Even the Score 10/12
Title: Even the Score 10/12
Pairing: Main: Yunho/Junsu (minor: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Heechul, Yunho/Sungmin, Yunho/Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Heechul/Junsu, Yunho/female characters)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, once again this is proven by the pairings.
Summary: Who knew that admitting I was bisexual would equate to having even more sex? Who knew it would bring someone back into my life and make me question everything I thought I knew about love?
Warning: slut!Yunho, HET, and (mentioned attempted rape and violence in later chapters)
Pairings in this part: Yunho/Sungmin, minor Yunho/Junsu/Jaejoong/Yoochun
Part 10: inter-league trading
Pairings in this part: Yunho/Sungmin minor Yunho/Junsu/Jaejoong/Yoochun
Junsu, being the responsible one among us, pried us apart and held me away from Yoochun and Jaejoong who were still naked and now kissing and touching each other, almost like we weren’t there.
I called my dad.
“Hey.”
“Hey, Dad. Can you meet Junsu and me at the end of the drive? He wants to say hi but doesn’t want to be anywhere near Mom.”
“Yeah. When will you be there?”
“In a minute. We’re just leaving Yoochun’s.”
“I’ll be there.”
I disconnected.
“Your dad is hot,” Jaejoong said again.
“I wouldn’t mind a little taste of him,” Yoochun said.
"Guys, that's gross," I said.
Yoochun smiled. "Better a taste of you anyway."
We got lost in good bye kisses for a while and then Junsu finally pulled me away from Jaejoong.
“That was fun,” Junsu said in the car.
I agreed.
My house was about a half a mile from Yoochun’s, and just as large. It didn’t make a lot of sense to me why we had such a huge house, but with both of my parents being lawyers, it was affordable and expected.
Junsu pulled to a stop at the end of my long driveway. Dad was there, leaning against the stone wall. I guess he was good looking. Dark hair, dark eyes. Junsu told me once that when I got older, it’s what I would look like.
I climbed out of the car.
“Hey, Junsu,” Dad said and they shook hands.
“Hey, Mr. Jung.”
“I haven’t seen you for years. How are you doing?”
“Pretty damn spiffy,” he said and winked at me.
“Nice car.”
“Thanks.”
“My dad had one of those when they first came out. Please tell me you didn’t let my lead-foot son drive it.”
“He owes me new tires.”
Dad laughed and eyed me. “What’s with the black eye?”
I shrugged. “I got into it with Sungmin.”
“Over a girl, I bet.”
I smiled at Junsu. “Sort of.”
“I really wish you hadn’t told your mom that you were doing Jaejoong and Yoochun,” Dad said.
“Why?”
“She went off in a tissy, yelling about how all her kids were going to be nasty and ... “ Dad shook his head.
“Well,” I cleared my throat. I looked at Junsu, and he grinned. I couldn’t look at Dad.
“You weren’t lying,” he said quietly.
“No,” I said to the ground.
Birds chirped in the silence.
“Well,” Dad said, “you picked a bad time to reveal this interesting bit of information.”
“Why?”
“Ajumah Lee caught Jihye making out with Yuri.”
I finally looked up, eyes wide.
Junsu laughed. “No way! Ah, shit, that’s funny.”
“No wonder Mom’s upset,” I said.
“Well, just don’t tell her about you right now,” Dad said.
“You tell her,” I said and he laughed.
“Okay. But later. After you’re gone.”
“Yunho, I gotta go,” Junsu said. “I have a six page paper due on Tuesday, and if I’m going to come over to your house tomorrow, then I better get it done tonight. Make sure you finish that psych paper.”
“Yes, sir,” I said and saluted him.
“Do I get a kiss goodbye?” he asked.
I glanced at Dad.
He shrugged. “It doesn’t bother me.”
I kissed Junsu goodbye, very tentatively, fully aware of Dad’s presence.
“You’re a dork,” Junsu said. “I’ll call you later. See ya, Mr. Jung.”
“Bye.”
Junsu pulled away with a honk and left me staring at Dad.
“Well,” he said. “Let’s take a walk.”
We had three acres of land. A lot of it was trees. A trail led around the property to the pond at the back. Mom had her flower and vegetable gardens. Dad wanted to build a tennis court but Mom said no.
“So Jihye, huh?” I said as we walked down the trail.
He smiled. “Yeah. Ahjumah Lee brought her over and just humiliated the poor thing right in front of your mother and me. And then your mom went into her after Ahjumah Lee left. This was last night. Jihye’s grounded to her room, no school even, until your mom says otherwise. What about you?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I definitely wasn’t going to tell anyone in high school.”
“Smart move.”
“I wasn’t going to tell anyone ever,” I said, “but my roommate’s gay and ... well, you know.”
“Actually, son, I do know.”
I looked over at him.
“This on the Up-and-Up,” he said.
Boa and I had the Right of Oath. Dad and I had the Up-and-Up.
“I’m glad that my son has discovered the thrill of being with another man.”
I stopped walking and he kept going. I had to hurry to catch up.
“This is going to be one of those, When I was your age, stories,” he warned.
“Okay.”
“When I was your age,” he started and grinned, “it wasn’t okay to be gay, at all. I’m not saying that there weren’t gays but everyone stayed in their closet. At least those of us that had a reason to. I met your mom my final year of college, but I didn’t want to be with her at all. Don’t get me wrong, I love your mother, but I married her because I was expected to. My last semester, I roomed with Kim Woohyuk. We were good friends right away but then he started acting funny. He stopped talking to me almost completely and was hardly ever around when I was. I started noticing him watching me and looking at me. Just because it wasn’t okay, didn’t mean I was stupid. He was a good looking guy. He played baseball in high school. He wanted to be a lawyer, too.
“One day, I walked into our room and he was packing. He was embarrassed that I caught him at it and he ignored me when I asked what was wrong and why he was leaving. He started muttering about propriety and morals and that he promised himself he wouldn’t fall again. I knew what he was talking about. I laughed at him, told him to fuck propriety and just tell me what was on his mind. He wouldn’t and so I told him. I told him that I didn’t care if he looked at me and that if he wasn’t so busy being worried about it, he would have realized that I felt the same way.”
He smiled and shook his head. “That stopped him. I told him to unpack and stay and that if he went somewhere else, someone else might not be as accepting as I was. He asked me if I meant it, for real. And I said that yeah, I did. I like him, a lot. He looked away and muttered something about liking me, too. He didn’t move out. About two weeks later, we were doing homework. I was leaning over his paper trying to help him understand a calculus problem. I looked at him, looking at me and I kissed him. Definitely freaked him out. He pushed me away, but then later that night, after he got back from work, he kissed me.
