Practice Makes Perfect 1/3
Title: Practice Makes Perfect 1/3
Pairing: Changmin/Junsu (Jaejoong/Yoochun implied)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd be practicing how to suck cock all day long.
Summary: Junsu needs someone to do his homework. Changmin will do it for a price.
A/N: This is a late b-day fic for cerinityks. I'm sorry it's late baby!!! I love you~~~~~ I hope you like it! ♥♥♥
Part 1:
Junsu slammed his head against the locker again. And then again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered.
Yunho grabbed his shoulders. “Su?”
Junsu shrugged him off. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Su! What’s wrong?”
Junsu bit his lower lip. He leaned his forehead on the cool metal of the lockers. “Nothing. I’m fucked.”
“Not really, but that could be fixed,” another voice said on his other side.
Junsu shut his eyes with a sigh. Really? Why did his locker have to be next to Park Yoochun’s?
“Su?” Yunho said, worried.
“I’m fine,” Junsu said to the class president. “Just … an oversight. I’ll be fine. I’ll see you in class.”
Liar, liar.
Yunho frowned, but clapped him on the shoulder and left.
“You’re such a liar. What’s wrong?”
Junsu met his eyes and didn’t say anything. Yoochun was popular, but not the way Junsu was. Yoochun and his friend Jaejoong more or less ruled the school. They were punks, cut ups in class, and didn’t much care about school or going to college. Junsu was on the soccer team, and in the choir. The class president was his best friend. He normally got decent grades. The teachers liked him.
He and Yoochun were not friends.
But Yoochun spoke English.
“Can I beg a favor?”
Yoochun smirked and crossed his arms as he leaned on the lockers. “What kind of favor?”
Junsu blushed at the greasy tone. “I have an English essay due in two days that I for-“
Yoochun shook his head. “Nope. I don’t do people’s homework for them. I barely do my own.”
“I’ll pay you,” Junsu said desperately.
“Nope. But … you can always ask Changmin.”
“Changmin?”
“The brilliant second year? He does people’s homework for cash all the time.”
Junsu opened his mouth and then shut it. He’d never met Changmin. Only seen him around school, but mainly in the library.
“He’s in the science lab after class almost every day. Go there, and ask him. It’s short notice, so he might charge a lot, but he’s usually pretty reasonable.” Yoochun smirked at him. “Never thought I’d see the day that one of the Kim Twins was contemplating paying someone else to do their homework.”
“Shut up,” Junsu muttered. He slammed his locker shut and headed off to his first class.
“What? No kiss goodbye?” Yoochun shouted after him.
Junsu’s cheeks went red. Yoochun was always saying sexual things at him, but he was not like that. Not like him and Jaejoong who liked to fuck in the bathrooms.
But Yoochun was right. Junsu had never contemplated paying someone to do his homework before, but he and his brother had been out of town all weekend, and he forgot about the essay due on Wednesday. It was a big portion of his grade, and he couldn’t afford to fail it. He was already skirting the line between a good grade and a bad one in his English class. And if his grade dropped lower, he wouldn’t be able to play on the soccer team.
He felt a little guilty after school when he lied to his brother and said he had to go talk to his English teacher. And he felt a little guilty for being willing to pay someone to do his homework.
But not guilty enough that he didn’t head right to the science room.
The door was propped open a tiny bit. Junsu rapped his knuckles on it as he pushed it open with his other hand. Changmin sat at a back table. He looked up and scowled. Glasses with black frames sat on his nose, though he was looking over them, and Junsu’s smile fell. In the space of five seconds, Junsu felt like he had been judged, found unworthy and slaughtered, just by that look.
“Well, what?” Changmin snapped.
“I … um, someone said you could help me.”
“Who?”
“Park Yoochun.”
Changmin leaned back on the stool and crossed his arms. A single eyebrow rose. “Really?”
Junsu noted that his uniform was perfect and he’d suddenly wished he’d tucked his shirt in.
“H-he said you’d-”
Changmin cleared his throat. “Don’t say it out loud. Are you stupid? Yes, I will. Well, come here.”
Junsu moved a few steps into the room.
“Shut the door,” Changmin said with an eye roll.
