Page 14 of Damian & Jun, Episodes 1-4 (The Residency Boys #6)

Jun shrugged. He wasn’t sure anymore what number on the scale meant good.

Attractive weight was something he’d long ago stopped trying to determine for himself.

Sometimes he was told to bulk up, and sometimes he was told to slim down.

He’d just done what he’d been told. It had stopped making sense years ago.

He ate another slice of pizza, leaning against Damian, starting to feel full.

“Do you want to sleep?”

Jun shook his head but pushed away his plate. Damian put it on the cart. He ate another slice himself while Jun drowsed on his shoulder, then he put his own plate beside Jun’s, and turned toward him. “Let’s move this to the top of the bed.”

That sounded good. Jun crawled up to the pillows. He could tell his blood sugar was rejuvenating itself as his skin tingled from eating.

Damian lay down, and Jun put his head on Damian’s shoulder. His leg naturally came up and wrapped around Damian’s thigh.

“Want you in me,” he murmured.

“In you?”

Jun nodded against Damian’s neck. “In me.”

“We’ve never done that before.”

“Want it.”

Damian paused for a moment. “Baby, I’d rather not have your first anal be like this. I want to take my time with you. I’m not small.”

Jun groaned in complaint. He was full, he was warm, and he was drifting in a beautiful dream where he wasn’t waiting for a two-hour alarm to go off and steal him away from his lover.

Granted, he might be a missing person and his boss was most certainly going to try to make his life miserable, but right now, he wanted the fantasy, the one where he didn’t have to make decisions or be mature or liveup to anyone's expectations.

“When we get back to Chicago, I will go in you as much as you want. But tonight is not the night. I’m sorry, baby.”

Jun whimpered. He ground his hips down against Damian’s thigh.

“Rest, Jun. You’re not even properly awake. Just rest.” Damian stroked Jun’s head. “Close your eyes for me, pet.”

“Not a pet,” Jun managed to retort though it came out as a weak whine.

Damian chuckled softly. “What if I asked you to be my pet?”

“Have to catch me first. Am wild.” Jun curled up closer into Damian’s side.

“But I did catch you.”

“M’kay. Guess I can be your pet.” Jun yawned.

He didn’t know anything else until he heard soft voices talking above him.

There was a light blanket drawn over him, and Damian and Richard were speaking.

He heard Gigi’s voice out in the central area of the suite and then Mi Hi’s.

Richard seemed to be going between the girls outside and Damian.

Then Yohei’s voice came out of a phone speaker.

“It’s a plan,” he said, speaking in English.

Jun yawned. He was having the weirdest dreams. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, but none of it changed. He was naked, lying halfon top of Damian, and Richard Reevesworth was standing over him, holding his phone so Damian could speak to Yohei on the other side.

“What?” He blinked and rubbed at his face.

“Chun-kun,” Yohei said, addressing Jun by his Japanese name, shortened and with an endearment attached. “I’ll see you soon.”

“But you’re on vacation.”

“While Bak is making a prisoner out of you, like fuck, baka. No, my ass is already in Incheon. I’ll be at the hotel in like an hour.”

Jun blinked hard and sat up. “What?”

“We’re all coming. As soon as Gigi told us what the fuck was going on. Jaewoong and Su-jin are taking the overnight bus, and Geun just left Ulsan Station on the KTX.”

“But…but…” Jun looked between the phone and Damian, then up at Richard, and back at the phone. “But you can’t, Hei-chan!”

“Stop being a self-sacrificing dunderhead.” Yohei mixed three languages together in one sentence, just to make his point with his favorite words. “Someone fucked with you. We’re coming.”

“But your careers!”

“You think I care about that when Bak’s trying to SELL YOU!”

Jun sank down into the bed, pulling the blanket up toward his face. “I?—-”

“Gang Junseo, if your handsome man does not blister your rear for trying to handle this on your own without us, I will.”

“Yohei!”

“Anyway, as I was saying…” Yohei switched smoothly back into English. “I can probably grab everything from the office in the morning. They won’t expect me, and Gigi is happy to play decoy.

“ Our lawyers will be on standby,” Richard noted.

“I’ll alert my embassy as well,” Yohei said. “Anyway, I need to grab a cab, and I shouldn’t talk where other people can listen.”

Richard turned the phone more toward himself. “Agreed. We’ll see you shortly. I’ll have my assistant, Mung, waiting for you.”

“Awesome. See you in a few.” Yohei hung up.

“What have you done?” Jun wailed.

“Not them, me,” Gigi stuck her head in through the doorway, and Mi Hi joined her. They looked like a pair of impish puppets.

“Gigi! I’m naked!”

“You’re under covers, and I’m not coming in. Yohei, Geun, Jaewoong, and Su-jin are my friends too. They were worried about you.”

“I was trying to not get them into trouble!”

“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.

Damian sucked in a breath first. “We should go out there. Richard, Mi Hi, and Gigi are waiting for us. Richard ordered breakfast.”