Spark Chapter 7.2 - Rendezvous

Park Solchan, who had been taking a breath of fresh air outside the filming set, checked his wristwatch once, glanced at the approaching figure, and then checked his wristwatch again. It was two in the morning. His immediate thought was, ‘Just as I expected.’ It was not just any other schedule; it was a two-day, one-night shoot in a place teeming with people. There was no way CEO Go would leave Cha Bae-woo unattended.

“CEO Go, you… you came?”

Go Baekwoo nodded and patted Park Solchan’s shoulder a couple of times. Park Solchan understood immediately. It was time to clock out. He was glad he’d put on his coat before coming out.

“Where’s Cha Hongjo?”

“He’s inside, but I think filming will wrap up soon. You can wait here….”

It was a shoot for an entertainment program where celebrities stayed together for two days and one night, divided into teams, and competed in various games. It was ‘entertainment’ for the viewers, but for the celebrities who had to stand in front of the camera from morning till dawn, it was like a grueling retreat. However, since it was a popular program that all the trending celebrities appeared on, they competed to join when offered. Of course, Cha Hongjo also received an offer, and he accepted it after promising Go Baekwoo that he would focus on choosing his next project after this program.

Now that he had secured the promise he so desperately wanted, there should have been no problems. But Go Baekwoo didn’t like the fact that Cha Hongjo had to spend two days and one night in a place swarming with people. Not only did he not like it, but he actually argued and even fought with Cha Hongjo, asking if he really had to appear on the show. Cha Hongjo was stubborn, sometimes, no, whenever it came to things he’d set his mind on. As always, Go Baekwoo lost in the end, but losing didn’t mean he gave up completely.

Even though he was a somewhat more respectable CEO now, even if it was just for show, he still had to work, so he sent Park Solchan in his place today. But how could he possibly concentrate on work? From the moment Cha Hongjo started filming, Go Baekwoo couldn’t think of anything else. He kept repeating Cha Hongjo’s name as if his brain was malfunctioning. Cha Hongjo, sitting among other celebrities in his impeccable attire. Cha Hongjo, exuding charm with his more refined words and actions than usual. People, bugs… who would be bewitched and entangled by him, even with the blink of an eye.

“No!”

When his imagination reached its extreme, he screamed without realizing it. His startled secretary knocked on the door from outside and asked, “CEO Go, are you alright?” His face flushed. He rubbed his face and sent the secretary away, trying to calm himself down. No matter who flirted with him, Cha Hongjo only had him now. So, calm down. Calm down…. It was impossible. Even if Cha Hongjo wasn’t swayed, the thought of those bastards trying to flirt with him made his blood boil. How dare they covet what’s his?

It was after a meeting with the director of a rookie actor’s debut project, who was about to make his debut soon. He didn’t even remember what they talked about. He was constantly thinking about Cha Hongjo. He didn’t even drink, intending to rush to Cha Hongjo as soon as the meeting was over. But the damn director got drunk and became more and more talkative. It wasn’t easy finding the right time to leave. It was an exhausting day in many ways.

“How much longer?”

Go Baekwoo wiped his face with the sudden rush of fatigue and asked Park Solchan.

“Soon… Oh, there.”

Just then, as if filming had ended, several people were coming out of the set. They seemed to be going out for a smoke. Among them, as expected, was Cha Hongjo. Go Baekwoo turned his body in the direction of Park Solchan’s gaze and immediately locked eyes with Cha Hongjo. In the pitch-black night, Cha Hongjo, who had been filming since morning, should have looked tired, but he was glowing as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep. As he took him in, the surrounding scenery and other people faded from view.

Go Baekwoo ran towards the shining target.

“Cha Hongjo.”

He uttered the name that brought a sweet taste to his tongue every time he called it. His body melted involuntarily. He could breathe again. He felt alive again.

“What?”

Since Go Baekwoo had two meetings scheduled today, Cha Hongjo had assumed that no matter how much he wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to come to the set. So he was quite surprised by his appearance.

“When did you get here?”

Suddenly, he felt a tingling sensation in his shoulder blades and his knees weakened. He wondered if it was because he was surprised, but it wasn’t. It was the release of stress that had accumulated from being surrounded by others, talking nonsense, and playing childish games. He always felt this way after filming when he saw Go Baekwoo. It was just more intense today.

