. Sherlock Holmes was the reason he wanted to eventually make detective himself. He doubted that he’d have his own Professor Moriarty to do intellectual battle with, but he could still be a good detective.
“Morning Officer.” Said the barista and Kyu Jong fell in love all over again. His heart beat too fast and he could feel his face heating up. He was an officer of the law, he’d made it through training and teasing over his rural roots and funny accent, and he was completely undone by a barista. The most beautiful barista he’d ever seen, but just a man. He was leaning on the cash, forearms braced on the counter, thick dark hair and pink lips, black square rimmed glasses. He was so pretty it was unreal. “What can I do for you?”
Completely innocent question and he almost choked on his own saliva. “Just a coffee is fine.”
“What size?”
“Large.”
“Right away.” He pushed off the counter and gave Kyu Jong a moment to admire his body, all endlessly long lean lines and trim hips. Almost too skinny he though wryly, like he needed someone to feed him. He moved like a dancer, fluid grace, for the few steps to the coffee machine. He came back with a steaming cup of godliness; if the coffee was good then this would be heaven. “Have a nice day, serving and protecting.”
“Have a nice day serving.” He wasn’t sure where he found the balls to say it and the other man blinked at him for a second, and then he laughed and the sound was unexpected and so ungraceful unlike the rest of him that Kyu Jong could only love it.
“Will do.” He winked and Kyu Jong’s blush got suddenly worse, he was sure the other man could see it so he handed over his money, dropped the change in the tip jar and walked quickly over to the milk bar. He imagined he could feel the other man’s eyes raking over his form.
The rest of the day was such a rush that he didn’t really think about the cafe again. First day on the job, he was beat and not detective, but if he was good then he would one day make detective. They toured headquarters, and he was completely overwhelmed by the sheer amount of stuff there. Seoul was so different than anything he knew and Kyu Jong had to remind himself that he could actually do this. Even if it was scary.
The next morning he slipped into the starchy uniform and took the train down to the stop near headquarters, and turned towards the cafe. From the outside, the calligraphy spelled ‘The Hideout’ in English and he walked inside, absently straightening his already impeccable uniform. Inside the barista looked up at the sound of a small twinkling charm he hadn’t noticed the night before.
“Morning Officer.” The pretty barista said; the old lady was still in the same corner. It gave the illusion of this place being isolated from time a pocket of warmth in the big city. He liked it a lot, enough to give his smile back. Thinking about the conversation he’d had with his mother that morning, all the oblique references to ‘love at first sight’ he’d asked about, and had been regaled for about the millionth time about the first time she’s met dad. “How can I serve you today?”
“The coffee was good.” He grinned. The glasses today were red, and he wore a leather thong necklace and an open collared white button down, it showed off a good portion of his pale chest. “I could use another cup.”
“Coming right up.” He smiled and it was probably the prettiest thing he’d ever seen on a man. Again he was off, moving towards the coffee machine and Kyu Jong couldn’t keep his eyes to himself the other man’s legs were encased in tight cotton that showed off just how lean his thighs were. He managed to pull his eyes away by the time the he turned around. “Extra fresh.”
“Great.” He couldn’t contain his grin.
“Are you new?” He smiled.
“What gave me away?” He pulled out his wallet and passed over money.
“I’ve never seen you here before.” He smiled and Kyu Jong flushed, “That and your accent is really cute.”
“Cute?” He smiled, he could deal with that. “I just moved here.” He took his coffee and Jung Min leaned forward on the counter again. The open lapel of his shirt gave a teasing view of his chest, his collar bones peaked right there, Kyu Jong managed not to flick his eyes there for very long.
“Well, at least you found good coffee.”
“Well there is that.” He smiled again and looked down at his watch. “I’m going to be late for my shift, have a nice day.”
“You too.” He grinned and he was moving over to the expresso machine, Kyu Jong watched him for a moment and moved to the coffee bar. He liked his coffee sweet in the mornings.
Sipping his coffee and on the way to work he figured that he might have gone back there anyways even if the coffee was crap.
