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33: Underwater Heat

“Inho, Inho I’m an adult. I’m too old for this,” Stephen complained, though his eyes followed Inho’s hands pulling down his jeans. “I’m literally getting older tomorrow, too – 31, officially too old to break into a pool.” Did Inho seriously want to do this? It was so childish!

Inho looked at him with interest, stepping out of his pants. “It’s your birthday tomorrow? That’s amazing!”

“Yep, so as a gift to me – and I never thought I’d say this to you ...

32: I Can Show You the City

Surprisingly, Inho felt ok the next day. He had, however, slept until 1 pm, so maybe he’d missed the hangover completely. He didn’t mention what he’d witnessed in the kitchen to the others, but when they’d woken him up for lunch the next day, he had to remind himself not to ask where Nathan had slept in the small apartment.

The feeling of relief about his breakup persisted, and he felt refreshed for the days that followed. He texted Stephen, apologizing, and since it turned out ...

31: Jellybean's Gummybears

The trio got drunk enough that Inho could easily pretend he wasn’t devastated. At around 11 pm they staggered in a six-legged tangle back to Jasmine’s place to drink more. When they arrived, Nathan ran to the bathroom immediately to pee, and Jasmine went to gather wine and glasses. Inho fell into her vintage floral couch with a heavy thump. A chunky old beagle immediately ran over to him and jumped full-bodied into his lap, knocking the wind out of him.

“That’s Jellybean,” Jas...

30: Comfort

Inho pulled away, out of Jamie’s clutching hug. He set his shoulders and turned towards her. Her eyes were bloodshot and mascara was smeared around them in wet clumps. She was beautiful to him, same as always – far more beautiful than their video calls could ever capture.

“I missed you,” she had said. He’d missed her too, missed her every hour of every day since she left him. She haunted him. He ached knowing how he hurt her with his shortcomings and passivity. He wanted their...

29: Hard Times

“Ah fuck,” Stephen wheezed as Inho simultaneously bit his lip and kneed him in the balls. He flopped over to writhe on the couch. Whoever was unlocking the door was struggling a bit with the old lock, and the key was grinding under their efforts.

“I’m so sorry, that was an accident!” Inho said in Stephen’s direction as he scrambled out from under him and hopped on one foot towards the door, his other leg still tangled with Stephen’s.

He managed to get to the doorway ...

28: Wolf At The Door

“I like listening to pump up music when I’m doing my bike deliveries. It helps me move fast,” Inho explained shyly. When others teased his music tastes, he didn’t care at all, but somehow, he didn’t want Stephen to think he was lame. He walked over to the speaker and turned it off to stop the skipping.

“I thought you just worked at the restaurant?” Stephen answered.

“Oh, I’m a bike courier too. It’s not bad,” Inho replied, moving back to the couch.

“Y...

26: Not A Sugar Baby & 27: Cooking For A Friend

“Botany?!” Jasmine exclaimed, her eyes wide.

“Yeah, is that weird? It was really fancy.” Inho replied. He’d arrived a bit early for his shift, and found Nathan and Jasmine behind the bar experimenting with a new espresso machine and taste testing elaborate concoctions. Nathan was thrilled with the new equipment, and Inho joined them to get wired on excessive caffeine.

“I mean, it’s not weird if you’re a baller.” Jasmine announced. “Inho did you just get a sugar...

25: Hot Mess

Inho was relieved that Stephen agreed to share a dessert, as he was uncomfortably full from dinner. He didn’t want to turn it down out of politeness, and also because it was probably going to be amazing. The meal was something he’d never forget. He’d certainly never be able to afford something like it again.

Stephen ordered the final dish and a round of after-dinner drinks, and Inho cringed inwardly. He knew he was bordering on too drunk, but didn’t know how to say no to Stephen...

24: Cold Calculation

Stephen could tell that Inho was finally loosening up. All it took was a blackberry gin bramble and a maple bourbon sour to get there. They’d already gotten through the boring small talk about where they were from and how they ended up in Vancouver. Nobody was actually from Vancouver. People always just ended up there somehow. Or, they worked downtown with long soul-destroying commutes in and out of the city each day.

Stephen artfully evaded talking about his own background and family...

23: A Date

Stephen considered Inho’s shy expression as Inho climbed into the passenger seat of his car. His body language was very meek. It was an odd look for someone who had tried to start a fight in a restaurant the last time they met.

The fact that Inho had somehow turned an apology into a date impressed Stephen though. Inho was intriguing: an experienced dom, but he somehow seemed...naive? And his moods vacillated between anger and softness in the blink of an eye. Stephen smiled, bemused by...

22: Definitely Not a Date

Stephen didn’t answer his text right away, and Inho spent the rest of his shift sneaking peeks at his phone. Jasmine found this hilarious and teased him relentlessly. Inho knew she was probably just relieved to see him focused on something other than his breakup. Jasmine was a good friend, annoying, but good.

The reply came hours later, when Inho was in bed reading a few chapters of his drama novel before sleep. He had been tempted to drink again tonight, but had resisted, and was may...

21: Misunderstandings

At Inho’s rude words, Stephen’s surprised expression morphed into a smooth smile without missing a beat.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

He raised his eyebrows in polite inquiry. His indifference struck Inho viscerally and he stumbled over his words, humiliated,

“I’m, I was Jamie’s boyfriend. Um, I met you at your office...I…”

Stephen laughed, deepening Inho’s embarrassment,

“I’m just kidding Inho, of course I remember you.”

Inho cou...

