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“No way!!” Jaehyun shouted so loud he made the woman passing by him jump and drop her grocery bag. “Oh no! Oh, I’m so sorry, here let me help you, I’m so sorry!” He kept mumbling apologies to her as he handed her bag back to her and bowed her away as she frowned at him.
Immediately wrenching his phone back out, he saved Daeho’s number with a reverence it definitely didn’t deserve and sent his first message, heart thumping. The urge to spam him after that first message, however, couldn’t be stopped and he ended up sending as many celebration gifs as he could find. He needed to make sure Daeho knew just how excited he was about this auspicious moment.
Work had never felt so fun. It was like every drab, normal, soul-sucking part of it suddenly had shiny new packaging. Jaehyun truly could not contain his smile, every time he tried to control his expression, it just popped out again leaving his customers breathless, unbeknownst to him.
One of his late night regulars made her way in and grabbed her usual four bottles of soju and two packs of ice cream. As he rang her up, he didn’t notice that he was humming to himself. Looking back up at her, he held out her bag, “Thanks again! Have a great evening!”
She slowly took the bag from his hand looking at him suspiciously. Instead of leaving right away like usual, a slow smirk started spreading across her face. “You’ve met someone, haven’t you?”
Jaehyun spluttered and blushed, “N-no, I- I’m just… talking to someone,” he finished lamely as he chuckled and hid his face with his hand.
“Mhmm and I didn’t just see three college kids walk out of here half blinded by the smile you flashed them. Spill, Lee. I’ve got all night and so do you.”
Rubbing the back of his neck feeling all kinds of bashful, Jaehyun groaned and gave in because he was actually dying to tell someone about this. He and Miss Jung had been on friendly terms ever since he’d chased away an annoying, drunk customer who just wouldn’t leave her alone.
After giving her all the details, while she ate her ice cream, Miss Jung threw back her head and laughed. “Oh honey, you can’t stop smiling like that because you got his number? Boy, you’ve got it bad! Are you the type to fall in love quickly? Because it seems like it’s already over for you.”
Groaning and pushing his stool onto its two back legs, Jaehyun let his head loll back until it thunked against the wall. “I know, okay? I’m pathetic. And you’re right, I do catch feelings really fast… it’s an issue.” Rubbing his eyes with his hands, he slowly dragged them down his face. “And it’s not like I’m ignorant about the risks of talking to someone online either, I promise I’m not that naive… it’s just… everything he says is just so freaking cute! I just can’t stop myself!”
Laughing again, Miss Jung’s short hair swished against her cheeks as she shook her head. “Well, good luck, lover boy, keep me updated because I love this kind of drama. I live for the tea as long as it doesn’t involve me.”
Chuckling Jaehyun waved her off as she left and flopped down onto the counter, head cushioned by his arms. The sudden darkness that met his eyes still held the echo of the fluorescents. He knew he was being dumb. More than likely, something would happen and they’d just fall out of touch with each other, or Daeho would suddenly give off all these red flags and Jaehyun would walk swiftly in the other direction.
It wasn’t even guaranteed that Daeho liked men, even though he’d never shown any disgust or resistance to Jaehyun’s flirting, that really didn’t mean anything considering how socially illiterate Daeho seemed to be.
And if, by some miracle they stayed in contact and Daeho did like men, Jaehyun might not even be his type! And what if he was? Would they start dating? But then that would be real and Jaehyun wasn’t sure he was actually ready to face a real relationship. His life was lonely, but he had his routine and he was peaceful and fairly happy… would it be worth it to introduce an element of chaos that had zero guarantee of success?
Groaning, Jaehyun decided he was done thinking for the night. All he knew right now was that he had a really bad crush on an online stranger and maybe he could let himself sit in the crush a little longer without overthinking things.
Several weeks passed with Jaehyun doing everything in his power to stop his brain from thinking about anything. So, naturally, it was all he could think about. Everything he saw he wanted to share with Daeho, the amount of pictures he’d taken in these past few weeks were more than the amount of pictures he’d taken in the past several years combined. And Daeho never disappointed.
Sure, his responses were a bit slow and often terse, but he never failed to respond. He would ask questions and make comments and Jaehyun was royally screwed. Miss Jung couldn’t stop laughing at him and Jaehyun was starting to think maybe he should’ve kept his damn mouth shut.
