Title: HIDEOUT
Author: Riz Aino
Pairing: WooSan (San + Wooyoung) (ATEEZ)
Clasification: NC–17
Genres: AU, smut, pwp
Word count: 3.3k
Summary: After months stationed in that van, San and Wooyoung aren't able to keep their hands off each other anymore.
Warnings: explicit sexual content.
Notes: story inspired by the Outlaw trailer.
Author's comment: I was just chillin' one day when ATEEZ fucked up my life and my to-write list. I hope you like it.
Wooyoung had lost count of how many months he and San had been in that van, stationed near the door of the Prestige Academy, standing guard, waiting for a signal to begin their intervention... a signal that never came. Wooyoung was honestly bored, doing the same thing every day and barely leaving the place was getting on his nerves, but it was what they had to do and they had to be there. They could only wait for the moment to come as soon as possible and not despair in the attempt, although each day was getting longer and longer, with nothing to do in that place. Perhaps, when it was his turn to get out of the van and go to the safe house to shower while San stood guard in his place, he would grab one of the incomplete packs of cards lying around and take it with him to kill time. The boy sighed deeply and leaned out of the van window, staring up at the starless night sky and wishing there was at least one bright spot or two in the dark expanse to keep him busy counting, but all he could do when he stuck his head out the window was breathe in some polluted air. He hoped that, sooner rather than later, it would be over and they could get down to business because he was about to go mad.
The watch on his wrist began to chime, signalling that his watch time was up and making Wooyoung startle because he hadn't expected it. It had been weeks since he'd gotten used to not being aware of the clock, the seconds, the minutes, the hours passing much more slowly when he paid attention to it than when he didn't, but what he didn't get used to was the startle he got every time he didn't expect it to go off and it did. Wooyoung closed the window and turned towards the inside of the van, pulling the towel aside to let San know that it was his turn to stand guard; however, he was left open-mouthed and unable to say anything at all when he saw his partner. San had decided to do push-ups in the narrow corridor between the bunk they used to sleep in shifts and the other side of the van and there he was, his white tank top almost transparent with sweat, sticking to the muscles of his chest and back, while the little metal chain he wore hung around his neck and swayed with each push-up. Wooyoung shook his head, trying to break out of his reverie.
“Choi San," he called out, causing him to raise his head and give him a smile. He was going to kill him any day now. “You're on guard duty.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart," he replied, winking at him.
Wooyoung had a small heart attack at that gesture and had to remind himself to breathe if he didn't want to die. In the time it took for San to get up from the floor and grab a towel to wipe away the beads of sweat running down his caramel skin, Wooyoung tried to pull himself together, but from the smirk he gave him as he began to dry himself, Wooyoung knew perfectly well that he hadn't succeeded. Maybe he wanted to get out of there more because he didn't have to put up with sharing two square metres with San than because he was bored with having nothing to do. It was driving him crazy, more and more every day, and he didn't know if he was going to come out of there sane when they finally did.
“You know you can do more than look at me, don't you?” he said. “Like touching me, for instance, and then you'll be at ease.”
“Shut your mouth," Wooyoung replied quickly.
“Kiss me and shut me up," was San's reply.
God... any day now, sooner rather than later, Wooyoung was going to end up committing murder... after fucking the other like there was no tomorrow. However, he did neither, just rolled his eyes before sighing deeply and contorting himself from the front seats to the back of the van without having to get out. His rickety van was already attracting enough attention, always parked on that almost deserted street with two people "living" inside, so going outside to change guards, even if it was in the middle of the night, would raise even more suspicion. Wooyoung smoothly swung his right leg over the seat, but when he went to do the same with his left, his foot decided to get wedged in the gap between the two front seats and the boy staggered, his body falling forward without him being able to avoid it because there was nothing to hold on to. The boy thought he was going to hit the ground and all he had time to do was put his hands out in front of him so he wouldn't at least hit his face... but the blow to the floor of the van never came because it was San's body that Wooyoung hit.
Months. He had been doing that for months. Months. And he just had to stumble on the day Choi San was half-naked, sweaty, and had proposed to him to kiss and shut him up only a few seconds earlier. Everything had been stacked against him to get to that moment.
“If you wanted to be in my arms so badly," San began, his tone sly, "all you had to do was tell me.”
Wooyoung's body trembled and the boy told himself that it was because of the —bad— shiver that had run through his body after hearing San's words, so, he tried to pull away from him and straighten up, but San didn't seem to have the same plans as Wooyoung, because what he did was to squeeze him completely against himself, making his face completely wedged between his breasts. The first thing Wooyoung noticed was the smell of sweat coming from the boy and the wet t-shirt pressed against his face, but he also found the intense heat radiating from the other, like a sun, huge and hot... and finally, Wooyoung noticed against his ear the rapid fluttering of San's heart, which was going faster and faster. Puzzled and confused, he stopped struggling to let go for a few moments, but after confirming that the boy's heart was beating at full speed, Wooyoung tried again to pull away from him, using all his strength to do so. However, instead of pulling away from San, Wooyoung managed to dislodge his foot from between the seats and, with the momentum, threw San backwards, causing them both to fall onto the narrow bed, one on top of the other.
