wip post #2
more wip
this one is for SUU I'm so sorryyyyyy
Too horny to study
Wednesday, 30th of May 2008, Hongki is 18.
No! Lee Hongki! You're not supposed to fall for the teacher, no matter how dark, sexy, mysterious, sleepy-eyed, handsome, and attractive they were, and especially if they were Choi Jong-fucking-Hun. No way in hell you're letting your ass get screwed by that piece of-sexy ice cream, yum.
I get distracted by the top of someone sitting before me. This psycho called Song Seunghyun, who liked to wear his hair in a palm tree resembling high tower. The heck was wrong with people in my class? Aside from Song Seunghyun's hair fiascos every two days, there was the preppy teacher pet, Lee fucking Jaejin who I loathed. Why? Because every time I got summoned to the Teachers' Lounge because of my totally awesome nails or my gorgeous hair, I could see him sitting there next to Mr. Choi, doing some sort of errand. I just loathed the goat-resembling dick face, I wanted to choke him so bad, fucking semen squirted out of his eyes because that's all he has in him, fucking twit. Besides Jaejin, I didn’t associate myself with many others, oh, almost forgot the weirdo Choi Minhwan. He was weird because he hung out with Seunghyun and anyone in their right mind would not do that, since the latter was a freak show. I didn’t notice much about Minhwan’s shenanigan but I heard he’s pretty violent. I hate violent guys, although I might seem like one with my temper, but I am actually too gay to actually hit anyone seriously. Flirtatiously though was a sure bet! I enjoyed batting my eyes and being a total queer. Speaking of people I want to bat my eyelashes and pout my lips for-CHOI JONGHUN.
Choi Jonghun, the Spanish teacher-yes! Imagine my shock at seeing that model-like beauty teaching that ridiculous subject. I felt like throwing him my panties and just let him fuck me to a desk, not that I have panties or anything, but that wasn't the entire problem with the knight of my very repetitive wet dreams Mr. Choi Jonghun.
Jonghun was also subbing into our Home Economics; Ms. Suzy had to leave school for a maternity leave for an entire month so we were stuck with Chef Choi Jonghun, who just knew that my favorite thing on the world was Sushi. But what people didn't know was that I could not eat Sushi, not when I was watching my weight. I am a boxer, you see, a very good one, mind you. I am currently in the 130 pounds category and last time I got onto the scale, the scale’s numbers were dangerously leaning to the 130.5 numbers. I felt worried that week, I didn't eat a single thing and I even made it a habit to brush my teeth during the day whenever I got hungry. It was insane really...
On the other topic of Things to Turn Poor Lee Hongki Absolutely Insane, there was Choi Jonghun's mustache. Now, I am not some teenage girl who is obsessed with facial hair but when the sight of those smooth black hairs on top of full dark red lips, I just got a craving. Something dangerous, in the pit of my stomach just begged me to jump him and ram my genitals on his mouth until he just took it in his mouth, I can see myself mewling like a lewd bitch. Those thoughts usually came to me suddenly in the middle of class, wherein Mr. Too-Handsome-To-Function would glance at me; the light of a perfect morning shined on his face, glistered on the dip of his sweaty chin and blinded me in Jonghun's eyes. I swallow, hard, because I am sure my heart is settled in my throat, why wouldn't it be, when those piercing dark eyes (everyone thinks they are black but they are not, they are deep brown, chocolate even if you are a total fat-ass who likes to put colors with food) dipped my heart in a bowl of sauce and ate it with appetite bigger than a fat girl's ass.
So on, to protect my perfect penis from being eaten by big evil teachers, I intended on focusing on school for a change, a big change. Any distractions were appreciated really, although I knew that no matter how many times I averted my eyes, those eyes stayed on me, as if he saw into the deep dirty pit that was my brain. In my head, we are kissing times, his soft facial hair ticklish on my cheeks, making me high with happiness but on other times, I am lying on my back, with him on top, I can't see where that leads but I just feel amazing as insane heat engulf my dick.
By the end of the school day, I'd feel insanely attracted, with my delusional brain telling me heavily that he is staring back. It all but ceases my obsession with my teacher. If you think of it really well, it's really disgusting because he must be thirty years old plus and I just turned nineteen. It won't be illegal but it will raise exclamations. Plus, teacher and student relationships are not accepted in any way, and being gay would triple the trouble. So, I try to drop it, because I'm in my senior year and I don't need any distractions.
Wednesday and Thursday, 30th and 31st of May 2008 Jonghun is 25.
I am a lone guy. I am not that popular with the ladies so I'd return to an empty apartment. The smell of my breakfast lingered, so it aroused my appetite for some late dinner. It's almost nine and I stayed back in school correcting some papers. I am far from finished too. I'm old and tired but that doesn't take away life's simple treats. Cooking, is one of them, so I shed away my heavy jacket and roll up my sleeves. Thirteen minutes later, I am scooping some rice into a bowl and I stop.
"Oh shit, I cooked for two..." I scowl into the bowl but shrug it. I will save it for tomorrow.
The side dish is some marinated chicken, it was boiled but it is still very delicious thanks to the cooked vegetables in olive oil. I sit down and start emptying my plate very slowly.
I am in bed by twelve. I have no idea what took so much time? As usual, after dinner, I showered, dried my hair, put on a pair of reading glasses (which means I took off the contact lenses), and in my most comfortable pajamas pair, I began to grade a whole new batch of essays. Since I have taken over Ms. Suzy's class, I now have to put my head into a new recipe for next week's assignment. I rubbed my eyes tiredly, it took me another hour or so... until it rang midnight and I decided to take a break.
The life of a Spanish teacher was sure a very busy one... A chuckle escaped my lips at the thought. I could use a smoke but I have decided to quit and I've been three months without the dangerous skinny friend. Lately, there has been a reason of further vexation, a specific boy in my classes. He's not scrawny really, but I can't help but call him a young boy. He's got the short brown hair, so light and bright it attracted my attention since day one (which wasn't long since September the previous year). He had the usual pair of questioning and doubting eyes, but somehow, they turned warm and dangerously attractive when they landed him me these days. Hazel and brown, very warm were his eyes. His entire face didn't belong to a youngster, he somehow had a distant look into his face and whenever I caught him outside of class, he'd hang alone. Somehow, it reminded me of myself back in my days. For young Hongki, though, I couldn't see what was wrong? Was it the troublemaking rumors? I've heard them, since teachers can be so gossipy when nothing was to do in the lounge. I've heard he got into trouble a lot, for his nails, and for coloring his hair. I heard stories about his red hair in middle school and that brought me some laughter. Well, he definitely has the fair skin; it would match a flaring crimson mess of hair perfectly. The thoughts of Lee Hongki usually got me reeling. He was an attractive young boy which didn't really settle well in my stomach.
