Piano Lessons 11/?
Title: Piano Lessons 11/?
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: 3488
A/N: this is the last chapter I have finished, so from this point on, updates will not be as frequent. I'm thinking though that there will be 12, maybe 13 chapters total, so we're almost through!
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 11 - … oh, right, because I haven’t had a boyfriend in my entire high school career
I hadn’t realized I drifted off to sleep until Yoochun moved. Not away from me, but against me. His mouth closed over my bicep. He moaned and thrust against me again. I shivered as I slid in and out of his body. My cock twitched.
“Can we stay like this forever?” Yoochun muttered.
I smiled. “I don’t think they’ll let me go to college like this, and there’s no piano in this room.”
He sighed. “Fuck.”
There was pounding on the door.
“Alright,” Jae shouted. “You’ve been quiet for a good ten minutes. Don’t you dare start another round.”
“We wouldn’t without you, darling,” Yoochun shouted back.
I smiled and rolled my eyes. “You’re still thinking about the foursome thing, aren’t you?”
“Oh, man, and what if we could get Junsu drunk enough and have a nice little orgy?”
I held him tightly and bit down on that spot between his neck and shoulder.
He hissed, and then continued to push against me.
“I’m not sharing you.”
His moan had me ready for more. I rolled us over, just a bit, so were still on our sides, but at a better angle. I propped up on an elbow and twisted my hand in his hair.
He gasped and shuddered.
“Since I don’t have a tie to keep you where I want you,” I whispered and then continued abusing his skin. I started fucking him, very slowly.
“Oh my god,” he groaned.
I mentally agreed. Everything was tingling, sensitive and with the added bonus of the last round, I slid into him easily.
And then Jae started pounding on the door again. “You stupid fuckers.”
I stopped, resting my head against Yoochun’s neck. He whimpered and pushed back. “Ignore him.”
“I think we can ignore him better if we take this into the shower.”
Yoochun shivered. “Fantastic idea, my brilliant boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?”
We’d never used that word before.
He turned just his eyes to me, and I remembered that I was still gripping his hair. I released it. With another slide of his hips and a
press of lips on mine, he said, “Um, yeah. Aren’t you?”
Jae knocked again, this time threatening to come in.
Yoochun kept fucking me. My eyes rolled back and I kissed him, hand in his hair again.
And then the door opened, and something in my mind panicked, but my body didn’t care, following Yoochun’s slow movements with my own. Yoochun broke away from my lips for a moment. He smiled and then pushed my back to the bed. Carefully, he moved with me and then sat up, and crossed his legs.
“Something I can help you with, Jae?” Yoochun asked as if we both weren’t naked, and I didn’t have my dick up his ass.
Yoochun shifted just a bit. I moaned and settled my hands on his hips, shifting him more.
“Yunho! Your girlfriend is about to pass out!”
Yoochun leaned back on his hands and actually rode me. I really really wanted to see Jaejoong’s reaction, but that meant I’d have to take my eyes away from the sight of me disappearing into Yoochun, and that was not an option.
Yunho appeared in the doorway, grunted, blushed, stammered something and then grabbed Jaejoong and slammed the door.
Yoochun laughed and let his arms collapse so he was laying on my chest and stomach. Gasping, I held him close, no longer able to move for fear of slipping out of him.
“I’m going to be mad about that later.”
“Not now?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Too busy fucking you to care.”
Yoochun laughed again and then sat up. With a delectable noise and a twist of his hips, he lifted off of me. My dick smacked against my stomach.
“Ah, baby,” I said, trying to maneuver him back.
“Shower,” he replied and slipped away from my hands.
I sighed and took deep breath.
“Don’t you dare calm yourself down,” Yoochun said as he walked across the room. “We’re just moving this to the shower.”
“Good.” Mid stretch I froze. I ran a hand through the come clinging to my cock. It was pink.
“Um, Yoochun.” My voice wavered.
“Huh?”
When I couldn’t reply, he turned around and came back to me. He took my hand, smiled and then licked my finger.
“What?” he asked.
“You’re bleeding.”
His grin widened. “Probably and I’m sore and walking is going to suck-”
“But you’re bleeding.” My voice broke.
“Calm down, Minnie. It happens with rough sex and not enough lube. I’m okay. Come on.” He tugged on my arms.
Still a little thrown, I managed to sit up.
Yoochun wrapped loose fingers around my flagging cock and stroked me. My eyes shut.
“You didn’t hurt me, okay. I’m fine. But if you feel so badly about it, I don’t mind you carrying me everywhere for the rest of the day.”
