Haven 4/5
Title: Haven 4/5
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.
A/N2: The reason why the numbers ARE DIFFERENT AGAIN is because part 5 was only 800 words, so the fic isn't any shorter, I just can't break it up properly.
If you need a visual of Yoochun in the middle of Arizona ... well, here
Fanart by crazyaboutchun
Part 4:
Micky flung an arm over his head and tried to relax. Changmin easily fell asleep, and Micky could feel his brother’s eyes on him until the other curled around Changmin, his back to Micky.
After another hour, Micky knew he wasn’t going back to sleep. He slipped out of the bed and went to the bathroom. Trying to ignore his reflection, he started the shower. His hands were shaking. He turned the water on as cold as he could stand it and then climbed in and stood under the spray with his head and face pummeled by the water.
Which is probably why he didn’t know he was no longer alone until the curtain was ripped to the side and a blast of colder air hit his body followed by warm skin pressed against his back. He yanked his head back and sputtered water from his face, trying to clear his eyes.
“Cold,” Changmin said and reached around him to adjust the water temperature. His other hand easily settled around Micky’s waist.
“Changmin,” Micky said, blinking rapidly.
Changmin smiled and nodded in satisfaction when the water warmed. He put both arms around Micky’s shoulders and pulled their bodies together. Micky stood frozen and then very slowly put his arms around Changmin’s waist. He leaned against his shoulder.
“Mistake?” Changmin asked, voice barely loud enough over the shower.
Micky smiled and shook his head. “No. Not a mistake.”
Changmin pulled his head back and looked at him. “No mistake?”
“No. Good idea.”
Changmin smiled and then leaned forward and Micky didn’t stop their lips from meeting. The kiss was brief and then Changmin smirked and turned them around and Micky was no longer in the spray of the shower. Changmin tilted his head back to wet his hair completely, and Micky was transfixed by the rivulets of water sliding down his chest. He reached up and touched under Changmin’s collarbone, disrupting the trail. His fingers followed the water, and Changmin shivered under the touch.
“Hyung,” Changmin gasped.
Micky smiled up at him and cupped his growing erection. Changmin’s eyes shut and he moaned, hips jerking forward. Micky leaned into him and kissed him. Changmin moaned, and again his arms went around Micky’s body. Micky stroked him slowly, kissing him to the same teasing rhythm. Their lips parted when Changmin’s knee buckled, and Micky quickly tightened his hold around his waist.
Micky smiled at Changmin’s dazed expression. “I wish I could talk to you and have you understand everything I say,” Micky said.
Changmin smiled and bit his lip. “I understand.”
“Not everything.”
With a pout, Changmin nodded. “Not everything. But … this. You … okay?”
Micky tilted his head and said, “You’re young.”
“Rafael say old enough.”
Micky snorted. “He is such a bitch.”
Changmin frowned and tilted his head, thinking. “You love Ricky.”
Micky sighed, nodded and leaned against the cool shower wall. He shut his eyes. “It’s complicated.”
“Comp … comp …”
Micky smiled and said it again, “Complicated. Um, what is that word you taught us earlier? Oreo-way-o.”
Changmin laughed and repeated the word for ‘difficult’ properly in Korean. It wasn’t quite the word Micky wanted, but it was close.
“Yeah, that,” Micky said and stole a kiss.
“Sex?” Changmin asked.
Micky wasn’t sure what he was asking. “What?”
“You make sex with Ricky? Yes? No?”
Micky took a really deep breath. “No.”
“Never?”
Micky shrugged. He reached over Changmin’s shoulder and grabbed the shampoo. Changmin didn’t say anything else, and Micky was grateful. He filled his palm with the cheap stuff and then put his hands on Changmin’s head and scrubbed. Changmin smiled and shut his eyes. Micky scratched at his scalp and then rubbed down his neck. There was enough soap on his hands to do his own hair too, since Changmin’s hair wasn’t that long. Changmin ducked under the spray while Micky washed his hair, and didn’t protest when Changmin wrapped his arms around him while he leaned into him to rinse off.