“It was another couple weeks before we did anything else. I knew he wasn’t comfortable with it yet. We gave each other blow jobs one night and then his shame came back. He had a real problem with it, but he couldn’t stop either. A week later, he had a bottle of lube and we had sex. I met your mom a little while after that and started dating her, just to cover up the relationship with Woohyuk. I would have married Woohyuk instead of your mother if I could have.”
I had no idea what to say.
“So, is this why Sungmin gave you that black eye?”
I tell Dad about what Sungmin did to Junsu, and our fight and the soccer game. I don’t tell him about Sungmin being bi. If Sungmin was okay with himself, I would have.
“So you’ve had,” and Dad ticked off on his fingers, “Junsu, Jaejoong, Yoochun and your roommate-“
”Heechul,” I supplied.
“That’s right. Heechul and ... who else?”
I told him about Jessica and Tiffa.
“You shouldn’t be doing your boss, son. Especially your married boss.”
I shrugged. “Too late now. She’s a great lay.”
“You’ve had a busy weekend.”
“No kidding. It’s not ever over yet. Junsu is coming over tomorrow.”
“Does everybody know?”
“Not yet, but they will by the end of the week.”
“How?”
“Because not only do Sungmin, Donghae, Eunhyuk and Changmin know, but Boa knows.”
Dad laughed. “Yeah. Everyone will know tomorrow.”
Dad’s phone rang. He answered it. “We’re talking. Yeah, we’ll be there in a minute.” He disconnected. “Your mother.”
We headed around the pond and to the house.
“Will you do me a favor?”
“Sure.”
“Will you take Jihye with you this week?”
I scoffed.
“It would just be easier on your mom if she wasn’t here. She’s not allowed to go to school anyway.”
“Mom’s not going to agree with this.”
“I don’t want your mom to know until you two are gone.”
I thought about Sungmin and sighed. “Yeah. That’ll be alright.”
“She’s going to hate it,” he said and took a key off his key ring, “because Mom took her license away. Here’s the key to her Miata.”
I grinned in anticipation.
We headed up the back patio stairs.
“Your mom is in her office,” Dad whispered. “Jihye’s in her room. Go tell her to pack and I’ll do my best to distract your mom for the next half hour. I’ll tell her about you after you’re gone.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I said and gave him a hug.
“Thank you,” he said. “It’s nice to finally tell someone.”
Jihye was lying on her bed, feet at the pillows, arms crossed. And angry. Jihye’s pretty. Her brown hair was cut short, a recent thing, and there were blonde streaks dyed in it. She was wearing black pants and a bright pink tank top covered in sparkly skulls.
Her eyes, coated with make up, narrowed when I walked in without knocking. “What the fuck do you want?”
I smiled and dangled the key in front of her face. “You’re coming with me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Dad says you’re coming to stay with me for a week and to hurry up and pack before Mom knows about it.”
She swung her legs around and sat up. “For serious?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, for serious.”
“I have to live with you for a week?”
“Would you rather have Mom breathing down your neck?”
She stared at me for another beat and then jumped up. She started packing, I had to help her and only the urgency of avoiding my mother’s wrath kept us from arguing or fighting.
We tiptoed down the stairs. There were bangs and cupboards slamming in the kitchen. We hurried a bit faster. It wasn’t that Mom would hurt us or anything, it was just easier to stay out of her hair than listen to her yell over nothing.
Jihye waited until we were at the end of the drive and then laughed. “God, oppa, I thought I’d never say that I was excited to see you.”
I grinned. “So tell me about Yuri.”
Her smile fell. “No.”
“I won’t tease you. Tell me and then I’ll tell you something.”
“You tell me first,” she said, suddenly interested.
I kept my eyes on the road.
“What?” she demanded. “I know when there’s a secret. What are you sitting on?”
“What or who am I sitting on?”
She scoffed and put her feet up on the dash and looked out the window. Disappointed. “So you have a girlfriend. Big fucking deal. You always have a girlfriend.”
“No girlfriend. Quite a few fuckbuddies though.”
“I don’t really need to hear about your sex life, bro.”
“No? You don’t care about who they are? What gender they are?”
She looked at me. “What do you mean?”
“I’m bisexual.”
Her feet fell off the dash. “What?”
“Should I spell it? B-I-S-E--“
”Okay, I get it.” She leaned back. “Really?”
“Yep. You can ask Heechul if you don’t believe me. He’s my gay roommate.”
“Oppa, that’s gross.”
“You were making out with Yuri!”
“So? Yuri’s pretty.”
“So is Heechul.”
“That’s weird.”
“I don’t know if you’re going to want to stay with me. We can tell Mom and Dad you are, but-” I dug out my phone and called Boa.
“Hey, sexy,” she said. “You calling to pay up on the sex you owe me?”
“No. I need a favor.”
“What?”
“Can Jihye stay with you for a week?”
“Why?”
I told her about Yuri and Dad’s idea.
“Sure,” she said. “That’ll be fun.”
“You get her drunk or introduce her to whores -”
”Oppa!” Jihye shouted. “I’m not a kid.”
Boa laughed. “When will you be here?”
“We just left Gwanju, so a few hours.”
“‘Kay. You owe me double now.” And she was gone.
Dropping Jihye off went smoothly. I got a kiss from Boa, a lie that she wouldn’t get my sister drunk and a promise that we’d all go out on Monday afternoon. Jihye flipped me the bird as a good bye. I was the lucky one. I got access to her little Mazda all week long.
It wasn’t even six and I told Sungmin to call me after seven. I debated just calling him and decided that I should get some homework done while I could. I was half doing my psych paper and half looking at gay porn when there was a knock on my door. I glanced at my clock.
Eight? Already?
I checked the peephole and opened the door. “Hey,” I said to Sungmin and we bumped fists.
“I’ve called you like three times,” he said.
I checked my pockets. “Damn it. I must have left my phone down in Jihye’s car.”
“Jihye’s car?”
“Yeah.” I lead the way out and down the stairs while explaining to him about Jihye.
“She’s making out with Yuri?” he said in disbelief. “Man, that’s hot. And you know that Boa’s going to be-“
”I know, but I’d really rather not think about it.” My phone was between the seat and middle console and beeping like mad. “I have forty-seven missed calls and forty-five new voicemail.”
