That was the First Time
Title: That was the First Time
Pairing: Cheondoong/Joon/Mir
Rating: PG
Written for: noteinabottle
A/N: the request was for this threesome with the prompt "first times". the obvious was sexual first times so i tried for something a little less...cliche. hahaha. not to say this fic isn't horribly cliche. anyway, i hope you like it! also, thanks to the nano boards for their adoptables because it gave me the first line.
I've always been drawn to beautiful things and things that need to be saved. He was both. Sitting on the park bench in an oversized striped sweater that was almost thinner than him and blue jeans with holes in both knees because they were worn thin and not as a fashion statement. His boots were scuffed to the point their original color was likely lost to even the wearer's memory. If he had ever known their original color. It was not a particularly cold day but his arms were wrapped around his knees. He shivered and coughed.
His hair was unnaturally copper-colored and his eyes were dark. His eyes caught me as much as the sharp beauty of his features. Even sallow-skinned and poorly dressed, he was beautiful. And so obviously in need of being saved.
“Excuse me.”
He looked up at me, obviously startled to find me so close and speaking directly to him. “I'm sorry. Did you want to sit here?” He unfolded his legs as if to stand.
“No, no. I wanted to ask if you would to care to have dinner with me.”
He looked around as if searching for somebody else. Finally those dark eyes looked into mine again. “You mean me? Have dinner with you?”
“Yes.”
His gaze narrowed. “I'm not fucking you for food.”
“Good to know. Though I do not remember asking for sex in return for dinner. I simply want the pleasure of your company.”
“That's bullshit. You don't even know if my company would be pleasurable.” He tried to laugh mockingly but ended up giving a chest-rattling cough.
I sighed. “Look. You are beautiful. You must know this. I enjoy beauty. You are also sick, cold, and probably half-starved judging by the way your collarbones jut out. I have a near uncontrollable urge to rescue the sick, cold, and half-starved.”
He looked me up and down. I knew he was taking in the overcoat, the tailored business suit, and the shiny shoes. Depending on his education from the streets, he was probably calculating the value of my watch, cufflinks and family crest ring on my left index finger. I wondered if I seemed like an easy mark to him. Somehow I doubted it or he wouldn't have thrown the sex gauntlet down so quickly.
After an interminable silence, he shrugged and stood. When he wavered, I caught him by the shoulders to prevent him falling on his face. “You need to eat. Let's go.”
“You're bossy.” The tiredness in his voice took the sting out of the words.
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
That was the first time I met Joon.
~ ~ ~
“I would like a coffee. Black.” Joon leaned back in the cafe chair and tilted his head to the summer sun. His hair was no longer copper but a caramel color. His eyes were still dark to the point of seeming bottomless. His frame was pleasingly muscular.
More importantly his eyes curved into smiles and laughter seemed never far from his lips. “A black coffee you shall have.” I made a gallant sweeping gesture.
He laughed. A waiter approached our outdoors table with a pen and pad at the ready. His smile changed from ready to genuine at the sound of Joon's laughter. “Good afternoon. My name is Mir. I will be your server today. What can I get you to drink?”
His eyes moved from Joon to me. The question sounded like more than an offer for drinks. “I would like a cup of green tea and Joon prefers a black coffee. Thank you, Mir.”
“Yes. Thank you, Mir.” Joon purred the words at our waiter. I thought the boy would drop his pen and pad as quickly as he dropped his jaw.
“S-sure. I'll be right back with your drinks.” He turned in a rush and nearly knocked over a waitress carrying drinks to a nearby table.
Joon chuckled softly. “He's a cutie, Sanghyun.”
“You were playing with him. Naughty Joon. I don't think Mir has your street smarts.” I stroked a hand over the back of Joon's. He turned it over so our fingers intertwined on the table.
“We've talked about having a third person. A counterbalance to our personalities.”
I considered the young waiter for a moment. “You think Mir would be the right fit?”
“He's young and at least a little bit innocent. Or he hasn't learned to be blasé yet. I'm street smart and you are business smart. Hell, you are so sharp, I worry you'll cut yourself one day. I'm jaded. He's not. I think it could work.”
His gaze never wavered from mine. “You want him. We'll see if we can get him.”
Joon smiled. “Leave it to me, love.”
Within the next hour, Joon used his eyes and his voice to win over the soft-featured Mir. The boy was just eighteen and fresh from the family farm. He wanted to be a singer. I knew Joon had been on the streets before his sixteenth birthday and wanted nothing more than a warm stable home with semi-regulars meals by the same age. I'd been in college and determined to set the corporate world on its ear.
Mir was all dark hair, caramel eyes, and easy grins. He rarely held still and tended to talk louder as he became more excited. Dinner with him was a boisterous treat.
