Dirty Day with Kim Jae-Min (After Dirty Laundry)

Dreamspinner Press’ Sexy Six Anniversary Short

Kim JaejoongI knew the day was shitty the moment I’d gotten out to my car and found a splat of bird shit on the windshield. I should have taken that as a sign. No, instead I decided to hose it off and head out to take some shots because the light was perfect and there was a cotton candy frost of fog rolling in over the area.

Sometimes, life is trying to tell me what to do and I just don’t listen.

Which was why I somehow knew that something crappy was going to happen the moment I climbed up a fire escape to take a shot of the river and my foot shot out from under me. There wasn’t time to do much more than swear and hope. Pray perhaps but God already kind of told me I was going to have a bad day, what was I expecting from him? An air mattress?

It was only ten feet down but I couldn’t twist around in time. My thoughts as I tumbled from the fire escape were of Cole-ah and then my camera. If the fall killed me, someone would steal it because I wasn’t in a good neighbourhood. My shoes were probably going to be gone too. Classic Converses but still, practically new.

I probably thought of the shoes and camera because I didn’t want to dwell on how sad Cole would be. If Rick’s death hurt him, I think mine would kill him. There’s only so much death a man can take and hyung had taken much more than his share.

Wincing, I expected the hard ground so I was shocked when I hit in a juicy splat. Curled up as tight as I could around my camera, I struck hard and my lungs lost hold of any air they had in them, leaving me breathless and hurting. It took me a minute to first jumpstart my breathing and when I did, I found the air tasted of rotten vegetables.

That’s when I noticed I was sunken down into a spoiling stew of rotted cabbage leaves and onions, with possibly a garlic and fish head layer beneath it.

Thankfully my camera seemed dry and whole but standing up was a struggle, especially since the dumpster’s bottom seemed buried beneath refuge and gore. I hung my camera strap over one of the dumpster’s outer hooks to keep it safe while I tried to get out of the soup I’d fallen into. Television always showed people jumping in and out of the large metal rectangles with a graceful ease. The truth is far from that. I couldn’t get a purchase on the edge of the lip and when I did, my shoe’s rubber bottom slipped off in a loud squeak.

There was no way in hell I was taking my shoes off. Not while I was standing in ground zero of a chemical warfare laboratory.

The shirt only helped protect my belly a little bit because I left a curl of skin somewhere on the dumpster’s lip when I finally was able to hoist myself up. And while the alley’s cement was harder than the dumpster’s garbage, it was a hell of a lot less smelly.

But shit, it hurt. My back complained a bit, more because I landed hard on my knees and hands. Years of dancing and I could spin around a pole but try to climb out of a dumpster and I suddenly turned into a three-legged elephant.

dumpster-pic-by-ruby-re-usable-4Grabbing my camera, I squished back to my SUV and the day continued to piss on me. Trying to find a bright side to my missing tires and rims, the thieves at least propped the Explorer up on wooden blocks so whatever the round thing my wheels had been attached to weren’t on the ground. I knew where the gas went and when the lights flashed red on the dash, it was time to take it in for either oil or radiator fluid but that was pretty much all I knew about cars but I’d didn’t think the car could support its weight on its thin metal plates.

It looked like my phone survived the dunking, probably because my jeans were thick enough to ward off most of the dumpster’s liquid and I carefully dialed Triple A’s come-help-me number.

“Hey, mister!” A little boy… I think it was a boy… was sitting by the Explorer’s rear end, his stubby legs straddling a beaten up red tricycle. Snot ran down his nose and his tongue crept up from his mouth to lick at it. Swallowing, he grinned at me in that insane way kids did. “You stink!”

Caught in the voicemail loop of the call, the last thing I wanted to deal with was a booger-eating kid, especially one stupid enough to think I didn’t know I smelled like the ass end of balut-vomit. Taking one step towards him didn’t do anything to scare him off so I did the next best thing I could.