“I only called three times,” Sungmin said.
“My mother.”
He made a face. “You tell her?”
“No. I told my dad. He told her after I left.”
“Chicken shit.”
I gave him a look, but he grinned. I smiled back and listened to the messages as we walked up the stairs. There was only one message from Sungmin, the rest were from Mom and they weren’t happy: yelling and pleading and begging and I erased the last half without listening to them. I turned the phone off, plugged it in to charge and then turned to Sungmin.
He looked everywhere but at me, and it reminded me of having Junsu, what? Only two days ago.
I walked to him, wrapped him in a hug. His body shook slightly, already hard. He leaned back so I could kiss him.
“I haven’t done this in four years,” he whispered. “I thought I could stop it and -“ He shivered. “But you, it’s been a dream, a fantasy, a -“ He stopped again and tried to pull away. “I don’t want to. I don’t, but I can’t not think about you and-”
”You’re muttering,” I whispered and kissed him again. “Relax. Whatever you want, Sungmin. It’s about you, right now. I’ve had so much sex today that we don’t have to do anything, so whatever you want.”
“Who’d you have sex with today?”
“I went to go see Jaejoong and Yoochun.”
He made another face. “Those two are - “
”My friends.”
He looked at me sheepishly. “Sorry, I’m just fighting everything right now, and I can’t decide if I like that you give me a fuckin’ hard on, and-”
I laughed.
“Fuck you,” he said and tried to turn away from me.
I apologized and held him tighter. “I like that you give me a hard on.”
He shivered and his hands started roving, over my back, squeezing my ass, tugging at the top of my jeans. He kissed me again, tongue reaching, and pushing, so I had to move back. I fell onto my bed, pulling him with me, holding him against his sudden uncertainty. I rolled us over so he was pressed against the wall. He could have broken away if he wanted to. His hands went under my shirt, touched my skin, and he whimpered. I bypassed the shirt and went straight to the jeans, unbuttoned and slid down enough to grab his dick.
“Shit, Yunho,” he muttered against my lips, and kept kissing me. I stroked him, another dream, late-night-fantasy come true. He wasn’t as long as Heechul or as wide as Junsu, but good enough. We used to measure in high school, and I was just a touch bigger than him. I tugged on his dick, and he cursed again.
I held him firmly by his shoulder against the wall, and moved down and put his cock in my mouth. More whimpers. His hands went to my shoulders, I was sure to push me away, but he clutched at them as the noises turned to moans. I sucked on his erection, fast, messy, and made sure to moan around him.
“God, Yunho, that feels good. Fuck and shit, I’m going to -“
He came in my mouth, words lost in moans as I swallowed. I didn’t let him recover, had to keep him from thinking. I pulled his shirt off, kissed, licked and bit at his heaving chest.
“Dominate me,” he whispered.
“No,” I said and kissed down his stomach.
He whimpered. “But-“
”No,” I said more forcefully and tugged at the rest of his clothes. I put his dick back in my mouth. His hands found my belt, undid my jeans, reached in to grab me. He sat up and we readjusted so he was leaning against the wall and I was between his legs, mouth still in his lap, pushing him down my throat. A leg draped over my back and he grabbed me, stroked my dick violently, moaning and whimpering. I slid a wet finger against his asshole until he begged me and I slid it inside him.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh sweet and glorious fuck,” he gasped. “Oh, fuckin’ shit that feels so good.”
I broke away completely, got up and condoms and a bottle of lube in my drawer. I was going to need some more soon.
Sungmin didn’t move, sat there gorgeous and naked and waited, eyes expectant, but still cautious. His dick hadn’t softened at all from his first orgasm.
I still had my clothes on, and for some reason, I kept them on. I went back to his dick with my mouth, and slid a now slick with lube finger back into his ass. Much better. I grabbed his balls with my other hand, pulling at them, tugging on them, a little harder than had to be comfortable, but Sungmin was enjoying it, moaning, cursing, and whimpering, sliding down the wall a bit. I moved away before he came again.
I straddled his lap, he gasped a bit longer, reached in and pulled my dick from my boxers and scooted down until he could wrap his mouth around me. But in this way, he couldn’t really move and left me to fuck his face. His hands grabbed my ass, pushed me farther down his throat.
He took all of me, like Junsu could, every bit without gagging, without me slowing down. His head was at an odd angle, hitting the wall every time I thrust into him, but every time I moved to give him more space, he pouted and held me there, kept me fast and I suddenly realized that I was dominating him like he wanted.
Sneaky bastard.
I sped up and his whimpers turned to moans. I didn’t come but pulled out and away from him, batting his hands away.
“On your knees,” I said, but only gave him enough room to kneel and lean against the wall. I pulled my jeans and boxers to my knees, slipped on a condom and covered my dick in lube and then pinned him against the wall. I slid up and down his cleft, biting at his neck, hands grasping his hips, until he was whimpering again.
“Please, Yunho, just take me, fuck me, do me, push that dick inside me.”
I pulled his head back to kiss him. I pushed my lower body against his, forcing his dick into the wall. He cried out. I held him there with one hand and found his begging entrance with the other. I fucked him with my fingers again and then held my dick against his opening. He whimpered.
Hands holding him flush with the wall, I slammed into him, all the way, no warning and he practically screamed. Another hit, another cry and then it was all cries as I fucked him, pushed him against the wall, held him there with a firm hand on the back of his neck.
Every hit smashed his dick against the wall. It was rough, rougher than I liked it, but then I suddenly remembered what he did to Junsu and decided that he deserved this, for that he deserved it and if Junsu couldn’t do it to him, then I would.
I wrapped a hand in his hair and tugged, I dug teeth into his shoulders and back.
And he ate it up, moaned cried out screamed and begged me to stop for just a moment, let him catch his breath. I didn’t stop. If his dick had been soft, or if he had shown me any indication that he wasn’t enjoying it, I would have. I fucked him against the wall until my thighs and knees protested.
I rolled away from him, onto my back and gasped. “Ride me.”
He crawled over me eagerly, lifted my cock and sat quickly. I put my hands on his hips and held him while he moved up and down.
Tentative hands undid the buttons on my shirt and caressed my chest.
“Who’s been biting you?” he whispered.
“Junsu. He’s a pain junkie.”
He shivered. “Me, too.”
“I can tell.”