Cha Hongjo wasn’t the only one captivated by Go Baekwoo’s striking appearance, which stood out even among renowned celebrities. Cha Hongjo glanced around and then whispered, “Let’s go to the car,” throwing away his unlit cigarette without hesitation and started walking. Go Baekwoo followed, matching his pace.

Not content with escaping to the car, Cha Hongjo instructed Go Baekwoo to drive as far away from the filming set as possible, to a secluded spot. Go Baekwoo laughed emptily and did as he was told without complaint. Then he suddenly asked, “Is it okay to leave without saying goodbye?” To which Cha Hongjo replied, “Fuck saying goodbye, I’ll be a son of a bitch if I see their faces again,” and started complaining about this person and that person.

It seemed he was exhausted from spending the whole day with other people, given his temperament. Go Baekwoo thought, ‘I’ll call the director later,’ and drove into the alley behind the broadcasting station. There was a mountain further up the road. He was planning to park the car at the foot of the mountain. They could go home, but this place was closer. At this time on a weekday, no one in their right mind would come this way, so it was practically the same as being at home. In other words, Go Baekwoo, who had been restless all day thinking about Cha Hongjo, was out of his mind. He was impatient. Every minute, every second was precious. The time he could touch Cha Hongjo was dwindling.

At the foot of the mountain, where only insects chirped, a black sedan was parked in a corner, hidden from the streetlights. The windows, tinted darker than the night sky, were fogged up.

Immediately after parking, Go Baekwoo hurriedly unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned towards Cha Hongjo. Cha Hongjo opened his lips and accepted Go Baekwoo’s tongue, buckling his seatbelt at the same time.

Deftly caressing each other, their tongues delved deeper, concealing their presence, and their skin gradually became exposed. Tightly fastened buttons popped open, and the fronts of their pants parted loosely. As if not wanting to waste even a single drop of saliva that pooled beneath their tongues, the two men thoroughly explored and drank from each other’s mouths.

Thud. Go Baekwoo reclined the passenger seat. Cha Hongjo, now lying down, wrapped his arms around Go Baekwoo’s neck and pulled him closer. Their bare chests touched. They exchanged firm touches and burning heat.

Cha Hongjo placed his hand on Go Baekwoo’s chest and slid it down to below his navel. He could clearly feel the firm pectoral and abdominal muscles under his palm, and as he went lower, a burning sensation warmed his fingers. Finally, his fingers reached Go Baekwoo’s waistband and pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift motion. A large penis, which had been tightly confined against his thigh, sprang up. The penis, obscuring his straight navel, was already leaking clear fluid. Cha Hongjo’s lower body was in a similar state. Go Baekwoo also reached for Cha Hongjo’s pants, and Cha Hongjo lifted his lower body. The fabric covering his legs slid down, revealing smooth thighs. Between his thighs, a penis, beautifully flushed as if painted with red watercolor, protruded prominently.

“Ha….”

Go Baekwoo held both his own and his lover’s penis and moved his hips up and down. Their mingled pre-cum wet their thighs. With their kiss rekindled, saliva mixed and melted in their hot breaths.

After kissing until their lungs felt constricted, Go Baekwoo let go of the penis he had been holding and murmured, “Turn over.” Cha Hongjo raised his head, gently kissed Go Baekwoo’s lips once more, and without a moment’s hesitation, turned over. Fluids dripped and then flowed from his penis, which had been caressed by Go Baekwoo’s touch, staining the seat. Plop.

“Ah….”

Just then, Go Baekwoo, kneeling on the floor of the car, grabbed and spread Cha Hongjo’s buttocks.

As he pressed his thumbs and pulled the skin tighter, the intimate area was fully revealed. The area, tinged with the same pink hue that sometimes graced Cha Hongjo’s cheeks when he was embarrassed, twitched slightly. Go Baekwoo slid his right thumb over the area and slowly pushed it inside the entrance.

“Ah….!”

Cha Hongjo jerked his head back and looked behind him. Go Baekwoo, who briefly met Cha Hongjo’s gaze with what seemed like a request for permission in his eyes, pressed his lips against Cha Hongjo’s before he could react. Cha Hongjo turned his head back to the front and then lowered it completely.

