Haven 3/5
Title: Haven 3/5
Pairing: Micky/Changmin, Micky/Ricky, Micky/Ricky/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to play with in fanfictions.
Summary: A strange Korean boy walks into a cafe in the middle of BFE Arizona. He stirs up a rife of trouble and a gaggle of feelings that Micky should know better than to act on.
Warning: incest, underage (Changmin is 16 and Ricky is 17; Micky is 20)
A/N: This fic takes place in the United States, where Ricky and Micky are Americans and don't speak Korean. Oh, and BFE stands for "Butt Fucking Egypt" which is a term that means the middle of nowhere.
If you need a visual of Yoochun in the middle of Arizona ... well, here
Fanart by crazyaboutchun
Part 3:
Changmin absolutely insisted that he go to the diner with Micky, and Micky didn’t think he’d be able to deny the adorable kid anything. So with only a few minutes to spare, Micky got on his bike and Changmin climbed on the pegs and Micky pedaled off to work. His mom seemed surprised to see Changmin, but the two of them sat at the counter and chatted over a cup of coffee while Micky went to the back and tried to ignore the sounds of his voice.
Before she left, Micky’s mom came in the back. “I don’t like this situation at all. I think I’m going to make a really expensive phone call to a friend in Korea and see if he can figure out more information on this school. Changmin says he never actually went there, but the officials had come to his high school to talk to him three different times. Ultimately, it was his parents’ decision. Changmin was already at a prestigious high school, and his family is pretty wealthy. I don’t understand why they nabbed him.”
“Do you want something to eat before you leave?”
“No, thank you. Changmin is probably hungry though. He eats more than Ricky.”
Micky smiled. “I think he eats more than both of us put together.”
His mom frowned. “You two should eat more.”
Micky’s smile fell and he looked away. He and Ricky didn’t eat a lot on purpose. The food they ate was counted as waste in the diner’s books, but it still cost his mom money.
“And you two should worry less,” she said and kissed his cheek. “We’re doing just fine, Mick.”
“I know, but-”
“No. You are not going to go work somewhere else to get more money. I’d have to hire someone and-“
“I know, Mom.”
His mom sighed. “We’re doing just fine. Now go get that boy some breakfast.”
Micky nodded and blinked back tears. His mom worked too hard, every day, every week, without a break. She really needed a break.
“Hyung?” Changmin said.
Micky wiped his eyes before turning around and smiling at Changmin. “Hey, Changmin. Wanna learn to make an omelet?”
Changmin smiled in response, not understanding.
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The tension between him and Ricky during the morning rush of customers was obvious. To Micky at least, but no one else seemed to notice. With the sudden appearance of someone desirable, Ricky went on the offensive, making passes and stealing kisses from Micky at the most inopportune moments. If that wasn’t bad enough, he was doing the same to Changmin, though with less intensity. Changmin got kisses on the cheek and touches on the arm and smiles. Micky got slammed into the back wall, his soul sucked out his mouth and Ricky’s hand grabbing at his cock. Rafael almost caught them twice.
In the middle of the lunch rush, Micky’s mom’s cell phone rang. She glanced at it, and then said, “Micky, cover. Please.”
Micky looked around the mostly full diner and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”
Rafael put up a bunch of plates and called an order ready. Micky told him to hang on, and then saw Changmin in the back.
“Changmin!”
Changmin turned around, and Micky put him to work, pointing who the food went to and Changmin listened, observed and learned how to be a waiter in less than ten minutes, smiling and bowing his head to the old women who cooed over the tall, adorable boy.
“Raphael-hyung! Mr. Sampson needs soup!” Changmin shouted from the front of the diner.
“What kind?”
“Noodles and-!”
“Chicken Noodle,” Mr. Sampson said.
“Chicken Noodle!” Changmin shouted.
“Coming up!”
Micky tried not to laugh. The kid caught on quick.
Micky’s mom was on the phone for almost an hour. She returned subdued and gave Micky a look that he couldn’t quite interpret. She went in the back. Changmin was wiping down tables, Ricky was taking an order and Micky was finishing up a transaction at the register. When he was done, Micky glanced around the café, made sure that everything was under control and went in the back.
His mom was at the desk, her head in her hands.
“What’s up, Mom?”