He said nothing else coherent and bounced on my lap. His hands tightened on my chest, he lowered his head, panting and whining for more. I wasn’t sure what else to give him, but I reached between us and curled my hand around his erection. He yelled my name and sped up. Sweat dripped down his face and turned his firm grip into a slick slide on my skin.
It didn’t take much longer for him to practically bite though his lower lip, body frozen as he pumped come all over my chest. He fell on top of me with a whisper of my name. I gathered him against me for a hug. He froze in my arms and then looked up at me and then looked away. I let him move, lay on his side, facing the wall. I couldn’t help it though and caressed his ass. He shivered and lifted his leg. I kicked my jeans off finally and moved next to him, taking the offering and sliding my erection back inside him.
“You okay?” I asked, thrusting slowly.
“No,” he snapped and his voice broke.
“Still nasty?” I said and didn’t bother to mask my irritation.
“Fuck you,” he whispered, “I’m trying, but it’s gross.”
“Only after the fact, or right now, during sex, while I have my dick in your ass?”
“Especially during. I- Well, never mind.”
“Talk to me, Sungmin,” I said. “You need to talk about it.”
“Fuckin’ stupid psych major.”
I laughed.
He sighed and his leg up with a hand behind his knee, giving me better access. I kissed his neck and shoulder. My arm curled around his waist, holding him and playing with his sated dick.
“My cousins used to punish me for being nasty and letting them do this to me, so they were rough and it got to the point where I liked it rough, and fuck, even four years later and I still like it rough, but it’s still a reminder each time that it’s gross and -“
”They manipulated you.”
“Well, duh. It doesn’t change it.”
“I don’t like being that rough, but I did it because you deserved it.”
“Isn’t that what I just said?”
“Yeah, but not for liking it.”
“Let me guess,” he said in disgust. “Junsu.”
“If Junsu had been doing that, you’d be bleeding.”
He shivered. “God, I wish.”
“Yeah, that’s sick,” I said. “Masochistic.”
“It’s what I’m used to, but I wanted you different, to have you calmer. You’re pretty malleable when it comes to bedroom stuff.”
“Easy to please, easy to do.”
He laughed. “You always have been. Fuck, this …”
He turned his head and I kissed him slowly. It wasn’t until our lips met and his tongue was tangling with mine that I finally felt like I was going to come. I moaned, jerked my hips quicker, shallower, not really leaving his body. His channel pulsated around me, and I broke from his lips and gasped his name in his ear.
Sungmin twisted, so he was almost pressed against the bed. I held myself up and chewed on his back. Lightly, small marks.
He moaned my name and reach around me, gripping my hip to hit him faster. With as close as I was, I dind’t mind that at all. I slammed into him, harsh and needy, until my orgasm hit me, and I came in erratic bursts, eye shut tight, biting a deep bruise into his shoulder.
My body collapsed on top of him, and he shifted until my weight, but not to get out, just to get comfortable.
“Now, what?” he asked.
I lay there for a few more seconds, trying to get my vision to clear after my orgasm. I slowly pulled out of him and then sat on the bed to take off the condom. His hands went around my shoulders, finally pulling off my shirt.
I looked at a clock. “It’s eight-thirty. Heechul will be home in about a half hour unless he has a date or something.”
“Heechul is so pretty,” he muttered.
“I know. Threesome?”
“No,” he said, immediately. “I can’t with anyone else. Not yet. Except maybe with Junsu.”
I laughed. “Yeah, right. If Junsu does anything, he’ll castrate you.”
“I’d deserve it. Man, I was drunk that night. My cousins wouldn’t leave me alone. Threatening them didn’t work and it was just easier to take it all out on Junsu. And the fact that you two were best friends and-“
”I haven’t and I won’t tell Junsu about this,” I said. “You need to, but I won’t, because you’re my best friend, Sungmin. This was the first time I’d seen Junsu since my twenty first birthday party. I called him on his birthday in May, but that’s it. You’ve always been my best friend, since we were kids. I knew I was bisexual when I started looking at you as more than just friends. Remember, tenth grade, when just you and I went to see ... shit.”
“Pirates of the Caribbean. Yeah, I remember.”
“Then we went and had greasy hamburgers and fries, although you ended up throwing more of at me than eating them.” I tightened my arms around him. “I went home that night and jerked off and couldn’t stop thinking about you. It scared the crap out of me, but not enough to keep me from doing it again the next night, and the one after that.”
Sungmin shivered. “Sounds exactly what I did after that night.”
I pressed a kiss to his shoulder, and then rolled far enough to reach for my phone on the floor. I turned it on and it started beeping immediately. I saw that among the missed calls was Heechul’s number, so I called him back.
“Hey, Scrumptious,” he crooned. “You feel like going out tonight?”
I groaned. “God, no. Too much driving and too much sex. I’m exhausted.”
“I’ll say. Junsu sent me picture of JaeChun. Pretty boys.”
“Even prettier when they’re sucking on my dick.”
“You’ll miss out on some wonderful hotties.”
“I’ve had enough hotties today,” I said. “Leave me alone.”
Heechul laughed. “Fine. Don’t wait up for me. I don’t even know if I’m going to be home tonight.”
I erased the messages from my mother.
“Heechul won’t be home tonight,” I said and nuzzled against his neck. “You wanna stay over?”
He shivered. “I’d love to, but ...”
My phone rang with my mom’s ring tone. “Shit, how many times is she going to fucking call me?” I didn’t answer it but went back to the phone. I changed my voice mail message to: “Mom, stop calling me. I’ll call you back when you can talk to me about this like a rational adult.” I put the phone on silent.
Sungmin was laughing, and then he apologized. “Sorry. I shouldn’t laugh because I ain’t ever telling my parents.”
“Your dad would kill you.”
“I know.”
“You going to stay?” I asked and curled back around him.
“No, just ‘cause the guys are expecting me back and I won’t be able to come up with a good lie that they won’t pester me about where I spent the night.”
“Some girl’s house? How hard is that?”
“They know when I’m lying.”
I kissed him and really, really didn’t want him to go. “Stay for a little longer?”
He made a noise and I knew I’d get my way. I grabbed his dick and touched him until he grew hard and then went down to suck on him.
Sungmin didn’t leave until after midnight.
Part 11: negotiating the terms
Part 9: away games
Part 8: from out of left field
Part 7: battle of equals
Part 6: right in the kisser
Part 5: unsportsmanlike conduct
Part 4: scoring
Part 3: get the ball rolling
Part 2: switch hitter
Part 1: roll with the punches
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Pairing: Main: Yunho/Junsu (minor: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Heechul, Yunho/Sungmin, Yunho/Yoochun/Jaejoong, Yunho/Heechul/Junsu, Yunho/female characters)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, once again this is proven by the pairings.