Even now, nestled warmly in bed, I found the mention of him uncomfortable. But not in a strange way, but in a, "Ah, I really wish to know what goes around in his mind" way... Curiosity... Maybe…
To that, I zoned out, I really needed a good night’s sleep but somehow, instead of bringing comfort, those eyes haunted my dream, which was a mix of very warm sensations, a bedroom I did not recognize and those eyes. I didn’t deem it inappropriate until the moment I woke up; I had panted and was sweating. Although it was late May, I didn’t expect my room to be so suffocating… Until I saw my boner and I could not believe I got a boner out of such a hazy dream. The mysteriousness of the dream itself seemed tempting, in a very nice sexy way.
Instead of handling it the natural way, I pronounce its death with a cold shower and vivid thought of my neighbor’s dangling penis. To addition to killing my arousal, my mouth gets awfully dry and in need for any sort of comfort. I cook quickly, my breakfast is-again-cooked for two and so I wrap the rest and take it with me. I didn’t feel embarrassed when I eat it hours later; the entire facility knows that I am keen on cooking even when my hands are free of wedding bands. But that is not the only reason I pause through picking a very yellow egg omelet… it’s the fact that Lee Hongki is staring at me. I accidentally forgot to wear my contact lenses, but I am sure my glasses are not failing me-when they oh-so-amazingly supported my poor eyesight through five years before I could afford the little transparent lenses. I hated to look back at him but I could not help myself. It took me three looks to realize that he was not looking at me directly, sure he stole couple of glances at my head, and my shirt but then his eyes focused on my lunch box. Instead of being normally disturbed of having my food aimed at by someone else, I felt happy and a bit unhappy. Strange thing, this entire being old dilemma was very weird sometimes not even I could handle it correctly. But right now, I had to figure out my emotions. Firstly, I am glad my breakfast-turned-lunch looks tempting but… Secondly, I am worried that poor young Lee Hongki was getting any nutrition at all. He looked actually scrawnier than last month, and it’s has not been long. Maybe because I always noticed him in class, but today, under the florescent light of the Teacher’s lounge, I could see his somehow hollow cheeks, and the black rings under his eyes. Speaking of his eyes, they locked with mine and a shudder was barely controlled in me. Suddenly, my lunch looked less appetizing than Lee Hongki’s two very seemingly yummy eyes.
Nothing wrong seemed with my train of thoughts until a colleague of mine decided to address Hongki rather spitefully. He began the usual scolding about Hongki’s late attendance, his shabby attire, and last, his lack of concentration in class. Hongki’s attention was a big indication that he really did not care for either teacher or subject he taught, his eyes unfocused and seemed a tad dazed. Actually, they seemed too unfocused, and as if he could sense it, Jonghun could not sit in his seat and he hurried to that specific teacher’s side.
“What’s going on, Mr. Kim?” although I had a policy of not interfering, he could not, not now. Said teacher’s face switched from upset to exhaustion when I showed up. Hongki on the other side seemed to be the opposite, his bored expression cleared and he stared at my face for the longest minute that I had to stand there listening to Mr. Kim’s whining about Hongki.
“Well, that seems very strange; Hongki is usually attentive in my class.” Mr. Kim threw a hard look at Hongki, as if offended by my words, but it was clear Mr. Kim did not care the least about having the students enjoy his boring science class. “Listen, why don’t I take care of this today and you can get your rest?” Mr. Kim smiled and nodded, it seemed like he really needed a break.
Turning to Hongki, I now could hand him my attention on a silver plate. I told him to wait outside for a second and he did that while I grabbed my half eaten lunch. He looked puzzled when I came out of the lounge holding my lunch but he didn’t talk much, it seemed like staring at me was enough to him-and it gave me shudders that were hard to handle.
We walked away from the noisy building, and the hot summer’s sun met us warmly. Since I really wanted to have a conversation with Hongki, I acquitted to the heat, I hoped he did the same thing. We sat down before I began to talk.
“So, do you have anything on your mind?” I casually asked, although I felt his eyes on me, I stared at the bushes, green and pink seemed to glow healthily thanks to the school’s gardening staff.
“No, why would you ask that?” once I heard his answer, I knew he was bluffing. He looked about the same as any other student but once you take a close look, you could see worry mark his face, making his boyish face almost adult-like. I wonder if he had any big concerns on his mind. I also noticed how he tensely crossed his feet; he must be very uncomfortable with teachers. I gave a loud sigh but then tried not to be very disappointed with my bad skills in getting words out of my students.
“Good for you. Have some of this,” I didn’t feel like digging harder, not today, so I shared my lunch. Although he looked hungry, he refused me with his blank face. He must really feel uncomfortable with me now… he might think I’m some weirdo, offering food to him… he might even dislike me, I dreaded that last thought so I couldn’t help myself and asked: “What? Do you not like egg omelets?”
Hongki laughed.
Thursday, 31st of May 2008, Hongki is 18.
He is sharing his lunch when all I want from him is his lips, those eyes, that nose, the neat mustache and the pair of lips… What could be so tempting about Choi Jonghun besides those things? The warmth in his eyes, which to my surprise were hidden behind a pair of black rimmed specs, totally normal looking, but somehow, they hid the usual bare emotions in those eyes, giving them a hint of mysteriousness that drugged me the second I stepped into the teacher’s lounge.
I was a bit taken back by the lack of Jaejin but it was a very nice surprise. But bothered by my hunger for actual food-and not Choi Jonghun’s mouth-I kept staring at his delicious looking food. Now I understand why he is taking over the Home Economics class, he is not just a nice piece of ass; he actually is a good cook. I am not that close with the teachers but I have my sources of gossip and I knew that Jonghun had no wife-the lack of wedding ring, and no girlfriend.
Until Mr. Kim decided to mess with my morning, as if I looked like I had all the time on my mind to worry about stupid Science. I knew I had the worst attitude in class but that gives him no right to just ruin my mood plum! Until my hero in specs showed up and I felt like being swept off my feet by Superman. I just could not wait for the time I was allowed to pull his shirt apart, and I sure hope he is not wearing anything underneath.
When we stepped out of the room, I felt a nice pang in my heart, I just hoped we would not stay in the noisy hall for long and we did just that. I could barely hold my happiness but obviously, being an awesome actor was a talent I was born with so my face gave away nothing-a fact I made sure of as we went pass some windows of classes, my reflection looked poised and just tired, which was not a lie. Although I was ecstatic walking side by side with my hot and sexy crush, I was still exhausted. I was thankful we got to sit somewhere, I could not stand for long and that jerk face Kim made me wait for him while he chatted stupidly with some new teacher for fifteen minutes. Although the recess was long, I didn’t want to be forced to invest time standing aimlessly in a room full of people I hated-with the definite exception of Choi Jonghun.
Who, at the moment, was asking me about what I had in mine. You, you’re on my mind. I am thinking of you, naked, in my bed-or yours, whichever worked best for my ass. “No,” I spoke quickly, because the ideas in my mind began to blossom too quickly for my liking, I crossed my feet. I also added: “Why would you ask that?” to seem like I hated having teachers asking me about what went around in my teenage disgusting and porn infested brain.
