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Vegas was amazingly both gaudy and glamorous– tacky and timeless– all at once. The kind of place built with escape in mind. So different did time move here compared to anywhere else Jay had ever been.

During the day, people wandered the streets in a haze. They’d walk with no clear motive from casino to casino, limping like they’d lost a leg instead of half their bank account. Some were lucky and sauntered around with their chin held high, wearing their newfound wealth around their necks, wrists, or waists. Or any space of bare skin they could flaunt it.

When night fell, the lights blurred bright. If you didn’t have a drink in your hand, and a body dancing beside you, were you really taking advantage of the night? That’s the mentality Jay latched onto at least. Drinking away the exhaustion of lengthy e-mail chains and dancing wildly until his feet ached instead of his ego. His pride having taken the brunt of the woes that came with entrepreneurship.

The past few months had been a whirlwind of stressful events he had to fight to attend. Kicking your feet off the ground with nothing but a twitter account with an amounted 800k+ followers sounds like a good start, but it was hard to be taken seriously when your platform was just some faceless glorified stan account.

Sure he had a blue checkmark, and sure he had some sponsors that’d pay him to post a link, but it wasn’t what he wanted. Wasn’t what the brand needed.

Jay would tweet constant updates of all the hottest celebrity news happening in the pop world, and he had the screen time to prove it. The account started as a bit between college friends in some musky dorm room freshman year, and now it’s this. A ticket to one of the hottest weeks in Las Vegas: Formula 1’s Las Vegas Grand Prix.

Now Jay didn’t know anything about motor racing but Riki, Jay’s journalistic partner (and roommate), has assured him numerous times all they need to do is take some good pictures of the drivers, tweet about the podium winners, then leave with a one-way ticket into sports reporting too. But in a funny, and slightly gay way.

The joke that PopStruck was run by two twinks in a basement wasn’t so far from the truth.

They worked out of their own, very above-ground, bedrooms.

With sports fans giving them additional likes and follows, that 800k might just bump to a million. Bigger always meant better. “Go big or go home, you know?” A philosophy to live and die by, Riki had said.

With their fan base growing more and more, maybe invitations to events like red carpets would finally start being sent their way without them having to fold down to the floor begging for it.

The Grand Prix. The million followers. The fame and glory. Yes, all would be achieved after this week.

Jay arrived early on Wednesday to check into their room, immediately closing the curtains on the ginormous emoji projected onto the Vegas Sphere. Riki would arrive first thing tomorrow morning, and with him his boyfriend Sunoo; their gateway drug, Kim Sunoo.

Flying more professional than he was, Sunoo was in business class seating sipping champagne as he traveled globally following around Ferrari: a pinnacle racing team, existing since the very beginning, with a reputation of prestige and a hell of a lot of aura. Not many wins this season though, Riki had mentioned once. He’d earned an elbow to the ribs and a glower from his boyfriend in response.

The team's fame and good reputation could obviously still afford sending their content manager and his boyfriend to Las Vegas with first-class seating though, so it must be all alright.

Jay couldn’t complain too much about his business arrangements this weekend though because he was still staying at some nice ass hotel, with a comfy ass bed, dancing at some flashy ass parties. And this was all before race-weekend even began. The Grand Prix itself took place late at night on Saturday, but three practice races plus qualifying made up the Thursday and Friday beforehand. From word of mouth he’d heard that Vegas came even more alive once all the drivers arrived with their thousands of fans following in strides.

Such a lively environment would mean a lot of distractions, but also a lot of possible stories.

“And this is your one-way ticket to shooting those ‘stories’ so don’t lose it.”

“Yes, sir.” Sunoo giggled as Jay saluted at him. The weight of the press pass hanging loosely around Jay’s neck felt something like victory already. He’d been crowned by Sunoo right here and now, given the key to this crazy Formula 1 city, with one million followers being just a couple of days away.

“Ok, so while you two are wandering around the paddock snapping pics, I will be with Ferrari in meetings and filming content so… we can meet up for lunch? Why don’t you two just meet me at Ferrari around one?”

“Sounds good, I’ll text you.” Riki gave Sunoo a kiss on the cheek and Jay could’ve sworn he slapped his ass too as he muttered a ‘love you’ before walking over and slinging an arm round Jay, waltzing them away.

The two found themselves moving from place-to-place following the steady stream of where the other journalists migrated around throughout the day. Riki made sure to attend some media stages whilst Jay took a pause to update PopStruck, even posting the first few F1 images of the day. Ferrari’s newly engaged Charles Leclerc and William’s Carlos Sainz were the first of the bunch Jay was able to manage clear head-on shots of.

He had to admit these driver guys were handsome– hot, even. Maybe Riki had a point that their fanbase would take like moths to a flame towards their Formula 1 coverage.

“I’m never wrong.” Riki was stuffing his face full with some finger sandwiches while Sunoo and Jay watched on in disgust. “The girls and gays are going to love some of these drivers, dude. Just wait until they get their hands on Red Bull.”

Jay was confused as to why their supporters would care for the sports drink but he wasn’t about to question Riki any further because the guy was right: he wasn’t wrong. The posts from today were reaching untapped audiences they’d never reached before and engagement was increasing on their non-F1 tweets as well.

“Three K up since this morning… I think that’s cause for celebration if I say-so myself!” Sunoo handed Jay a glass of champagne from the bottle they’d opened. “There’s a party happening tonight and I want you both to come.”

A networking event.

“It’s an open bar.”

Or, an invitation to get wasted.

Jay’d have been an idiot to decline such an offer. Taking the glass from his friend, he smiled and gulped down the sweet taste of victory the champagne signified. “Count me in.”

Sunoo giggled, “Oh you weren’t really getting the choice, but great! Now I’ve picked out some clothes I think will be acceptable.”

Jay’s had whirled at how quickly Sunoo drew from his space to grab at his iPad. Jay met the younger’s eyes to see him shrug and tip his own glass in the direction of his boyfriend tapping away. “He packed my bag. Basically held me at gunpoint to allow him to.”

That was surprising to be honest. Riki already dressed the best out of them three. His style may be a bit grunge, but it was expensive. Jay was seriously wondering what kind of crowd they were about to mingle with if they weren’t rocking with a bit of Chrome Hearts.

“You guys don’t understand, these people are rich rich. But like, old money kind-of rich and even though they have the money, they don’t have the style. Just, trust me. The clothes I have picked out for you both are sexy enough to make you look good, but not eccentric enough to make you stand out.”

“What if I want the attention?” Riki leveled Jay with an amused look at that, “Of course you do, hyung.”

Jay shrugged, chuckling a bit at his own comment while Sunoo just sighs as he slides the iPad in front of Jay. “I don’t know, hyung. Put on some makeup or something to make yourself extra pretty or something.”

That idea didn’t sound half bad. Jay was good at playing with a little bit of liner and some well-placed blush. Looking down at the picture Sunoo had pulled up, it was the vision of an outfit sprawled across Sunoo’s bedspread. Some Prada on some Ralph Lauren and, yeah, Jay understood what he meant now about the ‘old money’ look. “I like it.”

Sunoo’s whisker dimples appeared as he smiled charmingly, “You’ll look hot. Trust.”

And hot he felt. By nine the three were dressed and heading out the door into an Uber Black (like woah) towards Sunoo’s party of elites.

“This car is insane.” Compared to his own shitty camry that was almost as old as him, the Cadillac that picked them up was sleek and smooth on the road. If Jay was more of a car guy he’d probably know the exact make and model of the car, but all he could recognize was the logo brandished into the car’s grill.

“You should see the collection of cars these F1 drivers own, you’d be amazed.”

“I don’t know, it’s kind of hard to impress someone with cars who doesn’t know jack shit about them.”

“I think you’d just be amazed at the speed of them”

Riki chimed in, “And the price.”

Sunoo hummed and the three settled into relative silence as they watched the blurring lights of Las Vegas paint the night sky with stars of every color. Jay’d probably never get to experience Vegas in luxury again so he wanted to soak it up.

Party with these people like he belonged there. The goal was to dance and drink until he was confident enough to fake it. Confident enough to make it here. Manifestation at its finest.

“Let’s go.” Riki wrapped his arm around Sunoo’s waist as soon as they stepped out of the Cadillac and Jay felt his stomach twist a bit. Maybe drinking and dancing wasn’t the only thing this night could offer him.

Decked out in his expensive new clothes, Jay felt the part of the people around him. After downing a couple shots of something European he couldn’t pronounce, Jay moved onto the dance floor and found himself drifting beside his friends until some girl sidled up to him in a slinky red slip dress. The material was obviously expensive and Jay found his hands wandering to her sides. She leaned into his touch and in seconds they were dancing so closely together Jay was getting a little warm a lot fast.

The longer he let the girl grind up on him the worse he felt. After the fifth song dancing with her, he whispered an apology into her ear and slipped away to the bar. “Can I have a water?” The bartender nodded and passed Jay some icy reprieve.

“You came to an open bar and got water?” Jay turns towards the voice and only registers the question was said in Korean when he locks onto the speaker’s face. A very handsome, very sexy face. “Uh, um yeah? Hydration is important. Gotta oil the machine.”

What?

Why did he say that?

The guy’s lips quirk up at the corners and he raises a brow. Jay watches as his eyes track down his body.

“Y’know… I’ve been told I’m pretty good at handling machines.” That made Jay laugh. It was stupid, but there was something so charming about this guy. Jay bet it was his eyes. There was something pure and sweet about them despite the boldness of his words.

“Have you? What kind?” The guy looked off to the side, blowing a raspberry as he faked deep thought at Jay’s question.