One evening, after one of his shifts, Jaehyun stumbled back into his apartment with his body buzzing. It didn’t happen often, but there were some nights where he just knew he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep right away. That night was one of those nights.
Grabbing a couple beers from his fridge, Jaehyun turned off all of the lights except his bedside table lamp. Getting comfy in bed, he put a towel under him and pulled up his favorite kind of porn. Plugging in his headphones, he made his way to his favorite voice actor, put on one of the newest scenarios they’d published and leaned back, sipping his beer with his eyes closed. This was his ritual every time his body felt this way, it was the only thing he’d found that helped.
For some reason, he’d never really liked watching porn, which his classmates always made fun of him for, but when he discovered there were people who created audio recordings of it, he was immediately hooked. His favorite voice actor had a really deep voice, but the little breathy noises they made when feeling good were surprisingly high and that contrast really did it for him.
The story this time was a longer one. The deep voice gently caressed him and in that moment, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about Daeho. Shaking his head as his face flushed, he tried to focus on the voice and the story, but once the thought had entered, there was no escaping it. Suddenly, it wasn’t just a deep voice pretending to experience a filthy scenario, it was Daeho and Jaehyun was the one touching him.
As the alcohol started to work its way through his system, he couldn’t help but squirm a little as his body started heating up to the sounds that were dripping through his headphones. He loved the strange feeling of relaxation mixed with rising tension as his arousal started to make his body tingle. The feelings were amplified even more this time as he imagined it was him feeling up Daeho’s thighs, getting him all worked up and shy.
His dick had been rock hard for some time, but Jaehyun loved waiting to see how long he could hold out before actually touching himself. It was such sweet torture as his hips twitched a little at a particularly desperate moan. The front of his boxers were damp and he flinched a little at the cold rush of air as he finally allowed himself to take them off, throwing them on the ground.
Jaehyun’s head was swimming a little as he ran his hands up to his chest, flicking his hard nipples lightly, twitching with a little gasp as the sensation zinged through him. It was beyond a turn on to imagine that he was touching Daeho and pulling these same reactions out of him.
Slowly he then ran his hands down his torso, lightly grazing them low across his stomach, running them back and forth in little motions, inching ever closer to his dick. His head arched back a little as he let his nails scratch a little harder through the stiff bristles that surrounded his cock. Still refusing to let himself feel the relief he so desperately wanted, Jaehyun let his fingers trail down even further, gently caressing his balls and massaging his taint. The deep ache caused by his movements made his hips rock involuntarily as he began to pant.
He couldn’t stand it anymore, would Daeho pant like that? Would his voice whine and plead for Jaehyun to please let him cum? As the little whines began to increase in pitch and desperation, Jaehyun finally grabbed his dick, holding it tightly for a second as he rode out the spasm of sensation. His cock had been weeping pre-cum for a while now and he bit his lip at the warm, wet sensation as he spread it around, swiping his thumb over the head. It was almost painful by now with how sensitive he was.
The Daeho in his imagination was on the edge, panting and desperate, so close to orgasm, he couldn’t stand it and Jaehyun could no longer stop himself. He began to pump his dick with fervor, hips twitching up to meet each desperate tug as his muscles began to shake from the tension. He couldn’t stop imagining Daeho under him, squirming, crying, begging, Jaehyun pumping in and out of him as he massaged Daeho’s hard little dick with his palm, telling him to just let go.
“Come for me, baby, come on, come on, ah-” Jaehyun couldn’t stop his unconscious whispers as he listened to the moans and gasps reach their crescendo, Jaehyun with them. He gasped as he felt his orgasm pulse through him, dick twitching as it released. His body was flooded with shivers and twitches as he came down off his high.
Gasping for air, the cooling sweat clung to his skin, making him shiver even as his body hummed with leftover heat. Jaehyun grinned as his thoughts swam. Wiping his hand off on the towel a little, he grabbed his phone and opened up the camera. Turning it to face him, he took a selfie in the dim light, his torso and the mess he’d made all over his stomach on full display. Taking the picture, he blearily made his way over to his texts and sent the picture to Daeho. Typing out a little message he barely hit send before his tired, drunk, relaxed body was pulled into sleep.
To Daeho: thinkig of yuu <3