Piano Lessons 5/?
Title: Piano Lessons 5/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun (minor Yunho/Jaejoong and Junsu/FC)
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd make Yoochun play the piano naked.
Warnings: AU
Word Count: 4329
a/n: Seriously, LJ! WTF! What is up with the extra LJ cut??? *shakes head* stupid programming.
Summary: It's the last year of high school, and Changmin doesn't expect it to be any different than the previous three. And then he finds out that Park Yoochun plays the piano. Tickling the ivories never felt this good.
A/N: This story, unlike the previous ones I've posted, is not finished. So updates will not be as frequent.
This story is in first person, told from Changmin's POV.
Chapter 5 - talking is really overrated
“Changmin.”
“Yeah, Mom?” I was bent over my chemistry book again, reading the next chapter.
“Did you have a good day?”
I smiled and looked up. “Yeah.”
“Does he like you, too?”
My phone rang before I could answer. I looked at the display and then said, “Yeah, Mom, he likes me, too.”
“Is that him?”
“Yes.”
“Go ahead and answer it.”
I did quickly. “Hello?”
“Dude, Minnie, I am freaking out. This stuff is crazy. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“You’re speaking in English.”
“Sorry. Better?”
“Yes.”
“This math shit is making my brain all funky.”
“Calm down. You’ll be alight.”
“I’m going to fail and no one is going to care and I’m not going to get into college and I’m-”
“Calm down. Look, are you studying right now?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, here’s what I want you to do. Shut your math book.”
“What?”
“Shut it. Slam it shut.”
I heard a thunk in the background. “Good. Now put it in your bag.”
“Changmin-”
“Just do it.”
Silence. “Now what?”
“Go to bed.”
“What?”
“Go to bed. You can stay up studying all night long but if you don’t get enough sleep then you won’t remember any of it tomorrow.”
“It’s only 8:30.”
“Okay, so don’t go to bed. I don’t care what you do, but stop studying for now, and go to bed before ten.”
“Hmm, I think I’ll go to bed, but I won’t sleep.”
I gasped.
“What about you? Do you want to go to bed?”
“I’m studying for my chemistry test tomorrow.”
“You don’t have a chemistry test tomorrow, so that means that your mom can hear you.”
“Yeah.”
“So me telling you that I’m wearing nothing but boxers and touching my-”
“Yeah,” I said quickly. “Not good.”
Yoochun laughed. I’m sure my face was red. “Alright. Good night, then.”
“If you want, I can meet you in the morning and we can have a mini cram session.”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Kay, see you then.”
“Sleep well, my gorgeous masturbator.”
He hung up. I stared at my phone until my mom cleared her throat.
“Have you kissed him yet?”
Now my face was definitely red. “Mom.”
“So that’s a yes. He is cute.”
I cringed. “Oh, no, Mom, come on. That is so not cool.”
She laughed. “You can tell me about it, remember that. If you need to talk. You can’t go to your father, but I’ll always be here for you.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
She kissed the top of my head and left the room.
I slammed my chemistry book shut, actually locked my door and went to bed to not sleep.
Yoochun was waiting for me.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked and let his eyes rove down my body.
I shivered under his gaze and somehow managed a yes.
“And did you masturbate well?”
“Yoochun,” I hissed. We weren’t exactly alone on the steps of the school.
He laughed. “No one heard me.”
When he moved to go inside, I stopped him and said, “Let’s sit out here. I won’t undress you out here.”
“Good idea.”
We moved and sat under a tree. Soon it’d be too cold to sit outside. I leaned against the tree and looked into the leaves. Yoochun scooted next to me and propped his math book open on our touching knees. In the next half hour, I watched as Yoochun did four problems, and then corrected them.
“See,” I said, “You can do it.”
“But I got them wrong.”
“You made a tiny mistake that threw the rest of the problem off. You still did the problem right. And I know how Professor Cho grades. She may mark off only two points for that.”
Yoochun put his head in his hands. “I’m going to fail.”
“No, you’re not.” I glanced around and then put my arm around him anyway. He didn’t lean into me, but his body tensed like he wanted to.
“You’ll do great. I believe in you, that counts for something, right?”
He looked at me and smiled. “Yeah.”
The bell rang.
“Go on,” he said. “I need a cigarette.”
I glanced at the school and sighed. “I’d have to say that this is the first time I haven’t wanted to go to into that building.”
Yoochun laughed. “The valedictorian late for class? God forbid.”
At lunch, Yoochun caught up with me again. “Come sit with me.”
“After your friends threatened to beat me up? No thanks.”
Yoochun sighed. “You know there are kids in this very hallway that would kill to have the chance to eat lunch with me.”
I shrugged. “Go ask them then.”
He smiled.
“How was your test?” I asked.
His smile fell. “I know I failed.”
“I know you didn’t.”
He sighed. “Fine. Can I come and sit with you in the library?”
“Chunnie, I don’t want your friends pissed at me.”
“Maybe I don’t care. Maybe I want to spend time with you. Maybe I can’t stand not being near you.”
I looked down the hall at his friends. The guys leaned against lockers and the girls were in a huddle talking. All of them shot questioning glances at Yoochun. It’s like they couldn’t do anything without Yoochun’s approval.
“Whatever,” Yoochun said and turned away. “I’ll see you after school.”
I didn’t call him back. He reached his friends, threw an arm around a girl and walked toward the cafeteria. The girl that had clung to him yesterday brought up the rear of the troupe.
I sighed and went to the library. I ate food that tasted like cardboard, and tried to read a book but the letters blurred. I gave up and put my head on the table. And how was this better than sitting next to Yoochun?
God, I must have looked like a jerk. After yesterday saying I wanted to get to know him, and then practically blowing him off when he wanted to spend time with me.
“You look miserable.”
My head shot up. I stared at Yoochun leaning against a shelf, and nodded. “Yeah,” I managed. “I did something stupid.”
He smirked. “Ah, you? Smartest kid in school? Never. Mind if I sit?”