“Cars, for one. I know how to steer a smooth ride. I also can play a few instruments so I’m pretty good with my fingers.”

He was being so obvious, but truthfully Jay was happy with the forwardness. It meant sooner rather than later Jay could take him for a ride.

Jay hummed and quirked his head to the side, stepping closer to the man. At this point he’d turned his whole body towards Jay and spread his thighs wider. Jay shimmied between them, innocence still playing on his face. “Instruments, huh? I’ve been told I make even prettier noises.”

The guy laughed. His ears were flushed red and lights danced in his eyes, but they weren’t glazed over like Jay expected them to be.

“Oh, really? I don’t believe you.”

Gosh, Jay was starting to feel needy. But he’ll play along.

For foreplay’s sake.

“That’s a shame. I was thinking we could get out of here so I could sing for you but…”

“Sing? I like the sound of that.” Right.

“You will.”

The guy stood up and the space between them shrank until there was nothing left. Jay had to angle his head back and look up to lock eyes with the guy. Hungry eyes.

Honestly the dude was so hot Jay’d let him eat him alive.

“Tell me more about what I’ll like.”
“My waist, my hips, my thighs,” Jay was listing things off in a nonchalant way, remembering everything he’d been given compliments on by partners and friends alike, “My ass, more certainly.”

The guy laughed again, and it was tender. Deep but soft and somewhat breathless. It made Jay shiver.

How could they be talking so dirty so casually? Their conversation was like the click of two compatible magnets snapping into each other's space. Meant to be.

“Who are you? I need to put a name to this face.”

“Is it a nice face?”

“Might just be the nicest face I’ve ever seen.”

Blushing, Jay felt himself go blank at that. This guy was really laying it on thick, and usually that’d peeve Jay off. He wasn’t much one for compliments, especially some so surface level and shallow. But there was something in the way the guy spoke, and the smile stitched onto his face, where everything he said felt real… felt sincere.

“Jay.”

“Jay? Is that your name? Jay?”

“Don’t wear it out…save that for the bedroom.” Jay placed his hands on the center of the man’s chest and liked what he felt. Sturdy but still soft. The guy’s neck stood out to him, though. It was thick where the rest of him wasn’t– like it was the only thing he prioritized in the gym. Maybe he’d ask him about his workout routine after he got a test drive of the guy’s stamina.

“The bedroom already.” He was teasing. “Don’t you want to know my name before you get into my car?”

The guy’s hands were holding Jay’s wrists in place now. If he focused hard enough he could probably feel the heartbeat beneath his fingertips, but the music of the club was so loud it was too much to even think.

Think about how crazy this was. How quickly they were moving. Flirting, and more flirting. Only flirting.

But Jay liked it. Jay liked this mystery man.

“What’s your name?”

“Heeseung.”

“Oh, a Korean name? Are you not from the U.S.?”

Heeseung drew Jay’s hands down his chest and held onto them as they fell between the two’s bodies. “No, not at all. Born and raised right outside of Seoul, you?”

“Born and raised American.”

“You’re from Las Vegas?” Jay shook his head ‘no’ at the question.

“Seattle, Washington. Do you live in Vegas?” At that it was Heeseung’s turn to shake his head, but he laughed. It was almost a disbelieving noise which left Jay a bit confused. What was so weird about that question?

“No, no. I live in Monaco currently, I’m just here for work.” Fuck ass Monaco? This dude must be loaded!

“You’re really interesting, Heeseung.”

He laughed some more and Jay felt the grip on his hands loosen until Heeseung’s hold began to snake around his waist. “And I am really interested in you.” A squeeze.

The breath between them was heavy and Jay was just about ready to collapse with how long he’s been standing here needy. Hot and ready to go.

“Let’s get out of here?”

Heeseung licked his lips, “I was just about to suggest that.” Swiftly, he led Jay through the bodies of people and Jay noticed it then. The eyes and how they followed them. More specifically, the eyes in shining awe at Heeseung and irksome curiosity following Jay. A few people shouted Heeseung’s name, patting him on the shoulder or trying to cusp his hand in greeting. All they got in response were assured nods and easy smiles, mutterings of promises to catch up some other time.

What Jay didn’t pick up on was the noise of camera shutters snapping away.

Outside, the late autumn winds were pleasant against his warmed skin. He let his eyes follow the bright city lights before he was being pulled towards a car that’d just pulled up. Bright red and sleek; perfectly cared for and clean. Weirdly, the car appeared to only have two seats. Just as Jay was about to speak up and voice his concerns aloud the driver stepped out, throwing Jay’s date the keys. Heeseung caught them with grace.

Jay looked from him to the car, realizing in real time that this car wasn’t some Uber Black order Heeseung had made, but the guy's personal car. On closer inspection this car was a fucking Ferrari.

The bright red should’ve given it away but now that Jay’s locked in he’s eyeing the logo engraved onto the red: a black horse rearing against a yellow background. It’s the symbol sewn into all of Sunoo’s work uniforms.

Gosh, this guy was loaded! How the hell did Jay manage to get the attention of someone with all of this?

He spluttered, running a tentative hand along the top of the car before he had to take a few steps back as the side doors began to open upwards, like wings. “Woah.”

“Sick, right?” Heeseung’s smile was all teeth and his eyes were wide and excited. Jay got the feeling that if asked, Heeseung could talk about this car for hours. He responded, “Very. It’s…wow. I’ve never been in a sports car before. How fast does it go?”

“Fast enough.”

Jay made a noise somewhere between shocked and a laugh. “Get on in, babe.”

Heeseung was smiling at him, wiggling his brows, urging Jay into the passenger seat. And who was Jay to say no to that?

Babe.

If he wasn’t sitting down his knees would’ve definitely gone weak. Heeseung could’ve caught him though… one glance at his lean muscles told him. The guy might be outwardly plain lanky, but the pronunciation of the veins running down his arms and to his hands bulged as he flexed.

Jay couldn’t wait to have those arms holding him down. Those hands running along him. Fingers slipping inside.

Any hole would do.

Heeseung must’ve caught Jay staring at the motions of him putting the car into gear, because once he’s hit the gas his hand is warming Jay’s thigh to a temperature that alone could fog up this car.

“Are you here for the Formula 1 race by any chance?”

Jay startled out of his daze and hesitated with his answer. Would it be lame to just come out and say what exactly he does for a living?

Or, this guy could possibly think it's neat. Support him and start liking his tweets.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m not really a fan though? Kind’ve just now getting into it.”

“Oh? Why are you at the race then?”

“Work. I co-run a pop-culture news account with a friend. It’s actually gotten big enough to warrant us press passes which is really…it’s really a dream come true. To be invited to a big event. I mean we had help from a friend but…” Jay was saying more than was probably necessary, but when he turned his body towards the touch he felt, Heeseung would catch his gaze, nod along and hum. Something in those doe-eyes made him look genuinely intrigued.

“Who’s the friend?”

“Oh, well he’s on the media team for Ferrari. He makes content for the fans.”

Heeseung hummed again. “Ferrari– are they your favorite team?” There was something really intense about his gaze when Jay met it.

“Sure, I don’t know. I don’t know enough about every team to really make a choice, but they’re pretty good, I guess.” He laughed awkwardly and Heeseung squeezed his thigh before sliding it ever higher.

“I bet by the end of tonight I can convince you otherwise.”

Jay huffed out a laugh and rolled his eyes. “Oh really?”

“You’ll be leaving my place wearing Red Bull merch, trust me.”

The car stopped with an easy slide, Jay hadn’t even registered it wasn’t moving anymore. “And is this your place?”

Heeseung laughed and turned the car off, hurrying to unbuckle his seat and hop out. “This weekend it is.”

After walking to Jay’s side of the car and helping him out of the car, Heeseung leads him through a lobby more lavish than Jay’s own nice ass hotel’s, up the elevator and to a fucking suite room on the top floor.

Top. Floor.

One wall was completely made up of floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the intense rainbow of lights that is Las Vegas and its bustling streets. There was a pool there on the balcony, and Jay could just tell that the bed would be a dream for his back.

Especially after whatever Heeseung had in store for him.

“This view is insane. You could watch the race from up here.”

“Ah, true. But you’d miss seeing where most of the fun on track takes place.” Heeseung walked up behind Jay, sliding his hands onto his waist and atop his stomach. Heat coiled deep beneath his skin. Heeseung was shirtless and Jay froze for a moment before melting into the backhug.

This damn city distracted him from his front-row seat view of seeing Heeseung strip. “Want to get in the pool? It’s heated.” Jay nodded dumbly and felt Heeseung’s nose press behind his ear and down his neck before he was tugging at the hem of his shirt.
Ralph Lauren tossed to the floor. Prada displaced somewhere uncaringly by the poolside… oh how Sunoo would kill him.

But if Sunoo could see Heeseung like this. Hair wet, abs toned— water defining them in all the right places, Sunoo would understand. And he splashed Jay teasingly before scooping him up over his shoulder, Jay laughing hysterically at his antics. They both ended up under water and Jay got back at him by coming for his ankles.

They’d both giggled so hard Jay believed he was making some abs of his own.

“You’re so pretty like this.” Jay didn’t blush often. He’d had plenty of one-night-stands and none of them ever made him feel this giddy. They hadn’t even kissed yet and it’d been around two hours now since they’d met at that party.

This was the slowest hookup he’d had yet. He was gonna change that.

Jay swam a bit closer to where Heeseung was sitting on the ledge, and pushes his knees apart. Heeseung was watching him so carefully Jay wanted to see that hungry look from earlier reappear. “I’ll look prettier after you kiss me.”