I shook furiously, splattering him with as much of the rotten cabbage stew as I could then listened to him screaming for his mother as he peddled off down the cracked sidewalk.

“Gguh-juh.” I’d be the first one to say I’d been childish. And I’d do it again. I must have turned the corner in age because all I could think was his parents didn’t teach him proper respect. They would suffer for it when he got older.

Which brought me back to my mother and sisters. As if I needed another reminder I’d failed my family.

Someone at Triple A finally answered and I began my battle. After negotiating and pleading with them to venture into a neighbourhood more known for hood than neighbour, I called Cole-ah to beg him to come pick me up.

“Hey, agi. What’s up?” His voice was warm. It was always warm, especially when he was talking to me but right then, I needed him to just sit and mumble to me over the phone until I could find a shower to wash the crap off my skin.

pace-doc-graffiti-character-piece-vermont-ave-los-angelesI gave him a brief description of what happened, leaving out the extent of the fall but there was no bullshitting him. Someone just didn’t accidentally stumble into a dumpster. He knew I’d been above it but thankfully he didn’t say anything other than ask me for the address.

Then got very quiet when I told him where he could find me.

“Really?” Sarcasm sometimes came easily to my lover. This time, it literally flew out of his mouth like a tengu searching for its next victim. “You couldn’t maybe have flown to Beirut or Afghanistan? Maybe even the Doctor could have come by in the Tardis and you could have maybe dropped in on Normandy or Waterloo?”

“Are you coming or what?” I mumbled into the phone, keeping an eye out for the kid in case he returned with a parent.

“I’ll be there.” He sighed. “Shouldn’t be more than twenty minutes.”

“Maybe you can bring a trash bag or something for me to sit on?” I sniffed myself and reeled back from the stench coming up from my body. The sun soaked through me and I was baking in the cabbage stew’s odor. “The Rover’s new…”

“Babe, a drunk gay Korean threw up on me in the Rover. I am pretty sure nothing can compare to soju and kimchi.”

“Yeah, trash bag. This tops it.” I shook my legs out and something green slithered out of my jeans, plopping onto the street near my feet. I waited a moment to see if it would crawl away but so far it looked safe. “Just… shit, hurry.”

I didn’t see the headless mouse until it was too late. Leaning against my stripped down Explorer, I took off my Converses and socks to dry out and stupidly put my foot down without looking.

In this neighbourhood, there was a pretty good chance I’d step on a needle or something like that. No, I had to find a decapitated rodent some cat probably left behind to woo his piece of tail.

Which all meant I stepped on Romeo’s damned mouse with my bare foot.

I could have gone through life not knowing when a headless mouse gets stepped on, its guts squirt out like a popped party favour. I especially didn’t need to have its smelly innards shoot out from between my toes and over my foot.

“Fucking son of a bitch.” English is a great language to swear in. There’s a guttural oomph to English I can’t get in Korean and it has a lot of hard sounds compared to my native tongue. Gearing up for another round, I was surprised to see my absinthe eyed lover drive up in his Rover.

“Hey, need a ride, sexy?” Cole-ah can dance his eyebrows above his eyes. It always makes me laugh. “I got something sleek and hot you can try out.”

“How you’d get here so fast?” I had to lean against the Explorer. Putting my foot down would just smush the rodent guts into my skin. Because I needed more smelly gore on me than I already had. “You said twenty minutes.”

“No traffic.” His nose wrinkled so I guess he’d finally gotten a whiff of me. “Man….dude… I love you but damn.”

“Don’t remind me.” I jiggled my foot. “Tell me you have something I can wipe this off with? I stepped on a mouse.”

“I can tell. You’ve got a tail hanging from between your toes.”

Pretty sure I screamed like one of my sisters. Maybe not because Cole only chuckled a bit. If I’d screamed, I’m pretty sure he would have laughed hard enough to pass out.