“Changmin was kidnapped,” she said, whispering. “This school doesn’t exist. The guys that took him are part of the mafia.”
“Wow. Rafael was right.”
“The guy I called, Jung Yunho, says that it’s one of the biggest news stories in Korea right now. Changmin’s parents are really wealthy, so there’s a huge reward and the entire police force is looking for the kid. He’s been gone for almost a month, and people are starting to think he’s dead, since there haven’t been any demands for ransom. They had no idea that Changmin had been taken out of the country.”
“So what’s the mafia’s real intention?” Micky asked.
“Yunho doesn’t know. He said he’d contact the police and they’d contact me. I’m waiting for a phone call.”
“Micky-hyung!”
Micky left and went to help Changmin write down an order.
At three, Changmin was exhausted, so instead of making him hang on to the bike, they walked. Micky didn’t know what to say to him, or if he should say anything about the information his mom found out. Someone from the Seoul national police, Changmin’s father and Jung Yunho were going to be there in two days to pick Changmin up.
Changmin staggered through the house when they arrived (though he still automatically took off his shoes). Micky followed his example and left them lined up by the door. Changmin face-planted on the bed. Micky chuckled and went to his dresser. His sweats were too short for Changmin to wear, but the boy hadn’t changed his clothes and slept in the ones he’d shown up in. Micky tossed the sweats on the bed, told Changmin to change and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. He was too tired to wank and too confused to even wonder about the images that would accompany his hand on his cock.
Changmin was asleep when Micky came back to the bedroom. With a smile, Micky moved quietly and gathered Changmin’s clothes up. He tossed them into the washer that was already mostly full and started the cycle. Ricky would throw them in the dryer when he got home. Micky went back to the bedroom. He climbed into bed and propped his head on his hand. His other hand ran up and down Changmin’s back. The boy shifted but didn’t wake up, so Micky kept doing it until his eyes wouldn’t stay open. He slid a bit closer, knowing he’d be completely pressed against him when Ricky came to bed, and tried to sleep.
Micky didn’t usually wake up when Ricky came to bed. But Ricky didn’t usually slide his fingers over his hip and tug his dick around either.
“Ricky, fuck.”
“Can I?” Lips pressed against his neck.
Micky moaned and tried to move and pressed himself against Changmin. “Stop it. Please.”
“No.”
“He’s leaving in two days, then we’ll talk about this okay?”
“Don’t want to talk,” Ricky said with a strong pull.
Micky bit his lip against another moan and tried not to thrust back into his brother.
Changmin grumbled and turned to his side, and Ricky’s hand left Micky’s erection just before Changmin’s eyes opened.
“Wake up?” Changmin muttered.
Micky shook his head. “Not yet.”
Changmin nodded and his eyes shut, mouth in an adorable pout.
“Kiss him,” Ricky whispered.
Micky held his breath but didn’t move. Ricky reached around him and trailed fingers over Changmin’s face. His face scrunched up and his lips parted. Ricky ran his thumb over his lower lip and once again, pulled his hand away as Changmin’s eyes fluttered open.
“Hyung?” he said.
Micky tried to smile and swallow and breathe.
Changmin did smile and rolled to his side, buried his face in Micky’s neck. His arms were too long and he ended up pulling Ricky closer to Micky and hugging them both. Micky’s breath whooshed out of him and almost unconsciously he pressed a kiss to Changmin’s bare shoulder.
Changmin lifted his head, eyes still half-lidded from sleep.
Micky licked his lips, and Changmin watched the movement and licked his own and Micky succumbed with a breathless moan and pressed his lips against Changmin’s.
Changmin froze, but didn’t stop him. After the initial press of lips, Changmin tilted his head and kissed him back.
A wet tongue ran over Micky’s ear and his brother’s erection pressed against his ass. “So hot,” Ricky whispered.
Micky jerked away from Changmin and the boy frowned, and then noticed that Ricky was awake and he blushed and Ricky touched his cheek with a smile. He pushed up and leaned over Micky and gave Changmin a kiss.
“Ricky, you’re confusing him.”
“And you,” Ricky said, turned his head and kissed Micky.
Changmin inhaled sharply and Micky felt him pull away, but Ricky’s arm was around him, holding him tightly. Ricky forced the kiss deeper, and Micky wondered when he’d completely lost control of himself or if he really had control to begin with. His arm lifted and tangled in Ricky’s hair. Their heads tilted and their tongues fought with the other in desperation.
