12. Jack

CHAPTER 12

JACK

T hings couldn't be more complicated.

And, of course, sleeping with Seojun has made them even more so. But I can't find it in me to regret it.

Not when he looks so cute in his kitchen with my coffee in his hands, giving instructions to Kevin and pretending as if he's too busy to see me.

"We can use the party as an opportunity to ask questions, see if any of your colleagues know about my mom and brother," he says.

It's amazing that after barely a handful of days, I know this man better than he knows himself, and after only one night with him, I think I know the kind of lover he is.

What I'm not sure about, however, is the kind of lover I am because up until yesterday, I never thought of another man, I never touched another man like I did Seojun, and I never craved another man like I'm craving him, and even though my experience with gay sex was nonexistent, I knew what to do, how to do it, and how to do it well without fear, shame, or hesitation. Have I always been a little gay and didn't realize? Have I always carried these feelings Seojun awakens in me or are they a side effect of his power? And do I even care?

It's not like being tied to him has changed me. It hasn't changed my thought processes, emotions, or personality. The only changes have been purely physical. In fact, the only changes are in the pain and pleasure department. I've never felt such pain when we're apart and never such need when we're together. It's almost terrifying. Or it would be if it wasn't Seojun. Somehow, he makes this even easier. Because it's simple to see how one could be with a guy like him and be happy.

"I'll get right on it," Kevin says and leaves the house with a decaf cappuccino in a paper cup.

"What?" Seojun asks me when he catches me staring. "I can't give him regular coffee. His body might break down on him."

I chuckle and offer him my hand. He takes it without hesitation, so I pull him back into my arms because he feels good there.

"You look ridiculous, by the way," he mumbles with his mouth pressed against my chest.

"Feel free to undress me then."

He pulls back and raises an eyebrow, then, with a big happy sigh, tugs at the rope of the robe and pulls it loose.

My erection bounces between the pieces of fabric, and Seojun's cheeks go red.

"I have," he mumbles to himself.

"You have what?" I roll my shoulders back and the silk robe falls to the floor.

Seojun stares at my privates and licks his lips.

"Awoken the beast."

"Is that my new nickname?" I ask as I unbutton his pajama shirt.

Instead of answering, he gazes up at me and stays frozen, inches away from my mouth. His Adam's apple bobs loudly.

"Beast got your tongue?" Next are his pajama bottoms and underwear.

Within seconds, we're both naked, and it feels natural. It feels good.

"No. My tongue is fine. My brain, on the other hand…"

I raise his face by the chin and brush my lips past the tip of his nose as I ask, "Your brain, what?"

Seojun's shoulders rise and fall as he takes a deep breath, which blows warm and caffeinated on my face.

"You fucked my brains out. I need a new brain," he says, and I kiss him softly.

"I'll order you a new one. Let me get the phone." I wrap my hand around his erection and squeeze.

"That's not the phone," he chokes.

"Really?"

"Really." He nods.

"I was sure… Are you messing with me?" I stroke him. He catches his breath.

"I'm certain."

I frown.

"I don't believe you. Let me try it." I lower myself to the floor and flick my tongue over his wet slit. "Hmmm. Seems to be working to me."

"Well…" He sighs. "If it's working, keep going. Make the call."

"Right away, sir," I reply and take him into my mouth. I don't let him go until he's given me a taste of his seed.

Which only starts another cycle of give and take between us, on the kitchen floor, the kitchen island, the couch, the dining table, and anywhere but the bed.

It's when I've got him pressed against the window with the whole city stretching before us and buried deep inside him—maybe I am an exhibitionist after all—that my phone rings.

"Don't take it. Let it go to voicemail. Or better yet, throw it out the window," Seojun says, sprawled up like a starfish with his cute firm butt cheeks pushed all the way back to allow me better access.

He's so hard to resist when he's like that and when I feel so good inside him. So I ignore it. But it keeps ringing until there's no choice but to answer.

"Annie? Is everything okay? What's going on?" I say when I find my phone in the bedroom and Seojun is draped around my shoulders like a boa constrictor. I'm not complaining.

"It's Lily," she answers, and I don't need to hear anything more to know I'm needed.