~~
On his day off Kyu Jong returned to the cafe anyways, out of lack of anything better to do. His apartment was done and now he didn’t have too much to do. He was going meet his partner tomorrow for drinks and to meet some people. Today was his. So with a book under his arm he headed off to the cafe. His barista was working again today, the old lady was absent but it wasn’t as if he was going there to see her.
“Morning.” Jung Min looked up when the bell rang and for a moment he looked at him before he smiled dazzlingly. “You look different without your uniform.”
“Day off.” He explained and Jung Min only smiled wider at that.
“What can I get for you today?”
“Something sweet.”
“Latte?”
“Sure, chocolate maybe?”
“Whipped cream?”
“Of course.” Jung Min laughed again, and it made his eyes crinkle up behind his glasses. “Coming right up.”
“Can I get a chicken sandwich too?”
“Yep.” He flounced over to the expresso machine and set about to doing something magical on the other side of the counter.
Kyu Jong watched him for a bit because his back was turned and so he could, that and the cafe was empty, it was late-afternoon and everyone was probably at work. He imagined this place would be busy in the mornings, but right now it was just empty.
“Are you liking the city?”
“Not so much.” He said, and the then the machine started up and it was too loud for conversation for awhile.
The latte was excellent and the sandwich was good, but best of all Jung Min, that was his name offered with a wide smile, came out from behind the counter to sit with him because it was so dead. That and he may have played up the lonely country boy bit just a little, but Jung Min didn’t know that. He liked shopping for clothes and art, playing video games and went to school in the evening for drama and he wanted to be an actor. His aunt owned the shop here where he worked and she too loved Sherlock Holmes, he thought that Kyu Jong’s detective crush was cute
When evening hit it got busy and Jung Min needed to tend to the cash along with a pretty black haired man with a soft voice who came in to help for the evening. He had a soft round face and feathery hair and smooth as porcelain skin, but he’s not the same as Jung Min, not even in the same league.
By a week he thought that maybe he really was in love. And while he’d always had an ideal type, a nice woman like his mom, and god, Jung Min is nothing like his mother but he can’t stop the way his stomach tightened when Jung Min smiled at him with those gorgeous and straight teeth. His mother probably wouldn’t even like Jung Min, not because he was Jung Min but because no one was good enough for her baby. His flaunting hips, and tight pants. It unravelled something tight, like a ribbon of warmth in his chest.
It was the next morning when he met Jung Min at the cafe (which is quickly becoming his favourite part of the day, the time in the lockers just chatting with the other guys takes a close second) he was a little pink in the cheeks from the encroaching winter in the air. The fire was going at full burn in the corner and old lady Kim is sitting in her usual place with a new book, coke-bottle glasses making her eyes huge in the reflected light. Today Jung Min was wearing tight grey pants and a tight long-sleeved top, the pattern partially hidden under his apron. He looked delicious as usual.
He smiled on the sight of Jung Min letting the door close carefully behind him, it is inclined to slam if he’s not careful, and he couldn’t help but smile back.
“You changed your hair.” He admired the way his red hair caught the light curling in little waves around his face looking soft and touchable. It made his skin look paler.
“Like it?”
“Looks nice.” He resisted the urge to reach up to his own hair, it had to be kept shorter and black, but he’d managed to avoid getting the full-out buss cut. He wondered if his hair looked as soft to run fingers through as Jung Min’s. And so if today he fantasized about having Jung Min’s long fingers running through his hair as he took Jung Min’s cock deep in his throat and blushed when Jung Min turned back to him with his coffee.
“It’s on me today copper.” He winked and Kyu Jong stuttered, wondering if somehow Jung Min had mind reading powers or just freaky sense of timing. Either way when he turned his back Kyu Jong dropped the money into the tip jar.
While sipping his coffee he wondered why his partner was snickering at him, half dressed and sitting on one of the long benches that ran between the lockers. He blinked at him, and the other man grinned back, he had this lazy grin that defined the words ‘Cheshire Cat’.
“Yes?”
“You still haven’t noticed have you?”
“What?”