I shook my head.
He sat down. “You missed the bell.”
“What?”
“The bell rang about five minutes ago. I was waiting for you outside, but came in to look for you.”
“Shit.” I started gathering up my books.
He laid a hand on my arm. “Ditch with me.”
I scoffed. “And suffer the wrath of my mother? No way.”
“So lie to her.”
“Yoochun, she knows I like you.”
“What?” He pulled his hand away.
“She cornered me with it Sunday night when I got home and I tried to lie and she saw right through it.”
“That is not good.”
“She’s not going to say anything about it. Crap. I forgot. Fuck.”
“What?”
“I forgot to ask her if it was alright for me to go with you after school. Guess I’ll call after.”
I stood up, flung my bag on my shoulder and only took a few steps before Yoochun was spinning me and pinning me to the bookshelf. He kissed me, hard, forcing himself into my mouth and against me. I needed to get to class, I was already late and I was never ever late. Not once, and what if I missed something? And what would everyone-
Yoochun’s hand stopped all my thoughts. I broke away from his lips and gasped, head slamming against the shelf behind me. He didn’t let up and continued to touch me. My bag landed on the floor, his mouth covered mine again. I moaned and then grabbed his hips and pulled him close. He grunted and grabbed my wrists. He won the ensuing struggle and held my hands above my head. He pushed his lower body into mine.
“You know that thing about self control?” he whispered.
I made a noise.
“The real test begins.”
Those amazing fingers unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants in record time. I tried to say his name but it turned into “Yuhhhnnggg” when his hand reached in my boxers and grabbed my dick.
“Shh,” he whispered and stroked me. I gasped and his mouth was there to swallow them. My vision went grey. His hand was soft, insistent. Strokes firm.
“Since we were so rudely interrupted yesterday,” he said. “And because you have to be punished for being stupid.”
His hand was gone, his lips gone, so suddenly that I gasped again, and tried to focus on where he went. Knees.
God damn it.
“You better bite your lip or something,” he said and then shoved my dick in his mouth.
I moaned and then bit my lip. I fought for purchase against the smooth wall behind me, hands grabbing the edges of the shelves to keep upright.
His tongue was just as dexterous as his fingers. Lips and the edge of teeth slid up and over and down and along my cock, tight and fast. Breath gasping, body shaking, I bit my lip, as pleasure coiled through me, pulsing waves through muscles and bones and, dear god. Everything went spotty and then black as Yoochun ripped my orgasm from me. He never stopped moving, made a single noise of pleasure and then his throat closed around me in deep swallows.
I slid down the shelf, eyes shut, breath deep and shaky. His mouth pressed against mine and I kissed him lazily, smiling. He readjusted me and did my pants back up.
“See you after school,” he whispered and then stood up.
I reached for him, but he was already gone.
I sat there until a bell rang. Crap. I totally missed all of chemistry. So worth it. I used the shelf to stand on shaky legs.
First blowjob and it was just … amazing. Too quick and I wanted another one. And one after that. I reached for my bag and had to lay a steadying hand on the table. I left the library, and more than one person in the halls looked at me funny. I went to a bathroom, caught a glance of my reflection and found out why. Hair messed up, jacket practically falling off. Shirt untucked. I dropped my bag and fixed my clothes. The hair I rather liked all over the place, so I only tamed it a little bit.
Oh, yeah, and the perma-smirk on my face? The one that said that I’d just gotten some and loved every second of it? That stayed, too.
After school, I practically ran into Yoochun outside my last class. We stared at each other. I smirked at him. His eyes roved my body again, and he licked his lips.
“Should you be doing that with so many people around?” I hissed.
He smiled. “Well, if the rumors around the halls are true, someone ditched out of fifth period to jerk off in the men’s room, so, I’m not exactly worried about what people think of me right now.”
I shook my head. “Ah, rumors. The truth is so much sweeter.”
“Call your mom.”
“Right.”
I dug out my phone. She answered right away and said, “If this has anything to do with your friend the answer is yes.”
I laughed. “Do you know me so well?”
“Yes. Have a good time. Will you be home by dinner?”
“Probably not.”
“Okay. Home by nine. It’s a school night.”
“Thanks, Mom.” I disconnected and turned to Yoochun. “So where are we going?”
He shrugged. “Food?”
“Yeah.”
We walked in silence. I shoved my hands into my pockets to keep from touching him.
And I lowered my head. If I saw him, I wouldn’t have control over my body and I was already thinking about that blow job too much.
“This is what I’m talking about,” Yoochun said. “Why are you always looking at the ground?”
I shrugged. “It’s how I walk.”
“Look up,” he said. “I’m surprised you don’t run into more things.”
After another minute, Yoochun made a noise of frustration and said, “Fine. You want to act like a kid, we’ll play a game. I spy.”
“What?”
“I spy. It’s a game. I’m going to say something that I see and you have to guess what it is?”
I finally turned to him, eyebrow raised. “That’s ridiculous.”
“So is you walking with your head down all the time. Damn it, Changmin, you’re tall, good looking and smart. Why are you trying to hide?”
I didn’t answer him. I wasn’t trying to hide. Was I? Life was just easier when people didn’t notice me.
“I spy something red,” he said suddenly.
I looked at him. He was smiling.
“Well?” he said. “I spy something red. Find it.”
I smirked. “Your lips.”
“Wrong,” he said but his smile widened. “I can’t fucking see my own lips.”
“My lips.”
“They’re not red; more pinkish. Are you wearing lip gloss?”
I shoved him.
“Come on. I spy something red.”
I sighed, but decided to humor him and looked around. We were trekking down a hill, houses on both sides. There were a few red things: doors, flowers, signs and flags. But I figured Yoochun for the sneaky type.
“That red flower pot four houses down.”
“Damn. Kay, your turn.”
“I see something black.”
“Minnie,” he whined.
“What?”
“Everything around us is black.”
“It’s your stupid game.”
He huffed. “Fine. That gate?”
“No.”