Summary: Who knew that admitting I was bisexual would equate to having even more sex? Who knew it would bring someone back into my life and make me question everything I thought I knew about love?
Warning: slut!Yunho, HET, and (mentioned attempted rape and violence in later chapters)
Pairings in this part: Yunho/Sungmin, minor Yunho/Junsu/Jaejoong/Yoochun
Part 10: inter-league trading
Pairings in this part: Yunho/Sungmin minor Yunho/Junsu/Jaejoong/Yoochun
Junsu, being the responsible one among us, pried us apart and held me away from Yoochun and Jaejoong who were still naked and now kissing and touching each other, almost like we weren’t there.
I called my dad.
“Hey.”
“Hey, Dad. Can you meet Junsu and me at the end of the drive? He wants to say hi but doesn’t want to be anywhere near Mom.”
“Yeah. When will you be there?”
“In a minute. We’re just leaving Yoochun’s.”
“I’ll be there.”
I disconnected.
“Your dad is hot,” Jaejoong said again.
“I wouldn’t mind a little taste of him,” Yoochun said.
"Guys, that's gross," I said.
Yoochun smiled. "Better a taste of you anyway."
We got lost in good bye kisses for a while and then Junsu finally pulled me away from Jaejoong.
“That was fun,” Junsu said in the car.
I agreed.
My house was about a half a mile from Yoochun’s, and just as large. It didn’t make a lot of sense to me why we had such a huge house, but with both of my parents being lawyers, it was affordable and expected.
Junsu pulled to a stop at the end of my long driveway. Dad was there, leaning against the stone wall. I guess he was good looking. Dark hair, dark eyes. Junsu told me once that when I got older, it’s what I would look like.
I climbed out of the car.
“Hey, Junsu,” Dad said and they shook hands.
“Hey, Mr. Jung.”
“I haven’t seen you for years. How are you doing?”
“Pretty damn spiffy,” he said and winked at me.
“Nice car.”
“Thanks.”
“My dad had one of those when they first came out. Please tell me you didn’t let my lead-foot son drive it.”
“He owes me new tires.”
Dad laughed and eyed me. “What’s with the black eye?”
I shrugged. “I got into it with Sungmin.”
“Over a girl, I bet.”
I smiled at Junsu. “Sort of.”
“I really wish you hadn’t told your mom that you were doing Jaejoong and Yoochun,” Dad said.
“Why?”
“She went off in a tissy, yelling about how all her kids were going to be nasty and ... “ Dad shook his head.
“Well,” I cleared my throat. I looked at Junsu, and he grinned. I couldn’t look at Dad.
“You weren’t lying,” he said quietly.
“No,” I said to the ground.
Birds chirped in the silence.
“Well,” Dad said, “you picked a bad time to reveal this interesting bit of information.”
“Why?”
“Ajumah Lee caught Jihye making out with Yuri.”
I finally looked up, eyes wide.
Junsu laughed. “No way! Ah, shit, that’s funny.”
“No wonder Mom’s upset,” I said.
“Well, just don’t tell her about you right now,” Dad said.
“You tell her,” I said and he laughed.
“Okay. But later. After you’re gone.”
“Yunho, I gotta go,” Junsu said. “I have a six page paper due on Tuesday, and if I’m going to come over to your house tomorrow, then I better get it done tonight. Make sure you finish that psych paper.”
“Yes, sir,” I said and saluted him.
“Do I get a kiss goodbye?” he asked.
I glanced at Dad.
He shrugged. “It doesn’t bother me.”
I kissed Junsu goodbye, very tentatively, fully aware of Dad’s presence.
“You’re a dork,” Junsu said. “I’ll call you later. See ya, Mr. Jung.”
“Bye.”
Junsu pulled away with a honk and left me staring at Dad.
“Well,” he said. “Let’s take a walk.”
We had three acres of land. A lot of it was trees. A trail led around the property to the pond at the back. Mom had her flower and vegetable gardens. Dad wanted to build a tennis court but Mom said no.
“So Jihye, huh?” I said as we walked down the trail.
He smiled. “Yeah. Ahjumah Lee brought her over and just humiliated the poor thing right in front of your mother and me. And then your mom went into her after Ahjumah Lee left. This was last night. Jihye’s grounded to her room, no school even, until your mom says otherwise. What about you?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I definitely wasn’t going to tell anyone in high school.”
“Smart move.”
“I wasn’t going to tell anyone ever,” I said, “but my roommate’s gay and ... well, you know.”
“Actually, son, I do know.”
I looked over at him.
“This on the Up-and-Up,” he said.
Boa and I had the Right of Oath. Dad and I had the Up-and-Up.
“I’m glad that my son has discovered the thrill of being with another man.”
I stopped walking and he kept going. I had to hurry to catch up.
“This is going to be one of those, When I was your age, stories,” he warned.
“Okay.”
“When I was your age,” he started and grinned, “it wasn’t okay to be gay, at all. I’m not saying that there weren’t gays but everyone stayed in their closet. At least those of us that had a reason to. I met your mom my final year of college, but I didn’t want to be with her at all. Don’t get me wrong, I love your mother, but I married her because I was expected to. My last semester, I roomed with Kim Woohyuk. We were good friends right away but then he started acting funny. He stopped talking to me almost completely and was hardly ever around when I was. I started noticing him watching me and looking at me. Just because it wasn’t okay, didn’t mean I was stupid. He was a good looking guy. He played baseball in high school. He wanted to be a lawyer, too.
“One day, I walked into our room and he was packing. He was embarrassed that I caught him at it and he ignored me when I asked what was wrong and why he was leaving. He started muttering about propriety and morals and that he promised himself he wouldn’t fall again. I knew what he was talking about. I laughed at him, told him to fuck propriety and just tell me what was on his mind. He wouldn’t and so I told him. I told him that I didn’t care if he looked at me and that if he wasn’t so busy being worried about it, he would have realized that I felt the same way.”
He smiled and shook his head. “That stopped him. I told him to unpack and stay and that if he went somewhere else, someone else might not be as accepting as I was. He asked me if I meant it, for real. And I said that yeah, I did. I like him, a lot. He looked away and muttered something about liking me, too. He didn’t move out. About two weeks later, we were doing homework. I was leaning over his paper trying to help him understand a calculus problem. I looked at him, looking at me and I kissed him. Definitely freaked him out. He pushed me away, but then later that night, after he got back from work, he kissed me.