“Finish your coffee.” Hyun Joong said simply, pulling on a white undershirt, his stomach muscles clenching as he lifted his arms over his head. Kyu Jong looked away, not a good place to be ogling men, even ones that attractive. Confused he downed the rest of his sweet coffee, he liked to come in dressed already unlike Hyun Joong who always came in looking like he’d just rolled out of bed despite the time.
“So tell?” He poked at the older man’s foot with his own boot.
“Look at the bottom of the cup.” He tipped the cup back and lifted it above his head so he could look at the bottom, and there in purple ball point pen was a phone number. He promptly chocked on his saliva and Hyun Joong laughed, the sound was a little awkward, but Kyu Jong was getting used to it. Still, the phone number.
“Is...”
“Nope, it’s been there all week.” Hyun Joong’s eyes glittered and Kyu Jong flushed, looking to the side. He had no idea that his partner was that observant, his usual laconic attitude a perfect mask. “I’ve been waiting to see if you would notice.”
“Jerk.” Kyu Jong muttered without heat.
“Hmm.” Hyun Joong grinned, lithe fingers quickly doing up the buttons to his uniform.
All that day, the moment that Hyun Joong caught him toying with his mobile he would smirk and Kyu Jong would flush and shove it away. The text message conversation went something like this:
--You’ve been flirting with me.
--So you finally noticed.
So if he’d needed someone else to point it out to him, well Jung Min didn’t need to know about that.
--Do you want to do something on my day off?
When Hyun Joong caught him after he sent that one Kyu Jong flushed all the way up to the tips of his ears and this time the smirk wasn’t only smug but it was knowing too and he had to look down. ‘hot date?’, he’d stuttered out something that wasn’t all that flattering for a grown officer of the law ’Just remember, if she asks you up for coffee that means she wants to have sex.’ Kyu Jong thought he might just die of embarrassment.
--Sure, my shift ends at six.
Just like that he had a date with Jung Min.
~~
“That was fun.” Jung Min’s face was flushed from the cold, a white knit scarf protecting his long neck, lips even brighter against his face than usual. The snow was lazy in the air flowing as if falling on invisible tracks down from the sky. Bits of it were stuck to the ends of Jung Min’s hair and Kyu Jong brushed a little out of the way, the cold disguising his blush. Jung Min just smiled at him indulgently. “Do you want to come up for coffee?”
Kyu Jong only just managed not to flinch or choke again.
“Yeah, okay.”
He figured he shouldn’t be putting out on the first date, or let Jung Min get to know him better or something equally honourable, but Jung Min’s tongue tasted like the coffee they had actually taken a few sips of. He kissed like he moved all slick grace and teasing touches, Kyu Jong was lost to it almost instantly unable to pull back from that slick mouth. It was awkward with their knees knocking against each other on the couch, abandoned mugs on the table at their knees.
“You taste so good.” Jung Min whispered hotly against his lips and Kyu Jong flushed deeply, his hands lifting to tangle themselves in his pretty hair the way he’d imagined doing so often. It slid through his fingers softly and caught on the calluses there. “I wanted to do this when you sauntered in.” He pressed another open-mouthed kiss to Kyu Jong’s mouth slipping his tongue to map out his teeth. “It’s the uniform.” He said breathlessly, shifting so his thigh was over Kyu Jong’s and he could get a little closer. The places where their bodies touched felt too hot, like it was going to burn him, but he shifted arching his back so they could rub together in even more places.
“You were so pretty.” He managed through the constriction in his throat and Jung Min’s tongue in his mouth. “So pretty.” He cupped the back of the other man’s head and he tilted his head back into the caress exposing the line of his throat and the curious lump of his adam’s apple. Kyu Jong pressed his tongue there, feeling it jump as the other man swallowed hard, shifting over so he could press his nose against the thundering pulse he found there.
“This okay?” Jung Min asked against the side of his hair, fully slinging his legs over Kyu Jong’s thighs so he could completely straddle him, now his heat was everywhere and Kyu Jong could only nod mutely, this was so okay. The way the other man slid forward he was pressed against where Kyu Jong’s dick was trapped in his pants and he sucked a sharp breath in through his teeth. “Still okay?” This time he was teasing, his fingers fluttering along his shoulders and shifting his weight in a gentle rocking rhythm.