“Heut…eut!”

Go Baekwoo’s tongue touched the inside of the now widened opening. While the sensation of fingers or a penis entering was now familiar, the feeling of being sucked by lips and moistened by a tongue was still novel. Cha Hongjo reflexively clenched his fingers. His sweat-drenched palm stuck to the leather seat.

“Ah…ah.”

A slippery and hot piece of flesh licked his inner walls. At the same time, pursed lips sucked at the entrance. Even Cha Hongjo, usually composed during sex, became embarrassed at times like this. A strange shiver ran from his lower body, where he could hear sounds similar to those made during kissing, all the way to the top of his head. His already heated body temperature rose even further, as if oil had been poured onto a burning fire.

“Ung, ah…ah, ah….”

The long tongue probed quite deep and moistened him as much as it could. Cha Hongjo’s skin also became damp with sweat. The heat radiating from him made the inside of the car even more humid. Flustered, Cha Hongjo flailed his hands and grabbed onto whatever he could find. Something cold touched his palm. It was the car window.

The tip of the tongue, which had been slickly rubbing his mucous membrane, slid out. At the same time, the hand touching the car window slid across it, leaving a streak shaped like a rainbow’s arc. Handprints remained on the moisture-covered car window, and the wiped areas gradually became cloudy again.

Go Baekwoo buried his nose in Cha Hongjo’s thigh, inhaled, and opened his lips to bite the skin. “Ah,” Cha Hongjo’s thigh trembled momentarily. The hole, fully exposed due to his buttocks being held apart, twitched more intensely than before. Cha Hongjo’s inner thighs were soaked with accumulated pre-cum. Go Baekwoo saw this but leisurely savored Cha Hongjo. He nuzzled his nose into every nook and cranny where Cha Hongjo’s unique scent was particularly strong and inhaled. Then, he opened his lips and sucked hard, leaving a reddish mark, as if he would swallow Cha Hongjo whole. He left sharp bite marks where only he could find them, unless Cha Hongjo was naked.

After tormenting his ankle and the protruding bone next to it for a while, Go Baekwoo straightened his knees. His lips, which had been attached to Cha Hongjo’s skin as if connected, landed on his lower back. Holding Cha Hongjo’s slender waist with both hands, Go Baekwoo kissed each of his protruding vertebrae as he moved upwards. Cha Hongjo trembled his lips at the excitement spreading with the breath on his skin, wishing Go Baekwoo would quickly reach his face. He wanted to kiss. After an agonizingly sweet wait, Go Baekwoo finally whispered, “Show me your face.” And as if compelling him, he pushed one of Cha Hongjo’s cheeks to make him look.

Over Cha Hongjo’s slightly trembling shoulder, their noses and lips met. A bright red tongue parted his neat teeth and entered. Another tongue entwined with it. Breaths escaped with difficulty, “Haa…” from between their moistly rubbing lips.

“…Ah.”

A heavy, fleshy pillar settled between the crease of his buttocks and then slid down, “Ah,” rubbing up and down teasingly. Then it pressed against the entrance and entered.

“Ah, ah-euk…!”

Cha Hongjo cried out as the area where the glans settled suddenly stretched open as if it would tear. Go Baekwoo soothed him by stroking Cha Hongjo’s back and repeatedly kissing his features. Each time he lightly kissed his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his cheeks, and his lips, the wide-open hole, without a single wrinkle, tightly gripped his penis, making Go Baekwoo frown slightly.

“You’ll get hurt… Relax.”

“Fuck…I am relaxed…”

It was a conversation they never missed during sex. Go Baekwoo chuckled, thinking he had said something unnecessary again, then winced at the tightening sensation around him. Cha Hongjo, who was struggling to even control his own body, managed to lift his chin and touch Go Baekwoo’s lower lip with his own. At that moment, the penis, widening the entrance, twitched greatly, and with a pained “Eut,” Cha Hongjo had no choice but to lower his face completely.

“It’s moving.”

“…”

Go Baekwoo informed him, and Cha Hongjo accepted the warmth enveloping his back. Go Baekwoo, his abdomen covering Cha Hongjo’s upper body, adjusted his position and slowly pulled his hips back. The reddish skin that had been pushed in along with the penis was pulled out. Then, unlike when it was pulled out, the penis thrust deeply and quickly back in.

