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Zen never thought staring at beautiful snowy mountains could be so boring but here he was, yawning like no tomorrow. Encouraged by the others, he and Jumin decided to go out on their own. Jumin insisted on visiting a cultural monument that was located on a different mountain than the one their hotel was on. Unfortunately the cable car they were in was incredibly slow and there was no one in the messenger app to chat with them, the RFA busy with their own adventure.
The cable car was ridiculously large, luxurious and crowded. There were safety glass panels open at the ceiling segmenting the vehicle, giving the illusion of different areas. Right now Zen was standing in front of the window in a corner, far away from everyone else, including those who constantly wanted to strike up a conversation with him. He was bored but not that bored to the point where he would entertain others with just his pretty face.
He felt someone touch his hair and turned his head to look at a familiar handsome man wearing a gentle smile.
“This low bun looks good on you. You should wear your hair like this more often.”
It always made him blush when Jumin gave him random compliments but he liked it. He had put up his hair mostly to avoid his ski jacket tugging at it but he would definitely consider Jumin’s request. He felt Jumin’s hand caress his hair a bit more and looked back outside, humming happily.
When the hand slowly moved down his neck and another hand appeared on his waist, he stopped humming. He felt Jumin breathing in his neck, the heir standing awfully close, his thick jacket shifting against his own. The hand on his waist lifted up his jacket and wasted no time sliding into his pants, his belt barely giving way and Zen could feel every movement all too well.
“Jumin-!” He panicked a bit, using both of his hands on the bar of the window to keep himself stable.
“Sssh. If you’re too loud, people are going to stare.”
Oh shit. Zen looked to his left where everyone was. Tourists were gazing at the mountains, taking pictures or conversing loudly with their friends. Others were leaning against the walls, either reading a book or staring into the distance, looking sleepy. The glass panels were opaque from the waist down and he was grateful to the designers. They may seem like two men just enjoying the scenery together, though he knew very well that one just had to look at his face to figure out something was off.
If any of them found out what they were doing right now… Shivers ran up his spine and heat pooled in his groin where Jumin’s hand just arrived, pawing at his growing erection. The glass window in front of him was fogging up with his own temperature rising.
“Hmm, you’re already this hard, huh? I always knew you were a slut for an audience.” His filthy whispers were driving Zen crazy, making him even harder. Those long fingers were now stroking him slowly, spreading his pre-cum down his member. He bit his lip, trying his best not to whimper. Jumin was flush against his back and he could feel Jumin’s hard-on right through the thick layers of fabric.
“Maybe when we go back to Korea, I’ll take you to the busiest shopping street in Seoul and force you to strip inside the most expensive warehouse they have.” He whispered into Zen’s ear and fire shot right to his face and his groin.
The hand that had been oddly absent from his body was suddenly entering the back of his pants, stretching the waistband even more and robbing Zen slightly of his air. In a matter of seconds he felt a lubed finger slide into the cleft of his ass and into his opening, stretching him gently. He moved his gloved hand to his mouth quickly to smother a gasp. His hard-on was rubbing against the glass and looking down at it also made him look down into the vast canyon below them, making him dizzy. He could barely hear Jumin over the sound of his rapidly beating heart.
“I’ll bend you over, force you against the large glass window and everyone walking by will see you, naked and needy. How long do you think it would take for people to recognize the famous musical actor Zen?”
Zen imagined himself with his hands pushing against the store window, holding himself up as he watched the shocked faces of men and women, halting mid-walk when they noticed him. Pictured some of them pointing to him and taking out their smartphones, knowing the reputation that he carefully built up over the years was now shattered with a single photo snap. More fingers stretched him and then both hands left, making Zen feel empty. They soon returned to push down his pants, cool air hitting his naked groin and a small moan left his mouth, muffled by his glove.
Fuck. He turned to look around the cable car again desperately hoping people hadn’t heard him. Don’t look, don’t look, he begged in his mind. He wasn’t sure if they didn’t know what was going on or had chosen to ignore them, all facing away from him. Shit. The latter idea made his brain go into a frenzy, the front of his underwear now properly soaked.
Somewhere in the haze, he managed to put up his hoodie in the faint hope it would hide his face better. Most people were bundled up because of the cold but he was so hot, felt sweat glide down and getting absorbed by his sweater.
“And when I take you, hard and rough, I will make you scream my name, and everyone will know that you belong to me.” Just as Jumin whispered the last word, he plunged his member deep into Zen’s ass and the actor had to bite his hand to stop him from yelling out.
The executive was doing his best to limit all his actions below the waistline, using both his hands on Zen’s waist as an anchor as he drove himself into Zen over and over, clumsiness showing his impatience. Zen held on to the bar as he was nearly pushed against the window, his stamina quickly depleting while trying to stand as still as possible. Because of their position, Jumin just wasn’t hitting him at the right angle and it was driving him mad.
Fuck, he was so close. So close so close so-
He imagined people watching him again, their smartphones right in his vision and him wanting more, hoping the whole world was watching him. As Jumin shifted and hit the right spot, he saw camera flashes and all he saw was white, trembling all over. He barely registered warmth being released deep into him, Jumin biting the back of his jacket to keep his own voice down.
Zen came down from his high, using all his willpower to calm himself down, forcing his gasps to become deep, slow breaths. He was glad Jumin was still holding him because his knees almost gave way.
After a minute, he gazed around the cable car. Nothing seemed to have changed, the crowd seemingly ignorant of what they had done. Thank god.
As stealthily as they could be, they put their clothes back in order, Zen’s jacket hiding the stain on his pants. He turned around to face Jumin, face flushed dark like his own, though it easily looked like he was just very cold. The only thing betraying the façade was the sweat drop rolling down his neck. Dark eyes looked at him, exhausted, content and a little worried.
“Was this alright? If I went too far, you should tell me-“ His voice was still low but there was no more edge in it.
“It was perfect. Thanks, Jumin.” Zen smiled and was tempted to give this man a passionate kiss but didn’t want to push his luck. He hadn’t been sure if Jumin would ever indulge him, seeing how much he hesitated when Zen told him his fantasies a long time ago but clearly he had been blessed. There was no way any of them wanted to jeopardize his career, so this was more than enough.
He caught the gaze of a young woman looking at them from the other side and almost too quickly she moved her face down at her phone, cheeks bright red and wearing a sheepish smile. Well damn. Zen hoped she had enjoyed the show. His dick twitched a bit.
When they arrived, it was as if nothing happened with tourists talking excitedly about what they wanted to see and Jumin complaining his smartphone had no reception. As Zen stepped out of the car, he felt something wet run down the inside of his thighs. He shivered violently and gave Jumin a look that told him it wasn’t because of the cold. The lust that flared up in Jumin’s eyes told Zen the message was well received.
This date was going to be anything but boring.