He tugged and I stood up. With a lick of his lips, he turned and led me into the bathroom by my dick.
The décor in the bathroom was almost worse than the bedroom.
“I think the next time I see roses, I’m going to throw up,” I said.
He laughed and started the water. We climbed under the warm spray, shivering and then Yoochun curled up against me, arms around my waist.
“I love that you’re so tall,” he whispered. “You’re just the perfect height for me to lean against you.”
We stood under the spray and then Yoochun’s hands traveled south, cupping my ass and thrusting against me.
“Weren’t we in the middle of something?”
“But you’re hurt.”
I didn’t see him, but I knew he rolled his eyes at me. “I’m fine.”
He pulled away and took my cock in his hand, stroking it. With an upstroke, I winced.
“And see, you’re not unscathed,” he said. He stretched my dick and ran a soft finger over it. “All chaffed and sore. And since it was my ass that did this to you, I should probably kiss it better, huh?”
“Yes, you should.”
He smirked at me and dropped to he knees and engulfed me. I had to put a hand up on the shower wall to support myself. The other hand immediately tangled in his hair.
“Good god, Yoochun,” I growled and canted my hips.
He moaned around me, and with a hand on my thigh, directed me forward.
I got the hint. I took my other hand and gripped his face, thumb on his cheek, fingers curling around his jaw. I pushed into his outh, but he whimpered. Hair plastered to his face, in his eyes that looked up at me, begging for more with no words.
“You’re insane,” I muttered, but hardly cared.
He smiled around my cock as I slid in and out of his mouth again. His hand cupped my ass and he yanked me forward and then back ith a growl. I pulled on his hair, twisting more of it around my fingers, but gave him what he wanted, and fucked his face almost as hard as I had fucked his ass. He continued to moan and whimper around my cock. My legs started shaking, pleasure again tightening through my body as Yoochun’s lips met my body with almost every thrust. I had to lean more of my weight on the wall, and the next thrust slid in at a different angle, and my dick scraped across his teeth.
I cried out, head falling back, but hit that angle again and again.
A press of a single finger against my hole had my head snapping forward to stare wide eyed down at Yoochun. He smirked around my cock when I faltered for a moment.
“Oh fuck, Yoochun, don’t tease me,” I said, head falling to the wall again.
But the finger stayed put, moving only as my hips moved.
God, I wanted it, him to dig at me, and really the thought of Yoochun fucking me never crossed my mind until that moment and I could almost feel it, almost feel his body slamming against mine as I kneeled in front of him.
I came, practically screaming and doubling over, with my dick pressed down his throat.
Slowly the world came back into focus. The sound of the shower spray and the feel of Yoochun’s lips on my neck filled the void.
I reached for his cock because he had to be hard, but he stilled my hand and said, “It was too hot, so I had to jerk it off while you fucked my face.”
“You’re insane,” I repeated with a chuckle and grabbed his face to kiss him. His arms wrapped around my body and we fell against the side wall and further into the shower spray. I didn’t care if I was swallowing water between kisses, nothing could make me stop.
He pulled us away from the spray and said against my lips, “Let’s get cleaned up. I know you’re hungry and you’re going to need energy for later tonight.”
“Why?”
“Big house, lots of rooms, remember? Let me wash your hair.”
I smiled, content to let him do whatever he wanted. When firm fingers kneaded my scalp, I moaned and tried to press our bodies together.
He laughed and continued. Conditioner next and then a soaped up loufa over my body. He teased me, fingers playing with my nipples and tickling this one place on my ribs that I didn’t know was ticklish. His arms went around me and our bodies slid together, slick with soap. We both moaned but he continued to scrub my back, hands lower and lower until firm fingers of one hand kneaded the base of my spine. The other washed my ass, over the cheeks and then between.
Yoochun stopped, his finger pressed against my hole again.
I moaned and pushed back.
He laughed and then with teeth tugging my earlobe whispered, “How ‘bout it, Minnie? Wanna turn on the bottom?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
His finger circled my entrance, pressing enough that I could feel it, but not enough to enter me.
“Later, in a bed that isn’t covered in roses?”
I chuckled, breathless. “Definitely.”
Yoochun quickly washed himself and then shut the water off. We found towels and dried off before going back into the room to dress. Clothes back on, I held him close and kissed him before heading to the door.
“Hey,” he said and I turned around. “Aren’t you supposed to be carrying me?”
I rolled my eyes, but went back to him. “Yes. I should, huh?”
Before he could do more than smirk, I bent down, stuck his stomach against my shoulder and stood up.
“This is not what I meant,” he protested and squirmed.
I almost dropped him, but patted his ass and said, “You didn’t specify.”