“Yeah.” He kept his own hands at waist level, melting into the couch and tipping his head back for more of those wet steamy kisses. That enticing cupid’s bow mouth felt even softer above his own, contrasting with the solid weight of the other man pressing him down into the couch.
“Touch me.” He ordered his voice deep and scratchy, Jung Min made him feel crazy, made him want to do things that he wouldn’t have thought about before, and so he did. Rubbing his thumbs along the sharp lines of his bones, too prominent under the softness of his skin, Jung Min shivered above him letting out a soft breathy sound. “Yes.” The whisper tugged at his tummy and he dragged his hands down the other man’s back, over his ass to rest on his thighs. Even that made him feel dirty and it was like drinking, making him all flushed and willing.
“Mmm.” Kyu Jong hummed against his lips, his own were tingling from the kisses, playful half-nips and sucks against tender bits of flesh. Then Jung Min’s hands where sliding from his shoulders down to his chest, fingers toying with the muscles in his chest through the fabric. They sought out his nipples and Kyu Jong couldn’t stop the moan that tore from his throat at the sudden burst of pleasure, he also couldn’t stop the way he bucked up into the heat of Jung Min’s body and the other man gasped, pressing back.
“I need to.” Jung Min muttered, sitting back and tugging on Kyu Jong’s belt with a desperation that clashed with his normal flirtatious cool. “Please.”
“Yeah.” He reached down and helped Jung Min’s clumsy fingers only to find his were no better, but zippers were better done at this angle. Jung Min needed to lift high onto his knees so Kyu Jong could wiggle his pants down a little. It felt really weird to be sitting on a couch with his bare ass touching the cushions, but that wasn’t nearly as important as the way Jung Min was using his position to push his black slacks down his thighs. His skin was pretty all over, the sharp ridges of his hips poking out faintly and the bottoms of his pants making a perfect frame for the slick rise of his cock. Kyu Jong was probably flushed all the way down his tummy, Jung Min was pushing up his t-shirt as if to check.
Then he was sinking down again, and it was warmth and pleasure and fuck it was mind-numbingly good. Jung Min made it even better wrapping one of those pretty hands around both of them creating a nice warm place for his dick. He couldn’t thrust with Jung Min sitting on him, but the other man wasn’t interested in teasing, pumping quickly.
It wasn’t too long before his toes were curling in the carpet and Jung Min was eating the sounds that spilled unstoppably from his mouth. He was tensing up and coming all over his hand and him. He was still groaning when Jung Min rest his head on his shoulder and made a soft whimpering sound, and that was so hot, he could feel Jung Min pulsing and coming over his own messy cock and stomach.
“Mmm.” Jung Min hummed softly, curling along his shoulder with all the boneless languor of a lazy cat. “Want to spend the night?”
“Sure.” Kyu Jong pressed his lips to Jung Min’s hair and grinned to himself. This was okay, and so if Jung Min didn’t love him, he would in time. “I’ll make breakfast.”
Pairing: Kyu Jong/Jung Min
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Officer Kyu Jong moved from the country to the city to follow his dreams, and there he meets someone who helps him adjust.
It was Kyu Jong’s first day and his uniform felt starchy, new cotton rubbing him in all the wrong places. Even after a week this city was just too big and too grey, it boggled his mind, not quite matching up with what he remembered from a high school trip years ago. God it felt like too many years. Shifting in his starchy uniform, he gave his seat up for an elderly lady on the train and gave her a polite smile and nod. His mother had always told him to be polite to the elderly. He missed his mother and father more than he expected, called home at dinner every night and she told him he’d feel better when he started working and had something to do all day besides shop for cheap and cute furniture for his apartment.
