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In the 1v1 matches, there were so many notable and exciting moments for Justin Harvey, with everyone screaming and cheering for their favorite contestant or remarking on someone’s build. But, there was only one that was burned into Justin’s mind, and replayed in his head every night before he went to bed.

Jae Yoon’s cage match.

Justin wasn’t sure what to expect from Jae Yoon. The man was handsome, striking and tall with dark hair and eyes, and rippling muscles that made Justin take a second look. But every competitor had an impressive physique and drive that made it almost impossible to predict the outcomes of the 1v1 matches. Justin thought Jae Yoon and his competitor must be evenly matched before they went out into the ring. Jae Yoon maybe would have a disadvantage, the same one Justin shared: not being taken seriously due to their jobs as actors.

Justin could barely watch as the men entered the ring. But that was before Jae Yoon went completely feral in the cage. He was practically chasing his opponent around, also not a small guy, and was absolutely dominating. His enthusiasm was to the point where Jae Yoon’s elbow accidentally hit the man’s nose, drawing blood. It made Justin swallow seeing the look in Jae Yoon’s eyes, as the blood dropped to the floor. Justin became aware of how hard his heart was beating, eyes catching the dull yellow light highlighting Jae Yoon’s dark hair. Even  from his position up above Justin could tell: Jae Yoon was having the time of his life . 

When Jae Yoon and his opponent wrestled again, grappling with each other, hitting the ground hard, Jae Yoon rolled on top and glanced up at the clock, bright glowing red numbers counting down. Justin stared as Jae Yoon took a moment, clearly pleased and taking deep breaths, Adam’s apple bobbing and sweat slowly dropping down his back, flipping his hair back with a hint of a smile.

Fuck. Jae Yoon was hot. 

Jae Yoon let out a loud holler of joy as he was announced the winner, a blinding smile taking over his face. 

Jae Yoon was really hot.

Justin swallowed hard, feeling his cheeks heat up. Thankfully, all the other spectators were occupied heading to the next match, so he was able to take a few deep breaths. In his mind, flashes of Jae Yoon’s match pass by. The way he climbed on his component. The aggressiveness and strategy. The insanity as he put everything out there in the field. Embarrassment flooded through his body as to his horror, Justin started to feel himself getting hard. When Jae Yoon chased his opponent down, something stirred inside him, seeing that glint in his eye. Jae Yoon was a predator. And Justin was realizing just how much he’d like to be Jae Yoon’s prey. 

After the 1v1 matches were done, Justin’s eyes seemed to follow Jae Yoon everywhere. And when team battles were announced, he was laser focused on the man he knew could lead him to victory. 

Later, when the group of contestants were relaxing in the main dining area, Justin’s gaze returned time and time again to watch Jae Yoon who was laughing and talking with others about his acting work. When Justin finally tore his gaze away from the man, his gaze settled on fellow rugby player Andre, who quirked an eyebrow at him with a silent laugh. Justin shrugged it off, feeling his face heat up at being caught admiring. Jae Yoon’s bright, confident personality lit up the room, drawing everyone to him, orbiting him like planets around the sun. Jae Yoon had time for everyone, but would he have time for Justin? He wasn’t sure. Even if it was just a crumb of attention, Justin would be content with it.

When the announcer revealed it was time for team matches, Jae Yoon was honored that he was even selected to be a leader, and not in the tenth position but in seventh. It came with a burden of responsibility. He didn’t take it lightly, it meant the other contestants trusted him, admired him. He wasn’t sure if he was worthy of their admiration, but he would do his best to meet their expectations. However, there was only one person who he hoped he could truly impress.

Lee Jae Yoon gazed over the room, it was time for his next pick for his team, and he wanted to choose wisely. The other teams already had so many skilled players, and this choice had to count. His current team members were talking, helpfully making suggestions about the different stats of different people or notes about the various available personalities, but Jae Yoon couldn’t keep his eyes off one particular contestant. An actor, like him, but who also had skills that had carried him through the early challenges of the show.