“Ueut.”

Cha Hongjo moaned with his lower lip bitten. Only half of Go Baekwoo’s penis had entered, but his insides already felt full. His lower abdomen felt heavy.

The penis, invading the sensitive interior, began to thrust, digging deeper and deeper. With each back-and-forth motion, a burning, tingling pain spread around the entrance. Meanwhile, a warm pleasure bloomed in his abdomen. Finally, the pleasure, overcoming the pain, reached his fingertips and toes. Because of Go Baekwoo, Cha Hongjo’s body had become more sensitive to pleasure than pain.

The act of slowly pulling out and then thrusting back in repeated.

“Ah, ah…euk, eut, ah…”

The tip of the glans and the frenulum below it poked and scraped the uneven inner walls, constantly stimulating the point where excitement soared. The tense interior loosened softly. The walls, slick with fluids secreted by the penis, clung stickily to the shaft.

“Ha…ah…”

Go Baekwoo, exhaling with a trembling Adam’s apple, a testament to his pleasure, buried his nose in the back of Cha Hongjo’s head. Praying silently to spend the rest of his life enveloped in Cha Hongjo’s warmth, he pushed his penis further in, reaching the deepest point.

“Ueut, heu…heut!”

Cha Hongjo moaned, trembling all over. Go Baekwoo, while continuing to push his penis in until he reached the spot only he could touch, reached down and touched Cha Hongjo’s penis. Sticky fluid was gushing out.

“Already, ah, I came. Why?”

“Ah, heu…I, I don’t know.”

Cha Hongjo mumbled in a whimpering voice, having climaxed earlier than usual, and dropped his forehead onto the seat. Go Baekwoo, feeling Cha Hongjo’s tremors throughout his body, continued to push his penis along the buckling path of the inner walls.

When the thick shaft pushed against his rectum, Cha Hongjo, panting, “Ah, it hurts, it hurts…” murmured.

“It’s all the way in now…It’s okay.”

Go Baekwoo whispered softly and moved his hand, wet with Cha Hongjo’s semen, upwards. He wandered over the broad chest and found the protruding nipple, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. He then rolled and rubbed it teasingly.

“Ah, eu, ung…!”

Cha Hongjo twisted his waist, then

“Ah, my stomach…fuck…”

He cursed at the penis that had invaded up to his navel. Go Baekwoo, who found his lover cute no matter what he said or did, smiled silently and resumed his thrusts. With difficulty, it had gone in, so he thrust back and forth in short intervals to prevent it from slipping out.

The back and front of their thighs, colliding with loud slapping sounds, became red and raw. Go Baekwoo, unfazed, increased his speed even further. Cha Hongjo and the car shook along with his movements.

“Aah, ah, heu, slow, ly…”

“Hoo…No.”

“Why not? Ah, ah…!”

“Slowly is…”

“Heuk, my chest, too…stop it.”

“That too, no…”

Go Baekwoo mischievously toyed with Cha Hongjo’s nipples more explicitly than before. He pressed and rubbed them with his fingertips, flicked them, and poked them. At the same time, his thrusts became more violent with time. On the other hand,

“Heu, ung, ah, eu, euu, heuk!”

“Hongjo, your voice…sounds, good.”

His whispering voice became deep and sweet, like melted chocolate being spread. Whenever Go Baekwoo murmured against his ear, a shiver ran down his spine, and his lower abdomen and perineum throbbed. He felt the urge to urinate. It felt like he had just come not long ago. No, Go Baekwoo tended to last long, no matter how many times they did it, so maybe quite some time had passed…

“Heuu, I, ah…I think I’m going to, cum…haeuu…”

He squeezed out words mixed with moans while tensing his lower body to hold back the urge, then clenched his teeth. His trembling breath escaped through his teeth.

“Haeuu, haeu…”

His whole body trembled like his breath.

“Ah, Baekwoo… ”

He had no strength left to control his limbs, nor to call Go Baekwoo’s name forcefully. His faintly diluted low voice reached the car seat and shattered. He didn’t know if Go Baekwoo heard him or not, but since he replied, “Yes, Hongjo…” he must have heard. Ah…Cha Hongjo closed his eyes, sparks flying each time Go Baekwoo thrust. A thrill ran through his veins. His heart, pierced with pleasure, felt like it would stop.