A slightly shaking hand ran over his side and Micky finally yanked himself away from his brother’s mouth.
“Hyungs?” Changmin whispered, head tilted.
Micky shook his head. “Sorry, Changmin.” With a small smile, Micky repeated, “Mianhey, dongsaeng.”
Changmin smiled and then it fell and he said something in Korean that neither of them understood. With a huff, Changmin continued babbling, but his hand went to Ricky, fingers tangling in his hair, and then he pulled, and Ricky yelped from the pain but did not protest when Changmin kissed him, just like Ricky had kissed Micky.
“This is such a bad idea,” Micky said even as his hand ran up and down Ricky’s bare back.
Ricky smirked into the next press of lips from Changmin. “He’ll be gone in two days. Better enjoy him while he’s here.”
“And you?”
Ricky pulled away from Changmin and licked his lips. “I’m not going anywhere and you’ll have plenty of time to enjoy me.”
Micky shut his eyes. Ricky kissed him and then Changmin kissed him and Micky gave in to the inevitable. Two mouths fought for his kisses, and he wondered what Changmin was thinking. Hell, he wondered what Ricky was thinking.
Micky hadn’t realized his hand was on his brother’s back until Ricky shifted and it slipped down, to the top of his sweats.
“Take them off,” Ricky growled.
“No,” Micky said.
Ricky sat on his knees and crossed his arms. Changmin continued kissing Micky’s neck, but his eyes were on his brother.
“This is too much, too soon, and I’m still fucking exhausted.”
“Bad word,” Changmin muttered.
“You’re being a pussy,” Ricky said.
“Bad word,” Changmin repeated.
“Shut up,” Ricky snapped.
Changmin’s head shot up and he bit his lip and looked away.
“Don’t yell at him. He’s learning.”
“Fuck off.”
“Fuck home-bo-ee.”
Ricky smirked. “That is the best idea of the day.”
“No,” Micky said firmly.
Ricky dropped and put his hands on Micky’s chest. Leaning down, lips close to Micky’s, he said, “Suck homeboy off.”
“Ricky, don’t. This is …”
“Changmin.”
“What?”
“Do you want to suck on Micky’s dick?”
Changmin tilted his head and didn’t answer, trying to figure out what Ricky had said.
Ricky’s smirk stretched and before Micky could stop him, he sat back up and yanked the front of his sweats down and his erection bobbed free.
“Ricky!”
Micky tried to grab his pants, but Ricky leaned back and kept pulling and the two of them ended up toppling off the bed with Micky on top of him and his sweats at his ankles, ass in the air. Ricky kissed his shoulder and ran his hands down Micky’s back and squeezed his ass.
“Ricky, fuck,” Micky whispered and rocked his hips on Ricky’s body.
Another hand touched his ass and Micky’s eyes shut.
“Let me suck you off,” Ricky whispered. “Changmin can help me. Let me show him how it’s done. You know you want to.”
Micky shivered and with a whimper climbed back up on the bed. Ricky pulled his sweats off and he was naked, lying next to Changmin. Changmin smiled and bit his lip for a moment before leaning over and kissing him. Micky moaned into his mouth.
Ricky’s hands ran up and down his legs and then firm fingers gripped his dick, pulling another moan from Micky.
“Changmin,” Ricky said.
Changmin looked down, face a bit worried, but his eyes were excited.
“This is sucking cock.” And Ricky opened his mouth and Micky held his breath and then whimpered when lips closed around his shaft and Ricky sucked lightly and then lowered his head. Micky’s hand went to his brother’s hair and yanked softly. His other hand found Changmin’s and he squeezed with each wave of pleasure. He moaned when Ricky released his dick and it smacked into his stomach.
“You want to suck on Micky’s cock?” Ricky asked.
Changmin licked his lips and nodded. He moved, curling his body down.
Ricky lifted his dick and Changmin’s tongue touched the head and the boy licked at him for a moment, before doing what Ricky had done and opening his mouth and putting at least half of Micky into his throat. Ricky shifted back and licked at Micky’s balls.
“Fuck,” Micky whimpered. His fingers were tangled in both of their hair, pulling the most on Ricky’s.