“The roof of that shoe shop?”
“No.”
After five more wrong guesses, Yoochun said, “Have we passed it already?”
“No.”
“Give me another hint.”
“A hint? Is that part of the rules?”
“Now it is.”
I laughed. “Fine. I had it wrapped around my hand yesterday.”
Yoochun’s eyes went wide and then dropped to his clothes. He fingered his tie and then exclaimed, “That’s cheating.”
“You never said-”
Yoochun waved his hand at me. “Cheater.”
I shoved him; he shoved me back. And we had a mini shoving match until he abruptly pulled away and put distance between us.
“Too tempting to slam you against the nearest available surface,” he muttered.
“Yes.”
We walked the rest of the way in silence. He led me to a small restaurant. The place was already packed with students. When Yoochun walked in, a group of girls immediately stood up and emptied a table. Yoochun smiled at them, and then sat down at their table. I sat across from him.
One of the girls sat next to Yoochun. “Hi, oppa,” she said, as two of the girls slid in next to me, forcing me to the wall. The fourth girl grabbed a chair from a table and sat at the end.
“Soonyi, what are you doing here?”
“I always meet you here after school,” she said.
“And I thought I made is perfectly clear to you in school today that I didn’t want to see you. Leave. Now.”
“But-”
Yoochun took a deep breath. Soonyi eeped and stood up. She ran out of the door.
“Oppa,” one of the girls said next to me, “aren’t you being a little harsh?”
Yoochun scoffed. “Did even one of you say hello to Changmin?”
They all looked at me.
“No, you didn’t. You just acted like he wasn’t there. I’m tired of all of you. Go away. Now.”
“But oppa-”
“Now!” Yoochun said, loud enough that even I flinched. Everything fell quiet in the café, but the girls all stood up and went to a different table.
Yoochun sighed. “Girls,” he said with a head shake.
Noise gradually returned.
“Do you enjoy that?” I asked. “Lording over them like they’re peasants in your fiefdom?”
“My what?”
I rolled my eyes. “Fiefdom. Your kingdom.”
“They don’t have to do what I tell them to. Is it my fault that they do?”
“I guess not.”
A waitress came over and I watched as Yoochun’s mood morphed. He smiled and batted those eyelashes at her. He introduced the two of us, and then ordered some food.
Before he could say anything else, Yoochun’s entourage sat down. Junsu sat next to me, and Yunho sat in the chair vacated by the girl. A third, Kim Jaejoong, sat next to Yoochun. Jaejoong was gorgeous. Well, they all were, but Jae had this air about him. His hair was blond, and he wore blue colored contacts.
“Dude, Yoochun,” Yunho said. “We saw Soonyi crying again.”
“So what?” he said.
“Just thought you were friendly with her and all.”
“Look, just because you let a girl go on her knees for you doesn’t mean she’s the one,” Yoochun said.
I made some noise of protest.
Yoochun shot me a warning look that the other three missed because they were looking at me.
“Oh, is the conversation too much for our innocent’s ears?” Junsu said.
“Shut up, Junsu,” Yoochun said.
“I was just teasing, Chunnie.” He turned back to me and smiled. “You know that right, Changmin? Just kidding.”
“Whatever,” I said and tried to move away from him.
He laughed and threw an arm around my shoulders. “Come on, Changmin. Are you still upset about yesterday? We were kidding about the beating you up thing. Really.”
“And we’re not assholes, thank you very much,” Yunho said.
Yoochun scoffed. “Yes, you are. Anyway, Min. I don’t know if you know them, but that’s Kim Junsu next to you, Jung Yunho in the chair, and this freakishly girly thing next to me is Kim Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Fuck you.”
“So, Changmin,” Yunho said with a curl of his lips, “smartest guy in school. That has to give you some pull with the ladies. Ever had a blow job?”
“Yunho,” Yoochun growled in warning.
But Yunho didn’t look away from me. I could feel my cheeks heating up, and I dared a glance at Yoochun. He met my eyes, but they offered no help.
So I told the truth. “Yeah,” I said.
All three of them scoffed.
“Yeah, right,” Junsu said. “If even one girl in our school had given you head, we’d all know about it.”
“Who said she went to our school?” I asked.
Yunho smiled. “Who? In what school?”
I looked down, mind scrambling for something to cover for me. Yoochun kicked me under the table. I glanced up quickly and scowled at him.
“I’d rather not talk about it,” I said.
“Oh, come on. This is pure gossip gold,” Junsu crowed. “Almost as good as you ditching fifth to go stroke on off.”
I choked on my water. “I did not,” I said.
“Sure,” Yunho said with a smirk. “Then what girl put that smile on your face, huh?”
“Yunho,” Yoochun said again in warning.
Yunho smiled at him. “Hey, Chunnie, you wanted us to get to know your new friend, so we are.”
“Come on,” Junsu said, shaking my arm. “Tell us who got to give the valedictorian head.”
I couldn’t think of what else to say, so I said, “It was a couple years ago, and she’s a family friend and my mom almost caught us and I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Oh man,” Junsu said with a laugh. “Almost caught by your mom?”
“Better than being caught by your sister,” Jaejoong muttered.
Yoochun burst out laughing.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Yoochun said.
“It’s not nothing,” Yunho said. “One of Jae’s sisters caught him with a girl last year.”
“Shut up, Yunho,” Jaejoong said.
The conversation was interrupted as the food arrived. The three of them also flirted with the waitress and ordered more food when Yoochun made it clear that we weren’t sharing ours.
I thought the topic of blow jobs was done when suddenly Yunho asked, “Seriously, Changmin. I thought girls liked guys with brains. How is it that you’re not trading blow jobs for the answers to every test?”
I choked on my rice. “What?”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “So you’re just that smart kid who has no clue, is that it?”
“Now that I agree with,” Yoochun said.
“Fuck you,” I said to him. “I don’t have time for girls.”
He smiled. “You have time for this.”
“You said you’d pay. Like I’m going to give up free food.”