"I'll be right there." I hang up and locate my clothes at the foot of the bed.

"What happened? Where are you going?" Seojun asks, unwrapping himself from me, which should be a capital crime.

"We. We're going. I can't go anywhere without you, remember?" That's something that sounded a lot more terrible yesterday than it does today.

Is that the sweet effect of gay sex? Or has it really been that long since I've slept with anyone?

"But…but…we're in the middle of…very important business." Seojun stands in the middle of the room with a pout, and I can't help but coo when I look at him.

"I know, Seojun, but my friends need me."

He grimaces.

"Why? What happened?"

As I sit on the bed to put on my pants, I step on Seojun's jeans. I pick them up and throw them at him.

"Lily, Annie's girlfriend, lost her job."

He catches the pants but keeps staring at me with an incredulous look.

"Is that it?"

"What do you mean, is that it? She lost her source of income. She's going to be heartbroken. She'll need all the love and pampering she can get."

"It's just a job."

"Now, now!" I stand and walk to him, taking hold of him by the shoulders. "How would you feel if your boss fired you?"

He raises his eyebrow in response.

"Right. You're your own boss."

"I'm my own supervillain," he emphasizes.

"Sure thing, sweetheart," I whisper and plant a kiss on his forehead.

"Are you mocking me?" His tone is more cutesy than offended, and I chuckle.

"I would never. Now, come on. Get dressed."

"I still don't understand why she needs a cavalry," he says when we're en route to Annie and Lily's apartment.

I put my arm around him, and he cozies up to me with his hands crossed like a brat, but I don't mind. That's half his charm.

"Think about it. If someone took your apartment or your power, wouldn't you be upset and want your friends to be there to support you?"

He shrugs and mumbles. "I don't have any friends."

There's a little pinch in my chest and I squeeze him tighter.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I don't need friends," he says, but his voice is so quiet he's not exactly convincing. "I'm a supervillain. Supervillains don't have friends. They have enemies."

"Well, isn't that sad?"

Seojun pushes himself off me and rolls his eyes.

"No, it's not. But you wouldn't understand. You're just a goody two-shoes."

I can't help but feel a little hurt by that. Not because it's not true, but more because I think he means it as an insult.

"I'm helping you, aren't I? I'm not that good!"

He huffs.

"Only because you're mine for the foreseeable future. You don't have a choice."

I glare at him and raise an eyebrow.

"Really?"

His irritated face gives way to a smirk.

"Prove it," he says as the driver stops and turns around to tell us the price of the ride.

Seojun looks from me to the driver and back to me, waiting, testing me. I know what he wants me to do. He wants me to run. To not pay. As if that'd be proof of being bad. He does it, and he's adorable.

"There you go. Thank you." I pay for the ride and tip generously on top of it, and Seojun's face lights up with satisfaction.

"See? I told you."

I smile and slap his ass.

"That proves nothing," I growl in his ear.

"Sure thing, lover boy. Sure thing." He runs his tongue along his teeth before he gives me a pout and spins around to walk away from me.

He thinks he has the last laugh, but I've been inside him. I know he's not as bad as he pretends to be.

"The apartment is this way, smart-ass." I point in the other direction. Seojun stops, turns, and, as if nothing happened, walks back the other way.

I can't help but watch him for a few moments. Watch his figure, the way he carries himself, his ass.

Maybe I'm wrong, or maybe I'm under the influence of his signature, but I like this guy. A lot. Is it crazy that I don't want to let go of him? That I want to keep him? Or am I suffering from Stockholm Syndrome?

Seojun trips on nothing and fumbles forward before he straightens himself nonchalantly and turns to look at me.

"Are you coming, or what?" he asks.

I shake my head.

"No. Definitely not Stockholm Syndrome."

"What?" he asks.

"Nothing. I just said you're an idiot."

He gasps.

"A beautiful idiot," I correct myself.

Seojun smiles and waits for me to catch up with him, and when I do, he pauses, puts his hands on my lapel, and…slaps me gently across the face.

"That's for calling me an idiot," he says.

Before I can answer, he pulls me into him, his lips brushing my lips, his tongue briefly stroking mine.

"And that's for calling me beautiful."