“Good job?” Changmin asked, turning his head a bit to look at Micky
Ricky took over sucking and Micky nodded frantically. “Yes, good. God, so fucking good.”
Changmin smiled and kissed him briefly before going back to suck on the tip of his dick. Ricky slid his hand up and down his shaft and tugged on his balls. Micky moaned, head titled back and tried to thrust into their ministrations. It was insane and wrong and so intense. And it’d been so long since he hadn’t had to stroke himself. He was ready to come too quick and he was vaguely aware of Ricky murmuring instructions to Changmin, about watching his teeth and sucking only lightly and how to curl his hand around the shaft, and before Micky knew it, it was only Changmin at his dick, following all the instructions and twisting his hand just perfectly on the upstroke. His eyes opened and he watched as his dick disappeared between those too-young lips.
Ricky’s face was in front of his in the next moment, smiling and Micky yanked him down for a deep kiss. Ricky’s fingers found and twisted Micky’s nipples. The sensations boiled together, yanking pleasure from his core, twisting and throwing him in the air, holding him captive. And then Changmin tried to take too much and Micky’s cock thrust into the back of his throat and Changmin gagged and Micky froze, mouth open, ignoring Ricky’s tongue as it ran around his lips.
“Come in his mouth,” Ricky said, voice deep. “Give him his first load.”
Micky moaned and he really did mean to pull Changmin away, but just the thought was enough to have him exploding and he shook, vision going gray and spotty while he came in Changmin’s mouth. The boy gagged and coughed and Micky’s dick fell out of his mouth and weak pulses of come spluttered on his stomach.
Ricky moved away and the sounds of messy kissing filled Micky’s head. He pried an eye open and watched as Ricky ate at Changmin’s mouth. His hand was between them and he pushed them back until Changmin fell to the bed and Ricky climbed over him. He lowered his hips and took both of their erections in his hand and stroked them off. Changmin whimpered into the kiss, fingers digging into Ricky’s ass. In what felt like moments, Changmin was coming. He broke away from Ricky’s lips and his body went taut. His cry staggered, his voice broke and he cut off with harsh whimper before shooting white strands all over his chest.
Ricky scooped up the come and stroked himself. He went back to Changmin’s mouth to kiss him and Micky moved closer, body still thrumming from pleasure. He turned his brother’s head enough to kiss them both and Ricky whimpered.
“Touch me, Micky, please. God, please. I want you to touch me.”
Micky knew better, he did, but the time to stop had past and he reached down and took over, sliding his hand over Ricky’s come-covered cock. Ricky moaned and pushed himself up. His hands went to his knees squeezing, and Micky licked his lips. His brother’s dick was longer than his, lucky bastard. Micky took a deep breath and leaned down. He kept his hand on the shaft but licked at the crown.
Ricky cried out, hands tangling in Micky’s hair. He pulled and thrust forward and Micky let go of his erection and let his brother fuck his face. He gagged on a few of the deeper thrusts and his lips started hurting, but Ricky was panting, his cock pulsing and Micky knew he was almost done.
“Suck cock is fun,” Changmin said.
Ricky half-laughed and half-moaned. He nodded. “Sucking cock is fun.”
Micky smiled and rolled his eyes up, met his brother’s lust-filled gaze and then concentrated on sucking on him. After only four more deep trips into his throat, Ricky’s cock jerked and he moaned. Micky did not want a mouthful of come, so he pulled off, despite Ricky’s protest and stroked his brother roughly. Ricky pulled his hair and Micky followed the tug and their mouths met in a rough, dirty kiss and then Ricky was coming, pulsing his release all over Micky’s hip and Changmin’s stomach.
The two of them collapsed and it took a few minutes to calm down, with lust still raging through Micky’s body.
“Fuck,” Ricky said.
“That is probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done,” Micky said.
Ricky snorted and told him to fuck off.
Micky sighed and then smiled when Changmin kissed him.
“Homeboy okay?”
Micky laughed. “Yes. I’m fine.”
Ricky pulled the blanket around them all and flung it over them. “Now sleep, since you won’t let me fuck you.”
Micky sighed again. Was he really going to let his brother fuck him?
Despite his fantasies when he was in the shower, it really wasn’t a good idea. The reality of it was sobering.