Changmin’s hands ran up and down Micky’s body and he shivered, cock twitching against Changmin’s hip.
“Sex with me?” Changmin whispered.
Micky looked up at him, eyebrows raised. “Have you ever had sex?”
Changmin bit his lower lip and then after a moment of translation, he shook his head. “No sex, but … I want sex with you.”
“Oh god,” Micky whispered and rubbed himself against Changmin’s body, debating. It would be really easy, really quick too, but … he did not want Changmin’s first sexual experience to be in the shower. But if they went to the bedroom, then Ricky would … Micky shivered. Sex in the shower was a better idea than that moral dilemma.
“Please, Micky,” Changmin whispered and kissed below his ear.
Micky shivered and then reached down to grab the conditioner. He stepped away from Changmin, trying to ignore the flush in his skin that was not due to the hot water. He turned around, poured too much conditioner into his hand and then dropped the bottle. He ran the slippery substance on his fingers and reached around his hip. He leaned against the wall, propped up on his arm and pressed his fingers against his entrance, moaning at the slide against sensitive skin. It wasn’t the first time he’d done this in the shower, but it was the first time, he had an audience. Cock hardening, he pumped that finger in and out of his body. Shaking hands settled on his ass and spread him open. He panted, slowing enough to press in a second finger.
A firm grip around his wrist stopped him and he whimpered. Changmin pulled his hand away. The whimper turned to an immediate groan when Changmin’s fingers slipped over his clenching entrance. A single finger pushed into him, going deeper than Micky could reach. He moaned and took his cock in his hand, stroking slowly as Changmin explored and played. Another finger joined the first and pumped in and out of him. Micky did his best not to thrust back.
“Okay?” Changmin whispered.
Micky nodded frantically. “One more finger, Minnie. Just one more.”
Both fingers left him and Micky moaned in disappointment, but understood when the cap of the conditioner was opened. He spread his legs as far as he could go and angled his upper body a bit. Three fingers stretched him further and Micky cried out, hand speeding up on his cock as Changmin pumped faster.
“Spread them,” Micky whispered and tried to show him through the lust running through him.
Changmin understood, smart little sex genius, and spread his fingers, curled them and Micky whined as they ran over his prostate.
“Now, now, now, now, now, now,” Micky panted.
Changmin stopped.
“Fuck me. Cock inside me. Come on.”
The fingers left and Micky whimpered until he felt Changmin’s erection swipe up and down his entrance. Micky tried to hold still and Changmin’s hand tightened on his ass, squeezing. The head of his erection settled against him and Micky fought the urge to thrust back. Carefully, too carefully, Changmin pressed into him, fingers guiding his way.
Micky practically screamed. It’d been way too many years, way too many since the last time someone had been inside him. His body stretched, but it stung and he shut his eyes and involuntary tears mixed with the water droplets on his face.
Changmin moaned behind him and pulled out.
“No, no, Min, come on. Inside me.” Micky’s hand was flying over his erection now, body clamping on nothing.
“Tight,” Changmin whispered.
“Oh, god, I know.”
With a shaky breath, Changmin pushed into him again, and this time, Micky thrust back, taking him in as far as the boy could go, and Micky whimpered. Much, much too long. He pulled forward and then back and Changmin gasped and both hands gripped his hips and he started thrusting. Micky secured himself against the shower wall and sped up the strokes on his hand. Changmin was panting already, noises of disbelief and pleasure. Shaking and twitching.
Micky’s hand flew on his cock, steady with a twist at the end, just … like … and then he pictured his brother. His brother’s lips around his cock while Changmin fucked him from behind and he was screaming, shooting his release against the shower wall. Changmin gasped behind him and his body froze. Micky yanked himself away, despite Changmin’s whimper of disbelief, and heavy splatters of warmth splashed over Micky’s ass and thighs.
Micky shut his eyes and smiled, trying to recover against the wall.
