Page 54 of Hamartia

Jaehyun’s cheeks and chest are bright pink, his hair swept back off his forehead which is dappled with water.

It’s a big bath. Huge. And on one side of it is a view of downtown Manhattan at night, which has absolutely nothing on the view across from me.

“This is nice,” I say, grinning stupidly. “Not what I thought I’d be doing tonight, but nice all the same.”

“You thought we’d be fucking all night?” Jae says, his voice low and scratchy.

My cock certainly likes the sound of that idea.

“You overestimate my stamina. I worked very hard tonight.”

“You sure did,” I smirk and he smiles, a little shy.

He turns his head to look out at the view. I don’t think too much about it before I say it, never normally a great idea, but I’m too relaxed to really care.

“I came to see you tonight. At the MetLife.”

His head twists back to me, utter surprise on his face. “You did?”

When I nod, he says nothing for a few moments. Then: “Why?”

“Why not?”

“Because you are not a fan of our music. Or our band. I don’t know why you’d want to.”

I frown at that. “How do you know I’m not a fan? I could have a whole room of K:OS merch for all you know. Every version of every record. A pair of those little cat ears all your fans wear. They’d look great on me.”

He doesn’t smile like I hoped he would. He looks a little suspicious, like maybe he thinks I’m mocking him. I sit up, sliding through the water towards him, so that I’m sitting in the middle of the tub.

“I wanted to see you perform. I was curious.”

“Curious about?”

I shrug. “The hype, your K:Otics, the phenomena that is K:OS. I wanted to see it for myself.”

His eyes are sharp, trained on me like a cat. “And?”

“And I’ve never seen anything quite like it. You killed it.”

There are a few moments silence as he digests this, looking for any mockery again. The tension in his face melts away and a slow smile spreads over his perfect raspberry-pink mouth. Then he looks down at some point on my chest, almost shy.

“We’ve performed better. I wish I could have done better. My voice felt weak, though it always does when we do so many nights. I’d have liked—.”

Beneath the water I grip his hand and pull him against me.

“Hey, I said, you killed it. I’ve no clue how you remember all those steps. To move like that and sing like that for three hours. Are you even human?” I pretend to study him. “If you were an alien then it would not surprise me. Would actually make a whole lot of sense.”

It would explain why he makes me feel like no other person on earth does. Like there’s a buzzing under my skin whenever he’s close to me. Like he’s on some frequency not of this universe.

He giggles and drops his head forward onto my chest, shy as he tries to hide under my armpit. “You are an idiot.” He laughs.

“Yeah. And you are incredible,” I whisper against his neck.

Sliding my arms around him I move my hands over the skin of his back, dancing my fingers up the nodes of his spine. When he lifts his head, our faces are close, mouths almost touching. I let out a soft breath and with his eyes open he kisses me. Soft and tender before he kisses me deeper and climbs into my lap. My cock jabs awkwardly against his thigh and he reaches between us to adjust it, so that it sits flush against his.

Our mouths move lazy and slow, not really kissing but licking and sucking our way across wet skin. I move my mouth across his jaw to the spot below his ear, to the crook of his neck, to his clavicle—I think I’m obsessed with it—lapping up every drop of wetness puddled here.

When he starts to grind, my control slips, and I sink my fingers up into his hair and pull his head back to expose his throat. He gasps a little, eyes going wide as he grinds harder, wrapping his legs tight around me.