He gave up too quickly for my mind; I wish he prodded an answer out, so I can finally cry out like a thirteen year old fan: “I have been thinking of us, kissing, touching, and making babies, teach.”
Instead, he offered me his food. I felt awe-struck. I feared he might lose interest and I took too much time trying to assemble an answer that did not sound like I was totally in love with him but then all I could do was stare. He got the cue and asked the cutest thing ever, concern was all over his face and instead of his real age, he looked like a twenty year old mother. “What? Do you not like egg omelets?”
I could not help it, I laughed.
“You really must think I’m a big fool!” he spoke too quickly and I couldn’t help but laugh more. His face was flushed although he was naturally fair skinned, it seemed like the summer took its toll on him, he turned bright red which mixed with the tan he’s gained in the last weeks and I felt like staring at him forever.
I didn’t care I sounded off lovey-dovey, I just wanted to ease his troubled frowning eyebrows: “I love egg omelets.” To my comfort, it did the same effect I wished for. His face cleared of its frown and he even smiled, the flustered embarrassment turned into a beautiful blush that he didn’t seem so much aware of how beautiful it made him look. Ugh, I really needed help on this entire ‘he’s too gorgeous to exist, let me have his babies’ idea I have in mind.
“Thank god. Well then, dig in,” he offered again.
No, you first, please. I could not keep the inner queer in me-a big portion of me, matter of fact-from making my life a bit more difficult with the sexual innuendoes. To shut most of the noises going on in my head, I forgot all about my weight and rewarded myself with a big bite of Jonghun’s rice, some of the chicken and those eggs. I barely held down the moans. It was simply delicious, and so what if my judgment was impaired? I had not eaten in a week and I had the most terrible crush on this guy, so I figured I’d over-react and act in love with his cooking.
“Yummmmm, this is really delicious!!!” I exclaimed. My reaction was natural because really, I’m a fat-ass and this was really delicious. I hated myself for being so lame but I couldn’t help but say it again, “It’s really, really delicious.”
Jonghun didn’t seem bothered by my very small vocabulary and just smiled sweetly. I felt like tasting him and calling him really delicious.
The quiet continued except for the noise of me eating away his lunch. I didn’t even remember where I was when I wolfed down the delicious food, I was terribly famished and all kind of attraction I had for Mr. hot mustache doubled. I felt an ache spread in me, an ache that would not be filled with food and as I sat there holding the chopsticks in my hand and the empty lunch box in another, I felt horrible.
“Oh! Where are my manners, I will go get you a drink,” he said hurriedly with a hint of laugh in his voice. However, before I let him go find the vending machine in the other building, my blasted hand dropped the lunch box and the chopsticks as well and grabbed him by the face. I cared less about being in school, being Lee Hongki the student, or the 19 year old, or him being Choi Jonghun the teacher-the very, very, hot and excellent teacher-and also being double or even triple my age. All I cared for was my selfish urge; my damn hunger for him and those lips and I wanted to know how that mustache would feel against my cheek. So, basically, I rushed off my feet and grabbed his face with my shaky hands and I kissed him.
My eyes closed long before my lips opened, and I didn’t know how on earth a miracle worked and he kissed me back. Although he pecked me, I could not feel anything magical going on, just the hunger in my heart ramble on for being fed fake food. It’s out of sympathy-he pities you! Half of my brain jumped into the obvious conclusion, the result my body would not take as official and I kept on hugging his warm face in my hands, and I dared to slip my tongue to coax his mouth open. He didn’t reject me, not even then when our tongues were sloppy and hot.
However, a second half of my oh-so-intelligent brain screamed: he’s in love with you too and BECAUSE OF THAT, my entire brain shut down… he loves you too… I used such a forbidden word and even if it was spoken in my head, it was far more dangerous because in my own folds of stupidity, I speak no lies no matter how I over-exhaust facts.
To that, my body reacts, I stop kissing him-the kiss itself could hardly impress anyone when I am furiously trying to eat his mustache than anything, I rested my forehead on his but I don’t pull back, he does. He held me by my wrists, which ached instead of doing the right thing and melting under his warm touch.
No, no, no, no, no, don’t let him do this or you will never get to know how it feels to be in his arms. NO! I suddenly yelled inwardly, I myself did not want to know what kind of trap I can get myself held into just by letting my brain over-think things.
I was trapped in my own dizzying maze that I could not feel much anything but I still saw him; him helping me to sit; he picked up the utensils and rested them on his left while he sat, and finally; he held my hand. My hand felt like it was on fire, I somehow knew what he would say, like a bad play I wrote myself.
“Listen, Hon-he could not say my name, not entirely-hey, what you feel right now… it’s not real. I know you must have real problems, and I would be happier than help you solve them, but… this, you and me, will not work and it’s not about age or positions at the school, it’s because… you’re taking a quick exit from your problem with this solution.”
Finally, my hand burnt far too much for me to let him hold it so lovingly, so… cautiously. I snapped just then and instead of yelling like the true Lee Hongki I am, I nodded, agreeing to what, I don’t know, I just nodded and scurried off that bench. That blasted place, it almost hung on me, making me incapable of walking away but I did just that. I walked away from Choi Jonghun, my teacher, and probably the first person alive to break the heart I had no idea I owned.
For the time being, as I walked, questioning if there was anything worth living for, I believed that time will heal the terrible scars I gained with my own wrong doing.
Thursday, 31st of May 2008, Jonghun is 25.
The seconds following Hongki leaving my side were spent in quietness. Nothing but my heartbeat thrumming in my ear, I remember losing control over my shaky hands; I had to put down the lunch box aside, just to wipe my sweaty palms on my trousers. It seemed that no matter how much I tried, my mouth would not suck in enough air, and I choked on air. I could not blink, my eyes finally felt uncomfortable and like burning so I rubbed them furiously.
Did I just let a student kiss me? Lee Hongki, of all students, kissed me. My lips could recall the texture of those soft lips, plush but thin. I know what I did too, I didn’t stop him from kissing me more, I kissed him back, and I let his innocent tongue in my mouth. It took a miracle to pull back from him, not when Hongki’s sweet breath that smelled of breakfast was blowing on my face. His hands were sweaty but they didn’t shake like my hands did right now. They were confidant. Hongki probably wasn’t being himself, for he performed such a lousy kiss but then everything in him was sure, his hands for sure were the part of him that trusted me and wanted to make me feel less of a victim. But how could he think that I am in anyway a victim when I had the guts to play that “responsible” speech about Hongki’s problems when I, a grown teacher in my late twenties, could not hold back from kissing him back.
I couldn’t help but clutch my pants’ material in my fists. Enraged, and embarrassed. I have hurt a student with my selfishness. I wanted to chase after him, give him the real reason I can’t let his feelings grow, but then the bell rang and it brought me back to my senses. We were still in school, if he had kissed me anywhere else, it would have been a big problem. He might get expelled and I might get fired and my degree ripped from me. I could never be trusted around underage kids anymore. The shock of those ideas settled heavy in my stomach, all I could do was wipe the worry off my face and proceed with the day as if nothing particular happened.