Justin Harvey was tall and muscular with a perfect smile, and Jae Yoon had to admit to himself: he was just his type. Justin was from South Africa, Jae Yoon had learned, but spent a lot of time abroad before settling in South Korea to become an actor. His Korean was practically fluent, and his English? Perfectly clear with that slight lit of a South African accent. Justin’s laugh was loud, but it drew Jae Yoon in. He wanted to laugh with him every time. He wasn’t sure what drew him to Justin, maybe their shared acting history, but Jae Yoon didn’t want to write it off as simple as that. 

Jae Yoon felt his heart skip in his chest as his eyes met Justin’s. Justin gave him a small smirk, and Jae Yoon found himself interrupting the rest of his teammates. “Justin. We need him.” His teammates raised their eyebrows but ultimately, the decision was up to Jae Yoon. 

Jae Yoon had to convince himself that picking Justin was the team’s benefit. He would never admit picking him was for selfish reasons, like wanting to have Justin on his team for himself. He didn’t want another team picking him and distracting him from afar. It was better to have Justin nearby, where he hopefully would be less of a distraction. But oh how this could backfire so quickly.

Justin smiled with crinkled eyes as Jae Yoon came up to him, saying in English, “Let’s go,” and Jae Yoon had to push that rising, bubbling feeling down, and matched his smile with a small one of his own. 

“Justin, don’t sprint, you don’t have to sprint in the beginning,” Jae Yoon called, his voice carrying down into the lower part of the arena where Justin was off to a good start in his mine cart match.

With Jae Yoon’s authoritative, confident tone coloring his English, Justin could only nod. The English felt like a secret between the two of them, like Jae Yoon’s words were only meant for him. Being one of the few foreigners in the show meant that isolation was no stranger to him. But Jae Yoon had a way of bringing a little bit of familiarity to him, giving him a warm rush that only he seemed able to give. Justin was more than happy to be on Jae Yoon’s team; the group had great camaraderie and were becoming friends. They had gotten through the maze together, and their teamwork there helped him trust Jae Yoon even more. He may have been biased, but Justin believed their team was the very best, if not in strength, speed or endurance, with their passion and drive to win. 

The air in the arena was cool, creating goosebumps along his arms, but Justin knew he and the other contestants would be dripping with sweat soon enough. He had seen his other two team members struggle to push the sandbag filled carts. He had to win for his team, he had no other choice. He had locked in a strategy from observing the other groups: to push in short, powerful bursts and move all thirty bags at once.

When the whistle blew, Justin could barely hear the encouraging shouts from his teammates. Controlling his breathing, Justin quickly worked to lock the carts together and began throwing sandbags into them.

Sweat began to bead on his forehead, and he blinked hard, doing his best to still control his breaths and make every movement smooth and quick as possible. His arms shook and his lungs were on fire from the strain. For a brief moment, Justin wondered how he looked to Jae Yoon, but the thought quickly disappeared as his mind became preoccupied with moving the sandbags. Loading all of the sandbags took time, but it was worth it when he noticed he was ready to leave before the other two men. 

As he tried to push off from the starting block, for a long moment, the cart wouldn’t move. He felt panic rushing through his body as he pushed with all his might. Justin was going to let his team down. He wouldn’t be able to move this. He was too weak. With a frenzied gaze, he flitted his eyes up to the stand where the rest of his team was. All of them were screaming and cheering and encouraging him, but Jae Yoon was suddenly a wave of calm. He gave him a nod, his lips pressed together. 

There was no fear in his eyes, only the same cockiness that Justin felt so drawn too. His heart seemed to beat faster as a strength flooded through him, and he finally managed to get the cart moving with one final push. He risked a glance back up and saw Jae Yoon cheer with a huge smile on his face.

As he started to push, Justin heard the cheering pick up. This time he let it wash over him, giving his mind something to latch into while his muscles ached.

