Page 5 of Idol Lives
Jason snorted with bitter amusement. “It never looked like this when I lived here. Now it’s like a museum exhibit for a dead celebrity.” He wandered to his bed and sat, patting the space beside him. “Come on, sit.”
Tae Hyun softly frowned. “Are you sure? There’s a lot of–”
“I’m sure,” Jason cut in, “that at least one of the Songs is guarding the stairwell. And all those assholes downstairs will be better off without me. Sit. Please.”
Tae Hyun dipped his chin as he edged closer to the bed. “As you wish, hyung.”
Jason grabbed Tae Hyun’s hand and yanked him onto the bed. “Don’t start with that,” he playfully growled, low and dark. “I’ve had enough people kissing my ass today.” Then he sighed and helped Tae Hyun sit up. “And I know this whole thing has to be as weird for you as it’s been for me,” he added, tight and simmering with barely contained tension.
“Maybe, yeah.” Tae Hyun brushed his bangs from his face and laid his hand on Jason’s thigh. “But I’m more worried about you, hyung.”
“Eh. I’ll be okay,” Jason flatly replied, entirely unconvincing.
Tae Hyun shook his head as he slid back far enough to reach Jason’s shoulders. He gently squeezed the taut-wire muscles, earning a low, quiet moan. “I know you’ll be okay. But I’d like to help you get there.” He squeezed again, harder than before. “You’ve been going nonstop since we got to Los Angeles. And I think this is the first time we’ve been alone together for more than five minutes.”
“I know. I’m sorry. And that feels fucking amazing.”
“Don’t be sorry. It’s hardly your fault.” Tae Hyun tapped Jason’s shoulder. “Now, take your jacket off and lay down so I can properly work on these.”
Jason nodded, quickly sliding off the bed to remove his jacket. “Should I take off my shirt, too?” He shared a sly grin. “I wouldn’t want to get it all wrinkled.”
“Really?” Tae Hyun pushed one eyebrow skyward, unable to resist the chance to turn the tables and tease his boyfriend. “At your parents’ funeral reception?”
Jason’s cheeks rapidly darkened as his grin fell into a frown. “Okay, yeah.” He softly rubbed the back of his head–his typicalapology-flirt move. “This probably isn’t–”
Tae Hyun jumped up and covered Jason’s mouth. He’d hardly been exaggerating when he complained that the pair hadn’t been alone together in days. Worse, it had been even longer since they’d last had sex. Propriety demanded they hold off on any bedroom antics and return to the reception. After all, they were officially in mourning. But, right then, Tae Hyun was too worked up and horny to give a shit about propriety. And he’d long ago gotten used to taking advantage of whatever fleeting moments of privacy he could manage.
“Stop. It’s perfectly fine, hyung. In fact–” Tae Hyun loosened Jason’s tie and pulled it off. “I’ll help.” He tossed the tie aside and started unbuttoning Jason’s shirt, stopping after three buttons. “I said I’d help. You can do it, too.”
Jason nodded, his fingers anxiously fumbling with his shirt buttons. “Are we really doing this here?”
“Giving you a back massage?” Tae Hyun nudged him toward the bed. “Yes. Now, on your stomach.”
Jason obeyed, landing with a muffled thump that barely disturbed the pristine linens. Tae Hyun’s gaze followed him, a flush of heat in his ears as he loosened his tie, the knot easily slipping free. His jacket came next, carelessly tossed aside. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing glimpses of tanned skin as it fell open, before rolling his sleeves up his forearms. Finally straddling Jason’s waist, he softly dragged his knuckles up the sides of Jason’s back before finding his grip on those tense shoulders. He dug his thumbs in deep, rewarded by a satisfied moan muted by Jason’s pillow.
“That’s better,” Tae Hyun muttered.
Jason’s moaning continued, growing louder and more urgent as Tae Hyun’s fingers kneaded deeper. As his touchlingered on Jason’s shoulder blades, the scent of his cologne–a mix of citrus and something warm and woodsy–filled Tae Hyun’s nose.
“Oh, shit,” Jason murmured. “That hurts so good. Don’t stop.”
Tae Hyun anxiously clucked his tongue. “You should’ve said something about your back. I knew you were stressed, but–”
“Less commentary and more rubbing, please.”
Tae Hyun swallowed his comeback. Jason needed his support, not his judgment. And he’d more than earned it, sacrificing nearly everything to follow Tae Hyun’s dream of a solo concert tour. So he pressed his fingers deeper, focusing on the knots of tension in Jason’s lower back. He was rewarded with a chorus of groans and a breathtaking view of Jason’s well-muscled back. A deep longing nearly overcame him as he envisioned giving Jason more than a simple massage. He closed his eyes as he worked the muscles, imagining himself ripping off his shirt and retracing his path back to Jason’s shoulders with his tongue. A rapid thickening in his crotch forced his eyes open, pushing his focus back on the scene that lay before him.
“I can feel that, you know?”
Too late. Tae Hyun played innocent. “Feel what?”
Jason chuckled. “Something pushing against my ass. Unless you’ve got another hand you’ve never told me about–”
Tae Hyun playfully smacked Jason’s ass. “You’ve never complained about my secret hand before.”
Jason laughed. “If you don’t stop rubbing it against me, I’ll have to make you stick it in me.”
“Hyung.” The room seemed to shrink, the air thickening with a silent electricity. A traitorous warmth bloomed inTae Hyun’s chest, warring with the voice of reason. Jason had hardly even spoken about losing his parents, his grief a hidden storm behind his polite smile. Was what he wanted even okay? “Roll over.”
