Page 57 of Idol Prize
Min Jae frowned. “Oh. Did he–”
“No,” Andy interrupted. “He didn’t know why. But he confessed that this corridor was camera-free. So, I thought, maybe...” He trailed off, holding his hand out to Min Jae. “Do you trust me?”
Min Jae nodded without thinking. Because he didn’t have to think about his answer. He took Andy’s hand, warm in his grip, and smiled. “Completely.”
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Andy’s smilewidened a fraction as Min Jae took his hand, the illicit contact stoking the flames of his impromptu rebellion.Completely, Min Jae said. No questions about why Andy had brought him there or where Andy planned to take him. Min Jae trusted him completely.
“Good. Follow me.”
Andy tugged Min Jae’s hand as they continued up the corridor, stopping outside a second door. He couldn’t explain why he’d remembered it was there any more than why he thought any of what they were doing was a good idea. It was a terrible idea, in fact. But something about Director Choi’s brutal smackdown on Andy’s developing relationship with Min Jae had unlocked a sense of defiance in him that he’d rarely used but could no longer deny. Maybe his American sensibilities made it too hard for him to bend to his Korean reality. Maybe he’d stumbled upon something so new and good and totally unexpected that he was willing to defend it at the cost of his lifelong dreams. Maybe he was just horny. Most likely, it was all of the above.
Andy twisted the door handle beside him, pushing the door open to the single-person restroom that lay beyond it. Not the most romantic spot, especially compared to the rooftop with itsgrand, sweeping views of Seoul. But it was clean. And, most importantly, completely private. He pulled Min Jae inside and flipped the lock closed, sealing them off from the competition and Director Choi’s army of all-seeing eyes, leaving them alone in a bare, sterile space surrounded by white tile and the faint odor of pine-scented cleaning chemicals.
Andy pulled Min Jae close, wrapping his arm around Min Jae’s back to press their chests together. He leaned in, their noses almost touching, their breathing echoing off the tiled walls. “Can I kiss you?”
Min Jae answered by pressing his soft, full lips to Andy’s, pushing his tongue through just enough to tickle as it worked its way inside. Andy slipped his hands under Min Jae’s jacket and shirt, exploring the smooth skin stretched over toned, firm muscles. Andy gasped as Min Jae did the same, one hand working its way up to the space between his shoulder blades, the other slipping under his waistband, gentle and teasing. Andy pushed himself closer to Min Jae, his cock already throbbing with delicious anticipation.
Min Jae suddenly pulled away. “Wait,” he said, his breath heavy. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Andy chuckled. “I’m sure that the longer we wait here, the more likely it’ll be that we get caught.” He retrieved a hand from under Min Jae’s shirt to cup his chin, brushing a thumb along the crescent curve of his jaw. “And I’m sure that, right here, right now, in this moment, you’re the only thing that matters to me.”
Min Jae’s cheeks darkened as he shared a small, embarrassed smile. “Okay, I just wanted to be sure.” His hands were suddenly at the front of Andy’s pants, thumbs sliding under the waistband just enough to tug them down an inch or so. “Because I really want this.” He yanked Andy’s pants down, exposing his raging erection with a little bounce.
Andy moaned as Min Jae took him into his hand, his skin just cool enough to startle him. He quickly dropped his hand to MinJae’s waist, yanked his pants down, and found his cock. He gently squeezed it, making Min Jae groan. Then he let go, lifting his hand to spit a decent amount of saliva onto it, before grabbing Min Jae again, rubbing his slick palm onto Min Jae’s cock. He pressed his lips against Min Jae’s, swallowing his second groan as he began stroking. Min Jae soon matched him, stoking wave after wave of animal pleasure, each of them moaning through their kisses as they fell into a natural rhythm.
Maybe it was the long, stressful day. Maybe it was the doubly forbidden nature of their furtive, mutual rubbing. But Andy suddenly knew he only had seconds to avoid splattering his cum all over Min Jae’s pants. He quickly pulled away far enough to point himself to the side, raggedly groaning as he came all over the pristine tile floor. He paused long enough to catch his breath before resuming his half of their mutual equation. He’d only stroked twice more before Min Jae practically yanked himself from Andy’s grasp, stifling his orgasmic cries as best he could.
Andy and Min Jae stood there, hands on each other’s shoulders, pants draped around their ankles, panting from the unexpectedly welcome relief. After a moment, Andy began to chuckle, imagining the scene showing up on Director Choi’s pervy secret security footage.
“We should clean this up,” Andy suggested, stepping back and waddling over to the paper towel dispenser. “I don’t want to get ratted out by the cleaning crew.” He grabbed a few, handing a pair to Min Jae before using one to clean himself and another to wipe his mess from the floor.
“This was a good idea,” Min Jae offered as he bent to clean his own mess, his naked ass still hanging out for Andy to enjoy. “Even if it was incredibly reckless.”
Once he was satisfied that he’d cleaned himself enough to avoid any stains, Andy pulled his pants back up and tossed the paper towels into the bin. “Reckless, maybe. Necessary, for sure. Being your rival just makes me want to fuck you even more.”
Min Jae laughed, pulling up his pants before checking his appearance in the bathroom mirror. “I suppose it’s kind of our thing.”
“Speaking of,” Andy said as he moved beside Min Jae, combing his fingers through his still-perfect hair. “I saw you talking about me in the cafeteria. What did you say?”
Min Jae’s smile fell away, his brows furrowing. “How did you know I was talking about you?”
Andy laughed, as much at Min Jae’s paranoia as at the thought of him being psychic or having superhearing. Neither one sounded much like a superpower he’d ever want. “It’s not my first time being the center of attention,” he replied, softening the edges of his tone. “Everyone you were with kept glancing at me when they thought I wasn’t looking. So, seriously? What did you say? I’m not mad. Just curious.”
Min Jae sighed as he slowly nodded. “Fine. Just, you know, it’s not how I really feel. Right?” Andy nodded back. “Okay. I told them that your inflexible sentimentality is your biggest weakness.”
Andy laughed again. He couldn’t recall the last time someone had so precisely nailed one of his faults like that. It sounded like something his therapist would say, if he’d ever bother going to therapy. “Ouch. Way to twist the knife.”
Min Jae immediately held his hands up in mock surrender. “Like I said, it’s not real. It’s just the rivals act.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Andy slid behind Min Jae, wrapping his arms around his waist as he rested his head on Min Jae’s shoulder. “To be honest, it’s actually kind of true.” He softly kissed Min Jae’s cheek. “And it’s nowhere near as bad as what I said about you.”
Min Jae’s eyebrows shot right up. “Wait. What did you say about me?”
Andy chuckled as he released Min Jae and reached for thedoor lock. “But we should probably get back. They’re bound to have missed us by now.”
“No, seriously,” Min Jae pleaded as Andy stepped into the corridor. “What did you say?”
