Page 42 of Idol Lives
“Do it, hyung.”
Tae Hyun was sure anyone walking the halls heard Jason’s animal cry, but he was too transported to care. When Jason finished and Tae Hyun was filled, Jason collapsed onto him, still inside him. Jason’s ragged breath, loud in his ear, mirrored the heartbeat pounding on Tae Hyun’s chest. Tae Hyun hadn’t cum yet, but Jason’s weight atop him was warm and comforting.
“You’re turn,” Jason murmured.
“It’s okay, hyung. I’m–”
Jason quickly pushed himself up. “Oh, no. Don’t think for a second that I’ll leave you hanging. Flip over.”
Jason reached under Tae Hyun and helped him roll onto his back. Then he slid backward far enough to perch behind Tae Hyun’s still-hard cock, slick and glistening with precum. He hungrily licked his lips. “I want that load.”
Jason opened his mouth and swallowed Tae Hyun to the base. Tae Hyun bucked, writhing his hips until Jason firmly held them in place, pumping his head up and down until Tae Hyun could hardly stand it. Then Jason slipped a pair of fingers inside him, pressing on his prostate like a trigger.Tae Hyun exploded, filling Jason’s mouth as fiery ecstasy tore through him.
When Tae Hyun finally finished, Jason slowly pulled off, dragging his tongue along Tae Hyun’s cock to catch any cum he’d missed. He made a show of swallowing it before collapsing onto the bed. Tae Hyun lay sprawled beside him, his heart still pounding, the lingering echo of Jason’s touch still warming his skin.
“I can’t tell you how much I needed that, hyung.”
Flushed and sweating, Jason rolled to retrieve Tae Hyun’s discarded towel from the floor. He used it to gently wipe the sweat from Tae Hyun’s body. “I don’t think you have to. That was–” He trailed off, a wry smile playing on his lips. “–intense.”
Tae Hyun slowly nodded, the weight of the last few days settling back on him. And with it came the inevitable realization–the relief was temporary. The conversation he’d been dreading awaited.
“Hyung,” Tae Hyun began, barely above a whisper. A shadow crossed Jason’s face, mirroring Tae Hyun’s fear. Despite Jason’s reassurances, the doubt still lingered. It was time to clear the air, to face what they’d tried to escape for these precious, stolen moments.
Jason paused his careful cleaning as his eyes met Tae Hyun’s. Then he sat back on his heels. “Yeah,” he said, low and steady, “we should talk about it. So, what happened with Ren? I know it’s not what the blogs said.”
Tae Hyun took a deep breath, the pressure settling on his chest. “It wasn’t what they said at all. Ren and I just walked around Harajuku. We needed to get some air, some space.” He avoided Jason’s gaze, focusing on how the light filteredthrough the partially open curtains.
“Sure, I get that,” Jason reminded him, his tone calm and even. “I’m the last person to judge someone for taking off in the middle of something. But it’s not like you to do something like that.”
“Things were just–” Tae Hyun paused, fidgeting with the edge of the sheet. “They were tense. There were sound issues during rehearsal, so I didn’t actually miss anything.” He hesitated, something close to defiance rising within him. “And I wanted to do it. You know how much I’ve complained about losing all my friends. I thought it would be nice to spend time with another idol.” He quietly huffed. “There are things you don’t know, hyung. Things you wouldn’t understand about the industry.” It was a dangerous gamble, hinting at secrets without revealing them.
Jason’s brow furrowed. “Okay.”
Tae Hyun met his gaze. “We talked. Ren and I. We just talked. About everything and nothing. We just took a break from the pressure cooker.” He paused, wanting to say more, but held back out of fear and shame. “But it was nice to talk about it with someone who understands.”
Jason watched him intently, his eyes heavy with concern. “Okay.” Then his expression softened, and he reached out, gently squeezing Tae Hyun’s hand. “So, what aren’t you telling me?”
Tae Hyun frowned. “I–” He stopped, his gaze dropping back to the bed sheets. He twisted the fabric between his fingers, unable to get the words out.
“Look.” Jason slowly sighed. “I’m sorry. I can see how tight you’re wound up right now, and I know I should’ve been here for you.” He scoffed. “But no. I was stuck dealing with all theshit my dead father dumped on me instead. If I’d only been here–” He trailed off, angrily shaking his head. “Maybe none of this would’ve happened.”
Tae Hyun flinched. Jason’s assumption was so far from the truth, yet the guilt ate at him. It wasn’t Jason’s fault. “No. It’s not like that. It’s not your fault.”
“Then what is it?” Jason’s brow furrowed. “You can tell me. You know you can.”
Tae Hyun squeezed his eyes shut, the memory burning a fresh path of humiliation through his mind. When he finally met Jason’s gaze, the words tumbled out in a desperate rush. “Ren kissed me.” He swallowed a surprise burst of nausea. “It didn’t mean anything,” he quickly added, hearing the desperation in his voice. “That’s it. It was nothing.”
Jason’s face flushed a deep red, his pulse throbbing in his temple. “He what?!” The words exploded from Jason’s mouth. “He fucking kissed you?”
“I’m sorry, hyung!” Tae Hyun scrambled to sit up, his hands instinctively reaching for Jason’s arm. “It didn’t mean anything! I pushed him away as soon as he did it, and–”
“And you didn’t tell me?” Jason yanked his arm free of Tae Hyun’s grip, hurt twisting his face before hardening into anger. “Why wouldn’t you fucking tell me about that?”
“I wanted to,” Tae Hyun pleaded, guilt and anxiety coiling in his stomach. “I’d planned to. But you weren’t here, and this whole tabloid rumor came out of nowhere, and–”
“Oh, so now it is my fault?” Jason bitterly laughed. “You’re kinda giving me mixed messages here.”
“No, it’s not your fault!” Tae Hyun desperately cried. Fresh tears blurred his vision. “It’s my fault,” he sobbed. “I should’ve seen what was happening and stopped it. And I was afraid totell you because I knew you’d get mad and–”