“Let me park the car, get you cleaned up and you can change into the clothes I brought you.” He pulled the Rover up behind my SUV and I was inflicted with the humiliation of getting my toes cleaned with window cleaner and a sunglass chamois. The Triple A guy arrived during the assault on my dignity and Cole stepped in while I hopped over to the side of the Rover to see what Cole stuffed into a duffel bag.

Working at Dorthi Ki Seu wiped away any modesty I might have had so I didn’t mind opening the Rover’s passenger door and stripping down to my briefs. Considering we were in the asshole of Los Angeles’ ghettos, I wasn’t the first mostly naked man anyone would see today. At least I was partially hidden by the door.

“Oh, Cole-ah, I love you.” He’d shoved an industrial sized bottle of hand sanitizer into the duffel along with spare clothes and a towel. “Thank you.”

Using at least half of the alcohol smelling liquid on my hair to get the stench out, the stuff dried nearly as soon as I slopped it on but I enjoyed the stink leaving my skin. I was having difficulties reaching my back when Cole-ah came around the front of the car.

“Turn around. You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep twisting like that.” Cole-ah took the bottle from me and sloshed some into his hand. I turned and he coated my back, getting into the crease of my ass below the waistband of my briefs. “Quit wiggling.”

“I can reach there.” I scolded him playfully but I let him continue. His hands moved over my shoulder blades, briefly touching the scar Sheila gave me. He kissed the spot and I made a gagging sound. The sanitizer would be disgusting to taste but he did it anyway.

There was nothing more that I wanted to do than lean against him and just stay there.

“How about if you get into the car and I’ll clean off your feet again?” He whispered into my ear, his voice seductive and hot. “You’re standing on a used condom.”

“I fucking hate you.” Muttering under my breath did no good. Cole-ah’s hearing was like a dog’s. He laughed and helped me get dressed then hoisted me up into the car before I could object.

Grabbing my foot, he scrubbed my toes with more sanitizer and the towel. Inspecting my sole, he nodded once. “There you go. All sparkly clean.”

“Until we get home and I can take a shower.” Grumbling had no effect on Cole’s wicked smile and he shut the door on me, cutting off anything I could mutter at him.

The ride home…Home… God, would I ever get used to saying that? It was a quick trip. Cole-ah had as much good luck heading back as he did coming to get me. The roads were clear with only a few snarls in the usual places but we were at the house before the smell of my clothes and shoes ate through the garbage bag Cole-ah put them in.

Cat_Photo 3I got into the shower as Neko was screaming hello at me. Grabbing the smelliest soap we had, I lathered up then worked on getting my hair clean. I was rinsing my head for the second time when the shower door opened and I felt a draft of cold air on my back and ass.

Then I felt a warm, muscular body against my back and ass and the world suddenly got so much better.

Strangely enough, I smelled kalbi on Cole when he snugged up against me.

“What are you up to?” I could feel what he was up to. His thickness pressed into the crack of my ass and my body purred all on its own.

“Do you know what today is?” His mouth followed the curve of my shoulder then Cole-ah nipped at the bend on my arm. Right after my neck, Cole-ah kissing or biting my shoulders or back drove me insane.

Okay anywhere he bit me drove me insane. And from the way he was chewing down my body, I was going to be rice noodle in a few moments.

Concentrating on what he was saying, I blinked, getting water in my eyes. “Um… no? What’s today?”

“Today, agi,” He punctuated his words with a suckling nibble on the small of my back and I had to press myself against the shower wall or I’d have slithered down the drain. “Today is exactly a year ago that we first met.”

Cole turned me around and I thanked God the shower wall had places to put soap and shampoo bottles because it gave me ledges to hold onto. The tile was warm on my skin, something else I was thankful for because when Cole-ah’s mouth wrapped around my dick, I would have gone into shock from the cold on one side and the hot on the other.

His huge hands held my hips, supporting my weight as I gripped his shoulders. That mouth…his tongue…his teeth… teased every inch of me and I nearly lost myself when I felt his throat around me. There were things he could do with that damned mouth and he did every single one of them, swallowing around me when I thought I couldn’t take much more.