Part 4: Sexy
Part 2: Generosity
Part 1: Mystery
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Pairing: Micky/Changmin, Micky/Ricky, Micky/Ricky/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to play with in fanfictions.
Summary: A strange Korean boy walks into a cafe in the middle of BFE Arizona. He stirs up a rife of trouble and a gaggle of feelings that Micky should know better than to act on.
Warning: incest, underage (Changmin is 16 and Ricky is 17; Micky is 20)
A/N: This fic takes place in the United States, where Ricky and Micky are Americans and don't speak Korean. Oh, and BFE stands for "Butt Fucking Egypt" which is a term that means the middle of nowhere.
If you need a visual of Yoochun in the middle of Arizona ... well, here
Fanart by crazyaboutchun
Part 3:
Changmin absolutely insisted that he go to the diner with Micky, and Micky didn’t think he’d be able to deny the adorable kid anything. So with only a few minutes to spare, Micky got on his bike and Changmin climbed on the pegs and Micky pedaled off to work. His mom seemed surprised to see Changmin, but the two of them sat at the counter and chatted over a cup of coffee while Micky went to the back and tried to ignore the sounds of his voice.
Before she left, Micky’s mom came in the back. “I don’t like this situation at all. I think I’m going to make a really expensive phone call to a friend in Korea and see if he can figure out more information on this school. Changmin says he never actually went there, but the officials had come to his high school to talk to him three different times. Ultimately, it was his parents’ decision. Changmin was already at a prestigious high school, and his family is pretty wealthy. I don’t understand why they nabbed him.”
“Do you want something to eat before you leave?”
“No, thank you. Changmin is probably hungry though. He eats more than Ricky.”
Micky smiled. “I think he eats more than both of us put together.”
His mom frowned. “You two should eat more.”
Micky’s smile fell and he looked away. He and Ricky didn’t eat a lot on purpose. The food they ate was counted as waste in the diner’s books, but it still cost his mom money.
“And you two should worry less,” she said and kissed his cheek. “We’re doing just fine, Mick.”
“I know, but-”
“No. You are not going to go work somewhere else to get more money. I’d have to hire someone and-“
“I know, Mom.”
His mom sighed. “We’re doing just fine. Now go get that boy some breakfast.”
Micky nodded and blinked back tears. His mom worked too hard, every day, every week, without a break. She really needed a break.
“Hyung?” Changmin said.
Micky wiped his eyes before turning around and smiling at Changmin. “Hey, Changmin. Wanna learn to make an omelet?”
Changmin smiled in response, not understanding.
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The tension between him and Ricky during the morning rush of customers was obvious. To Micky at least, but no one else seemed to notice. With the sudden appearance of someone desirable, Ricky went on the offensive, making passes and stealing kisses from Micky at the most inopportune moments. If that wasn’t bad enough, he was doing the same to Changmin, though with less intensity. Changmin got kisses on the cheek and touches on the arm and smiles. Micky got slammed into the back wall, his soul sucked out his mouth and Ricky’s hand grabbing at his cock. Rafael almost caught them twice.
In the middle of the lunch rush, Micky’s mom’s cell phone rang. She glanced at it, and then said, “Micky, cover. Please.”
Micky looked around the mostly full diner and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”
Rafael put up a bunch of plates and called an order ready. Micky told him to hang on, and then saw Changmin in the back.
“Changmin!”
Changmin turned around, and Micky put him to work, pointing who the food went to and Changmin listened, observed and learned how to be a waiter in less than ten minutes, smiling and bowing his head to the old women who cooed over the tall, adorable boy.
“Raphael-hyung! Mr. Sampson needs soup!” Changmin shouted from the front of the diner.
“What kind?”
“Noodles and-!”
“Chicken Noodle,” Mr. Sampson said.
“Chicken Noodle!” Changmin shouted.
“Coming up!”
Micky tried not to laugh. The kid caught on quick.
Micky’s mom was on the phone for almost an hour. She returned subdued and gave Micky a look that he couldn’t quite interpret. She went in the back. Changmin was wiping down tables, Ricky was taking an order and Micky was finishing up a transaction at the register. When he was done, Micky glanced around the café, made sure that everything was under control and went in the back.
His mom was at the desk, her head in her hands.
“What’s up, Mom?”
“Changmin was kidnapped,” she said, whispering. “This school doesn’t exist. The guys that took him are part of the mafia.”
