Piano Lessons 6/?
Title: Piano Lessons 6/?
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: 4200
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 6 - not so much talking
We had been at the café for longer than I thought. The sun was already setting. We walked in silence back up the hill. He lit a cigarette as we walked. He turned into the alley by the little store, and we climbed the fire escape again.
I stopped in surprise.
There was a blanket, a picnic basket and candles.
I laughed, but then quickly covered the distance between us and kissed him. “It’s awesome,” I said.
“You think it’s cheesy.”
“So? I think it’s awesome that you planned it.”
I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him again. It didn’t take more than ten seconds for the kiss to turn heated and for hands to start tugging at clothes.
“Do you have an alarm set on your phone?” he asked me as I moved my lips to his neck.
“That would probably be a good idea.”
He pulled away and lit the candles as I took out my phone. I discarded my jacket and button down shirt and tie.
I kneeled on the blanket and peeked in the picnic basket. “What kind of food did you bring?”
Yoochun slammed the lid shut. “You just ate.”
“Still hungry,” I said and licked my lips.
Yoochun smirked. He sat next to me and, turning the basket away, opened the lid. He pulled out a plastic container. I licked my lips when I recognized chocolate cake. He crawled into my lap, legs on either side of me, and then popped open the container. I watched, mouth watering, as the spoon disappeared into the chocolate. Eyes glued to it as it rose above the plastic, moved towards me and then disappeared into Yoochun’s mouth.
“Hey,” I protested.
He laughed and scooped another bite. His tongue darted out and licked the underside of the spoon before the cake disappeared again.
The third bite, I grabbed his tie and yanked. He almost dropped the spoon. With my other hand, I latched onto his wrist and brought the spoon to my mouth. With a smirk, I bypassed the spoon for a moment and licked his wrist.
“Oh, god,” he muttered as my tongue slid into the bend his hand made, lapping at his palm. The tip of each finger received its own attention. I slowly licked my way up the spoon before closing my mouth around the bite of cake and slurping it off.
“Mine,” I whispered, eyelashes lowered.
Yoochun swallowed. “Okay.”
I released his wrist but kept a hold of the tie. He fed me the cake, eyes on my lips
as I made out with the spoon after every bite. The last bite I picked off the spoon and fed to him. I shoved the cake past his lips. His tongue fought with it, mouth opening to accept my fingers. His lips closed around them. He swallowed the cake and then his tongue curled around my fingers, cheeks concaving as he sucked on them. I don’t know how I managed to keep my face blank, but I did. Didn’t manage to keep my dick in control though. I was hard in about ten seconds while I thought about that mouth closed around me. I pulled my fingers free, brought them to my mouth and licked them.
Yoochun moaned and moved to kiss me, but I stopped him. “I’m thirsty. All that cake. I need something to swallow.”
Yoochun grinned. “I brought water.”
I loosened my hold on the tie just enough that he could reach into the basket and pull out a bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap and handed it to me. I drank about half of it and handed it to him. He took a swallow of it.
“What else is in your basket of fun?” I asked.
“Depends on how far you’re going to take this tonight.”
I didn’t reply. What did that mean? I wanted another blow job, that was a given, but what else was Yoochun thinking? God, what else had Yoochun done? With Jaejoong, with anyone? I wanted this so badly. I wanted to see him naked, in my lap, skin against mine. I wanted to touch him, but -
I bit my lip and looked away. Down, until I remembered Yoochun’s little reprimand and looked at the sky instead.
It was gray, dusk settling over the buildings. No stars yet.
I lay down, loosening the hold on the tie, but keeping it between my fingers, playing with it as I stared up at the sky.
Yoochun straddled me.
“Lay down,” I said and gave the tie a bit of a tug.
He did, and our hands landed next to each other. I laced our fingers together.
After a few long minutes, I finally spoke, “Tell me about Jaejoong.”
Yoochun sighed. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Are you going to make me tell you about every single person I’ve been with or is Jae just special?”
“Is he special?”
“Only in the fact that he’s my best friend. Yes, I’ve fooled around with Jae and been with Jae in pretty much every way you can think of, but we’re just friends. When I decided that I was going to get to know you this year, Jae was the first one I told. Well, the only one I told. Junsu and Yunho don’t exactly know about our particular orientation.”
“I thought you said Jae and Yunho kissed.”
“Once. A long time ago and Yunho denies it ever happened, so naturally so does Jaejoong. He puts on the front at school just like I do, and yes, I’ve been with girls. Anything else you want to know?”
“Why did your parents send you back here?”
“And that, I’m not talking about.”
“But-”
“No. Do you want to talk about why your father treats you like you don’t exist? Or why you’ve decided that you should just not exist and blend in and walk around like you’re dirt under your father’s shoe?”
Yoochun pulled his hand away from mine and sat up.
I didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t even know that I did that. But honestly, now that Yoochun mentioned it, it made sense. My father never praised me for my grades or for the extra work I did. I tried to remember the last time my father actually talked to me beyond a hello. He had called me to his study before school started to talk about colleges and career plans. And I didn’t even question him when he said I was to go to law school.
Yoochun stood up, walked to the edge of the building and lit a cigarette.
I thought about him before last week, of what I thought about him before last week. Another rich kid, flying through life on his parents coattails while I had to work for everything. Pampered, spoiled, catered to, admired and adored and sought after.
Now all I had to do was trust him that things with him and Jae are just platonic.
I stood up and moved behind him, staring over the rooftops as the sky grew even darker. I ran my hands up his arms, rubbed his shoulders and then slid his jacket off. He took the final drag on his cigarette and tossed it away. I walked us backwards, fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt.
“I guess it doesn’t really matter,” I said and licked his ear. “Just a bit peeved that you know so much more about this than I do and I feel a little overwhelmed, but damn it, Yoochun, I can’t help myself.”
I discarded the button up shirt.
Back at the blanket, I turned him around, wrapped my hand around his tie again and sat down. He ended up kneeling between my legs.
I pulled him to me and kissed him.
Against my lips he said, “You have an unhealthy obsession with my tie.”
“Keeps you where I want you.”
“God,” he moaned and kissed me hard. His hands hooked into my t-shirt and slid it over my head. He pushed my shoulders to the ground, lips attached to my collar bone.
“Tell me what you want, Changmin,” he said, lips grazing my pec muscle. His tongue darted out to lick my nipple.
I arched into him with a cry.
“Whatever you want,” he continued.
“Skin,” I bit out and tugged at his t-shirt.
He moved just enough to pull it off and then he lay down, skin against mine, lips on my neck, one leg sliding between mine, hip pressing against me with a delectable little twist. I groaned. Yoochun’s hand traced over my side.
“How about I kiss you and lick you and bite you until you tell me to stop?” he said.
I nodded. “Yeah. Do that.”
He tongued my ear, bit the lobe and then chewed on my neck. His hand never stopped touching my side or chest. His hips never let up their pressure and he rolled against me more than once. I was moaning, I know I was and saying his name, breathless, but I couldn’t help it. His lips moved to my collar bone, mapping a path down the middle of my chest. His body arched away from me and I tried to get that skin on skin contact back and arched into him.
Yoochun moaned. He bit across my stomach, leaving red marks along my abs. His hands clutched the top of my pants and yanked down far enough that he could drag his teeth across my hips bones.
“Oh my god.”
“Less clothes?” he whispered, tongue reaching beneath the tops of my pants.
As much as I wanted to say yes, I said, “We’re on a roof in the middle of the city.” Well, that’s what I meant to say. Half of it came out in moans as Yoochun’s fingers played with the button on my pants.
He understood though. “There was a greater chance of someone seeing us in the library than there is here.”
I gasped as the button came undone, and then the zipper, but then I grabbed his wrist. From nerves yes, but there was no way I was going to let him know that. I rolled us over and smiled. “Your turn.”
I emulated everything he did to me. Every lick and every bite. On a spot just above his belly button, his whole body jerked and he moaned. I pulled the skin into my mouth and chewed on it, sucked and licked until it was almost purple and Yoochun was muttering incoherent versions of more and stop and holy fuck.
But now the nerves came back. What next?
I moved back up his chest, pausing to lick a nipple. He was gasping, eyes shut, hands barely holding my hips. I licked his bottom lip. His tongue darted out to meet mine and then I pulled away.
“Less clothes,” I whispered.
He made a noise.
I sat up, kneeling on either side of his legs. I ghosted my hands around his body. I tickled that spot above his belly button, and he let out half a laugh and half a moan. My hands only shook a little bit as I undid his pants. I ran my fingers under the band of his boxers. His hips rose and I tugged down, not looking, not yet, taking the clothes all the way off.
I sat back, staring at all of him, naked.
Well, except for the tie.
The lights from the candles flickered on his shimmering skin, shadows dancing along his abs and chest.
“Are you going to stare at me all night?” Yoochun asked.
“Maybe,” I replied.
He reached for his cock and barely had two fingers on it before I grabbed his wrist. “Nope. Mine.” I flung his hand away. “Mine,” I repeated and, with more daring than I knew I had, wrapped my hand around him. We both groaned. He arched into me when I stroked up. His fingers dug into the blanket, eyes fluttering shut, mouth open. I stroked slowly, brain looking at it as more of an experiment. A twist this way, and what did he do? Just a bite of his lip. A twist that way? Oh, louder moan. Twist that way again.
“Minnie,” he whispered. “Kiss me, please.”
He didn’t specify where. I leaned toward my hand and smiled at the way his breath caught. I kissed that bend in his hip, licked up the bone, scraped my teeth up his stomach. My hand never stopped stroking.
“Fuck, Min, go faster please.”