“You got this!”

“Go Justin!”

“Damn he’s moving all thirty!”

“Justin you’re a beast!”

Jae Yoon‘s yell made Justin smirk, just to himself and huff a quiet laugh. If he had been told that in any other context Justin would think the other man was flirting. But the cheers had their effect, and he was pushing harder. If his legs picked up speed and his arms had more power, Justin would keep it to himself.

Somehow, it was over in the blink of an eye. It was the longest and shortest 5 minutes and 12 seconds of his whole life. The cart came to a hard stop and Justin let out a triumphant yell at the same time. First place . His team was screaming with absolute excitement. 

Looking up at his team Justin gave them a thumbs up as he caught his breath, arms aching but in the best way. Jae Yoon’s smile was shining through his eyes as he clapped and nodded at Justin.

Justin couldn’t tell from the dim light if it was true, but it looked like Jae Yoon’s face was slightly flushed. From what Justin couldn’t tell, but Justin decided it was a good look on him.

Something was buzzing under Jae Yoon’s skin. He and his other teammates tackled Justin in a hug after he single-handedly pushed over a ton of weight on his own. Justin was dripping sweat and panting, but had the biggest and brightest smile Jae Yoon had seen. He wasn’t able to talk with him right then to congratulate and thank him, but he held onto that feeling all throughout the rest of the mine challenges. 

His team’s victory was not without sacrifice. Sungbin ended up with a nasty sprain, but still had a big smile on his face when he realized they had come in second and escaped elimination. The whole team was first in shocked silence, but they all quickly began shouting with pride as Sungbin yelled, “I did it! I made it!”

 By the end of the challenges, Jae Yoon’s voice was almost gone and his heart felt like it was beating out of his chest, but they won and none of the rest of it mattered. He loved his team: crazy, full of life and passion, and courageous. 

His team was crowded around Sung Bin and congratulating each other, yet Jae Yoon couldn’t stop glancing at Justin. Their eyes met over the top of the rest of the team’s heads, and Jae Yoon reached over to clap him on the back. His hand lingered longer than appropriate, but he could swear he saw Justin’s cheeks heated up. 

Jae Yoon’s eyes had been on him the entire night. After they all had cleaned up, his team had ended up at one of the dining tables in the cafeteria long after everyone had gone to sleep, celebrating with some soju Sungbin snuck in. The conversation was light, and Justin felt pleasantly buzzed as Sungbin drunkenly attempted to get karaoke going while the other two members of his team besides him and Jae Yoon unsuccessfully shushed him. 

“Let’s make a toast,” Jae Yoon said, interrupting Sungbin’s off key rendition of (G)I-DLE’s “Queen Card.” 

“To Sungbin for fighting through the pain. To Hyun Jeong for never giving up. To Min Kyung for doing more than your part pushing the cart. And to Justin,” Jae Yoon paused for a moment, and Justin could swear his mouth quirked up before he continued, “for being a beast out there.”

As everyone clinked their cups, Justin felt a shiver run down his spine at that word again: beast. This time, Jae Yoon had locked eyes and smirked, with no mistaking his teasing tone. Arousal shot down his body as Jae Yoon’s hot gaze met his again. He seemed to cock an eyebrow, like he was challenging Justin. 

Before he knew what he was doing, Justin blurted, “A toast to Jae Yoon, our team leader. There’s nobody who does it like you.” 

Justin felt drunk on Jae Yoon’s attention, on the way his eyes seemed to darken after his toast. Justin licked his lips, his mouth dry. Even though he was only two drinks in, he was about to do something really stupid if he kept this up. The table shook as he abruptly stood up. 

He gave a little bow to his teammates, “I’m sorry, but I’m not feeling well. I’m going to head to bed.”

Murmurs answering his statement rang out, polite Korean gestures, but Justin was already walking quickly away. He made a sharp turn toward the handicapped bathroom, a more pressing matter than his fatigue quickly becoming an issue.