No matter how hard I tried, time was slow and my worry would get heavier with each second passing. What was Hongki thinking? Sure, teenagers had hormones and they drove them mad but that doesn’t mean they could be so haste.
With that, and the worry of hurting Hongki’s feelings, my day went from fine to the worst. I couldn’t wait for the bell. Once that rang, I let the fake smile fall off my face and hurried out of my last class. I didn’t bother drop by the office. All I needed was in his briefcase and that was carried under my arm the entire day except during lunch time. What I had not expected to see though was standing by my car, awaiting, his arms crossed over his chest and his brows furrowed. I knew it would be dangerous to talk now and here. I reasoned. “Hongki, get in.” I opened the car using my remote control and he gave me a hard look, of which I was sure, he was making sure I knew exactly how determined he is. He won’t be running away like he did hours ago, his eyes told me. We got into the car and silently, I drove away.
I didn’t know if I should be heading to my apartment or to drive him to his house. As I exit the school’s grounds, he spoke: “I’m sorry,” his voice was clear.
“I shouldn’t have kissed you. Especially when we were on the school’s grounds,” he continued, the confidence I saw in his eyes reflected in his strong clear voice. I sighed. This was inevitable.
“It’s not entirely your fault, I didn’t stop you,” I began, and from giving him a glance, I noticed his hands clutching in his lap.
“I can’t date a student, or an underage kid.”
“I’m not! I turned 18 last March! I am also graduating in mere months!” as the car took a stop to a red traffic light; I gave him a long look. His face looked flushed and I wanted to ask why. He’s been nothing but loud and clear and direct, why is he flustered now? Is it because I’m looking at him? Did I fluster him?
I continued to stare until the light turned green and I finally let him breathe a little.
3rd point of view
The road seemed to unroll before the car. Both were quiet, as if measuring the time they had before Jonghun asked about Hongki’s address, and Hongki, knew that his house was close by and it would take less than five minutes to get there. He didn’t want to be dropped off. He hoped he’d see Jonghun’s place. A sudden sense of nerves settled deep in his guts. He could not stop the fresh dewy layer of sweat break on his upper lip. He wiped it away, and he wished his nerves would be wiped out as well but Jonghun didn’t seem like he was going to ask anything.
“I did not do it because I was running away from problems,” Hongki began; he had to clear what has been circulating in his head since fourth period. “It isn’t temporary either. I have wanted to do it since… last September,” he added. A sense of relaxation took over his limbs just then, he could breathe.
Jonghun glanced at him once, a look of bewilderment on his chiseled profile. Hongki couldn’t help smiling. He’s admired Jonghun’s face for long times now he memorized those eyes, that nose, those lips, that chin, that scar and the way his mustache was so dark in contrast to his fair skin. Since the summer took its toll, Jonghun’s skin had been darkening, it gave him a healthy aura, and sexily admirable as well. Sensing Hongki’s eyes on him, Jonghun could not help but feel somehow proud. The attention he used to get when he was in Hongki’s age always built his ego until he ended up a teacher and somehow, being charming was a curse of having his students misbehave. He had to shed away his handsome look, grow a mustache, act like an old man, all that to be taken seriously. But there he was, sitting next to a new adult who in a roundabout way confessed. Has his act been faulty? He shouldn’t be attracting admirers, he should be respected. Somehow, this didn’t bug him, it had the obvious effect, and it made him happy.
Before he knew, he had driven over to his house. He knew it was inappropriate and might built false hopes in Hongki’s head but he couldn’t think of anything else. His head was empty, and his body was on auto-pilot. As he parked in, he noticed Hongki’s fists tensing.
“I’m sorry, I should have-”
“I’m glad!” Hongki spoke quickly, breaking any chance of a misunderstanding. “You’ve taken my confession seriously.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and right under Jonghun’s nose; he leaned in and brushed his lips across Jonghun’s mouth. Even at an awkward position, Hongki scotched closer to kiss Jonghun again, this time a deeper and a lengthier kiss.
Jonghun was no virginal girl, struck by shock; he was a grown man who happened to be attracted to the person kissing him. Without hesitation, he unbuckled his seatbelt and let his hand reach over for Hongki’s shoulder. Hongki’s summer uniform was thin and through it, Jonghun’s hands felt the strong shoulder, felt down to Hongki’s growing biceps and down his long forearms, until he grasped his hands in his. He squeezed as Hongki’s tongue licked his lips open. He could not breathe; it’s been a long time since he’s been kissed so furiously, so urgently, so confidently.
Jonghun broke the kiss, for the sake of his lungs and for the sake of the warmth spreading through his clothes. He let his fingers trace Hongki’s arm, taunting and subtle. “Give me a second.”
Mistaking Jonghun’s words for a second kiss Hongki planted another kiss on Jonghun. Although surprising, it was a good surprise. He smiled at Hongki and corrected himself, “A second to breathe. You’re catching me off guard.”
Hongki’s face colored and he went totally quiet. He bit on his lower lip as he watched Jonghun take deep breaths. Jonghun’s face had a pretty blush scattered all over it and his eyes were glazed over. Proud, he tilted his head to the side and kept on watching his favorite teacher gather his wits. Hongki himself was a mess, he panted softly, his lips ached for more so like everything he’s done so far, he plunged his effort into freeing Jonghun’s neck from the restraining clothes, undoing his skinny black tie and unbuttoning his white shirt hurriedly. This time, he did it slower, not in any kind of hurry although Jonghun had other ideas. Jonghun’s hand stopped him from pushing his shirt off his shoulder.
“Why don’t we go at this slow?” his voice soft, Hongki saw through Jonghun’s effort to be caring to his feelings. He felt like a child then, impatient and clueless.
“I’m sorry! It’s just been amazing, to be able to touch you,” he emphasized his gratefulness by stroking Jonghun’s cheek, stubble barely seen were felt by his smooth fingers. He smiled, “to see you this close,” their eyes gazed, “and to kiss you so freely.” Hongki’s lips were chaste and too quick for Jonghun’s liking; he placed a hand on Hongki’s palm and kissed him this time.
‘Whoa, he kissed me, it feels so much better to be kissed rather than kiss, Hongki thought. His mind turned hazy but he could see the foundation of his love blossom, vine like attraction growing as sturdy as rock across his body, embedded his chest with stuffiness and finally flew his mind over to the ninth cloud. He was happy and his eyes reacted to that fact.
Jonghun saw through Hongki’s watery eyes and took the younger man’s hand. “Want to have dinner with me?”
Without waiting for an answer, Jonghun smiled broadly and shortly after setting his attire right, he exited his car. Hongki was close by, wondering just where they would have dinner when it was clearly barely five pm.
so sorry guys i don't know when I'm finishing them
this one is for SUU I'm so sorryyyyyy
Too horny to study
Wednesday, 30th of May 2008, Hongki is 18.