I didn’t. I kissed his chest, licked his nipples and collar bone and neck and bit on his ear, all the while, stroking, memorizing, marveling at the difference between doing this to myself and doing it to someone else. My own dick was currently very uncomfortable, squashed in the confines of my pants.
I slid the tie through the hand not torturing him. Wrapped it and pulled up enough that his upper body raised off the ground.
“I like you like this,” I whispered and swallowed his moans with a deep kiss.
His hand gripped my hips, fingers pushing at the band of pants and boxers. I let him struggle with them, not pulling my body away to slip them off. He whimpered into my mouth. He must have decided that getting me naked wasn’t worth the hassle. He forced his hands between our bodies and into my pants to grab me.
I moaned. I felt his lips smirk and bit one. He yelped, but the kiss didn’t break. His strokes were awkward, fighting with clothes, and I let them, for another moment. It was only the second time he’d had his hands on my bare cock. I knew that I wasn’t going to last long if he started stroking me with the skill I knew he had.
He broke away from my lips with a gasp, head on the ground, but his body arched into mine. I finally stroked him faster. His whole body was tense, trying so hard to hold still to keep from breaking my rhythm. I bit his nipple. The delicious noise from his body was more pleasure than pain, and it faded quickly to mewls and whimpers as I licked and sucked on the nipple.
“Minnie, don’t -ah, stop, please. Fuck. Don’t stop.”
“Why the fuck I would stop? I’m turning you, Mr. Popularity, into a moaning pile of mush. I love it.”
His mutterings stopped making sense after that. My wrist ached, my arm stiffened up. Jerking someone else off was incredibly difficult. He quivered. His hands grabbed my shoulders. His body arched.
“Oh, god, Minnie-ah,” he moaned. It was different. Stroking yourself off, you felt the orgasm coming, but like this, the only real warnings were the body signs. His dick pulsed in my hand and he splattered his stomach. It was a very incredibly mind blowing, erotic sight.
He gasped, lips quirking into a smile when I moaned.
A droplet of come had landed on his tie. I lifted it to wipe it off, and then changed my mind.
“Oh, Chunnie,” I said in a sing song voice.
“Hmm?”
I tugged the tie a bit and he opened his eyes. I had to make sure he saw the come and then I put the end of the tie in my mouth. Not the best tasting stuff. A bit salty, but otherwise, okay.
He moaned, sat up and kissed me around the tie until, growing frustrated he yanked it out of my mouth.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” he demanded against my lips.
“Yes.”
“Are you going to let me see you naked now?”
I let out a huge theatrical sigh. “I guess. Since you came so nicely for me.”
He shivered, and then his hands were pushing at my pants again. I turned us around, rolled over, and ended up on my back. His warm come dripped onto my stomach.
He whimpered. “Minnie, I can’t get down there with your hand wrapped around my tie.”
I smirked and kissed his frown until he molded to my lips and gave up on the pants and proceeded to touch me everywhere else. He managed to slide a hand between our bodies again, trying one-handed to get my pants and boxers off.
“Please, Min,” he whispered against my lips. “Don’t you want to feel my mouth around your cock again?”
I groaned and let go of the tie. He shimmied down my body, pausing only momentarily to kiss my skin, lick at nipples and bite along my stomach. I shivered and moaned with each new spot he licked. He took off the rest of my clothes, and then did what I had done, just stared for a moment. His smile morphed into a wicked smirk and then he dropped. He grasped the base of my dick and lifted it. I met his eyes as his tongue darted out and caught the bead of precome at the tip.
“Don’t you fucking tease me.” The harsh words were ruined by the breathiness in my voice but when his mouth closed around the tip of me, I didn’t really care.
He moved slowly, sliding his tongue down and around me, up all sides. My hips canted up, and his laugh vibrated through my body.
“More,” I gasped, “please, more.”
“In a moment. There’s no need to rush this.”
“More,” I said and wrapped my hands in his hair. I thrust up into his mouth.
He whimpered, but didn’t stop me. My head fell back, eyes shut. Each thrust brought me further down his throat. And each thrust he tried to push it further. When his lips met my body, he hummed.
“Oh, shit,” I said, hands pulling at his hair. My orgasm built, wrapped around me. Not insistent and demanding like earlier in the library, but slow, anticipating. Sensitive. I felt every slip of his tongue, every graze of his teeth. The insistent fingers digging at my hips. I could feel him breathe, gasp for air around my cock. That grayish fuzz obscured my eyes again. Everything froze and shattered.
“Oh, fucking god, Yoochun.”
I’ll admit it. I shouted his name as I came down his throat.
He sucked on me for just a moment longer and then moved his mouth back up my body in soft kisses.
I was gasping.
He aligned our bodies and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him, digging into his mouth with my tongue, rolling us so I had him pinned below me. I slid a hand down to wrap around his cock again, and his hands were grabbing my ass, pushing me against his body.
And then, of course, my phone started beeping.
He broke away with a cry of frustration. I sighed, dropped kisses on his neck and collar bone.