The coffee shop was out of the way just off the main street, it was mid-afternoon, since he had the evening shift, and mostly empty. There was an old woman sitting in the corner with a book and a young adult with a text book in the farthest corner from her. The interior was England 20s chic with old bookcases lining the far walls and huge plush chairs around a stone fireplace. It looked like a scene out of Sherlock Holmes, and he instantly fell in love with the place. Sherlock Holmes was the reason he wanted to eventually make detective himself. He doubted that he’d have his own Professor Moriarty to do intellectual battle with, but he could still be a good detective.
“Morning Officer.” Said the barista and Kyu Jong fell in love all over again. His heart beat too fast and he could feel his face heating up. He was an officer of the law, he’d made it through training and teasing over his rural roots and funny accent, and he was completely undone by a barista. The most beautiful barista he’d ever seen, but just a man. He was leaning on the cash, forearms braced on the counter, thick dark hair and pink lips, black square rimmed glasses. He was so pretty it was unreal. “What can I do for you?”
Completely innocent question and he almost choked on his own saliva. “Just a coffee is fine.”
“What size?”
“Large.”
“Right away.” He pushed off the counter and gave Kyu Jong a moment to admire his body, all endlessly long lean lines and trim hips. Almost too skinny he though wryly, like he needed someone to feed him. He moved like a dancer, fluid grace, for the few steps to the coffee machine. He came back with a steaming cup of godliness; if the coffee was good then this would be heaven. “Have a nice day, serving and protecting.”
“Have a nice day serving.” He wasn’t sure where he found the balls to say it and the other man blinked at him for a second, and then he laughed and the sound was unexpected and so ungraceful unlike the rest of him that Kyu Jong could only love it.
“Will do.” He winked and Kyu Jong’s blush got suddenly worse, he was sure the other man could see it so he handed over his money, dropped the change in the tip jar and walked quickly over to the milk bar. He imagined he could feel the other man’s eyes raking over his form.
The rest of the day was such a rush that he didn’t really think about the cafe again. First day on the job, he was beat and not detective, but if he was good then he would one day make detective. They toured headquarters, and he was completely overwhelmed by the sheer amount of stuff there. Seoul was so different than anything he knew and Kyu Jong had to remind himself that he could actually do this. Even if it was scary.
The next morning he slipped into the starchy uniform and took the train down to the stop near headquarters, and turned towards the cafe. From the outside, the calligraphy spelled ‘The Hideout’ in English and he walked inside, absently straightening his already impeccable uniform. Inside the barista looked up at the sound of a small twinkling charm he hadn’t noticed the night before.
“Morning Officer.” The pretty barista said; the old lady was still in the same corner. It gave the illusion of this place being isolated from time a pocket of warmth in the big city. He liked it a lot, enough to give his smile back. Thinking about the conversation he’d had with his mother that morning, all the oblique references to ‘love at first sight’ he’d asked about, and had been regaled for about the millionth time about the first time she’s met dad. “How can I serve you today?”
“The coffee was good.” He grinned. The glasses today were red, and he wore a leather thong necklace and an open collared white button down, it showed off a good portion of his pale chest. “I could use another cup.”
“Coming right up.” He smiled and it was probably the prettiest thing he’d ever seen on a man. Again he was off, moving towards the coffee machine and Kyu Jong couldn’t keep his eyes to himself the other man’s legs were encased in tight cotton that showed off just how lean his thighs were. He managed to pull his eyes away by the time the he turned around. “Extra fresh.”
“Great.” He couldn’t contain his grin.
“Are you new?” He smiled.
“What gave me away?” He pulled out his wallet and passed over money.
“I’ve never seen you here before.” He smiled and Kyu Jong flushed, “That and your accent is really cute.”
“Cute?” He smiled, he could deal with that. “I just moved here.” He took his coffee and Jung Min leaned forward on the counter again. The open lapel of his shirt gave a teasing view of his chest, his collar bones peaked right there, Kyu Jong managed not to flick his eyes there for very long.
“Well, at least you found good coffee.”
“Well there is that.” He smiled again and looked down at his watch. “I’m going to be late for my shift, have a nice day.”