Changmin ran his hands over Micky’s ass and then moved to the side and water cascaded on Micky’s body and cleaned him off. The water was going cold. Shivering, Micky turned around, draped his arms around Changmin’s neck and kissed him deeply.
“Okay?” Micky whispered.
Changmin nodded, eyes still a bit dazed from the sex.
Micky chuckled. “Come on, let’s get clean.” Micky grabbed the bar of soap, and quickly washed both of their bodies. The water was almost freezing when they finished, and both of them were shivering when they climbed out.
“Bed?” Changmin whispered.
Micky nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go try to sleep a bit more.”
“Work?”
“In a few hours.”
Changmin smiled and pressed a kiss to Micky’s cheek. “I like it. I like work and you and your house and Ricky.”
Micky smiled and led the way back into the room. Ricky was curled up with the entire blanket, eyes half lidded. He glared at Micky, but Changmin didn’t notice and laughed and climbed into bed with him and said, “Ricky! I fuck homeboy.”
“Yeah, so I heard,” Ricky said.
Micky blushed and quickly pulled on a pair of sweatpants.
“I fuck Ricky now?”
“No,” Micky said. “Sleep now.”
Ricky made a face at him. “What if I want him to fuck me?”
“Do it later.”
“Oh, so you don’t have to listen to us, like I had to listen to you?”
“Rick, come on. This is …”
“Fuck you,” Ricky said.
Changmin frowned at the brothers, but then Ricky turned in his arms and started kissing him. Micky sighed and knew that even with the orgasm from Changmin, he probably wouldn’t sleep now. His lower body ached. He climbed into bed and listened to them make out for a little while. He smiled when Changmin yawned.
And then Ricky was next to him, one arm around his neck and the other along his back. His hand dipped into Micky’s sweats and fingers found his cleft. Micky bit his lip against a reprimand, and even though it was a bad idea, his leg fell forward, giving Ricky access. Ricky’s finger ran up and down, over his entrance, and Micky shut his eyes and did not beg, no he did not. But he whimpered, and Ricky’s finger left for a moment, came back slick with spit and pressed into him.
Micky moaned. “Fuck, Ricky.”
Ricky chuckled and sucked a hicky onto his shoulder. Micky pushed back on his finger, and then it was gone. Micky moaned in protest.
“You’re the one that said we had to sleep,” Ricky said, both arms wrapping around him.
Micky took a deep breath of control and nodded.
“Just remember, though,” Ricky whispered, lips against Micky’s ear. “Changmin won’t be here forever and we’re home alone a lot. I am going to fuck you one day and you’re going to beg me for it.”
Micky moaned, hips rolling back to feel Ricky’s erection. He didn’t protest or refute it, because he knew it was true.
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Micky limped into the diner at three in the morning.
His mom frowned. “You okay?” she asked, handing him a cup of black coffee.
Micky fought his blush and said, “Yeah. Just slept funny. I took a couple Advil for the soreness.”
“And why are you so happy?” she asked Changmin and repeated it in Korean.
Changmin laughed and said something back, and Micky was glad the kid was smart enough not to tell their mom that they had sex in the shower. Just like the morning before, the two of them sat at the counter and talked, and Micky went in the back to make them all breakfast.
An hour later, when his mom left, Changmin came into the back and wrapped his arms around Micky. His normally bright and smiling face was subdued. Micky ran his hands over Changmin’s back and didn’t protest when their lips met.
“What’s wrong?” Micky asked.
Changmin made a face. “I leave. Tomorrow.”
Micky nodded. “Your dad is coming.”
“I know, but …” He looked around the diner and sighed and went over to the prep table.
Micky didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing and the two of them got ready for the morning rush of customers. When Rafael came in, Changmin bounded over to him and declared, “Rafael! I fuck homeboy!”
Micky blushed scarlet and Rafael laughed, flung an arm around Changmin’s shoulders and proceeded to pull details from Changmin, since Micky refused.