“Until next time,” I muttered.
“Next time should be now,” he replied. He voice was a tiny bit scratchy, and god, I loved it.
I pulled him back to me and kissed him. “I love your ‘I just got a cock shoved down my throat’ voice.”
He laughed. “I love your cock down my throat.”
I moaned and kissed him harder. A few minutes later, my phone beeped again. And this time I broke away from him and rolled away. Any longer and I wouldn’t leave.
He rose first, just enough to grab the basket. He opened the lid and pulled out napkins. He cleaned both of our bodies off, and then crawled the short distance to some clothes. I watched his bare ass, and almost unconsciously licked my lips. I rose quickly, grabbed his hips and pushed my body into him.
He moaned and pushed back against me.
“I can’t wait,” I whispered.
He pushed up, pressing his back against my chest. His hand tangled in my hair as I slowly thrust against him. “Who said you’re going to top?”
I kissed him and his body melted against mine when I started stroking him again. “Let’s just say that I’m pretty confident that you don’t mind when I’m in control.”
He moaned into my mouth. The kiss extended into minutes.
My phone beeped again.
I broke away and managed to put a few inches between our bodies. We were both hard and aching again.
“Fucking curfew,” Yoochun muttered.
We got dressed, exchanging smiles. I waited until he had his t-shirt on and then I grabbed the tie again and yanked him to me.
“This was awesome,” I said. “Thank you.”
“You’re thanking me for a blow job?”
I rolled my eyes. “The picnic, the cake, the candles. You. Everything.”
“Sentimental sap,” he said, but I could tell he was pleased with the way he wouldn’t look at me.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said and kissed him one more time.
“I can’t wait. Don’t forget your backpack.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah.”
He laughed as I hefted it onto my shoulder.
I left him there, again turning to look at him. He was already smoking a cigarette. He caught my eyes, grinned and blew me a kiss. I shook my head, but returned the gesture. I dropped down to the ground and straightened my clothes and tried to do something about my hair.
I walked through the door at 9:01, and almost ran into my father in the hall.
He looked me up and down, and I cringed inwardly thinking of how I looked. He sniffed once and this time I did cringe. Even I could smell that unmistakable rank of semen.
A hand sliced across my cheek.
I didn’t look up again.
“If you ever come to this house again looking like you do now, you won’t be let in, is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Your mother said you were out with friends.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I wasn’t aware that you had friends.”
Silence. But I ached, my heart beating so fast.
“She says you were with that boy who was at dinner on Sunday.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You weren’t drinking, were you?”
“No, sir.”
“I do not approve of this lecherous behavior. You’re not to meet with him or anyone he associates with again, understood?”
I swallowed. “Yes, sir,” I managed to choke out.
“You better have all your schoolwork done.”
“I do, sir.”
And then he was gone.
My mom materialized almost instantly, a frown on her face. She held my eyes for a long moment and then said, “Upstairs. Now.”
I followed her up the stairs to my room. I didn’t sit and she shut the door.
“Why weren’t you in Chemistry today?”
I cringed. “If I told you I fell asleep in the library, would you believe me?”
“You promised that your school work would not be affected by this. I think skipping a class constitutes as your work being affected.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Tomorrow, after school, you’re to come home immediately. Is that understood?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I know your father said you’re not to see him again, but I’ll talk to him about that. But I also think that for the next two weeks you shouldn’t see him outside of the normal school day.”
“His tutoring-”
“You’re in no position to make demands, young man,” she said. “You’re a mess, and you smell like sex. If your father had even suspected that you were with Yoochun, you’d be bloodied on the floor of the hall.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Give me your iPod. I’ve already disconnected your internet. You’ll have no more distractions. You’ll keep your phone just so I can call you, but I’m going to check it every day and there are to be no text messages and no phone calls to anyone else until I say so.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said and handed it all to her.
“Get cleaned up,” she said.
I kept my eyes peeled to the floor as she walked past me. “I know you’re in love, and I know that you’re young, but remember what I said about losing respect for the things around you. I’m very disappointed in you right now.”
The door shut.
I took a deep breath. Well, fuck. I shucked out of my clothes and went to take a long, hot shower.
I was up until almost one, studying. Keeping my mind off Yoochun, or well, as much as I could anyway. Not being able to see him outside of school was going to suck.
I would have gone to bed a lot sooner, but about every half hour, my mom poked her head in the door and made a satisfied noise when she still saw me up, nose buried in a text book.
“You should go to bed, Minnie,” she said finally.
I made a pretense of being startled, and then looked at the clock. “Wow. Almost one.” I faked a yawn.
“Good night, darling.”
“Good night, Mom.”
I was up until past two, remembering Yoochun’s body and kisses and mouth and tongue. And lying there, come drying on my stomach, I thought about it even more, and despite the punishments, I’d still say it was one of the best days of my life.