His hair was wet when I stroked it and it gave me something to hold onto when he pitched my hips forward to slide a damp finger into my depths. He rocked into me, just enough to draw me into a taut bundle of nerves then his lips drew me forward, suckling and lightly biting every delicate span of skin he could find.

When he found the sweet spot inside of me, I gave in, surrendering every bit of myself into the hot clamp of his mouth. He milked me slowly, drinking in every gush pouring out of me. It was the closest I’d come to Heaven that day and knowing Cole-ah, it wouldn’t be the only time I’d die against him before the sun rose.

The coaxing fingers were now frothing my skin with soap and I let him guide me back under the warm water to wash away the suds. There were more kisses but I was sleepy and probably would have to explain the bruises I’d found on my legs during the first ten minutes of my shower. From the faint throbbing spots on my hips, there was a good chance I could convince Cole-ah he’d left them there but the stinging guilt in his enormous green eyes would do me in.

I’m man enough to tell him the truth.

Especially since he is man enough to love me while I struggled to find it.

“Happy anniversary, jagiya.” Cole kissed the corner of my mouth and the heat began to build up inside me again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, hyung.”

It was true. There was no greater truth than that. In the middle of every shit storm past and present, Cole stood in the middle, a sheltering rock I could cling to and warm my soul. It took me too long to realize that but now, I knew I could always hold onto him and the world could burn up around us and I’d be safe. He would keep me safe. I knew that now.

Even if I couldn’t feel my legs and my ass was complaining it needed more of the man holding me.

“Let me feed you. I cooked you kalbi.” He laughed when I eyed him suspiciously. “No, really. It tastes good. I even made purple rice. The panchan I got at H-Mart so you’ll just have to choke down what someone who knew what they were doing made.”

“Saranghaeyo, Cole-ah.” I needed to say in Korean, just to cement it into my soul. The corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled and I grinned back at him, a drowned rat formerly stinking of rotten cabbage.

“Saranghaeyo, Kim Jae-Min,” He replied. “Now dry off so I can tell you how we’re going to be uncles.”

Sexy Six Anniversary Short – Dirty Day by Rhys Ford
(After Dirty Laundry)

I knew the day was shitty the moment I’d gotten out to my car and found a splat of bird shit on the windshield. I should have taken that as a sign. No, instead I decided to hose it off and head out to take some shots because the light was perfect and there was a cotton candy frost of fog rolling in over the area.

Sometimes, life is trying to tell me what to do and I just don’t listen.

Which was why I somehow knew that something crappy was going to happen the moment I climbed up a fire escape to take a shot of the river and my foot shot out from under me. There wasn’t time to do much more than swear and hope. Pray perhaps but God already kind of told me I was going to have a bad day, what was I expecting from him? An air mattress?

It was only ten feet down but I couldn’t twist around in time. My thoughts as I tumbled from the fire escape were of Cole-ah and then my camera. If the fall killed me, someone would steal it because I wasn’t in a good neighbourhood. My shoes were probably going to be gone too. Classic Converses but still, practically new.

I probably thought of the shoes and camera because I didn’t want to dwell on how sad Cole would be. If Rick’s death hurt him, I think mine would kill him. There’s only so much death a man can take and hyung had taken much more than his share.

Wincing, I expected the hard ground so I was shocked when I hit in a juicy splat. Curled up as tight as I could around my camera, I struck hard and my lungs lost hold of any air they had in them, leaving me breathless and hurting. It took me a minute to first jumpstart my breathing and when I did, I found the air tasted of rotten vegetables.

That’s when I noticed I was sunken down into a spoiling stew of rotted cabbage leaves and onions, with possibly a garlic and fish head layer beneath it.

Thankfully my camera seemed dry and whole but standing up was a struggle, especially since the dumpster’s bottom seemed buried beneath refuge and gore. I hung my camera strap over one of the dumpster’s outer hooks to keep it safe while I tried to get out of the soup I’d fallen into. Television always showed people jumping in and out of the large metal rectangles with a graceful ease. The truth is far from that. I couldn’t get a purchase on the edge of the lip and when I did, my shoe’s rubber bottom slipped off in a loud squeak.

