Chapter 114: Alpha’s Jealousy
by GideonThe beer in the glass spilled, soaking the plate, the utensils, and Jubin’s pants.
Their clasped hands broke apart as if they had never been joined.
“Hyung, are you okay?” Zion asked hurriedly, checking for injuries.
Actor Park was flustered. “Ah, Jubin-ssi. I’m so sorry. I didn’t see the beer glass in front of me.”
As he spoke, Actor Park grabbed a handful of tissues and scrubbed the wet part of Jubin’s thigh.
“It’s okay. It happens.”
Jubin also took out some dry tissues and roughly wiped the moisture from his other thigh.
“Ah, your clothes are a mess. I’m truly sorry,” he apologized repeatedly.
Jubin hurriedly wiped the water away, shaking out his pants as if nothing had happened.
“It’ll dry quickly. Don’t worry about it,” he said.
Though his underwear was completely soaked, the dark color of his pants hid the stains.
“Sunbae, use this to finish drying up.”
Zion took the wet tissues away and handed him a dry handkerchief. It was the one Jubin had given him as a gift, and it was still heavily infused with his scent.
“Yeah, thanks.”
After handing over the handkerchief, Zion stepped outside for a moment.
Jubin’s eyes followed him, but he was too busy accepting Actor Park’s continuous apologies to ask Zion where he was going.
With the minor incident resolved, the conversation at the table resumed.
A fair amount of time had passed, but Zion still hadn’t returned.
Did he pass out in the restroom? He hasn’t even been drinking… The rational suspicion only made Jubin more anxious.
Just as he was considering trying to call Zion when the opportunity arose, his phone buzzed.
Come to the parking lot next to my pride and joy.
Jubin slipped out of the store, pretending to go to the restroom. After rounding the corner, he found the alleyway leading to the parking lot beside the shop.
The parking lot was empty, the entrance chain locked—the attendant must have already gone home. It was pitch-black, the surrounding buildings blocking out any streetlights.
The eerie atmosphere made him dread the thought of someone covered in blood bursting out of the shadows.
“Ugh, I really don’t want to go in there…”
Just as he was hesitating, a gentle voice called out.
“Hyung, over here.”
Relying on that voice, I hurried toward its source. I spotted Zion standing in front of a small container building.
“Were you scared? Why couldn’t you come in?”
He gently took my hand, pulling me closer.
“It’s too dark here. And there’s no caretaker. Are we really allowed to just walk in like this?”
“It’s fine. I rented the place for the day.”
Following him up the stairs to the second-floor parking area, I saw his car parked alone in the empty lot.
He opened the back door and said, “I’ll keep watch. Go ahead and change.”
A designer shopping bag was resting on the seat.
“Did you go buy something?”
“You get cold easily. And the beer will smell—you should change before you catch a cold.”
“Thank you.”
“Tell me if the size is wrong. I’ll go exchange it.”
“Yeah, I’ll change and be right out.”
As Jubin climbed into the backseat, Zion turned off the interior light and shut the door for him. When he tore open the smooth plastic packaging, the distinct scent of new clothes wafted out.
“You even bought a top and underwear.”
For something bought in a hurry, the size was a perfect fit.
Just as Jubin was about to hurriedly strip off his wet pants and pull down his briefs—worrying someone might walk in—the door swung open.
“…!”
For some reason, Zion had suddenly pushed his way inside. Jubin flinched, covering his crotch with the clothes he was holding.
“Why—Why? What’s wrong?”
Click. Zion locked the door.
“How’s the size?”
Jubin scanned the area outside the tinted windows, his body tense. There was no one around, yet the tension in the air only mounted.
“I was just about to change, and then you walked in. Did someone come?”
“No, no one else is here.”
“Then why did you come in?”
“Because I’m going to do it for you.”
Once again, he left out the object of his sentence.
“Do… what?”
Before Jubin could even process the question, Zion’s hand swept down, stripping his briefs away in a single, decisive motion.
“W-wait! What are you—!”
In a flash, Jubin was half-naked. Zion’s lips immediately crashed against his, their kiss deep and demanding.
Mmm…
Now that I think about it, we’ve both been so busy lately. It’s been forever since we’ve been alone together like this.
Zion’s tongue and pheromones flooded his mouth, slipping past his parted lips. As he desperately sucked on the other man’s tongue, Jubin’s heart hammered against his ribs, terrified someone might walk in.
“Hah, mm… Zion, ah…”
As if his name were a trigger, Zion began to devour his tongue and red lips with even more frenzy.
The kiss was raw, explicit, and utterly obscene.
Backed into a corner, Jubin flinched, his waist twitching as a jolt of electricity shot up from his groin and fingertips.
It’s probably because it’s been so long since we last touched, he thought.