“Why did you call me, and say nothing…”

Go Baekwoo’s voice became even more husky. But his body was different. His muscled, sharply defined body tirelessly and fiercely thrust into Cha Hongjo, kneading his insides. Then, with a slap, he pressed their lower bodies completely together and drew circles with his hips, putting his weight on him. Cha Hongjo’s inner walls, transforming to match the shape of Go Baekwoo’s penis, were stirred in all directions, as if synchronized.

“Heua, ah…eu…I can’t hold it any longer…”

“Don’t hold it.”

“The…seat, ung, ah, aah, haa, ah…!”

He was at the peak. Go Baekwoo abruptly pulled his penis out of Cha Hongjo’s insides, which had been churning the mucous membrane, and turned Cha Hongjo over. At the same time, Cha Hongjo erupted clear fluid downwards, his eyelids and limbs trembling violently. The tremors, like seizures, continued while the seat around them became soaked. Cha Hongjo barely saw Go Baekwoo through his flickering vision, like a malfunctioning streetlight, and embraced him weakly. A sweaty, hot, steamy body embraced him firmly. And then.

“Heuu! Heuk, ah, Baek, Baekwoo…Go Baek, woo…!”

The penis thrust back into the entrance, which had been gaping open, unable to fill the void. Cha Hongjo scratched Go Baekwoo’s back with his nails and cried.

“Why…did you call me, my beloved Hongjo?”

The voice that had sounded like it had been dipped in melted sugar before was now tinged with a dangerous undertone. Cha Hongjo, enveloped in a chill that seemed to evaporate even the sweat covering his skin, wrapped his legs around Go Baekwoo’s waist. Baekwoo, Go Baekwoo…He called out incessantly without reason, but Go Baekwoo answered him every time. He blocked Cha Hongjo’s head, which kept tilting back, with his forearm, holding it in place. Like his changed tone, he thrust into him much more fiercely than before. As the swollen inner walls were stimulated once again, Cha Hongjo could only shed tears. His whole body felt like it would shatter. He wished Go Baekwoo would stop, but he also wished he would continue. Conflicting emotions crossed his mind as his body felt as if it would split in two. The intensely thick pleasure resembled pain.

“Heu, euu, heuk…heuuu…”

“Ha…, Hongjo.”

Clear fluid erupted from his penis each time the relentless tip struck his insides with a dull thud. That, too, gradually subsided. But the orgasms forced upon him by Go Baekwoo showed no signs of stopping. Even the not-so-distant past, when he used drugs with Ms. Jo, wasn’t this stimulating. It felt like his body was being shattered, his soul rising and then scattering like cigarette smoke, impossible to grasp. His tense lower abdomen throbbed faintly, and his perineum tingled. Even after ejaculating, his penis remained erect and stiff.

“Ung, heu, ah! Ah, eu, eut, aah!”

“You’re, beautiful…”

Go Baekwoo caressed Cha Hongjo’s face, contorted with pleasure at its peak. The sweat dripping from him landed on Cha Hongjo’s cheek and flowed down like tears.

“Keep showing me, that face.”

“Ha, haaa…I, I feel like I’m going crazy… ”

“You can go crazy.”

“No, ah, ha, no…”

“I’ll take, responsibility for everything.”

Go Baekwoo murmured in a deep voice, like the weight of his Hyung’s presence, and buried his face in Cha Hongjo’s shoulder. Their water-drenched skin slapped against each other at high speed. The slapping sound filled the car, and Cha Hongjo, overwhelmed by the blinding pleasure, closed his eyelids completely. Around that time, Go Baekwoo let out a moan-like sigh near Cha Hongjo’s neck, his hips trembling slightly before completely stiffening.

“Aah, ah…haa…ah…”

“Haa…ha…ah, Hongjo, wait…”

Go Baekwoo, trying to catch his breath and pull out from inside Cha Hongjo, frowned and gently rubbed Cha Hongjo’s shoulder. Cha Hongjo trembled as if aftershocks were running through his body. Continuously. Go Baekwoo checked below. His lower body was soaked, but it was from before. Just in case, he grabbed Cha Hongjo’s penis and shook it slightly.