I carried him out of the room. Junsu, Jae and Yunho all turned around at the same time. Junsu laughed.
“What the hell?” Jae said.
I went to a chair and dropped Yoochun into it.
“Ow, fucker,” he said, smacking my leg. “I’m sore, remember?”
I sat in his lap, legs stretched over the arm of the chair, and put my arms around his neck. “Sorry, baby.”
He rolled his eyes and said, “Pouting does not look good on you. You’re not forgiven. Get off me.”
I laughed, but slid down the chair and sat on the floor. I laid my head on his thigh.
“Yunho gives you twenty minutes and you two disappear for almost an hour,” Jae spat.
“You’re just jealous,” Yoochun said.
Jae huffed.
Yunho smiled and pulled him into a hug. “He’s just mad because you put sex before his cooking.”
Yoochun laughed. “Minnie, go get me some food.”
I made a show of getting to my knees, stretching my hands on either side of his hips. I leaned over him and licked my lips. “Haven’t had enough to swallow, huh?”
“God,” Junsu said. “From the straight guy, I want to thank YunJae for not acting like you two do.”
I laughed and stood up and headed for the kitchen.
“So, Micky,” Jae said, “Yunho said that you said that you’re going to perform at school soon.”
Yoochun groaned and put his face in his hands. “God, don’t remind me.”
“Are you nervous?” Junsu asked.
“No, I’m used to performing,” Yoochun said. And seeing their blank stares, continued, “In America.”
“I’m confused,” Yunho said.
Yoochun sighed.
“Want me to take this one?” Jae asked.
“Yes, please.”
I finished fixing a plate of rice and vegetables and meat while Jae told Yunho and Junsu about Yoochun’s life in America and his father’s punishments. I sat in his lap and his arms went around me as I fed him from the plate.
“That sucks,” Yunho said.
“It gets better,” Yoochun said. “If I do this, and play like Professor Kim wants me to-”
“-and get into a good music university and write your own songs and-”
Yoochun pinched my leg hard and I yelped.
“Anyway,” he said. “If I do this, and my family finds out, they’re going to cut me off. That’s the punishment if I’m caught playing. I get kicked out and my weekly stipend disappears.”
Yunho laughed. “So? You can live here.”
“What?”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “Don’t be stupid, Yoochun.”
“Your parents aren’t going to let me move in.”
“Jae’s been practically living here for three weeks and my parents don’t care. They like you. You’ll always be welcome here. And besides, they’re barely home anyway.”
Yoochun looked down at our joined hands.
“I think you’re all out of excuses,” I said.
He scoffed.
“Are you through eating?” I asked.
“Yeah, thanks.”
“Let’s go upstairs and watch TV,” Yunho said.
Yoochun tightened his arms around my stomach. “You guys go. We’ll be up in a few minutes.”
Jae’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not a good idea.”
Yoochun laughed. “Trust me. Ten minutes, max.”
“Changmin,” Yunho said. “Ten minutes.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
They left us alone and as soon as they disappeared around the corner, Yoochun held me more tightly.
“So. You seemed to have a mini freak out when I called you my boyfriend.”
“I did not,” I immediately protested.
Yoochun leaned away and crossed his arms. “Well, you didn’t acknowledge it.”
“Well, excuse me for being in the middle of fucking you at the moment,” I said with a grin. “I had other things on my body.”
He didn’t smile. I reached and ran the back of my fingers on his cheek. “We’ve just never said that before,” I whispered. “I’ve never really called you that, or really even thought of you as that. Why put a label on our relationship?”
“Nice try to placate me, but I’m being serious. What is this, Minnie?”
“Are you looking for declarations of love or-”
“How about a reassurance that you’re not going to go fucking someone else-”
“Says the guy that wants a foursome with Jae and Yunho.”
Yoochun sighed.
I quickly grabbed his chin and placed a small kiss on his cheek. “Don’t be ridiculous, Yoochun. The boyfriend thing didn’t freak me out. It just startled me is all. It’s the first time you’ve called me that, and it felt nice. Like … like I belong with you and …”
“You haven’t belonged anywhere else?”
“In a sense, yes. I love being with you, Chunnie. I love kissing you.” I kissed him, more than a press of lips. “I love touching you.” I ran my hands along his arms and shoulders, wrapping fingers into his hair again. “I love talking to you and holding your hand and laughing with you, and when we’re at lunch and our legs brush together, I have to smile because it’s just so perfect knowing that you’re mine and that little brush of thigh is just for me. It’s my touch. Just mine. And you’re mine. Just mine and if we must take all of that and shove it into a label, then I guess boyfriends is good enough.”
