Page 71 of K-Pop Double Life

“Ai!” he said, and that was all the warning I had before he ejaculated in my hand. I leaned back against the pillows on my side, and before I could register anything he had my own penis in his mouth, sucking madly. I didn’t know how to handle all that sensation. Not just the physical, having Jin doing something I had dreamed of. But having him there, in bed with me, after I had thought all was lost.

I came quickly, and he wiped his mouth with the side of his hand. “Did you have salty snacks on the plane?” he asked. “Because that’s what I tasted.”

“Come up here,” I said. “I want to taste it too.”

We kissed deeply. “I want to suck you, too,” I said.

He flopped back on the bed. “You’ll have to give me a minute.”

We were relaxing like that when we heard a knock on the door. “Jin-ah!” Sun-hee-noona called. “I need to speak to you both.”

Jin looked at me. “Jason saw me in the hall,” I said. “You didn’t think I could sneak in here without security knowing?”

He looked around the room, at the tangle of clothes on the floor, at my stomach smudged with fluid. “Five minutes,” he called.

We rushed around the room like a pair of Turkish dervishes, picking up clothes and grabbing hotel robes. When Jin opened the door, Sun-hee-noona took one look at us and smiled tightly. “Welcome back. But you need to know we’ve got new security protocols. Restricted movement, revised transport, no one goes out without security, no exceptions.”

Her gaze landed on me.

“Good to have you back. You’re in the middle of a war.”

28

COLLEAGUES OR SUSPECTS

JIN — NEW YORK

Sunday May 31, 2026

It was amazing to have Sang-hoon back, on the tour and in my arms. We ordered room service for dinner and then relaxed together in the king-sized bed. We flipped through the channels on the big TV and all we found were American situation comedies, movies, and sports. Nothing in Korean at all beyond a rerun of K-Pop Demon Hunters, which we had both seen many times.

“I have an idea,” Sang-hoon said. He looked shyly at me.

“What?”

“I have a subscription to a video channel I watch on my iPad when I am lonely.” He looked down. “And horny.”

I reached over and tickled him. “Let’s see it!”

He laughed and connected the tablet to the hotel’s Wi-Fi network and then opened a screen with small snapshots from gay porn movies. My eyes opened wide. “So many!” I said.

He nodded. “For everything anyone could want.” He pointed to the screen. “Twinks, big penises, muscular men, mixed races.”

I pointed to one big blond man with muscular arms. “That looks like Liam!”

Sang-hoon peered closer. “No, not really. And I don’t want to watch our bodyguards having sex!”

“What do you like?” I asked.

Again, he was very shy. “There is a group of Japanese young men who share a house,” he said. “They have sex all the time, in pairs and groups, all over the house.”

“Let’s see.”

He found the right channel. They were all handsome and sexy. We started to watch, and I said, “I hope you are taking notes. Things we can try.”

“I have never watched these with anyone else,” he said. He looked over at me. “And usually I am naked.”

“Well, then, what are we waiting for?” I stood up and peeled off my T-shirt and shorts, then dropped my boxer briefs to the floor. I stood there for a moment, posing. “Do you like what you see?”