Heeseung let out a low laugh, picking up on the memo, bringing his hands to Jay’s cheeks and slotting their lips together.

It was expected, how the first kiss went. Feeling each other out and adjusting to the sharing of air. Jay knew after only five seconds he was ready to introduce tongue and swap spit.

Opening his mouth in a silent offering, Heeseung groaned and in a matter of moments they were licking into each other, busy trying to taste as much as they possibly could.

It was a matter of savoring the moment for Jay. He knew that maybe, possibly, he would see this guy again after today. They were in Vegas for what he’s assuming were similar reasons. Why else would the guy bring up the F1 race?

But when Sunday’s come and gone he’ll just be the guy Jay will have to think back on. A wild night in sin city, and nothing more. It was something sad that future Jay would get to mourn over but right now, Jay was more concerned with the growing hardness he felt above his own stiffening dick.

“Want to take this inside?” Heeseung tilts his head back, and Jay sees it. That look he wanted on him.

Heeseung was ravenous.

Jay sits himself on the bed, right smack-dab in the middle of the hotel’s fluffy white sheets, letting them cover his most intimate parts. The droplets of pool water still sliding down his skin dampened the sheets underneath him. Heeseung threw a towel over his head and snaked it around his neck, and now it was the only thing he wore as he sauntered towards Jay’s waiting body.

Jay let his legs spread and the sheets covering him fall. Breathes caught in the silence, hearts beating loud.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

Jay sits himself on the bed, right smack-dab in the middle of the hotel’s fluffy white sheets, letting them cover his most intimate parts. The droplets of pool water still sliding down his skin dampened the sheets underneath him. Heeseung threw a towel over his head and snaked it around his neck, and now it was the only thing he wore as he sauntered towards Jay’s waiting body.

Jay let his legs spread and the sheets covering him fall. Breathes caught in the silence, hearts beating loud.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

Heeseung crawled up onto the bed, placing himself right in between Jay’s knees before leaning in. The mattress dipped with the extra weight and Jay felt the adrenaline inside him bubble under his skin. He felt stone cold sober now as heated breaths ghosted over his collarbone. He was completely caged in now– a more muscular, broader body atop his own.

Jay felt small, trapped… and like he wasn’t being touched nearly enough.

Enough was enough. Reaching up with both hands to grab onto the towel dangling from Heeseung’s nape, Jay brings him down into another wet kiss, feeling Heeseung finally grind down– the feeling of his hardened length pressing skin-to-skin with Jay’s. It made both of their breaths catch, and Jay felt Heeseung smile against his lips before grinding down again and again. Teasing.

When all Jay wanted was his fingers either on his dick, or in his ass, this man was playing with him. Dry humping when he was scarily needy. The friction making him dizzy.

Lifting his legs up, he crossed them behind Heeseung’s back, hoping the other would get the message.

Heeseung let out a small chuckle before uncaging himself to instead work Jay open.

The sudden pain of Heeseung’s fingers stretching him and reaching deeper every few moments made his eyes widen. The touch gentle but heavy with intent– careful. Jay wondered how many times Heeseung has done this with. How many guys has he fucked in hotel rooms just like this one. He imagined a lot based on the guy’s looks and sweet talking abilities alone.

He hadn’t gotten this far all week with the people he’d flirted with, and hadn’t had the chance to properly prep himself for anal.

Heeseung was good though… considerate. Jay could pick up the restlessness between them but he wasn’t gonna make this painful for Jay. It made him smile even as a tear began to stream down from his eyes.

God, prep was embarrassing. The reactions his body was having to the fingers massaging his hole made him want to hide away. Shy like a virgin.

“Are you ok? I’m almost done.”

“I’m ok. I think…” he released a shaky breath, “I think you should just– Just I need you. All– all of you.” Heeseung must’ve laced his kisses with something because the level of need coursing through his system was more than he could survive. “Now.”

“Of course.”

Heeseung steadied himself as the tip went in, and then he was steadying Jay– hands on his hips, rubbing circles into the pinkening skin. The more of him that sunk in, the farther Jay’s legs hiked up until they were practically slung over Heeseung’s shoulders.

The stretch was a pleasant burn that ripped a loud moan straight from the depths of Jay’s soul. Why was every noise coming out of his mouth so high-pitched?

When he tried to hide his face in the pillows and his arms that were extended above his head, Heeseung would just draw him into a wet kiss. “Eyes on me, babe. I want to see you. I want to hear you.”

All Jay could manage was a tearful nod before Heeseung hit his prostate in one swift motion, making Jay cry out a plethora of colorful words twinged with gasps.

“You’re so tight. Feels so good.” Heeseung groaned and Jay felt himself tense a bit as Heeseung pulled back, just to quickly thrust back inside. It was pure instinct for Jay to dig his nails into the other’s back, grasping for any kind of way to transfer the pain away.

“Oh, fuck me!”

“Harder?”

“Yes, yes!”

The hurt was starting to feel really really good the hotter the friction between them burned. Jay was obsessed with every plain of Heeseung he could see– sweat traveling from his nape to his collarbone, gliding along a bulging vein.

If Jay was a vampire he doesn’t think he’d be able to resist planting his fangs right into the expanse of bare skin hovering above him. Luckily, he wasn’t, so he decided to simply card through Heeseung’s hair. With a tug that was a lot harsher than Jay meant it to be, Heeseung’s lips were back slotting against Jay’s, devouring him.

Heeseung was acting like a starved man. Just gay and greedy.

The thought made Jay wonder how easy it would be to coax Heeseung into eating him out. If he asked, he’s sure he’d be met with vigorous nodding and strong arms flipping his body around for better access.

Lost in the thought, Jay nearly missed the progression of the sex itself until a tight coil seemed to spring beneath his skin as Heeseung grasped his dick. “Heeseung!”

“Say my name again.”

“Heeseung! Fuck– it feels so good, Hee…”

A couple more thrusts and Jay was gone. The sensation of hands that seemed to know exactly how to work Jay’s body plus the pressing of Heeseung onto his prostate had him moan wildly. Their eyes locked as Heeseung’s hand continued pumping him perfectly to completion. After Jay came onto his stomach, so did Heeseung. In the immediate aftermath Heeseung fell beside Jay, his dick sliding out with him.

“You were perfect.”

“You too, that was the best I’ve had in a while, to be honest.”

Jay sat up a bit more on the pillows, and Heeseung snuck his head into the crook of Jay’s neck. The small breaths he released on his skin were ticklish. “I’m honored.” Jay felt him leave kittenish licks atop his birthmark in between his sentences. “You were my first in a while, so I could say the same. I don’t do this that often, but I’m glad I did tonight.”

That was interesting. A guy this hot? With these clothes, that car, and his charisma?

“How?” Heeseung barked a laugh at that, sending Jay into a scramble. “I mean why! Sorry, not how– I mean why! I find it so hard to believe you don’t do one-night-stands often, you're like, the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. So it’s obviously not a lack of possible lays…”

“Haha, no you’re right. It’s my job. My line of work doesn’t really give me a lot of opportunities to be uh… reckless.”

Jay hummed, mind whirling. This guy just got more and more mysterious the more he got to know him, which was odd. But, Jay knows not to pry– not with these one night stands. It’d be best not to get too attached. Plus, they were careful.

Jay would only freak out if the guy slid an NDA towards him in the morning.

Speaking of… “Do you, uh, want me to go?”

Heeseung shot up, bambi-like eyes wide in shock at the request.

“No! No, not unless you want? Here,” He stood and Jay couldn’t help but take in all of that toned statuesque figure. “Let me clean us up.”

In the midst of wiping Jay’s stomach he pressed chaste kisses to Jay’s skin, asking him to spend the night. “Leave in the morning. It’s late and I'd feel better if you stayed here.”

Easily enough, Jay found himself agreeing. “Sure. Want to go for round two?”

It was Heeseung’s turn to blush, and Jay found he really liked the sight.

“I’d love to.”

Jay watched Heeseung’s retreating back as he went to go pour them two glasses of wine in the kitchenette, and thought he’d get a head start. Touching himself, one hand wandered to his dick, letting himself harden again from excitement at the prospect alone of Heeseung going a bit harder. A lot rougher.

His ass could take it now, he was already loose.

The other hand he let wander along himself. Leaving a path of chills in its wake, he ended up teasing his right nipple. Gasping and panting from the sensation, he was fully erect when Heeseung found him.
“Fuck.”

Heeseung set the glasses down on the complimentary desk every hotel room has, and sat himself down in a chair across from the bed. “Keep going Jay, just like that babe.”

Both of them were touching themselves, locked eyes across the room. Jay’s legs were twitching in anticipation. The touch he wanted– no, needed, was right there and not on him. “Ugh!” Jay moved his hand lower, teasing his hole.

If Heeseung was just going to sit and watch– if he was gonna be stuck in this mutual masturbation thing– then Jay was going to give him a show.

A performance he won’t want to miss. A movie he’ll want to star in himself, even.

“Fuuuuuck.” Jay hooked a finger inside himself, searching for that sweet spot. Maybe if he struggled enough to get himself off Heeseung would take pity on him and take his frustrations away.

“Put a second finger in. Go on.” A chill ran down Jay’s back. Heeseung’s tone was so intense, and a little teasing. The guy was smirking too, rubbing himself like he could care less. Almost like the motions of it were boring him, and the sight of Jay alone would take him over the edge.

“Ok.” Following his orders Jay added another digit inside himself. It felt good to be stretched again, but it’d feel even better if something longer and wider was the one doing it.

“Don’t come. Not until I fuck you.”