There was no way in hell I was taking my shoes off. Not while I was standing in ground zero of a chemical warfare laboratory.

The shirt only helped protect my belly a little bit because I left a curl of skin somewhere on the dumpster’s lip when I finally was able to hoist myself up. And while the alley’s cement was harder than the dumpster’s garbage, it was a hell of a lot less smelly.

But shit, it hurt. My back complained a bit, more because I landed hard on my knees and hands. Years of dancing and I could spin around a pole but try to climb out of a dumpster and I suddenly turned into a three-legged elephant.

Grabbing my camera, I squished back to my SUV and the day continued to piss on me. Trying to find a bright side to my missing tires and rims, the thieves at least propped the Explorer up on wooden blocks so whatever the round thing my wheels had been attached to weren’t on the ground. I knew where the gas went and when the lights flashed red on the dash, it was time to take it in for either oil or radiator fluid but that was pretty much all I knew about cars but I’d didn’t think the car could support its weight on its thin metal plates.

It looked like my phone survived the dunking, probably because my jeans were thick enough to ward off most of the dumpster’s liquid and I carefully dialed Triple A’s come-help-me number.

“Hey, mister!” A little boy… I think it was a boy… was sitting by the Explorer’s rear end, his stubby legs straddling a beaten up red tricycle. Snot ran down his nose and his tongue crept up from his mouth to lick at it. Swallowing, he grinned at me in that insane way kids did. “You stink!”

Caught in the voicemail loop of the call, the last thing I wanted to deal with was a booger-eating kid, especially one stupid enough to think I didn’t know I smelled like the ass end of balut-vomit. Taking one step towards him didn’t do anything to scare him off so I did the next best thing I could.

I shook furiously, splattering him with as much of the rotten cabbage stew as I could then listened to him screaming for his mother as he peddled off down the cracked sidewalk.

“Gguh-juh.” I’d be the first one to say I’d been childish. And I’d do it again. I must have turned the corner in age because all I could think was his parents didn’t teach him proper respect. They would suffer for it when he got older.

Which brought me back to my mother and sisters. As if I needed another reminder I’d failed my family.

Someone at Triple A finally answered and I began my battle. After negotiating and pleading with them to venture into a neighbourhood more known for hood than neighbour, I called Cole-ah to beg him to come pick me up.

“Hey, agi. What’s up?” His voice was warm. It was always warm, especially when he was talking to me but right then, I needed him to just sit and mumble to me over the phone until I could find a shower to wash the crap off my skin.

I gave him a brief description of what happened, leaving out the extent of the fall but there was no bullshitting him. Someone just didn’t accidentally stumble into a dumpster. He knew I’d been above it but thankfully he didn’t say anything other than ask me for the address.

Then got very quiet when I told him where he could find me.

“Really?” Sarcasm sometimes came easily to my lover. This time, it literally flew out of his mouth like a tengu searching for its next victim. “You couldn’t maybe have flown to Beirut or Afghanistan? Maybe even the Doctor could have come by in the Tardis and you could have maybe dropped in on Normandy or Waterloo?”

“Are you coming or what?” I mumbled into the phone, keeping an eye out for the kid in case he returned with a parent.

“I’ll be there.” He sighed. “Shouldn’t be more than twenty minutes.”

“Maybe you can bring a trash bag or something for me to sit on?” I sniffed myself and reeled back from the stench coming up from my body. The sun soaked through me and I was baking in the cabbage stew’s odor. “The Rover’s new…”

“Babe, a drunk gay Korean threw up on me in the Rover. I am pretty sure nothing can compare to soju and kimchi.”

“Yeah, trash bag. This tops it.” I shook my legs out and something green slithered out of my jeans, plopping onto the street near my feet. I waited a moment to see if it would crawl away but so far it looked safe. “Just… shit, hurry.”

