Teach Me Epilogue
Title: Teach Me Epilogue
Pairing: Yunho/Yoohwan (Changmin/Yoochun, minor Jaejoong/Yoohwan)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to mess around with and make awesome pairings with.
Summary: Yoohwan is so tired of listening to his brother and Changmin fuck. It's just another reminder that he is alone, that his brother doesn't need or want him anymore. He wants someone to hold, someone to kiss, someone to touch. Enter Yunho, the sexy latte boy at Kiss B. But with an overprotective brother, even that relationship is doomed to fail as nothing more than a fuck.
A/N: This fic is a sequel of sorts to the Changmin/Yoochun fic Follow Me but I don't think you need to read that one to read this one.
Warnings: implied past!rape, pedophilia, prostitution, abuse, incest. But none of those things happens in this fic.
Yoohwan is 15, Yunho is 18.
Epiloge:
A/N: This is about 2.5 years after the end of the story. I wanted to write this epilogue just to let Yunho and Yoohwan be happy.
No smut, but I'm attempting to get back into the hang of writing things. I may write a few more small pieces before going back to longer fics.
Yoohwan turned the volume up on his phone, pop music blaring into his ears. It was just enough to drown out the silly girls a few tables over who were talking about clothes. Still much better than attempting to drown out the sound of his hyungs fucking. Apparently, “We’ll be quiet so you can study” actually meant, “We won’t use toys and we’ll move the bed away from the wall while we fuck.”
Good thing he had a nearby place to study, even if Jaejoong didn’t really like him sequestering himself in the corner table surrounded by books. Placement tests sucked.
A round red cup of something foamy settled into his field of vision. Yoohwan looked up to thank Jaejoong and froze, mouth open. Everything silenced, wind rushing through his head. Even the music in his ears was nothing more than a whisper.
Yunho smiled.
Yunho. Jung Yunho. Who Yoohwan had not seen in almost two years.
Yunho reached over and pulled at the wire of his headphones. “Can I sit?”
Yoohwan swallowed back a cough. “Yeah, Fuck. Yes. Hi. Dude. What the fuck?”
Yunho laughed and settled across from him, his own red cup pulled up to his face. He sighed at the first sip of coffee and shut his eyes. “God, Jaejoong’s coffee is good.”
Yoohwan licked his lips and nodded. “Shit. Sorry, hyung.” Yoohwan said and gathered his books and papers into a pile so Yunho had room to put his cup down. “How ... What? When ... When did you get out?”
“Last week?” Yunho pouted and nudged his foot under the table. “You mean, you didn’t have the date circled and waiting in anticipation.”
Yoohwan smiled. “Sorry. School. Exams.”
Yunho laughed. “I’m kidding. But school, that’s new?”
“Jaejoong-hyung got me into an accelerated program to finish high school on time, and now ... well, college placement tests are in two weeks.”
“And here I am causing a distraction.”
Yoohwan shut his eyes. “God, I need one.” He finally dropped his pen, leaned back in the bench and brought the latte up to his face for a sip. Yunho’s legs were close under the table and Yoohwan pressed a little closer. Yunho smiled and their ankles wrapped together.
They hadn’t made each other any promises for the few months before Yunho left for the military, and Yoohwan had dated two or three boys during school. He didn’t know if Yunho had. He’d heard stories about the military. Secrecy, things like that, when it came to gay couples. Maybe he’d ask. Later. He didn’t actually care.
Yunho looked amazing. Obviously stronger, obviously in shape. He wore a regular t-shirt under a blue jacket and dark tight jeans. Short hair. It’d started to grow out a bit, but it wasn’t long like it had been.
“You look insanely good,” Yunho said and licked his lips.
“I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
“How long is your hair now?”
Yoohwan messed with the bun on top of his head, shoving a few shorter strands out of his face. “Almost middle of my back.”