His eyes narrowed and I smiled in triumph. Now he had to pay for the food.
“And you’re right,” I said. “You should be studying for your physics test.”
“How do you know I have a physics test?
I tapped my temple with the end of my chopstick. “I’m smart.”
The other guys laughed. “He’s got you there, Micky,” Yunho said.
“Micky?” I said.
Yoochun scowled. “Childhood nickname that I would appreciate you NOT calling me.”
“Sure thing, Micky,” I said, and the guys laughed again. I got another kick under the table. The other guy’s food arrived and we all ate in silence for awhile. Yoochun’s foot found mine and slid up my leg. I smiled at him, and did my best to practically make out with my chopsticks. He didn’t look back at me. Another victory for me.
“Joongie!”
They all turned to the door. Jeajoong made a noise of disgust and tried to slide under the table as two girls came toward our table.
I turned my question to Yoochun.
“His sister.”
“Hi, HyeGoy,” Yunho said and stood up and offered his chair.
“Hi, Yunnie,” she said. “Thanks, but we’re not staying. Joongie said he’d take us to the mall.”
Jaejoong groaned.
“You love the mall,” Yoochun said.
“Not with them I don’t.”
“You promised,” Yunho said.
“Can I take you tomorrow?”
HyeGyo pouted. “You said today.”
“I don’t want to go today.”
“You promised.”
“No.”
“Then I tell Dad about the incident.”
Jae groaned. “Damn it.”
HyeGyo shot him a victorious smile.
“Do you have siblings, Changmin?” Jaejoong asked me.
“No.”
“Thank your lucky stars. They’re your best friends until they get blackmail information on you. Yunho, you take her.”
HyeGyo’s face lit up, and she smiled at Yunho.
“Really, Jae?” Yunho said.
“Yes, really. Here.” Jaejoong tossed him a set of keys. “You can even take my Audi. Just don’t scratch it.”
HyeGyo pulled Yunho by the arm. “Come on, Yunnie. Let’s go.”
“Junsu, you go with them,” Jaejoong said.
“What? Why?” Junsu said.
“Chaperone,” Jaejoong said, but nodded his head at the girl that was following Yunho
and HyeGyo out the door.
Junsu grinned. “Good idea.”
He jumped out of his seat.
Yoochun looked at Jaejoong. “Are you insane?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “Nope, just being realistic.”
“You’re insane.”
Jaejoong sighed. “And how healthy is it to hold on to something that can never be?”
“You don’t know that.”
“Give me a break, Micky. It’s not going to happen. Ever.”
I wanted to ask and when Yoochun looked back at me, he smiled and shook his head. He mouthed “Later” at me and went back to eating the last of his noodles.
“So, Changmin,” Jaejoong said with a smirk. “You’re Yoochun’s latest little toy.”
I almost spit out my soda.
“Hey,” Yoochun protested. “He’s not a toy.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Sure.”
Yoochun met my wide eyes and smiled. “Don’t worry. Jaejoong knows. And he’s the only one that does.”
“But Yoochun,” I started.
“Calm down,” Jaejoong said. “Who do you think my sister caught me in the act with last year, huh?”
This time Yoochun shoved him. “Damn it, Jae.”
“You two-”
“Not anymore,” Yoochun said quickly, cutting me off.
Jae smirked. “And it shouldn’t have happened then, but someone practically jumped me.”
“I was helping.”
“Whatever,” Jae said and slouched with a pout.
“Helping,” I said.
Yoochun smiled. “Tutoring, if you prefer.”
I felt myself stiffen, pull away. I moved my foot.
“God, Minnie,” Yoochun said. “Calm down. It’s not like it was yesterday. It was last year.”
“You didn’t see Yoochun getting all jealous when you talked about the girl who sucked you off.”
I blushed and looked at the table top.
Jaejoong sat up quickly. “You were lying?” he demanded and then laughed. “Oh my god, you liar. You’ve never, have you?”
“No, I have-”
Yoochun smirked. “Jae, darling, let’s just say that the library is a very secluded spot during fifth period.”
Jae looked at him, then at me, and then started laughing and saying, “Oh, shit,” and “Oh my god,” over and over. He laughed so hard that he doubled over and onto Yoochun’s shoulder.
Yoochun shoved him off and rolled his eyes. “Hey, Min. Trust me, okay? Jaejoong is and has been my best friend since we were five years old. I tell him everything.”
I nodded. “Yeah, okay. Then trust my mother too.”
“Your mom knows?” Jaejoong said, all laughter gone.
“Yeah, she cornered me with it.”
“Your mom is cooler than mine.”
Yoochun gave him a one armed hug and said, “You’re almost free.”
Jaejoong sighed. “I know.”
“Free from the family. Free from him.”
“I’ll never be free from him.”
“Yes, you will. You’ll find someone.”
Jae pouted and crossed his arms again. “Talk about something else.”
Yoochun looked at me. “Okay, you’re fed. Now what do you want to do?”
I smiled at him. “Burn off some calories.”
Jaejoong scoffed. “If you two are going to flirt through innuendos, then I’m going home.”
“You’ll be walking home.”
“I don’t care. I need a walk.” Jaejoong got up, threw some money on the table and then left without another word.
Yoochun sighed and then met my eyes. “He’s in love with Yunho.”
“Ah. And I take it that Yunho is in love with his sister?”
“Yeah.”
“Shitty.”
“Yep. They had this experimental kiss when they were fourteen, and it almost destroyed their friendship.”
“Too bad.”
“So,” Yoochun said with a very wicked smile.
“What?”
“Have we talked enough for the day? Satisfied with what we’ve done?”
“Talked enough, yes,” I said with an answering smiled, “but satisfied, no.”
“Good. Let’s go burn off some calories.”
Chapter 6 - not so much talking
Chapter 4 - written notes, math notes, class notes, music notes ... whatever
Chapter 3 - at least i'm better at math than he is
Chapter 2 - oh my god, something else he's good at
Chapter 1 - so he is good at something besides looking good?