I didn’t see the headless mouse until it was too late. Leaning against my stripped down Explorer, I took off my Converses and socks to dry out and stupidly put my foot down without looking.

In this neighbourhood, there was a pretty good chance I’d step on a needle or something like that. No, I had to find a decapitated rodent some cat probably left behind to woo his piece of tail.

Which all meant I stepped on Romeo’s damned mouse with my bare foot.

I could have gone through life not knowing when a headless mouse gets stepped on, its guts squirt out like a popped party favour. I especially didn’t need to have its smelly innards shoot out from between my toes and over my foot.

“Fucking son of a bitch.” English is a great language to swear in. There’s a guttural oomph to English I can’t get in Korean and it has a lot of hard sounds compared to my native tongue. Gearing up for another round, I was surprised to see my absinthe eyed lover drive up in his Rover.

“Hey, need a ride, sexy?” Cole-ah can dance his eyebrows above his eyes. It always makes me laugh. “I got something sleek and hot you can try out.”

“How you’d get here so fast?” I had to lean against the Explorer. Putting my foot down would just smush the rodent guts into my skin. Because I needed more smelly gore on me than I already had. “You said twenty minutes.”

“No traffic.” His nose wrinkled so I guess he’d finally gotten a whiff of me. “Man….dude… I love you but damn.”

“Don’t remind me.” I jiggled my foot. “Tell me you have something I can wipe this off with? I stepped on a mouse.”

“I can tell. You’ve got a tail hanging from between your toes.”

Pretty sure I screamed like one of my sisters. Maybe not because Cole only chuckled a bit. If I’d screamed, I’m pretty sure he would have laughed hard enough to pass out.

“Let me park the car, get you cleaned up and you can change into the clothes I brought you.” He pulled the Rover up behind my SUV and I was inflicted with the humiliation of getting my toes cleaned with window cleaner and a sunglass chamois. The Triple A guy arrived during the assault on my dignity and Cole stepped in while I hopped over to the side of the Rover to see what Cole stuffed into a duffel bag.

Working at Dorthi Ki Seu wiped away any modesty I might have had so I didn’t mind opening the Rover’s passenger door and stripping down to my briefs. Considering we were in the asshole of Los Angeles’ ghettos, I wasn’t the first mostly naked man anyone would see today. At least I was partially hidden by the door.

“Oh, Cole-ah, I love you.” He’d shoved an industrial sized bottle of hand sanitizer into the duffel along with spare clothes and a towel. “Thank you.”

Using at least half of the alcohol smelling liquid on my hair to get the stench out, the stuff dried nearly as soon as I slopped it on but I enjoyed the stink leaving my skin. I was having difficulties reaching my back when Cole-ah came around the front of the car.

“Turn around. You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep twisting like that.” Cole-ah took the bottle from me and sloshed some into his hand. I turned and he coated my back, getting into the crease of my ass below the waistband of my briefs. “Quit wiggling.”

“I can reach there.” I scolded him playfully but I let him continue. His hands moved over my shoulder blades, briefly touching the scar Sheila gave me. He kissed the spot and I made a gagging sound. The sanitizer would be disgusting to taste but he did it anyway.

There was nothing more that I wanted to do than lean against him and just stay there.

“How about if you get into the car and I’ll clean off your feet again?” He whispered into my ear, his voice seductive and hot. “You’re standing on a used condom.”

“I fucking hate you.” Muttering under my breath did no good. Cole-ah’s hearing was like a dog’s. He laughed and helped me get dressed then hoisted me up into the car before I could object.

Grabbing my foot, he scrubbed my toes with more sanitizer and the towel. Inspecting my sole, he nodded once. “There you go. All sparkly clean.”

“Until we get home and I can take a shower.” Grumbling had no effect on Cole’s wicked smile and he shut the door on me, cutting off anything I could mutter at him.