That was the first time we met Mir.
Pairing: Cheondoong/Joon/Mir
Rating: PG
Written for: noteinabottle
A/N: the request was for this threesome with the prompt "first times". the obvious was sexual first times so i tried for something a little less...cliche. hahaha. not to say this fic isn't horribly cliche. anyway, i hope you like it! also, thanks to the nano boards for their adoptables because it gave me the first line.
I've always been drawn to beautiful things and things that need to be saved. He was both. Sitting on the park bench in an oversized striped sweater that was almost thinner than him and blue jeans with holes in both knees because they were worn thin and not as a fashion statement. His boots were scuffed to the point their original color was likely lost to even the wearer's memory. If he had ever known their original color. It was not a particularly cold day but his arms were wrapped around his knees. He shivered and coughed.
His hair was unnaturally copper-colored and his eyes were dark. His eyes caught me as much as the sharp beauty of his features. Even sallow-skinned and poorly dressed, he was beautiful. And so obviously in need of being saved.
“Excuse me.”
He looked up at me, obviously startled to find me so close and speaking directly to him. “I'm sorry. Did you want to sit here?” He unfolded his legs as if to stand.
“No, no. I wanted to ask if you would to care to have dinner with me.”
He looked around as if searching for somebody else. Finally those dark eyes looked into mine again. “You mean me? Have dinner with you?”
“Yes.”
His gaze narrowed. “I'm not fucking you for food.”
“Good to know. Though I do not remember asking for sex in return for dinner. I simply want the pleasure of your company.”
“That's bullshit. You don't even know if my company would be pleasurable.” He tried to laugh mockingly but ended up giving a chest-rattling cough.
I sighed. “Look. You are beautiful. You must know this. I enjoy beauty. You are also sick, cold, and probably half-starved judging by the way your collarbones jut out. I have a near uncontrollable urge to rescue the sick, cold, and half-starved.”
He looked me up and down. I knew he was taking in the overcoat, the tailored business suit, and the shiny shoes. Depending on his education from the streets, he was probably calculating the value of my watch, cufflinks and family crest ring on my left index finger. I wondered if I seemed like an easy mark to him. Somehow I doubted it or he wouldn't have thrown the sex gauntlet down so quickly.
After an interminable silence, he shrugged and stood. When he wavered, I caught him by the shoulders to prevent him falling on his face. “You need to eat. Let's go.”
“You're bossy.” The tiredness in his voice took the sting out of the words.
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
That was the first time I met Joon.
~ ~ ~
“I would like a coffee. Black.” Joon leaned back in the cafe chair and tilted his head to the summer sun. His hair was no longer copper but a caramel color. His eyes were still dark to the point of seeming bottomless. His frame was pleasingly muscular.
More importantly his eyes curved into smiles and laughter seemed never far from his lips. “A black coffee you shall have.” I made a gallant sweeping gesture.
He laughed. A waiter approached our outdoors table with a pen and pad at the ready. His smile changed from ready to genuine at the sound of Joon's laughter. “Good afternoon. My name is Mir. I will be your server today. What can I get you to drink?”
His eyes moved from Joon to me. The question sounded like more than an offer for drinks. “I would like a cup of green tea and Joon prefers a black coffee. Thank you, Mir.”
“Yes. Thank you, Mir.” Joon purred the words at our waiter. I thought the boy would drop his pen and pad as quickly as he dropped his jaw.
“S-sure. I'll be right back with your drinks.” He turned in a rush and nearly knocked over a waitress carrying drinks to a nearby table.
Joon chuckled softly. “He's a cutie, Sanghyun.”
“You were playing with him. Naughty Joon. I don't think Mir has your street smarts.” I stroked a hand over the back of Joon's. He turned it over so our fingers intertwined on the table.
“We've talked about having a third person. A counterbalance to our personalities.”
I considered the young waiter for a moment. “You think Mir would be the right fit?”
“He's young and at least a little bit innocent. Or he hasn't learned to be blasé yet. I'm street smart and you are business smart. Hell, you are so sharp, I worry you'll cut yourself one day. I'm jaded. He's not. I think it could work.”
His gaze never wavered from mine. “You want him. We'll see if we can get him.”
Joon smiled. “Leave it to me, love.”
Within the next hour, Joon used his eyes and his voice to win over the soft-featured Mir. The boy was just eighteen and fresh from the family farm. He wanted to be a singer. I knew Joon had been on the streets before his sixteenth birthday and wanted nothing more than a warm stable home with semi-regulars meals by the same age. I'd been in college and determined to set the corporate world on its ear.
Mir was all dark hair, caramel eyes, and easy grins. He rarely held still and tended to talk louder as he became more excited. Dinner with him was a boisterous treat.
That was the first time we met Mir.