“Seriously, Woo, if you wanted to fuck me, all you had to do was ask," San said, laughing. “You didn't have to slam me against the bed.”
“Fuck you, Choi San," he replied.
“That’s precisely what I want” said the other.
Wooyoung tried again to break free of San's strong arms that had been holding him against his chest and, after a few attempts, finally succeeded when San stopped using all his strength to keep him there. Wooyoung immediately pulled away from him, lifting himself off his torso, sitting up and giving the boy a look of infinite hatred. He had thought that San would be laughing at him when he finally got free of him, but what he was doing was looking at him with infinite affection, his eyes were so warm, that Wooyoung's breath got caught in his throat and he couldn't help it. His heart began to beat rapidly inside his chest and he felt the heat begin to rise to his cheeks, something Wooyoung couldn't allow, so he cleared his throat to get out of his own self-absorption and then tried to get up from San's body so that San finally went to cover his place in the front of the van, keeping watch. Tried was the operative word, because he didn't get very far. Before he even made the gesture to get up, San's strong hands had already grabbed him by the arms to pin him in place.
“Don't go, please?” he begged, his voice barely a whisper and his eyes never leaving Wooyoung's. "I know this might catch you by surprise. I know this might come as a surprise to you because I'm always acting like a dick... but it's been months since we've been locked up here and I can't take it anymore... I want to fuck you, Woo...”
“Choi...” he started to reply, but he wouldn't let him go on.
“I'm not saying it just because I need to get even, I can do that when I go up to the safe house," he told him, "I need it to be you and only you because you turn me on so much," he added when he saw how Wooyoung was speechless, just looking at him, blinking slowly, "and I know perfectly well that the way you look at me is not the way you look at the rest, you want the same from me and I'm willing to give it to you.”
“Stop talking nonsense," Wooyoung replied when his voice came back to him, trying to stand his ground, not to let the demon tempt him. “You're going crazy being locked up in here, stick your head out the window and get some air, come on.”
“No, Wooyoung," he denied, both with a shake of his head and with his words. “You're all I want and need right now.”
“You're a complete idiot, an asshole, a...”
Wooyoung couldn't insult him any further because San's hands pulled him down and their mouths ended up meeting each other, the boy's tongue slipping into his mouth immediately as he found it open and entangled with Wooyoung's tongue. For a few seconds, Wooyoung remained static, his eyes wide with surprise and his body unable to react, but at the insistence of San's tongue, he could do nothing but blow it all away and kiss back like there was no tomorrow, moving his tongue and lips against San's, again and again until they ran out of air and had to pull apart. Wooyoung glared at San hatefully again, trying to regain the normal rhythm of his breathing, but all San gave him back was a charming smile before bringing their mouths back together, biting his bottom lip and bringing his hands down Wooyoung's body to touch his skin under his clothes, who couldn't help the gasp that escaped from deep in his throat when San's fingers clutched at his waist. Again, they parted again, but this time, it was not San who kissed Wooyoung again, but on the contrary, Wooyoung threw himself on him, completely desperate and hungry for his mouth. San seemed surprised by his sudden change of attitude, but did not question it, for he instantly followed his lead, kissing him in the same manner as Wooyoung did.
If the Wooyoung of just a few minutes ago, when he was squirming to free himself from San's tight embrace, saw what the Wooyoung of present was doing, he would surely be ashamed for having been so weak and having let himself go in such a way, but the Wooyoung of today didn’t, although the Wooyoung of tomorrow probably would, remembering that. He had spent months locked in that van with San, his partner, the one he trusted the most because he knew perfectly well that his back was always covered when he was with him... his partner who was also a person he wanted terribly. The subject had never come up beyond a few sarcastic comments they all made to each other, it wasn't the first or the last time they'd flirt for fun, but for Wooyoung it had always been something more with San, he'd always wanted him not only to have his back in combat, but to have his back in bed... and he'd held out as long as he could, until he couldn't take it anymore, not with San, not with his flirtations, not with his ridiculous tank tops that clung to his body like a second skin, not with his damn body full of muscles Wooyoung had never thought could exist. He had endured enough, and Wooyoung wasn't going to take any more.