Junsu turned around and the door shut with a click that felt like it was signifying his death though he came here to be saved. It was all so confusing. He went across the room and around the table. Changmin had a Calculus book open and three notebooks spread around him.
“What do you need me to do?”
Junsu swallowed, and put his bag up on a stool. He pulled out his English assignment and handed it to Changmin. “It’s due on Wednesday.”
Changmin’s eyebrows went up quickly. “Wednesday? How am I supposed to do this for you and give it back to you in time for you to rewrite it in your own handwriting by Wednesday?”
“Please, I’ll … pay whatever you want.”
Changmin stared at him, face blank. “Yeah, you will pay. I’m assuming Yoochun told you the fees?”
“Not explicitly, but he said you take cash.”
Silence for a moment and then Changmin chuckled. “No, I don’t take cash.”
Junsu frowned. “Then … wait, what?”
Changmin tilted his head back and laughed. “Oh, god, I love Yoochun so much some days.”
Junsu felt the butt of a joke and he huffed. “What are you talking about?”
Changmin smiled. “I don’t take payments in cash, Kim Junsu.” He shifted his foot, slid to the edge of the seat and leaned back on the lab table. His fingers unbuttoned his jeans.
Junsu’s eyes went wide with something close to horror flowing through him. “W-what, w-wait, I …” He stopped as Changmin reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. It was half hard and after only a few strokes, it hardened completely. Junsu didn’t make a habit of staring at other guy’s cocks, but he most certainly hadn’t seen one that large. He didn’t dare blink or take his eyes from it.
Changmin chuckled again. “Well?”
“Y-you … I … “
“Come on, Junsu, try to think for two seconds. I don’t need the money anymore than you do. But I’m sort of a geek and I have no interest in girls, and it’s hard for me to get laid. This is what your payment is. Either get on your knees and suck me off, or do your own homework. And the quality of the work will depend on the quality of the blow job.”
Junsu finally pried his eyes up, away from the red head, the long, vein-covered shaft. He licked very dry lips. “I … I never … I …”
Changmin smirked again. “I don’t care. It’s your choice.”
Junsu had to shut his eyes in order to think. Was it worth it? If he did the assignment himself, he’d surely fail. There was no way he could give a blowjob worthy of an A, but even a C would be better than anything he could do. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
“F-fine.”
Changmin smirked. He turned on the stool and then practically jumped off of it. There was a regular chair against the wall in the far corner. Junsu watched, nerves rising as Changmin sat down, hard cock bobbing. Junsu inhaled deeply and walked over to him.
“Don’t look so excited,” Changmin said with a laugh. He gripped his cock, holding it away from his body.
Junsu let gravity more or less drop him to his knees. He stared at Changmin’s erection. Okay, you’ve been sucked on before. You know what to do, how to do it, what you like. But that and actually putting a cock in his mouth were two different things. He licked his lips.
Changmin moaned. “Fuck, come on. Just do it. Stop being nervously sexy like a virgin and suck on me.”
The word sexy permeated the fluff around his brain and he blushed, because seeing Changmin stretched out was sexy. He was kind of a nerd, but he was tall and had muscles on him. He reached forward and gripped Changmin’s cock. It seemed like he could grip the rest with his other hand and still have cock left over, but that was just the fear. Changmin was definitely large. Junsu’s mouth was dry, so he swallowed and then licked his lips.
Changmin made an impatient grunt, and Junsu jumped, startled. He leaned forward, tongue out and licked the wide crown of his cock. Changmin moaned. Immediately, a hand settled in Junsu’s hair. It didn’t tug or force him down, but it sat there, fingers twitching. Junsu opened his lips, pushing at the soft head with his tongue. Changmin’s hips rose with a moan.
He let more into his mouth, trying not to drool, trying not to gag. He pulled back and took a deep breath.
“You have a nose, dumbass,” Changmin said. His hand pushed Junsu back.
Junsu tried again, tried breathing through his nose. But he couldn’t, and he gagged again after the head of Changmin’s cock pushed against the back of his throat. He coughed as precome filled his mouth.
“You suck at this. Better stick to soccer, hyung.”