20: High-strung

Content Warning: racism

Inho felt raw. His emotions were flayed red and out for all to see. He couldn’t muster a real smile to save his life, and his fingernails were chewed down to the quicks. He didn’t have the energy to organize going back to Korea yet, nor did he know how to break the lease on his apartment. Perhaps signing a year's contract for a failing relationship had been a mistake.

Life went on though, and so did work. Jasmine was back from her vacation and ...

19: Scapegoat

Stephen let the smile slip off his face like oil as soon as the door closed behind the lawyer. The man was not unpleasant, but the whole lawsuit mess was tiring. A small omission on a client’s annual audit was turning into weeks of headaches for him. He dropped a coffee pod into the espresso machine behind his desk and drummed his fingers on the polished wood surface beside it.

Semidark Inc was a major client of his, and they were being sued, which meant Stephen had to produce years o...

18: Fall Apart

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An hour together was better than nothing, but it wasn’t much. Still, Inho felt the excitement to see Jamie tingling through him. Though the clouds overhead were heavy, it wasn’t raining, and Inho wrapped two chains and a heavy-duty lock around his bike, securing it to a street sign. Ja...

17: Home Is Where His Heart Is

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Inho was surprised that he found an apartment very quickly – within just a week. The process was very different from home. He’d had to stand in a line with other grumpy prospective renters before the harried owner quickly showed everyone around in small groups. Inho was pretty sure he’d...

16: Sticky Fingers and A Phone Call

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After he came, he lifted himself, supported on his knees and one hand. His other hand continued stroking, slower now, milking the last drops from his oversensitive cock. His eyes were squeezed shut still and he breathed heavily through his mouth. He flinched and turned his head when footsteps ...

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15: Self-Love

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Two weeks had passed since Inho had met Jamie at her office. All in all, Inho felt like things between them were going well. They hadn’t fought, and when he was able to visit her on her lunch breaks, she was genuinely happy to see him. He brought her a treat each time, pastries or a sugary c...

14: An Empty Apartment and a Letter

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Stephen climbed the third of six flights of stairs on his way to his rendezvous. The stucco walls were dirty, and so was the worn red rug below his feet. The lightbulb on this landing was burnt out as well. He felt a creep of annoyance, but he shook it off. He didn’t like to host, so this was...

13: Reunions

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Stephen strolled out of the elevator, through the lobby and past the doorman with a friendly nod. The double glass doors swung wide as he sauntered into the bright noon sunshine. It was a crisp fall day, dry leaves trembled on their branches, and chickadees chirped a cheery song. He was smil...

12: Yes Officer, Sorry Officer

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Inho hoped he hadn’t mentioned kissing Nathan in the last night's black-out phone call to Jamie. He wasn’t sure yet how to bring it up, or if he even should. He was pretty sure they were broken up. "A break", she'd said. Surely that meant a break-up? He took a deep drag on his ci...

11: Memory And Smoke

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A few beers later, the chill of the early autumn night was just beginning to cut through Inho’s clothes. Moths were battering against the street lamp above as it blinked slowly awake for the night. He pulled his feet up underneath him and blew smoke towards his crossed legs, careless of the...

10: Discomfort

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“What’s wrong with Inho?” Nathan asked, interrupting their conversation.

Inho jumped, releasing Jasmine’s hand. Nathan was back from his trip to the restaurant supply store, and they hadn’t heard him come in. He started to reach out to place a worried hand on Inho’s other sh...

9: Drama Drama

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The rest of the night was a blurry mess, and the following day showed little improvement. A throbbing pressure squeezed behind his eyes and prodded the back of his skull. Warm shame flooded his cheeks every time he was reminded of the night before.

As he slunk into the restaurant the next day, head down, he found himself avoiding everyone’s eye. From the fiercely inquisitive smiles ...

8: Wandering Mouths

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A tongue slipped insistently between Inho's lips and a stubbly jaw rubbed his chin pink. Eyes shut tight, Inho’s thoughts drifted again to Jamie's boss, Stephen – Stephen with his bold stare and suggestive grin. A warm hand cupped his cheek and a thumb softly stroked his ear. Inho, who had been feeling quite lonely, smiled softly into the kiss.

That feels nice.

His ...

7: Wandering Thoughts

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Inho smiled sheepishly at Jasmine and nodded, “Ok let's go, I could really use a smoke right now.” Quitting when you’re under stress is goddamn impossible, Inho thought, admitting defeat. Also, in all honesty, servers who smoked got more leeway for breaks than everyone else...

6: A Little Luck

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“Well, you’re not my vegetable order,” the man in the apron was still smiling. “Sorry, we’re not open yet. We’ll be ready for noon if you can come back?”

Inho beamed his brightest customer service smile, “No, I’m not here to eat.”

One of the man�...

5: Just Get On With It

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Morning came and the sun rose. Probably. Inho couldn’t see the sky at all through the thick grey clouds hanging over the city. The most painful part of grieving, Inho reflected, is when you first wake up. All the mental plans you’ve built to fix things, the comforting words you’ve told yourself to stay steadfast - it all vanishes with sleep. Then, you wake up gasping, panicked, an...

4: Stephen Makes A Mistake

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Stephen leaned back in his Herman Miller chair, rolling his shoulders stiffly before lifting his cup to his lips to blow steam off the top of his cappuccino. With a sip and a satisfied sigh, he logged onto his computer, ready to face the daily onslaught of emails. He rolled his shoulders once more - the rope burns that marked his back wrapped over his shoulder and down to his armpit. Th...