Yunho smiled. “I like it. It suits you, and you look great. You look healthy ... just ... I don’t know. I was always afraid to hurt you, and now you just ... You might be able to take me in a fight.”
Yoohwan bit his lower lip and lifted an eyebrow. “In a fight? I’d much rather roll around with you on a bed.”
Yunho choked on his coffee.
Laughing, Yoohwan took another sip of his latte. “If I could guarantee that my hyungs weren’t home, I think I’d already drag you to my bed, but I study here because they like to fuck.”
Yunho shook his head with a small laugh. “Even with school and two years of growing up, your mouth is dirty.”
“Dirty?” Yoohwan said and swiped a finger over his lower lip. “Is there still come there from when I licked my fingers clean this morning?”
“God, Yoohwannie.”
Yoohwan laughed again and said, “Tell me about the army.”
“It’s the army.”
“And I probably won’t go, so tell me everything.”
“Why won’t you go?”
Yoohwan shrugged. “I have an appeal to be exempted because of my medical condition. Yoochun has already been exempted since he’s my legal guardian now.”
“Wow, you two have been busy.”
“Changmin sort of forced us. He didn’t want us to be tossed back onto the streets if something happened to him, so he helped us get our government documents settled so we are able to be on the apartment lease.”
“Changmin-hyung is really nice.”
“And still won’t let me suck his cock. Such a tragedy.”
Yunho smiled. “I know someone that will. Are you interested?”
Yoohwan smiled back. “Before you left, you were always a little reluctant to let me put my mouth on you. What’s changed?”
Yunho shrugged. “Call it confidence if you will, but I happen to no longer be living at home and no longer hiding that I’m gay. I promised myself after the military that I’d be honest with myself. So I am.”
“Not at home ...” Yoohwan said with a smirk. “Does that mean you have an apartment?”
“Yep. Not much furniture but--”
“A table to fuck me over?” Yoohwan asked.
Yunho laughed. “Nope, but you’re creative. We’ll make due.”
“Hurry up and finish your coffee,” Yoohwan demanded and started shoving his papers and books into his bag. “It’s once again been way too long since have had a really good orgasm and Jaejoong will ban us forever if you end up yanking on my hair while fucking me over this table.”
Yunho stood up and stopped Yoohwan’s frantic movements. His hand was soft on Yoohwan’s cheek and then he was leaning down, right in the middle of the cafe, and their lips touched. Yoohwan whimpered and surged up, hands sliding over his broad shoulders. Yunho’s arms went around his waist, mouth open, tongues touching.
“Dongsaengs!” Jaejoong shouted. “Get out of my cafe.”
Yunho reluctantly pulled away. “Is it worth the risk?” he asked.
“No,” Yoohwan said and shoved him a little bit. “Jaejoong’s coffee is too good.”
“Very true. Let’s get out of here.”
Yoohwan nodded, but pulled Yunho back down for another kiss.
“Dongsaengs,” Jaejoong said again, voice warning.
“All right, all right,” Yoohwan said and finished gathering up his things. Yunho picked up his bag to carry it and then held out his hand.
With a huge smile, Yoohwan took his hand, lacing their fingers together, and followed Yunho through the cafe.
“We’re going,” Yoohwan said, meeting Jaejoong’s eyes.
“Soon to be coming,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong’s smile widened, and he laughed and said, “Yoohwan, take the day off tomorrow. I have a feeling you’re going to be studying all night long.”
Yoohwan licked his lips and said, “Thanks, hyung. Call Changmin-hyung for me?”
Outside the cafe, Yunho’s arm went around Yoohwan’s shoulders, pulling him close, lips against his forehead for a moment. It was so easy to put his arm around Yunho’s waist, leaned against his shoulder. It was very difficult to do anything but smile. Well, smile and think of all the delicious ways he was going to show Yunho how much he missed him.
