In Sight

‘If you were planning to steal my phone again,’ Yoon Su said to Youngjae, when he found him in his room, ‘maybe you could do me a favour first.’

Youngjae, slowly, put his hands in his pockets and turned back toward Yoon Su. ‘What are you talking about?’ he said. ‘Since when have I ever stolen from you?’

‘I just keep losing stuff,’ Yoon Su said, ‘and you keep finding it, right?’

Youngjae shrugged. ‘So what?’ He leaned against Yoon Su’s desk. ‘What sort of favour?’

‘You just need to stay there,’ Yoon Su said, ‘while I do something.’

‘What, and then you’ll give me your phone?’

‘Sure. If that’s what you want.’ Yoon Su looked around the room – looking for an angle the camera couldn’t catch, Youngjae thought.

‘Over there,’ he said, nodding his head toward the wall. Yoon Su looked at the spot he mentioned.

‘Right.’

‘What are you planning to do?’

‘I just need,’ Yoon Su said, ‘to get off.’ He walked over to the camera’s blind spot, and he pulled his cock out. Right in front of Youngjae.

‘What,’ Youngjae said. ‘Are you kidding me?’

Yoon Su held his free hand up in a stop sign. ‘Stay there,’ he said, rubbing his cock with small, fast strokes.

‘I don’t want to see you jerk it,’ Youngjae complained.

‘Well, you weren’t my first choice,’ Yoon Su said. ‘But it’s not like I could ask a girl to do this.’

Youngjae thought about walking out. It wasn’t exactly dignified, standing there while Yoon Su jerked himself off, for the sake of selling his phone for a few thousand won. Except that Yoon Su wasn’t just making a deal. He was making a threat: he knew what Youngjae had been doing. He could get him in a lot of trouble. And Youngjae didn’t need that.

He flicked his faze away, turning to examine Yoon Su’s desk. He laid his fingers against the woodgrain. Found his eyes sliding back to Yoon Su’s stiffening cock.

He swallowed, and looked away again. It was probably a bit too exciting, in its way.

‘I don’t have to actually pay attention, right?’ Youngjae said.

‘No, I just need you to keep him away,’ Yoon Su said. ‘Stop talking.’

Youngjae grunted. He picked up one of Yoon Su’s textbooks and flicked through it. He probably could have sold these too.

He could hear Yoon Su’s breathing grow more ragged. Why was he doing this? What did keep him away mean? Was he worried someone was going to walk in? But Yoon Su was closer to the door than Youngjae was. And he hadn’t told Youngjae to do anything, watch anything. He wasn’t even looking at Youngjae. His eyes were half-closed and his mouth was half-open, so that Youngjae could see the pink of his tongue.

Fuck.

He shouldn’t be turned on watching Yoon Su get off. He shouldn’t be watching. He should be thinking about differential equations, or something equally stolid and cerebral.

He looked back at the textbook, but the words wouldn’t come into focus.

It wasn’t like he was attracted to Yoon Su. Even if he was objectively hot. And had a nice cock. Which Youngjae could have gone his whole life without knowing, thank you very much.

Fuck. He sat down properly, with the book pulled over his lap. He could at least pretend he was reading it, his eyes tracing the lines without making sense of them, his ears tuned to the sound of Yoon Su’s breath, the sound his hand made striking his cock.

Youngjae bit down on his lip. Crossed his legs, catching his breath at the pressure of fabric against his stiffening cock. Fucking weirdo Angel and his fucking pervert ideas. And did he need to have so much stamina? If it were Youngjae, he would have come already. As soon as he could get out the room and away from Yoon Su, he would have to jerk off himself.

He glanced up. And now Yoon Su’s eyes were on him, and he smirked. Youngjae looked quickly away again, uncomfortable with how even that little eye contact made his cock twitch.

‘Hey, Jo Youngjae,’ Yoon Su said. His voice was rougher than usual. ‘Why don’t you come over here?’

Youngjae slammed the book shut, jumping to his feet. ‘Are you fucking mental?’

Yoon Su laughed, the sound darkened by his breath. ‘You just need to get on your knees,’ he said. ‘That’s all. Just get on your knees and stay there …’

Youngjae’s fingers went white holding the spine of the book, and the only thing that stopped him from launching himself at Yoon Su to beat some sense into him was his own fucking hard-on.

‘You’re wrong in the head,’ he said, his tone vicious, but Yoon Su didn’t react, just changed his grip and stroked himself harder.

Youngjae’s whole body went hot.

He was going to do something stupid. He was going to do something really stupid.

But Yoon Su’s breath caught short, and he spilled over his hand, and Youngjae couldn’t stop watching. Yoon Su rolled his hips a few times more, still staring back at Youngjae.

Then he stretched. Said, ‘Pass me a tissue, would you?’

Youngjae backed up against the desk again, and fumbled for the tissue box.

Yoon Su tucked himself away. Youngjae held the tissues out at arm’s length, and Yoon Su took the box off him. Wiped his hands clean. He seemed completely unaware of Youngjae’s distress. Like Youngjae was just a piece of the furniture.

But he’d been looking at Youngjae when he came, hadn’t he? He’d been looking right at him.

Youngjae swallowed. Still with Yoon Su’s textbook in hand – he’d say he was borrowing it; he just needed something to cover up his damn erection – he headed for the door.

‘Aren’t you forgetting something?’ Yoon Su said.

Youngjae froze. Slowly, he turned to face Yoon Su. For a moment, he couldn’t think what Yoon Su meant, although his cock was convinced it related to sex.

Yoon Su grabbed his phone from where he’d had it on the desk, and he held it up for Youngjae. In the same hand he’d just been wiping come off.

For a moment, Youngjae considered ignoring it. He wasn’t getting paid to watch Yoon Su masturbate. But if he wasn’t, then why the hell had he stayed?

He was stealing from Yoon Su, and now Yoon Su was blackmailing him.

He snatched the phone, and he left. Furious with himself, and furious at Yoon Su for putting him through that, and furious that it had gotten him turned on.

As soon as he got away, he shut himself in the bathroom. To jerk himself off. Alone. Not thinking about Yoon Su at all. Not thinking about anything else.

Anyone would have reacted the same way. And it wasn’t Yoon Su’s fault he was so fucked in the head. If anyone else had asked Youngjae for that …

Afterwards, he pulled the phone out his pocket. Put in Yoon Su’s passcode. Yoon Su hadn’t bothered to pick a new one.

He almost laughed. He would have felt better if he had just stolen it, but as Yoon Su was onto him …

Well, he’d set that aside. Best not to think about it too much, or he’d have to question himself. Why he hadn’t just left. Why he’d let Yoon Su speak to him that way.

It came to the same result anyway. Didn’t it?

He tried not to wonder.