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Changmin/Yoochun (minor Yunho/Jaejoong and Junsu/FC)
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd make Yoochun play the piano naked.
Warnings: AU
Word Count: 4329
a/n: Seriously, LJ! WTF! What is up with the extra LJ cut??? *shakes head* stupid programming.
Summary: It's the last year of high school, and Changmin doesn't expect it to be any different than the previous three. And then he finds out that Park Yoochun plays the piano. Tickling the ivories never felt this good.
A/N: This story, unlike the previous ones I've posted, is not finished. So updates will not be as frequent.
This story is in first person, told from Changmin's POV.
Chapter 5 - talking is really overrated
“Changmin.”
“Yeah, Mom?” I was bent over my chemistry book again, reading the next chapter.
“Did you have a good day?”
I smiled and looked up. “Yeah.”
“Does he like you, too?”
My phone rang before I could answer. I looked at the display and then said, “Yeah, Mom, he likes me, too.”
“Is that him?”
“Yes.”
“Go ahead and answer it.”
I did quickly. “Hello?”
“Dude, Minnie, I am freaking out. This stuff is crazy. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“You’re speaking in English.”
“Sorry. Better?”
“Yes.”
“This math shit is making my brain all funky.”
“Calm down. You’ll be alight.”
“I’m going to fail and no one is going to care and I’m not going to get into college and I’m-”
“Calm down. Look, are you studying right now?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, here’s what I want you to do. Shut your math book.”
“What?”
“Shut it. Slam it shut.”
I heard a thunk in the background. “Good. Now put it in your bag.”
“Changmin-”
“Just do it.”
Silence. “Now what?”
“Go to bed.”
“What?”
“Go to bed. You can stay up studying all night long but if you don’t get enough sleep then you won’t remember any of it tomorrow.”
“It’s only 8:30.”
“Okay, so don’t go to bed. I don’t care what you do, but stop studying for now, and go to bed before ten.”
“Hmm, I think I’ll go to bed, but I won’t sleep.”
I gasped.
“What about you? Do you want to go to bed?”
“I’m studying for my chemistry test tomorrow.”
“You don’t have a chemistry test tomorrow, so that means that your mom can hear you.”
“Yeah.”
“So me telling you that I’m wearing nothing but boxers and touching my-”
“Yeah,” I said quickly. “Not good.”
Yoochun laughed. I’m sure my face was red. “Alright. Good night, then.”
“If you want, I can meet you in the morning and we can have a mini cram session.”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Kay, see you then.”
“Sleep well, my gorgeous masturbator.”
He hung up. I stared at my phone until my mom cleared her throat.
“Have you kissed him yet?”
Now my face was definitely red. “Mom.”
“So that’s a yes. He is cute.”
I cringed. “Oh, no, Mom, come on. That is so not cool.”
She laughed. “You can tell me about it, remember that. If you need to talk. You can’t go to your father, but I’ll always be here for you.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
She kissed the top of my head and left the room.
I slammed my chemistry book shut, actually locked my door and went to bed to not sleep.
Yoochun was waiting for me.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked and let his eyes rove down my body.
I shivered under his gaze and somehow managed a yes.
“And did you masturbate well?”
“Yoochun,” I hissed. We weren’t exactly alone on the steps of the school.
He laughed. “No one heard me.”
When he moved to go inside, I stopped him and said, “Let’s sit out here. I won’t undress you out here.”
“Good idea.”
We moved and sat under a tree. Soon it’d be too cold to sit outside. I leaned against the tree and looked into the leaves. Yoochun scooted next to me and propped his math book open on our touching knees. In the next half hour, I watched as Yoochun did four problems, and then corrected them.
“See,” I said, “You can do it.”
“But I got them wrong.”
“You made a tiny mistake that threw the rest of the problem off. You still did the problem right. And I know how Professor Cho grades. She may mark off only two points for that.”
Yoochun put his head in his hands. “I’m going to fail.”
“No, you’re not.” I glanced around and then put my arm around him anyway. He didn’t lean into me, but his body tensed like he wanted to.
“You’ll do great. I believe in you, that counts for something, right?”
He looked at me and smiled. “Yeah.”
The bell rang.
“Go on,” he said. “I need a cigarette.”
I glanced at the school and sighed. “I’d have to say that this is the first time I haven’t wanted to go to into that building.”
Yoochun laughed. “The valedictorian late for class? God forbid.”
At lunch, Yoochun caught up with me again. “Come sit with me.”
“After your friends threatened to beat me up? No thanks.”
Yoochun sighed. “You know there are kids in this very hallway that would kill to have the chance to eat lunch with me.”
I shrugged. “Go ask them then.”
He smiled.
“How was your test?” I asked.
His smile fell. “I know I failed.”
“I know you didn’t.”
He sighed. “Fine. Can I come and sit with you in the library?”
“Chunnie, I don’t want your friends pissed at me.”
“Maybe I don’t care. Maybe I want to spend time with you. Maybe I can’t stand not being near you.”
I looked down the hall at his friends. The guys leaned against lockers and the girls were in a huddle talking. All of them shot questioning glances at Yoochun. It’s like they couldn’t do anything without Yoochun’s approval.
“Whatever,” Yoochun said and turned away. “I’ll see you after school.”
I didn’t call him back. He reached his friends, threw an arm around a girl and walked toward the cafeteria. The girl that had clung to him yesterday brought up the rear of the troupe.
I sighed and went to the library. I ate food that tasted like cardboard, and tried to read a book but the letters blurred. I gave up and put my head on the table. And how was this better than sitting next to Yoochun?
God, I must have looked like a jerk. After yesterday saying I wanted to get to know him, and then practically blowing him off when he wanted to spend time with me.
“You look miserable.”
My head shot up. I stared at Yoochun leaning against a shelf, and nodded. “Yeah,” I managed. “I did something stupid.”
He smirked. “Ah, you? Smartest kid in school? Never. Mind if I sit?”
I shook my head.