“Wow. Rafael was right.”
“The guy I called, Jung Yunho, says that it’s one of the biggest news stories in Korea right now. Changmin’s parents are really wealthy, so there’s a huge reward and the entire police force is looking for the kid. He’s been gone for almost a month, and people are starting to think he’s dead, since there haven’t been any demands for ransom. They had no idea that Changmin had been taken out of the country.”
“So what’s the mafia’s real intention?” Micky asked.
“Yunho doesn’t know. He said he’d contact the police and they’d contact me. I’m waiting for a phone call.”
“Micky-hyung!”
Micky left and went to help Changmin write down an order.
At three, Changmin was exhausted, so instead of making him hang on to the bike, they walked. Micky didn’t know what to say to him, or if he should say anything about the information his mom found out. Someone from the Seoul national police, Changmin’s father and Jung Yunho were going to be there in two days to pick Changmin up.
Changmin staggered through the house when they arrived (though he still automatically took off his shoes). Micky followed his example and left them lined up by the door. Changmin face-planted on the bed. Micky chuckled and went to his dresser. His sweats were too short for Changmin to wear, but the boy hadn’t changed his clothes and slept in the ones he’d shown up in. Micky tossed the sweats on the bed, told Changmin to change and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. He was too tired to wank and too confused to even wonder about the images that would accompany his hand on his cock.
Changmin was asleep when Micky came back to the bedroom. With a smile, Micky moved quietly and gathered Changmin’s clothes up. He tossed them into the washer that was already mostly full and started the cycle. Ricky would throw them in the dryer when he got home. Micky went back to the bedroom. He climbed into bed and propped his head on his hand. His other hand ran up and down Changmin’s back. The boy shifted but didn’t wake up, so Micky kept doing it until his eyes wouldn’t stay open. He slid a bit closer, knowing he’d be completely pressed against him when Ricky came to bed, and tried to sleep.
Micky didn’t usually wake up when Ricky came to bed. But Ricky didn’t usually slide his fingers over his hip and tug his dick around either.
“Ricky, fuck.”
“Can I?” Lips pressed against his neck.
Micky moaned and tried to move and pressed himself against Changmin. “Stop it. Please.”
“No.”
“He’s leaving in two days, then we’ll talk about this okay?”
“Don’t want to talk,” Ricky said with a strong pull.
Micky bit his lip against another moan and tried not to thrust back into his brother.
Changmin grumbled and turned to his side, and Ricky’s hand left Micky’s erection just before Changmin’s eyes opened.
“Wake up?” Changmin muttered.
Micky shook his head. “Not yet.”
Changmin nodded and his eyes shut, mouth in an adorable pout.
“Kiss him,” Ricky whispered.
Micky held his breath but didn’t move. Ricky reached around him and trailed fingers over Changmin’s face. His face scrunched up and his lips parted. Ricky ran his thumb over his lower lip and once again, pulled his hand away as Changmin’s eyes fluttered open.
“Hyung?” he said.
Micky tried to smile and swallow and breathe.
Changmin did smile and rolled to his side, buried his face in Micky’s neck. His arms were too long and he ended up pulling Ricky closer to Micky and hugging them both. Micky’s breath whooshed out of him and almost unconsciously he pressed a kiss to Changmin’s bare shoulder.
Changmin lifted his head, eyes still half-lidded from sleep.
Micky licked his lips, and Changmin watched the movement and licked his own and Micky succumbed with a breathless moan and pressed his lips against Changmin’s.
Changmin froze, but didn’t stop him. After the initial press of lips, Changmin tilted his head and kissed him back.
A wet tongue ran over Micky’s ear and his brother’s erection pressed against his ass. “So hot,” Ricky whispered.
Micky jerked away from Changmin and the boy frowned, and then noticed that Ricky was awake and he blushed and Ricky touched his cheek with a smile. He pushed up and leaned over Micky and gave Changmin a kiss.
“Ricky, you’re confusing him.”
“And you,” Ricky said, turned his head and kissed Micky.
Changmin inhaled sharply and Micky felt him pull away, but Ricky’s arm was around him, holding him tightly. Ricky forced the kiss deeper, and Micky wondered when he’d completely lost control of himself or if he really had control to begin with. His arm lifted and tangled in Ricky’s hair. Their heads tilted and their tongues fought with the other in desperation.