The criticism pissed him off. He could do this. He used the grip he had on the base of Changmin’s cock to stroke what he couldn’t get in his mouth. He loved it when girls did this to him, keeping their grip loose, so he tried the same.
Changmin rewarded him with a low groan. He slouched further in the chair, legs spreading. Junsu tightened his mouth around the head, sucking, not to hard. On an upstroke, his teeth scraped over the edge of the crown and Changmin’s breath hitched with a whine.
“Bitch.”
“Sorry,” Junsu mumbled and tried again. His cheeks hurt, his neck ached from bobbing his head, and he kept losing his rhythm. The worst part though was how tight his own pants were, He was hard. Hard from sucking a guy’s cock. He panicked, really panicked and choked again at a mouthful of fluid. Changmin moaned low, and his fingers tightened in his hair.
“Really, really bad, fuck.” He thrust his hips up, gagging Junsu, but then didn’t stop. He jerked up quickly, fucking Junsu’s mouth, and Junsu’s eyes watered and all he could do was hold on to Changmin’s knees and try to keep his teeth off Changmin. Another burst of panic shot through him as Changmin’s cock pulsed, thickened, and then he was gagging on come, a large mouth-load of hot come and he jerked away, falling to his hands and knees as he coughed it back up onto the floor.
Something wet landed in his hair.
“Definitely better at soccer,” Changmin said.
Junsu heard him stand up and move across the room. The paper towel dispenser by the emergency lab made a crunching noise and then five harsh, brown paper towels landed next to Junsu’s hand.
“Clean up the floor and get out. I’ll have your essay done tomorrow.”
Junsu did as he was told quickly. He was thankful that by the time he stood up, his own hard on had gone down. It was hard to be horny when you were so ashamed of yourself.
His hand was on the door when Changmin spoke again.
“Consider this a one time deal, Kim Junsu-shi. I am not subjecting myself to something that bad again.”
Blushing, Junsu left the room. He went home as fast as he could, ignored his brother demanding where he’d been and went right to the bathroom. He striped, showered and jerked off, thinking of Changmin. Yeah, it’d been a bad blow job, but the noises Changmin had made were addicting. Junsu wanted, needed to hear them again.
Part 2: Decent Sucking
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Pairing: Changmin/Junsu (Jaejoong/Yoochun implied)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd be practicing how to suck cock all day long.
Summary: Junsu needs someone to do his homework. Changmin will do it for a price.
A/N: This is a late b-day fic for cerinityks. I'm sorry it's late baby!!! I love you~~~~~ I hope you like it! ♥♥♥
Part 1:
Junsu slammed his head against the locker again. And then again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered.
Yunho grabbed his shoulders. “Su?”
Junsu shrugged him off. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Su! What’s wrong?”
Junsu bit his lower lip. He leaned his forehead on the cool metal of the lockers. “Nothing. I’m fucked.”
“Not really, but that could be fixed,” another voice said on his other side.
Junsu shut his eyes with a sigh. Really? Why did his locker have to be next to Park Yoochun’s?
“Su?” Yunho said, worried.
“I’m fine,” Junsu said to the class president. “Just … an oversight. I’ll be fine. I’ll see you in class.”
Liar, liar.
Yunho frowned, but clapped him on the shoulder and left.
“You’re such a liar. What’s wrong?”
Junsu met his eyes and didn’t say anything. Yoochun was popular, but not the way Junsu was. Yoochun and his friend Jaejoong more or less ruled the school. They were punks, cut ups in class, and didn’t much care about school or going to college. Junsu was on the soccer team, and in the choir. The class president was his best friend. He normally got decent grades. The teachers liked him.
He and Yoochun were not friends.
But Yoochun spoke English.
“Can I beg a favor?”
Yoochun smirked and crossed his arms as he leaned on the lockers. “What kind of favor?”
Junsu blushed at the greasy tone. “I have an English essay due in two days that I for-“
Yoochun shook his head. “Nope. I don’t do people’s homework for them. I barely do my own.”
“I’ll pay you,” Junsu said desperately.
“Nope. But … you can always ask Changmin.”
“Changmin?”
“The brilliant second year? He does people’s homework for cash all the time.”
Junsu opened his mouth and then shut it. He’d never met Changmin. Only seen him around school, but mainly in the library.