“Hngh… stop, what if someone comes…”
“No one’s coming. Just relax.”
Zion’s cold hand strayed, secretly roaming around Jubin’s perineum.
“Ah, Zion… ah…”
“Do you have any idea how much I’ve been holding back?”
I know, Jubin thought. I know because you were practically vibrating with frustration whenever we met on set, and you were desperate to touch me every time we ran into each other in the waiting room.
Even during their brief breaks, Zion would follow him around like a lost puppy, constantly calling out, “Hyung, Hyung.”
“That’s because you’re so obvious about it,” Jubin retorted.
“But avoiding me so blatantly is just cruel. I’m hurt.”
Am I the only one who has to hide our relationship? Jubin wanted to snap back. If it’s going to be like this, why don’t we just go public?
“It’s not because I don’t want you. And this place is dangerous. Just calm down!”
“No one’s coming. I’ll just touch you, okay?”
His gaze met mine, burning with a raw, unbridled lust as he tangled his tongue with mine. He had become so skilled, his kisses alone enough to steal my soul. The kiss, a sweeping torrent of desire, felt like a starving beast finally quenching its thirst.
My body craved him just as much. After countless hours spent together, the mere scent of his sweet pheromones and the familiar touch of his hands sent my lower half into a frenzy. I had been completely tamed.
“Hah… it’s getting on the seats…”
“It’s our car, Hyung. Let it all out.”
The slightest brush of his hand sent a flood of slick from my erect cock. It was a thick, viscous fluid, heavy with desire.
Embarrassed, I tried to close my legs, but he soothed me with a coaxing tone.
“Open your legs. That way, I can love you properly.”
His hands pried my legs wide open. Even in the dim light, his green eyes burned with an unmistakable lust as they fixed on me.
“…Do it at home.”
“How am I supposed to go home when I’m this hard?”
“If you just left it alone, I’d find a way…”
“Let’s just get one round out of the way before we go. I want to see you come, Hyung.”
I still couldn’t get used to him speaking informally to me.
He was already brimming with lust, but our schedules had kept us apart, preventing us from even seeing each other properly. When I’d drawn a line and told him no when he tried to touch me on set, he must have taken it as a deliberate snub. Now, he was coming at me even harder.
“You’re the one who’s been building this up, so why am I the one—ah.”
“If we fuck right here, we’re not getting home tonight. But if you want it, Hyung, I’m game.”
A handsome smirk tugged at his lips. The long, slender fingers that had been teasing the skin around my perineum suddenly thrust deep inside me.
“Ah…!”
The sensation was so unfamiliar after all this time that Jubin’s thighs trembled with pleasure.
Warm lips trailed from the bridge of Jubin’s nose to his philtrum, then moved to his cheek and earlobe. At the moist kisses, Jubin let out a ragged breath and tightened his lower body.
“Hngh… your hands are so cold…”
“Is that why you’re eating me? To warm me up?”
Now that he was stimulating Jubin’s inside, Jubin was dying of pleasure.
“Ngh… deeper…”
“Here?”
He pushed in another finger, firmly pressing against the hard spot.
“Hah…!”
It was such a sensitive spot that Jubin’s waist twisted the moment it was touched. He gripped the man’s shoulders tightly, instinctively pulling his hips back.
As if refusing to let go, the man’s hand followed, pressing even harder into the secret place.
“Haah, ahh…!”
Jubin’s entire body trembled violently.
“Hearing you moan like that… I’ve already gone hard.”
“Then let’s just… go home…”
“No.”
He refused flatly, his tone suddenly switching to a childish demand.
“Do it here.”
He always drops the honorifics when he’s being stubborn, doesn’t he? And today, he seemed especially determined, refusing to budge an inch.
He was never this impatient. Even as Jubin tried to play along, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
“We agreed not to do this in public. Why are you acting like this…?”
Ignoring him, the other man licked Jubin’s flat chest, taking his hardened nipple into his mouth and rolling it around with his tongue.
See? He’s not even listening. This is so strange.
Could he be…
Jubin stared at him, his gaze dazed and entranced, before asking bluntly.
“Zion, are you mad?”
A brief silence fell between them.
Yet, the hand still working below him continued its relentless stimulation, producing obscenely wet, squelching sounds.
His touch grew rougher, mirroring the darkening intensity of his gaze. So he really is mad.
“Ngh, hah… You have to tell me…”
The sheer intensity of the pleasure blurred his vision. He was short of breath. The space below his legs had been chilly, but now it was stiflingly hot, filled with the heat of his own arousal.
The warmth of their bodies and their ragged breaths met, condensing into droplets of steam that grew larger on the cold glass window.
Jubin clung to Zion, panting, as Zion wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him flush against his body.
“Tell me… please, huh?”
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