“Haa, ung, don’t, haa…don’t do that…”

Cha Hongjo flinched. His insides contracted powerfully like never before, squeezing the penis buried to its root. Go Baekwoo felt the blood rush to his lower body again before his orgasm had even subsided. As the pressure increased, he frowned and bit his lower lip before releasing it.

“You didn’t cum, but you came? Wait…ah, it’s too tight. Hongjo. Hongjo, look at me.”

“…Uh, haa…ah…don’t move.”

“I didn’t move.”

“No, you’re, moving…”

“…”

Cha Hongjo, his eyelids drooping, twitched his eyebrows and twisted his body. Seizing the opportunity, Go Baekwoo pulled himself out of the tightly contracted interior. Then Cha Hongjo, who had been breathing heavily beneath him, moaned again, trembling like an aspen leaf. The hole, which had been stretched open as if memorizing the shape of the penis, quickly returned to its original form, then quivered and spat out whitish semen.

Go Baekwoo found a tissue and carefully wiped Cha Hongjo’s lower body, then propped him up, placing his shirt underneath him, and asked tenderly,

“Why are you trembling so much, hmm?”

He kissed Cha Hongjo’s sweaty forehead twice. Cha Hongjo clutched Go Baekwoo’s shoulder, looking as fragile as a leaf in the wind. Then he tilted his head to the side, closed his eyes again, and let out a breathy laugh.

“Because I’m happy…I’m trembling.”

“…You scared me.”

“You’re as good at lying as you are at fucking…”

Cha Hongjo, who had moaned at the top of his lungs, had a completely hoarse voice. Go Baekwoo kissed his handsome jawline and prominent Adam’s apple as if to heal him.

“I was really surprised. This has never happened before.”

“Someone who’s surprised gets hard right after coming?”

“It’s because you’re so tight.”

“You’re blaming me?”

“No…yes.”

Go Baekwoo, who had a troubled expression, quickly changed his countenance.

“It’s your fault.”

His face was serious as usual.

“It’s your fault for being too sexy.”

“You, fuck…don’t run your mouth off. You’re overflowing with charm.”

Cha Hongjo, still smiling, tapped Go Baekwoo’s lips with his index finger. Go Baekwoo then lightly kissed the tip of Cha Hongjo’s finger.

“You’re not just ‘anywhere’, are you?”

“Do you need an answer?”

“No, I don’t need one.”

“Then…that’s settled. Ah, I’m tired.”

Changing the subject, Cha Hongjo rested his forehead against Go Baekwoo’s chest and mumbled. Go Baekwoo stroked the back of Cha Hongjo’s head as if he were handling a child and asked,

“Do you want to sleep over?”

“As if I could sleep here.”

“…”

Go Baekwoo glanced downwards. Everything was wet…and sticky, beyond the word soaked. In a word, it was a mess.

“…Should we change cars?”

“Yeah.”

He thought he would be scolded for saying something absurd, but Cha Hongjo agreed quite seriously. And then,

“To a bigger car.”

He finished, wiping himself and Go Baekwoo roughly with the shirt he had placed under him and tossing it into the back seat.

“It’s cramped.”

“Should we just put a mattress in?”

“Do whatever you want.”

“Are you going to do it again in the car?”

“Maybe.”

“Hongjo.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sleepy?”

“Yeah…”

Cha Hongjo rubbed his face against Go Baekwoo’s chest, giving a half-hearted response.

“Sleep in the back seat.”

“…”

Go Baekwoo looked down at the crown of Cha Hongjo’s head, who was quietly breathing, and then turned his gaze to the car window. He wiped the fogged window with his palm. Now he could see the surroundings. As it had been from the beginning, only he and Cha Hongjo existed in this space.

“…”

Still, just in case. Go Baekwoo put on his pants, wrapped Cha Hongjo in his jacket, got out of the car, carried Cha Hongjo, and laid him down in the back seat. Then he rolled up Cha Hongjo’s pants to make a pillow and placed it under his head. He stared at the sleeping face for a long time, and not satisfied with just looking, he touched his features and kissed him here and there. Only after doing so several times did he return to the driver’s seat and start the car.

Throughout the drive home, his brown eyes constantly checked the white figure reflected in the rearview mirror.

What kind of car should he change to?

He pondered such trivial matters.