“Still a problem,” Andy cut in. “Just like when you hurt your knee and had to beg me to keep my mouth shut.” He quietly huffed. “That’s who I am, Min Jae. Not ideal. I can sing and dance with the best of them. Better than some of the best, even.” An unfortunately earnest whine crept into his voice, as the uncomfortable truth became clear. “But I can’t keep my fucking mouth shut. All I know how to be is myself. And maybe that’s too real to be an idol if I’m with you, too.”
Against all expectations, Min Jae smiled, pulling Andy close enough to kiss. “Don’t you get it? That’s exactly why you were born to be an idol.” His eyes flicked to Andy’s shoulder. “It’s because your heart’s right there, just like it’s always been. You don’t do bullshit any more than you gloat. In fact, I think you’re probably the best person I know.”
The fiery warmth in Andy’s cheeks quickly spread to his ears. No one had ever said anything like that to him before. And if they had, he never would’ve believed them. But he believed Min Jae, the only person who did bullshit even less than him. “Wow. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to seduce me.”
Min Jae chuckled, his cheeks darkening to match Andy’s. “That’s not what I’m trying to do, dummy. I’m trying to say thatI’ve got your back. That we’re in this together.” He gulped, and time skidded to a halt, as Andy realized what was happening. What Min Jae was about to say. That couldn’t really be happening, could it? Min Jae definitely wasn’t about to say– “I love you.”
Andy’s heart fluttered enough to make him gasp. Min Jae had really gone there. He’d really said those three little words that changed everything. Nothing between them would be the same again. “I love you, too.”
The words were barely out of Andy's mouth before he closed the final hair’s breadth of space between them. His kiss detonated them, releasing every ounce of pent-up frustration, longing, and terror they’d weathered. It was the taste of Min Jae's quiet confession and Andy's own relieved surrender, a furious, messy collision that was less a kiss and more of a confirmation that they were on the same, terrifying page.
Min Jae's initial shock melted away a half-second later. He kissed Andy back with a desperate, hungry energy that jolted straight to Andy's core. Hands that had been trembling by his side were suddenly in his hair, clutching, pulling him closer. Andy’s hands slid from Min Jae’s waist, slipping under the hem of his t-shirt to explore the smooth, hot skin of his back, the sharp, defined lines of muscle that flexed as he caressed them.
The small, sterile bathroom became a superheated pressure cooker. They stumbled back, Andy's body pressing Min Jae's against the cool, tiled wall. Min Jae let out a low groan against Andy's mouth. A sound of pure, unadulterated lust a world away from the calculated moans of his performances. This was real.
Andy broke the kiss long enough to grab the hem of Min Jae’s shirt, yanking it up and over his head in a single, clumsy motion. Min Jae returned the favor, his fingers fumbling with the fabric of Andy's shirt before pulling it off, tossing both on the floor.
They stood chest to chest, breathless, their skin slick with a thin sheen of sweat. Andy looked at Min Jae—really looked at him, not as a rival or a partner, but as the person who had justturned his entire world on its side. The sight of him, shirtless and flushed, his lovely dark eyes wide with a mix of fear and raw desire, was the most beautiful thing Andy had ever seen.
The time for talking was over. Andy dropped to his knees, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Min Jae’s jeans, his thumbs pressing against the hot skin just below his navel. The look in Min Jae’s eyes was a perfect, terrifying storm of want and surrender as Andy tugged his jeans to the floor, releasing his rock-hard erection. Min Jae had trimmed his pubic hair back to perfectly frame his cock, standing at attention and ready. Andy almost chuckled at the reminder of when Seo Jin had trimmed in their shower and clogged up the drain. He shook the intrusive thought away, opened his mouth, and swallowed Min Jae whole.
Min Jae groaned so hard he slapped a hand across his own mouth to keep himself quiet. As much as Andy dreaded someone discovering them during one of their little rendezvous, the idea excited him even more. He swirled his tongue under the ridge of Min Jae’s cockhead, drawing another set of muffled moans and a delicious trickle of precum, before plunging down until Min Jae tickled the back of his throat. He slowly drew off and pistoned down again, pumping his head back and forth until the trickle became a stream.
Min Jae grabbed Andy’s head and pulled himself free. “Not yet. I want you to fuck me.”
Andy frowned. “You’re ready?
Min Jae nodded. “Right before I came to meet you, just in case.” He snorted. “Woo Jin thinks I had diarrhea.”
Andy laughed. “You’re so fucking romantic.” He climbed back to his feet and undid the top button on his pants. “And your wish is my command.” He hooked an arm around Min Jae's waist, effortlessly turning him to face the cool porcelain of the tiled wall as his pants fell to the floor. He spat into his fingers and reached down, exploring the warm crevice between Min Jae’s legs until he found his target and slipped his fingers in. Andy puthis free hand over Min Jae’s mouth just in time to capture his shocked groan, muffling the moans that followed as he worked his spit inside.
“More,” Min Jae commanded under Andy’s hand.
Andy complied, spitting on his fingers again to invade Min Jae a second time. “Good?”
“Yes,” Min Jae moaned. “Do it.”
Quietly chuckling, Andy removed his fingers and grabbed his cock, positioning the head until he felt Min Jae quiver and open for him. He slowly pushed himself inside, quietly savoring the secret, fiery warmth hidden behind Min Jae’s walls of ice.
“Oh, fuck,” Min Jae breathed.
“That’s the plan, dummy.” Andy pulled back, holding himself just at the edge of pulling out, before diving in, a little quicker this time.
“Faster,” Min Jae demanded.
Andy chuckled again. He’d never been with anyone nearly as experienced as Min Jae. Someone who knew exactly what he wanted and exactly how to say so. It was part of the reason he loved him, Andy suddenly realized. Not just that he knew how to communicate during sex. That he knew how to communicate everything. Like he’d just done, reminding Andy that his realness was a strength, not a weakness. That it was one of the reasons why Min Jae loved him back.
Andy increased the speed of his thrusts, each one a little stronger than the last, until he was pounding Min Jae against the wall hard enough that someone walking by would’ve absolutely heard them. He leaned in closer, pressing his bare chest against Min Jae’s naked back, their hearts beating together, their sweat mingling as he tried to make the two of them one.
Min Jae started panting as Andy fucked him, signaling his approaching climax. The dozens of hours they’d spent on the dance floor together meant that Andy had learned all of Min Jae’s nonverbal cues intimately. He reached around and grabbedhold of Min Jae’s cock, gently stroking it as he pushed himself inside. He hadn't even counted to ten when Min Jae exploded. His ass squeezed and spasmed around Andy’s cock as he pumped and pumped until he finally yanked himself free and came, too, splattering all over Min Jae’s back.
Andy practically collapsed, pressing himself against Min Jae as they panted in near unison. “I can’t wait until we don’t have to do this in a bathroom anymore.”
Min Jae’s laugh pleasantly echoed off the tile walls. “Now who’s the fucking romantic?” He pushed off the wall enough to turn himself around and face Andy, smiling. “But, same. We’re in this together now, right?”
Andy nodded, leaning in to brush his lips across Min Jae’s mouth. “You’re damn right we are. No matter what.”
Min Jae’s smile spread a little wider as he unfurled a happy, satisfied smile. “No matter what.”