No! Lee Hongki! You're not supposed to fall for the teacher, no matter how dark, sexy, mysterious, sleepy-eyed, handsome, and attractive they were, and especially if they were Choi Jong-fucking-Hun. No way in hell you're letting your ass get screwed by that piece of-sexy ice cream, yum.
I get distracted by the top of someone sitting before me. This psycho called Song Seunghyun, who liked to wear his hair in a palm tree resembling high tower. The heck was wrong with people in my class? Aside from Song Seunghyun's hair fiascos every two days, there was the preppy teacher pet, Lee fucking Jaejin who I loathed. Why? Because every time I got summoned to the Teachers' Lounge because of my totally awesome nails or my gorgeous hair, I could see him sitting there next to Mr. Choi, doing some sort of errand. I just loathed the goat-resembling dick face, I wanted to choke him so bad, fucking semen squirted out of his eyes because that's all he has in him, fucking twit. Besides Jaejin, I didn’t associate myself with many others, oh, almost forgot the weirdo Choi Minhwan. He was weird because he hung out with Seunghyun and anyone in their right mind would not do that, since the latter was a freak show. I didn’t notice much about Minhwan’s shenanigan but I heard he’s pretty violent. I hate violent guys, although I might seem like one with my temper, but I am actually too gay to actually hit anyone seriously. Flirtatiously though was a sure bet! I enjoyed batting my eyes and being a total queer. Speaking of people I want to bat my eyelashes and pout my lips for-CHOI JONGHUN.
Choi Jonghun, the Spanish teacher-yes! Imagine my shock at seeing that model-like beauty teaching that ridiculous subject. I felt like throwing him my panties and just let him fuck me to a desk, not that I have panties or anything, but that wasn't the entire problem with the knight of my very repetitive wet dreams Mr. Choi Jonghun.
Jonghun was also subbing into our Home Economics; Ms. Suzy had to leave school for a maternity leave for an entire month so we were stuck with Chef Choi Jonghun, who just knew that my favorite thing on the world was Sushi. But what people didn't know was that I could not eat Sushi, not when I was watching my weight. I am a boxer, you see, a very good one, mind you. I am currently in the 130 pounds category and last time I got onto the scale, the scale’s numbers were dangerously leaning to the 130.5 numbers. I felt worried that week, I didn't eat a single thing and I even made it a habit to brush my teeth during the day whenever I got hungry. It was insane really...
On the other topic of Things to Turn Poor Lee Hongki Absolutely Insane, there was Choi Jonghun's mustache. Now, I am not some teenage girl who is obsessed with facial hair but when the sight of those smooth black hairs on top of full dark red lips, I just got a craving. Something dangerous, in the pit of my stomach just begged me to jump him and ram my genitals on his mouth until he just took it in his mouth, I can see myself mewling like a lewd bitch. Those thoughts usually came to me suddenly in the middle of class, wherein Mr. Too-Handsome-To-Function would glance at me; the light of a perfect morning shined on his face, glistered on the dip of his sweaty chin and blinded me in Jonghun's eyes. I swallow, hard, because I am sure my heart is settled in my throat, why wouldn't it be, when those piercing dark eyes (everyone thinks they are black but they are not, they are deep brown, chocolate even if you are a total fat-ass who likes to put colors with food) dipped my heart in a bowl of sauce and ate it with appetite bigger than a fat girl's ass.
So on, to protect my perfect penis from being eaten by big evil teachers, I intended on focusing on school for a change, a big change. Any distractions were appreciated really, although I knew that no matter how many times I averted my eyes, those eyes stayed on me, as if he saw into the deep dirty pit that was my brain. In my head, we are kissing times, his soft facial hair ticklish on my cheeks, making me high with happiness but on other times, I am lying on my back, with him on top, I can't see where that leads but I just feel amazing as insane heat engulf my dick.
By the end of the school day, I'd feel insanely attracted, with my delusional brain telling me heavily that he is staring back. It all but ceases my obsession with my teacher. If you think of it really well, it's really disgusting because he must be thirty years old plus and I just turned nineteen. It won't be illegal but it will raise exclamations. Plus, teacher and student relationships are not accepted in any way, and being gay would triple the trouble. So, I try to drop it, because I'm in my senior year and I don't need any distractions.
Wednesday and Thursday, 30th and 31st of May 2008 Jonghun is 25.
I am a lone guy. I am not that popular with the ladies so I'd return to an empty apartment. The smell of my breakfast lingered, so it aroused my appetite for some late dinner. It's almost nine and I stayed back in school correcting some papers. I am far from finished too. I'm old and tired but that doesn't take away life's simple treats. Cooking, is one of them, so I shed away my heavy jacket and roll up my sleeves. Thirteen minutes later, I am scooping some rice into a bowl and I stop.
"Oh shit, I cooked for two..." I scowl into the bowl but shrug it. I will save it for tomorrow.
The side dish is some marinated chicken, it was boiled but it is still very delicious thanks to the cooked vegetables in olive oil. I sit down and start emptying my plate very slowly.
I am in bed by twelve. I have no idea what took so much time? As usual, after dinner, I showered, dried my hair, put on a pair of reading glasses (which means I took off the contact lenses), and in my most comfortable pajamas pair, I began to grade a whole new batch of essays. Since I have taken over Ms. Suzy's class, I now have to put my head into a new recipe for next week's assignment. I rubbed my eyes tiredly, it took me another hour or so... until it rang midnight and I decided to take a break.
The life of a Spanish teacher was sure a very busy one... A chuckle escaped my lips at the thought. I could use a smoke but I have decided to quit and I've been three months without the dangerous skinny friend. Lately, there has been a reason of further vexation, a specific boy in my classes. He's not scrawny really, but I can't help but call him a young boy. He's got the short brown hair, so light and bright it attracted my attention since day one (which wasn't long since September the previous year). He had the usual pair of questioning and doubting eyes, but somehow, they turned warm and dangerously attractive when they landed him me these days. Hazel and brown, very warm were his eyes. His entire face didn't belong to a youngster, he somehow had a distant look into his face and whenever I caught him outside of class, he'd hang alone. Somehow, it reminded me of myself back in my days. For young Hongki, though, I couldn't see what was wrong? Was it the troublemaking rumors? I've heard them, since teachers can be so gossipy when nothing was to do in the lounge. I've heard he got into trouble a lot, for his nails, and for coloring his hair. I heard stories about his red hair in middle school and that brought me some laughter. Well, he definitely has the fair skin; it would match a flaring crimson mess of hair perfectly. The thoughts of Lee Hongki usually got me reeling. He was an attractive young boy which didn't really settle well in my stomach.