“You too.” He grinned and he was moving over to the expresso machine, Kyu Jong watched him for a moment and moved to the coffee bar. He liked his coffee sweet in the mornings.
Sipping his coffee and on the way to work he figured that he might have gone back there anyways even if the coffee was crap.
~~
On his day off Kyu Jong returned to the cafe anyways, out of lack of anything better to do. His apartment was done and now he didn’t have too much to do. He was going meet his partner tomorrow for drinks and to meet some people. Today was his. So with a book under his arm he headed off to the cafe. His barista was working again today, the old lady was absent but it wasn’t as if he was going there to see her.
“Morning.” Jung Min looked up when the bell rang and for a moment he looked at him before he smiled dazzlingly. “You look different without your uniform.”
“Day off.” He explained and Jung Min only smiled wider at that.
“What can I get for you today?”
“Something sweet.”
“Latte?”
“Sure, chocolate maybe?”
“Whipped cream?”
“Of course.” Jung Min laughed again, and it made his eyes crinkle up behind his glasses. “Coming right up.”
“Can I get a chicken sandwich too?”
“Yep.” He flounced over to the expresso machine and set about to doing something magical on the other side of the counter.
Kyu Jong watched him for a bit because his back was turned and so he could, that and the cafe was empty, it was late-afternoon and everyone was probably at work. He imagined this place would be busy in the mornings, but right now it was just empty.
“Are you liking the city?”
“Not so much.” He said, and the then the machine started up and it was too loud for conversation for awhile.
The latte was excellent and the sandwich was good, but best of all Jung Min, that was his name offered with a wide smile, came out from behind the counter to sit with him because it was so dead. That and he may have played up the lonely country boy bit just a little, but Jung Min didn’t know that. He liked shopping for clothes and art, playing video games and went to school in the evening for drama and he wanted to be an actor. His aunt owned the shop here where he worked and she too loved Sherlock Holmes, he thought that Kyu Jong’s detective crush was cute
When evening hit it got busy and Jung Min needed to tend to the cash along with a pretty black haired man with a soft voice who came in to help for the evening. He had a soft round face and feathery hair and smooth as porcelain skin, but he’s not the same as Jung Min, not even in the same league.
By a week he thought that maybe he really was in love. And while he’d always had an ideal type, a nice woman like his mom, and god, Jung Min is nothing like his mother but he can’t stop the way his stomach tightened when Jung Min smiled at him with those gorgeous and straight teeth. His mother probably wouldn’t even like Jung Min, not because he was Jung Min but because no one was good enough for her baby. His flaunting hips, and tight pants. It unravelled something tight, like a ribbon of warmth in his chest.
It was the next morning when he met Jung Min at the cafe (which is quickly becoming his favourite part of the day, the time in the lockers just chatting with the other guys takes a close second) he was a little pink in the cheeks from the encroaching winter in the air. The fire was going at full burn in the corner and old lady Kim is sitting in her usual place with a new book, coke-bottle glasses making her eyes huge in the reflected light. Today Jung Min was wearing tight grey pants and a tight long-sleeved top, the pattern partially hidden under his apron. He looked delicious as usual.
He smiled on the sight of Jung Min letting the door close carefully behind him, it is inclined to slam if he’s not careful, and he couldn’t help but smile back.
“You changed your hair.” He admired the way his red hair caught the light curling in little waves around his face looking soft and touchable. It made his skin look paler.
“Like it?”
“Looks nice.” He resisted the urge to reach up to his own hair, it had to be kept shorter and black, but he’d managed to avoid getting the full-out buss cut. He wondered if his hair looked as soft to run fingers through as Jung Min’s. And so if today he fantasized about having Jung Min’s long fingers running through his hair as he took Jung Min’s cock deep in his throat and blushed when Jung Min turned back to him with his coffee.
“It’s on me today copper.” He winked and Kyu Jong stuttered, wondering if somehow Jung Min had mind reading powers or just freaky sense of timing. Either way when he turned his back Kyu Jong dropped the money into the tip jar.