“It was another couple weeks before we did anything else. I knew he wasn’t comfortable with it yet. We gave each other blow jobs one night and then his shame came back. He had a real problem with it, but he couldn’t stop either. A week later, he had a bottle of lube and we had sex. I met your mom a little while after that and started dating her, just to cover up the relationship with Woohyuk. I would have married Woohyuk instead of your mother if I could have.”
I had no idea what to say.
“So, is this why Sungmin gave you that black eye?”
I tell Dad about what Sungmin did to Junsu, and our fight and the soccer game. I don’t tell him about Sungmin being bi. If Sungmin was okay with himself, I would have.
“So you’ve had,” and Dad ticked off on his fingers, “Junsu, Jaejoong, Yoochun and your roommate-“
”Heechul,” I supplied.
“That’s right. Heechul and ... who else?”
I told him about Jessica and Tiffa.
“You shouldn’t be doing your boss, son. Especially your married boss.”
I shrugged. “Too late now. She’s a great lay.”
“You’ve had a busy weekend.”
“No kidding. It’s not ever over yet. Junsu is coming over tomorrow.”
“Does everybody know?”
“Not yet, but they will by the end of the week.”
“How?”
“Because not only do Sungmin, Donghae, Eunhyuk and Changmin know, but Boa knows.”
Dad laughed. “Yeah. Everyone will know tomorrow.”
Dad’s phone rang. He answered it. “We’re talking. Yeah, we’ll be there in a minute.” He disconnected. “Your mother.”
We headed around the pond and to the house.
“Will you do me a favor?”
“Sure.”
“Will you take Jihye with you this week?”
I scoffed.
“It would just be easier on your mom if she wasn’t here. She’s not allowed to go to school anyway.”
“Mom’s not going to agree with this.”
“I don’t want your mom to know until you two are gone.”
I thought about Sungmin and sighed. “Yeah. That’ll be alright.”
“She’s going to hate it,” he said and took a key off his key ring, “because Mom took her license away. Here’s the key to her Miata.”
I grinned in anticipation.
We headed up the back patio stairs.
“Your mom is in her office,” Dad whispered. “Jihye’s in her room. Go tell her to pack and I’ll do my best to distract your mom for the next half hour. I’ll tell her about you after you’re gone.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I said and gave him a hug.
“Thank you,” he said. “It’s nice to finally tell someone.”
Jihye was lying on her bed, feet at the pillows, arms crossed. And angry. Jihye’s pretty. Her brown hair was cut short, a recent thing, and there were blonde streaks dyed in it. She was wearing black pants and a bright pink tank top covered in sparkly skulls.
Her eyes, coated with make up, narrowed when I walked in without knocking. “What the fuck do you want?”
I smiled and dangled the key in front of her face. “You’re coming with me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Dad says you’re coming to stay with me for a week and to hurry up and pack before Mom knows about it.”
She swung her legs around and sat up. “For serious?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, for serious.”
“I have to live with you for a week?”
“Would you rather have Mom breathing down your neck?”
She stared at me for another beat and then jumped up. She started packing, I had to help her and only the urgency of avoiding my mother’s wrath kept us from arguing or fighting.
We tiptoed down the stairs. There were bangs and cupboards slamming in the kitchen. We hurried a bit faster. It wasn’t that Mom would hurt us or anything, it was just easier to stay out of her hair than listen to her yell over nothing.
Jihye waited until we were at the end of the drive and then laughed. “God, oppa, I thought I’d never say that I was excited to see you.”
I grinned. “So tell me about Yuri.”
Her smile fell. “No.”
“I won’t tease you. Tell me and then I’ll tell you something.”
“You tell me first,” she said, suddenly interested.
I kept my eyes on the road.
“What?” she demanded. “I know when there’s a secret. What are you sitting on?”
“What or who am I sitting on?”
She scoffed and put her feet up on the dash and looked out the window. Disappointed. “So you have a girlfriend. Big fucking deal. You always have a girlfriend.”
“No girlfriend. Quite a few fuckbuddies though.”
“I don’t really need to hear about your sex life, bro.”
“No? You don’t care about who they are? What gender they are?”
She looked at me. “What do you mean?”
“I’m bisexual.”
Her feet fell off the dash. “What?”
“Should I spell it? B-I-S-E--“
”Okay, I get it.” She leaned back. “Really?”
“Yep. You can ask Heechul if you don’t believe me. He’s my gay roommate.”
“Oppa, that’s gross.”
“You were making out with Yuri!”
“So? Yuri’s pretty.”
“So is Heechul.”
“That’s weird.”
“I don’t know if you’re going to want to stay with me. We can tell Mom and Dad you are, but-” I dug out my phone and called Boa.
“Hey, sexy,” she said. “You calling to pay up on the sex you owe me?”
“No. I need a favor.”
“What?”
“Can Jihye stay with you for a week?”
“Why?”
I told her about Yuri and Dad’s idea.
“Sure,” she said. “That’ll be fun.”
“You get her drunk or introduce her to whores -”
”Oppa!” Jihye shouted. “I’m not a kid.”
Boa laughed. “When will you be here?”
“We just left Gwanju, so a few hours.”
“‘Kay. You owe me double now.” And she was gone.
Dropping Jihye off went smoothly. I got a kiss from Boa, a lie that she wouldn’t get my sister drunk and a promise that we’d all go out on Monday afternoon. Jihye flipped me the bird as a good bye. I was the lucky one. I got access to her little Mazda all week long.
It wasn’t even six and I told Sungmin to call me after seven. I debated just calling him and decided that I should get some homework done while I could. I was half doing my psych paper and half looking at gay porn when there was a knock on my door. I glanced at my clock.
Eight? Already?
I checked the peephole and opened the door. “Hey,” I said to Sungmin and we bumped fists.
“I’ve called you like three times,” he said.
I checked my pockets. “Damn it. I must have left my phone down in Jihye’s car.”
“Jihye’s car?”
“Yeah.” I lead the way out and down the stairs while explaining to him about Jihye.
“She’s making out with Yuri?” he said in disbelief. “Man, that’s hot. And you know that Boa’s going to be-“
”I know, but I’d really rather not think about it.” My phone was between the seat and middle console and beeping like mad. “I have forty-seven missed calls and forty-five new voicemail.”