He sat down. “You missed the bell.”
“What?”
“The bell rang about five minutes ago. I was waiting for you outside, but came in to look for you.”
“Shit.” I started gathering up my books.
He laid a hand on my arm. “Ditch with me.”
I scoffed. “And suffer the wrath of my mother? No way.”
“So lie to her.”
“Yoochun, she knows I like you.”
“What?” He pulled his hand away.
“She cornered me with it Sunday night when I got home and I tried to lie and she saw right through it.”
“That is not good.”
“She’s not going to say anything about it. Crap. I forgot. Fuck.”
“What?”
“I forgot to ask her if it was alright for me to go with you after school. Guess I’ll call after.”
I stood up, flung my bag on my shoulder and only took a few steps before Yoochun was spinning me and pinning me to the bookshelf. He kissed me, hard, forcing himself into my mouth and against me. I needed to get to class, I was already late and I was never ever late. Not once, and what if I missed something? And what would everyone-
Yoochun’s hand stopped all my thoughts. I broke away from his lips and gasped, head slamming against the shelf behind me. He didn’t let up and continued to touch me. My bag landed on the floor, his mouth covered mine again. I moaned and then grabbed his hips and pulled him close. He grunted and grabbed my wrists. He won the ensuing struggle and held my hands above my head. He pushed his lower body into mine.
“You know that thing about self control?” he whispered.
I made a noise.
“The real test begins.”
Those amazing fingers unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants in record time. I tried to say his name but it turned into “Yuhhhnnggg” when his hand reached in my boxers and grabbed my dick.
“Shh,” he whispered and stroked me. I gasped and his mouth was there to swallow them. My vision went grey. His hand was soft, insistent. Strokes firm.
“Since we were so rudely interrupted yesterday,” he said. “And because you have to be punished for being stupid.”
His hand was gone, his lips gone, so suddenly that I gasped again, and tried to focus on where he went. Knees.
God damn it.
“You better bite your lip or something,” he said and then shoved my dick in his mouth.
I moaned and then bit my lip. I fought for purchase against the smooth wall behind me, hands grabbing the edges of the shelves to keep upright.
His tongue was just as dexterous as his fingers. Lips and the edge of teeth slid up and over and down and along my cock, tight and fast. Breath gasping, body shaking, I bit my lip, as pleasure coiled through me, pulsing waves through muscles and bones and, dear god. Everything went spotty and then black as Yoochun ripped my orgasm from me. He never stopped moving, made a single noise of pleasure and then his throat closed around me in deep swallows.
I slid down the shelf, eyes shut, breath deep and shaky. His mouth pressed against mine and I kissed him lazily, smiling. He readjusted me and did my pants back up.
“See you after school,” he whispered and then stood up.
I reached for him, but he was already gone.
I sat there until a bell rang. Crap. I totally missed all of chemistry. So worth it. I used the shelf to stand on shaky legs.
First blowjob and it was just … amazing. Too quick and I wanted another one. And one after that. I reached for my bag and had to lay a steadying hand on the table. I left the library, and more than one person in the halls looked at me funny. I went to a bathroom, caught a glance of my reflection and found out why. Hair messed up, jacket practically falling off. Shirt untucked. I dropped my bag and fixed my clothes. The hair I rather liked all over the place, so I only tamed it a little bit.
Oh, yeah, and the perma-smirk on my face? The one that said that I’d just gotten some and loved every second of it? That stayed, too.
After school, I practically ran into Yoochun outside my last class. We stared at each other. I smirked at him. His eyes roved my body again, and he licked his lips.
“Should you be doing that with so many people around?” I hissed.
He smiled. “Well, if the rumors around the halls are true, someone ditched out of fifth period to jerk off in the men’s room, so, I’m not exactly worried about what people think of me right now.”
I shook my head. “Ah, rumors. The truth is so much sweeter.”
“Call your mom.”
“Right.”
I dug out my phone. She answered right away and said, “If this has anything to do with your friend the answer is yes.”
I laughed. “Do you know me so well?”
“Yes. Have a good time. Will you be home by dinner?”
“Probably not.”
“Okay. Home by nine. It’s a school night.”
“Thanks, Mom.” I disconnected and turned to Yoochun. “So where are we going?”
He shrugged. “Food?”
“Yeah.”
We walked in silence. I shoved my hands into my pockets to keep from touching him.
And I lowered my head. If I saw him, I wouldn’t have control over my body and I was already thinking about that blow job too much.
“This is what I’m talking about,” Yoochun said. “Why are you always looking at the ground?”
I shrugged. “It’s how I walk.”
“Look up,” he said. “I’m surprised you don’t run into more things.”
After another minute, Yoochun made a noise of frustration and said, “Fine. You want to act like a kid, we’ll play a game. I spy.”
“What?”
“I spy. It’s a game. I’m going to say something that I see and you have to guess what it is?”
I finally turned to him, eyebrow raised. “That’s ridiculous.”
“So is you walking with your head down all the time. Damn it, Changmin, you’re tall, good looking and smart. Why are you trying to hide?”
I didn’t answer him. I wasn’t trying to hide. Was I? Life was just easier when people didn’t notice me.
“I spy something red,” he said suddenly.
I looked at him. He was smiling.
“Well?” he said. “I spy something red. Find it.”
I smirked. “Your lips.”
“Wrong,” he said but his smile widened. “I can’t fucking see my own lips.”
“My lips.”
“They’re not red; more pinkish. Are you wearing lip gloss?”
I shoved him.
“Come on. I spy something red.”
I sighed, but decided to humor him and looked around. We were trekking down a hill, houses on both sides. There were a few red things: doors, flowers, signs and flags. But I figured Yoochun for the sneaky type.
“That red flower pot four houses down.”
“Damn. Kay, your turn.”
“I see something black.”
“Minnie,” he whined.
“What?”
“Everything around us is black.”
“It’s your stupid game.”
He huffed. “Fine. That gate?”
“No.”
“The roof of that shoe shop?”
