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Everyone reading, thanks for your interest!
rogueremy, your review was incredible! I am between flabbergasted and
flattered that you took the time for such a long--and much
appreciated!--review. Thrilled to hear that you like the story! Moreover, it
was a delight to hear that you enjoy even the chapters without sex. I know what
you mean by that, and it is a huge compliment. There was a three-month gap
between the previous chapters, a lapse I hope to see only once. I�ve tried to
keep a steady pace with working on this, and will definitely see the fic through.
Thanks so much! P. S. Good name. I like them both.
Find of the
month from the Urban Dictionary is the following term for a semi-erection:
bonerang.
This chapter
features romance at M rating.
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Chapter 10:
No Hard and Fast Rules
Jin threw the
towel aside and supported himself against the bathroom counter. The light was
dim and merciful on the eyes, and he studied himself in the mirror. The
familiar reflection studied him back, unchanged. He wondered how he could look
the same when he felt so different.
A knock came
at the door. �Can I come in?�
Jin
straightened up. �Yes.�
Hwoarang
slipped in. Now wearing dark sweats that landed low on his hips, he looked
sleep-ridden and barely out of bed. He blinked against the light, but
approached, eyeing Jin through the mirror. �I woke up, and you weren�t
there....� He went to the sink and brushed against Jin lightly. �Sorry, let me
just....�
Jin moved,
and Hwoarang washed his hands. He grabbed the towel Jin had discarded and then
straightened it neatly on the rack with the clean towels. Jin shifted
unconsciously back to the counter, drawn by the mirror.
�How are you
feeling?� Hwoarang licked his lips and stared at the floor.
�I�m fine,�
Jin soothed.
Hwoarang
moved to his back and brought a hand to his side. Jin inclined his head toward
him, and Hwoarang inched closer, keeping a careful eye on any adverse
reactions. Hwoarang ran a hand along his waist. He was now so close that Jin
could feel the heat of his body prickle his own skin.
�Jin, baby,
I�m sorry.... I passed out on you.� Hwoarang couldn�t believe he had just...
rolled over and fallen asleep. He didn�t expect Jin to forgive him easily,
either; he had no right to expect any goodwill his way. His grasp tightened. Doesn�t
mean I won�t try.
That was the
second time Hwoarang had called him �baby.� A smile crept to Jin�s face. �It�s
fine,� he said. He wasn�t yet sure if he understood what all the fuss was about
with sex, but he could let that pass. Even though the end result had been
somewhat one-sided, he had never been so close to anyone, so connected to
another person. It was something to be proud of, even, to so completely deplete
a partner in bed, though he suspected it had been due to the day taking its
toll rather than thanks to him.
Hwoarang
watched him anxiously through the mirror, but then he fixated on the hand soap
dribbling on the counter. The fingers that still danced on Jin�s sides trembled
visibly, but determinedly kept on caressing the naked skin. �Did it-- did it
hurt?�
Yes, it had
hurt. The transient pain had been hell, but Jin hadn�t really cared about that.
He had seen how Hwoarang had looked at him, and he would have let himself been
torn apart. The closeness had been incredible. Maybe he could see what the rest
of the world was talking about. And, it hadn�t been all bad.... �It was a
little uncomfortable,� he finally admitted.
Hwoarang
hugged Jin from behind and placed a kiss to his shoulder blade. �I�m sorry.�
Jin smiled
with a shake of his head as he turned toward Hwoarang. Dark profile carved an
elegant portrait on the mirror.
Hwoarang
spoke again, �Will you come to bed with me?�
This time,
not long passed before Jin nodded. Warm breath alternatively warmed and cooled
the spot on his back where the lips had touched. Hwoarang gave him a gentle squeeze
and let go. He was prepared to leave the room to Jin, but there was something
still unsaid, and the need to speak up was becoming more urgent. Hwoarang was
already stepping away when Jin got it out. �Hwoarang. It was a first.�
He had had no
idea how Hwoarang would to react, and his heart jumped when Hwoarang stopped
dead in his tracks. Then, Hwoarang was back to embracing him and kissing his
shoulder blade more fiercely than before, eyes closed tightly, leaning his head
down to try to hide the fact. Hwoarang�s lips disconnected with a smack, and
his eyes flashed at Jin through the mirror before he withdrew his hand from
where he had tangled it around Jin�s midsection. �Yeah. Me, too.�
Hwoarang
escaped, but as the words sunk in, it was Jin who was left gaping. Hwoarang...? Hwoarang hadn�t...? Hwoarang!? It had never occurred to him, not once.
He would have never guessed it: Hwoarang was so confident, seemed so at home
with everything, and gave off an air of �been there, done that� no matter what.