“Then fuck me!”

“Not with that attitude.”

That fucking teasing tone was really starting to get on Jay’s nerves. “Can I at least have a sip of my wine? I need to relax now you’ve got me all tense again.”

Heeseung chuckled at his antics, “Alright, alright.”

When Jay brought it to his lips, he drank it mad. He let it slide from out and down the corner of his mouth. The feeling of it running down his neck as he chugged it was satisfyingly messy.

He wanted Heeseung to clean him up. “Oops.”

With a huff Heeseung stood and that amused look was ever present. “Do you need me to go grab you another towel?”

“No, no. Your tongue should do.”

The air conditioner must’ve been on because Jay kept shivering, but his dick was flushed and his cheeks were warm. It was a very conflicting feeling. When Heeseung finally joined him on the bed he was like a blanket hovering and caging Jay in.

His tongue was hot and slick, and it licked him from chin to collarbone, past the wine spill and onto the spray of tanned neck. Jay flinched when the sucking became biting. When the first wave of shock at the feeling went away, Jay thought about complaining. It would really be such a pain to cover up these markings in the Nevada heat, but the thought quickly drifted away when another bite hurt so good it had him sighing in complacency.

It was bites everywhere he could manage to get his mouth on, and the whole time Jay’s dick was left unattended, weeping precum. Yet his man was taking his time, sucking now on the nipple he had teased earlier and running his big hands up and down his sides.

Heeseung’s hair was a nice honey blond shade, and it obviously wasn’t natural but Jay thought it suited him really well. He ran his fingers through the strands and tugged Heeseung’s head back from his chest, cupping his chin.

“I want you in me. Right now. Please, Hee.”

“On your hands and knees.” Heeseung’s gaze left no room for questions, so Jay didn’t ask anything and made no complaints as he flipped over and let his back arch, ass up.

And Heeseung fucked him again, filling up another condom before taking Jay to the bathroom to clean him again. In the mirror Jay noticed the markings on his neck, his chest, his hips, his thighs. This would definitely be a problem for his morning self to deal with. Internally categorizing which of his clothes are both breathable enough he can survive the heat, but modest enough he won’t have questions sprang on him left and right from Riki or Sunoo.

Oh, shit.

Sunoo and Riki.

Heeseung must’ve noticed the full-body cringe of uh-oh that shook through Jay because he stopped fussing over. “What’s wrong? Are you ok?” Jay nodded, face suddenly a caricature of guilt.

“I forgot to let the people I went to the party with that I left. They might think I’m dead.”

Jay could almost laugh at the way Heeseung’s eyes comically widen, looking just as guilty despite doing nothing wrong. “Where’s your phone? I can get it for you while you freshen up.”

“I think I just set it on the table by the couch?” Heeseung nodded and left the room while Jay pushed himself off the bathroom counter to wash his face. In less than a minute his phone was handed to him and a lovely two missed calls and fourteen texts in their group chat greeted him. Luckily, the two mainly seemed to have agreed he left on his volition to have a one-night stand. And they were right, but Jay felt a bit affronted on how easily the two presumed him safe.

What if Heeseung had been a serial killer? What if Jay’s body was rotting somewhere along the Las Vegas strip to be discovered in the morning? What then?

With a huff he emerges from the bathroom in a fluffy robe courtesy of the hotel to find Heeseung in the kitchenette with steam floating around him and a pot of something simmering on the stove. “What’cha cooking? Smells good.” And it really did. Definitely just ramen, but Jay could smell the egg and that was something so simple he’d been missing from the recent bowls he’s made himself.

“Little late night snack. Just some ramen, my special recipe.” Jay hummed in response and curled himself around Heeseung as he stirred the noodles a bit. He thought once again of the upcoming busy weekend and how he may never see this guy again, and melted a bit against the skin he was pressed against.

It was domestic, and safe. Jay fished out his phone from the robe’s pockets and took a picture of his face smushed against Heeseung’s muscular back and sent it to the group chat.

In the morning he’d have hell to pay from Sunoo and Riki, but they could wait. Right now, food and sleep was calling Jay’s name.

Jay woke up from the alarm he’d set the day before, sitting up groggily to find Heeseung’s side of the bed rumpled. In his early-morning confusion Jay almost thought he’d been ditched, as most hook-ups end for him, but he was in fact in Heeseung’s hotel room. A noise made Jay freeze as he realized Heeseung was in the bathroom and had just finished showering.

Without much else to do Jay spent the time it took Heeseung to do whatever his morning routine entailed to pour himself a glass of water and raid the hotel fridge. Heeseung wouldn’t mind paying for the granola bar and nuts he was stuffing his face with.

“Bathroom’s all yours!”

Jay waddled to the bathroom stiff from sleep and last night’s activities. He admired Heeseung’s chest and his lean figure being showered with water droplets from his hair before moving past him to take care of himself.

He liked how casual it was with Heeseung. Normally after these kinds of endeavors Jay’d feel uncomfortable afterwards and the awkwardness would send him high-tailing out the door in the middle of the night, careful to not make a peep. This night though, he slept soundly without so much as moving it seemed.

Curled like a cat basking in the sun, with Heeseung’s arms around him.

He was still curled into the sheets when he awoke, but with the warmth of the sun actually heating him instead of Heeseung’s body heat.

After going through the normal motions of waking himself up, he was happy to find only one marking was majorly visible. It was close enough to his hairline he could maybe play it off as a burn from his curling iron– He’d just have to convince Sunoo to actually curl his hair.

When he came out of the bathroom the bed was made and Heeseung was sitting on it, phone in hand. “I can order you some room service if you want? I have to get going for some work stuff but here,” he motioned to a hoodie laid out beside him, “Wear this. Your shirt has a stain on it and this is really breathable athletic-wear so, trust me, you won’t overheat. Just maybe wear shorts.”

“Oh, I couldn’t. I don’t know how I’d get it back to you?” Jay already had slept in a spare pair of Heeseung’s boxers and felt bad enough for that. A whole ass hoodie? That was too much trust in someone who you barely know.

“I can give you my number and we can work out a place where you can give it back to me?”

Now that was an idea. A really good one.

There was something so magnetic about Heeseung, and if this was an invitation to get to know him more, Jay would gladly accept. Even if it was just for the hoodie. Why else would Heeseung even offer his hoodie if not to have an excuse to get it back and gain Jay’s number?

Right…right. He was a genius. Heeseung was in love with him.

With his eyes smiling just as much as his lips, Jay nodded and handed his phone over with the contact app pulled up.

He left the luxury hotel with the clothes Sunoo bought for him stuffed into a random bag Heeseung had, with his date’s hoodie hanging snugly on his shoulders but falling past his hips. The sun was too bright and he fumbled blindly towards the Uber Black Heeseung had called for him.

Jay watched tourists walk the sidewalks, taking in the sights of the Vegas strip. One family really caught his attention when he recognized their shirts all had a similar design to the one sewn across his chest. The words read ‘Oracle Red Bull Racing’ and true to form, the Red Bull energy drink logo was present against the blue hoodie’s soft material.

The concept of someone as luxurious as Heeseung having merchandise for a fucking energy drink makes him giggle. The Uber driver peers at him curiously from the rearview mirror and Jay tries to hide his laugh as it intensifies. What a night! What a morning!

Jay gets into his hotel room without any fuss. That is, until Kim Sunoo and Nishimura Riki burst through his door. He perks up, “Oh Sunoo! Would you be down to curl my hair a bit?”

Sunoo’s brows arch so far up his forehead it makes Jay’s giggles resurge. Riki looks absolutely floored, but amusement plays at his lips as he fights a smile.

“Do you want to tell us why you were seen with Lee-fucking-Heeseung last night?!” Sunoo was suddenly right up in his face and it made Jay whirl a bit. How the hell did he know he was with Heeseung? How does he even know who Heeseung is?

“What?” Jay didn’t feel hungover when he woke up but he must’ve been delusional because he’s feeling really woozy right now. A migraine was already beginning to pulse behind his eyes.

Riki fished out his phone from his back-pocket, typing something quickly before pushing Sunoo’s head aside so Jay was face-to-face with a post of… their own?

“Oracle Red Bull Racing Driver Lee Heeseung was seen leaving The Drivers’ Party at the Aria last night with a mystery guest.” Riki read aloud. Jay blinked.

Lee Heeseung… was… a driver? For Red Bull?

Jay looked down at himself and the hoodie he wore– screw that, the merchandise he was wearing.

This guy dressed him in his own team apparel for fuck’s sake!

The thought strangely made butterflies flutter in his stomach instead of anger. I mean…it was kind of cute? Like, when football players would give their letterman jackets to their partners on game days or whatever.

“Jay!” He startled. Sunoo had his hands twitching at his sides, face still torn with disbelief. “If I was on Red Bull’s PR team I think I’d have to kill you, and Heeseung, and then myself.”

“Woah, ok.”

“This is big! Like a gay F1 driver? An asian F1 driver, which there aren’t many of, being gay! Could you believe it?”

“Yeah, I’m well aware he likes men if last night was anything to go by…”

Riki gagged and shut his phone off, tossing it onto the bed beside Jay before flopping down himself. “Gross, hyung.”

Jay shrugged and giggled a bit. What was even happening? This couldn’t be real. This wasn’t something that happened to him. “Pinch me.”

…

“Ow! What the fuck!”

‘You told us to pinch you?”

“You didn’t both have to!”

“Yeah, well, you deserve it.” Sunoo was leveling him with that same unimpressed look and Jay just wanted to wipe it away. Sunoo should be smiling at him, all soft and cheery. He was always happy to talk about boys with Jay, unlike Riki.