Yoochun was smiling, and I could tell that he was trying not to. But his eyes shone with happiness and the side of his lip quirked up and his hands had settled, one on my hip, one on my shoulder.
“Good,” he said, voice shaking with laughter. “Just so we’re clear.”
I nodded and leaned in to kiss him again.
“And,” he said, stopping me, “the foursome thing.”
I rolled my eyes. “Let me get used to you first before you go throwing two more people into it.”
“That wasn’t a no.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
He laughed. “So do we go upstairs, or go back into the room full of rose throw up?”
“Upstairs,” I said, and he frowned. “This food needs to settle, and I need a nap before we start making use of all the rooms in this house.”
I took his hand and pulled him to his feet. We walked, hand-in-hand, up to Yunho’s room. Before going inside, I pinned him to the wall, and kissed him.
“I like you, Park Yoochun,” I said, “and I am very, very happy that I’m you’re boyfriend.”
“I’m happy, too,” he said. “At the beginning of the year, I would have been happy just being your friend, but this is so so so much better.”
“Yeah, it is.”
We kissed again, and then the door flung open and Jaejoong scoffed and pulled us apart, and dragged Yoochun into the game room.
“Sorry,” Yoochun said, as he sat in an arm chair. “We had to have a ‘defining the relationship’ talk.”
“And?” Jae said, nose wrinkled in worry.
I rolled my eyes as I curled up in Yoochun’s lap. “I’m his ‘boyfriend’,” I said in a sappy tone that made them all laugh.
They were watching a football game. I watched too but paid more attention to my hands threading through Yoochun’s hair and his fingers tracing nonsensical patterns on my leg and knee. Yunho and Junsu were into it, and cheering for opposite teams.
“This is when they start fighting,” Yoochun whispered, “and Jae has to break them up.”
Two moments later, Yunho stood up, shouting at the refs on the screen.
“What are you talking about?” Junsu demanded. “That was completely flagrant. He should have been given a red card.”
“Why? Because that asshole can’t run without tripping?”
After a few more barbs, and Junsu was suddenly on his feet, Jae smoothly stepped between them, putting his hands on Yunho’s chest and backing him away a few inches.
“Yunho, darling, it’s just a yellow card, and the game is almost over with your team winning by two goals.”
“But now it’s different,” Yoochun whispered in my ear. “Usually Yunho will argue with Jaejoong for a few minutes, too, about him taking Junsu’s side all the time.”
Yunho sat down, and then when Jae wasn’t looking, stuck his tongue out at Junsu. Jae curled up against him, and when the game ended and Yunho’s team won, he only shoved it in Junsu’s face a little.
“Hey, Minnie,” Junsu said, “do you play pool?”
“I never have,” I replied.
“Come on, I’ll teach you.”
I looked at Yoochun and he grinned, “Better you than me. We all know better than to play against Junsu. He’s really good.”
“Ah, Chunnie, it’s not like that. He should learn to play.”
“Don’t you have to go home, Changmin?” Jae asked. “It’s almost seven.”
“No,” I replied. “I told my mom I’d be over here and she practically gave me permission to be out all night.”
“Why?”
I shrugged.
Yoochun said, “Yunho’s parents.”
Yunho’s eyes narrowed at me. “You’re not using our friendship as a reason to get close to me and my family so you can make yourself better, are you?”
I scoffed. “No, but my father probably will. He wants me to be a lawyer.”
“What do you want to be?” Yoochun asked me.
I frowned. I’d never thought about what I wanted to be. It was quiet in the room for a long time, and then I shrugged. “I don’t know. But it doesn’t matter. I’m going to be a lawyer.”
“And then you’ll end up miserable your whole life,” Yunho said. “My father knows I don’t want to be a lawyer. I’m going to study business and then Jae and I are opening a restaurant.”
Jae blushed. “No, we’re not. You’re going to do something worthwhile.”
Yoochun moved to his friends and hugged Jae and kissed his cheek. “Your food is worthwhile.”
“Then why did you pass it up for sex?” Jae demanded.
“You were still making it and I was horny.”
Jaejoong tried not to laugh, but failed and pushed him away.
“I’ll eat there everyday,” Yoochun said.
“You’re not getting free food.”
Chapter 12 - performing arts or performing acts? i'll take the latter
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Chapter 10 - can you please tell me why I haven’t spent my entire high school experience doing this?