Or did he mean it as in �with a guy?� Jin pondered the possibility in brief,
but it suddenly didn�t make a dime of difference whether things could have gone
smoother.
He braced
himself against the counter and steadied his breathing. As he looked at himself
in the mirror, he came to realize that the difference with him wasn�t outward,
but emotional. It was giving him a glow that pushed back the gray shroud that
had covered him for so long. Jin ran a hand through his hair and smoothed his
face, adjuring himself to stop being so delusional, but he did feel good.
Jin left the
bathroom and found that Hwoarang had switched beds. As he approached, Hwoarang
lifted the covers, inviting him to join. He could see from Hwoarang�s eyes that
the earlier revelation wasn�t a subject up for discussion, and he wouldn�t have
had it any other way. Jin slipped into the bed and, once they had had a
wordless conversation and exchanged a set of smugly sheepish smiles, settled on
his side. Hwoarang spooned him fully and brought a hand across his chest. They
remained snuggled tightly, even as Hwoarang slid his hand down and brushed a
hand across his genitals gently, intimately, like only a beloved could.
--
Hwoarang was
much less alarmed the second time he woke alone. The noises from the bathroom
and the clock shining morning told him Jin had gone to take a shower. He patted
the bed good morning and found his feet with a satisfied yawn. Stretching as he
went, he paid his next course of action some thought before approaching the
bathroom. He gave the token tap on the door and entered.
The room
permeated steam. The bathtub was isolated from the room with a shower curtain,
behind which Hwoarang could make out Jin�s form. He found himself admiring the
profile before he got his mouth open. �Hey... can I join you?�
The water was
turned down, and the noise from the stream abated. �Please do.�
Hwoarang
grinned to himself: Jin sounded sociable and definitely not morose. He removed
his pants and fought the ensuing spell of self-consciousness before taking
heart and scooting into the tub with Jin. He blamed the unwelcome flush on his
face on the moist air. Luckily, Jin was facing away from him, though he did
turn for long enough to afford him a positively sultry look. The heat left his
face and rushed to his gut.
Hwoarang
moved closer to Jin until they were almost touching. �Turn it on,� he murmured
and ducked for a bar of soap. As Jin complied, he lathered his hands ready and
placed them lightly on Jin�s collarbones. The warm water quickly diluted the
soap and trailed down Jin�s back in frothy streams. Hwoarang ran his hands
along the trickles, admiring the smooth skin and delighting in the pleased sigh
he was rewarded with as his hands were allowed to roam Jin�s back, only to
leave for more soap and return on the heated skin warmer than before.
Hwoarang�s
hands were playing along Jin�s sides, relishing the water-slick skin, and, by
small degrees, hazarding further down. He ran his palms lightly over Jin�s
buttocks, savoring the fine feel. Hwoarang murmured something nonsensical, to
reassure Jin that he meant it as an appreciation and not as an initiation, and
let his hands travel a lazy arc from Jin�s bottom to his midsection, where he
wrapped his arms around the man. Jin sank onto him, bombarded by a steady
stream of warm water in the front and Hwoarang�s closeness in the back. At the
latter, Jin tensed involuntarily.
Hwoarang
detached his arm immediately and tugged at his crotch. The wayward half-on on
the make wouldn�t be willed down, and it obstinately sought to rise and snuggle
up to Jin�s ass. He tried to redirect it with poor success. He sighed; the
warm, incredibly desirable body in his arms wasn�t helping the matters any.
�I�m sorry. It�s a reaction,� he whispered in Jin�s ear.
With a new
helping of soap, Hwoarang brought a palm to Jin�s chest and started caressing
his muscles. Jin opened his mouth for a breathless gulp, and the discomfort
died. Hwoarang spread the suds steadily in small circles, and Jin inclined his
head sideways. Hwoarang dipped his head until their lips met. As the water
washed over Jin, splashing occasional warmth on Hwoarang, they kept on kissing
softly, desiringly.
Jin broke the
kiss off with care and leaned against Hwoarang, who touched his lips to his
shoulder, heedless to any remaining soap. Hwoarang skimmed his hand along the
defined stomach muscles until he dipped down and scooped Jin�s package in his
hand. Jin hummed.
Tracing Jin�s
face until Jin surrendered his lips again, Hwoarang trailed the prized
possessions with his fingertips, intimately privy to each reaction of Jin�s.
Time crystallized into a perfect, still moment, where Jin�s lips were on his
and Jin trusted him implicitly. He was impelled by the need to do something
nice for Jin.
He let the
jewels slide from his grasp and focused on worshipping the smooth length. Under
his ministrations, the promising half-hanger hardened to a full salute. The
water was turned off at some point, and Hwoarang was elated to discover that it
wasn�t frightening when the rush of the water was absent and they were by
themselves, sans distractions.