He closed the door, fingers clumsily hitting the lock as he immediately pressed a hand against himself. He bit his lip to hold back a moan, palming himself through his shorts. 

You’re a beast.

Justin quickly pulled his cock free, not bothering with his pants or underwear. He was already pathetically hard and leaking, and he swore under his breath as he wrapped a hand around his cock, spreading precome down his shaft. 

Justin, don’t sprint right away.

He felt himself let out a small embarrassed moan at how affected he was by a few non-sexual words, just by having Jae Yoon’s attention on him. He quickly built a rhythm, twisting his hand as he got closer to the head. Would Jae Yoon be quick? No, he would draw it out. Make Justin beg for it. Beg for him to touch him.

Or maybe Jae Yoon would have his face contorted in pleasure with three of Justin’s fingers deep in his ass. Justin felt his hips buck at the image, his orgasm already building. He felt blind pleasure running through him. Would Jae Yoon just take it? Or would he fight Justin for control, fight him until he was forced to submit?

Heat pooled in his gut and he felt on the brink, his hand speeding up, when the door flew open. Justin let out a surprised cry as he came without warning, moaning, hips bucking wildly and eyes squeezed shut. 

There was a heavy silence in the air as Justin breathed heavily, coming down from his high. A familiar laugh resounded through the room, and his eyes flew open as he saw Jae Yoon standing there, locking the door behind him. 

“Wow Justin. I didn’t take you to be such an exhibitionist,” Jae Yoon smirked, walking slowly toward him like a tiger on the prowl.

“Fuck-I…please…ahh!” Justin let out a surprised yelp as Jae Yoon grabbed his slowly softening dick, giving it a few harsh pumps.

“I can’t believe you finished without me,” Jae Yoon said. Was he pouting?

“Wha-“ Justin started, his question turning into a whimper as Jae Yoon gave his dick another tug.

“Really Justin, I thought you were smarter than this. Weren’t you giving me a signal back there? You came into the handicapped bathroom when you could have easily masturbated in a stall. You can’t be that stupid.”

Jae Yoon somehow had cornered him against the sink, and his back pressed against it harshly as Jae Yoon kept pumping him slowly, each movement bringing out a small whimper of overstimulation. 

“Wait a second!” Justin quickly moved and grabbed Jae Yoon’s hand, stopping it.

Jae Yoon’s demeanor shifted instantly, and his cocky smile dropped. He backed up, starting to bow to Justin instantly in apology. “I’m sorry, I thought you-“

“No, that’s not what I’m saying at all,” Justin quickly continued, reaching forward and pulling Jae Yoon forward again by the waist. “I just meant…I thought this was one-sided. You…you really felt it too?”

Jae Yoon’s mouth opened and closed once as he gave Justin a look of bewilderment. “How bad is your self-awareness? I’ve been flirting with you non-stop! Would a straight man really call another man a beast?”

Justin couldn’t help himself. He let out an untamed laugh, grabbing at the back of Jae Yoon’s head. “Kiss me, you idiot.”

Jae Yoon obliged immediately, his lips pressing against Justin’s without further prodding. Justin pulled Jae Yoon forward by his hair, earning a low groan into his mouth as he allowed Jae Yoon to press him against the sink again. He tasted like peach alcohol and freedom, and nothing had ever tasted better. Jae Yoon bit at his lip, and when Justin opened his mouth to let out a moan, he slipped his tongue inside. It wasn’t long before he relinquished Justin’s lips, instead kissing along the side of his neck. He nipped gently, knowing he couldn’t leave any marks, but keen nonetheless to map out the lines of his throat. Jae Yoon was rewarded each time with tiny sounds Justin was attempting to suppress, but he treated each one like a reward for his effort. 