“I didn’t know he was an F1 driver! I just thought he was this very handsome, very rich man who was interested in me! He approached me first, even. I had no clue who he was until just now, I swear it.”

Sunoo’s eyes soften at Jay’s defeated tone. “Yeah, yeah. Ok. Look at least no one knows who you are and for once, that has worked in our favor.”

Ouch. Ok. Oh ok.

Wait.

“Pause,” Jay whipped his head around to Riki, “Why the hell did you have PopStruck tweet about Heeseung and I?!” Riki shrugs while responding, “News is news.” Which, fair. But still! Does being the brand’s co-owner mean nothing about what they can and can’t post about?

With a sigh Sunoo moves towards the bathroom. “I’ll curl your hair, but only because I feel really bad for what you’re about to suffer.”

“What do you mean?” Riki shook his head when Jay cast him a confused glance. The younger boy mouthed ‘check your phone’ and Jay had never been so happy to have a Twitter feed perfectly curated for any and all kinds of hot drama.

Immediately he was hit with ‘Lee Heeseung’ on the trending page and about a dozen different photos of himself and Heeseung walking out of the Aria hotel, and into Heeseung’s sports car. Most of the angles couldn’t quite catch his face, but you could definitely see Heeseung’s. The guy also had a custom license plate that just says ‘ACE,’ which must definitely make him more obvious to any paparazzi or fans.

Heeseung’s looking at him– all sparkling eyes and pretty smile, and Jay feels himself swooning all over again behind the screen. The comments are less pretty.

It seems like a lot of Formula 1 fans happen to be of the older generations, and aren’t taking too kindly to the speculation behind their driver’s sexuality. Other comments are arguing back against the hateful ones to defend Heeseung and Jay as friends, which is probably perfect for Heeseung’s image but entirely incorrect in reality.

Then there are the encouraging tweets and replies. People giddy with the idea that someone in the public-eye, rich and famous, could possibly be like them. Gay. Bi. Queer. Whatever other connection they could find between their favorite driver and themselves. It was sweet, especially when they were saying how attractive he was and Heeseung “didn’t know what to do with all of that.”

“You must be utterly insane if you’re giggling right now.” Riki was just as amused as Jay was even if he pretended otherwise. As Jay scrolls more and more a certain phrase stops him in his tracks.

“Hey, why are they calling me a WAG?”

“I know another thing they could call you that rhymes with that…”

“Takes one to know one.”

“Touche.”

Sunoo was watching the exchange with a baffled look on his face before shaking his head and beckoning Jay to follow him into the bathroom– curling iron puffing out steam in wait.

When Sunoo emerged onto the paddock with Riki and Jay in tow, both of them now wearing completely neutral and regular clothing, he immediately sensed the danger his friend was in. Jay knew drama, he knew the severity a dating scandal could have in pop culture history, but oh, in this environment was he naive.

Out F1 drivers didn’t really exist. Sure some fans did their shipping, and some drivers were outspoken and supportive of the LGBTQ+ community but, having a driver on the grid be out and proud whilst holding hands and kissing a man is unheard of. Not until Lee Heeseung, he supposes.

But Jay is just some guy, and sure he likes attention, but this is a lot more watchful eyes scrutinizing every aspect of his private life. His intimate relationships.

These people were going to eat him alive.

All of these thoughts rushed through him on the way to the paddock and as they entered through the gates. Sunoo made sure to assign Riki the very important task of keeping their friend out of the media’s line of sight.

“Ok I have work to do. Today is practice three and qualifying so I’ll be pretty busy doing coverage on our socials but call me if you need me! Remember, you’re welcome to hide away in Ferrari hospitality if need be.” Sunoo smiled but his brows were downturned in concern, flicking nervously between Riki pleadingly and Jay afraid. Riki salutes Sunoo and then he’s off.

“Everything will be fine. None of those photos even got my full face, I’ll be fine.”

“I know, I know. He’s just looking out for you.” Riki patted Jay on the shoulder and urged him off towards the gate entrance the drivers come through. “Now let’s do what we came here for.”

Jay’s SD card was packed full of everything his lens had chased throughout the couple hours he spent side-by-side with Riki and all the other people slinging media passes around their necks. He collected shots of the drivers, some of the family and friends accompanying them, team principles and CEOs, and even the occasional celebrity. Riki had a mini freak out when Travis Scott walked past him, less than 10 feet of distance between them.

“Oh. My. God. You guys! Beyonce! Beyonce is here- like Beyonce! Thee!” Sunoo was smiling like a madman, whisker dimples sunken into his cheeks. “She was in our garage, you guys! I need to see all the photos you took of her.”

Sunoo was sipping a lemonade that Jay was half convinced wasn’t purely lemonade at this point because his friend’s energy was off the roof. Riki and him had walked into Ferrari with no hassle only to find Sunoo sweating out of his bright red polo with wild hair and either a heat-or-Beyonce-induced blush. Riki had been so worried for about half a minute before Sunoo had blurted out his stress over asking her for a picture together. Jay left the consoling and confidence boosting to Riki and found himself a seat and a sandwich. Ten minutes later, the two joined him.

“Ooo, did you get some of Heeseung too? I heard he did pretty well in practice. Second fastest, right behind his teammate Max.”

This was all still so much. Heeseung was a world-class athlete who drove fast cars in circles for a living and made millions. Presumably. Hundreds of thousands at least.

And last night he took a risk of his hundreds of thousands to spend a night with Jay. Park Jongseong. Him?

With a shaky breath Jay laughed and shook his head. He had decidedly turned his camera, and face, away from any single person wearing that dark blue and bull print that signified Heeseung’s team. It was too scary knowing any one of them could be digging right now to try and find out everything there is to know about him and why he was with Heeseung last night.

Hell, Heeseung might even be in a meeting right now trying to figure out what way to spin the photos of them in his favor. Was Jay a friend visiting this weekend, but then, why’d he leave after just two practices? Maybe Jay is just a member of the Red Bull team and that’s why he traveled with Heeseung and was wearing the team kit but, that doesn’t explain the looks they shared and it could work, but–

“What are you thinking about? Your face went all broody.” Riki was swirling his cup, watching the ice spin and clink against the sides. “Thinking about Heeseung shouldn’t make you all sad.”

“I’m not sad. And how’d you know I was thinking about Heeseung?”
Riki scoffed, “What else do you have to think about? This is like the single most crazy thing to ever happen to you.”

“What about our whole ass account and all the famous people we’ve interacted with there?”

Another scoff, “That was all behind a screen, loser. This guy actually interacted with you in the flesh AND it was such hot news PopStruck got to tweet about it ourselves. You are the news for once, not someone else.”

Gosh this heat, this drink, and Riki’s words were giving him a headache. “Whatever, fuck you. I’m gonna go for a walk.”

Sunoo sent him a worried glance but nodded. Some of his earlier fear must’ve worn off throughout the day once he realized not enough of Jay was seen to make him noticed around the paddock as Heeseung’s possible new partner. “Be careful.”

“Be back in thirty for work or else I’m leaking you to the F1 press.” Riki sent him a flying kiss which Jay pointedly caught and threw to the ground, stomping on Riki’s symbolic love before flipping him off. Riki threw his arms up in surrender and Jay left as the other’s laughter followed him out the door.

The sun just about immediately blinded him as he stumbled to get back into shade, landing himself under a canopy set up by none other than Red Bull Racing’s hospitality.

“Jay?” He froze, blood turning cold as hairs stood to attention along his arms and the back of his neck. Immediately he wanted to turn around and march right back into Ferrari but Jay didn’t think that’d be any safer. “Jay what are you doing here?”

When Jay turned towards that voice a smile began to make its way onto his face. He couldn’t help it. Every single cell in his body was telling him this was bad. Sunoo had said it’d be bad. This interaction will end up gracing the insides of magazines if not the cover itself if Jay isn’t careful right now.

“Oh, Heeseung. What’s up, bro?” Jay went in for a dap which confused the other. It was an awkward meeting of hands and Heeseung barely brought himself in for the slight hug so Jay really felt as if he was greeting a brick wall. When he stepped back Heeseung just kept staring at his hand held out like it greatly amused him before pulling it back to his side, eyes wide and smile predatory and amused.

Jay’s shivers were gone and now he was covered in pure sweat. At least in the Nevada heat it wouldn’t be too obscene.

“Nothing much, bro.” Heeseung looked way too casual and nonchalant for Jay’s liking. Had he not been on social media at all since last night? Since this morning?! “Is that what we are now? Bros?”

“I um, well– no, not bros but um-” Heeseung laughed at him. It wasn’t mean really, but Jay’s defences were at an all time high the longer they stood here and more eyes seemed to burn holes onto his body.
“Relax, it’s all going to be fine. These guys don’t know anything, don’t pay attention to them.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re used to the fame, aren’t you, Lee Heeseung? Fucking Red Bull Racing driver.”

“Woah, didn’t know you hated Red Bull that much.”

Jay needed to wipe that easy-going grin right off his stupidly gorgeous million-dollar-making face. “Well, you learn something new every day.”

Heeseung cocked his head while his grin faltered. God, Jay hated the flush of guilt that rolled through him then. He needed to be a stronger man and stand up for himself after being deceived– NOT fall victim to suave words and charming smiles. Heeseung was a dangerous man, on and off track.

“Well then I’m sure you wouldn’t mind meeting up with me tonight to return that Red Bull shirt?” His eyes lit up, “Oh, wait here?”