“In the shower? You came on his ass? Blow jobs with Ricky?”
And when Changmin wasn’t in earshot, Rafael said to him, “Disgusting, pedo, incest-loving pervert.”
“Shut up,” Micky muttered.
Rafael laughed and slapped his shoulder.
The day passed in a blur. The normal patrons absolutely adored Changmin, and they had one of their busiest days, since the day before the town had done nothing but talked about the cute Asian boy. Micky heard a few patrons wonder if Changmin was their brother, and the gossip grew more and more creative after that.
When their shift ended, Micky led Changmin back to his house. Ricky had given them a lewd look and Micky knew it was inevitable, especially since Changmin was practically bouncing when they entered the living room. Micky didn’t even try to protest and let Changmin fuck him in the shower again, and in the bed, with his knees under his body and face plastered into the pillow to soak up his screams.
When Ricky climbed into bed with them, Micky didn’t even bother to refuse his kisses or his touches or his mouth. He still refused to let Ricky fuck him, but didn’t try to stop them all from sucking each other off again.
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“Are you sure you’re okay?” Micky’s mom asked him the next morning when he winced and shifted on the barstool.
“Yes,” Micky said, trying not to remember Changmin bending him over the bathroom sink to fuck him again. They didn’t say anything to each other, but they both knew that Changmin would be leaving that day.
“I spoke with Jung Yunho about three hours ago. They landed in Los Angeles and caught a flight to Las Vegas. They’re driving from there and they’ll be here at about nine or ten. If I’m not here, call me.”
Micky nodded. “Okay, Omma.” He smiled cutely at her and she laughed and ruffled his hair.
The morning slipped by just like it had the day before, with customers coming in with the chance to talk to Changmin. Micky blamed himself, for not paying attention, for looking at nothing but Changmin’s smiling face.
When that smile fell and the diner went silent, Micky knew something was wrong. He turned around and found himself face to face with the end of a black gun.
Part 5: Scary
Part 3: Curiously
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.
A/N2: The reason why the numbers ARE DIFFERENT AGAIN is because part 5 was only 800 words, so the fic isn't any shorter, I just can't break it up properly.
If you need a visual of Yoochun in the middle of Arizona ... well, here
Fanart by crazyaboutchun
Part 4:
Micky flung an arm over his head and tried to relax. Changmin easily fell asleep, and Micky could feel his brother’s eyes on him until the other curled around Changmin, his back to Micky.
After another hour, Micky knew he wasn’t going back to sleep. He slipped out of the bed and went to the bathroom. Trying to ignore his reflection, he started the shower. His hands were shaking. He turned the water on as cold as he could stand it and then climbed in and stood under the spray with his head and face pummeled by the water.
Which is probably why he didn’t know he was no longer alone until the curtain was ripped to the side and a blast of colder air hit his body followed by warm skin pressed against his back. He yanked his head back and sputtered water from his face, trying to clear his eyes.
“Cold,” Changmin said and reached around him to adjust the water temperature. His other hand easily settled around Micky’s waist.
“Changmin,” Micky said, blinking rapidly.
Changmin smiled and nodded in satisfaction when the water warmed. He put both arms around Micky’s shoulders and pulled their bodies together. Micky stood frozen and then very slowly put his arms around Changmin’s waist. He leaned against his shoulder.
“Mistake?” Changmin asked, voice barely loud enough over the shower.
Micky smiled and shook his head. “No. Not a mistake.”
Changmin pulled his head back and looked at him. “No mistake?”
“No. Good idea.”
Changmin smiled and then leaned forward and Micky didn’t stop their lips from meeting. The kiss was brief and then Changmin smirked and turned them around and Micky was no longer in the spray of the shower. Changmin tilted his head back to wet his hair completely, and Micky was transfixed by the rivulets of water sliding down his chest. He reached up and touched under Changmin’s collarbone, disrupting the trail. His fingers followed the water, and Changmin shivered under the touch.