While sipping his coffee he wondered why his partner was snickering at him, half dressed and sitting on one of the long benches that ran between the lockers. He blinked at him, and the other man grinned back, he had this lazy grin that defined the words ‘Cheshire Cat’.
“Yes?”
“You still haven’t noticed have you?”
“What?”
“Finish your coffee.” Hyun Joong said simply, pulling on a white undershirt, his stomach muscles clenching as he lifted his arms over his head. Kyu Jong looked away, not a good place to be ogling men, even ones that attractive. Confused he downed the rest of his sweet coffee, he liked to come in dressed already unlike Hyun Joong who always came in looking like he’d just rolled out of bed despite the time.
“So tell?” He poked at the older man’s foot with his own boot.
“Look at the bottom of the cup.” He tipped the cup back and lifted it above his head so he could look at the bottom, and there in purple ball point pen was a phone number. He promptly chocked on his saliva and Hyun Joong laughed, the sound was a little awkward, but Kyu Jong was getting used to it. Still, the phone number.
“Is...”
“Nope, it’s been there all week.” Hyun Joong’s eyes glittered and Kyu Jong flushed, looking to the side. He had no idea that his partner was that observant, his usual laconic attitude a perfect mask. “I’ve been waiting to see if you would notice.”
“Jerk.” Kyu Jong muttered without heat.
“Hmm.” Hyun Joong grinned, lithe fingers quickly doing up the buttons to his uniform.
All that day, the moment that Hyun Joong caught him toying with his mobile he would smirk and Kyu Jong would flush and shove it away. The text message conversation went something like this:
--You’ve been flirting with me.
--So you finally noticed.
So if he’d needed someone else to point it out to him, well Jung Min didn’t need to know about that.
--Do you want to do something on my day off?
When Hyun Joong caught him after he sent that one Kyu Jong flushed all the way up to the tips of his ears and this time the smirk wasn’t only smug but it was knowing too and he had to look down. ‘hot date?’, he’d stuttered out something that wasn’t all that flattering for a grown officer of the law ’Just remember, if she asks you up for coffee that means she wants to have sex.’ Kyu Jong thought he might just die of embarrassment.
--Sure, my shift ends at six.
Just like that he had a date with Jung Min.
~~
“That was fun.” Jung Min’s face was flushed from the cold, a white knit scarf protecting his long neck, lips even brighter against his face than usual. The snow was lazy in the air flowing as if falling on invisible tracks down from the sky. Bits of it were stuck to the ends of Jung Min’s hair and Kyu Jong brushed a little out of the way, the cold disguising his blush. Jung Min just smiled at him indulgently. “Do you want to come up for coffee?”
Kyu Jong only just managed not to flinch or choke again.
“Yeah, okay.”
He figured he shouldn’t be putting out on the first date, or let Jung Min get to know him better or something equally honourable, but Jung Min’s tongue tasted like the coffee they had actually taken a few sips of. He kissed like he moved all slick grace and teasing touches, Kyu Jong was lost to it almost instantly unable to pull back from that slick mouth. It was awkward with their knees knocking against each other on the couch, abandoned mugs on the table at their knees.
“You taste so good.” Jung Min whispered hotly against his lips and Kyu Jong flushed deeply, his hands lifting to tangle themselves in his pretty hair the way he’d imagined doing so often. It slid through his fingers softly and caught on the calluses there. “I wanted to do this when you sauntered in.” He pressed another open-mouthed kiss to Kyu Jong’s mouth slipping his tongue to map out his teeth. “It’s the uniform.” He said breathlessly, shifting so his thigh was over Kyu Jong’s and he could get a little closer. The places where their bodies touched felt too hot, like it was going to burn him, but he shifted arching his back so they could rub together in even more places.
“You were so pretty.” He managed through the constriction in his throat and Jung Min’s tongue in his mouth. “So pretty.” He cupped the back of the other man’s head and he tilted his head back into the caress exposing the line of his throat and the curious lump of his adam’s apple. Kyu Jong pressed his tongue there, feeling it jump as the other man swallowed hard, shifting over so he could press his nose against the thundering pulse he found there.