“He’s in the science lab after class almost every day. Go there, and ask him. It’s short notice, so he might charge a lot, but he’s usually pretty reasonable.” Yoochun smirked at him. “Never thought I’d see the day that one of the Kim Twins was contemplating paying someone else to do their homework.”
“Shut up,” Junsu muttered. He slammed his locker shut and headed off to his first class.
“What? No kiss goodbye?” Yoochun shouted after him.
Junsu’s cheeks went red. Yoochun was always saying sexual things at him, but he was not like that. Not like him and Jaejoong who liked to fuck in the bathrooms.
But Yoochun was right. Junsu had never contemplated paying someone to do his homework before, but he and his brother had been out of town all weekend, and he forgot about the essay due on Wednesday. It was a big portion of his grade, and he couldn’t afford to fail it. He was already skirting the line between a good grade and a bad one in his English class. And if his grade dropped lower, he wouldn’t be able to play on the soccer team.
He felt a little guilty after school when he lied to his brother and said he had to go talk to his English teacher. And he felt a little guilty for being willing to pay someone to do his homework.
But not guilty enough that he didn’t head right to the science room.
The door was propped open a tiny bit. Junsu rapped his knuckles on it as he pushed it open with his other hand. Changmin sat at a back table. He looked up and scowled. Glasses with black frames sat on his nose, though he was looking over them, and Junsu’s smile fell. In the space of five seconds, Junsu felt like he had been judged, found unworthy and slaughtered, just by that look.
“Well, what?” Changmin snapped.
“I … um, someone said you could help me.”
“Who?”
“Park Yoochun.”
Changmin leaned back on the stool and crossed his arms. A single eyebrow rose. “Really?”
Junsu noted that his uniform was perfect and he’d suddenly wished he’d tucked his shirt in.
“H-he said you’d-”
Changmin cleared his throat. “Don’t say it out loud. Are you stupid? Yes, I will. Well, come here.”
Junsu moved a few steps into the room.
“Shut the door,” Changmin said with an eye roll.
Junsu turned around and the door shut with a click that felt like it was signifying his death though he came here to be saved. It was all so confusing. He went across the room and around the table. Changmin had a Calculus book open and three notebooks spread around him.
“What do you need me to do?”
Junsu swallowed, and put his bag up on a stool. He pulled out his English assignment and handed it to Changmin. “It’s due on Wednesday.”
Changmin’s eyebrows went up quickly. “Wednesday? How am I supposed to do this for you and give it back to you in time for you to rewrite it in your own handwriting by Wednesday?”
“Please, I’ll … pay whatever you want.”
Changmin stared at him, face blank. “Yeah, you will pay. I’m assuming Yoochun told you the fees?”
“Not explicitly, but he said you take cash.”
Silence for a moment and then Changmin chuckled. “No, I don’t take cash.”
Junsu frowned. “Then … wait, what?”
Changmin tilted his head back and laughed. “Oh, god, I love Yoochun so much some days.”
Junsu felt the butt of a joke and he huffed. “What are you talking about?”
Changmin smiled. “I don’t take payments in cash, Kim Junsu.” He shifted his foot, slid to the edge of the seat and leaned back on the lab table. His fingers unbuttoned his jeans.
Junsu’s eyes went wide with something close to horror flowing through him. “W-what, w-wait, I …” He stopped as Changmin reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. It was half hard and after only a few strokes, it hardened completely. Junsu didn’t make a habit of staring at other guy’s cocks, but he most certainly hadn’t seen one that large. He didn’t dare blink or take his eyes from it.
Changmin chuckled again. “Well?”
“Y-you … I … “
“Come on, Junsu, try to think for two seconds. I don’t need the money anymore than you do. But I’m sort of a geek and I have no interest in girls, and it’s hard for me to get laid. This is what your payment is. Either get on your knees and suck me off, or do your own homework. And the quality of the work will depend on the quality of the blow job.”
Junsu finally pried his eyes up, away from the red head, the long, vein-covered shaft. He licked very dry lips. “I … I never … I …”
Changmin smirked again. “I don’t care. It’s your choice.”