It was funny being asked permission by Heeseung to do anything in these circumstances but, fuck it, Jay’s heart was soft and underneath it all he wanted to keep a good thing going. He shrugged and Heeseung’s smile grew wider before he bounded away into hospitality.

Jay could feel the shadows of eyes cast against him, and his skin darkened shades of red he’d blame on the sun again. It was awkward standing in wait. His mind couldn’t figure out what to focus on. The heat in his cheeks, the sweat on his neck, the way his hands were slightly shaking. Or maybe the people chattering over lemonade down at McLaren, an Elvis impersonator getting pics in with some folks wearing badges like his own, or the way the slightest of a breeze is fluttering through the leaves.

But instead every thought becomes Heeseung and the night before. His cheeks were warm then from his words and advances, and he sure did sweat and shake. They’d chattered over drinks, and in the pool Jay’d felt that sweet breeze against his bare chest– tickling him.

He hadn’t wanted that night to be forgotten and one-and-done then, and now it surely won’t. Not with their pictures gracing his own Twitter page. It was like that fleeting wish, that tiny dream, came true and now he had to live with the consequences.

“I have this for you. Every piece, washed and cleaned!” Heeseung handed him another Red Bull branded bag, and when he opened it he found the stuff he left in the hotel room folded all prim and proper.

“When did you have the time to do this?” Heeseung shrugged at Jay’s question.

“Magic.”

“Or an assistant,” chirped a voice Jay didn’t recognize. Heeseung’s shoulders jumped to his ears in fright. “Hi, I’m Jake. You’re Sunoo’s friend aren’t you? The news account?”

That comment caught Heeseung’s attention, but it just shocked Jay. He knew it wasn’t surprising for Sunoo to have friends here in the paddock, but outside of Ferrari? Maybe it was bad of Jay to assume friendships like that didn’t happen.

“Uh, Jay, yes. Sort of a news account? We’re trying,” he let the sentence sizzle out into an awkward chuckle.

“From what I hear you’re quite successful. You should make sure to post some more pictures of Heeseung here, he likes the attention… or, I should say, he likes your attention.” Jake had a shit-eating grin now. “Nice clothes, by the way. You owe me for getting rid of certain stains.”

Jay decided he didn’t like Jake.

“Goodbye Jake.” Heeseung tried pushing his assistant away, a real awkward and shy look plastered onto his face. “You’ve said enough.”

“And done enough, I need a break!” Jake sighed dramatically, combing through his longer dark waves,”But not before I break up you two lovebirds to send you away, Hee. Quali is only two hours away. Go get ready to earn yourself a good starting place.”

Heeseung met Jay’s eyes, and Jay knew what he meant to convey with just a look. They’d talk later. Tonight. At whoever’s place.

Jay nodded and Heeseung turned to leave. “Bye-bye Jay!” Jake said with a wave, Jay shot up his hand in a lackluster motion out of politeness, and Jake must’ve noticed the minimal effort he put into making a pleasant face because he burst out laughing as he walked away.

Screw that guy for real. Jay was annoyed now, but in a way Jake was maybe his saving grace. Who knows. At least now he could escape from Heeseung and all the people who’d passed them, looked their way. Whatever those people were thinking he hoped they just assumed Jay was doing his job, or was a fan.

The bag of his clothes weighed heavy in his hands as he carried them back into Ferrari. Groaning as he shoved the bag into his own backpack he brought, and pulling out his own laptop once he seated himself back by his friends. Work time.

During the process of photo processing and uploading tweets in a swift succession, Jay fails to notice the shockingly quick increase of hashtags trending about a certain driver and–

“Jay.” Riki’s voice is higher than Jay’s heard it in years, “Why are you trending? Your name is…” Riki’s eyes are glued to his phone and Jay’s are stuck on his own laptop screen. His eyes are wide and he’s not one hundred percent sure he’s blinking, but he can’t look away to the horror being displayed in front of him.

His name on what’s basically the newspaper frontpage.

“Oracle Red Bull Racing driver Lee Heeseung, 24, caught at the paddock with mystery man, Jay, from last night. Everyone’s wondering, friend or more?” Riki read out an article’s headline, disbelief coloring the words. “How do they have three paragraphs worth of information about you two? What happened when you left us?”

“I don’t… I don’t know, like I ran into him and we talked and– well there were people around but not close enough to hear our whole conversation, I thought. And then this guy Jake came up to us–”

Sunoo perked up for the first time since the two had started freaking out, “Wait, Jake? Like Jake Sim?” Jay shrugged. He hadn’t gotten the guy’s last name. “Jake is Heeseung’s assistant-manager and best friend. He wouldn’t have leaked this.”

“I didn’t mean to insinuate that, I don’t think he did, I'm just… well… he did shout my name somewhat. Maybe that’s how people are finding me?”

Sunoo leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I am so happy I don’t work at Red Bull right now.”

Oh those poor PR managers. Jay shuddered and massaged his temple. “How do I fix this as soon as possible without actually speaking to anyone and denying anything. I don’t want to mess up whatever Red Bull are going to say, if anything at all but… I feel like I should do something.”

Sunoo drummed his fingers onto the table, mentally sliding into the PR mindset of someone who manages media. “Well… if we want the public to think you’re not just here for Heeseung like a partner or anything, I’d get a public appearance with other drivers. Then maybe Red Bull and you could spin an interviewer story.”

Jay nodded along slowly, “Nice, I like it but…what other driver should I talk with? Just anyone?”

Sunoo tsked, “No, you’ve done enough hoeing around with another team. You came here with me, you came here with Ferrari. Let me text Sunghoon.”

Jay arched a brow and looked towards Riki for help, but his friend was still sucked into Twitter and the fruitful comments being made about Jay and Heeseung. “Sunghoon?”

“Yeah, Ferrari’s Park Sunghoon?” Sunoo bet if Jay knew any less about the world of Formula 1 he was going to find himself in even more trouble. “You know, you really should study up on your drivers and their teams… I think that’d do you a lot of good.”

“Probably, yeah.”

Sunoo rolled his eyes and texted Sunghoon who arrived in record time, suited up in his racing gear. His hair was shiny with sweat but he still looked full of excitement and energy. The energy drink clasped in his hand was most likely doing a lot of the work. “Hey!” He went in for a handshake, eager to meet one of Sunoo’s friends.

Or Heeseung’s mystery acquaintance, if this guy has been on Twitter.

“Hi, Sunghoon. Nice to meet you. I’m sorry that Sunoo wrapped you into this.”

Sunghoon’s teeth were nice. White and pearly, and his canines were sharp like a vampire’s fangs. Jay felt his mind wander for a moment to the mark on his neck that Heeseung had made with his own teeth last night. The expanse of skin seemed to buzz at the memory.

“No worries, I think making Heeseung jealous is a wonderful idea.” Jay stuttered at that as Sunghoon swooped an arm around his shoulders and led him outside. As he chatted at Jay, he chatted animatedly.

When Sunghoon had approached them post-workout and ready to engage, he had this aura about him that was dark and intimidating. But the moment he was at an arm’s length from Sunoo and his work peers he was all sunshine and rainbows.

Even now Jay knew they didn’t have much time together, but it seemed like in the couple moments they did he was learning a lot more about Sunghoon then he maybe even knew from the hours he spent with Heeseung. The guy questioned all he’s done in Vegas so far, and if he prefers this heat or the cold. Sunghoon likes it cold and he’s used to freezing temps because of his past in figure skating. He likes the feeling of flying– of gliding. Whether that be on ice or in a racecar traveling 300+ km/h, which Jay thought was actually really intriguing.

He was glad for the conversation because it kept distracting him from the bigger issues at hand. “It’d be cool to actually get an interview with you, sometime. I feel like your story is so unique.”

Sunghoon passed him a wolfy grin, “I’ll tell Sunoo to give you my number.”

Jay laughed. Sunghoon was slightly briefed on the fact he was being used as a distraction in Sunoo’s few texts, but now it felt as if he was actually flirting with Jay. If all the saccharine words and steady touches even after they pulled apart were anything to go by.

Wow, this guy was really playing it up for the cameras.

A chime broke through their conversation, halting all of Jay’s thoughts.

“Speak of the devil and he may send you a text message that it’s qualifying time.” The playfulness in Sunghoon’s eyes dimmed and that serious driver persona was back on full display. Sunghoon looked like a hunter. Jay wondered if Heeseung was ever his prey.

He really needed to start watching these races. There was curiosity now that he knew of some familiar faces. Did Heeseung have any on-track beef with any driver in particular? Who were his friends?

Jay said his goodbyes to Sunghoon and immediately pulled out his phone once he was safe from prying eyes. As a matter of fact, after just two refreshes he was seeing himself with a smile on his face, listening in on whatever Sunghoon was saying. They’d maybe spoken for ten to fifteen minutes and yet people were already wondering just who Jay was, and how he knew so many drivers. Which was funny because he’d really only met two.

Whatever. 'Operation Dissociate from Red Bull' was a success.

Heeseung had landed himself in seventh on the grid for the starting position tomorrow. Jay had watched, and he thought the driving was sloppy. Now Jay didn’t know much about racecar driving, but he cringed watching as Heeseung’s car rolled its wheels less than a centimeter away from straight into the wall. The track seemed a bit damp, and from what Jay gathered Heeseung’s wheels weren’t loving it. The back pair seemed to slide a bit more than necessary on each turn.

Sunghoon seemed very pleased with himself as he sauntered back into Ferrari having placed himself at P2. Jay had congratulated him then and Sunghoon had said, “It was all thanks to you, truly.” Which had confused him in the moment, but now as he’s face-to-face with Heeseung in his own hotel room, he understands.