Chapter 9 - things come to a head, yes, that kind of head
Chapter 8 - things come to a head, no, not that kind of head
Chapter 7 - Whirlwinds of WTF-ery
Chapter 6 - not so much talking
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: 3488
A/N: this is the last chapter I have finished, so from this point on, updates will not be as frequent. I'm thinking though that there will be 12, maybe 13 chapters total, so we're almost through!
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 11 - … oh, right, because I haven’t had a boyfriend in my entire high school career
I hadn’t realized I drifted off to sleep until Yoochun moved. Not away from me, but against me. His mouth closed over my bicep. He moaned and thrust against me again. I shivered as I slid in and out of his body. My cock twitched.
“Can we stay like this forever?” Yoochun muttered.
I smiled. “I don’t think they’ll let me go to college like this, and there’s no piano in this room.”
He sighed. “Fuck.”
There was pounding on the door.
“Alright,” Jae shouted. “You’ve been quiet for a good ten minutes. Don’t you dare start another round.”
“We wouldn’t without you, darling,” Yoochun shouted back.
I smiled and rolled my eyes. “You’re still thinking about the foursome thing, aren’t you?”
“Oh, man, and what if we could get Junsu drunk enough and have a nice little orgy?”
I held him tightly and bit down on that spot between his neck and shoulder.
He hissed, and then continued to push against me.
“I’m not sharing you.”
His moan had me ready for more. I rolled us over, just a bit, so were still on our sides, but at a better angle. I propped up on an elbow and twisted my hand in his hair.
He gasped and shuddered.
“Since I don’t have a tie to keep you where I want you,” I whispered and then continued abusing his skin. I started fucking him, very slowly.
“Oh my god,” he groaned.
I mentally agreed. Everything was tingling, sensitive and with the added bonus of the last round, I slid into him easily.
And then Jae started pounding on the door again. “You stupid fuckers.”
I stopped, resting my head against Yoochun’s neck. He whimpered and pushed back. “Ignore him.”
“I think we can ignore him better if we take this into the shower.”
Yoochun shivered. “Fantastic idea, my brilliant boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?”
We’d never used that word before.
He turned just his eyes to me, and I remembered that I was still gripping his hair. I released it. With another slide of his hips and a
press of lips on mine, he said, “Um, yeah. Aren’t you?”
Jae knocked again, this time threatening to come in.
Yoochun kept fucking me. My eyes rolled back and I kissed him, hand in his hair again.
And then the door opened, and something in my mind panicked, but my body didn’t care, following Yoochun’s slow movements with my own. Yoochun broke away from my lips for a moment. He smiled and then pushed my back to the bed. Carefully, he moved with me and then sat up, and crossed his legs.
“Something I can help you with, Jae?” Yoochun asked as if we both weren’t naked, and I didn’t have my dick up his ass.
Yoochun shifted just a bit. I moaned and settled my hands on his hips, shifting him more.
“Yunho! Your girlfriend is about to pass out!”
Yoochun leaned back on his hands and actually rode me. I really really wanted to see Jaejoong’s reaction, but that meant I’d have to take my eyes away from the sight of me disappearing into Yoochun, and that was not an option.
Yunho appeared in the doorway, grunted, blushed, stammered something and then grabbed Jaejoong and slammed the door.
Yoochun laughed and let his arms collapse so he was laying on my chest and stomach. Gasping, I held him close, no longer able to move for fear of slipping out of him.
“I’m going to be mad about that later.”
“Not now?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Too busy fucking you to care.”
Yoochun laughed again and then sat up. With a delectable noise and a twist of his hips, he lifted off of me. My dick smacked against my stomach.
“Ah, baby,” I said, trying to maneuver him back.
“Shower,” he replied and slipped away from my hands.
I sighed and took deep breath.
“Don’t you dare calm yourself down,” Yoochun said as he walked across the room. “We’re just moving this to the shower.”
“Good.” Mid stretch I froze. I ran a hand through the come clinging to my cock. It was pink.
“Um, Yoochun.” My voice wavered.
“Huh?”
When I couldn’t reply, he turned around and came back to me. He took my hand, smiled and then licked my finger.
“What?” he asked.
“You’re bleeding.”
His grin widened. “Probably and I’m sore and walking is going to suck-”
“But you’re bleeding.” My voice broke.
“Calm down, Minnie. It happens with rough sex and not enough lube. I’m okay. Come on.” He tugged on my arms.
Still a little thrown, I managed to sit up.
Yoochun wrapped loose fingers around my flagging cock and stroked me. My eyes shut.
“You didn’t hurt me, okay. I’m fine. But if you feel so badly about it, I don’t mind you carrying me everywhere for the rest of the day.”
He tugged and I stood up. With a lick of his lips, he turned and led me into the bathroom by my dick.