“Hyung,” Changmin gasped.
Micky smiled up at him and cupped his growing erection. Changmin’s eyes shut and he moaned, hips jerking forward. Micky leaned into him and kissed him. Changmin moaned, and again his arms went around Micky’s body. Micky stroked him slowly, kissing him to the same teasing rhythm. Their lips parted when Changmin’s knee buckled, and Micky quickly tightened his hold around his waist.
Micky smiled at Changmin’s dazed expression. “I wish I could talk to you and have you understand everything I say,” Micky said.
Changmin smiled and bit his lip. “I understand.”
“Not everything.”
With a pout, Changmin nodded. “Not everything. But … this. You … okay?”
Micky tilted his head and said, “You’re young.”
“Rafael say old enough.”
Micky snorted. “He is such a bitch.”
Changmin frowned and tilted his head, thinking. “You love Ricky.”
Micky sighed, nodded and leaned against the cool shower wall. He shut his eyes. “It’s complicated.”
“Comp … comp …”
Micky smiled and said it again, “Complicated. Um, what is that word you taught us earlier? Oreo-way-o.”
Changmin laughed and repeated the word for ‘difficult’ properly in Korean. It wasn’t quite the word Micky wanted, but it was close.
“Yeah, that,” Micky said and stole a kiss.
“Sex?” Changmin asked.
Micky wasn’t sure what he was asking. “What?”
“You make sex with Ricky? Yes? No?”
Micky took a really deep breath. “No.”
“Never?”
Micky shrugged. He reached over Changmin’s shoulder and grabbed the shampoo. Changmin didn’t say anything else, and Micky was grateful. He filled his palm with the cheap stuff and then put his hands on Changmin’s head and scrubbed. Changmin smiled and shut his eyes. Micky scratched at his scalp and then rubbed down his neck. There was enough soap on his hands to do his own hair too, since Changmin’s hair wasn’t that long. Changmin ducked under the spray while Micky washed his hair, and didn’t protest when Changmin wrapped his arms around him while he leaned into him to rinse off.
Changmin’s hands ran up and down Micky’s body and he shivered, cock twitching against Changmin’s hip.
“Sex with me?” Changmin whispered.
Micky looked up at him, eyebrows raised. “Have you ever had sex?”
Changmin bit his lower lip and then after a moment of translation, he shook his head. “No sex, but … I want sex with you.”
“Oh god,” Micky whispered and rubbed himself against Changmin’s body, debating. It would be really easy, really quick too, but … he did not want Changmin’s first sexual experience to be in the shower. But if they went to the bedroom, then Ricky would … Micky shivered. Sex in the shower was a better idea than that moral dilemma.
“Please, Micky,” Changmin whispered and kissed below his ear.
Micky shivered and then reached down to grab the conditioner. He stepped away from Changmin, trying to ignore the flush in his skin that was not due to the hot water. He turned around, poured too much conditioner into his hand and then dropped the bottle. He ran the slippery substance on his fingers and reached around his hip. He leaned against the wall, propped up on his arm and pressed his fingers against his entrance, moaning at the slide against sensitive skin. It wasn’t the first time he’d done this in the shower, but it was the first time, he had an audience. Cock hardening, he pumped that finger in and out of his body. Shaking hands settled on his ass and spread him open. He panted, slowing enough to press in a second finger.
A firm grip around his wrist stopped him and he whimpered. Changmin pulled his hand away. The whimper turned to an immediate groan when Changmin’s fingers slipped over his clenching entrance. A single finger pushed into him, going deeper than Micky could reach. He moaned and took his cock in his hand, stroking slowly as Changmin explored and played. Another finger joined the first and pumped in and out of him. Micky did his best not to thrust back.
“Okay?” Changmin whispered.
Micky nodded frantically. “One more finger, Minnie. Just one more.”
Both fingers left him and Micky moaned in disappointment, but understood when the cap of the conditioner was opened. He spread his legs as far as he could go and angled his upper body a bit. Three fingers stretched him further and Micky cried out, hand speeding up on his cock as Changmin pumped faster.