Even now, nestled warmly in bed, I found the mention of him uncomfortable. But not in a strange way, but in a, "Ah, I really wish to know what goes around in his mind" way... Curiosity... Maybe…
To that, I zoned out, I really needed a good night’s sleep but somehow, instead of bringing comfort, those eyes haunted my dream, which was a mix of very warm sensations, a bedroom I did not recognize and those eyes. I didn’t deem it inappropriate until the moment I woke up; I had panted and was sweating. Although it was late May, I didn’t expect my room to be so suffocating… Until I saw my boner and I could not believe I got a boner out of such a hazy dream. The mysteriousness of the dream itself seemed tempting, in a very nice sexy way.
Instead of handling it the natural way, I pronounce its death with a cold shower and vivid thought of my neighbor’s dangling penis. To addition to killing my arousal, my mouth gets awfully dry and in need for any sort of comfort. I cook quickly, my breakfast is-again-cooked for two and so I wrap the rest and take it with me. I didn’t feel embarrassed when I eat it hours later; the entire facility knows that I am keen on cooking even when my hands are free of wedding bands. But that is not the only reason I pause through picking a very yellow egg omelet… it’s the fact that Lee Hongki is staring at me. I accidentally forgot to wear my contact lenses, but I am sure my glasses are not failing me-when they oh-so-amazingly supported my poor eyesight through five years before I could afford the little transparent lenses. I hated to look back at him but I could not help myself. It took me three looks to realize that he was not looking at me directly, sure he stole couple of glances at my head, and my shirt but then his eyes focused on my lunch box. Instead of being normally disturbed of having my food aimed at by someone else, I felt happy and a bit unhappy. Strange thing, this entire being old dilemma was very weird sometimes not even I could handle it correctly. But right now, I had to figure out my emotions. Firstly, I am glad my breakfast-turned-lunch looks tempting but… Secondly, I am worried that poor young Lee Hongki was getting any nutrition at all. He looked actually scrawnier than last month, and it’s has not been long. Maybe because I always noticed him in class, but today, under the florescent light of the Teacher’s lounge, I could see his somehow hollow cheeks, and the black rings under his eyes. Speaking of his eyes, they locked with mine and a shudder was barely controlled in me. Suddenly, my lunch looked less appetizing than Lee Hongki’s two very seemingly yummy eyes.
Nothing wrong seemed with my train of thoughts until a colleague of mine decided to address Hongki rather spitefully. He began the usual scolding about Hongki’s late attendance, his shabby attire, and last, his lack of concentration in class. Hongki’s attention was a big indication that he really did not care for either teacher or subject he taught, his eyes unfocused and seemed a tad dazed. Actually, they seemed too unfocused, and as if he could sense it, Jonghun could not sit in his seat and he hurried to that specific teacher’s side.
“What’s going on, Mr. Kim?” although I had a policy of not interfering, he could not, not now. Said teacher’s face switched from upset to exhaustion when I showed up. Hongki on the other side seemed to be the opposite, his bored expression cleared and he stared at my face for the longest minute that I had to stand there listening to Mr. Kim’s whining about Hongki.
“Well, that seems very strange; Hongki is usually attentive in my class.” Mr. Kim threw a hard look at Hongki, as if offended by my words, but it was clear Mr. Kim did not care the least about having the students enjoy his boring science class. “Listen, why don’t I take care of this today and you can get your rest?” Mr. Kim smiled and nodded, it seemed like he really needed a break.
Turning to Hongki, I now could hand him my attention on a silver plate. I told him to wait outside for a second and he did that while I grabbed my half eaten lunch. He looked puzzled when I came out of the lounge holding my lunch but he didn’t talk much, it seemed like staring at me was enough to him-and it gave me shudders that were hard to handle.
We walked away from the noisy building, and the hot summer’s sun met us warmly. Since I really wanted to have a conversation with Hongki, I acquitted to the heat, I hoped he did the same thing. We sat down before I began to talk.
“So, do you have anything on your mind?” I casually asked, although I felt his eyes on me, I stared at the bushes, green and pink seemed to glow healthily thanks to the school’s gardening staff.
“No, why would you ask that?” once I heard his answer, I knew he was bluffing. He looked about the same as any other student but once you take a close look, you could see worry mark his face, making his boyish face almost adult-like. I wonder if he had any big concerns on his mind. I also noticed how he tensely crossed his feet; he must be very uncomfortable with teachers. I gave a loud sigh but then tried not to be very disappointed with my bad skills in getting words out of my students.
“Good for you. Have some of this,” I didn’t feel like digging harder, not today, so I shared my lunch. Although he looked hungry, he refused me with his blank face. He must really feel uncomfortable with me now… he might think I’m some weirdo, offering food to him… he might even dislike me, I dreaded that last thought so I couldn’t help myself and asked: “What? Do you not like egg omelets?”
Hongki laughed.
Thursday, 31st of May 2008, Hongki is 18.
He is sharing his lunch when all I want from him is his lips, those eyes, that nose, the neat mustache and the pair of lips… What could be so tempting about Choi Jonghun besides those things? The warmth in his eyes, which to my surprise were hidden behind a pair of black rimmed specs, totally normal looking, but somehow, they hid the usual bare emotions in those eyes, giving them a hint of mysteriousness that drugged me the second I stepped into the teacher’s lounge.
I was a bit taken back by the lack of Jaejin but it was a very nice surprise. But bothered by my hunger for actual food-and not Choi Jonghun’s mouth-I kept staring at his delicious looking food. Now I understand why he is taking over the Home Economics class, he is not just a nice piece of ass; he actually is a good cook. I am not that close with the teachers but I have my sources of gossip and I knew that Jonghun had no wife-the lack of wedding ring, and no girlfriend.
Until Mr. Kim decided to mess with my morning, as if I looked like I had all the time on my mind to worry about stupid Science. I knew I had the worst attitude in class but that gives him no right to just ruin my mood plum! Until my hero in specs showed up and I felt like being swept off my feet by Superman. I just could not wait for the time I was allowed to pull his shirt apart, and I sure hope he is not wearing anything underneath.
When we stepped out of the room, I felt a nice pang in my heart, I just hoped we would not stay in the noisy hall for long and we did just that. I could barely hold my happiness but obviously, being an awesome actor was a talent I was born with so my face gave away nothing-a fact I made sure of as we went pass some windows of classes, my reflection looked poised and just tired, which was not a lie. Although I was ecstatic walking side by side with my hot and sexy crush, I was still exhausted. I was thankful we got to sit somewhere, I could not stand for long and that jerk face Kim made me wait for him while he chatted stupidly with some new teacher for fifteen minutes. Although the recess was long, I didn’t want to be forced to invest time standing aimlessly in a room full of people I hated-with the definite exception of Choi Jonghun.
Who, at the moment, was asking me about what I had in mine. You, you’re on my mind. I am thinking of you, naked, in my bed-or yours, whichever worked best for my ass. “No,” I spoke quickly, because the ideas in my mind began to blossom too quickly for my liking, I crossed my feet. I also added: “Why would you ask that?” to seem like I hated having teachers asking me about what went around in my teenage disgusting and porn infested brain.