On the
contrary, Jin hung onto him tighter and brought his hands back to pull him
close, now unconcerned at being targeted inappropriately, and the guttural
noises he was making stroked Hwoarang�s ego. He abandoned teasing the head
between his thumbs and wrapped his hand around the shaft, sending Jin moving
his hips against him in what could only be called gyrating. He groaned to
himself and settled on his task with twice the enthusiasm.
The soap had
dissolved long ago, but that didn�t keep the pliant length from gliding
smoothly in his hand or the precious crown from molding in his fingers
perfectly. He dipped his head again, quieting Jin�s moans with his mouth as the
climax hit and Jin drew rigid against him. He continued administering lazy
strokes, drinking in to Jin�s trust in him and his body for support through the
trembles until Jin finally softened.
Jin sighed.
�That was nice.� He pulled upright with effort, and Hwoarang�s length, no longer
trapped between their bodies, slid down his backside until it lost contact and
remained holding the fort.
Hwoarang
murmured his agreement. He touched Jin�s side lightly and backed to the other
end of the tub.
�I�ll just
finish quickly. Okay?� Jin asked, hand on the faucet.
�Take as long
as you like. I�ll be watching.�
Jin shot him
a discouraging look, and Hwoarang grinned back. When Jin turned the shower on
and tried to shove something off the tub with his toe, Hwoarang�s grin turned
into an open laughter. �Oh, shut up,� Jin said. Hwoarang could hear Jin
straining his face and trying not to redden, and he was glad he wasn�t the only
one hexed with the blushing qualities.
Jin went on
to rinse any excess white foam off himself, while Hwoarang admired his backsi--
the scenery. The latter wouldn�t have grown tiring any time soon, but, all too
quickly, the owner of the former finished washing off with a scowl that failed
to faze the interested party. Jin finally turned, allowing the most pleasing
view of himself. Jin�s eyes drifted down, and his lips twitched before he could
stop himself. �You need help with that?�
�Nah, I�ll
get rid of it.� This had been about Jin, and Hwoarang didn�t want anything to
interfere with that. �You go. I guess I�ll stay and dick around some,� he said
with a grin.
Jin left,
openly amused, and Hwoarang readily confiscated the shower.
--
They got
dressed in good moods, though a little quiet. Neither had anything in
particular to talk about, and a tentatively amicable silence was preferable to
excessive blabbering. The packing, which consisted of throwing two pairs of
pants in the backpack, induced a short round of teasing until they sunk into
silence again. They had returned to the bike after a bite to eat, and that was
the end of their city visit.
Here they
were now, going back to the hell house that had, of late, started working out
for them. The ride wasn�t any shorter than before and it, again, left Hwoarang
alone with his thoughts. He had jacked Jin off to a good morning. Once they had
cleared the city, Jin had wrapped his arms around his middle and kept them
there. All seemed well, but he couldn�t tell what Jin was thinking. He wasn�t
sure if Jin was satisfied with the outcome of their excursion, or if he was, to
an extent, playing along to humor him. He didn�t want to think that, but Jin
was hard to read, and he wasn�t sure.
Hwoarang
suddenly realized that the arms were no longer around wrapped around him.
Instead, their hold had loosened, and one hand had slipped to his upper thigh.
A moment later, the other followed suit and landed on his other thigh. Heat
radiated from Jin�s palms and seeped through his jeans and onto his skin.
Hwoarang gulped, but he wasn�t displeased. He was doing fine on concentrating
on the driving until Jin started rubbing his hands along his thighs, down and
up....
Hwoarang
groaned. Damn Kazama! He was sure he�d land them into a ditch, and the
next rest area didn�t come any too soon. Hwoarang pulled over and virtually
jumped off the bike. Jin, on the other hand, took his sweet time dismounting.
The man even dared quirk a brow at him as though in question, sporting an
expression meant as neutral and failing to convey anything but insincerity.
Hwoarang couldn�t tell which of them took the first step, but he found himself
kissing and embracing Jin with ardor that only Jin�s passion could match. Hands
brushing through the raven tresses as he held onto Jin�s head and confiscated
his mouth greedily, he felt like the worst kind of fool for his moment of
weakness.
They had to
come out for air sometime, and they did come apart short of breath. As Hwoarang
looked around, well aware of a hand brushing against his coat, he recognized
the place: it was the same spot where they had stopped on the way over. They
must have come a lot closer to the house than he had realized.