Chapter 7 - Whirlwinds of WTF-ery
Chapter 5 - talking is really overrated
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: 4200
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 6 - not so much talking
We had been at the café for longer than I thought. The sun was already setting. We walked in silence back up the hill. He lit a cigarette as we walked. He turned into the alley by the little store, and we climbed the fire escape again.
I stopped in surprise.
There was a blanket, a picnic basket and candles.
I laughed, but then quickly covered the distance between us and kissed him. “It’s awesome,” I said.
“You think it’s cheesy.”
“So? I think it’s awesome that you planned it.”
I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him again. It didn’t take more than ten seconds for the kiss to turn heated and for hands to start tugging at clothes.
“Do you have an alarm set on your phone?” he asked me as I moved my lips to his neck.
“That would probably be a good idea.”
He pulled away and lit the candles as I took out my phone. I discarded my jacket and button down shirt and tie.
I kneeled on the blanket and peeked in the picnic basket. “What kind of food did you bring?”
Yoochun slammed the lid shut. “You just ate.”
“Still hungry,” I said and licked my lips.
Yoochun smirked. He sat next to me and, turning the basket away, opened the lid. He pulled out a plastic container. I licked my lips when I recognized chocolate cake. He crawled into my lap, legs on either side of me, and then popped open the container. I watched, mouth watering, as the spoon disappeared into the chocolate. Eyes glued to it as it rose above the plastic, moved towards me and then disappeared into Yoochun’s mouth.
“Hey,” I protested.
He laughed and scooped another bite. His tongue darted out and licked the underside of the spoon before the cake disappeared again.
The third bite, I grabbed his tie and yanked. He almost dropped the spoon. With my other hand, I latched onto his wrist and brought the spoon to my mouth. With a smirk, I bypassed the spoon for a moment and licked his wrist.
“Oh, god,” he muttered as my tongue slid into the bend his hand made, lapping at his palm. The tip of each finger received its own attention. I slowly licked my way up the spoon before closing my mouth around the bite of cake and slurping it off.
“Mine,” I whispered, eyelashes lowered.
Yoochun swallowed. “Okay.”
I released his wrist but kept a hold of the tie. He fed me the cake, eyes on my lips
as I made out with the spoon after every bite. The last bite I picked off the spoon and fed to him. I shoved the cake past his lips. His tongue fought with it, mouth opening to accept my fingers. His lips closed around them. He swallowed the cake and then his tongue curled around my fingers, cheeks concaving as he sucked on them. I don’t know how I managed to keep my face blank, but I did. Didn’t manage to keep my dick in control though. I was hard in about ten seconds while I thought about that mouth closed around me. I pulled my fingers free, brought them to my mouth and licked them.
Yoochun moaned and moved to kiss me, but I stopped him. “I’m thirsty. All that cake. I need something to swallow.”
Yoochun grinned. “I brought water.”
I loosened my hold on the tie just enough that he could reach into the basket and pull out a bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap and handed it to me. I drank about half of it and handed it to him. He took a swallow of it.
“What else is in your basket of fun?” I asked.
“Depends on how far you’re going to take this tonight.”
I didn’t reply. What did that mean? I wanted another blow job, that was a given, but what else was Yoochun thinking? God, what else had Yoochun done? With Jaejoong, with anyone? I wanted this so badly. I wanted to see him naked, in my lap, skin against mine. I wanted to touch him, but -
I bit my lip and looked away. Down, until I remembered Yoochun’s little reprimand and looked at the sky instead.
It was gray, dusk settling over the buildings. No stars yet.
I lay down, loosening the hold on the tie, but keeping it between my fingers, playing with it as I stared up at the sky.
Yoochun straddled me.
“Lay down,” I said and gave the tie a bit of a tug.
He did, and our hands landed next to each other. I laced our fingers together.
After a few long minutes, I finally spoke, “Tell me about Jaejoong.”
Yoochun sighed. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“Are you going to make me tell you about every single person I’ve been with or is Jae just special?”
“Is he special?”
“Only in the fact that he’s my best friend. Yes, I’ve fooled around with Jae and been with Jae in pretty much every way you can think of, but we’re just friends. When I decided that I was going to get to know you this year, Jae was the first one I told. Well, the only one I told. Junsu and Yunho don’t exactly know about our particular orientation.”
“I thought you said Jae and Yunho kissed.”
“Once. A long time ago and Yunho denies it ever happened, so naturally so does Jaejoong. He puts on the front at school just like I do, and yes, I’ve been with girls. Anything else you want to know?”
“Why did your parents send you back here?”
“And that, I’m not talking about.”
“But-”
“No. Do you want to talk about why your father treats you like you don’t exist? Or why you’ve decided that you should just not exist and blend in and walk around like you’re dirt under your father’s shoe?”
Yoochun pulled his hand away from mine and sat up.
I didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t even know that I did that. But honestly, now that Yoochun mentioned it, it made sense. My father never praised me for my grades or for the extra work I did. I tried to remember the last time my father actually talked to me beyond a hello. He had called me to his study before school started to talk about colleges and career plans. And I didn’t even question him when he said I was to go to law school.
Yoochun stood up, walked to the edge of the building and lit a cigarette.
I thought about him before last week, of what I thought about him before last week. Another rich kid, flying through life on his parents coattails while I had to work for everything. Pampered, spoiled, catered to, admired and adored and sought after.
Now all I had to do was trust him that things with him and Jae are just platonic.
I stood up and moved behind him, staring over the rooftops as the sky grew even darker. I ran my hands up his arms, rubbed his shoulders and then slid his jacket off. He took the final drag on his cigarette and tossed it away. I walked us backwards, fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt.
“I guess it doesn’t really matter,” I said and licked his ear. “Just a bit peeved that you know so much more about this than I do and I feel a little overwhelmed, but damn it, Yoochun, I can’t help myself.”
I discarded the button up shirt.
Back at the blanket, I turned him around, wrapped my hand around his tie again and sat down. He ended up kneeling between my legs.
I pulled him to me and kissed him.
Against my lips he said, “You have an unhealthy obsession with my tie.”
“Keeps you where I want you.”
“God,” he moaned and kissed me hard. His hands hooked into my t-shirt and slid it over my head. He pushed my shoulders to the ground, lips attached to my collar bone.
“Tell me what you want, Changmin,” he said, lips grazing my pec muscle. His tongue darted out to lick my nipple.
I arched into him with a cry.
“Whatever you want,” he continued.
“Skin,” I bit out and tugged at his t-shirt.
He moved just enough to pull it off and then he lay down, skin against mine, lips on my neck, one leg sliding between mine, hip pressing against me with a delectable little twist. I groaned. Yoochun’s hand traced over my side.
“How about I kiss you and lick you and bite you until you tell me to stop?” he said.
I nodded. “Yeah. Do that.”
He tongued my ear, bit the lobe and then chewed on my neck. His hand never stopped touching my side or chest. His hips never let up their pressure and he rolled against me more than once. I was moaning, I know I was and saying his name, breathless, but I couldn’t help it. His lips moved to my collar bone, mapping a path down the middle of my chest. His body arched away from me and I tried to get that skin on skin contact back and arched into him.
Yoochun moaned. He bit across my stomach, leaving red marks along my abs. His hands clutched the top of my pants and yanked down far enough that he could drag his teeth across my hips bones.
“Oh my god.”
“Less clothes?” he whispered, tongue reaching beneath the tops of my pants.
As much as I wanted to say yes, I said, “We’re on a roof in the middle of the city.” Well, that’s what I meant to say. Half of it came out in moans as Yoochun’s fingers played with the button on my pants.
He understood though. “There was a greater chance of someone seeing us in the library than there is here.”
I gasped as the button came undone, and then the zipper, but then I grabbed his wrist. From nerves yes, but there was no way I was going to let him know that. I rolled us over and smiled. “Your turn.”
I emulated everything he did to me. Every lick and every bite. On a spot just above his belly button, his whole body jerked and he moaned. I pulled the skin into my mouth and chewed on it, sucked and licked until it was almost purple and Yoochun was muttering incoherent versions of more and stop and holy fuck.
But now the nerves came back. What next?
I moved back up his chest, pausing to lick a nipple. He was gasping, eyes shut, hands barely holding my hips. I licked his bottom lip. His tongue darted out to meet mine and then I pulled away.
“Less clothes,” I whispered.
He made a noise.
I sat up, kneeling on either side of his legs. I ghosted my hands around his body. I tickled that spot above his belly button, and he let out half a laugh and half a moan. My hands only shook a little bit as I undid his pants. I ran my fingers under the band of his boxers. His hips rose and I tugged down, not looking, not yet, taking the clothes all the way off.
I sat back, staring at all of him, naked.
Well, except for the tie.
The lights from the candles flickered on his shimmering skin, shadows dancing along his abs and chest.
“Are you going to stare at me all night?” Yoochun asked.
“Maybe,” I replied.
He reached for his cock and barely had two fingers on it before I grabbed his wrist. “Nope. Mine.” I flung his hand away. “Mine,” I repeated and, with more daring than I knew I had, wrapped my hand around him. We both groaned. He arched into me when I stroked up. His fingers dug into the blanket, eyes fluttering shut, mouth open. I stroked slowly, brain looking at it as more of an experiment. A twist this way, and what did he do? Just a bite of his lip. A twist that way? Oh, louder moan. Twist that way again.
“Minnie,” he whispered. “Kiss me, please.”
He didn’t specify where. I leaned toward my hand and smiled at the way his breath caught. I kissed that bend in his hip, licked up the bone, scraped my teeth up his stomach. My hand never stopped stroking.
“Fuck, Min, go faster please.”