“This okay?” Jung Min asked against the side of his hair, fully slinging his legs over Kyu Jong’s thighs so he could completely straddle him, now his heat was everywhere and Kyu Jong could only nod mutely, this was so okay. The way the other man slid forward he was pressed against where Kyu Jong’s dick was trapped in his pants and he sucked a sharp breath in through his teeth. “Still okay?” This time he was teasing, his fingers fluttering along his shoulders and shifting his weight in a gentle rocking rhythm.
“Yeah.” He kept his own hands at waist level, melting into the couch and tipping his head back for more of those wet steamy kisses. That enticing cupid’s bow mouth felt even softer above his own, contrasting with the solid weight of the other man pressing him down into the couch.
“Touch me.” He ordered his voice deep and scratchy, Jung Min made him feel crazy, made him want to do things that he wouldn’t have thought about before, and so he did. Rubbing his thumbs along the sharp lines of his bones, too prominent under the softness of his skin, Jung Min shivered above him letting out a soft breathy sound. “Yes.” The whisper tugged at his tummy and he dragged his hands down the other man’s back, over his ass to rest on his thighs. Even that made him feel dirty and it was like drinking, making him all flushed and willing.
“Mmm.” Kyu Jong hummed against his lips, his own were tingling from the kisses, playful half-nips and sucks against tender bits of flesh. Then Jung Min’s hands where sliding from his shoulders down to his chest, fingers toying with the muscles in his chest through the fabric. They sought out his nipples and Kyu Jong couldn’t stop the moan that tore from his throat at the sudden burst of pleasure, he also couldn’t stop the way he bucked up into the heat of Jung Min’s body and the other man gasped, pressing back.
“I need to.” Jung Min muttered, sitting back and tugging on Kyu Jong’s belt with a desperation that clashed with his normal flirtatious cool. “Please.”
“Yeah.” He reached down and helped Jung Min’s clumsy fingers only to find his were no better, but zippers were better done at this angle. Jung Min needed to lift high onto his knees so Kyu Jong could wiggle his pants down a little. It felt really weird to be sitting on a couch with his bare ass touching the cushions, but that wasn’t nearly as important as the way Jung Min was using his position to push his black slacks down his thighs. His skin was pretty all over, the sharp ridges of his hips poking out faintly and the bottoms of his pants making a perfect frame for the slick rise of his cock. Kyu Jong was probably flushed all the way down his tummy, Jung Min was pushing up his t-shirt as if to check.
Then he was sinking down again, and it was warmth and pleasure and fuck it was mind-numbingly good. Jung Min made it even better wrapping one of those pretty hands around both of them creating a nice warm place for his dick. He couldn’t thrust with Jung Min sitting on him, but the other man wasn’t interested in teasing, pumping quickly.
It wasn’t too long before his toes were curling in the carpet and Jung Min was eating the sounds that spilled unstoppably from his mouth. He was tensing up and coming all over his hand and him. He was still groaning when Jung Min rest his head on his shoulder and made a soft whimpering sound, and that was so hot, he could feel Jung Min pulsing and coming over his own messy cock and stomach.
“Mmm.” Jung Min hummed softly, curling along his shoulder with all the boneless languor of a lazy cat. “Want to spend the night?”
“Sure.” Kyu Jong pressed his lips to Jung Min’s hair and grinned to himself. This was okay, and so if Jung Min didn’t love him, he would in time. “I’ll make breakfast.”
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Date: 2010-01-07 02:46 am (UTC)all the descriptions were so good . i could totally imagine a coffee shop like that ! it seems so cozy and nice . and jungmin as the barista ! OMG , that would be like heaven lol , jungmin making my coffee .. mmm lolz
KyuMin makes me happy (:
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Date: 2010-01-07 02:49 am (UTC)Thank you very much, and yes, that would be the best coffee shop ever!!
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Date: 2010-01-08 02:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-08 07:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-17 08:07 pm (UTC)This was so damn perfect.
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Date: 2010-01-30 10:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-17 03:40 pm (UTC)barrister!jungmincoffee shops ♥