“No.”
After five more wrong guesses, Yoochun said, “Have we passed it already?”
“No.”
“Give me another hint.”
“A hint? Is that part of the rules?”
“Now it is.”
I laughed. “Fine. I had it wrapped around my hand yesterday.”
Yoochun’s eyes went wide and then dropped to his clothes. He fingered his tie and then exclaimed, “That’s cheating.”
“You never said-”
Yoochun waved his hand at me. “Cheater.”
I shoved him; he shoved me back. And we had a mini shoving match until he abruptly pulled away and put distance between us.
“Too tempting to slam you against the nearest available surface,” he muttered.
“Yes.”
We walked the rest of the way in silence. He led me to a small restaurant. The place was already packed with students. When Yoochun walked in, a group of girls immediately stood up and emptied a table. Yoochun smiled at them, and then sat down at their table. I sat across from him.
One of the girls sat next to Yoochun. “Hi, oppa,” she said, as two of the girls slid in next to me, forcing me to the wall. The fourth girl grabbed a chair from a table and sat at the end.
“Soonyi, what are you doing here?”
“I always meet you here after school,” she said.
“And I thought I made is perfectly clear to you in school today that I didn’t want to see you. Leave. Now.”
“But-”
Yoochun took a deep breath. Soonyi eeped and stood up. She ran out of the door.
“Oppa,” one of the girls said next to me, “aren’t you being a little harsh?”
Yoochun scoffed. “Did even one of you say hello to Changmin?”
They all looked at me.
“No, you didn’t. You just acted like he wasn’t there. I’m tired of all of you. Go away. Now.”
“But oppa-”
“Now!” Yoochun said, loud enough that even I flinched. Everything fell quiet in the café, but the girls all stood up and went to a different table.
Yoochun sighed. “Girls,” he said with a head shake.
Noise gradually returned.
“Do you enjoy that?” I asked. “Lording over them like they’re peasants in your fiefdom?”
“My what?”
I rolled my eyes. “Fiefdom. Your kingdom.”
“They don’t have to do what I tell them to. Is it my fault that they do?”
“I guess not.”
A waitress came over and I watched as Yoochun’s mood morphed. He smiled and batted those eyelashes at her. He introduced the two of us, and then ordered some food.
Before he could say anything else, Yoochun’s entourage sat down. Junsu sat next to me, and Yunho sat in the chair vacated by the girl. A third, Kim Jaejoong, sat next to Yoochun. Jaejoong was gorgeous. Well, they all were, but Jae had this air about him. His hair was blond, and he wore blue colored contacts.
“Dude, Yoochun,” Yunho said. “We saw Soonyi crying again.”
“So what?” he said.
“Just thought you were friendly with her and all.”
“Look, just because you let a girl go on her knees for you doesn’t mean she’s the one,” Yoochun said.
I made some noise of protest.
Yoochun shot me a warning look that the other three missed because they were looking at me.
“Oh, is the conversation too much for our innocent’s ears?” Junsu said.
“Shut up, Junsu,” Yoochun said.
“I was just teasing, Chunnie.” He turned back to me and smiled. “You know that right, Changmin? Just kidding.”
“Whatever,” I said and tried to move away from him.
He laughed and threw an arm around my shoulders. “Come on, Changmin. Are you still upset about yesterday? We were kidding about the beating you up thing. Really.”
“And we’re not assholes, thank you very much,” Yunho said.
Yoochun scoffed. “Yes, you are. Anyway, Min. I don’t know if you know them, but that’s Kim Junsu next to you, Jung Yunho in the chair, and this freakishly girly thing next to me is Kim Jaejoong.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Fuck you.”
“So, Changmin,” Yunho said with a curl of his lips, “smartest guy in school. That has to give you some pull with the ladies. Ever had a blow job?”
“Yunho,” Yoochun growled in warning.
But Yunho didn’t look away from me. I could feel my cheeks heating up, and I dared a glance at Yoochun. He met my eyes, but they offered no help.
So I told the truth. “Yeah,” I said.
All three of them scoffed.
“Yeah, right,” Junsu said. “If even one girl in our school had given you head, we’d all know about it.”
“Who said she went to our school?” I asked.
Yunho smiled. “Who? In what school?”
I looked down, mind scrambling for something to cover for me. Yoochun kicked me under the table. I glanced up quickly and scowled at him.
“I’d rather not talk about it,” I said.
“Oh, come on. This is pure gossip gold,” Junsu crowed. “Almost as good as you ditching fifth to go stroke on off.”
I choked on my water. “I did not,” I said.
“Sure,” Yunho said with a smirk. “Then what girl put that smile on your face, huh?”
“Yunho,” Yoochun said again in warning.
Yunho smiled at him. “Hey, Chunnie, you wanted us to get to know your new friend, so we are.”
“Come on,” Junsu said, shaking my arm. “Tell us who got to give the valedictorian head.”
I couldn’t think of what else to say, so I said, “It was a couple years ago, and she’s a family friend and my mom almost caught us and I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Oh man,” Junsu said with a laugh. “Almost caught by your mom?”
“Better than being caught by your sister,” Jaejoong muttered.
Yoochun burst out laughing.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Yoochun said.
“It’s not nothing,” Yunho said. “One of Jae’s sisters caught him with a girl last year.”
“Shut up, Yunho,” Jaejoong said.
The conversation was interrupted as the food arrived. The three of them also flirted with the waitress and ordered more food when Yoochun made it clear that we weren’t sharing ours.
I thought the topic of blow jobs was done when suddenly Yunho asked, “Seriously, Changmin. I thought girls liked guys with brains. How is it that you’re not trading blow jobs for the answers to every test?”
I choked on my rice. “What?”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “So you’re just that smart kid who has no clue, is that it?”
“Now that I agree with,” Yoochun said.
“Fuck you,” I said to him. “I don’t have time for girls.”
He smiled. “You have time for this.”
“You said you’d pay. Like I’m going to give up free food.”