He gave up too quickly for my mind; I wish he prodded an answer out, so I can finally cry out like a thirteen year old fan: “I have been thinking of us, kissing, touching, and making babies, teach.”
Instead, he offered me his food. I felt awe-struck. I feared he might lose interest and I took too much time trying to assemble an answer that did not sound like I was totally in love with him but then all I could do was stare. He got the cue and asked the cutest thing ever, concern was all over his face and instead of his real age, he looked like a twenty year old mother. “What? Do you not like egg omelets?”
I could not help it, I laughed.
“You really must think I’m a big fool!” he spoke too quickly and I couldn’t help but laugh more. His face was flushed although he was naturally fair skinned, it seemed like the summer took its toll on him, he turned bright red which mixed with the tan he’s gained in the last weeks and I felt like staring at him forever.
I didn’t care I sounded off lovey-dovey, I just wanted to ease his troubled frowning eyebrows: “I love egg omelets.” To my comfort, it did the same effect I wished for. His face cleared of its frown and he even smiled, the flustered embarrassment turned into a beautiful blush that he didn’t seem so much aware of how beautiful it made him look. Ugh, I really needed help on this entire ‘he’s too gorgeous to exist, let me have his babies’ idea I have in mind.
“Thank god. Well then, dig in,” he offered again.
No, you first, please. I could not keep the inner queer in me-a big portion of me, matter of fact-from making my life a bit more difficult with the sexual innuendoes. To shut most of the noises going on in my head, I forgot all about my weight and rewarded myself with a big bite of Jonghun’s rice, some of the chicken and those eggs. I barely held down the moans. It was simply delicious, and so what if my judgment was impaired? I had not eaten in a week and I had the most terrible crush on this guy, so I figured I’d over-react and act in love with his cooking.
“Yummmmm, this is really delicious!!!” I exclaimed. My reaction was natural because really, I’m a fat-ass and this was really delicious. I hated myself for being so lame but I couldn’t help but say it again, “It’s really, really delicious.”
Jonghun didn’t seem bothered by my very small vocabulary and just smiled sweetly. I felt like tasting him and calling him really delicious.
The quiet continued except for the noise of me eating away his lunch. I didn’t even remember where I was when I wolfed down the delicious food, I was terribly famished and all kind of attraction I had for Mr. hot mustache doubled. I felt an ache spread in me, an ache that would not be filled with food and as I sat there holding the chopsticks in my hand and the empty lunch box in another, I felt horrible.
“Oh! Where are my manners, I will go get you a drink,” he said hurriedly with a hint of laugh in his voice. However, before I let him go find the vending machine in the other building, my blasted hand dropped the lunch box and the chopsticks as well and grabbed him by the face. I cared less about being in school, being Lee Hongki the student, or the 19 year old, or him being Choi Jonghun the teacher-the very, very, hot and excellent teacher-and also being double or even triple my age. All I cared for was my selfish urge; my damn hunger for him and those lips and I wanted to know how that mustache would feel against my cheek. So, basically, I rushed off my feet and grabbed his face with my shaky hands and I kissed him.
My eyes closed long before my lips opened, and I didn’t know how on earth a miracle worked and he kissed me back. Although he pecked me, I could not feel anything magical going on, just the hunger in my heart ramble on for being fed fake food. It’s out of sympathy-he pities you! Half of my brain jumped into the obvious conclusion, the result my body would not take as official and I kept on hugging his warm face in my hands, and I dared to slip my tongue to coax his mouth open. He didn’t reject me, not even then when our tongues were sloppy and hot.
However, a second half of my oh-so-intelligent brain screamed: he’s in love with you too and BECAUSE OF THAT, my entire brain shut down… he loves you too… I used such a forbidden word and even if it was spoken in my head, it was far more dangerous because in my own folds of stupidity, I speak no lies no matter how I over-exhaust facts.
To that, my body reacts, I stop kissing him-the kiss itself could hardly impress anyone when I am furiously trying to eat his mustache than anything, I rested my forehead on his but I don’t pull back, he does. He held me by my wrists, which ached instead of doing the right thing and melting under his warm touch.
No, no, no, no, no, don’t let him do this or you will never get to know how it feels to be in his arms. NO! I suddenly yelled inwardly, I myself did not want to know what kind of trap I can get myself held into just by letting my brain over-think things.
I was trapped in my own dizzying maze that I could not feel much anything but I still saw him; him helping me to sit; he picked up the utensils and rested them on his left while he sat, and finally; he held my hand. My hand felt like it was on fire, I somehow knew what he would say, like a bad play I wrote myself.
“Listen, Hon-he could not say my name, not entirely-hey, what you feel right now… it’s not real. I know you must have real problems, and I would be happier than help you solve them, but… this, you and me, will not work and it’s not about age or positions at the school, it’s because… you’re taking a quick exit from your problem with this solution.”
Finally, my hand burnt far too much for me to let him hold it so lovingly, so… cautiously. I snapped just then and instead of yelling like the true Lee Hongki I am, I nodded, agreeing to what, I don’t know, I just nodded and scurried off that bench. That blasted place, it almost hung on me, making me incapable of walking away but I did just that. I walked away from Choi Jonghun, my teacher, and probably the first person alive to break the heart I had no idea I owned.
For the time being, as I walked, questioning if there was anything worth living for, I believed that time will heal the terrible scars I gained with my own wrong doing.
Thursday, 31st of May 2008, Jonghun is 25.
The seconds following Hongki leaving my side were spent in quietness. Nothing but my heartbeat thrumming in my ear, I remember losing control over my shaky hands; I had to put down the lunch box aside, just to wipe my sweaty palms on my trousers. It seemed that no matter how much I tried, my mouth would not suck in enough air, and I choked on air. I could not blink, my eyes finally felt uncomfortable and like burning so I rubbed them furiously.
Did I just let a student kiss me? Lee Hongki, of all students, kissed me. My lips could recall the texture of those soft lips, plush but thin. I know what I did too, I didn’t stop him from kissing me more, I kissed him back, and I let his innocent tongue in my mouth. It took a miracle to pull back from him, not when Hongki’s sweet breath that smelled of breakfast was blowing on my face. His hands were sweaty but they didn’t shake like my hands did right now. They were confidant. Hongki probably wasn’t being himself, for he performed such a lousy kiss but then everything in him was sure, his hands for sure were the part of him that trusted me and wanted to make me feel less of a victim. But how could he think that I am in anyway a victim when I had the guts to play that “responsible” speech about Hongki’s problems when I, a grown teacher in my late twenties, could not hold back from kissing him back.
I couldn’t help but clutch my pants’ material in my fists. Enraged, and embarrassed. I have hurt a student with my selfishness. I wanted to chase after him, give him the real reason I can’t let his feelings grow, but then the bell rang and it brought me back to my senses. We were still in school, if he had kissed me anywhere else, it would have been a big problem. He might get expelled and I might get fired and my degree ripped from me. I could never be trusted around underage kids anymore. The shock of those ideas settled heavy in my stomach, all I could do was wipe the worry off my face and proceed with the day as if nothing particular happened.