The décor in the bathroom was almost worse than the bedroom.
“I think the next time I see roses, I’m going to throw up,” I said.
He laughed and started the water. We climbed under the warm spray, shivering and then Yoochun curled up against me, arms around my waist.
“I love that you’re so tall,” he whispered. “You’re just the perfect height for me to lean against you.”
We stood under the spray and then Yoochun’s hands traveled south, cupping my ass and thrusting against me.
“Weren’t we in the middle of something?”
“But you’re hurt.”
I didn’t see him, but I knew he rolled his eyes at me. “I’m fine.”
He pulled away and took my cock in his hand, stroking it. With an upstroke, I winced.
“And see, you’re not unscathed,” he said. He stretched my dick and ran a soft finger over it. “All chaffed and sore. And since it was my ass that did this to you, I should probably kiss it better, huh?”
“Yes, you should.”
He smirked at me and dropped to he knees and engulfed me. I had to put a hand up on the shower wall to support myself. The other hand immediately tangled in his hair.
“Good god, Yoochun,” I growled and canted my hips.
He moaned around me, and with a hand on my thigh, directed me forward.
I got the hint. I took my other hand and gripped his face, thumb on his cheek, fingers curling around his jaw. I pushed into his outh, but he whimpered. Hair plastered to his face, in his eyes that looked up at me, begging for more with no words.
“You’re insane,” I muttered, but hardly cared.
He smiled around my cock as I slid in and out of his mouth again. His hand cupped my ass and he yanked me forward and then back ith a growl. I pulled on his hair, twisting more of it around my fingers, but gave him what he wanted, and fucked his face almost as hard as I had fucked his ass. He continued to moan and whimper around my cock. My legs started shaking, pleasure again tightening through my body as Yoochun’s lips met my body with almost every thrust. I had to lean more of my weight on the wall, and the next thrust slid in at a different angle, and my dick scraped across his teeth.
I cried out, head falling back, but hit that angle again and again.
A press of a single finger against my hole had my head snapping forward to stare wide eyed down at Yoochun. He smirked around my cock when I faltered for a moment.
“Oh fuck, Yoochun, don’t tease me,” I said, head falling to the wall again.
But the finger stayed put, moving only as my hips moved.
God, I wanted it, him to dig at me, and really the thought of Yoochun fucking me never crossed my mind until that moment and I could almost feel it, almost feel his body slamming against mine as I kneeled in front of him.
I came, practically screaming and doubling over, with my dick pressed down his throat.
Slowly the world came back into focus. The sound of the shower spray and the feel of Yoochun’s lips on my neck filled the void.
I reached for his cock because he had to be hard, but he stilled my hand and said, “It was too hot, so I had to jerk it off while you fucked my face.”
“You’re insane,” I repeated with a chuckle and grabbed his face to kiss him. His arms wrapped around my body and we fell against the side wall and further into the shower spray. I didn’t care if I was swallowing water between kisses, nothing could make me stop.
He pulled us away from the spray and said against my lips, “Let’s get cleaned up. I know you’re hungry and you’re going to need energy for later tonight.”
“Why?”
“Big house, lots of rooms, remember? Let me wash your hair.”
I smiled, content to let him do whatever he wanted. When firm fingers kneaded my scalp, I moaned and tried to press our bodies together.
He laughed and continued. Conditioner next and then a soaped up loufa over my body. He teased me, fingers playing with my nipples and tickling this one place on my ribs that I didn’t know was ticklish. His arms went around me and our bodies slid together, slick with soap. We both moaned but he continued to scrub my back, hands lower and lower until firm fingers of one hand kneaded the base of my spine. The other washed my ass, over the cheeks and then between.
Yoochun stopped, his finger pressed against my hole again.
I moaned and pushed back.
He laughed and then with teeth tugging my earlobe whispered, “How ‘bout it, Minnie? Wanna turn on the bottom?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
His finger circled my entrance, pressing enough that I could feel it, but not enough to enter me.
“Later, in a bed that isn’t covered in roses?”
I chuckled, breathless. “Definitely.”
Yoochun quickly washed himself and then shut the water off. We found towels and dried off before going back into the room to dress. Clothes back on, I held him close and kissed him before heading to the door.
“Hey,” he said and I turned around. “Aren’t you supposed to be carrying me?”
I rolled my eyes, but went back to him. “Yes. I should, huh?”
Before he could do more than smirk, I bent down, stuck his stomach against my shoulder and stood up.
“This is not what I meant,” he protested and squirmed.
I almost dropped him, but patted his ass and said, “You didn’t specify.”