All of the sudden, Jae Yoon was flipped, his body slamming into the sink as Justin changed positions. A high whine left his throat as Justin showed this display of strength against him, and Jae Yoon’s dick throbbed in the confines of his shorts at this. “Please,” he whimpered. Justin was already ripping off his shirt before he spoke, starting to run his hands over his chest and abs. How Justin was able to flip the situation and gain control so quickly, Jae Yoon didn’t know, but he felt his arousal grow even stronger at this display of dominance.

“Please what?” Justin asked, a small smirk tugging at his lips. Justin began to slowly rub a thumb over each nipple, and Jae Yoon’s back arched as he let out a loud cry. “Shhh…you have to be quieter baby,” Justin whispered, not relenting the pressure on Jae Yoon’s nipples at all.

“I-I…please! T-touch me!”

“I am touching you,” Justin said, looking at Jae Yoon with false innocence in his eyes.

“Fucking touch my dick already!” Jae Yoon cried out, tears already prickling in his eyes. 

“Just ask for what you want next time baby,” Justin said, releasing Jae Yoon’s nipples from the constant stimulation and immediately pulling down his shorts and underwear in one go. He then wrapped a hand around Jae Yoon’s cock, tugging languidly. 

“Poor baby…so hard already, huh?” Justin let out a little chuckle, and when Jae Yoon dared to meet his gaze, there was an intensity to it, just like when he was pulling that cart. Primal, dominant, like he wanted to eat Jae Yoon up. 

Jae Yoon’s eyes widened as Justin sank to his knees, immediately taking him all the way down to the back of his throat. He let out a high whine, the warmth suddenly encasing his dick almost too much.

“J-Justin!! Wait!” He cried out, and another louder cry erupted from his mouth when Justin pulled off completely. “Is everything okay?” The concern was immediate in Justin’s expression. “We can stop if you need to.”

“No!” Jae Yoon’s face immediately reddened upon his frantic reply. “No…please don’t stop. I just…didn’t want to come already.”

Justin’s teasing grin came back slowly. “Oh, are we doing something after I suck your brain out through your dick?”

Jae Yoon found himself speechless, and Justin’s slow stroking of his dick didn’t improve that. 

“I…I can’t…” he moaned as Justin sank back down on his knees, swallowing around him. 

“Tell me. Tell me what you want, team leader . Or I make you come like this,” Justin smirked, releasing Jae Yoon’s cock for a moment before sinking back down. 

“Ahh…ah! I…f-fuck me!” Jae Yoon finally managed to moan out, and Justin gave the cherry-red tip of his cock one final kiss before pulling off. 

“Really…you-you want me…” Justin seemed to lose his sure confidence for a moment until Jae Yoon yanked him to his feet, immediately capturing his lips in another heated kiss. Jae Yoon could taste himself in Justin’s mouth, and he felt impossibly harder.

“Please. Tonight…fuck me.” Justin nodded at Jae Yoon’s assent, before bringing his fingers up to Jae Yoon’s lips. “Then suck, baby.”

Jae Yoon quickly took three of Justin’s fingers into his mouth, sucking on his fingers like it was his life’s mission. Justin slowly pushed his fingers to the back of Jae Yoon’s throat, eyes darkening at the choked noises Jae Yoon made as he took them as far as he could. 

“God baby…you look like you were made to take cock, huh?” Justin marveled, leaving his fingers in the back of Jae Yoon’s throat until drool began to drip down the side of his chin. 

Finally he removed them, flipping Jae Yoon around and pulling his hips back harshly with one hand. Jae Yoon felt heat rise at this new position, his ass presented to Justin like a bitch in heat.

Smack! Jae Yoon yelped as he felt a sharp sting on his left ass-cheek. 

“I know we’re in this whole thing to find the perfect physique…but Jae Yoon, baby , you’ve got it right here.” 

“Ah-ha,” Jae Yoon chuckled weakly, feeling heat spread down his neck and to his chest. 

“Okay…I’m sorry we don’t have real lube. I can’t say I expected to be fucking my team leader in the bathroom during the competition, but I’m not mad about it,” Justin said with a smile in his words. One slick finger swirled around Jae Yoon’s rim and he had to remind himself to relax. 