“So, Sunghoon and you are friends, and Jake knows you too? Did you know who I was when we met? Did you deceive me? I don't… I don’t understand.” Heeseung doesn’t even sound angry, just utterly confused. They’re sitting on Jay’s bed together, criss-cross applesauce and Jay can’t take his eyes off Heeseung’s face. Those pretty eyes of his somehow look even prettier when he’s all pouty like this.

“I honestly, swear on my life, did not know who you were until this morning when I got back to my room and my friends ambushed me. See, because of my work, well… it didn’t take long for me to see the photos of you and a ‘mystery man’ trending and published all over my own feed.”

Heeseung was facing the mirror in Jay’s hotel room, looking at himself. Or that’s what Jay assumed. That Heeseung was staring himself down in disappointment for spending the night with the wrong kind of guy. A guy where the strings attached are too tight. Too visible.

“And I had just met Jake then, but it seems we have a mutual friend. My friend Sunoo. The one from Ferrari who gave me the paddock pass I mentioned yesterday.”

It was like he couldn’t catch Heeseung’s gaze even if he tried. So desperately did he want to reach out his hands and grab onto the other’s and squeeze. Or reach up and cradle his cheeks, to turn him towards him instead of his reflection, and kiss him. Like they had the night before when everything felt right.

“And Sunghoon?” Heeseung’s pout deepens, if that’s at all possible. Voice tight. “When did you get all buddy-buddy with him?”

“What? Why do you care about all of this?”

“I just asked a question. Is it a hard one to answer?”

What the hell was this tone? Jay instinctively straightened his back, defenses rising. Heeseung still wasn’t looking at him.

“Do I owe you an answer?”

“Yes. If you want to work this out I need to know just what you two–”

“If I do?! Do you not? Heeseung, what? I can’t believe this.” Jay stood up from the bed and that finally made Heeseung look back at him, eyebrows shot to the ceiling and his eyes wide in surprise. “Firstly I invite you over here so we can talk about this relationship and how we want to proceed in the eyes of the media. You agree, mind you, but come over all whiny and distraught and y’know what? I feel pity on you because yes, even though I’ve had a shitty day myself, so have you. P7, not great, and I can sympathize. But taking your frustration out on me?”

He took a breath, inhaling the fact Heeseung is frozen on his sheets, barely breathing like he’s trying to disappear.

“Taking it out on me when all day I’ve been ogled around the paddock, my privacy is being invaded online as we speak, and now you’re mad just because I spoke to Sunghoon? Really?” Heeseung unfolded his legs and moved to crawl towards the bed’s edge– towards Jay. “I did it for you. Sunoo thought that maybe if I was seen with more than one driver the media would lay off not only me, but you. Then whatever story Red Bull wants to release to clear your name up from any gay allegations they can do it. You’re safe.”

Heeseung’s hands were on his hips now, thumb massaging circles onto his skin above the tee he was wearing. Why was he letting him close? Jay tried to move away but Heeseung’s hold was firm. “I don’t want to be safe, Jay. I want you. To show you off, buy you things, have you at the races then have you back at my hotel.”

“Heeseung.”

“I’m sorry.” Heeseung pressed a kiss to his chest, working his way up Jay’s neck before he whispered into his ear, in an earnest tone lacking everything but honesty, “I’m sorry I made a show of knowing you in the paddock, I wasn’t thinking. Seeing you there was like my dream came true… I just let my excitement lead me to you, I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful if that’s what you need.”

Jay’s breathing was getting deeper. Relaxed, he let Heeseung cup his cheeks. They were only an inch or two away from one another, eyes interlocked. Jay could make out each shade of brown stirring in Heeseung’s irises. They were dark and piercing, pupils dilated albeit the room being cast in a subtle glow.

His eyelids fluttered and Jay almost barked a laugh at the pout making its way back onto his face. “And Sunghoon?”

“Jealousy.”

Jay hummed, carding a hand through the other’s hair. It was soft and slipped between his fingers like smoke. “Jealousy, huh?” Smirking, “I didn’t think someone with all your fame, fortune, and looks would be capable of being jealous.”

Heeseung huffed, and he was kind of pathetic like this. In Jay’s hands.

God, Jay wanted Heeseung to throw him back onto this bed and take his breath away. The anger had left him and now desire was creeping between his legs.

“Sunghoon’s always been the prettiest on the grid. Both of them at Ferrari, Hoon and Charles. Plus, he has just as much money and fame as me… maybe even more.”

“Poor millionaire.”

Heeseung must’ve not really minded the teasing because he blew a raspberry and knelt back, still planted on his knees on the corner of the sheets. “Sue me. I want a pretty boy to be my boyfriend and be seen around the paddock with only me.”

“Boyfriend?” Jay stuttered. Would Heeseung ever fail to make him blush?

“One day. If… he’ll have me?” There was so much hope swimming in those eyes, laced in the white of his knuckles gripping his pants.

“He has to think about it. What it would mean.”

Heeseung turned serious in an instant, nodding dutifully all earnest again. “Take your time, Jay. We’re still new to one another. Let me take you out on some dates to really woo you. We’ll do it properly.”

“I’d like that.”

They smiled at one another, entranced. Jay couldn’t imagine this conversation happening last night or even earlier today. “Then it’s a date.”

Jay nodded and leaned in. Their lips found each other in the space between, and Jay let his lips be bitten and teased. No sounds left unreleased. “Take your jeans off,” Heeseung’s hands immediately went down to his belt, “Take mine off me.”

Leaning back, Heeseung discarded his pants so quickly Jay barely blinked in the time it took him. Another blink and his own were being shimmied past his ass. Doe eyes behind fluttering lashes peered up at him with begging intent. Carded fingers string through Heeseung’s hair and a sweet melody, a hum, comes from lick-damp lips. He’s like an instrument Jay wants to play.

In Heeseung’s hold now, with his hands gripping Jay’s thighs, his chin jut just above Jay’s hips, above his bulge, Heeseung feels him thrum beneath his skin. It’s electrifying and beautiful, this heat they share and it ignites the same thrill inside Heeseung as sitting himself down inside his car and watching the red lights blare one at a time, counting to five. When they all turn off, Heeseung flies.

That night they fuck fast, and it feels like flying– it feels right. Neither lasts long, but they don’t care to.

Heeseung has his mouth on Jay’s dick only thirty minutes later and Jay’s hammering heart is a drum soundtracking another perfectly satisfying night. He really wants to ask just how much head Heeseung’s given in his life because the way he is working his tongue is insanity. After Jay comes he asks to return the favor but Heeseung simply shushes him with, “Some other time.”

A warm cloth caresses him as he’s cleaned before it’s disregarded and Heeseung’s back spooning him caresses him instead. The arms that circle him aren’t too bulky and hard with muscle, but taut with power just the same. Jay feels a wave of affection as those arms draw him effortlessly closer as they’re all entangled in a bed with pillows that still smell like him. Like them, together.

Jay is in there at the race when Heeseung finishes third. Under the blanket of the night sky, Heeseung runs up to where Jay waits right outside of the media pen– hidden from prying eyes.

The trophy he earned is not tacky, but it makes Jay laugh. Like the arch of a water feature catching the sunlight, rays of rainbow glow in Heeseung’s hands. “Did they know you were gay giving you that?” Jay was smiling as he said it, teasing the other with only his words.

Heeseung could see his wide smile and the way his hands shook, his legs bouncing in pride and pure glee.

Heeseung was smiling just as wide as he set his prize on a pile of tires beside them before pulling Jay into his arms, hugging him tight. The smell of champagne and sweat burned Jay’s nose but when they kissed, it was bright and Jay could imagine himself getting drunk like this. Imagined it.

What would it be like to get this after every race? Granted, Heeseung would have to keep getting on the podium or even better: win.

Their kiss deepened as did Jay’s feelings when he realized how badly he wanted to be there for Heeseung’s next win. “Let’s date, let’s be boyfriends, let’s do everything. I want everything.” Every thought slipped out, blunt. “I want you to kiss me more, like this.” Like you’re shining. Like you’re flying. “I want you to fuck me, but more so I want you to make love to me and–”

Heeseung cut him off by grasping the back of his neck, eyes dark and dangerous. Is this what they looked like behind the visor? When he was on the prowl hunting for the car in front? Jay shuddered.

“Meet me,” with his other hand Heeseung took Jay’s fingers and unfurled them, dropping his keys into his open palm, “in my car, in fifteen.” All Jay could do was nod dumbly as Heeseung left him without a kiss, but instead a lick across his lips before he grabbed his trophy and retreated to where Jay could only assume was where he’d change.

Jay was concerned he might be whisking Heeseung away from celebrations with the team but… they could make do. Quickly.

With hurried steps Jay took himself back to where he remembered Heeseung and the other drivers parked, beeping the keys and placing himself in the passenger seat. Luckily, the windows were tinted. Not surprising for a celebrity, and Jay was thankful for it.

If they needed to fuck fast, Jay could prep himself and start the stretch now with his fingers. He almost didn’t want to because he’d been so ramped up on adrenaline the pain may not even register the same, but no. Heeseung was too sweet to just push himself in without at least fingering Jay some and Jay didn’t need him worrying about all that right now.
So Jay shimmied out of his pants, and let his underwear fall to his knees. The car was on, but Jay hadn’t turned on any air conditioning. The night was warm but not stifling, and unlike Sunghoon, Jay didn’t like it cold.

At the thought of the Ferrari driver, Jay shuddered remembering how easily Heeseung admitted to being jealous. How pliant he had become after Jay chastised him. How would the other react in bed if Jay mentioned Sunghoon again?