“I only called three times,” Sungmin said.
“My mother.”
He made a face. “You tell her?”
“No. I told my dad. He told her after I left.”
“Chicken shit.”
I gave him a look, but he grinned. I smiled back and listened to the messages as we walked up the stairs. There was only one message from Sungmin, the rest were from Mom and they weren’t happy: yelling and pleading and begging and I erased the last half without listening to them. I turned the phone off, plugged it in to charge and then turned to Sungmin.
He looked everywhere but at me, and it reminded me of having Junsu, what? Only two days ago.
I walked to him, wrapped him in a hug. His body shook slightly, already hard. He leaned back so I could kiss him.
“I haven’t done this in four years,” he whispered. “I thought I could stop it and -“ He shivered. “But you, it’s been a dream, a fantasy, a -“ He stopped again and tried to pull away. “I don’t want to. I don’t, but I can’t not think about you and-”
”You’re muttering,” I whispered and kissed him again. “Relax. Whatever you want, Sungmin. It’s about you, right now. I’ve had so much sex today that we don’t have to do anything, so whatever you want.”
“Who’d you have sex with today?”
“I went to go see Jaejoong and Yoochun.”
He made another face. “Those two are - “
”My friends.”
He looked at me sheepishly. “Sorry, I’m just fighting everything right now, and I can’t decide if I like that you give me a fuckin’ hard on, and-”
I laughed.
“Fuck you,” he said and tried to turn away from me.
I apologized and held him tighter. “I like that you give me a hard on.”
He shivered and his hands started roving, over my back, squeezing my ass, tugging at the top of my jeans. He kissed me again, tongue reaching, and pushing, so I had to move back. I fell onto my bed, pulling him with me, holding him against his sudden uncertainty. I rolled us over so he was pressed against the wall. He could have broken away if he wanted to. His hands went under my shirt, touched my skin, and he whimpered. I bypassed the shirt and went straight to the jeans, unbuttoned and slid down enough to grab his dick.
“Shit, Yunho,” he muttered against my lips, and kept kissing me. I stroked him, another dream, late-night-fantasy come true. He wasn’t as long as Heechul or as wide as Junsu, but good enough. We used to measure in high school, and I was just a touch bigger than him. I tugged on his dick, and he cursed again.
I held him firmly by his shoulder against the wall, and moved down and put his cock in my mouth. More whimpers. His hands went to my shoulders, I was sure to push me away, but he clutched at them as the noises turned to moans. I sucked on his erection, fast, messy, and made sure to moan around him.
“God, Yunho, that feels good. Fuck and shit, I’m going to -“
He came in my mouth, words lost in moans as I swallowed. I didn’t let him recover, had to keep him from thinking. I pulled his shirt off, kissed, licked and bit at his heaving chest.
“Dominate me,” he whispered.
“No,” I said and kissed down his stomach.
He whimpered. “But-“
”No,” I said more forcefully and tugged at the rest of his clothes. I put his dick back in my mouth. His hands found my belt, undid my jeans, reached in to grab me. He sat up and we readjusted so he was leaning against the wall and I was between his legs, mouth still in his lap, pushing him down my throat. A leg draped over my back and he grabbed me, stroked my dick violently, moaning and whimpering. I slid a wet finger against his asshole until he begged me and I slid it inside him.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh sweet and glorious fuck,” he gasped. “Oh, fuckin’ shit that feels so good.”
I broke away completely, got up and condoms and a bottle of lube in my drawer. I was going to need some more soon.
Sungmin didn’t move, sat there gorgeous and naked and waited, eyes expectant, but still cautious. His dick hadn’t softened at all from his first orgasm.
I still had my clothes on, and for some reason, I kept them on. I went back to his dick with my mouth, and slid a now slick with lube finger back into his ass. Much better. I grabbed his balls with my other hand, pulling at them, tugging on them, a little harder than had to be comfortable, but Sungmin was enjoying it, moaning, cursing, and whimpering, sliding down the wall a bit. I moved away before he came again.
I straddled his lap, he gasped a bit longer, reached in and pulled my dick from my boxers and scooted down until he could wrap his mouth around me. But in this way, he couldn’t really move and left me to fuck his face. His hands grabbed my ass, pushed me farther down his throat.
He took all of me, like Junsu could, every bit without gagging, without me slowing down. His head was at an odd angle, hitting the wall every time I thrust into him, but every time I moved to give him more space, he pouted and held me there, kept me fast and I suddenly realized that I was dominating him like he wanted.
Sneaky bastard.
I sped up and his whimpers turned to moans. I didn’t come but pulled out and away from him, batting his hands away.
“On your knees,” I said, but only gave him enough room to kneel and lean against the wall. I pulled my jeans and boxers to my knees, slipped on a condom and covered my dick in lube and then pinned him against the wall. I slid up and down his cleft, biting at his neck, hands grasping his hips, until he was whimpering again.
“Please, Yunho, just take me, fuck me, do me, push that dick inside me.”
I pulled his head back to kiss him. I pushed my lower body against his, forcing his dick into the wall. He cried out. I held him there with one hand and found his begging entrance with the other. I fucked him with my fingers again and then held my dick against his opening. He whimpered.
Hands holding him flush with the wall, I slammed into him, all the way, no warning and he practically screamed. Another hit, another cry and then it was all cries as I fucked him, pushed him against the wall, held him there with a firm hand on the back of his neck.
Every hit smashed his dick against the wall. It was rough, rougher than I liked it, but then I suddenly remembered what he did to Junsu and decided that he deserved this, for that he deserved it and if Junsu couldn’t do it to him, then I would.
I wrapped a hand in his hair and tugged, I dug teeth into his shoulders and back.
And he ate it up, moaned cried out screamed and begged me to stop for just a moment, let him catch his breath. I didn’t stop. If his dick had been soft, or if he had shown me any indication that he wasn’t enjoying it, I would have. I fucked him against the wall until my thighs and knees protested.
I rolled away from him, onto my back and gasped. “Ride me.”
He crawled over me eagerly, lifted my cock and sat quickly. I put my hands on his hips and held him while he moved up and down.
Tentative hands undid the buttons on my shirt and caressed my chest.
“Who’s been biting you?” he whispered.
“Junsu. He’s a pain junkie.”
He shivered. “Me, too.”
“I can tell.”
