Chapter 8

From the shape underneath, Min-a felt his breath hitch in his throat.

“No way..that can't be..” He breathed, leaning off the street light to stand in front of the garage. “A Mustang?!” Min-a cried out.

“I’m pleasantly surprised you know what it is before I took off the cover, I thought you were an influencer?” Seung-ho chuckled, driving the car out.

“Influencers don’t equal uneducated.” Min-a snapped, getting into the passenger seat.

Seung-ho plugged his iPhone 6s into the radio and started to play some white band music.

“Coldplay?” Min-a asked, recognizing the vocals from the song they did with BTS.

That immediately got Seung-ho’s attention. “You know Coldplay?! Oh, Min-a, you might actually end up in my bed tonight.” He chuckled, but the younger man didn’t find it funny at all. He was as pale as a ghost as soon as the words left his lips.

“Are you okay?” Seung-ho looked sideways at him while trying to maintain eye contact with the road.

“I’m okay.” Min-a said in a low inaudible voice, almost wheezing as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He swathed his shirt forward to cover half of his thighs.

Seung-ho noticed his subtle action. “I see that was too much.” he spoke up, “I forget you kids of this generation are so sensitive.”

“Says the man from the generation that thinks some dust of make-up on a man would cancel out his entire masculinity.” Min-a shot back at him.

“Ou, feisty, I like that.” Seung-ho kissed his teeth, swaying his neck sideways to see Min-a sitting rigidly. He chuckled when he saw his straight back and how his eyes kept darting between the road and his hands on the steering wheel.

“Hey..” Seung-ho attempted to comfort Min-a by placing his hand on his thighs but his hand coiled around something thick and...long.

Min-a’s face went from pale to a bright red shade. He had been hiding his raging boner from Seung-ho ever since he joked about wanting him in his bed.

Up until now, he didn’t even know what had got him so aroused about his insinuation.

The most awkward thing wasn’t the fact that Seung-ho was chuckling like a maniac at intervals, but the fact that he was yet to let go of Min-a’s warm cock.

He acted so casually about it. Like he wasn’t holding another man’s private part in his hand.

Min-a’s ability to form sentences was cut off without further notice.

The heat from his cock pulsating through his denim shot got Seung-ho even more aroused. Somehow, he managed not to crash the car. He didn't have that much self-control in him, it was just the idea of crashing a car he purchased for millions that gave him more self-control.

“Fuck…” Seung-ho growled as he moved his hands across Min-a’s hard length covered by the light shirt and denim shorts.

The way Seo Min-a’s rosy lips parted to let out sharp breaths got him thinking of stopping the car to suck his dick.

“Can you… can you stop…” Min-a struggled to speak but Seung-ho intensified his strokes, causing him to lose his train of thought.

“What were you saying?” Seung-ho teased in a cocky voice, observing Min-a’s flushed face.

“Stop!” Min-a swatted his hands away from his erection, regaining some composure.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he snarled, his voice rising in frustration.

Seung-ho as usual looked unfazed by Min-a’s outburst. He knew one thing, Min-a didn’t have a good excuse to be aroused in his car when it was just them alone.

After a moment of awkward silence, he finally spoke up.

“When was the last time you got laid?”

“I have a girlfriend.” Min-a blurted out arrogantly.

“I understand, but that’s not what I asked. When was the last time you got laid?” Seung-ho repeated, feigning insensitivity to his claim.

Min-a kept his mouth closed. Refusing to reply to such an inquisitive question.

“Min-a, you were seen with Anitta in Paris a week ago, it can’t be that hard.” Seung-ho stared at him while all Min-a did was shake his head.

He couldn’t say he did it all for a public stunt, he did sleep with some women but there was nothing special about them.

It was the rain...that was it. The rain was the reason he was horny as fuck. The cold weather made his nipples tingle against his shirt.

“It’s the rain,” Min-a spoke out impulsively, but the moment it left his mouth, he regretted it. He felt stupid.

Seung-ho chuckled, looking out of his windscreen, “oh, it started raining,” he stared at Min-a again, “and you are still hard.”

His gaze lingered on his lengthy bulge a bit longer.

“So are you.” Min-a returned as he noticed Kwan Seung-ho’s cock shamelessly pointing upward.

The myth about slim tall boys was true after all, Seung-ho’s manhood was noticeably huge.

“You can go to the back seat and get that fixed,” Seung-ho suggested to the younger man, indicating his erection.

For a second, Min-a thought of jerking off and moaning dramatically in the back seat with Seung-ho in front of the car, but he quickly killed the thought.

Having a conversation about their arousal was not what he expected today when he arrived at his door. He wasn't even high, however, he felt lightheaded and disgustingly horny.

“I’m cool.” Min-a shook his head defiantly.

“Of course, you are.” Seung-ho retorted before he packed the car by the roadside. “Well, I’m not doing a Red Carpet with an erection. I'm a man of ethics.” He winked at Min-a before leaning his chair back, giving him a full view of his body.

“Wait for a moment…seriously?” Min-a cried out, panic slipping out of his voice.

“You are straight, right?” Seung-ho unbuckled his belt in a fluid motion.

Min-a swallowed hard, his eyes following the older man’s hands that he forgot to say the words that were stuck in his dry throat. “Yes, right!” He declared.

Seung-ho smirked at his palpable reaction, leaning back on the chair and drawing his trousers down to reveal white Calvin Klein briefs.

“You see that bus stop shelter over there…” he pointed out of the window at a dull light simmered by the rain pouring. “You can go wait there, I'll hunk when I'm done.”

Seung-ho pulled his briefs down without hesitation and his thick cock sprang free. In contrast to Min-a’s erection, he was a bit thicker.

Saliva poured out of Min-a’s mouth as he stared long at his art coach’s cock; it was glorious.

He blinked as indecent, explicit thoughts clouded his mind, then quickly shook his head as if to push the image out of his mind.

“You can’t jerk off now. I’m here!”

As if to prove he would do exactly that in his presence, Seung-ho opened the glove box in front of Min-a to fetch a lube bottle.

“You keep lubricant in your car?” Min-a shock was evident in his tone, but he got no reply.

Soon, Seung-ho started to let out low, erotic groans.

The sounds were barely audible but coupled with the sloppy movement of him jerking off with his eyes closed…he had Min-a’s complete attention. His hardened cock grew to a painful length that he decided to set it free too, pulling down his shorts.

This unexpected action caused Seung-ho to snap his eyes at him.

Min-a’s face heated up as it met with his art coach’s passionate gaze but he didn’t shy away from him.