“Spread them,” Micky whispered and tried to show him through the lust running through him.
Changmin understood, smart little sex genius, and spread his fingers, curled them and Micky whined as they ran over his prostate.
“Now, now, now, now, now, now,” Micky panted.
Changmin stopped.
“Fuck me. Cock inside me. Come on.”
The fingers left and Micky whimpered until he felt Changmin’s erection swipe up and down his entrance. Micky tried to hold still and Changmin’s hand tightened on his ass, squeezing. The head of his erection settled against him and Micky fought the urge to thrust back. Carefully, too carefully, Changmin pressed into him, fingers guiding his way.
Micky practically screamed. It’d been way too many years, way too many since the last time someone had been inside him. His body stretched, but it stung and he shut his eyes and involuntary tears mixed with the water droplets on his face.
Changmin moaned behind him and pulled out.
“No, no, Min, come on. Inside me.” Micky’s hand was flying over his erection now, body clamping on nothing.
“Tight,” Changmin whispered.
“Oh, god, I know.”
With a shaky breath, Changmin pushed into him again, and this time, Micky thrust back, taking him in as far as the boy could go, and Micky whimpered. Much, much too long. He pulled forward and then back and Changmin gasped and both hands gripped his hips and he started thrusting. Micky secured himself against the shower wall and sped up the strokes on his hand. Changmin was panting already, noises of disbelief and pleasure. Shaking and twitching.
Micky’s hand flew on his cock, steady with a twist at the end, just … like … and then he pictured his brother. His brother’s lips around his cock while Changmin fucked him from behind and he was screaming, shooting his release against the shower wall. Changmin gasped behind him and his body froze. Micky yanked himself away, despite Changmin’s whimper of disbelief, and heavy splatters of warmth splashed over Micky’s ass and thighs.
Micky shut his eyes and smiled, trying to recover against the wall.
Changmin ran his hands over Micky’s ass and then moved to the side and water cascaded on Micky’s body and cleaned him off. The water was going cold. Shivering, Micky turned around, draped his arms around Changmin’s neck and kissed him deeply.
“Okay?” Micky whispered.
Changmin nodded, eyes still a bit dazed from the sex.
Micky chuckled. “Come on, let’s get clean.” Micky grabbed the bar of soap, and quickly washed both of their bodies. The water was almost freezing when they finished, and both of them were shivering when they climbed out.
“Bed?” Changmin whispered.
Micky nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go try to sleep a bit more.”
“Work?”
“In a few hours.”
Changmin smiled and pressed a kiss to Micky’s cheek. “I like it. I like work and you and your house and Ricky.”
Micky smiled and led the way back into the room. Ricky was curled up with the entire blanket, eyes half lidded. He glared at Micky, but Changmin didn’t notice and laughed and climbed into bed with him and said, “Ricky! I fuck homeboy.”
“Yeah, so I heard,” Ricky said.
Micky blushed and quickly pulled on a pair of sweatpants.
“I fuck Ricky now?”
“No,” Micky said. “Sleep now.”
Ricky made a face at him. “What if I want him to fuck me?”
“Do it later.”
“Oh, so you don’t have to listen to us, like I had to listen to you?”
“Rick, come on. This is …”
“Fuck you,” Ricky said.
Changmin frowned at the brothers, but then Ricky turned in his arms and started kissing him. Micky sighed and knew that even with the orgasm from Changmin, he probably wouldn’t sleep now. His lower body ached. He climbed into bed and listened to them make out for a little while. He smiled when Changmin yawned.
And then Ricky was next to him, one arm around his neck and the other along his back. His hand dipped into Micky’s sweats and fingers found his cleft. Micky bit his lip against a reprimand, and even though it was a bad idea, his leg fell forward, giving Ricky access. Ricky’s finger ran up and down, over his entrance, and Micky shut his eyes and did not beg, no he did not. But he whimpered, and Ricky’s finger left for a moment, came back slick with spit and pressed into him.