I carried him out of the room. Junsu, Jae and Yunho all turned around at the same time. Junsu laughed.
“What the hell?” Jae said.
I went to a chair and dropped Yoochun into it.
“Ow, fucker,” he said, smacking my leg. “I’m sore, remember?”
I sat in his lap, legs stretched over the arm of the chair, and put my arms around his neck. “Sorry, baby.”
He rolled his eyes and said, “Pouting does not look good on you. You’re not forgiven. Get off me.”
I laughed, but slid down the chair and sat on the floor. I laid my head on his thigh.
“Yunho gives you twenty minutes and you two disappear for almost an hour,” Jae spat.
“You’re just jealous,” Yoochun said.
Jae huffed.
Yunho smiled and pulled him into a hug. “He’s just mad because you put sex before his cooking.”
Yoochun laughed. “Minnie, go get me some food.”
I made a show of getting to my knees, stretching my hands on either side of his hips. I leaned over him and licked my lips. “Haven’t had enough to swallow, huh?”
“God,” Junsu said. “From the straight guy, I want to thank YunJae for not acting like you two do.”
I laughed and stood up and headed for the kitchen.
“So, Micky,” Jae said, “Yunho said that you said that you’re going to perform at school soon.”
Yoochun groaned and put his face in his hands. “God, don’t remind me.”
“Are you nervous?” Junsu asked.
“No, I’m used to performing,” Yoochun said. And seeing their blank stares, continued, “In America.”
“I’m confused,” Yunho said.
Yoochun sighed.
“Want me to take this one?” Jae asked.
“Yes, please.”
I finished fixing a plate of rice and vegetables and meat while Jae told Yunho and Junsu about Yoochun’s life in America and his father’s punishments. I sat in his lap and his arms went around me as I fed him from the plate.
“That sucks,” Yunho said.
“It gets better,” Yoochun said. “If I do this, and play like Professor Kim wants me to-”
“-and get into a good music university and write your own songs and-”
Yoochun pinched my leg hard and I yelped.
“Anyway,” he said. “If I do this, and my family finds out, they’re going to cut me off. That’s the punishment if I’m caught playing. I get kicked out and my weekly stipend disappears.”
Yunho laughed. “So? You can live here.”
“What?”
Yunho rolled his eyes. “Don’t be stupid, Yoochun.”
“Your parents aren’t going to let me move in.”
“Jae’s been practically living here for three weeks and my parents don’t care. They like you. You’ll always be welcome here. And besides, they’re barely home anyway.”
Yoochun looked down at our joined hands.
“I think you’re all out of excuses,” I said.
He scoffed.
“Are you through eating?” I asked.
“Yeah, thanks.”
“Let’s go upstairs and watch TV,” Yunho said.
Yoochun tightened his arms around my stomach. “You guys go. We’ll be up in a few minutes.”
Jae’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not a good idea.”
Yoochun laughed. “Trust me. Ten minutes, max.”
“Changmin,” Yunho said. “Ten minutes.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
They left us alone and as soon as they disappeared around the corner, Yoochun held me more tightly.
“So. You seemed to have a mini freak out when I called you my boyfriend.”
“I did not,” I immediately protested.
Yoochun leaned away and crossed his arms. “Well, you didn’t acknowledge it.”
“Well, excuse me for being in the middle of fucking you at the moment,” I said with a grin. “I had other things on my body.”
He didn’t smile. I reached and ran the back of my fingers on his cheek. “We’ve just never said that before,” I whispered. “I’ve never really called you that, or really even thought of you as that. Why put a label on our relationship?”
“Nice try to placate me, but I’m being serious. What is this, Minnie?”
“Are you looking for declarations of love or-”
“How about a reassurance that you’re not going to go fucking someone else-”
“Says the guy that wants a foursome with Jae and Yunho.”
Yoochun sighed.
I quickly grabbed his chin and placed a small kiss on his cheek. “Don’t be ridiculous, Yoochun. The boyfriend thing didn’t freak me out. It just startled me is all. It’s the first time you’ve called me that, and it felt nice. Like … like I belong with you and …”
“You haven’t belonged anywhere else?”
“In a sense, yes. I love being with you, Chunnie. I love kissing you.” I kissed him, more than a press of lips. “I love touching you.” I ran my hands along his arms and shoulders, wrapping fingers into his hair again. “I love talking to you and holding your hand and laughing with you, and when we’re at lunch and our legs brush together, I have to smile because it’s just so perfect knowing that you’re mine and that little brush of thigh is just for me. It’s my touch. Just mine. And you’re mine. Just mine and if we must take all of that and shove it into a label, then I guess boyfriends is good enough.”