It was the
same spot, but the mood was completely different. Hwoarang felt oddly at peace
when he finally faced Jin, admiring the soft shine of his eyes. He brought the
tips of his fingers to Jin�s jaw, dipping his head for a kiss. When he had the
heart to pry his lips away, he found that the soft shine had diminished none.
Hwoarang closed his eyes; a wave of feeling good washed over him. He finally
found the words for the calmness: he was at peace with himself. Hwoarang opened
his eyes. He had no doubts.
Jin was
eyeing him sideways. Smiling faintly, Hwoarang inclined his head toward the
woods and touched Jin�s hand in passing. Jin�s eyes drifted closed, as he bowed
his head, and then his gaze returned back on Hwoarang, sharp and intelligent.
Together, they started for the woods.
--
Hwoarang felt
more disheveled than he looked. He would have combed his fingers though his
mane one more time if he hadn�t been afraid to disturb Jin, who was leaning on
him. He had been sure to preen his hair into shape before leaving, but despite
the bike ride and Jin�s lopsided assurance that he was fine, he still suspected
he had grass in his hair or growth sticking from his clothes. He sighed without
any real woe; if anything gave him away, it was looking like a fool.
They had
barely gotten off the driveway when he had already had Jin trapped against a
tree. The same incoordination had marked their entire progress to the shelter
of the woods and onto a grassy clearing where they had settled after a round of
wrestling and tackling. Jin�s grumbling hadn�t made a difference; he hadn�t
been able to stop smiling like an idiot and dipping down to steal quick
kisses--or reaching up for the same, when Jin had finally pinned him down and straddled
him into place with a look of satisfaction. That was, until he had gotten the
upper hand again. The best part of the encounter was, they hadn�t done much;
they had lain together, kissing and caressing each other quite chastely; the
clothes hadn�t come off at any point. Yet, it had felt like making love.
It was
finally Jin�s grumbling that his ass was getting cold that had sent him
laughing and allowed Jin�s celebratory escape from under him. The both of them
had still been giddy at the parking lot where they had tried to brush their
clothes clean. They had ended up laughing together helplessly.
�Oy.�
Hwoarang suddenly sharpened to attention and reluctantly gave up reminiscing.
He didn�t think that Jin had fallen asleep against his back, but they were on
the estate already, and he needed to alert the backseat passenger. Hwoarang
throttled down and felt Jin straighten at the back. With a meaningful brush to
his thighs, the hands left his body, and the balance of the bike shifted
slightly as Jin leaned back and supported himself on the handles.
They hadn�t
thought about a story in case someone had noticed that either one of them, or
both of them, had been absent. Luckily, the yard was empty as Hwoarang pulled
over and let Jin off. �You go ahead. I�ll take care of the bike and see you
later,� he said. His eyes locked with Jin�s for a moment.
�I�ll see
you,� Jin said, his voice resonant, and left with a lingering non-smile that
threatened to break Hwoarang into smiling for real. Once Jin was safely inside
the house, he started pushing the bike toward the excuse of a garage.
�Where were
you? Where are you coming from?� The voice that piped up belonged indelibly to
Ling Xiaoyu, who had materialized from somewhere to regard Hwoarang and his
bike with curiosity.
�Xiao-chan,
looking good!�
�Where did--
What?!� Xiaoyu gaped.
�What�s up,
beautiful?�
�I�m good.
Very good. Why are you smiling at me?� she said in a small voice. Was Hwoarang
drunk? Hollering greetings and calling her beautiful she could put down to
rudeness, but what was it with the smiling? Was he doing drugs?! Xiaoyu took
the only rational course of action: she scurried away, yelping the parting
words over her shoulder, �I have to go.�
Hwoarang
followed her escape with a raised brow until he resumed pushing the bike to the
shelter. �You are easy, girl,� he said sotto voce and chuckled. The old
Hwoarang would have snickered, but he was becoming mellow. Allowing himself a
quick smirk, he pushed the garage door open and went on to fix the bike into
its spot.
--
Hwoarang had
become absorbed in working on the bike; since he was out here, he had reasoned
he might as well do a few checks and work on the bike a little. He hadn�t
noticed the time passing until he found that he had company.
�Hi, Jin,� he
greeted and stepped back to inspect his handiwork. He wished he had better
tools, but he had definitely made improvements with the few available.
�They have
the new schedules out.�
�Oh, good,�
Hwoarang said. He snorted; he couldn�t wait to hear what catastrophes were laid
in their path this time. Three fights within three days, maybe? Something
better even, if the schedule-planners really tried? Then it hit him: something
was off. Jin sounded strained. His eyes shot up. �What is it?�
�It�s us.
We�re fighting.�
�What?�

Huge thanks
to Gypsie for the proofreading!
Published January 5, 2010.
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