Micky moaned. “Fuck, Ricky.”
Ricky chuckled and sucked a hicky onto his shoulder. Micky pushed back on his finger, and then it was gone. Micky moaned in protest.
“You’re the one that said we had to sleep,” Ricky said, both arms wrapping around him.
Micky took a deep breath of control and nodded.
“Just remember, though,” Ricky whispered, lips against Micky’s ear. “Changmin won’t be here forever and we’re home alone a lot. I am going to fuck you one day and you’re going to beg me for it.”
Micky moaned, hips rolling back to feel Ricky’s erection. He didn’t protest or refute it, because he knew it was true.
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Micky limped into the diner at three in the morning.
His mom frowned. “You okay?” she asked, handing him a cup of black coffee.
Micky fought his blush and said, “Yeah. Just slept funny. I took a couple Advil for the soreness.”
“And why are you so happy?” she asked Changmin and repeated it in Korean.
Changmin laughed and said something back, and Micky was glad the kid was smart enough not to tell their mom that they had sex in the shower. Just like the morning before, the two of them sat at the counter and talked, and Micky went in the back to make them all breakfast.
An hour later, when his mom left, Changmin came into the back and wrapped his arms around Micky. His normally bright and smiling face was subdued. Micky ran his hands over Changmin’s back and didn’t protest when their lips met.
“What’s wrong?” Micky asked.
Changmin made a face. “I leave. Tomorrow.”
Micky nodded. “Your dad is coming.”
“I know, but …” He looked around the diner and sighed and went over to the prep table.
Micky didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing and the two of them got ready for the morning rush of customers. When Rafael came in, Changmin bounded over to him and declared, “Rafael! I fuck homeboy!”
Micky blushed scarlet and Rafael laughed, flung an arm around Changmin’s shoulders and proceeded to pull details from Changmin, since Micky refused.
“In the shower? You came on his ass? Blow jobs with Ricky?”
And when Changmin wasn’t in earshot, Rafael said to him, “Disgusting, pedo, incest-loving pervert.”
“Shut up,” Micky muttered.
Rafael laughed and slapped his shoulder.
The day passed in a blur. The normal patrons absolutely adored Changmin, and they had one of their busiest days, since the day before the town had done nothing but talked about the cute Asian boy. Micky heard a few patrons wonder if Changmin was their brother, and the gossip grew more and more creative after that.
When their shift ended, Micky led Changmin back to his house. Ricky had given them a lewd look and Micky knew it was inevitable, especially since Changmin was practically bouncing when they entered the living room. Micky didn’t even try to protest and let Changmin fuck him in the shower again, and in the bed, with his knees under his body and face plastered into the pillow to soak up his screams.
When Ricky climbed into bed with them, Micky didn’t even bother to refuse his kisses or his touches or his mouth. He still refused to let Ricky fuck him, but didn’t try to stop them all from sucking each other off again.
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“Are you sure you’re okay?” Micky’s mom asked him the next morning when he winced and shifted on the barstool.
“Yes,” Micky said, trying not to remember Changmin bending him over the bathroom sink to fuck him again. They didn’t say anything to each other, but they both knew that Changmin would be leaving that day.
“I spoke with Jung Yunho about three hours ago. They landed in Los Angeles and caught a flight to Las Vegas. They’re driving from there and they’ll be here at about nine or ten. If I’m not here, call me.”
Micky nodded. “Okay, Omma.” He smiled cutely at her and she laughed and ruffled his hair.
The morning slipped by just like it had the day before, with customers coming in with the chance to talk to Changmin. Micky blamed himself, for not paying attention, for looking at nothing but Changmin’s smiling face.
When that smile fell and the diner went silent, Micky knew something was wrong. He turned around and found himself face to face with the end of a black gun.
Part 5: Scary
Part 3: Curiously
Part 2: Generosity
Part 1: Mystery
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