“Ah-ahh,” he groans out, wincing at the intrusion. 

Justin slowed down, stopping his finger about halfway. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah. You can keep going. It’s just…been a while,” Jae Yoon gritted out, forcing his body to accept the intrusion as Justin’s first finger finally slipped all the way in. 

Slowly, Jae Yoon managed to accept all three of Justin’s fingers, panting as they finally sunk all the way in. 

Justin rubbed Jae Yoon’s thigh as he adjusted, murmuring, “You’re taking it so well baby.”

“Ah-I…I’m ready.”

“Are you sure? We can take as long as you-”

“Justin, if you don’t put your dick in me in the next two minutes, I’m fucking you.”

“That’s hardly the threat you think it is, baby,” Justin teased, but he took out his fingers slowly. 

Justin brought up his palm to his mouth, ready to spit, but Jae Yoon quickly caught his hand, forcing it back down by his side. “Let me,” he said, quickly sinking to his knees, taking Justin’s dick into his mouth eagerly. It’s sloppy, spit dripping all over the floor, slurping noises filling the small bathroom, but Justin felt his second orgasm approaching too quickly. 

“Ahh…Jae Yoon…I think you got it wet enough,” he gritted out between pants, squeezing his cock at the base to prevent coming too fast. 

Jae Yoon’s eyes looked glassy as Justin grabbed him by the hair, pulling him backwards off his cock. 

“W-what?” Jae Yoon murmurs, his lips shiny with spit. 

“I said I’d come again if you kept that up,” Justin smirked, reaching down and grabbing Jae Yoon’s chin. “You’re cock-dumb already, baby. Can’t wait to make you forget everything except my name.” 

Jae Yoon just nodded, stumbling to his feet. He bent over the sink again, immediately back in position. 

“Good boy,” Justin murmured, stroking along Jae Yoon’s back. He looks at the rippling muscles there, the hard leaking cock plastered against his stomach. Jae Yoon easily could overpower him again if he wanted, but the fact that his competitor, his teammate , allowed him to have him like this didn’t escape Justin’s mind. 

“Okay…I’m going to push in now. Just say the word and I’ll stop, okay?”

Jae Yoon didn't say anything, so Justin reached over and squeezed his hip. “Baby, did you hear me?”

“Y-yes! Fuck, please just push it in! Please just-” Jae Yoon’s rambling was cut off by a loud moan as he arched his back, Justin’s dick stretching him past comprehension. 

“Shit baby, you’re so tight,” Justin moaned out in English, his own inhibitions gone as he sank into Jae Yoon’s heat. 

Justin bottomed out, and Jae Yoon winced as he adjusted to the stretch. Justin’s eyes were squeezed shut as he felt Jae Yoon begin to rock back, whimpering. “Baby…just hold on a second,” Justin managed to grit out, grabbing Jae Yoon’s hips to prevent him from moving more.

After a few more moments, Justin brought his other hand to Jae Yoon’s other hip, and Jae Yoon felt a rush of anticipation. Without warning, Justin pulled out, slamming right back in. Jae Yoon yelped in surprise, as Justin set a brutal pace right off the bat. 

“J-Justin! Ahh!” Jae Yoon moans, feeling the tight grip of Justin’s fingers. He hoped there would be bruises in the shape of them tattooed on his body tomorrow. Jae Yoon scrambled for something to hold onto, for a way to ground himself from the sudden overwhelming sensations, and so he grabbed onto the sink handles, gripping hard as Justin continued his pace. 

“Taking…taking me so well,” Justin breathed out, suddenly pushing forward Jae Yoon’s upper body so he was 90 degrees. This new angle made stars explode across Jae Yoon’s vision as he finally felt his prostate being slammed into. 

“Fuck!! A-AH! Justin!” Jae Yoon whined, tears springing to his eyes yet again. 