His eyes narrowed and I smiled in triumph. Now he had to pay for the food.
“And you’re right,” I said. “You should be studying for your physics test.”
“How do you know I have a physics test?
I tapped my temple with the end of my chopstick. “I’m smart.”
The other guys laughed. “He’s got you there, Micky,” Yunho said.
“Micky?” I said.
Yoochun scowled. “Childhood nickname that I would appreciate you NOT calling me.”
“Sure thing, Micky,” I said, and the guys laughed again. I got another kick under the table. The other guy’s food arrived and we all ate in silence for awhile. Yoochun’s foot found mine and slid up my leg. I smiled at him, and did my best to practically make out with my chopsticks. He didn’t look back at me. Another victory for me.
“Joongie!”
They all turned to the door. Jeajoong made a noise of disgust and tried to slide under the table as two girls came toward our table.
I turned my question to Yoochun.
“His sister.”
“Hi, HyeGoy,” Yunho said and stood up and offered his chair.
“Hi, Yunnie,” she said. “Thanks, but we’re not staying. Joongie said he’d take us to the mall.”
Jaejoong groaned.
“You love the mall,” Yoochun said.
“Not with them I don’t.”
“You promised,” Yunho said.
“Can I take you tomorrow?”
HyeGyo pouted. “You said today.”
“I don’t want to go today.”
“You promised.”
“No.”
“Then I tell Dad about the incident.”
Jae groaned. “Damn it.”
HyeGyo shot him a victorious smile.
“Do you have siblings, Changmin?” Jaejoong asked me.
“No.”
“Thank your lucky stars. They’re your best friends until they get blackmail information on you. Yunho, you take her.”
HyeGyo’s face lit up, and she smiled at Yunho.
“Really, Jae?” Yunho said.
“Yes, really. Here.” Jaejoong tossed him a set of keys. “You can even take my Audi. Just don’t scratch it.”
HyeGyo pulled Yunho by the arm. “Come on, Yunnie. Let’s go.”
“Junsu, you go with them,” Jaejoong said.
“What? Why?” Junsu said.
“Chaperone,” Jaejoong said, but nodded his head at the girl that was following Yunho
and HyeGyo out the door.
Junsu grinned. “Good idea.”
He jumped out of his seat.
Yoochun looked at Jaejoong. “Are you insane?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “Nope, just being realistic.”
“You’re insane.”
Jaejoong sighed. “And how healthy is it to hold on to something that can never be?”
“You don’t know that.”
“Give me a break, Micky. It’s not going to happen. Ever.”
I wanted to ask and when Yoochun looked back at me, he smiled and shook his head. He mouthed “Later” at me and went back to eating the last of his noodles.
“So, Changmin,” Jaejoong said with a smirk. “You’re Yoochun’s latest little toy.”
I almost spit out my soda.
“Hey,” Yoochun protested. “He’s not a toy.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Sure.”
Yoochun met my wide eyes and smiled. “Don’t worry. Jaejoong knows. And he’s the only one that does.”
“But Yoochun,” I started.
“Calm down,” Jaejoong said. “Who do you think my sister caught me in the act with last year, huh?”
This time Yoochun shoved him. “Damn it, Jae.”
“You two-”
“Not anymore,” Yoochun said quickly, cutting me off.
Jae smirked. “And it shouldn’t have happened then, but someone practically jumped me.”
“I was helping.”
“Whatever,” Jae said and slouched with a pout.
“Helping,” I said.
Yoochun smiled. “Tutoring, if you prefer.”
I felt myself stiffen, pull away. I moved my foot.
“God, Minnie,” Yoochun said. “Calm down. It’s not like it was yesterday. It was last year.”
“You didn’t see Yoochun getting all jealous when you talked about the girl who sucked you off.”
I blushed and looked at the table top.
Jaejoong sat up quickly. “You were lying?” he demanded and then laughed. “Oh my god, you liar. You’ve never, have you?”
“No, I have-”
Yoochun smirked. “Jae, darling, let’s just say that the library is a very secluded spot during fifth period.”
Jae looked at him, then at me, and then started laughing and saying, “Oh, shit,” and “Oh my god,” over and over. He laughed so hard that he doubled over and onto Yoochun’s shoulder.
Yoochun shoved him off and rolled his eyes. “Hey, Min. Trust me, okay? Jaejoong is and has been my best friend since we were five years old. I tell him everything.”
I nodded. “Yeah, okay. Then trust my mother too.”
“Your mom knows?” Jaejoong said, all laughter gone.
“Yeah, she cornered me with it.”
“Your mom is cooler than mine.”
Yoochun gave him a one armed hug and said, “You’re almost free.”
Jaejoong sighed. “I know.”
“Free from the family. Free from him.”
“I’ll never be free from him.”
“Yes, you will. You’ll find someone.”
Jae pouted and crossed his arms again. “Talk about something else.”
Yoochun looked at me. “Okay, you’re fed. Now what do you want to do?”
I smiled at him. “Burn off some calories.”
Jaejoong scoffed. “If you two are going to flirt through innuendos, then I’m going home.”
“You’ll be walking home.”
“I don’t care. I need a walk.” Jaejoong got up, threw some money on the table and then left without another word.
Yoochun sighed and then met my eyes. “He’s in love with Yunho.”
“Ah. And I take it that Yunho is in love with his sister?”
“Yeah.”
“Shitty.”
“Yep. They had this experimental kiss when they were fourteen, and it almost destroyed their friendship.”
“Too bad.”
“So,” Yoochun said with a very wicked smile.
“What?”
“Have we talked enough for the day? Satisfied with what we’ve done?”
“Talked enough, yes,” I said with an answering smiled, “but satisfied, no.”
“Good. Let’s go burn off some calories.”
Chapter 6 - not so much talking
Chapter 4 - written notes, math notes, class notes, music notes ... whatever
Chapter 3 - at least i'm better at math than he is
Chapter 2 - oh my god, something else he's good at
Chapter 1 - so he is good at something besides looking good?
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