Part 5: Aware
Part 4: Aroused
Part 3: Awake
Part 2: Alone
Part 1: Asleep
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Pairing: Yunho/Yoohwan (Changmin/Yoochun, minor Jaejoong/Yoohwan)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They are only mine to mess around with and make awesome pairings with.
Summary: Yoohwan is so tired of listening to his brother and Changmin fuck. It's just another reminder that he is alone, that his brother doesn't need or want him anymore. He wants someone to hold, someone to kiss, someone to touch. Enter Yunho, the sexy latte boy at Kiss B. But with an overprotective brother, even that relationship is doomed to fail as nothing more than a fuck.
A/N: This fic is a sequel of sorts to the Changmin/Yoochun fic Follow Me but I don't think you need to read that one to read this one.
Warnings: implied past!rape, pedophilia, prostitution, abuse, incest. But none of those things happens in this fic.
Yoohwan is 15, Yunho is 18.
Epiloge:
A/N: This is about 2.5 years after the end of the story. I wanted to write this epilogue just to let Yunho and Yoohwan be happy.
No smut, but I'm attempting to get back into the hang of writing things. I may write a few more small pieces before going back to longer fics.
Yoohwan turned the volume up on his phone, pop music blaring into his ears. It was just enough to drown out the silly girls a few tables over who were talking about clothes. Still much better than attempting to drown out the sound of his hyungs fucking. Apparently, “We’ll be quiet so you can study” actually meant, “We won’t use toys and we’ll move the bed away from the wall while we fuck.”
Good thing he had a nearby place to study, even if Jaejoong didn’t really like him sequestering himself in the corner table surrounded by books. Placement tests sucked.
A round red cup of something foamy settled into his field of vision. Yoohwan looked up to thank Jaejoong and froze, mouth open. Everything silenced, wind rushing through his head. Even the music in his ears was nothing more than a whisper.
Yunho smiled.
Yunho. Jung Yunho. Who Yoohwan had not seen in almost two years.
Yunho reached over and pulled at the wire of his headphones. “Can I sit?”
Yoohwan swallowed back a cough. “Yeah, Fuck. Yes. Hi. Dude. What the fuck?”
Yunho laughed and settled across from him, his own red cup pulled up to his face. He sighed at the first sip of coffee and shut his eyes. “God, Jaejoong’s coffee is good.”
Yoohwan licked his lips and nodded. “Shit. Sorry, hyung.” Yoohwan said and gathered his books and papers into a pile so Yunho had room to put his cup down. “How ... What? When ... When did you get out?”
“Last week?” Yunho pouted and nudged his foot under the table. “You mean, you didn’t have the date circled and waiting in anticipation.”
Yoohwan smiled. “Sorry. School. Exams.”
Yunho laughed. “I’m kidding. But school, that’s new?”
“Jaejoong-hyung got me into an accelerated program to finish high school on time, and now ... well, college placement tests are in two weeks.”
“And here I am causing a distraction.”
Yoohwan shut his eyes. “God, I need one.” He finally dropped his pen, leaned back in the bench and brought the latte up to his face for a sip. Yunho’s legs were close under the table and Yoohwan pressed a little closer. Yunho smiled and their ankles wrapped together.
They hadn’t made each other any promises for the few months before Yunho left for the military, and Yoohwan had dated two or three boys during school. He didn’t know if Yunho had. He’d heard stories about the military. Secrecy, things like that, when it came to gay couples. Maybe he’d ask. Later. He didn’t actually care.
Yunho looked amazing. Obviously stronger, obviously in shape. He wore a regular t-shirt under a blue jacket and dark tight jeans. Short hair. It’d started to grow out a bit, but it wasn’t long like it had been.
“You look insanely good,” Yunho said and licked his lips.
“I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
“How long is your hair now?”
Yoohwan messed with the bun on top of his head, shoving a few shorter strands out of his face. “Almost middle of my back.”