I didn’t. I kissed his chest, licked his nipples and collar bone and neck and bit on his ear, all the while, stroking, memorizing, marveling at the difference between doing this to myself and doing it to someone else. My own dick was currently very uncomfortable, squashed in the confines of my pants.
I slid the tie through the hand not torturing him. Wrapped it and pulled up enough that his upper body raised off the ground.
“I like you like this,” I whispered and swallowed his moans with a deep kiss.
His hand gripped my hips, fingers pushing at the band of pants and boxers. I let him struggle with them, not pulling my body away to slip them off. He whimpered into my mouth. He must have decided that getting me naked wasn’t worth the hassle. He forced his hands between our bodies and into my pants to grab me.
I moaned. I felt his lips smirk and bit one. He yelped, but the kiss didn’t break. His strokes were awkward, fighting with clothes, and I let them, for another moment. It was only the second time he’d had his hands on my bare cock. I knew that I wasn’t going to last long if he started stroking me with the skill I knew he had.
He broke away from my lips with a gasp, head on the ground, but his body arched into mine. I finally stroked him faster. His whole body was tense, trying so hard to hold still to keep from breaking my rhythm. I bit his nipple. The delicious noise from his body was more pleasure than pain, and it faded quickly to mewls and whimpers as I licked and sucked on the nipple.
“Minnie, don’t -ah, stop, please. Fuck. Don’t stop.”
“Why the fuck I would stop? I’m turning you, Mr. Popularity, into a moaning pile of mush. I love it.”
His mutterings stopped making sense after that. My wrist ached, my arm stiffened up. Jerking someone else off was incredibly difficult. He quivered. His hands grabbed my shoulders. His body arched.
“Oh, god, Minnie-ah,” he moaned. It was different. Stroking yourself off, you felt the orgasm coming, but like this, the only real warnings were the body signs. His dick pulsed in my hand and he splattered his stomach. It was a very incredibly mind blowing, erotic sight.
He gasped, lips quirking into a smile when I moaned.
A droplet of come had landed on his tie. I lifted it to wipe it off, and then changed my mind.
“Oh, Chunnie,” I said in a sing song voice.
“Hmm?”
I tugged the tie a bit and he opened his eyes. I had to make sure he saw the come and then I put the end of the tie in my mouth. Not the best tasting stuff. A bit salty, but otherwise, okay.
He moaned, sat up and kissed me around the tie until, growing frustrated he yanked it out of my mouth.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” he demanded against my lips.
“Yes.”
“Are you going to let me see you naked now?”
I let out a huge theatrical sigh. “I guess. Since you came so nicely for me.”
He shivered, and then his hands were pushing at my pants again. I turned us around, rolled over, and ended up on my back. His warm come dripped onto my stomach.
He whimpered. “Minnie, I can’t get down there with your hand wrapped around my tie.”
I smirked and kissed his frown until he molded to my lips and gave up on the pants and proceeded to touch me everywhere else. He managed to slide a hand between our bodies again, trying one-handed to get my pants and boxers off.
“Please, Min,” he whispered against my lips. “Don’t you want to feel my mouth around your cock again?”
I groaned and let go of the tie. He shimmied down my body, pausing only momentarily to kiss my skin, lick at nipples and bite along my stomach. I shivered and moaned with each new spot he licked. He took off the rest of my clothes, and then did what I had done, just stared for a moment. His smile morphed into a wicked smirk and then he dropped. He grasped the base of my dick and lifted it. I met his eyes as his tongue darted out and caught the bead of precome at the tip.
“Don’t you fucking tease me.” The harsh words were ruined by the breathiness in my voice but when his mouth closed around the tip of me, I didn’t really care.
He moved slowly, sliding his tongue down and around me, up all sides. My hips canted up, and his laugh vibrated through my body.
“More,” I gasped, “please, more.”
“In a moment. There’s no need to rush this.”
“More,” I said and wrapped my hands in his hair. I thrust up into his mouth.
He whimpered, but didn’t stop me. My head fell back, eyes shut. Each thrust brought me further down his throat. And each thrust he tried to push it further. When his lips met my body, he hummed.
“Oh, shit,” I said, hands pulling at his hair. My orgasm built, wrapped around me. Not insistent and demanding like earlier in the library, but slow, anticipating. Sensitive. I felt every slip of his tongue, every graze of his teeth. The insistent fingers digging at my hips. I could feel him breathe, gasp for air around my cock. That grayish fuzz obscured my eyes again. Everything froze and shattered.
“Oh, fucking god, Yoochun.”
I’ll admit it. I shouted his name as I came down his throat.
He sucked on me for just a moment longer and then moved his mouth back up my body in soft kisses.
I was gasping.
He aligned our bodies and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him, digging into his mouth with my tongue, rolling us so I had him pinned below me. I slid a hand down to wrap around his cock again, and his hands were grabbing my ass, pushing me against his body.
And then, of course, my phone started beeping.
He broke away with a cry of frustration. I sighed, dropped kisses on his neck and collar bone.