No matter how hard I tried, time was slow and my worry would get heavier with each second passing. What was Hongki thinking? Sure, teenagers had hormones and they drove them mad but that doesn’t mean they could be so haste.
With that, and the worry of hurting Hongki’s feelings, my day went from fine to the worst. I couldn’t wait for the bell. Once that rang, I let the fake smile fall off my face and hurried out of my last class. I didn’t bother drop by the office. All I needed was in his briefcase and that was carried under my arm the entire day except during lunch time. What I had not expected to see though was standing by my car, awaiting, his arms crossed over his chest and his brows furrowed. I knew it would be dangerous to talk now and here. I reasoned. “Hongki, get in.” I opened the car using my remote control and he gave me a hard look, of which I was sure, he was making sure I knew exactly how determined he is. He won’t be running away like he did hours ago, his eyes told me. We got into the car and silently, I drove away.
I didn’t know if I should be heading to my apartment or to drive him to his house. As I exit the school’s grounds, he spoke: “I’m sorry,” his voice was clear.
“I shouldn’t have kissed you. Especially when we were on the school’s grounds,” he continued, the confidence I saw in his eyes reflected in his strong clear voice. I sighed. This was inevitable.
“It’s not entirely your fault, I didn’t stop you,” I began, and from giving him a glance, I noticed his hands clutching in his lap.
“I can’t date a student, or an underage kid.”
“I’m not! I turned 18 last March! I am also graduating in mere months!” as the car took a stop to a red traffic light; I gave him a long look. His face looked flushed and I wanted to ask why. He’s been nothing but loud and clear and direct, why is he flustered now? Is it because I’m looking at him? Did I fluster him?
I continued to stare until the light turned green and I finally let him breathe a little.
3rd point of view
The road seemed to unroll before the car. Both were quiet, as if measuring the time they had before Jonghun asked about Hongki’s address, and Hongki, knew that his house was close by and it would take less than five minutes to get there. He didn’t want to be dropped off. He hoped he’d see Jonghun’s place. A sudden sense of nerves settled deep in his guts. He could not stop the fresh dewy layer of sweat break on his upper lip. He wiped it away, and he wished his nerves would be wiped out as well but Jonghun didn’t seem like he was going to ask anything.
“I did not do it because I was running away from problems,” Hongki began; he had to clear what has been circulating in his head since fourth period. “It isn’t temporary either. I have wanted to do it since… last September,” he added. A sense of relaxation took over his limbs just then, he could breathe.
Jonghun glanced at him once, a look of bewilderment on his chiseled profile. Hongki couldn’t help smiling. He’s admired Jonghun’s face for long times now he memorized those eyes, that nose, those lips, that chin, that scar and the way his mustache was so dark in contrast to his fair skin. Since the summer took its toll, Jonghun’s skin had been darkening, it gave him a healthy aura, and sexily admirable as well. Sensing Hongki’s eyes on him, Jonghun could not help but feel somehow proud. The attention he used to get when he was in Hongki’s age always built his ego until he ended up a teacher and somehow, being charming was a curse of having his students misbehave. He had to shed away his handsome look, grow a mustache, act like an old man, all that to be taken seriously. But there he was, sitting next to a new adult who in a roundabout way confessed. Has his act been faulty? He shouldn’t be attracting admirers, he should be respected. Somehow, this didn’t bug him, it had the obvious effect, and it made him happy.
Before he knew, he had driven over to his house. He knew it was inappropriate and might built false hopes in Hongki’s head but he couldn’t think of anything else. His head was empty, and his body was on auto-pilot. As he parked in, he noticed Hongki’s fists tensing.
“I’m sorry, I should have-”
“I’m glad!” Hongki spoke quickly, breaking any chance of a misunderstanding. “You’ve taken my confession seriously.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and right under Jonghun’s nose; he leaned in and brushed his lips across Jonghun’s mouth. Even at an awkward position, Hongki scotched closer to kiss Jonghun again, this time a deeper and a lengthier kiss.
Jonghun was no virginal girl, struck by shock; he was a grown man who happened to be attracted to the person kissing him. Without hesitation, he unbuckled his seatbelt and let his hand reach over for Hongki’s shoulder. Hongki’s summer uniform was thin and through it, Jonghun’s hands felt the strong shoulder, felt down to Hongki’s growing biceps and down his long forearms, until he grasped his hands in his. He squeezed as Hongki’s tongue licked his lips open. He could not breathe; it’s been a long time since he’s been kissed so furiously, so urgently, so confidently.
Jonghun broke the kiss, for the sake of his lungs and for the sake of the warmth spreading through his clothes. He let his fingers trace Hongki’s arm, taunting and subtle. “Give me a second.”
Mistaking Jonghun’s words for a second kiss Hongki planted another kiss on Jonghun. Although surprising, it was a good surprise. He smiled at Hongki and corrected himself, “A second to breathe. You’re catching me off guard.”
Hongki’s face colored and he went totally quiet. He bit on his lower lip as he watched Jonghun take deep breaths. Jonghun’s face had a pretty blush scattered all over it and his eyes were glazed over. Proud, he tilted his head to the side and kept on watching his favorite teacher gather his wits. Hongki himself was a mess, he panted softly, his lips ached for more so like everything he’s done so far, he plunged his effort into freeing Jonghun’s neck from the restraining clothes, undoing his skinny black tie and unbuttoning his white shirt hurriedly. This time, he did it slower, not in any kind of hurry although Jonghun had other ideas. Jonghun’s hand stopped him from pushing his shirt off his shoulder.
“Why don’t we go at this slow?” his voice soft, Hongki saw through Jonghun’s effort to be caring to his feelings. He felt like a child then, impatient and clueless.
“I’m sorry! It’s just been amazing, to be able to touch you,” he emphasized his gratefulness by stroking Jonghun’s cheek, stubble barely seen were felt by his smooth fingers. He smiled, “to see you this close,” their eyes gazed, “and to kiss you so freely.” Hongki’s lips were chaste and too quick for Jonghun’s liking; he placed a hand on Hongki’s palm and kissed him this time.
‘Whoa, he kissed me, it feels so much better to be kissed rather than kiss, Hongki thought. His mind turned hazy but he could see the foundation of his love blossom, vine like attraction growing as sturdy as rock across his body, embedded his chest with stuffiness and finally flew his mind over to the ninth cloud. He was happy and his eyes reacted to that fact.
Jonghun saw through Hongki’s watery eyes and took the younger man’s hand. “Want to have dinner with me?”
Without waiting for an answer, Jonghun smiled broadly and shortly after setting his attire right, he exited his car. Hongki was close by, wondering just where they would have dinner when it was clearly barely five pm.
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