Yoochun was smiling, and I could tell that he was trying not to. But his eyes shone with happiness and the side of his lip quirked up and his hands had settled, one on my hip, one on my shoulder.
“Good,” he said, voice shaking with laughter. “Just so we’re clear.”
I nodded and leaned in to kiss him again.
“And,” he said, stopping me, “the foursome thing.”
I rolled my eyes. “Let me get used to you first before you go throwing two more people into it.”
“That wasn’t a no.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
He laughed. “So do we go upstairs, or go back into the room full of rose throw up?”
“Upstairs,” I said, and he frowned. “This food needs to settle, and I need a nap before we start making use of all the rooms in this house.”
I took his hand and pulled him to his feet. We walked, hand-in-hand, up to Yunho’s room. Before going inside, I pinned him to the wall, and kissed him.
“I like you, Park Yoochun,” I said, “and I am very, very happy that I’m you’re boyfriend.”
“I’m happy, too,” he said. “At the beginning of the year, I would have been happy just being your friend, but this is so so so much better.”
“Yeah, it is.”
We kissed again, and then the door flung open and Jaejoong scoffed and pulled us apart, and dragged Yoochun into the game room.
“Sorry,” Yoochun said, as he sat in an arm chair. “We had to have a ‘defining the relationship’ talk.”
“And?” Jae said, nose wrinkled in worry.
I rolled my eyes as I curled up in Yoochun’s lap. “I’m his ‘boyfriend’,” I said in a sappy tone that made them all laugh.
They were watching a football game. I watched too but paid more attention to my hands threading through Yoochun’s hair and his fingers tracing nonsensical patterns on my leg and knee. Yunho and Junsu were into it, and cheering for opposite teams.
“This is when they start fighting,” Yoochun whispered, “and Jae has to break them up.”
Two moments later, Yunho stood up, shouting at the refs on the screen.
“What are you talking about?” Junsu demanded. “That was completely flagrant. He should have been given a red card.”
“Why? Because that asshole can’t run without tripping?”
After a few more barbs, and Junsu was suddenly on his feet, Jae smoothly stepped between them, putting his hands on Yunho’s chest and backing him away a few inches.
“Yunho, darling, it’s just a yellow card, and the game is almost over with your team winning by two goals.”
“But now it’s different,” Yoochun whispered in my ear. “Usually Yunho will argue with Jaejoong for a few minutes, too, about him taking Junsu’s side all the time.”
Yunho sat down, and then when Jae wasn’t looking, stuck his tongue out at Junsu. Jae curled up against him, and when the game ended and Yunho’s team won, he only shoved it in Junsu’s face a little.
“Hey, Minnie,” Junsu said, “do you play pool?”
“I never have,” I replied.
“Come on, I’ll teach you.”
I looked at Yoochun and he grinned, “Better you than me. We all know better than to play against Junsu. He’s really good.”
“Ah, Chunnie, it’s not like that. He should learn to play.”
“Don’t you have to go home, Changmin?” Jae asked. “It’s almost seven.”
“No,” I replied. “I told my mom I’d be over here and she practically gave me permission to be out all night.”
“Why?”
I shrugged.
Yoochun said, “Yunho’s parents.”
Yunho’s eyes narrowed at me. “You’re not using our friendship as a reason to get close to me and my family so you can make yourself better, are you?”
I scoffed. “No, but my father probably will. He wants me to be a lawyer.”
“What do you want to be?” Yoochun asked me.
I frowned. I’d never thought about what I wanted to be. It was quiet in the room for a long time, and then I shrugged. “I don’t know. But it doesn’t matter. I’m going to be a lawyer.”
“And then you’ll end up miserable your whole life,” Yunho said. “My father knows I don’t want to be a lawyer. I’m going to study business and then Jae and I are opening a restaurant.”
Jae blushed. “No, we’re not. You’re going to do something worthwhile.”
Yoochun moved to his friends and hugged Jae and kissed his cheek. “Your food is worthwhile.”
“Then why did you pass it up for sex?” Jae demanded.
“You were still making it and I was horny.”
Jaejoong tried not to laugh, but failed and pushed him away.
“I’ll eat there everyday,” Yoochun said.
“You’re not getting free food.”
Chapter 12 - performing arts or performing acts? i'll take the latter
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Chapter 10 - can you please tell me why I haven’t spent my entire high school experience doing this?
Chapter 9 - things come to a head, yes, that kind of head
Chapter 8 - things come to a head, no, not that kind of head
Chapter 7 - Whirlwinds of WTF-ery
Chapter 6 - not so much talking
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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