He said nothing else coherent and bounced on my lap. His hands tightened on my chest, he lowered his head, panting and whining for more. I wasn’t sure what else to give him, but I reached between us and curled my hand around his erection. He yelled my name and sped up. Sweat dripped down his face and turned his firm grip into a slick slide on my skin.
It didn’t take much longer for him to practically bite though his lower lip, body frozen as he pumped come all over my chest. He fell on top of me with a whisper of my name. I gathered him against me for a hug. He froze in my arms and then looked up at me and then looked away. I let him move, lay on his side, facing the wall. I couldn’t help it though and caressed his ass. He shivered and lifted his leg. I kicked my jeans off finally and moved next to him, taking the offering and sliding my erection back inside him.
“You okay?” I asked, thrusting slowly.
“No,” he snapped and his voice broke.
“Still nasty?” I said and didn’t bother to mask my irritation.
“Fuck you,” he whispered, “I’m trying, but it’s gross.”
“Only after the fact, or right now, during sex, while I have my dick in your ass?”
“Especially during. I- Well, never mind.”
“Talk to me, Sungmin,” I said. “You need to talk about it.”
“Fuckin’ stupid psych major.”
I laughed.
He sighed and his leg up with a hand behind his knee, giving me better access. I kissed his neck and shoulder. My arm curled around his waist, holding him and playing with his sated dick.
“My cousins used to punish me for being nasty and letting them do this to me, so they were rough and it got to the point where I liked it rough, and fuck, even four years later and I still like it rough, but it’s still a reminder each time that it’s gross and -“
”They manipulated you.”
“Well, duh. It doesn’t change it.”
“I don’t like being that rough, but I did it because you deserved it.”
“Isn’t that what I just said?”
“Yeah, but not for liking it.”
“Let me guess,” he said in disgust. “Junsu.”
“If Junsu had been doing that, you’d be bleeding.”
He shivered. “God, I wish.”
“Yeah, that’s sick,” I said. “Masochistic.”
“It’s what I’m used to, but I wanted you different, to have you calmer. You’re pretty malleable when it comes to bedroom stuff.”
“Easy to please, easy to do.”
He laughed. “You always have been. Fuck, this …”
He turned his head and I kissed him slowly. It wasn’t until our lips met and his tongue was tangling with mine that I finally felt like I was going to come. I moaned, jerked my hips quicker, shallower, not really leaving his body. His channel pulsated around me, and I broke from his lips and gasped his name in his ear.
Sungmin twisted, so he was almost pressed against the bed. I held myself up and chewed on his back. Lightly, small marks.
He moaned my name and reach around me, gripping my hip to hit him faster. With as close as I was, I dind’t mind that at all. I slammed into him, harsh and needy, until my orgasm hit me, and I came in erratic bursts, eye shut tight, biting a deep bruise into his shoulder.
My body collapsed on top of him, and he shifted until my weight, but not to get out, just to get comfortable.
“Now, what?” he asked.
I lay there for a few more seconds, trying to get my vision to clear after my orgasm. I slowly pulled out of him and then sat on the bed to take off the condom. His hands went around my shoulders, finally pulling off my shirt.
I looked at a clock. “It’s eight-thirty. Heechul will be home in about a half hour unless he has a date or something.”
“Heechul is so pretty,” he muttered.
“I know. Threesome?”
“No,” he said, immediately. “I can’t with anyone else. Not yet. Except maybe with Junsu.”
I laughed. “Yeah, right. If Junsu does anything, he’ll castrate you.”
“I’d deserve it. Man, I was drunk that night. My cousins wouldn’t leave me alone. Threatening them didn’t work and it was just easier to take it all out on Junsu. And the fact that you two were best friends and-“
”I haven’t and I won’t tell Junsu about this,” I said. “You need to, but I won’t, because you’re my best friend, Sungmin. This was the first time I’d seen Junsu since my twenty first birthday party. I called him on his birthday in May, but that’s it. You’ve always been my best friend, since we were kids. I knew I was bisexual when I started looking at you as more than just friends. Remember, tenth grade, when just you and I went to see ... shit.”
“Pirates of the Caribbean. Yeah, I remember.”
“Then we went and had greasy hamburgers and fries, although you ended up throwing more of at me than eating them.” I tightened my arms around him. “I went home that night and jerked off and couldn’t stop thinking about you. It scared the crap out of me, but not enough to keep me from doing it again the next night, and the one after that.”
Sungmin shivered. “Sounds exactly what I did after that night.”
I pressed a kiss to his shoulder, and then rolled far enough to reach for my phone on the floor. I turned it on and it started beeping immediately. I saw that among the missed calls was Heechul’s number, so I called him back.
“Hey, Scrumptious,” he crooned. “You feel like going out tonight?”
I groaned. “God, no. Too much driving and too much sex. I’m exhausted.”
“I’ll say. Junsu sent me picture of JaeChun. Pretty boys.”
“Even prettier when they’re sucking on my dick.”
“You’ll miss out on some wonderful hotties.”
“I’ve had enough hotties today,” I said. “Leave me alone.”
Heechul laughed. “Fine. Don’t wait up for me. I don’t even know if I’m going to be home tonight.”
I erased the messages from my mother.
“Heechul won’t be home tonight,” I said and nuzzled against his neck. “You wanna stay over?”
He shivered. “I’d love to, but ...”
My phone rang with my mom’s ring tone. “Shit, how many times is she going to fucking call me?” I didn’t answer it but went back to the phone. I changed my voice mail message to: “Mom, stop calling me. I’ll call you back when you can talk to me about this like a rational adult.” I put the phone on silent.
Sungmin was laughing, and then he apologized. “Sorry. I shouldn’t laugh because I ain’t ever telling my parents.”
“Your dad would kill you.”
“I know.”
“You going to stay?” I asked and curled back around him.
“No, just ‘cause the guys are expecting me back and I won’t be able to come up with a good lie that they won’t pester me about where I spent the night.”
“Some girl’s house? How hard is that?”
“They know when I’m lying.”
I kissed him and really, really didn’t want him to go. “Stay for a little longer?”
He made a noise and I knew I’d get my way. I grabbed his dick and touched him until he grew hard and then went down to suck on him.
Sungmin didn’t leave until after midnight.
Part 11: negotiating the terms
Part 9: away games
Part 8: from out of left field
Part 7: battle of equals
Part 6: right in the kisser
Part 5: unsportsmanlike conduct
Part 4: scoring
Part 3: get the ball rolling
Part 2: switch hitter
Part 1: roll with the punches
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