The ride home…Home… God, would I ever get used to saying that? It was a quick trip. Cole-ah had as much good luck heading back as he did coming to get me. The roads were clear with only a few snarls in the usual places but we were at the house before the smell of my clothes and shoes ate through the garbage bag Cole-ah put them in.

I got into the shower as Neko was screaming hello at me. Grabbing the smelliest soap we had, I lathered up then worked on getting my hair clean. I was rinsing my head for the second time when the shower door opened and I felt a draft of cold air on my back and ass.

Then I felt a warm, muscular body against my back and ass and the world suddenly got so much better.

Strangely enough, I smelled kalbi on Cole when he snugged up against me.

“What are you up to?” I could feel what he was up to. His thickness pressed into the crack of my ass and my body purred all on its own.

“Do you know what today is?” His mouth followed the curve of my shoulder then Cole-ah nipped at the bend on my arm. Right after my neck, Cole-ah kissing or biting my shoulders or back drove me insane.

Okay anywhere he bit me drove me insane. And from the way he was chewing down my body, I was going to be rice noodle in a few moments.

Concentrating on what he was saying, I blinked, getting water in my eyes. “Um… no? What’s today?”

“Today, agi,” He punctuated his words with a suckling nibble on the small of my back and I had to press myself against the shower wall or I’d have slithered down the drain. “Today is exactly a year ago that we first met.”

Cole turned me around and I thanked God the shower wall had places to put soap and shampoo bottles because it gave me ledges to hold onto. The tile was warm on my skin, something else I was thankful for because when Cole-ah’s mouth wrapped around my dick, I would have gone into shock from the cold on one side and the hot on the other.

His huge hands held my hips, supporting my weight as I gripped his shoulders. That mouth…his tongue…his teeth… teased every inch of me and I nearly lost myself when I felt his throat around me. There were things he could do with that damned mouth and he did every single one of them, swallowing around me when I thought I couldn’t take much more.

His hair was wet when I stroked it and it gave me something to hold onto when he pitched my hips forward to slide a damp finger into my depths. He rocked into me, just enough to draw me into a taut bundle of nerves then his lips drew me forward, suckling and lightly biting every delicate span of skin he could find.

When he found the sweet spot inside of me, I gave in, surrendering every bit of myself into the hot clamp of his mouth. He milked me slowly, drinking in every gush pouring out of me. It was the closest I’d come to Heaven that day and knowing Cole-ah, it wouldn’t be the only time I’d die against him before the sun rose.

The coaxing fingers were now frothing my skin with soap and I let him guide me back under the warm water to wash away the suds. There were more kisses but I was sleepy and probably would have to explain the bruises I’d found on my legs during the first ten minutes of my shower. From the faint throbbing spots on my hips, there was a good chance I could convince Cole-ah he’d left them there but the stinging guilt in his enormous green eyes would do me in.

I’m man enough to tell him the truth.

Especially since he is man enough to love me while I struggled to find it.

“Happy anniversary, jagiya.” Cole kissed the corner of my mouth and the heat began to build up inside me again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, hyung.”

It was true. There was no greater truth than that. In the middle of every shit storm past and present, Cole stood in the middle, a sheltering rock I could cling to and warm my soul. It took me too long to realize that but now, I knew I could always hold onto him and the world could burn up around us and I’d be safe. He would keep me safe. I knew that now.

Even if I couldn’t feel my legs and my ass was complaining it needed more of the man holding me.

“Let me feed you. I cooked you kalbi.” He laughed when I eyed him suspiciously. “No, really. It tastes good. I even made purple rice. The panchan I got at H-Mart so you’ll just have to choke down what someone who knew what they were doing made.”

“Saranghaeyo, Cole-ah.” I needed to say in Korean, just to cement it into my soul. The corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled and I grinned back at him, a drowned rat formerly stinking of rotten cabbage.

“Saranghaeyo, Kim Jae-Min,” He replied. “Now dry off so I can tell you how we’re going to be uncles.”

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