“Until next time,” I muttered.
“Next time should be now,” he replied. He voice was a tiny bit scratchy, and god, I loved it.
I pulled him back to me and kissed him. “I love your ‘I just got a cock shoved down my throat’ voice.”
He laughed. “I love your cock down my throat.”
I moaned and kissed him harder. A few minutes later, my phone beeped again. And this time I broke away from him and rolled away. Any longer and I wouldn’t leave.
He rose first, just enough to grab the basket. He opened the lid and pulled out napkins. He cleaned both of our bodies off, and then crawled the short distance to some clothes. I watched his bare ass, and almost unconsciously licked my lips. I rose quickly, grabbed his hips and pushed my body into him.
He moaned and pushed back against me.
“I can’t wait,” I whispered.
He pushed up, pressing his back against my chest. His hand tangled in my hair as I slowly thrust against him. “Who said you’re going to top?”
I kissed him and his body melted against mine when I started stroking him again. “Let’s just say that I’m pretty confident that you don’t mind when I’m in control.”
He moaned into my mouth. The kiss extended into minutes.
My phone beeped again.
I broke away and managed to put a few inches between our bodies. We were both hard and aching again.
“Fucking curfew,” Yoochun muttered.
We got dressed, exchanging smiles. I waited until he had his t-shirt on and then I grabbed the tie again and yanked him to me.
“This was awesome,” I said. “Thank you.”
“You’re thanking me for a blow job?”
I rolled my eyes. “The picnic, the cake, the candles. You. Everything.”
“Sentimental sap,” he said, but I could tell he was pleased with the way he wouldn’t look at me.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said and kissed him one more time.
“I can’t wait. Don’t forget your backpack.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah.”
He laughed as I hefted it onto my shoulder.
I left him there, again turning to look at him. He was already smoking a cigarette. He caught my eyes, grinned and blew me a kiss. I shook my head, but returned the gesture. I dropped down to the ground and straightened my clothes and tried to do something about my hair.
I walked through the door at 9:01, and almost ran into my father in the hall.
He looked me up and down, and I cringed inwardly thinking of how I looked. He sniffed once and this time I did cringe. Even I could smell that unmistakable rank of semen.
A hand sliced across my cheek.
I didn’t look up again.
“If you ever come to this house again looking like you do now, you won’t be let in, is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Your mother said you were out with friends.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I wasn’t aware that you had friends.”
Silence. But I ached, my heart beating so fast.
“She says you were with that boy who was at dinner on Sunday.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You weren’t drinking, were you?”
“No, sir.”
“I do not approve of this lecherous behavior. You’re not to meet with him or anyone he associates with again, understood?”
I swallowed. “Yes, sir,” I managed to choke out.
“You better have all your schoolwork done.”
“I do, sir.”
And then he was gone.
My mom materialized almost instantly, a frown on her face. She held my eyes for a long moment and then said, “Upstairs. Now.”
I followed her up the stairs to my room. I didn’t sit and she shut the door.
“Why weren’t you in Chemistry today?”
I cringed. “If I told you I fell asleep in the library, would you believe me?”
“You promised that your school work would not be affected by this. I think skipping a class constitutes as your work being affected.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Tomorrow, after school, you’re to come home immediately. Is that understood?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I know your father said you’re not to see him again, but I’ll talk to him about that. But I also think that for the next two weeks you shouldn’t see him outside of the normal school day.”
“His tutoring-”
“You’re in no position to make demands, young man,” she said. “You’re a mess, and you smell like sex. If your father had even suspected that you were with Yoochun, you’d be bloodied on the floor of the hall.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Give me your iPod. I’ve already disconnected your internet. You’ll have no more distractions. You’ll keep your phone just so I can call you, but I’m going to check it every day and there are to be no text messages and no phone calls to anyone else until I say so.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said and handed it all to her.
“Get cleaned up,” she said.
I kept my eyes peeled to the floor as she walked past me. “I know you’re in love, and I know that you’re young, but remember what I said about losing respect for the things around you. I’m very disappointed in you right now.”
The door shut.
I took a deep breath. Well, fuck. I shucked out of my clothes and went to take a long, hot shower.
I was up until almost one, studying. Keeping my mind off Yoochun, or well, as much as I could anyway. Not being able to see him outside of school was going to suck.
I would have gone to bed a lot sooner, but about every half hour, my mom poked her head in the door and made a satisfied noise when she still saw me up, nose buried in a text book.
“You should go to bed, Minnie,” she said finally.
I made a pretense of being startled, and then looked at the clock. “Wow. Almost one.” I faked a yawn.
“Good night, darling.”
“Good night, Mom.”
I was up until past two, remembering Yoochun’s body and kisses and mouth and tongue. And lying there, come drying on my stomach, I thought about it even more, and despite the punishments, I’d still say it was one of the best days of my life.
Chapter 7 - Whirlwinds of WTF-ery
Chapter 5 - talking is really overrated
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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