“There it is,” Justin grunted out, shifting so he was nailing the gland with every thrust. Jae Yoon’s pitched moans were music to Justin’s ears, and he sought to make them louder, picking up his intensity even more. 

“Please! I-please!!” Jae Yoon whined, pulling the handles. A slight pop rang out, but the breathing of the two men picking up covered it. 

“You can take it. Come on!” Justin grunted, and when Jae Yoon’s hand attempted to sneak between his legs, Justin smacked it, grabbing his hands and pinning them to the sink as he leaned over Jae Yoon’s back. Tears freely were rolling down Jae Yoon’s face as he cried out, “No! Please…I-I need-”

Justin landed a harsh smack against his ass again, and muttered in Jae Yoon’s ear, “You’ll come on my cock alone.”

“I-I can’t!” Jae Yoon practically screamed, and Justin smirked to himself. A challenge then.

He reached a hand up, wrapping it around the front of Jae Yoon’s throat. He gave Jae Yoon a chance to get away, but when Jae Yoon reached a hand up to press the hand there more harshly, Justin took this as an invitation to start squeezing.

The moan that Jae Yoon let out was pornographic. Justin used his other hand to grab at Jae Yoon’s waist and pin it tightly to the sink. A few more thrusts, another tight squeeze to his throat, and the groan Justin let out in Jae Yoon’s ear with the words, “Come for me, baby,” were all it took for Jae Yoon to let out a high keen, come spurting all over the mirror as Jae Yoon contracted around him. 

A few more timed thrusts had Justin coming deep inside Jae Yoon. As his seed painted the walls of Jae Yoon’s hole, Justin wished he could keep it there. 

Somehow, Jae Yoon was still shaking as Justin came down from his high, and suddenly a loud crack made its way through the bathroom and water exploded in Jae Yoon’s face. Jae Yoon let out a surprised yelp as he was squirted in the face with sink water from the broken handles he was holding in his hand.

“Shit! Help me-” Jae Yoon turned around to see Justin doubled over and laughing. Jae Yoon found himself letting out a wild laugh as well, stepping away from the water as he clutched at Justin’s shoulders. 

As they both caught their breaths, the reality of what had just transpired caught up to them, and their laughs melted into soft giggles, and finally tired smiles. That smile. The one Justin craved so badly to shine on him not even a day earlier lit up the room. Justin closed his eyes, resting his forehead on Jae Yoon’s. His body ached in only the best way as he inhaled the scent of sweat and sex.

“Damn, what are we going to do about the sink?”

Jae Yoon was laughing again, body heaving. Justin drank up that delicious sound. He didn’t know what the future would hold, but they would face it together. 

The next morning was a rest day, and Jae Yoon made a valiant attempt at a normal gait to his walk, almost no hint of a limp, which Justin was only a little disappointed with. He wanted to show off his work and show everyone Jae Yoon was his. If he saw faint indents of his fingers around Jae Yoon’s throat, only the two of them would realize how he got them. 

But also, he couldn’t help but feel slightly bad, and equal parts proud, as Jae Yoon gingerly sat down across from him and Sungbin, placing his breakfast tray down on the table. The team were in high spirits, joking and laughing, oblivious to Jae Yoon’s plight. Justin smiled at Jae Yoon, recalling the noises the other man made that previous night, crying on his….

Breaking that train of thought quickly before he got too hard, Justin tore his gaze away looking around the hall, trying hard to not focus too much on the memory of Jae Yoon’s warm skin under his hands, muscles rippling from each thrust.

Pure thoughts, pure thoughts, 

Across the hall, Andre caught Justin’s eye with yet another knowing look. Andre lifted his cup up, almost like toast. 

Justin’s ears burned and brought his attention back to his team. Jae Yoon was smiling at him, soft and warm, and one of Jae Yoon’s feet brushed against his own, moving up in a pattern Justin could tell was intentional. The rest of the competition would be more than satisfying, Justin decided, returning Jae Yoon’s smile.