Having a new lover was so exciting– there’s so much to learn about one another. So much to try.

He slid his fingers in, barely at the first joint when the driver side door opened and Jay’s heart leaped in his chest. “Fuck!” Heeseung whipped his head to the backseat and stared.

Stared at the way Jay leaned against his door, head back on the window. Stared at the way his neck was exposed and the previous bruises he’d left have disappeared. Stared at the way his legs spread and his hand was curled between them. Stared down his body, trailing the breaths pumping Jay’s chest and the way his stomach flexes.

Footsteps sounded outside and Heeseung wasn’t staring at him anymore, but hurrying into his car and slamming the door shut. With the click of a button the doors locked and blood was rushing all throughout Jay. He may have not been on the podium like Heeseung but oh, he had won tonight. It was a winning feeling to have Heeseung’s attention on him tonight.

The older boy pushed himself from the driver’s seat and crawled halfway across to where Jay sat in wait. It was funny and awkward and if it was anyone else Jay would’ve probably gotten the ick, but it seemed impossible for Heeseung to look stupid. No, instead he looked like a wet dream come to life. Slick hair sticking up wildly, cheeks rosy and eyes dark. The lights from the city just outside were glowing faintly wherever they reached inside the car, painting part of Heeseung’s face purple and a smidge of Jay’s legs green.

But mostly the car was dark, and all Jay could really see was Heeseung. Beautiful, insane, and famous Heeseung. Who could have any model and wealthy man or woman in the whole wide world but instead he wanted to proudly show off Jay. To the thousands– no, millions– who cared about what Heeseung said and did and who supported him… he wanted them to know and support him with Jay.

“You started without me.” Heeseung murmured against the top of Jay’s head as he sought to position himself in his seat, leaning it back before meeting Jay across the armrest.

“I was only taking care of myself so you wouldn’t have to. I want you inside as soon as possible.”

They locked lips and Jay pulled Heeseung's torso flush against his own. They both still had their shirts on, Heeseung still fully clothed, and it made Jay’s skin itch. He yanked at the bottom of Heeseung’s shirt which he realized was just the Red Bull team kit, and getting the memo, Heeseung pulled it off.

“One day I want you to fuck me in your fireproofs.” Jay admitted, watching Heeseung’s clothes become discarded on the car floor. The concept made Heeseung laugh and before he could open his mouth to retort with semantics Jay had latched onto the driver’s neck and pulled at his bare skin, edging him ever closer.

“Come here.”

Now, Jay had never had sex in a sports car before. The problem here was the lack of a backseat that had Jay stumbling a bit on what to do. But Heeseung giggled into their kiss and with the ease that only an athlete could have, Jay was being partially lifted by his thighs and planted on Heeseung’s lap. His head hit the window and he winced.

“Sorry, sorry!” Heeseung cradled his head to shower the pained spot with kisses. Jay giggled, “It’s ok just, if you’re gonna cause me any pain I want to feel it in my ass not my head.” That made the other laugh with him, fitting himself better in the passenger seat with Jay, pulling the boy onto his lap so instead they were face-to-face with Heeseung properly in the passenger seat now.

The most intimate parts of them were so close together that it didn’t take long for Jay to start rocking back and forth just to feel Heeseung’s length hard in his underwear. “Can I?” The words dripped sweetly from his tongue as he licked into Heeseung’s mouth, feeling him out and tasting the champagne again.

“Of course.”

With confirmation Jay lifted himself off his lover’s lap, knees bracketing Heeseung’s thighs, locking him inside. He taps Heeseung to lift his own hips a bit so Jay can snag the boxer briefs off and fling them into the pile of all their other clothes.

Skin on skin was a better feeling than what was happening before, and Jay tilted his head back just to desperately moan. He didn’t want to face Heeseung when all he could manage was humping the poor guy like he was in heat. But fuck, Jay was desperate for relief.

“Woah, woah. Slow down babe.” Heeseung had him in his hands and squeezed, the feeling making his head dizzy. But he listened and the movements he made were softer… slower. Heeseung bit into his neck, earning a yelp. “I want you to come on my cock.”

Jay laid his head on Heeseung’s shoulder while the older worked Jay’s body so he was positioned right on the tip. “Is that ok? Jay?”

Jay hummed, “Call me babe again.” Heeseung was silent, and at the lack of response Jay sat back up, careful of his weight on Heeseung’s legs. All he did was raise a brow at the smirk he was being given before said smirk broke as the other once again called him babe.

But the word was less of a word and more of a broken sound because as soon as Heeseung pronounced the “bae” part of “babe,” Jay was seated back down and arching his back, Heeseung’s length a fire burning inside him. All the air seemed to have been taken from both of them as they panted against one another in the little space they shared.

“Fuuuuuuuuck, babe.” Heeseung rolled his head back on the seat, his hands cupping Jay’s ass and leaving pink marks in the skin. “Give a guy a warning next time.”

Jay barely heard him over the sound of his own heartbeat and the pain wringing his insides. He couldn’t move, and wouldn’t. Holding Heeseung’s shoulders Jay was steeling himself against the man below him and the part of said man inside of him. A tear must’ve fallen down his cheek because Heeseung caressed it away and kissed him. Licking and biting and doing anything to distract Jay from the pain he wasn’t fully prepped to take.

Jay was grateful. He began to move after a minute or two and soon enough he was claws deep into Heeseung’s hair, feeling Heeseung’s tongue against his teeth. Hungry for each other and high off this winning feeling.

Somewhere in between their bodies Heeseung took care of Jay with a hand job, and it was in unison they shared expletives for the pain and the pleasure– every sensation ten times stronger now with the buzz of today.

“I can’t wait to have you. As mine. For more nights after tonight.”

“Yes, be mine. Please, Hee. Faster.”

And if there was one thing a racecar driver liked to hear, it was to go faster.

Picking up the pace, Heeseung was wild. He sat up some, jostling Jay around before pushing the younger’s back in, telling him to let it arch. He removed his lips from Jay’s to trail his mouth down as far as he could let it, Jay leaning back to give him more access. He was absolutely folded in two on his lap. Arms above his head, gripping the dash loosely to ground him. The burn of the stretch his limbs felt wasn’t as intense as the heat of pleasure he felt because like this, Heeseung hit the spot.

Prostate overstimulated with the force and speed of Heeseung’s thrusts, and legs now wrapped behind the other’s torso, Jay was singing a mantra of his lover’s name. Each time, the name became more fried with raspiness and whines.

“I’m close.”

Jay nodded blindly, hoping Heeseung would pick up on his agreement even if he couldn’t find it in him to get the word out. It all felt too good; it made Jay weak. He was shaking, waiting for his release from Heeseung’s teasing touches and hot pumping.

“I’m close– really, fuck fuck, I’m coming– Babe, fuu-” Heeseung came. Jay could feel it filling him.

He came too, to the sound of Heeseung, strings of his come splattered across both their chests. Jay watched enthralled as his release quickly dripped down Heeseung’s abs. The car windows on all sides of him fogged as if to tell the whole paddock what they’d been doing inside, if the sounds and subtle shaking of the car wasn’t enough insight.

Heeseung cleaned himself off a bit with his fingers, putting the sticky digits in his mouth while meeting Jay’s eyes. “You’re gross,” was all Jay could push out with the lack of energy he had now.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Mmm, I think you are too.”

Heeseung held him so they could slide apart and maneuvered himself back in the driver's seat, putting his underwear back on and then his pants. If he drove back to either of their rooms shirtless, Jay wasn’t going to complain. Instead he ogled the other while Heeseung used his own nice team shirt to clean himself off before turning towards Jay with the same intent.

“Isn’t that the shirt you have to wear for work?”

Heeseung shrugged, turning it inside-out and setting the fabric over Jay. “Doesn’t matter, I have plenty more anyways. I get them for free.”

Jay knew that was probably the case but felt bad anyways. Car sex was exhilarating even when they weren’t in motion– not that Jay would ever do something so unsafe. It took a lot out of him however, and he felt bad for that because the night was still young and they had to celebrate.

Willing his limbs to cooperate, Jay picked up his underwear, his pants, and his own shirt and got dressed as Heeseung drove them to his own massive suite. They barely spoke a word but Heeseung put on the radio and placed his hand on Jay’s thigh. When he rolled down his window and felt the cool desert night paired with the sight of Vegas’s flashing lights, he awakened. One cold shower later and the two were off to hit the town. Finding themselves in the same bar they’d met in, but this time Jay didn’t dance with anyone but Heeseung.

“Wife and girlfriend.” Jay stated, his tone cold and a bit questioning.

Riki looked up from his laptop with a blank expression, completely lost. It wasn’t his fault, Jay had just said something so out of the blue for them. I mean, what reason would two gay dudes have for talking about wives and girlfriends?

“WAG means ‘Wife and Girlfriend.’”

Riki nodded slowly, unsure where this conversation was going.

Heeseung and Jay had now been dating for a little over three weeks; more than enough time for Jay to realize what one of the most popular phrases in the world of sports means. “It does.” he replied.

“When I asked that first day, you just called me a fag.”

Oh. Oh.

Riki burst out laughing, the laptop on his lap bouncing from the way he shook. “I did, didn’t I?”

Jay threw something at his friend before bounding back out of Riki’s room. When his fit of laughter petered off Riki looked at the crumbled shirt that was tossed beside him only to hold it up and find Red Bull merchandise staring right back at him. If Sunoo saw this, he’d be a dead man.

Riki crumpled it up and threw it to his side, right by his bin. If Jay was going to be annoying about his man, Riki was going to get a lot more annoying about his.