A slightly shaking hand ran over his side and Micky finally yanked himself away from his brother’s mouth.
“Hyungs?” Changmin whispered, head tilted.
Micky shook his head. “Sorry, Changmin.” With a small smile, Micky repeated, “Mianhey, dongsaeng.”
Changmin smiled and then it fell and he said something in Korean that neither of them understood. With a huff, Changmin continued babbling, but his hand went to Ricky, fingers tangling in his hair, and then he pulled, and Ricky yelped from the pain but did not protest when Changmin kissed him, just like Ricky had kissed Micky.
“This is such a bad idea,” Micky said even as his hand ran up and down Ricky’s bare back.
Ricky smirked into the next press of lips from Changmin. “He’ll be gone in two days. Better enjoy him while he’s here.”
“And you?”
Ricky pulled away from Changmin and licked his lips. “I’m not going anywhere and you’ll have plenty of time to enjoy me.”
Micky shut his eyes. Ricky kissed him and then Changmin kissed him and Micky gave in to the inevitable. Two mouths fought for his kisses, and he wondered what Changmin was thinking. Hell, he wondered what Ricky was thinking.
Micky hadn’t realized his hand was on his brother’s back until Ricky shifted and it slipped down, to the top of his sweats.
“Take them off,” Ricky growled.
“No,” Micky said.
Ricky sat on his knees and crossed his arms. Changmin continued kissing Micky’s neck, but his eyes were on his brother.
“This is too much, too soon, and I’m still fucking exhausted.”
“Bad word,” Changmin muttered.
“You’re being a pussy,” Ricky said.
“Bad word,” Changmin repeated.
“Shut up,” Ricky snapped.
Changmin’s head shot up and he bit his lip and looked away.
“Don’t yell at him. He’s learning.”
“Fuck off.”
“Fuck home-bo-ee.”
Ricky smirked. “That is the best idea of the day.”
“No,” Micky said firmly.
Ricky dropped and put his hands on Micky’s chest. Leaning down, lips close to Micky’s, he said, “Suck homeboy off.”
“Ricky, don’t. This is …”
“Changmin.”
“What?”
“Do you want to suck on Micky’s dick?”
Changmin tilted his head and didn’t answer, trying to figure out what Ricky had said.
Ricky’s smirk stretched and before Micky could stop him, he sat back up and yanked the front of his sweats down and his erection bobbed free.
“Ricky!”
Micky tried to grab his pants, but Ricky leaned back and kept pulling and the two of them ended up toppling off the bed with Micky on top of him and his sweats at his ankles, ass in the air. Ricky kissed his shoulder and ran his hands down Micky’s back and squeezed his ass.
“Ricky, fuck,” Micky whispered and rocked his hips on Ricky’s body.
Another hand touched his ass and Micky’s eyes shut.
“Let me suck you off,” Ricky whispered. “Changmin can help me. Let me show him how it’s done. You know you want to.”
Micky shivered and with a whimper climbed back up on the bed. Ricky pulled his sweats off and he was naked, lying next to Changmin. Changmin smiled and bit his lip for a moment before leaning over and kissing him. Micky moaned into his mouth.
Ricky’s hands ran up and down his legs and then firm fingers gripped his dick, pulling another moan from Micky.
“Changmin,” Ricky said.
Changmin looked down, face a bit worried, but his eyes were excited.
“This is sucking cock.” And Ricky opened his mouth and Micky held his breath and then whimpered when lips closed around his shaft and Ricky sucked lightly and then lowered his head. Micky’s hand went to his brother’s hair and yanked softly. His other hand found Changmin’s and he squeezed with each wave of pleasure. He moaned when Ricky released his dick and it smacked into his stomach.
“You want to suck on Micky’s cock?” Ricky asked.
Changmin licked his lips and nodded. He moved, curling his body down.
Ricky lifted his dick and Changmin’s tongue touched the head and the boy licked at him for a moment, before doing what Ricky had done and opening his mouth and putting at least half of Micky into his throat. Ricky shifted back and licked at Micky’s balls.
“Fuck,” Micky whimpered. His fingers were tangled in both of their hair, pulling the most on Ricky’s.