Junsu had to shut his eyes in order to think. Was it worth it? If he did the assignment himself, he’d surely fail. There was no way he could give a blowjob worthy of an A, but even a C would be better than anything he could do. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
“F-fine.”
Changmin smirked. He turned on the stool and then practically jumped off of it. There was a regular chair against the wall in the far corner. Junsu watched, nerves rising as Changmin sat down, hard cock bobbing. Junsu inhaled deeply and walked over to him.
“Don’t look so excited,” Changmin said with a laugh. He gripped his cock, holding it away from his body.
Junsu let gravity more or less drop him to his knees. He stared at Changmin’s erection. Okay, you’ve been sucked on before. You know what to do, how to do it, what you like. But that and actually putting a cock in his mouth were two different things. He licked his lips.
Changmin moaned. “Fuck, come on. Just do it. Stop being nervously sexy like a virgin and suck on me.”
The word sexy permeated the fluff around his brain and he blushed, because seeing Changmin stretched out was sexy. He was kind of a nerd, but he was tall and had muscles on him. He reached forward and gripped Changmin’s cock. It seemed like he could grip the rest with his other hand and still have cock left over, but that was just the fear. Changmin was definitely large. Junsu’s mouth was dry, so he swallowed and then licked his lips.
Changmin made an impatient grunt, and Junsu jumped, startled. He leaned forward, tongue out and licked the wide crown of his cock. Changmin moaned. Immediately, a hand settled in Junsu’s hair. It didn’t tug or force him down, but it sat there, fingers twitching. Junsu opened his lips, pushing at the soft head with his tongue. Changmin’s hips rose with a moan.
He let more into his mouth, trying not to drool, trying not to gag. He pulled back and took a deep breath.
“You have a nose, dumbass,” Changmin said. His hand pushed Junsu back.
Junsu tried again, tried breathing through his nose. But he couldn’t, and he gagged again after the head of Changmin’s cock pushed against the back of his throat. He coughed as precome filled his mouth.
“You suck at this. Better stick to soccer, hyung.”
The criticism pissed him off. He could do this. He used the grip he had on the base of Changmin’s cock to stroke what he couldn’t get in his mouth. He loved it when girls did this to him, keeping their grip loose, so he tried the same.
Changmin rewarded him with a low groan. He slouched further in the chair, legs spreading. Junsu tightened his mouth around the head, sucking, not to hard. On an upstroke, his teeth scraped over the edge of the crown and Changmin’s breath hitched with a whine.
“Bitch.”
“Sorry,” Junsu mumbled and tried again. His cheeks hurt, his neck ached from bobbing his head, and he kept losing his rhythm. The worst part though was how tight his own pants were, He was hard. Hard from sucking a guy’s cock. He panicked, really panicked and choked again at a mouthful of fluid. Changmin moaned low, and his fingers tightened in his hair.
“Really, really bad, fuck.” He thrust his hips up, gagging Junsu, but then didn’t stop. He jerked up quickly, fucking Junsu’s mouth, and Junsu’s eyes watered and all he could do was hold on to Changmin’s knees and try to keep his teeth off Changmin. Another burst of panic shot through him as Changmin’s cock pulsed, thickened, and then he was gagging on come, a large mouth-load of hot come and he jerked away, falling to his hands and knees as he coughed it back up onto the floor.
Something wet landed in his hair.
“Definitely better at soccer,” Changmin said.
Junsu heard him stand up and move across the room. The paper towel dispenser by the emergency lab made a crunching noise and then five harsh, brown paper towels landed next to Junsu’s hand.
“Clean up the floor and get out. I’ll have your essay done tomorrow.”
Junsu did as he was told quickly. He was thankful that by the time he stood up, his own hard on had gone down. It was hard to be horny when you were so ashamed of yourself.
His hand was on the door when Changmin spoke again.
“Consider this a one time deal, Kim Junsu-shi. I am not subjecting myself to something that bad again.”
Blushing, Junsu left the room. He went home as fast as he could, ignored his brother demanding where he’d been and went right to the bathroom. He striped, showered and jerked off, thinking of Changmin. Yeah, it’d been a bad blow job, but the noises Changmin had made were addicting. Junsu wanted, needed to hear them again.
Part 2: Decent Sucking
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