San's strong hands, his fingers not too long, but bony and full of bumps from all the exercise he always was doing, began to run up and down his torso, sending shivers down Wooyoung's spine, who couldn't even think about anything anymore except kissing the boy like there was no tomorrow, wiggling his hips against his, feeling his cock hardening and the heat in the place becoming more and more unbearable. Without questioning anything, he let San start pulling his shirt up, undressing him until the collar of it had to come out over his head and they both stopped kissing for a second so that the shirt finally got out of the way, immediately kissing again, their tongues meeting halfway and sucking on each other. Wooyoung also didn't question San starting to touch his nipples, making them hard against his fingers, pinching them, making him couldn't help but moan a little at the pleasure coursing through his body because of it, his hips moving more frantically against San's, letting himself go and feeling and wanting more and more of the other.
“Do you like... me touching... your nipples...?” San asked between kisses.
“Yes... very much so...” Wooyoung gasped against his mouth.
San's mouth at that moment parted from his, causing Wooyoung to protest profusely at that, but the protest only lasted a second, because the next, San's mouth was working wonders on his right nipple while the left one was still being pinched by his fingers. A long, guttural moan escaped hi lips and Wooyoung noticed San's smile against his skin before he spoke.
“I didn't know you were so sensitive here," he murmured, nibbling lightly on his nipple, then giving it a lick.
“Neither did I...”
San could have spent all night entertaining himself with his nipples, from the way he kept playing with them, but for Wooyoung that wasn't enough, he needed so much more, so he pulled the boy away from his chest and tugged his shirt upwards, undressing him too. The smirk never left San's face from the moment he pulled his shirt off, until Wooyoung was better positioned on top of him, his knees on either side of his hips, pressing their bodies together and kissing him again, one hand on his neck to hold him so he wouldn't slip again, while with the other he untied the drawstring that kept his trousers around his waist and slipped his hand inside, palming San's hard member that way. That time, the smile also rose to Wooyoung's lips, because it wasn't just him who had been turned on by a few intense kisses, San was also terribly aroused.
“I want more...” Wooyoung gasped against his mouth, his hand touching San's member, still above the fabric of his boxers.
“You can have more... as much as you want...” San replied, his lips leaving his mouth to kiss his chin, his jaw, his fingertips caressing his back. “Although I can't enter in you like I'd like to do it today... I don't have any lube or condoms here," he whispered against his ear just as his hands eventually slid down his back and squeezed his buttocks tightly.
“I don't care...” he said. “When we finish this damn operation, you're not getting out of my bed for at least a month," he proposed, tugging at the hair at the nape of San's neck with the hand he still had around his neck, "you can take it out on me in there, ramming me all you want.”
“Don't make promises you can't keep," San replied, his fingers now roaming the waistband of his trousers, his lips brushing delicately against his neck.
“I will keep them," Wooyoung replied. “You can be sure I will.”
San smiled against his neck before biting down and Wooyoung moaned so loudly, his voice echoed off the walls of the van and probably would have been heard in the street as well, but the boy didn't care. The only thing that mattered to him at that moment was the pleasure he felt, the pleasure he wanted to feel and the pleasure he was going to give San. For that reason, the hand that had been touching the boy's member still above the fabric of his pants, he finally slipped it inside, now touching it directly and grabbing it to pull it out, not taking long to do the same with his own, pulling his trousers and pants down below his ass, putting both members together and feeling a surge of pleasure run through his whole body from top to bottom as soon as he did so. San's hand joined his to start touching him too, and so, little by little, they both succumbed to the pleasure, expert fingers touching where they knew they would get more from each other, until they could take no more and finally cum, almost at the same time, panting hard and staining their stomachs. Their eyes met, still clouded with pleasure and Wooyoung felt the electric wave coursing through his body made even stronger by San's piercing gaze, a gaze full of desire for him that made it clear to him that the night had only just begun.
Before they could do anything else, however, the night ended a few moments later, when the back door of the van swung open and Yeosang appeared in the gap, an expression of alarm on his face that mutated into one of infinite disgust as soon as he realised that they were naked and that things had happened there that he didn't want to know had happened.
“I'm gonna rip off your heads and shit down your necks," he said, almost shouting, in the silence of the night. “I thought something bad had happened to you because there was no one in front when I dropped this off," the boy held up a bag of food, "but I see you're just having a good time while the rest of us are working hard.”
“Yeosang...” muttered Wooyoung, wanting to explain to his other mission partner what was going on, but he refused to listen.
“No, you don’t have to explain anything," he replied. “Tomorrow we start the operation," he whispered, "you have everything detailed there," he pointed to the food bag. “I just hope that tomorrow you’ll at least be dressed.”
And after saying that, the boy slammed the van doors shut again, leaving them alone. For a moment, the two looked at each other in silence, until they couldn't help but burst out laughing at the absurdity of the situation. However, the laughter only lasted a few moments because they were professionals and they weren't about to throw away all the months of surveillance they had spent there. Wooyoung and San cleaned themselves and then got dressed, grabbing the food Yeosang had brought them for dinner and reading the instructions the higher-ups had given them. At last they would get out of the damn van to do something useful... and when the operation was over, Wooyoung would let San ram him like there was no tomorrow.
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