“Good job?” Changmin asked, turning his head a bit to look at Micky
Ricky took over sucking and Micky nodded frantically. “Yes, good. God, so fucking good.”
Changmin smiled and kissed him briefly before going back to suck on the tip of his dick. Ricky slid his hand up and down his shaft and tugged on his balls. Micky moaned, head titled back and tried to thrust into their ministrations. It was insane and wrong and so intense. And it’d been so long since he hadn’t had to stroke himself. He was ready to come too quick and he was vaguely aware of Ricky murmuring instructions to Changmin, about watching his teeth and sucking only lightly and how to curl his hand around the shaft, and before Micky knew it, it was only Changmin at his dick, following all the instructions and twisting his hand just perfectly on the upstroke. His eyes opened and he watched as his dick disappeared between those too-young lips.
Ricky’s face was in front of his in the next moment, smiling and Micky yanked him down for a deep kiss. Ricky’s fingers found and twisted Micky’s nipples. The sensations boiled together, yanking pleasure from his core, twisting and throwing him in the air, holding him captive. And then Changmin tried to take too much and Micky’s cock thrust into the back of his throat and Changmin gagged and Micky froze, mouth open, ignoring Ricky’s tongue as it ran around his lips.
“Come in his mouth,” Ricky said, voice deep. “Give him his first load.”
Micky moaned and he really did mean to pull Changmin away, but just the thought was enough to have him exploding and he shook, vision going gray and spotty while he came in Changmin’s mouth. The boy gagged and coughed and Micky’s dick fell out of his mouth and weak pulses of come spluttered on his stomach.
Ricky moved away and the sounds of messy kissing filled Micky’s head. He pried an eye open and watched as Ricky ate at Changmin’s mouth. His hand was between them and he pushed them back until Changmin fell to the bed and Ricky climbed over him. He lowered his hips and took both of their erections in his hand and stroked them off. Changmin whimpered into the kiss, fingers digging into Ricky’s ass. In what felt like moments, Changmin was coming. He broke away from Ricky’s lips and his body went taut. His cry staggered, his voice broke and he cut off with harsh whimper before shooting white strands all over his chest.
Ricky scooped up the come and stroked himself. He went back to Changmin’s mouth to kiss him and Micky moved closer, body still thrumming from pleasure. He turned his brother’s head enough to kiss them both and Ricky whimpered.
“Touch me, Micky, please. God, please. I want you to touch me.”
Micky knew better, he did, but the time to stop had past and he reached down and took over, sliding his hand over Ricky’s come-covered cock. Ricky moaned and pushed himself up. His hands went to his knees squeezing, and Micky licked his lips. His brother’s dick was longer than his, lucky bastard. Micky took a deep breath and leaned down. He kept his hand on the shaft but licked at the crown.
Ricky cried out, hands tangling in Micky’s hair. He pulled and thrust forward and Micky let go of his erection and let his brother fuck his face. He gagged on a few of the deeper thrusts and his lips started hurting, but Ricky was panting, his cock pulsing and Micky knew he was almost done.
“Suck cock is fun,” Changmin said.
Ricky half-laughed and half-moaned. He nodded. “Sucking cock is fun.”
Micky smiled and rolled his eyes up, met his brother’s lust-filled gaze and then concentrated on sucking on him. After only four more deep trips into his throat, Ricky’s cock jerked and he moaned. Micky did not want a mouthful of come, so he pulled off, despite Ricky’s protest and stroked his brother roughly. Ricky pulled his hair and Micky followed the tug and their mouths met in a rough, dirty kiss and then Ricky was coming, pulsing his release all over Micky’s hip and Changmin’s stomach.
The two of them collapsed and it took a few minutes to calm down, with lust still raging through Micky’s body.
“Fuck,” Ricky said.
“That is probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done,” Micky said.
Ricky snorted and told him to fuck off.
Micky sighed and then smiled when Changmin kissed him.
“Homeboy okay?”
Micky laughed. “Yes. I’m fine.”
Ricky pulled the blanket around them all and flung it over them. “Now sleep, since you won’t let me fuck you.”
Micky sighed again. Was he really going to let his brother fuck him?
Despite his fantasies when he was in the shower, it really wasn’t a good idea. The reality of it was sobering.
Part 4: Sexy
Part 2: Generosity
Part 1: Mystery
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