Yunho smiled. “I like it. It suits you, and you look great. You look healthy ... just ... I don’t know. I was always afraid to hurt you, and now you just ... You might be able to take me in a fight.”
Yoohwan bit his lower lip and lifted an eyebrow. “In a fight? I’d much rather roll around with you on a bed.”
Yunho choked on his coffee.
Laughing, Yoohwan took another sip of his latte. “If I could guarantee that my hyungs weren’t home, I think I’d already drag you to my bed, but I study here because they like to fuck.”
Yunho shook his head with a small laugh. “Even with school and two years of growing up, your mouth is dirty.”
“Dirty?” Yoohwan said and swiped a finger over his lower lip. “Is there still come there from when I licked my fingers clean this morning?”
“God, Yoohwannie.”
Yoohwan laughed again and said, “Tell me about the army.”
“It’s the army.”
“And I probably won’t go, so tell me everything.”
“Why won’t you go?”
Yoohwan shrugged. “I have an appeal to be exempted because of my medical condition. Yoochun has already been exempted since he’s my legal guardian now.”
“Wow, you two have been busy.”
“Changmin sort of forced us. He didn’t want us to be tossed back onto the streets if something happened to him, so he helped us get our government documents settled so we are able to be on the apartment lease.”
“Changmin-hyung is really nice.”
“And still won’t let me suck his cock. Such a tragedy.”
Yunho smiled. “I know someone that will. Are you interested?”
Yoohwan smiled back. “Before you left, you were always a little reluctant to let me put my mouth on you. What’s changed?”
Yunho shrugged. “Call it confidence if you will, but I happen to no longer be living at home and no longer hiding that I’m gay. I promised myself after the military that I’d be honest with myself. So I am.”
“Not at home ...” Yoohwan said with a smirk. “Does that mean you have an apartment?”
“Yep. Not much furniture but--”
“A table to fuck me over?” Yoohwan asked.
Yunho laughed. “Nope, but you’re creative. We’ll make due.”
“Hurry up and finish your coffee,” Yoohwan demanded and started shoving his papers and books into his bag. “It’s once again been way too long since have had a really good orgasm and Jaejoong will ban us forever if you end up yanking on my hair while fucking me over this table.”
Yunho stood up and stopped Yoohwan’s frantic movements. His hand was soft on Yoohwan’s cheek and then he was leaning down, right in the middle of the cafe, and their lips touched. Yoohwan whimpered and surged up, hands sliding over his broad shoulders. Yunho’s arms went around his waist, mouth open, tongues touching.
“Dongsaengs!” Jaejoong shouted. “Get out of my cafe.”
Yunho reluctantly pulled away. “Is it worth the risk?” he asked.
“No,” Yoohwan said and shoved him a little bit. “Jaejoong’s coffee is too good.”
“Very true. Let’s get out of here.”
Yoohwan nodded, but pulled Yunho back down for another kiss.
“Dongsaengs,” Jaejoong said again, voice warning.
“All right, all right,” Yoohwan said and finished gathering up his things. Yunho picked up his bag to carry it and then held out his hand.
With a huge smile, Yoohwan took his hand, lacing their fingers together, and followed Yunho through the cafe.
“We’re going,” Yoohwan said, meeting Jaejoong’s eyes.
“Soon to be coming,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong’s smile widened, and he laughed and said, “Yoohwan, take the day off tomorrow. I have a feeling you’re going to be studying all night long.”
Yoohwan licked his lips and said, “Thanks, hyung. Call Changmin-hyung for me?”
Outside the cafe, Yunho’s arm went around Yoohwan’s shoulders, pulling him close, lips against his forehead for a moment. It was so easy to put his arm around Yunho’s waist, leaned against his shoulder. It was very difficult to do anything but smile. Well, smile and think of all the delicious ways he was going to show Yunho how much he missed him.
Part 5: Aware
Part 4: Aroused
Part 3: Awake
Part 2: Alone
Part 1: Asleep
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